A Big Deal Out Of Nothing...

“All a man has is his word, if he can’t keep his word, he’s not a man” - My Dad


So remember, awhile back I said Brian might be able to pull some strings... he came through!

I actually had nightmares (ok a nightmare) about meeting Brian’s mom a few weeks ago. I can’t remember all of the details, but I do remember how I felt in the dream, and how I felt when I woke up. After racking my brain on what to wear for what could potentially be a Test, or D-day, or the Best/Worst day of my life, I chose a simple, cute, classy sundress for the occasion (I coined it the Stepford Wife Dress), with a light sweater to cover my bare arms.

Really though, I made a big deal out of nothing. We’re friends right? I mean, guys introduce their female friends to their family & friends all the time, right? I don’t know. I guess I have a thing about people meeting my family...maybe it’s just me. Although I was nervous on the inside, I was cool, calm & collected on the outside. I remembered most of the details Brian revealed overtime. After introducing me as his friend, shaking hands with his mother & brother, and making small talk, I could finally breathe again.

Brian & his brother look nothing alike. Brian’s daughter is a cutie and Brian’s Mom reminds me of my Mom. Overall, it was a chill event/occasion/meeting....not bad.


Question: Do you introduce "friends" of the opposite sex to the parents/family? How often? Under what circumstances?


In Other News:

Mr. Henry called me yesterday to tell me he finished his favor. The other day he basically asked me to write a paper for him, and that he would pay me. After telling him off about contacting me only when he wants something, and telling him NO. I think he got it. Granted I have never wrote a paper for him, but he always manages to ask me for “favors”. I also think the lack of sexual attraction to him, makes it easier. Don’t get me wrong, he used to do things for me as well, but more times than not, I received the short end of the stick...not anymore...I really don’t have a desire to talk to him, see him, nothing.

The Old Man text me and called me yesterday too. He was “fishing” for information, and tried to find the perfect moment to bring up the fact that he’s dating someone...good for you! I could care less.

The Tool from the other day keeps texting me and called. He hasn’t gotten the hint yet.

One Date, A Tool & A Funeral (Part 2 of 2)

Continued...

So we are sitting in the car, I’m pissed. I want him to go, I’m tired, and he’s being persistent.

Him: Hey, is that Ben’s Chili bowl? I’ve never eaten there. Have you? Do you wanna go?

Me: It’s alright. I only eat there when I’m drunk. No, I’m tired.

Him: You sure, I’ve never had it.

Me: You mean to tell me, you’ve been here for 10 years and you never went (What a bunch of F’n bull, during the week he told me he hung out in D.C. all the time)

Him: I live in MD

Me: But you’re here every weekend, and you went to school down the street? Where do you live, I’ll drop you off. (I’m frustrated & am not in the mood to argue...)

Him: It’s late, you sure. I can just stay at your place, I’m not gonna do anything...

Me: No.

Him: Well you can stay at my place. I feel bad. I don’t want you on the road this late. You sure you ok to drive?

Me: Yes. I’ll get a red bull.

Him: You can stay at my place. I promise you, I’ll sleep on the floor.

Me: No

During the drive, he asks me if I want to stop at IHOP. He kept saying anything to prolong my agony. I pull through a drive-through. The ride is about 35 minutes. He’s trying to make small talk over my blaring Common CD. I’m trying to drown his voice out. I’m mad at myself for breaking my own rule...no dates on Saturday night. My thoughts drift to Brian, I want to call him, but by this time, it’s shortly after 3am. The only bonus is, he put gas in my truck...not that, that was a super bonus, because I didn’t get home until 4:05am...I was beyond pissed.


Cons: Such Toolery. Taking 3 shots back to back does not impress me. Thinking I'm going to fall for the, "I'll sleep on the floor, I promise" is pure ignorance. Not being man enough to leave at a decent time, or make the proper arrangements, to make sure your grown ass gets home, is major cool points lost... Dressing, like a reject from Tools R Us, is such a turn off...

Suffice it to say, he doesn't get a second chance.



In Other News:

Sunday I was supposed to go on a date with J.B. But after the debacle with James, I didn’t feel like being bothered, so I cancelled. I text’d Brian to see if he wanted to join me. Brian salvaged what was left of my painful, sleep deprived weekend. Tomorrow, I meet his daughter, brother and Mom...

Yesterday, Mr. Henry called me because he wanted something. It’s funny, he was pissed last week, because I wouldn’t do the horizontal dance with him. I didn’t hear from him all week, then he calls me, because he needs a “favor”. I told him about himself and told him I couldn’t help him...I don’t give a fuck if he’s pissed.

Tony text’d me last night, and asked if we are “still friends”.

Something is definitely in the water...

One Date, A Tool & A Funeral (Part 1 of 2)

My weekend was ALMOST painful, not in a sexy good way, either. It started off well. Thursday night, I put a little culture in my life, and went and seen a play. Friday night, typical night of hanging with Brian. Saturday...this is where the pain began...

Saturday, I woke-up extremely early, after a night of drinking with Brian...I don’t know why, but my body refuses to sleep past 9am after a night of vanilla vodka, even with a dose of Tylenol PM. Did my usual Saturday errands. Since there was so much traffic and a ton of tourists, IMF protestors, and just plain, "we’re so happy it’s nice outside traffic", I decided to change my date plans with James (the potential replacement), plus I needed a recovery nap. Our original plan was to make wine at 4:00pm; I called him around 1:00pm to see if he was opposed to changing our plans to something else. He was all for it, because he wanted to partake in a soccer game. So the new plan venturing to a Hookah bar at 8pm. (my suggestion since I’ve never been).

He informed me that he was going to take the Metro into the city to avoid the parking problems of Adams Morgan, and that he would call me when he was on his way. He called a few minutes before 8, literally a few.

Me: Did you leave yet?

James: No I just got done playing soccer. I’m on my way home to take a shower. It’s raining here. Do you want to do a movie instead?

Me: Ummm, like what? There’s not anything out I really want to see.

James: Do you want to see Obsessed.

Me: No, I don’t care for Beyonce (gasp). I’ll check the showtimes & call you back.

I called him back and told him there wasn’t anything I was particularly feeling, after more discussion, we decided to stick to the hookah plans. He finally gets into the city around 10pm. After picking him up from the Metro, I drive a few blocks to our destination & circle forever in search of a parking spot. After almost giving up, we find one & head to the hookah bar. There’s a 20 minute wait. By this time, it’s a little after 11pm. Brian sends me a text to see how it’s going.

After James & I find a bar sans hookah, I excuse myself to go to the bathroom. I text Brian back.

I return, and James and I chat for awhile, I have a drink, we share fries...everything is going ok...
We leave and decide to walk around for a bit. We find another hookah bar, that has space available. We sit and try it out. By this time it's after 1am. Thus far into the date, my feelings on him are luke warm. For example, he really didn't dress "nicely" for a first date. He also said a few other things that I wasn't particularly jumping up and down about (i.e. marriage & 3 kids...that's not first date talk). We leave the bar, and he asks me if I want to head back to the first hookah bar, that was booked. We do. He then asks me if I want a shot.

Me: No

Him: Come on just one

Me: Naaa, not, really...well. ok, just one.

He orders 4 shots!!!

Me: Who's taking those? I said one. I'm not drinking more than that.

Him: Ok, I'll take the 3.

After he takes the three shots back to back, to back. He then informed me, that while I was in the ladies room at the first place, he took a shot. At this point, I'm ready to go. It's late, I'm tired, I'm not impressed with him...and in ANY moment, he's going to be feeling the shots. (I see where this is going) We leave and make the hike back to my truck. By this time it's a few minutes after 2. I drive towards the Metro. When we get there, he lingers in the truck. He looks at the clock...

Him: Oh, man!!! I think my bus stopped running.

Me: Are you sure?

Him: Yeah, I think it stops at 2am.

Me: Well the buses usually run late. I thought you drove to the Metro and took the Metro in?

Him: No, I took the bus to the Metro. In fact, I'm pretty sure it stopped running.

Me: Can you check???

(he pulls his phone out and PRETENDS to go online & check)

Him: It stopped at 2am.

Me: Well what are you going to do? Can you take a cab from the Metro to your place? (At this point I'm ready for him to get the F out)

Him: No, I live in the burbs. Man, I'm sooo sorry. I can't believe this. Don't you live close by?

Me: Yes

Him: We can go to your place, and I'll sleep on the floor. It's soooo late.

Me: No, I'll drop you off.

Him: But it's late, I don't want you on the road this late. I live far, and we are just a few minutes from your place...


To Be Continued....

Morning Sunshine Is Better Than Vodka

This morning I talked to Brian for awhile. He definitely put the EXTRA sunshine in my morning. We talked about nothing really, but...well you know, sometimes it still makes you smile.


In Other News

Not to get your hopes up, but I may have found a replacement! He’s not sexy like Brian, but he has a passport!!!! And he has more stamps than me. Thus far, we have talked two days in a row; and e-mailed and text'd. The first day, we talked for TWO hours, which is un-Diva like. Usually, I’ll give someone about 30 minutes, but “James” was so very entertaining. He could actually hold a conversation! We may go wine tasting or something on Saturday. Don’t hold your breath, but cross your fingers!

JB, the Pedicure guy called/text me again. Because of Tunde, I will give him a chance. Just one though. Who knows, maybe he took the long bathroom breaks in-between each sentence because he was nervous. (I hope I don’t regret this...)

Operation New Guy: I Forget What Day

Operation New Guy.....ehhh, not getting the quality....just the corny & pure torture. The one who had the most potential...Danny, well he’s lacking conversational skills. Actually, all of them are.

Monday night, was pure torture....I mean, forget water boarding, if you really want to torture someone, have them to talk to some of the Lame’s I’ve been meeting. The guy that said he wants to get a pedicure with me.... “JB”. He sent me a series of text messages Sunday & Monday. Since, he couldn’t seem to stop texting me, I told him to call me later on. Like clockwork, I received a call from him...madness.

First, he’s a bit of a stutterer. Actually, it’s more like he takes looooonnnng pauses and says the same thing over. What would normally be a 15 minute conversation, turned into 30 minutes of unadulterated torture. Aside from that, he’s another guy, who has never, ever, ever lived outside of Maryland. Moving from Baltimore to Rockville was the highlight of his 30 something years. And traveling. When I asked him if he likes to travel. He said "yeah, when I go to Chicago, I don't just go to the city, I go to the parts people don't tell you about." WTF?

Can I please meet someone with a passport and a few stamps......

Brian's Sexy Going Away Present(s)

If I were to give Brian a going away present it would be one of two things...

1. A flask, engraved with his initials. On the inside of the flask, I would leave a note with all of our quotes and favorite lines...and a bottle of alcohol...for when he really misses, me...you know, so he can drink the pain away.


2. I’d go to his place, wearing nothing but a sexy trench coat & red stiletto’s, with a plate of warm homemade cookies. I’d give him the plate of cookies. Tell him not to miss me too much, and walk out.

He Likes Me, He...

When I was in middle school, I used to play the he likes me, he likes me not game. Now, years later, I don’t give a damn...except, I’m wondering about Brian. I mean, the last few weeks, I’ve been getting some heavy mixed signals.

*Long hugs, like we haven’t seen each other in years
*He stares at me, when I catch him looking, he doesn’t break my gaze
*Playful taps
*Meeting of the friends
*I may meet his family next week. (I NEVER let anyone meet my family)
*Main course hangout days (Friday & Saturday nights, sometimes, Thursdays)

He takes off in t-minus 6 weeks...

So, what do you think? What signals do YOU drop when you like someone? (I always take the indirect/direct Diva approach!)

Vodka, Big Hands & Naps...Not In That Order

Some interesting and not so amusing things happened to me this weekend, mind you my weekends start on Thursday, sometimes Wednesdays, depending on the week. In any case, here's the top 10 in review.

10. I started Thursday night with happy hour with my co-worker/friend from a volunteer project, "Jason". When I first met him, I thought he was cute and despite our age difference we had a lot in common (he's 3 years younger). With time, it wore off. Now, well I think he's..."different". His drink of choice, a Midori Sour. After one, he said, he was "feeling it". What? Are you serious? I know he's not a drinker, I would have preferred he just opt for a coke or water. But a Midori Sour??? He made me feel like a lush for drinking wine!!!

9. Jason & I ended our, "happy hour" around 8. I wasn't ready to go home, so I called Brian to tell him I was headed to his place. For the first time in weeks, I took the Metro. I get off my train, to transfer and this sorta cute in the face guy stops me. He follows me up the escalator and asks me for my number. He pulls out his cell phone, and lo & behold it's Cartoon hands!!! Shit, it's a small world! He doesn't recognize me (I think). I gave him a fake name & number. Blame it on the...

8. Still on Thursday. After finally making it to Brian's house, I hang out with him, his roommate, and his friend. Remember, the cocky guy? He's was here visiting for the weekend. My intentions were to hang out at Brian's for a second then head home. Somehow, I ended up back at the lounge Jason and I were at earlier, although I knew I had to go to work in the morning...

7. Friday was such a nice day out, although I really wanted to stay home, I really wanted to go out. Again, you know who I hung with...it's becoming a bad habit to break.

6. Saturday morning, I get a morning wake up call at 8am from Mr. Henry. Who in the F, calls that early in the morning on a Saturday??? Don't they know, I'm a (recovering) party girl? I push ignore and try to go back to sleep. I can't. Damn him. After showering and getting myself together, I return his call.

5. After spending 4 long ass hours with Mr. Henry, it's about 2:30 in the afternoon. I have things to take care of, and want to get a nap in before my evening festivities. I tell Mr. H, I'm going home to take a nap.
Mr. Henry: Yeah, a nap sounds really good right now.

Me: You want to take a nap with me?

Mr. Henry: You know I can't lay next to your booty

Me: It's called self-control. Besides, didn't you just say, you were too lazy, when it comes to women?

Mr. Henry: That's different.

Me: Oh well. I offered. I'm soooo tired.

Mr. Henry: You know, I will come over

4. Mr. Henry comes over. He tosses and turns and is moving waaayyy to much. In my head, I'm thinking it was a bad idea. Then, he tries to horizontal dance. NO. He tries again. NO. He tried again, and finally I say, "No, it's tempting, but no thanks". My nap is ruined. He's pissed and doesn't talk to me. I drop him off at the Metro, thank him for lunch. He slams the door. I said a nap. He heard sex. Nap does not = sex. Both three letter words...but not equal.

3. Still on Saturday. I went out with Brian & his friend. I get to the club first. As soon as Brian walks in, he gives me a huge hug, like we haven't seen each other in years! I pull the SweetDiva card and buy him and his friend a drink as soon as he lets me go. His friend is amazed, and I earned cool points with Brian! At the end of the night, he gives me another huge hug!!!

2. Apparently I was really feeling my vanilla vodka & lime's, because a new guy I met last night, sent me a text, and said I told him, I like to get Pedicures and go to the spa. He told me, he'd love to do that with me this weekend.

1. Saving the best, or almost amusing for last. Tony called me Tuesday night after 1am. I told him it was "late". He called me last night at 11:30. I ignored his call. Well, somehow his number was in my phone at 2:30am, post bar, post 5 or 8 vodka & limes. I don't remember what I told him...blame it on the...

The Vault

I’ve been on a ton of dates, some really, really great one’s and some from hell. Since it’s wet and rainy here, I decided to dig in the Date Vault, and tell you about this one time...in Purgatory Hell.


I attract all types of guys. You name it, I attract it. Well remember Fetish guy, i.e. Stalkerface? The reason why I am not giving him a chance is because he reminds me of this guy I met a few years ago. I don’t remember his name, but let’s call him...Mr. Holy.

So I think Mr. Holy and I met online. In fact, we did. It was when Mr. Henry was living with me, and I was at my wits end, because of our “situation”. So I decided, enough was enough. I was going to start seeing other guys.

Now, Mr. Holy was extremely attractive. He worked out at least 3 or 4 days a week. He had a beautiful smile, and was tall, dark and handsome. I think he was in the military or something. Anyways, after some e-mails and phone conversations, we decided to meet. I picked up Indian food and went to his place. (I know, bad Diva) He supplied the horrible cheap wine (can we say I hate white Zinfandel, it’s like the worst ever), he said he didn’t drink, and didn’t know what to get. Uhhh, anything but this crap I thought. But whatever, I only planned on having one glass.

So we are sitting on the couch talking and this nutcase, I mean, nice guy, starts getting all Holy on me. He’s quoting Bible verses, and saying how he is a child of God, he doesn’t drink or smoke or do drugs blah, blah, blah.

So I’m sitting here with Mr. Holy, trying to come-up with my exit strategy, when he asks me if I want a massage.

Side Note: Guys think they are slick, they will offer a back massage, next thing you know, they are in their socks and silk boxers, and you’re wondering why he has clap on, clap off lights, and slow background music playing in the background. And they always insist you have to remove your bra, shirt, etc. so they can reach your back.

I digress.

So, I’m hip to game. I’ve been in this situation many a time.

Me: Naaa. I have to get home.

Mr. Holy: You scared? I just want to give you a nice massage. Trust me, I’m a man of God, and John....something, something says...

At this point, I’m thinking to myself, this guy is really a nutcase. I need to exit, now!

I go to the kitchen and put my glass & plate away. He follows me and asks me if I want more crap wine. (No Thanks, Nutjob, you might put something in it)

Me: I really better get going

I reach for my shoes and purse.

He steps into my personal space and tries to give me a kiss.

I check my phone. It’s 9 something.

Me: I’m sorry. I really, have to go. But we’ll finish this another time.

After trying a little bit harder to convince me to stay, he finally gives up. I don’t know, maybe he went and prayed or something.

So yeah, that’s why I have a thing with Stalkerish guys, who claim to be “Holy”.

He was a nutjob and a half.

(P.S. I looked in his medicine cabinet, and he had a ton of cold sore lip medicine...that freaked me out)

Side Dish or Main Course?

I don’t even know where to begin. Ok, so last week, Brian was out of town. Great, right? I’d be able to catch-up on stuff, relax, stay in the house. Chill-out. Maybe catch a movie or something....yeah right! Everyday with the exception of one day, I was doing something.

Monday: Drinks & watching the NCAA game at a lounge
Tuesday: Speed Dating (no luck with that)
Wednesday: Nothing
Thursday: Happy Hour & helping my friend with an event afterwards
Friday: Dating Event & Club
Saturday: Three Bars/Clubs
Sunday: Brunch with Friends

Not to mention, throw in phone conversations here and there, and laundry...I was quite busy! In total, I met seven guys (including Danny & George), of which four already called. Operation Replace Brian, i.e. Operation New Guy is not going too bad. Out of the seven, there is one, thus far who has the most potential.

In Other News:

So Brian went home last week and to Vegas. There were a few times when I wanted to text him something funny that happened, but stopped myself...I missed him. I guess this weekend was a glimpse into what it will be like when he moves. The funny thing is, when I thought about it...before he left, we spent the last three/four weekends together. Then I really started to think about it...I only spend my weekends with guys I like or people I don’t mind being around. I ALMOST NEVER spent a Friday or Saturday night hanging with the Old Man, Mr. Henry, or Tony...almost never.

Sundays, yes. Monday-Wednesday, no problem. Thursdays maybe. But I almost always spent my Friday or Saturday with Brian or hanging with friends...

Weekdays = Side Dish
Weekends = Main Course

Operation New Guy: Day 3

I met this guy “Danny” last Saturday, when Brian & I were out. He was pretty cute from what I remember. The vodka goggles were put away. So anyways, “Danny” text me on Tuesday & yesterday. After developing slight digit finger carpal tunnel, I told him to call me. We had a pretty decent conversation. He’s a personal trainer. Home grown (from DC, MD, VA), early 30’s. He asked me what I had up for the weekend, read: not a formal date request. I told him I was busy today, but Saturday or Sunday were good. I’ll update you as we make progress. Right now, he has some cool points, sans for the constant texting, which Latino Papi Alex never grew out of.

Speaking of Latino Papi Alex, he sent me yet another text. I still haven’t responded. At first, I thought it was a lack of English/Spanish translation, but nope, all of his text messages are in English, with the exception of a “Mami” thrown in here or there. Speaking of Latino’s, I met another Papi Chulo, translation: cute Latino American. Actually, he’s a Puerto Rican Papi Chulo, “George”. Very, very cute. But get this...he works in my building!!!

I guess it’s inevitable. I spend about 25% of my time at work, so, well it’s only natural, right??? IDK

Anyways, his approach was way better than the security guard. After months of flirting, and helping with my Spanish (ok, not really, I retained like four words), George gave me his number on Wednesday, after inviting me to his upcoming show (he’s an aspiring Reggaeton singer/rapper or something). And he said: “You can call me anytime, 24 hours a day”!

Hmmm.

Stalkerface

Uhhh, Fetish guy...you know, the one from a couple of weeks ago. Pretty persistent. (i.e. Stalkerface) He has continuously e-mailed me, even if I decided not to respond to his attempts to forge some kind of “computer love”. So finally, I sent him this nice message:

Hi, (Stalkerface Fetish Guy)

Thanks for the e-mail (i.e. stop stalking me). I deleted my online profile (so you can’t find me) and am not interested in meeting anyone via the internet anymore (just you).

I wish you the best in your search for Mrs. Right (or in fulfilling your secret fetish).

Good Luck.
(Diva)


Do you know this StalkerFool (no other terms fit) e-mailed me again today!!!


Oh, and the Securityguard cornered me again today...HELP!!!!!!

Operation New Guy: Day 1

"I went around the world and did seventeen guys in 2 and a half hours...beat that." - Diva


Really, it's not what you think! It was all in the name of my new Mission..."Operation Replace Brian"(ORB) before he leaves...get a new guy.

I went speed dating tonight, and it was actually fun. I mean of course it would be, because I have fun where-ever I go, but I was surprised. I went into it pretty optimistic, until I got the Memo that more guys were needed. Evidently, they got the Memo too, because there ended up being too many guys! And here I was, scared there were going to be too many ovaries in the room!!! The ratio of guys to women was way better than the club scene...

So overall, I give the atmosphere a 9.5, the organized staff a 9.5, and the ambiance a 10. The guys....well that's another story. I opted to go with one that had an "International" theme. Apparently, not anyone that was really "International" got the Memo. Or maybe everyone else wanted something "different" too. I met guys from Egypt, Uzbekistan, South Korea, and the other 14...pretty much home grown.

Out of the seventeen guys, there were two & a possible. I mean really, when you have four minutes to determine whether or not you want to give someone a chance, you don't have much to go on, so I will confess, my criteria was pretty much based on looks, and attraction. And well...like I said two & a possible, I might be able to squeeze two more, so five tops!

Would I do it again...yes, it was fun, something different...and lets face it...it's Tuesday...I didn't have anything to lose!

All in a days work!

The Crush

Slap Some Sense Into Me

I’m crushing hard...really hard. Had the typical weekend of hanging out with Brian & P.A.T.T Friday & Brian Saturday night. Fun as usual. I won’t bore you with the typical details, except Saturday, Brian & I had some really good convo’s. Here’s the highlight:

1. We made a bet on the NCAA Championship winner (Go State), the terms & conditions include money & a little humor, but, all in fun! (i.e. Brian wants me to give him his money, should he win, in one dollar bills. He also wants me to count them out to him... Me, I want him to frame my crisp bill, sign it, and write a letter saying how great I am!)

2. I won’t hold my breath, but he may be able to get me a tour, of a highly secured area. I can’t say yet, the Feds may be on to us! Oh, and his Mom & daughter would go with us...uhhhh, meet the Mom???

3. He called me yesterday to see what I was doing, I didn’t disclose the fact that I was having lunch with Mr. Henry, just replied out & about. I think he wanted me to meet him in Georgetown...


Tomorrow, Operation New Guy starts. I’m going to a singles dating event, so I’ll update you with the juicy/not so juicy details. I really feel like I need to find another male to occupy my time besides Brian. Let’s hope the covert operation goes according to plan!!!

Three Strikes, You're Out!

Ahhh. Tomorrow is supposed to be nice outside. In honor and in preparation of the soon to be here mini skirt weather, I went running twice this week! That’s two times more than I’ve been in the last month. I also walked five miles on Monday, and plan on doing something else, to replace my former exercise of burning calories horizontally! (It’s been a minute!)

So quick update on the fellas:

Tony & Old Man - Still haven’t talked to them!!! A few people thought they wouldn’t go down easy (I won’t call you out POW!), but surprisingly, neither one has called!

Mr. Henry - Came through for me this week! About damn time. Although I had to hear him rub it in, I’m happy, I called on him to help me. Last weekend he tried to get me to come over to play “doctor meet the new nurse”, but I’m happy I didn’t give in. It’s easy to say no, when someone doesn’t do it for you anymore...real easy.


Brian (is on strike 1) -He texted me on Sunday, thereby, making entry into the silver book again. I’ve been thinking about it a lot and I really feel like he wasn’t trying to get me to come over to play tag team with him and his roommate. His roommate tried to talk to me that night, I ignored him, then I think he asked Brian to see if I would come over. Maybe I’m thinking with my rose colored glasses today, but, Brian hasn’t crossed that line before, and I never gave him any indications that I’m down with sharing....Like I said before he has had plenty of opportunities to try, especially on all those nights we leave the bar three sheets to the wind...so, I’m going to keep my eyes & ears opened...if it happens again, I will definitely say something...



Terry the Security Guard - I’ve been avoiding him. Taking the stairs when I can, getting off one floor before I reach the lobby. He caught me one day!

Terry - Hey, how have you been, I haven’t seen you

Me - Good, busy

Terry - I got a new phone, that’s why I haven’t called you. Can I get your number again?

Me - (inching my way out the building) - I’ll be right back...


That was Wednesday. This morning I forgot I was avoiding him like the Bubonic Plague, he cornered me again.


Terry- I haven’t seen you since you said you’ll be back, so it’s like that?

Me - (getting on the elevator) - No, not at all, bye!