Despite my debilitating handicap (can we say I hate Mother Nature), I tried to make the most of my trip. I still partied, still had plenty to drink, still flirted (with what guys were there) and overall had an ok time. I thought Miami would be packed with hot people everywhere…I was slightly disappointed. The beaches, bars & clubs were damn near empty…oh well, maybe in the spring or summer of next year.
So after you spend 3 days and 3 nights with someone, you learn a lot…a whole lot. I’ve come to some conclusions about Brian and our friendship.
5. Ass grabs mean nothing, I guess it’s a guy thing…or maybe he wanted to see my reaction, whatever the case, it’s like a football player smacking his teammate on the butt after a good play…
4. You really can go on a trip with someone of the opposite sex, sleep in the same room, almost see each other naked and not do anything…
3. There is such a thing as too much information (TMI). There were things we talked about, that I wish I didn’t know and on my end, I wish I didn’t reveal…long story…
2. We will be good traveling buddies.
1. We are just friends…
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Monday, September 29, 2008
Miami (Part 1 of 2)
So the first night we get there, Brian & I are ready to get the party started. We shower & head out for a night out on the town. The verdict on the nightlife is still out. We obviously kept comparing everything to DC, better music, better places, sexier people…maybe Friday would be better. None the less, we drank, had a good time, and headed back to the room…
So, when I drink, or rather when I’m drunk, all I want to do is go to bed. I get in the room (slightly horny, really drunk), take my clothes off (in front of Brian) and put my shirt on. I can feel him watching me, I want him to get in the bed with me; I lay there frustrated, horny, and drunk. I think about getting in his bed, but I fall asleep.
The next day, I didn’t bring up my frustrations. The day seemed optimistic, then the worst thing that could possibly happen, happened! Mother Nature’s a b****. Life sucks the rest of the weekend.
Some people found it quite funny. Mr. Henry calls me.
Mr. Henry: Are you in Miami?
Me: Yes
Mr. Henry: I forgot that was this weekend, so did you do it?
Me: No
Mr. Henry: Why not?
Me: Last night I was too drunk, today Mother Nature happened.
(Brian laughs at me)
Mr. Henry: You have options…..
Me: You’re nasty
Brian: What did they say (I tell him)
Brian: Ha, I like their style, is that a guy or a girl
Me: A guy
So, when I drink, or rather when I’m drunk, all I want to do is go to bed. I get in the room (slightly horny, really drunk), take my clothes off (in front of Brian) and put my shirt on. I can feel him watching me, I want him to get in the bed with me; I lay there frustrated, horny, and drunk. I think about getting in his bed, but I fall asleep.
The next day, I didn’t bring up my frustrations. The day seemed optimistic, then the worst thing that could possibly happen, happened! Mother Nature’s a b****. Life sucks the rest of the weekend.
Some people found it quite funny. Mr. Henry calls me.
Mr. Henry: Are you in Miami?
Me: Yes
Mr. Henry: I forgot that was this weekend, so did you do it?
Me: No
Mr. Henry: Why not?
Me: Last night I was too drunk, today Mother Nature happened.
(Brian laughs at me)
Mr. Henry: You have options…..
Me: You’re nasty
Brian: What did they say (I tell him)
Brian: Ha, I like their style, is that a guy or a girl
Me: A guy
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Miami Here I Come...
Eight hours to Miami!!! I'm so excited, scared, curious? So many thoughts are going through my mind. Will Brian & I have a great time? Will I meet other guys? Will Brian and I end up in the same bed? Is he going to try to bring girls back to the room?
We've been sending each other text messages back and forth for the last few days about the trip. Funny thing is, if I were going with "Chuck" (best male friend from college), it wouldn't be a big deal...and Chuck and I have done quite a bit!!! But with Brian, I feel differently. I know we are "just friends", but he sends me too many mixed signals, (i.e grabbing my ass), so now I'm not sure what could happen. Not to mention the fact that before Island Prince, I thought Brian was hot & sexy.
But I stand firm in my decision to try really, really, really, really hard to be a good girl!
We've been sending each other text messages back and forth for the last few days about the trip. Funny thing is, if I were going with "Chuck" (best male friend from college), it wouldn't be a big deal...and Chuck and I have done quite a bit!!! But with Brian, I feel differently. I know we are "just friends", but he sends me too many mixed signals, (i.e grabbing my ass), so now I'm not sure what could happen. Not to mention the fact that before Island Prince, I thought Brian was hot & sexy.
But I stand firm in my decision to try really, really, really, really hard to be a good girl!
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
My Date With the Old Man
If only Benjamin were 25 years younger, we could have great fun together. The fact that he's on the verge of drinking prune juice through a feeding tube and is only a few years away from sponge baths, is really bothering me. I try to look past the age factor but I can't. He doesn't look that old, which helps. His mannerisms however, are quite different from mine. I will say this though, we like a lot of the same things.
We both are passionate about music and dancing. He's a great salsa dancer. He plays drums for fun. He likes to travel. He enjoys life. He's generally happy 95% of the time we talk. He's always down to try something new. He exercises a lot.
But the 800 lb gorilla in the room is definitely our age difference.
Tonight we went out to continue his “pre-birthday” celebration and had a great time.
We went to my favorite lounge, which was sort of a mistake on my part. I like the guys that go there and I think this waiter that works there is gorgeous. Every time I go there I shamelessly feel him up and tell him just how sexy I think he is. I couldn’t do that tonight! I did stare him down a couple of times…
Other than that, the old man and I had fun. The live music was great; also I was proud of myself. I didn’t look at the other younger hot guys as much. I tried to focus on Benjamin as much as possible; I even told the bartender it was his birthday and had cupcakes with candles bought out. He blew out all three with the help from the girl next to us who sat in his lap, which he thoroughly enjoyed!!!
At the end of the night, he took me home and gave me a kiss. He did not leave a trail of slobber like D.J. It wasn’t bad at all…if only he were 25 years younger…
We both are passionate about music and dancing. He's a great salsa dancer. He plays drums for fun. He likes to travel. He enjoys life. He's generally happy 95% of the time we talk. He's always down to try something new. He exercises a lot.
But the 800 lb gorilla in the room is definitely our age difference.
Tonight we went out to continue his “pre-birthday” celebration and had a great time.
We went to my favorite lounge, which was sort of a mistake on my part. I like the guys that go there and I think this waiter that works there is gorgeous. Every time I go there I shamelessly feel him up and tell him just how sexy I think he is. I couldn’t do that tonight! I did stare him down a couple of times…
Other than that, the old man and I had fun. The live music was great; also I was proud of myself. I didn’t look at the other younger hot guys as much. I tried to focus on Benjamin as much as possible; I even told the bartender it was his birthday and had cupcakes with candles bought out. He blew out all three with the help from the girl next to us who sat in his lap, which he thoroughly enjoyed!!!
At the end of the night, he took me home and gave me a kiss. He did not leave a trail of slobber like D.J. It wasn’t bad at all…if only he were 25 years younger…
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Bad Kisser
I don't like DJ (the guy from Spain) anymore. I went out on a date with him last night; the venue dinner and salsa dancing. There were so many things about the date that bothered me, I don't know where to begin. Before I lambaste him, in his defense, he's a really nice guy, really nice. And he's cute. Here are the problems in no particular order.
1. He has the eating habits of an untrained dog - There's something about table manners & eating inappropriately...uhhh...can we say turn off!!! DJ ordered flank steak. The steak pretty much came cut-up, except for a large piece he happened to grab with his fork. Rather than using his knife to cut it into a smaller, more chewer friendly portion, he put the steak in his mouth (half of it out) and leaned over his plate and chewed it. I wanted to grab the huge chunk hanging from his mouth and slap him with it.
2. When we first met he told me he wanted to go salsa dancing - He failed to mention that he doesn't know how to salsa dance. Before we get there he asks me if I am going to teach him. I thought he was teasing me...but nope. The guy from Spain does not salsa dance. Nor does he listen to Spanish or Latin music. In fact he said all he listens to is rap. How in the hell are we supposed to salsa??? We get to the salsa club and I try to teach him, but I can't, it’s too hard with such a novice as himself. I watch the other salsaleros & salsaleras with envy. I was a bit disappointed in him. I'm definitely no pro, but I do know some sexy moves.
3. He's a bad kisser - I try not to compare guys, but the last person I kissed before DJ was Island Prince. Island Prince definitely knew how, when & where to kiss. DJ left a trail of slobber on my bottom lip.
Wait there's more. He started calling me "baby". Yesterday & today he answered my calls with "Hi baby". Yesterday, he told me he missed me. We just saw each other 8 hours before that call!!! Tonight he asked to see me tomorrow, and I told him I couldn't. I told him Wednesday was better for me. He asked me why we couldn't see each other. I really wanted to say, "Because I said so fool!” But I didn't. I told him I was busy tomorrow and Wednesday was best for me.
Aside from bad table manners, being one dimensional, and leaving a trail of slobber on my face, he's a really nice guy.
1. He has the eating habits of an untrained dog - There's something about table manners & eating inappropriately...uhhh...can we say turn off!!! DJ ordered flank steak. The steak pretty much came cut-up, except for a large piece he happened to grab with his fork. Rather than using his knife to cut it into a smaller, more chewer friendly portion, he put the steak in his mouth (half of it out) and leaned over his plate and chewed it. I wanted to grab the huge chunk hanging from his mouth and slap him with it.
2. When we first met he told me he wanted to go salsa dancing - He failed to mention that he doesn't know how to salsa dance. Before we get there he asks me if I am going to teach him. I thought he was teasing me...but nope. The guy from Spain does not salsa dance. Nor does he listen to Spanish or Latin music. In fact he said all he listens to is rap. How in the hell are we supposed to salsa??? We get to the salsa club and I try to teach him, but I can't, it’s too hard with such a novice as himself. I watch the other salsaleros & salsaleras with envy. I was a bit disappointed in him. I'm definitely no pro, but I do know some sexy moves.
3. He's a bad kisser - I try not to compare guys, but the last person I kissed before DJ was Island Prince. Island Prince definitely knew how, when & where to kiss. DJ left a trail of slobber on my bottom lip.
Wait there's more. He started calling me "baby". Yesterday & today he answered my calls with "Hi baby". Yesterday, he told me he missed me. We just saw each other 8 hours before that call!!! Tonight he asked to see me tomorrow, and I told him I couldn't. I told him Wednesday was better for me. He asked me why we couldn't see each other. I really wanted to say, "Because I said so fool!” But I didn't. I told him I was busy tomorrow and Wednesday was best for me.
Aside from bad table manners, being one dimensional, and leaving a trail of slobber on my face, he's a really nice guy.
Monday, September 22, 2008
The Agreement
I know the rules or the unspoken rules. It’s often the topic of many conversations. Invite someone over after the club, or bar at 3am, they are most likely expecting a “night cap”. I get it. Well last night, I wanted to end my great night with company sans the night cap.
Last night I went to a local lounge with a lot of friends. D.J. met me there. We danced together the rest of the night. At the end of the night, he still wanted to hang out. I told him to call me at 2:30.
He was prompt. I laid down a couple of rules.
Me: You can come over but no sex
D.J.: What?
Me: I don’t want to have sex tonight. I’ll say it in Spanish… no sexo. Comprendo?
D.J.: Uh, ok.
When he got to my place, I told him the rules again. I know it was cruel. But, I just wanted company. I put on a movie, got him a drink, got my blanket and fell asleep in his lap.
In the morning I woke up in my bed…fully clothe. I went to the living room; there was D.J., on the couch, fully clothe. I got him a blanket and pillow.
Me: Why didn’t you sleep in the bed with me?
D.J.: I wanted to be a good boy
Me: Awe, thank you. I’m so proud of you
Last night I went to a local lounge with a lot of friends. D.J. met me there. We danced together the rest of the night. At the end of the night, he still wanted to hang out. I told him to call me at 2:30.
He was prompt. I laid down a couple of rules.
Me: You can come over but no sex
D.J.: What?
Me: I don’t want to have sex tonight. I’ll say it in Spanish… no sexo. Comprendo?
D.J.: Uh, ok.
When he got to my place, I told him the rules again. I know it was cruel. But, I just wanted company. I put on a movie, got him a drink, got my blanket and fell asleep in his lap.
In the morning I woke up in my bed…fully clothe. I went to the living room; there was D.J., on the couch, fully clothe. I got him a blanket and pillow.
Me: Why didn’t you sleep in the bed with me?
D.J.: I wanted to be a good boy
Me: Awe, thank you. I’m so proud of you
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Slow Start to Weekend
Tonight and last night was pretty dull. Yesterday I talked to Island Prince. It was hard because the connection was pretty bad. The conversation was extremely basic. I got off the phone excited that he called, but at the same time I wanted to ask him about his Baby’s mama…but I didn’t. I’m not going to see him again. We had fun while he was here…that’s it.
I also talked to Brian. I invited him to meet me & some friends at a local lounge. When I got there the line was extremely long, so I called Brian. He didn’t call me back until I was almost home. To me he was acting a little flaky. I kept trying to see what he was going to do since there was no way I planned on staying in line. He kept saying he was looking for his frat brothers who were in town for the weekend. After I got off the phone with him, he sends me a text, saying I should meet him. Why in the hell didn’t he say that when we were on the phone? I didn’t respond.
I talked to Mr. Henry briefly. About nothing really, sometimes I just like hearing his voice before I go to bed. It’s extremely deep, and the later it gets the deeper it gets. Sometimes it’s relaxing.
After I got off the phone I sent a few text messages and fell asleep. I woke up to 2 missed calls and texts from Brian and Chris.
Tonight
Chris (the guy I met awhile ago & sort of stood up) has been out of town for work. He told me he was getting back this evening and we should hang out. I guess he wasn’t bitter about me canceling our date awhile ago….or was he? We made plans to meet up after his nap, but he hasn’t called or sent me a text. I’m cool. I had a lot of stuff to take care of today anyways.
DJ called and said he will be in town tomorrow and wants to hang out. I’ll see. He’s a lot of work. I have to decipher everything he’s trying to say; my Spanish is not that good.
I also talked to Brian. I invited him to meet me & some friends at a local lounge. When I got there the line was extremely long, so I called Brian. He didn’t call me back until I was almost home. To me he was acting a little flaky. I kept trying to see what he was going to do since there was no way I planned on staying in line. He kept saying he was looking for his frat brothers who were in town for the weekend. After I got off the phone with him, he sends me a text, saying I should meet him. Why in the hell didn’t he say that when we were on the phone? I didn’t respond.
I talked to Mr. Henry briefly. About nothing really, sometimes I just like hearing his voice before I go to bed. It’s extremely deep, and the later it gets the deeper it gets. Sometimes it’s relaxing.
After I got off the phone I sent a few text messages and fell asleep. I woke up to 2 missed calls and texts from Brian and Chris.
Tonight
Chris (the guy I met awhile ago & sort of stood up) has been out of town for work. He told me he was getting back this evening and we should hang out. I guess he wasn’t bitter about me canceling our date awhile ago….or was he? We made plans to meet up after his nap, but he hasn’t called or sent me a text. I’m cool. I had a lot of stuff to take care of today anyways.
DJ called and said he will be in town tomorrow and wants to hang out. I’ll see. He’s a lot of work. I have to decipher everything he’s trying to say; my Spanish is not that good.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
One Week to Miami
One week from today I will be in Miami baby!!! I'm so excited. I need this...bad. I'm also nervous about "accidentally" hooking up with Brian. Now that Island Prince is gone, I've been thinking about Brian more and more. I know, horrible right. I pushed everyone to the left for Island Prince. But if you seen Island Prince, you would have too!
So anyways, Brian and I talked about our trip to Miami. We kind of laid out some ground rules, i.e. you go to their room, don't bring anyone back to our room.
I told Mr. Henry about the trip and about Brian awhile ago. Big mistake, but I like to be honest with him. I like that about our relationship. He swears up and down that Brian and I are going to do the wild thing. He threw it up in my face a couple of times too. I assured him I didn't plan on it. He was like, "but you want to".
That may be true, but, I need to try to keep Brian in the "Just Friend's No Benefits" box. This will be hard though. He's sexy in a smart bad boy sort of way. Aside from his tattoos, nipple ring, and hard body, he rides a motorcycle. Classic sexiness. And he is smart, which is extremely sexy to me.
I'm going to try, really really hard, to keep my hands to myself, and to stay in my bed. I can't say the same for him, because well......I am hot and sexy!!!
So anyways, Brian and I talked about our trip to Miami. We kind of laid out some ground rules, i.e. you go to their room, don't bring anyone back to our room.
I told Mr. Henry about the trip and about Brian awhile ago. Big mistake, but I like to be honest with him. I like that about our relationship. He swears up and down that Brian and I are going to do the wild thing. He threw it up in my face a couple of times too. I assured him I didn't plan on it. He was like, "but you want to".
That may be true, but, I need to try to keep Brian in the "Just Friend's No Benefits" box. This will be hard though. He's sexy in a smart bad boy sort of way. Aside from his tattoos, nipple ring, and hard body, he rides a motorcycle. Classic sexiness. And he is smart, which is extremely sexy to me.
I'm going to try, really really hard, to keep my hands to myself, and to stay in my bed. I can't say the same for him, because well......I am hot and sexy!!!
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
My Little Silver Book
About every other month, I go through my little silver book (it's the new black), in this case my cell phone, and clean it out. I delete numbers of guys I don't want to talk to anymore, or who haven't called, or I haven't called. I re-read text messages, (the drunk one's I send are always the funniest) and delete them or save them for s&g (sh**ts and giggles) later. Last night was one of those nights. Latino Papi Alex's text prompted me to do that.
Latino Papi: You still mad at me Mami?
I didn't respond, just like I didn't respond to the one he sent Monday morning. I'm not mad. I just don't have time. I'm tired of getting cramps in my fingers from texting him. If he really wants to apologize, he should call. Other's among the deleted include:
Ivan - The guy from Kenya with the British Accent. We never really talked, and to be quite honest, I wasn't really interested
Terry - Horrible. At everything. I thought I deleted his already, but I must have forgotten
Island Prince John - As much as I don't want to, I deleted all of the numbers he called me from as well as his text messages. I doubt his cell number he had while he was here will work there anyways. I have his e-mail address just in case of an emergency! I have plenty of pictures to remember the sexy times we had
Chris - We had a good time. We tried to set something up last week, but never followed up. Then there was the time I cancelled on him. I deleted his number, not his text messages...for now anyways
Some Randoms - Guys I don't remember meeting, probably met when I had beer goggles on, and never called, because...I don't remember them
I probably should have deleted more than that, but for now, I'll keep the others around.
Latino Papi: You still mad at me Mami?
I didn't respond, just like I didn't respond to the one he sent Monday morning. I'm not mad. I just don't have time. I'm tired of getting cramps in my fingers from texting him. If he really wants to apologize, he should call. Other's among the deleted include:
Ivan - The guy from Kenya with the British Accent. We never really talked, and to be quite honest, I wasn't really interested
Terry - Horrible. At everything. I thought I deleted his already, but I must have forgotten
Island Prince John - As much as I don't want to, I deleted all of the numbers he called me from as well as his text messages. I doubt his cell number he had while he was here will work there anyways. I have his e-mail address just in case of an emergency! I have plenty of pictures to remember the sexy times we had
Chris - We had a good time. We tried to set something up last week, but never followed up. Then there was the time I cancelled on him. I deleted his number, not his text messages...for now anyways
Some Randoms - Guys I don't remember meeting, probably met when I had beer goggles on, and never called, because...I don't remember them
I probably should have deleted more than that, but for now, I'll keep the others around.
Monday, September 15, 2008
Sort of Stood Up
Last night I was extremely tired. Too tired to really hang out and too tired to entertain the thought of company. D.J. called me a million times. I didn't answer the phone. I was supposed to hang out with him on Saturday after I got back from New York, but I never called him.
Latino Papi Alex sent me a few texts about hanging out. I finally obliged him. We set-up a time and location. An hour before we were supposed to meet, I sent him a text to confirm everything. Secretly, I was hoping he would cancel. I didn't want to be the one to do it again. He never responded to my text. I sent him another one about half an hour later saying I hadn't heard from him, so I'm going to call it a night.
This morning the bastard sent me a text saying he lost his phone...(I didn't respond) that was the same thing I was going to tell D.J.
I guess, I'll be honest with D.J.
I just won't say anything.
Latino Papi Alex sent me a few texts about hanging out. I finally obliged him. We set-up a time and location. An hour before we were supposed to meet, I sent him a text to confirm everything. Secretly, I was hoping he would cancel. I didn't want to be the one to do it again. He never responded to my text. I sent him another one about half an hour later saying I hadn't heard from him, so I'm going to call it a night.
This morning the bastard sent me a text saying he lost his phone...(I didn't respond) that was the same thing I was going to tell D.J.
I guess, I'll be honest with D.J.
I just won't say anything.
Another Eventful Weekend-Three's a Crowd
I had an interesting Friday. I went to see Island Prince John in New York. After being stuck in traffic for over an hour, and lost for another three, all I wanted to do was have a drink and unwind. After I finally made it to my friend's place (Party All the Time aka P.A.T.T.), Island Prince John came over. The plan was to go out to a club or bar. As we waited for P.A.T.T. and her friend...we made out...a lot. I guess we were making up for missed time. As I was kissing him, I could feel the stress of NYC's traffic, crazy taxi's, and confusing street signs melt away... the bubbly could have also had something do do with it!!!
P.A.T.T and her friend finally made it. However Island Prince John had something else in mind.
Island Prince: Let's meet them
Me: What?
Island Prince: Let them go ahead of us, tell them we'll meet them
Me: We can't stay here
Island Prince: Ok. we'll go to my brother's
So after a drink or two, we all head out. Once we get in the cab, I tell the cab driver to drop us at Island Prince John's brother's place. I tell P.A.T.T. and her friend to go without us...we'll meet them there.
We did plan on meeting them there...we fell asleep. We woke up a few hours later to the drunken french voices of Island Prince John's brother & Willard.
I tried to quickly get under the covers, as Island Prince yelled something in French.
Safely covered, Willard and Island Prince John's brother came into the room. We couldn't really stop them, as there weren't any doors...his brother had a Jr. 1 bedroom place...sans privacy.
Both Willard and the brother are surprised to see me. I blush a little, and say hi. There's a lot of conversation in French. I couldn't make anything out. After about an hour of socializing, a near fight between Island Prince John and a really drunk Willard and Willard passing out, Island Prince John, his brother & myself talk about sleeping arrangements.
See, I think, when Island Prince John and I were talking on the phone earlier in the week, somethings got lost in translation (L.I.T.)...like the fact that his brother basically has a studio, like the fact that I told him P.A.T.T. had out of town company and I really didn't have a place to sleep, like the fact that Island Prince John barely had a place to sleep, seeing as how Willard had the couch and Island Prince and his brother were sharing the same bed.
Me: We should look for a hotel
Island Prince: It's too late
Me: Uhhh, I told you my friend had company. Let me try to call her
Island Prince John: Don't worry, we'll figure something out. Do you want to take a shower. I have a really big shirt you can wear
Me: Uh, ok
(A few minutes later)
Brother: So is John taking you to your friend's house?
Me: He didn't tell you the situation?
Brother: No
Me: She has company. I just tried calling her. I'm going to try again
Island Prince: Don't worry about it, well figure something out
After my shower. Island Prince told me what the solution was. Hmmm, this will be interesting, I thought.
P.A.T.T and her friend finally made it. However Island Prince John had something else in mind.
Island Prince: Let's meet them
Me: What?
Island Prince: Let them go ahead of us, tell them we'll meet them
Me: We can't stay here
Island Prince: Ok. we'll go to my brother's
So after a drink or two, we all head out. Once we get in the cab, I tell the cab driver to drop us at Island Prince John's brother's place. I tell P.A.T.T. and her friend to go without us...we'll meet them there.
We did plan on meeting them there...we fell asleep. We woke up a few hours later to the drunken french voices of Island Prince John's brother & Willard.
I tried to quickly get under the covers, as Island Prince yelled something in French.
Safely covered, Willard and Island Prince John's brother came into the room. We couldn't really stop them, as there weren't any doors...his brother had a Jr. 1 bedroom place...sans privacy.
Both Willard and the brother are surprised to see me. I blush a little, and say hi. There's a lot of conversation in French. I couldn't make anything out. After about an hour of socializing, a near fight between Island Prince John and a really drunk Willard and Willard passing out, Island Prince John, his brother & myself talk about sleeping arrangements.
See, I think, when Island Prince John and I were talking on the phone earlier in the week, somethings got lost in translation (L.I.T.)...like the fact that his brother basically has a studio, like the fact that I told him P.A.T.T. had out of town company and I really didn't have a place to sleep, like the fact that Island Prince John barely had a place to sleep, seeing as how Willard had the couch and Island Prince and his brother were sharing the same bed.
Me: We should look for a hotel
Island Prince: It's too late
Me: Uhhh, I told you my friend had company. Let me try to call her
Island Prince John: Don't worry, we'll figure something out. Do you want to take a shower. I have a really big shirt you can wear
Me: Uh, ok
(A few minutes later)
Brother: So is John taking you to your friend's house?
Me: He didn't tell you the situation?
Brother: No
Me: She has company. I just tried calling her. I'm going to try again
Island Prince: Don't worry about it, well figure something out
After my shower. Island Prince told me what the solution was. Hmmm, this will be interesting, I thought.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Different Beds
I like Island Prince John; despite the fact that I know it will never work due to distance and his baggage. What's a girl to do? I'm going to go see him on Friday. One last fun filled night before he returns home. I'm excited & sad at the same time. Ideally, I would love to visit him; but it's complicated. He's told me twice that he's not married, nor does he have a girlfriend. (I asked him twice for fear it was not understood).
But............drum roll please................his baby's mama lives with him!
So, after I picked my chin, jaw and face off the ground. I asked him more questions...uh...
Me: Why do you live with your baby's mama?
Island Prince: I want to see my baby
Me: How many bedrooms do you have?
Island Prince:Two, we don't sleep in the same bed
Me: Are you sure she's not your girlfriend?
Island Prince: Yes, we were just together. I wanted to break it off, then I found out she's pregnant.
Me: Do you love her?
Island Prince: I don't know
Me: What happened?
Island Prince: She was controlling, wouldn't let me do what I wanted. It wasn't good anymore
Me:
Island Prince: I haven't touched her since the baby was born, and 4 months before that
Me: You guys have a common bond now.
Island Prince: We will never be together
Me: (to myself, "Yeah right fool")
Side Note: (Mr. Henry & I lived together for 11 months. Although we didn't sleep in the same bed, we did a lot of horizontal dancing, another blog another time. So I'm pretty skeptical about the "not touching" each other comment, extremely skeptical)
After the inevitable conversation, we started talking about other relationships, traveling and music. I thought to myself, how he's on vacation, and thought about what I do when I'm on vacation. My last one to Jamaica was fun filled with plenty of nostalgic memories that I still smile about. I went with no intentions and got everything I wanted, plus some. So I decided that is what Island Prince was doing, having a fun filled vacation...I will do the same thing then...treat everyday like a vacation.
But............drum roll please................his baby's mama lives with him!
So, after I picked my chin, jaw and face off the ground. I asked him more questions...uh...
Me: Why do you live with your baby's mama?
Island Prince: I want to see my baby
Me: How many bedrooms do you have?
Island Prince:Two, we don't sleep in the same bed
Me: Are you sure she's not your girlfriend?
Island Prince: Yes, we were just together. I wanted to break it off, then I found out she's pregnant.
Me: Do you love her?
Island Prince: I don't know
Me: What happened?
Island Prince: She was controlling, wouldn't let me do what I wanted. It wasn't good anymore
Me:
Island Prince: I haven't touched her since the baby was born, and 4 months before that
Me: You guys have a common bond now.
Island Prince: We will never be together
Me: (to myself, "Yeah right fool")
Side Note: (Mr. Henry & I lived together for 11 months. Although we didn't sleep in the same bed, we did a lot of horizontal dancing, another blog another time. So I'm pretty skeptical about the "not touching" each other comment, extremely skeptical)
After the inevitable conversation, we started talking about other relationships, traveling and music. I thought to myself, how he's on vacation, and thought about what I do when I'm on vacation. My last one to Jamaica was fun filled with plenty of nostalgic memories that I still smile about. I went with no intentions and got everything I wanted, plus some. So I decided that is what Island Prince was doing, having a fun filled vacation...I will do the same thing then...treat everyday like a vacation.
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Lost In Translation
Last night was International night for me. As much as I didn't want to I hung out with the guy from Spain, "DJ". We went to a club. I was surprised at how many people were out on a Tuesday night. We danced. I was really good; I didn't drink and I didn't stay long. He kept trying to get me to stay though.
I love his accent. It's cute. We didn't talk much, just danced. He told me to give him my lips. It was kind of cute. He's kind of cute.
At least I know he will be close by for at least four years since he's here on a 4 yr. visa for school. His English is more understandable than my Spanish...
When I got home I got online & chatted with Island Prince John. We chatted for a long time, but I spent 70% of the time trying to figure out what he was saying. At one point I thought he said his friend's brother liked him...but that wasn't it. He also talked about past relationships and how he was done wrong.
I went to bed partly confused, enlightened, and curious.
He did tell me he wanted to "Do" me right now! Hmmm.
It sucks he leaves for the West Indies on Monday.
This was by far, my favorite, short-term romance... in a long time.
I love his accent. It's cute. We didn't talk much, just danced. He told me to give him my lips. It was kind of cute. He's kind of cute.
At least I know he will be close by for at least four years since he's here on a 4 yr. visa for school. His English is more understandable than my Spanish...
When I got home I got online & chatted with Island Prince John. We chatted for a long time, but I spent 70% of the time trying to figure out what he was saying. At one point I thought he said his friend's brother liked him...but that wasn't it. He also talked about past relationships and how he was done wrong.
I went to bed partly confused, enlightened, and curious.
He did tell me he wanted to "Do" me right now! Hmmm.
It sucks he leaves for the West Indies on Monday.
This was by far, my favorite, short-term romance... in a long time.
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
One Basket
During my college years my dad gave me the best advice, ok, maybe not the best, but great advice that I never took heed to until recently.
"Cupcake, don't put all of your eggs in one basket". He told me.
At the time, I didn't really listen. I dated the same dumb guys on and off which resulted in tears, drama, and more tears and drama.
It's about five/six years later; his advice has come full circle. Problem is, I have too many eggs. Maybe I'm still tired and delirious from Friday (hmmm, Island Prince), or maybe I need to seriously consider removing some of the "eggs" from my baskets.
I was so tired last night, I wanted to veg out, listen to music, and snuggle in my bed (preferably with Island Prince). I did those things for the most part, but I also had a draining conversation with "DJ" the guy from Spain from Sunday. I had to explain to him that I was tired and not up for Salsa, then I had to explain it to his cousin. Damn, I really need to work on my Español.
Then I talked to the Old Man Benjamin. Had to explain to him I was tired & not up for anything. Then he wanted me to confirm when I would be. I told him I had a lot going on the next couple of weeks. I told him about my trip to Miami at the end of the month. He was bummed I wouldn't be here to celebrate his 70th birthday. Ok, I know that's mean, I think he'll be 56! I should get him some Viagra (not that he'll get the chance to use it with me!)
Mr. Henry called me. I guess he wasn't mad anymore. I didn't ask him. We talked briefly.
I ended the night talking to Island Prince John; then chatted with him on instant messenger for another hour. We talked about nothing really, but it was good. He makes me smile. Damn, why do the one's I like have one thing or another wrong with them & their situation. He lives thousands of miles away, plus, I found out, he has a fresh baked baby, she's going on three months. And there's more to the story...no he's not married. Thank God.
Another blog about that convo another time.
"Cupcake, don't put all of your eggs in one basket". He told me.
At the time, I didn't really listen. I dated the same dumb guys on and off which resulted in tears, drama, and more tears and drama.
It's about five/six years later; his advice has come full circle. Problem is, I have too many eggs. Maybe I'm still tired and delirious from Friday (hmmm, Island Prince), or maybe I need to seriously consider removing some of the "eggs" from my baskets.
I was so tired last night, I wanted to veg out, listen to music, and snuggle in my bed (preferably with Island Prince). I did those things for the most part, but I also had a draining conversation with "DJ" the guy from Spain from Sunday. I had to explain to him that I was tired and not up for Salsa, then I had to explain it to his cousin. Damn, I really need to work on my Español.
Then I talked to the Old Man Benjamin. Had to explain to him I was tired & not up for anything. Then he wanted me to confirm when I would be. I told him I had a lot going on the next couple of weeks. I told him about my trip to Miami at the end of the month. He was bummed I wouldn't be here to celebrate his 70th birthday. Ok, I know that's mean, I think he'll be 56! I should get him some Viagra (not that he'll get the chance to use it with me!)
Mr. Henry called me. I guess he wasn't mad anymore. I didn't ask him. We talked briefly.
I ended the night talking to Island Prince John; then chatted with him on instant messenger for another hour. We talked about nothing really, but it was good. He makes me smile. Damn, why do the one's I like have one thing or another wrong with them & their situation. He lives thousands of miles away, plus, I found out, he has a fresh baked baby, she's going on three months. And there's more to the story...no he's not married. Thank God.
Another blog about that convo another time.
The End of My Fun Filled Weekend (Part 3 of 3)
Saturday
We were so tired from Friday, we could barely get it together. It rained all day, I had an event to do. I was cranky from lack of sleep, and I had to be around Mr. Henry. It's usually not a problem, but today it was. There's a huge contrast between his personality and Island Prince John's personality. (Island Prince John is more romantic, attentive, and sweet, Mr. Henry is edgy, crass, and a jokester...as well as a jerk a-hole sometimes) I didn't feel like dealing with Mr. Henry today.
As soon as Mr. Henry got into the truck, he was questioning P.O.W. about her stay thus far. She went to show him a picture, and he decided to keep the camera and scroll through all the pictures. I tried to get it back, but it was too late. He seen the catalogue of events from Friday with Island Prince and Willard. Me in my sexy, skimpy dress, me kissing Island Prince, the four of us looking cozy, Island Prince's hand on my thigh, waist, and everywhere else. Us having fun!
Mr. Henry became quiet.
So as the night progressed and we wrapped up our event, Mr. Henry was kind of back to normal.
I get a call from Island Prince.
I answer the phone.
We talk about what a great time we had, how he wants to see me again, how Willard misses P.O.W already. How Island Prince wants to hold me. How I want to see Island Prince. (Hmmm, I miss kissing him.)
Mr. Henry becomes quiet again. At this point I don't care. Yeah, I know Mr. Henry and I had fun on Monday together and we have a history....but it's always been a gray area. Never black and white. Never defined. Now he knows he has competition...hot, sexy, can't be matched right now competition!!!
Maybe he'll step up his game.
Mr. Henry opened a bottle of wine and consumed it (the whole bottle in less than 40 minutes) on our way back to the city. Since he rode with me, I had to drive to the Metro to drop him off.
At this point he's feeling loose and good from the wine; I can tell he wanted to come back to my place. He always comes up with an excuse and I usually oblige him. Not this time; there's no way I can put up with him. He'll drink more, then he'll try to DO me...and well, it just wasn't happening. After about 20 minutes of going back & forth trying to get him out the truck and trying to stop him from chatting with P.O.W. he finally gets out.
He's mad.
Oh well. He'll get over it.
Sunday
P.O.W and I went out. I have a knack for meeting international men. I must have a secret florescent stamp on my forehead that only they can see. I don't have a problem with meeting International guys, I think they can be sexy and mysterious.
Although I must admit, I had a few bad experiences, with men from certain countries ...actually just one country... that made me leary and weary of International men for a long time...but I'm over it now (another blog about them another time).
So last night, I met this guy from Spain. Kinda cute, nice accent. Not as cute as Island Prince, but none-the-less, I was intrigued. He called me today. Were were supposed to go Salsa dancing but I'm still recovering from my fun, filled, french, sexy weekend....hmmm.
Maybe tomorrow.
We were so tired from Friday, we could barely get it together. It rained all day, I had an event to do. I was cranky from lack of sleep, and I had to be around Mr. Henry. It's usually not a problem, but today it was. There's a huge contrast between his personality and Island Prince John's personality. (Island Prince John is more romantic, attentive, and sweet, Mr. Henry is edgy, crass, and a jokester...as well as a jerk a-hole sometimes) I didn't feel like dealing with Mr. Henry today.
As soon as Mr. Henry got into the truck, he was questioning P.O.W. about her stay thus far. She went to show him a picture, and he decided to keep the camera and scroll through all the pictures. I tried to get it back, but it was too late. He seen the catalogue of events from Friday with Island Prince and Willard. Me in my sexy, skimpy dress, me kissing Island Prince, the four of us looking cozy, Island Prince's hand on my thigh, waist, and everywhere else. Us having fun!
Mr. Henry became quiet.
So as the night progressed and we wrapped up our event, Mr. Henry was kind of back to normal.
I get a call from Island Prince.
I answer the phone.
We talk about what a great time we had, how he wants to see me again, how Willard misses P.O.W already. How Island Prince wants to hold me. How I want to see Island Prince. (Hmmm, I miss kissing him.)
Mr. Henry becomes quiet again. At this point I don't care. Yeah, I know Mr. Henry and I had fun on Monday together and we have a history....but it's always been a gray area. Never black and white. Never defined. Now he knows he has competition...hot, sexy, can't be matched right now competition!!!
Maybe he'll step up his game.
Mr. Henry opened a bottle of wine and consumed it (the whole bottle in less than 40 minutes) on our way back to the city. Since he rode with me, I had to drive to the Metro to drop him off.
At this point he's feeling loose and good from the wine; I can tell he wanted to come back to my place. He always comes up with an excuse and I usually oblige him. Not this time; there's no way I can put up with him. He'll drink more, then he'll try to DO me...and well, it just wasn't happening. After about 20 minutes of going back & forth trying to get him out the truck and trying to stop him from chatting with P.O.W. he finally gets out.
He's mad.
Oh well. He'll get over it.
Sunday
P.O.W and I went out. I have a knack for meeting international men. I must have a secret florescent stamp on my forehead that only they can see. I don't have a problem with meeting International guys, I think they can be sexy and mysterious.
Although I must admit, I had a few bad experiences, with men from certain countries ...actually just one country... that made me leary and weary of International men for a long time...but I'm over it now (another blog about them another time).
So last night, I met this guy from Spain. Kinda cute, nice accent. Not as cute as Island Prince, but none-the-less, I was intrigued. He called me today. Were were supposed to go Salsa dancing but I'm still recovering from my fun, filled, french, sexy weekend....hmmm.
Maybe tomorrow.
Monday, September 8, 2008
My Fun Filled Weekend (Part 2 of 3)
Friday!!! So my Island Prince John & his friend came down from New York. At first I was really nervous. What if I had beer goggles on when I met him? What if his friend sucks and him & P.O.W don’t get along? How are we going to get by a whole day, solely on the little English they know, and the non-existent French me & P.O.W. speak? “Par-le-vous, what???”
I pick Island Prince John & his friend “Willard” up. Whew. I didn’t have beer goggles on. He was exactly how I remembered. (Plus I had a picture, I was just second guessing everything). We went back to my place for a few drinks & to pick P.O.W. up.
Everything was great. We went to this lounge for more drinks & got to know each other a little better. My Island Prince was so cute, so sweet, so sexy and he so couldn’t keep his hands off of me! It was great. We were both really into each other, and it felt amazing. His English was getting better and better as the night progressed, and my French, turned into French kissing. What more could we ask for?
We left the lounge and went and had dinner. Island Prince John & Willard were so funny. Everything was so new to them. We had a blast explaining what “sour sauce” (Sour cream) was. We were all getting along quite well. I felt good that P.O.W. was having fun and that Willard could speak more English than we thought.
After dinner, we walked around a little bit. Took pictures with random people, and just enjoyed each other’s company. I love how attentive & romantic everything was between me & Island Prince; even when we got caught in the rain.
Our last stop was another lounge that was completely empty. We had a blast dancing then headed home.
In the morning Island Prince cleaned up and Willard cooked breakfast. I was sad they had to leave. I think I’m going to see him one more time before he leaves to go back home. Hmmm, he’s sooooo sexy. Oh, I did learn one word in French "Sexy" is "Sexy"...sexy is universal.
I pick Island Prince John & his friend “Willard” up. Whew. I didn’t have beer goggles on. He was exactly how I remembered. (Plus I had a picture, I was just second guessing everything). We went back to my place for a few drinks & to pick P.O.W. up.
Everything was great. We went to this lounge for more drinks & got to know each other a little better. My Island Prince was so cute, so sweet, so sexy and he so couldn’t keep his hands off of me! It was great. We were both really into each other, and it felt amazing. His English was getting better and better as the night progressed, and my French, turned into French kissing. What more could we ask for?
We left the lounge and went and had dinner. Island Prince John & Willard were so funny. Everything was so new to them. We had a blast explaining what “sour sauce” (Sour cream) was. We were all getting along quite well. I felt good that P.O.W. was having fun and that Willard could speak more English than we thought.
After dinner, we walked around a little bit. Took pictures with random people, and just enjoyed each other’s company. I love how attentive & romantic everything was between me & Island Prince; even when we got caught in the rain.
Our last stop was another lounge that was completely empty. We had a blast dancing then headed home.
In the morning Island Prince cleaned up and Willard cooked breakfast. I was sad they had to leave. I think I’m going to see him one more time before he leaves to go back home. Hmmm, he’s sooooo sexy. Oh, I did learn one word in French "Sexy" is "Sexy"...sexy is universal.
My Extended Fun Filled Weekend (Part 1 of 3)
Amazing, fun, jam packed, interesting...all words that come to mind when I think about the last four days. So much happened that I will have to break up the blogs into three parts. So, let me start at the beginning of my extended weekend.
Wednesday - Finally met Terry in person. He's a good on paper guy, but to sum everything else up...I would use the one word that first popped in my mind when I left his place. Horrible. Everything. End of story. After I left I went to pick up my friend "Party on Wheels" (P.O.W.) from the airport and talked her ear off on how everything played out.
Thursday - Me & P.O.W. went out. The night kind of started out slow, but picked up. I drove, so I couldn't indulge in drinking, which is fine. I have to practice on limiting my beer goggle experiences. I met this guy from Kenya with a British accent; I'll call "Ivan". He was cool at first, but then as our conversation progressed he became annoying. He asked me for a ride to his place. On the way there, he kept trying to convince me & P.O.W. to stop for breakfast or to come to his place. NO, WAY! He called me twice that night, twice Friday, and once today. Red flags!!! Potentially stalker-ish. Hmmm, I think I will put him in the "NWIH" (no way in hell) box.
Friday - The real fun began. Friday deserves it’s own blog. To be continued...
Wednesday - Finally met Terry in person. He's a good on paper guy, but to sum everything else up...I would use the one word that first popped in my mind when I left his place. Horrible. Everything. End of story. After I left I went to pick up my friend "Party on Wheels" (P.O.W.) from the airport and talked her ear off on how everything played out.
Thursday - Me & P.O.W. went out. The night kind of started out slow, but picked up. I drove, so I couldn't indulge in drinking, which is fine. I have to practice on limiting my beer goggle experiences. I met this guy from Kenya with a British accent; I'll call "Ivan". He was cool at first, but then as our conversation progressed he became annoying. He asked me for a ride to his place. On the way there, he kept trying to convince me & P.O.W. to stop for breakfast or to come to his place. NO, WAY! He called me twice that night, twice Friday, and once today. Red flags!!! Potentially stalker-ish. Hmmm, I think I will put him in the "NWIH" (no way in hell) box.
Friday - The real fun began. Friday deserves it’s own blog. To be continued...
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Quantity Not Quality
I've been thinking a lot about this lately, quantity not quality is what I'm experiencing right now on the dating scene. I've been meeting a lot of guys lately, but no one who has the WOW factor. No one who makes my toes curl. No one that I smile about every time I think about them. I don't think it's where or how I meet them. As I've said before, I meet guys out, in social groups, at the gym, on the street, at the grocery store, I even met a few online.
So what happened to the quality guy? Did they get lazy and morph into couch potatoes who text and play video games all day? Have they retreated to their caves in favor of the the internet instead of actual face to face conversation and social interaction? Are they extinct? I mean, let's run down the list of what I'm working with right now:
Benjamin - Too Old. I know some people may find this offensive, but I seriously do not want to date anyone older than my parents, whom could potentially be my Grandpa!
Brian - Friend. I like him, but I really don't know what he wants, if he likes me and as of yet, I haven't told him I like him. We are going on a trip together at the end of the month to Miami...so, well what happens in Miami, stays in Miami!!! (Ok, so he could be a potential ltr guy, I'll put him in the box for now.)
Chris - We met a few weeks ago, had a great night, tried to get together again, but I cancelled dinner with him one night. I think he took offense to that and hasn't called me since. He wasn't really my type anyways, not that I have a "type", but if I did, he wouldn't be it.
Latino Papi Alex - All he does is text message me. I hate that. He wants to know when can he see me, can he come over, "wats up" (his text, not mine). Maybe if he picked the phone up once in awhile, I'd take him seriously. I called him a few times for the sake of not developing carpal tunnel, but there's only so much text messaging one can do before I get bored of them.
Terry - He's new. I don't remember how we met. It had to have been a long time ago online or something. I haven't done the online thing in awhile. All I know is I got a random e-mail one day and we've been "chatting" since then. We still haven't met in person yet, so we'll see. I have a feeling though, that he's socially inept. We'll see. We are supposed to meet this week.
Island Prince "John" - Actually, this will probably end really quickly since he lives in another country and he's just visiting. I don't do long distance, less alone cross country, but for him...well he could get special privileges.
Mr. Henry - Ehhh, I don't know. We have great times together. Really great times. But, well it's been 8 years. The statute of limitations has expired on him. I think we'll be nothing more than good friends and great fwb's.
So that's it in a nutshell. Hmmm, I'll see what the weekend has in store!!!
So what happened to the quality guy? Did they get lazy and morph into couch potatoes who text and play video games all day? Have they retreated to their caves in favor of the the internet instead of actual face to face conversation and social interaction? Are they extinct? I mean, let's run down the list of what I'm working with right now:
Benjamin - Too Old. I know some people may find this offensive, but I seriously do not want to date anyone older than my parents, whom could potentially be my Grandpa!
Brian - Friend. I like him, but I really don't know what he wants, if he likes me and as of yet, I haven't told him I like him. We are going on a trip together at the end of the month to Miami...so, well what happens in Miami, stays in Miami!!! (Ok, so he could be a potential ltr guy, I'll put him in the box for now.)
Chris - We met a few weeks ago, had a great night, tried to get together again, but I cancelled dinner with him one night. I think he took offense to that and hasn't called me since. He wasn't really my type anyways, not that I have a "type", but if I did, he wouldn't be it.
Latino Papi Alex - All he does is text message me. I hate that. He wants to know when can he see me, can he come over, "wats up" (his text, not mine). Maybe if he picked the phone up once in awhile, I'd take him seriously. I called him a few times for the sake of not developing carpal tunnel, but there's only so much text messaging one can do before I get bored of them.
Terry - He's new. I don't remember how we met. It had to have been a long time ago online or something. I haven't done the online thing in awhile. All I know is I got a random e-mail one day and we've been "chatting" since then. We still haven't met in person yet, so we'll see. I have a feeling though, that he's socially inept. We'll see. We are supposed to meet this week.
Island Prince "John" - Actually, this will probably end really quickly since he lives in another country and he's just visiting. I don't do long distance, less alone cross country, but for him...well he could get special privileges.
Mr. Henry - Ehhh, I don't know. We have great times together. Really great times. But, well it's been 8 years. The statute of limitations has expired on him. I think we'll be nothing more than good friends and great fwb's.
So that's it in a nutshell. Hmmm, I'll see what the weekend has in store!!!
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Mr. Henry (Part 1 of many blogs)
So, just when I thought my Labor Day weekend was over, I get a call from "Mr. Henry". It will take too many blogs to describe our love/hate/passionate/on again off again fwb relationship. I met Mr. Henry 8 years ago in undergrad. We were actually friends for two years before we crossed the dark side together. I remember my first time I stayed at his house. It was the year I vowed celibacy. Mr. Henry was a complete sweetheart and gentleman, we slept on the couch together because he wanted to respect my "celibacy vow". In the morning he woke up & made me frozen waffles. (If you knew him, that was a big step for him)
Don't get it wrong, we had our moments. He could be a jerk a-hole when he wanted to be. He caused me to do psycho things I would never do to anyone, except him and his patio door and car. Hence the hate part in our relationship. We've both matured since the college days. I no longer throw bricks (although he found that quite sexy) he's still a jerk sometimes, just not a jerk a-hole. Also we're really honest with each other maybe a little too honest, but the honesty is refreshing and I like honesty.
So, he calls me around 11:30pm. Nothing out of the norm. We usually talk to each other once a day or at least a few times a week.
Mr Henry : What are you doing?
Me: Laying Down, what's up
Mr. Henry: Are you asleep?
Me: No, just laying here
Mr. Henry: Come Over
Me: Where are you?
Mr. Henry: Downtown
Me: You come over
Mr. Henry: No, I always come over, you come to me
Me: I have to work in the morning
Mr. Henry: Me too
Me: Did you have sex this weekend?
Mr. Henry: No.
Me: You really want me to come over?
Mr. Henry: Yes.
Don't get it wrong, we had our moments. He could be a jerk a-hole when he wanted to be. He caused me to do psycho things I would never do to anyone, except him and his patio door and car. Hence the hate part in our relationship. We've both matured since the college days. I no longer throw bricks (although he found that quite sexy) he's still a jerk sometimes, just not a jerk a-hole. Also we're really honest with each other maybe a little too honest, but the honesty is refreshing and I like honesty.
So, he calls me around 11:30pm. Nothing out of the norm. We usually talk to each other once a day or at least a few times a week.
Mr Henry : What are you doing?
Me: Laying Down, what's up
Mr. Henry: Are you asleep?
Me: No, just laying here
Mr. Henry: Come Over
Me: Where are you?
Mr. Henry: Downtown
Me: You come over
Mr. Henry: No, I always come over, you come to me
Me: I have to work in the morning
Mr. Henry: Me too
Me: Did you have sex this weekend?
Mr. Henry: No.
Me: You really want me to come over?
Mr. Henry: Yes.
My Sexy Labor Day Weekend
So this weekend was pretty good. I wasn’t as bad as I wanted to be, which is a good thing I guess.
Friday I went to New York to hang with one of my best friends. We are always down for a good party, drinks and sexy men. Friday night started out a little slow, but we finally found a lounge that played decent music. There were a few cuties there, but a lot, and I mean a lot of the guys had bad breath…really bad breath. There was this one guy in particular every time he opened his mouth I fainted. His breath reminded me of Shrek. He didn’t look like him, but if I were blind, I definitely would have thought of Shrek when he talked.
So anyways after a few drinks, I found this guy…more like a prince, who was sexy. I mean, really, really beautiful and at this point it wasn’t the liquor speaking.
This guy, I’ll call him my island prince, ok, I’ll call him John, was gorgeous. One problem. His first language is French…which is sexy if only I knew what the hell he was saying. But we both knew what French kissing was….hmmm. So anyways, John was even sexier because he had fresh minty breath and he could dance. So Friday wasn’t a total bust. John and I exchanged numbers and talked a few times. I convinced him to come to DC to see me before he heads back to the West Indies. We’ll see, he’s supposed to come on Friday.
Saturday, we couldn’t even really pull it together. After a day of hanging in the city, drinking, eating & walking, and window shopping. When it finally came time to go out, my friend and I were so tired we called it a night.
Sunday, I was on the road for the first part of the day….back to D.C….back to my men…back to work…although I didn’t have to work, coming back to DC reminded me of work. I decided not to stay at home and dread Tuesday. So I went to a dance party. It was ok. Generally, I don’t mind going out alone, in fact I like it, but tonight it was mostly couples and men who were more interested in each other than me. I had a good time, but I think I was thinking it could have been more fun. When I got home I text messaged Brian for a little bit and sent one liner text to my new friend “Terry”. I met Terry awhile ago, so far just text & e-mails, but maybe we’ll get it together soon.
Today, I guess I had options. Benjamin (The Old Man) called me and wanted to go to a show. Terry and I sent text messages back and forth about dinner. And my Latino Friend Alex and I sent messages back and forth. I ended up chilling by myself mostly and meeting a friend for a quick going away dinner…
So, I guess I was pretty good this weekend…I really wish I could have been bad though...this weekend I know I'll probably be bad. My best friend from home is coming... she's a party on wheels too, so I'm sure we'll find some trouble to get into.....
DC Dating Diva
Friday I went to New York to hang with one of my best friends. We are always down for a good party, drinks and sexy men. Friday night started out a little slow, but we finally found a lounge that played decent music. There were a few cuties there, but a lot, and I mean a lot of the guys had bad breath…really bad breath. There was this one guy in particular every time he opened his mouth I fainted. His breath reminded me of Shrek. He didn’t look like him, but if I were blind, I definitely would have thought of Shrek when he talked.
So anyways after a few drinks, I found this guy…more like a prince, who was sexy. I mean, really, really beautiful and at this point it wasn’t the liquor speaking.
This guy, I’ll call him my island prince, ok, I’ll call him John, was gorgeous. One problem. His first language is French…which is sexy if only I knew what the hell he was saying. But we both knew what French kissing was….hmmm. So anyways, John was even sexier because he had fresh minty breath and he could dance. So Friday wasn’t a total bust. John and I exchanged numbers and talked a few times. I convinced him to come to DC to see me before he heads back to the West Indies. We’ll see, he’s supposed to come on Friday.
Saturday, we couldn’t even really pull it together. After a day of hanging in the city, drinking, eating & walking, and window shopping. When it finally came time to go out, my friend and I were so tired we called it a night.
Sunday, I was on the road for the first part of the day….back to D.C….back to my men…back to work…although I didn’t have to work, coming back to DC reminded me of work. I decided not to stay at home and dread Tuesday. So I went to a dance party. It was ok. Generally, I don’t mind going out alone, in fact I like it, but tonight it was mostly couples and men who were more interested in each other than me. I had a good time, but I think I was thinking it could have been more fun. When I got home I text messaged Brian for a little bit and sent one liner text to my new friend “Terry”. I met Terry awhile ago, so far just text & e-mails, but maybe we’ll get it together soon.
Today, I guess I had options. Benjamin (The Old Man) called me and wanted to go to a show. Terry and I sent text messages back and forth about dinner. And my Latino Friend Alex and I sent messages back and forth. I ended up chilling by myself mostly and meeting a friend for a quick going away dinner…
So, I guess I was pretty good this weekend…I really wish I could have been bad though...this weekend I know I'll probably be bad. My best friend from home is coming... she's a party on wheels too, so I'm sure we'll find some trouble to get into.....
DC Dating Diva
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