tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37904255941029973432024-02-20T13:29:19.485+00:00DC DATING ADVENTURESA funny transcript about a single woman's dating experiences in Washington, D.C. The adventures never end, they only get better!DC DIVA DATING ADVENTUREShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00096885006866653953noreply@blogger.comBlogger282125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3790425594102997343.post-1526026551088655642011-02-15T14:41:00.002+00:002011-02-15T14:44:59.893+00:00No Longer A Functioning Alcoholic...But He's A PotheadI am no longer a functioning alcoholic...<br /><br />Yep, that’s right. Today makes day 27 of no vodka, no wine, beer, or other adult beverages. The shakes have subsided, and I can actually sleep throughout the night. (#noinsomnia) The month of January I consumed so much alcohol I became immune. Literally. Which made me think, maybe I had a borderline drinking problem. Aside from consuming ungodly amounts of wine and vodka shots without getting a slight buzz, I had an epiphany; I do not want to look 59, when I am 40, the extra calories negate my workouts, and my tolerance was so high, that I was basically wasting money on the good stuff.<br /><br />Don’t get me wrong, I miss vodka, and I miss my nightly glass of Shiraz, but now it’s kind of a mind over matter thing. Like can I really go without alcohol for 40 days, 40 nights? I am close. I see the light at the end of the tunnel.<br /><br />In other news, this weekend I went out with one of the schoolboys Donny. It was ok, well it wasn’t super exciting or anything. I mean, he threw me off when he decided he wanted to light up (aka smoke mary jane) before our “date”. I mean, I don’t judge, but you mean to tell me it’s 1pm in the afternoon, we are in broad daylight where everyone can see, and you pull out a pipe and greenery because you “need a buzz”. So that was kinda strike #1 in that it turned me off.<br /><br />Yes, I’ve dated guys in the past that have lit-up, hell Klein even shot-gunned me, but that was after the pleasantries, well into our “relationship” in the privacy of our home. Not in the middle of the day, steps away from cops, children and old people. And I know I can’t talk, because I used to partake in vodka, like it was iced water. But I wasn’t that bad. Like I didn’t have a pint hidden in the console of my car. I only took my flask out for special occasions at nighttime, unless I was on vacation...so I could not really understand his need to light up during brunch hours, not to mention, I think we were parked near one of those Big Brother cameras...<br /><br />So, after the “date” he decides he wants to go to the library to study. I’m like well, I do need to see if they have this book for class. Before we get there, we stop and get food. So we get there, they don’t have the book. I decide to leave.<br /><br /><strong>(Side Note: I studied all week, and just came off a stressful week of work and school, so I really didn’t want to study anyways. End Side Note)</strong><br /><br />Donny: well can’t you read some other books<br /><br />Me: no, we have specific books<br /><br />Donny: well you can study some other stuff<br /><br />Me: hmmm, nope, I pretty have everything I need except that book, and all of my stuff is at home, so it’s pointless for me to stay<br /><br />Donny: well what are you going to do?<br /><br />Me: go home.<br /><br />We hug. I leave. That’s It.DC DIVA DATING ADVENTUREShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00096885006866653953noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3790425594102997343.post-79722045281258999712011-01-18T16:12:00.003+00:002011-01-18T16:21:48.705+00:00Rum, Revelations & RelationshipsI’m back from vacay...relaxed, kissed by the sun, and ready to get the year started off right! A little over a week ago, I celebrated my 31st birthday in the Dominican. Between drinking Mamajuana’s and laying on the beach, I began to contemplate what I want this year in terms of well - everything. On my b-day I received like 20 missed happy bday text messages, from guys from the past (Klein, Old Man) and guys from a possible future (Donny & Damien )<br /><br /><br />With school getting back underway, I’m not 100% sure I want to get into anything too hot and heavy. Yet, I’m kinda ready to take another stab at the R-word. Hours after my arrival back stateside, I spoke with friends, fam & Klein. We haven’t spoken or seen each other in well over two-months. I told him I was kinda suprised he remember it is was “mi cumpleanos”. We caught up, he made a couple of flirtatious remarks...then I decided to causually ask about the chick I ran into him with. He confirmed it’s his latest main squeeze. He went on to tell me she’s a lot like me. Like ALOT. It’s kinda weird, why would you date someone “just like me”? After I got off the phone, it had me thinking...do I miss him, or the idea of him?<br /><br /><br />Mr. Henry missed me. A LOT. He wanted to see my sun-kissed skin. He pulled out all the stops. Massages. Kisses... and well...more attention than normal. He had the key to my place for two-weeks. I asked him about it once...he sort of “forgot” to give it back. Then I made it cyrstal clear on where he needs to leave it. He knows where I hide it though. In determining my future, I have to decide whether I am going to allow him to contiune playing house with me. I guess I have to sit down and dig deep, and stop playing the fence.<br /><br /><br />I met some other randoms over the last two-weeks. All of them under 25. I should be flattered, that they think I’m 23 pushing 24. But I’m kinda over the young’uns after my experience with Klein. Speaking of which, something funny with one of them happened this weekend. I think PATT & her new bf are slyly trying to set me up with her bf’s friend. A huge group of us went out this weekend (including schoolboy Donny) and PATT & her bf tried to make sure me & the friend played together...a lot. After the party, Donny went home, while the rest of us partook in the early sober-up breakfast fare. Afterwards PATT, her bf, & “the friend” stayed at my place. I woke up to him at the foot of my bed...he was a perfect gentelman (and I made it clear that if he so much as took his jeans or shirt off I was going to cause bodily harm). The next day I went out to her bf’s place for dinner & they conviently invited “the friend”. Oh & by the way, “the friend” is cute...but he’s 24.<br /><br /><br />After dinner, I fought icy roads to get back to the city to pick up Mr. H at the Metro. He came back to my place. He asked me how my time out with PATT was...I did not tell him about the impromptu sleepover he would have gotten the wrong idea and flipped the fuck out. We have to have a serious talk...DC DIVA DATING ADVENTUREShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00096885006866653953noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3790425594102997343.post-89948569324560649522011-01-03T03:25:00.000+00:002011-01-03T03:25:31.586+00:002010 In Review2010 was quite memorable. From Brian to Klein, Klein to Jason, Mr. H to school, and some new playmates in the form of guys in class, I had quite a year. I know I’ve been MIA, so I will do the year in review in one post. <br />
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Went to N.O. after receiving the invite from Brian…<a href="http://dcdatingadventures.blogspot.com/2010/02/nolathis-unsent-e-mail-pretty-much-sums.html">remember that</a>? Anyways, after deleting his number, and attempting to erase him from all things Diva, he still texts me from time to time. Speaking of which, he texted last night, to talk shit about my team losing their bowl game…random & out the blue. <br />
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After his demise, Mr. H reappeared, but I locked my muffin, and was pretty good at keeping it away from him for 10-months!<br />
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I went on a few dates, you know, the guy that was trying to get his green card. Then, I met the young one we affectionately (or not) know as Klein. We actually tried the boyfriend/girlfriend thing against my better judgment. Blame it on the vodka zapping my brain cells…or at that time, his sweetheart ways, until he started acting crazy. We had some memorable moments. Remember the “<a href="http://dcdatingadventures.blogspot.com/2010/06/kitchen.html">peanut butter & jelly</a>” debacle? That was interesting. But then we also had quite a few arguments. And after a few months of dating we dealt with family issues and I subsequently had to break it off, after getting frustrated with his mood swings. Oh and then there was that <a href="http://dcdatingadventures.blogspot.com/2010/09/was-that-supposed-to-be-closure.html">one incident</a>…that was closure on his part. <br />
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<strong><u>2nd Part of 2010</u></strong><br />
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After reclaiming my single & sexy card, I traded it in for a student ID and started grad school. I slowed down on the drinking and hanging, and instead focused on trying to do well during my 1st semester of the ball & chain, in the form of papers and books. <br />
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In-between class, I got super horny, and decided to take a walk on the wild side with Jason. The former friend, who I pretty much only went on movie dates with. You know, the guy who thinks Midori Sours are strong. After the romp, I was quite disappointed. I tried once more, to see if it was the alcohol or him. It was him. We still talk from time to time. A few days ago, he asked me out to dinner. Dinner is too personal, is what I tried to explain to POW, I really wish I could make myself like him, but the sexual chemistry is just not there. <br />
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You know who lost the sexual chemistry in 2010? Mr. H. I know, I know, after 11 years of on & off-ness, and sex and no sex. I finally feel like it’s not there anymore. So after hiding my muffin from him for most of the year, he wore me down, and quite frankly after having a bad romp, and no sex for months, he didn’t have to keep trying as hard as he was earlier. So we messed the sheets up about 5 or 6 times after our hiatus. And I felt nothing. Yes, I realize it took me five or six times of trying it out, but the last time we messed the sheets up, I was laying there, <strike>looking at the ceiling</strike>, trying to move his head where I wanted, and it just wasn’t working. I even tried thinking about someone else. So since then we have hung, but I’m 100% sure, we are done. No more freaky sex, and quite frankly I’m cool with that, because <strike>he has some kinky fetishes</strike> his <a href="http://dcdatingadventures.blogspot.com/2009/09/fetish-or-just-freaky.html">fetishes were starting to get weird</a>. <br />
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While I was focusing on the books, I met two guys in my program. Right now they are just peers, but I have hung with them during break, and outside of the classroom. Let’s start with “Donny”, he asked me for my number towards the middle of the semester. We went out once alone, and once together with other classmates. We talk and communicate quite often, and have plans to hang soon again. He’s cool, pretty laid back, interesting. Then there is “Damien”, we recently hung out at a concert with some of his friends. Right now, I definitely think he would be a cool “classmate” to hang out with from time to time, but nothing beyond that. With Donny though, the chemistry is a bit different. In any case, I’m just hanging out, nothing serious, nothing weird, as we are 1) classmates, and 2) in a small program. So friends only is fine with me. Strictly friends. <br />
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So 2010 was full of dating & not dating, make ups and make-out sessions, a new start with school, and more trips & vacays. In addition to plenty of libations, and hanging with the chick friends and others 2010 was a pretty good year. <br />
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So now that I’m back from my blog vacay, I’m ready to stay focused and of course have fun in 2011. To get the year started off right, I’m on my way to the Caribbean for my 1st vacation of the year. Sun, sand and beaches in less than 96 hours!!!<br />
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Missed you guys! Happy New Year, <br />
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Love DivaDC DIVA DATING ADVENTUREShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00096885006866653953noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3790425594102997343.post-69886161514681986572010-11-11T15:53:00.000+00:002010-11-11T15:55:39.316+00:00I Love Him, But I'm Not "IN" Love With Him...After 10 and a half months of avoiding his advances, flirtations, out-right attempts to get me in his clutches...I must say, I am pretty proud I avoided him for that long. In the past, we would have fell back into the same routine much more quickly. Technically speaking I didn’t give in, but I know I am eating the words I uttered, when I said Mr. Henry could never see the light of my muffin ever again in his lifetime.<br /><br />With the extinction of Klein, and school, and me being in a place of where I don’t know if I am ready to commit to another relationship, it only seemed natural that Mr. H could gain re-entry into my box. (I know, I know)<br /><br />I will say that right now the strong can’t breathe emotions & sentiment that I once felt for him are not there. However, it seems as if we will always have this unspoken silent bond. We are magnetically linked to each other - we don’t have to say anything to each other, yet we know...we know exactly what it is we can’t say outloud.DC DIVA DATING ADVENTUREShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00096885006866653953noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3790425594102997343.post-74204266320004424952010-11-04T01:29:00.004+00:002010-11-04T01:54:20.895+00:00Muffin's Dry Out...What a crazy few weeks...<br /><br />Let me just jump right in. A few weeks ago I had drunk sex with Jason. It was bad. Really bad, like do we do a "do-over" bad, or pretend it never happened bad? (I'm leaning towards pretend it never happened bad)<br /><br />I'll admit, I was in a bad place so I can take 10% of the blame, but I thought, "drunk come and get it right now sex" was the best. Atleast that's been my experience in the past. I guess it was bad mainly because we were friends (atleast that's what I'd like to rationalize) and aside from the fact that his rocket launched too quick, (like waaaayyyyy too quick) the chemistry just wasn't there. We did it three times (same night)...but the landings always sucked.<br /><br />Oh well, he was the re-bound guy, I hadn't had sex in like 2 months, we had been flirting back & forth & bam...<br /><br /><br />Things aren't <em>THAT</em> awkward though. We've talked since then and text back and forth. Friendship still intact...<br /><br /><br />I'll tell you what's awkward though....I ran into Klein....with another chick. It was so random and unexpected...it hit me like whoa. Like really, I didn't expect it. And get this, 48 hours later...<br /><br />I run into his ass AGAIN! (not on purpose). He tried to give me a hug. He tried to make small-talk, and I was just so, like WTF, like I don't have anything to say. I mean really, what is there to say? I'll admit, I could have made an effort, but it would have been so forced.<br /><br />DC is soooo small. <em>Note to self: Do not date anyone that lives or works within a 3-block radius of me</em><br /><br />In Other News:<br /><br />I went on a really bad date a few weeks ago. Like, he had stalker potential. In fact, I think he tried to follow me home, because he let on that he knew what street I turned down after the date....and he lives in the opposite direction!!! He has called and text-stalked me...big huge red flags...<br /><br /><br />Brian text me out the blue this past weekend...he said he was just seeing how I was doing? Out the blue<br /><br /><br />School has me pretty busy, but I managed to findsome time to hang last week. Mr. H & I hung with PATT and a few of my friends on Friday for happy-hour, after 7 vodka drinks, and randomness at two bars, I was in a vodka induced sleep at home by 10pm. Saturday I dressed up & went out....<br /><br /><br />And now, I have to finish the semester on a good note...so I'll be M.I.A....<em>again</em>DC DIVA DATING ADVENTUREShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00096885006866653953noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3790425594102997343.post-9133997455850778462010-10-19T15:09:00.004+01:002010-10-19T15:14:41.791+01:00Part2: Update On Everything Diva, Including Horny-ness, F*ckery & Everything In Between<strong>Disclaimer: <a href="http://dcdatingadventures.blogspot.com/2010/10/update-on-everything-diva-including.html">Read Part 1 first</a>. </strong><br /><br /><br />Klein: But I got into a fight, with a crazy person last night. I could have got hurt or died<br /><br />Me: But you’re standing here in front of me. You’re not hurt.<br /><br />Klein: I could have been hurt.<br /><br />Me: (deep sigh) But you’re not, you’re making assumptions and excuses.<br /><br />We start walking and he awkwardly tries to put his arm around me. I try to have a civil convo with him, but I’m so fucking pissed at the fact that he’s missing the point. He then says he is pushing the whole holding me thing, as it’s still daytime, and it’s Ramadan, and that we shouldn’t talk about anything else that’s negative. He tells me he has a meeting and he will see me later.<br /><br />Two days go by. I finally call him and ask him to help me with something. I remind him that I’m leaving at the butt crack of dawn, and we haven’t spent “real quality time” together. He meets me at the store, and we’re walking around, I’m getting last minute stuff for my trip. I try to talk to him, and again, he says it’s Ramadan, and he “can’t talk about anything that will change his spirit” He then proceeds to complain about how hungry he is, and asks me how much longer am I going to be, because it’s almost sun-down. I point out to him, that he chose to fast, so basically why “are you complaining, and that if you are so hungry leave”.<br /><br />He basically says if he leaves, then I’ll just be mad at him again.<br /><br />At this point I checked out. Mentally, it’s no reasoning with him.<br /><br />I’m not done shopping, I tell him to go ahead without me, go eat (I need peace & quiet, and frankly didn’t feel like hearing his fucking excuses, whining, and bitching about not eating). He takes half of the things I brought to drop them off at my place.<br /><br />Me: are you coming over after dinner<br /><br />Klein: yea<br /><br />Me: so like an hour or so<br /><br />Klein: Yea, I gotta eat, or so. It’s Ramadan, so we can’t do anything...<br /><br />Me: Seriously, I have to pack and stuff, I leave early and won’t be back till Sunday.<br /><br />Klein: Ok, I’ll see you soon<br /><br />(he gives me a hug & kiss)<br /><br />I didn’t hear from him at all that night.<br /><br />Hence the reason for the <a href="http://dcdatingadventures.blogspot.com/2010/09/disclaimers-confessions-sex-rehab.html">text</a>.<br /><br /><br />Now, I know people think his mom’s death had a lot to do with his irrationality. But I beg to differ. Earlier in the relationship I tried to break up with him twice. And both times he pretended as if it never happened. I think he used his mom’s death as a scapegoat for his actions, as well as Ramadan. Yep. I said it. It may come off as being harsh, but the problems we had existed pre-mom. Had we not had these problems before and they came up as a result of his mom, I’d be more understanding. But they didn’t.<br /><br />So that’s the demise of Klein. Maybe I could have done it differently, but my frustration with him could not be contained anymore. What’s done is done.DC DIVA DATING ADVENTUREShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00096885006866653953noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3790425594102997343.post-79663489972701474912010-10-10T04:20:00.005+01:002010-10-10T04:58:06.651+01:00Update On Everything Diva, Including Horny-ness, F*ckery & Everything In Between (1 of 2)Ok, so I know I've been MIA, and now here I am, trying to play catch-up, fill-in & fill-up. So let me start with a few disclaimers. As usual, <strong>I'm drinking</strong>. So if something doesn't make since, blame the Yellowtail Shiraz (hey, good cheap wine, what can I say). Disclaimer #2, I haven't had sex in like 2 months...so everything reeks of sexual tension. I'm scared I'll throw my panties at some random guy on the street anyday now, although I must say, I've been in some hard situations the last month (all puns intended), and didn't give in....so maybe the horny-ness is a mental thing.<br /><br />First things first. I remember I told you I was going to tell you about the break-up with Klein. Hopefully to clear up the fact that I'm not a bitch for breaking up with him shortly after his mom passed. Here goes...<br /><br />So in the comments awhile ago, I indicated my rocking, eccentric Aunt passed away shortly after Klein's mom. In fact, we were together when I got the news that she had hours (if that) to live. Klein & I talked about her & we talked about his mom, life, blah, blah, blah. So we depart, and on my long drive home, she passes. I call him to let him know. He doesn't answer. A few hours later he calls me & tells me he's out & will call me later.<br /><br />Later ends up being the next day or so. I had to call him because his phone was off...so I let him know I'm going home for her funeral over the weekend (it's like Monday evening at this point). He's still out of town at this point & says he doesn't know when he'll be back, he has family stuff to take care of. Well he gets back in town Wednesday (but he doesn't tell me, I found out via his sister early Thursday morning, after she sent me a text asking me if I spoke to him). We talked Thursday evening.<br /><br />I left Friday morning for the funeral.<br /><br />I leave on Friday & not once does he:<br />1) call me to see if I made it home ok<br />2) check on me to see how my fam is doing with everything<br />3) check on me to see how I am doing<br />4) see when I'll be back, call to say he misses me, or and fuckery of that nature.<br /><br />I get back to D.C. on Sunday evening & call to let him know I'm back. No answer. I go about my day, head to the store, with the intentions of going home to unpack & re-pack for my trip to paradise in the form of Jamaica that takes place 3 days later. Low & behold I'm in the check-out line and guess who comes in??? Klein.<br /><br />He comes up to me (I didn't notice him or rather see him walk in) and asks me to wait for him while he checks out.<br /><br />I wait.<br /><br />He comes out & acts like everything is right with the world. The first thing he says to me is:<br /><br />"I got into a fight last night at work"<br /><br />Me: *blank stare*<br /><br />(in my head: WHAT THE FUCK, I DON'T CARE)<br /><br />Me: (outloud): Ummm excuse me. Did you get my text from earlier?<br /><br />Him: Yeah, about you making it back?<br /><br />Me: Um Yeah.<br /><br />Him: Yeah, I was gonna call you. But guess what happened to me last night?<br /><br />Me: I don't care. Before you tell me anything, you haven't even asked me how my flight was, how's my family, how was my trip. In fact, you didn't call me once this whole weekend!!!<br /><br /><br />Ok, sorry guys, I'm getting mad just thinking about the pure fuckery that came out his mouth afterwards. To be continued...<br /><br />But In Other News:<br /><br />I resisted the temptation that is Mr. H for the last month, and the fact that he's been throwing it at me like a major league pitcher...<br /><br />Remember Jason??? If you don't you gotta catch up on him, he's sorta back in the picture as a "friend only".<br /><br />School has me busy as well as work, so I've been a REALLY GOOD DIVA. As you can see, I'm in the house...but the night is still young.DC DIVA DATING ADVENTUREShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00096885006866653953noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3790425594102997343.post-86069567961014480552010-09-06T05:08:00.004+01:002010-09-06T05:14:20.267+01:00Was That Supposed To Be Closure????<em>That wasn't fair Klein...<br /></em><br />Fuck closure. That was the idea, behind the come get your shit movement. Closure. This weekend was crazy. Ok, let me start in order. Friday night vodka got the best of me, and lets just say I ran into some of Klein's co-workers. The next day they told him I was inebriated (well in their words fucked up). He told them I wasn't his gf anymore and that I broke up with him. He calls me to get my side of the story, I blow him off because I was on my way back to Mr. H's.<br /><br />I spent all day Saturday at Mr. H's place.<br /><br />No sex with Mr. H. In fact, I couldn't even think about bringing myself to letting him nibble my muffin. I thought about it, but I wasn't turned on by the thought of him. In fact, I was probably dryer than the Sahara desert when thinking about him getting close to my lady parts....my mind was somewhere else. I left his place around 3:15am, Klein calls me at 3:45am. I knew he was going to call. I push silent and go to sleep.<br /><br />Tonight, man.......where do I start. I study, eat, nap, Klein comes over for the "pick your stuff up, I don't want it in my house anymore closure event". We talk. We talk about why it wasn't working, we talk about maybe later in life, He apologizes and says he's sorry he wasn't the man I wanted him to be. We talk about us....He tells me I was the best gf he ever had...he was supposed to meeting his boys in 15 minutes.<br /><br />We hug for a really long time.<br /><br />We say stuff that's deep.<br /><br />I tell him he should go, it's late and he's gotta meet his friends.<br /><br />He says he has time.<br /><br />We kiss.<br /><br />He tugs at my skirt, and I tell him no. "Remember you're practicing Ramadan"<br /><br />He says he doesn't care and wants to do it.<br /><br />He tries again. I try to stop him.<br /><br />He gets on his knees, and kisses me.<br /><br />I try to stop him again.<br /><br />He says he wants to.<br /><br />On the floor in my living room, he gives me the best oral conversation ever, and gets up and leaves.<br /><br />Damn fucker.<br /><br />I was supposed to meet my friends out tonight, I was on my way to Mr. H's...gotta get it together...I can't believe he just pulled that....DC DIVA DATING ADVENTUREShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00096885006866653953noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3790425594102997343.post-34832801226567481342010-09-01T18:09:00.000+01:002010-09-01T18:09:50.605+01:00Disclaimers, Confessions & Sex Rehab<u><strong>Last Night</strong></u><br />
I gave him the disclaimer twice...“no sex”...he said he just wanted to hold me (yeah right...) so, against my better judgment I went over there....because...well because, he wore me down. He’s been asking daily for I don’t know how long and technically it was not cheating, seeing as how I broke it off with Klein before I went to the Islands....so I was super single. <br />
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Once we got to his house, I asked him for shorts because I forgot pj’s (ummm who wears pj’s anymore?). He’s awkwardly trying to figure out which way to lay. We leave the t.v. on, he pulls me close & I have restless sleep, pretty much the whole night. Somewhere between me dreaming of beaches & rum punch and 6:30am, he starts kissing me, and tries to eat my “muffin”...I clutch my shorts and SHUT IT DOWN...<br />
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Yes, Klein & I are not together. I got so fucking frustrated with him, I gave him the deuces via text (don’t sue me, I tried to call him and he didn’t answer so I had no choice....), and boarded a plane to paradise for 4 days, thereby cutting off all phone communication with him. Guess he was salty about it, because he tried to take shots at me on Facebook.....oh well, once a child, always a child. <br />
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The longer story of why I broke up with him will follow soon<br />
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<strong><u>In Other Other News</u></strong><br />
Guess you can tell by my sporadic postings, that the life of a grad student is about to ensue...not sure how demanding it will be, but I’m sure dating and debauchery will be on the back-burner...I’ll try to stick around & blog about the crazy-ness....this isn’t my last post...just a disclaimer.DC DIVA DATING ADVENTUREShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00096885006866653953noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3790425594102997343.post-44958976308742678362010-08-13T02:42:00.000+01:002010-08-13T02:46:35.953+01:00Good Girls Drink VodkaThe opportunity to cheat has been placed on a silver platter with a vodka on the rocks and medium filet mignon tonight...proud to say I'm on a diet and resisted temptation. It was tempting yes, but I'm trying to be a good girl... and just so you know, I do like steak, and it was hard (no puns intended) to resist.<br /><br /><br /><br />In Other News<br /><br />I'll be starting school in a few weeks, to obtain an advanced degree in something other than dating. Klein and I are doing pretty ok. We have our moments. Some days it's great and other days I'm like fuck it, I quit. For the most part though, I do care about him and I know he cares about me, so we work on it.<br /><br />I still have that one little, itty bitty muy tiny problemo. I still haven't told Mr. H about Klein and vise versa and I can't bring myself to do it. Inquiring minds want to know why. Is it because I want to keep my options or am I simply to pansy to woman up and face the wrath from both of them. I kinda prefer not to tell them, but chick friends pose the question, "why not"? And that, I can't truly answer.DC DIVA DATING ADVENTUREShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00096885006866653953noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3790425594102997343.post-21528008492946366302010-07-23T18:16:00.001+01:002010-07-23T18:16:57.251+01:00No WordsSigh. The last few days have been a bit emotionally draining. Klein’s mother passed away this week. I knew it was coming, but not like this. I’m trying to be there for him as much as possible. That’s all I can really say right now.DC DIVA DATING ADVENTUREShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00096885006866653953noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3790425594102997343.post-59289307627520307422010-07-15T22:08:00.003+01:002010-07-15T22:24:55.875+01:00Good Girl In HawaiiSo I just made it back from vacation this week, and I’m proud to announce I was a <strong>good girl</strong>. In fact too good.<br /><br /><br /><em>Klein & I are still together... I actually kinda missed him while I was gone</em><br /><br /><br />POW came to D.C, 4th of July weekend and all we did was drink & party, and party & drink, to commemorate her dirty thirty, with an added mini bonus trip to NY. One night we hung with Mr. Henry & his friend at a lounge, after trying some other spots. POW is under the delusion that me & H are made for each other. Although we talk everyday and still do favors for each other (not that kind) he never stepped his game up.<br /><br /><strong>Side Note:</strong> I have yet to tell Klein or Mr. Henry about each other. Is that wrong??? (I’m saving the male ego, they can both be quite jealous....and in my defense, Mr. Henry and I haven’t played “horizontal polo” since December, and I never intend to let him get near my muffin box....ever). <strong>End Side Note</strong><br /><br /><br />Maybe I’m playing with fire...what can I say, I used to enjoy lighting matches as a child...<br /><br /><br />In other news I’m going to Jamaica next month...I’m trying to slowly break it to Klein, that I will be in my favorite place on earth, celebrating yet another thirty club card member, but I gotta let him recover from me spending 7-days in Honolulu first...<br /><br />Speaking of Jamaica, I got a random call today from someone there...hmmmmm.DC DIVA DATING ADVENTUREShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00096885006866653953noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3790425594102997343.post-52945955538457378642010-06-30T15:52:00.000+01:002010-06-30T15:52:32.825+01:00When's The Last Time You've Been Tested???<em>- April 28th, 2010 - I'm negative for everything under the sun, including BS and I have proof -Diva</em><br />
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I remember in high school we took this health seminar, that was kind of a "scare you straight" moment. They showed graphic detailed pictures of every disease imaginable. I crossed my legs & vowed to keep my muffin box locked. <br />
Well college happened, and let's just say, I shared my muffin a few times....but those pictures always lingered in my thoughts....which had me paranoid (even when I used prophylactics) so paranoid, that I decided to go cold turkey for long periods of time. <br />
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Last week the CDC released another HIV Study. It boggles me, how people are still getting the itchies, with all of the PSA's, posters, free condoms, etc. going on... Ummm here are a few DC specific stats: <br />
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<ul><li>D.C.’s AIDS rate is higher than that of any U.S. state. DC AIDS rate is approximately 10 times that of the U.S. in general.</li>
<li>D.C.’s AIDS rate is higher than these major cities: Baltimore, Philadelphia, New York City, Detroit, and Chicago.</li>
<li>From 2004 to 2008, 3,312 new AIDS cases were diagnosed in D.C. African-Americans accounted for 86 percent of those cases.</li>
<li>More people in D.C. are testing positive for HIV: From 2004 to 2008, the “number of persons testing positive” for HIV in D.C. increased by 353 percent, from 246 in 2004 to 1,115 in 2008. <span style="font-size: x-small;">(<a href="http://www.washingtoncitypaper.com/blogs/sexist/2010/06/29/hiv-in-dc-by-the-numbers/">via Wash City Paper</a>)</span></li>
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<strong>Moral of the stats - WRAP it up or keep your snakes caged & muffin boxes closed</strong>DC DIVA DATING ADVENTUREShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00096885006866653953noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3790425594102997343.post-86618805119961872672010-06-23T13:12:00.001+01:002010-06-23T13:12:00.694+01:00MushySometimes when one is venting about the relationship (any type of relationship)....you think about all of things you dislike about that person...in actuality though, there are things that you like, which kinda makes you stick around. I decided to compile a list of the things Klein does or did, that kinda stick out. Warning...sappiness to follow...<br />
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On a couple of occasions after a long day of working, he massaged my feet (he even kissed them once...)<br />
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He brought me a pair of earrings just because he thought they looked like something I would wear. <br />
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He picked up dinner after I had yet another long day of dealing with client stuff...without me asking<br />
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He constantly tells me why he loves me<br />
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He remembers little things, like what I wore on our first date, what I had on when I visited his mom in the hospital, what I had on when we met. (hell I don’t even remember that stuff)<br />
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He loves playing in my hair (Pause...)<br />
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He carries my heavy stuff without me asking<br />
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He opens my car door (Every time, sometimes I forget to wait for him, and do it myself, but he’ll still come to my side of the door)<br />
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If I cook, he offers to wash the dishes (well, I only cooked like twice, so maybe this one doesn’t count that much)<br />
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He kisses me in the morning, (I’m thinking my breath smells like cotton candy or something, cause he never scrunches up his face)<br />
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He kisses the palms of my hand & my forehead (I don’t know why I like this, I just do)<br />
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He constantly tells me what a great woman I am<br />
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He loves smelling me (It’s actually kind of weird, but if he likes it, who am I to deny him the pleasure of smelling me???)<br />
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DC DIVA DATING ADVENTUREShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00096885006866653953noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3790425594102997343.post-13646585954666460082010-06-22T15:33:00.003+01:002010-06-22T16:45:53.330+01:00The KitchenSo last night Klein spent the night...I went in. Maybe it was the vodka with white peach (tasty) or the fact that I have given it a lot of thought.<br /><br />Me: Baby, I think you have hang-ups about sex and sexuality...<br /><br />Klein: What are you talking about, where is this coming from???<br /><br />Me: Well the other night when I wanted to suck your d*ck (yes I said that) you had an issue with it. Why?<br /><br />Klein: I told you, it’s ok if we are going to have sex, but just to do it, just because...you’re better than that.<br /><br />Me: But baby, if it’s something I want to do for you, and we are in a committed relationship, what’s wrong with that. Like, if I don’t do it, are you gonna go find someone else...<br /><br />Klein: No. I wouldn’t do that.<br /><br />Me: If we are in a relationship, there’s nothing wrong with me being a freak for you...like anything goes<br /><br />Klein: Almost anything<br /><br />Me: I’m your freak, so it’s ok<br /><br />Klein: Why do you have those shorts on... (<em>black little cheeky ones</em>)<br /><br />(<em>I laughed and walk to the kitchen</em>)<br /><br />Me: Why are you following me<br /><br />Klein: You know what you’re doing to me...<br /><br />And let’s just say, in the kitchen, with the refrigerator door wide open, he got the best peanut butter and jelly sandwich (uhhh a BJ for the slow folks) ever......<br /><br />Afterwards, we laid in bed and talked about his sex hang-ups and where they came from...after he told me, it made a little more sense, but I still think it’s an age and experience thing.DC DIVA DATING ADVENTUREShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00096885006866653953noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3790425594102997343.post-67625394951342842582010-06-21T16:05:00.004+01:002010-06-21T16:17:32.173+01:00A Little More TMI...OK Too Much TMIYes...it’s true we are back together (almost 2 weeks now). Long story short, in his mind, we never broke up. He came over one day as if all was right with the world and the Celtics won (like how I slipped that in)... anyways, we talked, blah, blah, blah and made up. The next day we had make-up sex. (he was on time-out that night, and thus had to work really really hard for it).<br /><br /><br /><br />Oh yeah, that same day, his sister wanted to talk to me and thank me for being there during the whole mom thing and to tell me what a great, fabulous person I am, and how I am the sun, moon and stars to Klein (ok...she didn’t say moon, but you know...I’m really terrific and such)<br /><br />Speaking of talking to the family members, his mom wanted to talk to me yesterday, to express the same sentiment and to invite me to see her. Hmmm, what can I say, they heart me!<br /><br />Ok, so here’s where the confusion comes in about talking to the one eyed monster. We are laying in bed, cuddling, and he knows I’ve been riding the crimson tide...but his one eyed monster won’t go to sleep, and kept poking me....no matter where I moved.<br /><br />Me: Baby go to sleep<br /><br /><br />Klein: I can’t...I’m trying. You make me so horny.<br /><br /><br />Me: You want me to talk to him<br /><br /><br />Klein: Yes<br /><br />(I kiss him, Klein moans...I get ready to do a little more...)<br /><br />Klein: Baby no.<br /><br />Me: Why not? (IN MY HEAD: ...what the eff? I’m tired and I want you to stop grinding on me cause I wanna go to sleep...so I need to make sure your Johnson stops poking me)<br /><br /><br />Klein: Because we can’t have sex.<br /><br /><br />Me: I know, but I want you to come, so we (really me) can go to sleep.<br /><br />Klein: You’re my girlfriend, and I don’t want to...<br /><br />(I cut him off)<br /><br />Me: I’m not gonna let you come in my mouth<br /><br /><br />Klein: No, you’re special. I love you and you mean a lot to me. I don’t want you to blow him, unless it’s immediately followed by us making love.<br /><br />Me: Why, I don’t get it. If I’m your girlfriend, and we are in a monogamous relationship, and I want to...<br /><br />Klein: Because you’re special...if it’s some random chick I don’t care about, I’d let her and go to sleep, but I respect and love you...<br /><br /><br />Me: But I’d let you please me all you want, and we don’t have to have sex afterwards...<br /><br /><br />Klein: Come here, I love you. (he kissed me, and pulled me close)<br /><br /><br />Me: (laying there wide awake, like- wow...hmmmmmm.....I’ve never had a significant other to turn down a free and clear “you’re not obligated to return the favor spit-shine, because it’s that time of month, and this is a once in a life-time gift”....what really began to boggle me as I was laying there, was how he has me up on this pedestal. One day last week, as we were playing hokey pokey, (girl on top) he was saying stuff like “oooh, you’re such a freak”.... but I was confused, because I didn’t see what was so freaky about a perfectly normal position. It wasn’t like I asked him to tie me up <strike>or handcuff and blindfold me on the balcony</strike><br /><br /><br />So...he’s ultra conservative in the bedroom, unless he’s oral communicating with me...what happens when the sex gets blah 6 months from, and I want to do some “spicy” things.... I mean I go from Mr. H, who liked me to slap him and spit on him, to Klein, who thinks playing polo is super freaky.<br /><br /><strong>Ok, I know this was TMI...but I was really confused by the whole, no slob the knob thing</strong>DC DIVA DATING ADVENTUREShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00096885006866653953noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3790425594102997343.post-24729622165234597632010-06-21T03:56:00.002+01:002010-06-21T04:01:25.506+01:00Confessions & TMIThis is definitely TMI.... but this has never happened to me. So I am quite confused???<br /><br /><br />Klien didn't want me to slob his knob, because he said I'm his GF and he loves me too much for that.<br /><br /><br />PAUSE. I'm going to let that sink in, then explain.DC DIVA DATING ADVENTUREShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00096885006866653953noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3790425594102997343.post-87016017106745154992010-06-09T18:04:00.003+01:002010-06-09T18:06:54.934+01:00I Don’t Do Pansy...The Break-Up (Pt. 2)So Saturday after his random morning text, and me ignoring him. I get the following Sunday evening:<br /><br />Klein: Where are u. i know u think i don’t care but i do this ordeal with my moms is a bit much i haven’t been feeling well either plse don’t think im tryn 2 hurt u<br /><br />Me: ok<br /><br /><strong>3 hours later</strong><br /><br /><br />Me: I’ve had time to think about everything and I think you are a great person and have good intentions, but maybe the timing is bad for you in regards to being in a relationship right now. I’ll be here if you need a shoulder to lean on. Deuces Pansy boy <strong>(<---ok I didn’t say deuces...but I was trying to be nice</strong>)<br /><br /><br />My thoughts: I do think he was a nice guy, but he has/had waaaayyy too many issues. I’m not a teacher, and don’t have the patience to school him. Did I like him? Yes. Did I love him? Not like that. Was I in love with him? Nope nadda. Possibility of friendship in the future??? Who knows...DC DIVA DATING ADVENTUREShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00096885006866653953noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3790425594102997343.post-64803134792211768432010-06-07T17:58:00.000+01:002010-06-07T17:58:35.306+01:00I Don’t Do Pansy...The Break-Up (Pt. 1)<strong><em>A lot can happen in 6 days...the timeline of the break-up commences.</em></strong><br />
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<strong>Last Tuesday:</strong> Klein and I spent face-time together. After a rough weekend, the L-bomb, the request for my hand in girlfriend-dom, and his mom’s successful road to recovery, we seemed to be getting back to “normal”, whatever normal is. During our face-time, Klein reiterated the fact that he “loved” me. (His words) and that he’s so happy to have me in his life, and what a fabulous, awesome, wonderful person he thinks I am. We laid around for awhile, talked, caught-up, made out, sexed, cuddled...then he went home. <br />
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<strong>Last Wednesday:</strong> I sent him an e-mail & text in the morning (note before 11am) asking him what his schedule was like over the weekend, I wanted to see if he wanted to de-stress with some libations, miniature golf, and just hang. That evening (note 9 hours later), I sent him a text asking him if he was still taking his exams.<br />
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(<em>mid-night, I made one last txt attempt</em>) Me: Hey baby, where r u, I’ve been trying to call/txt u<br />
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(<em>an hour later</em>) Klein: Hey baby, I’m ok, just a lot of running around. Exam postponed for me<br />
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<strong><em>Side Note:</em></strong> I was in never-never land by this point, so I didn’t respond<br />
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<strong>Last Thursday:</strong> Not totally bothered by his lack of response time, due to us talking about his busy schedule Tuesday, I decided to check on him mid-afternoon to a) catch-up b) to see if he wanted to grab some dinner and c) to see if he had to work over the weekend because I was planning to go to NY. He answered & said he was in the vitamin shop and he would call right back<br />
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4-Hours later he calls me, and by this time, I’m at the bar doing flights, glancing at the game and waiting on my chick friend to arrive and partake in liquid libations with me. I didn’t answer because the music was rock band loud, so I sent him a text.<br />
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Me: Oh wow you must finally be done at the vitamin store... (<strong><em>sarcasm in txt messages suck</em></strong>) I’m near U St. stopped to grab some food, it’s loud in here so txt me<br />
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Klein: U and those quips lol just checkin in u told me you had to catch me up<br />
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Me: Yes...everything I had to tell you is old news now and my favor I was trying to ask you is obsolete...you have to work tonight?<br />
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Klein: No just studying for my make-up<br />
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Me: Can u meet me half-way & walk me home in a little while please?<br />
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(<em>half an hr later</em>)<br />
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Me: So is that a no?<br />
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My chick friend & I stay awhile longer, head to another spot, then I decide to head home. For whatever reason, I decide to forego the cab, and walk (<em>like 15 mins on a bad day</em>) to my place. On my way, I call Klein and he answers. I ask him why didn’t he respond, all he had to do was say no. He says he’s studying and I make a remark, then he says, something about being stressed. He rushes me off, and at this point, I’m a little pissed. <br />
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<strong>Friday Afternoon:</strong> <br />
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Txt from Klein: Hey baby, you still mad at me?<br />
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Me: Hey baby I wasn’t mad you<br />
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Klein: Yes u were i had a rough night. I threw up real bad all of this worry and frequent upsets isn’t good for my stomach<br />
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Me: I’m sorry baby. You gotta lighten up. <strong>YOU</strong> are going to send yourself to an early grave. I wasn’t mad. You just have to learn how to communicate better. <strong>ESPECIALLY</strong> with the person you’re in a relationship with. All I needed was 5 mins out of your 24hr day. That was the point I was trying to make.<br />
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No response<br />
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<strong>Later Friday Night:</strong><br />
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Me: Where are you?<br />
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No response. <br />
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(<em>3 hours later</em>) Me: Baby seriously????? Are you at work?<br />
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So at this point, we hadn’t seen each other since Tuesday, and hadn’t had a conversation for more that a minute. As stated before, he’s a hop, skip and a jump away...not state or county lines, just a few blocks. In my mind, I’m like whatever. I mentally check out of all things Klein, and head to NYC Saturday morning to hang with PATT to party party party.<br />
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Before I make the drive: I get this text from him in the am: Hey I feel so bad my head is killing me <br />
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Errrrrk, what does that have to do with me trying to get in touch??? I decided not to respond...uhhh as noted mental break was in full effect. <br />
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(<em>side note: at some-pount on Friday his phone, got the good ole, you didn't pay your bill, all you can do is text, boot....hence all the text messages rather than calls from Friday on... end side notes</em>)<br />
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<strong><em>To be continued...</em></strong>DC DIVA DATING ADVENTUREShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00096885006866653953noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3790425594102997343.post-33519665756689036962010-06-01T16:28:00.000+01:002010-06-01T16:29:23.499+01:00This May Come As A Surprise...Last week was a rough week for Klein. He hadn’t been dealing with his mother’s illness very well. We talked a few times during the week, and one night he came back to DC to handle some stuff. He spent the night and we talked and played hokey pokey. He got up and left and called me later to tell me about her condition. Me being the exceptionally great person that I am (ok...well at least I think I am), I offered to drive 4 hours to a) support him and b) meet his mom, since she’s been asking him when she was going to meet me.<br /><br />He was shocked, floored & amazed. He told me how much that meant to him and laid on the compliments and praises the rest of the convo.<br /><br />I really didn’t know what to expect. You know, I mean, if it were the other way around, I’d want a friend to offer moral support. In fact I would do that for any of my close friends...I guess I didn’t quite understand the magnanimity of my actions, or rather what they meant to Klein.<br /><br /><br />He asked me to be his girlfriend.<br /><br />Oh and he dropped the L-bomb.DC DIVA DATING ADVENTUREShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00096885006866653953noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3790425594102997343.post-22939555231380007312010-05-25T08:54:00.001+01:002010-05-25T08:58:24.829+01:00I'm In...The Baby PoolPrelude to <strike>a kiss</strike> communication...<br /><br />So, I was kinda (key word kinda, ) wrong... bare with me as I explain. The biggest issue I had with Klein the last two weeks was communication, or lack there of. In the beginning everything was rainbows, cupcakes and sunshine, then all of a sudden, one day it was like Thundercats. I mean he went from calling me and following through, to me not even getting a return flair message.<br /><br />First problem (technically speaking strike 2)...so remember the whole debacle with his no show, and in the comments last week, I told you that his "excuse" was "falling asleep"? Well, we had a long convo, about communication. i.e. Just tell me, you can't come, aren't going to come, or have no intentions of coming (all puns a coincidence). He said he understood. We laid in bed & talked, yes that's all, fell asleep...then had our morning snuggle and both went about our weekend.<br /><br /><br />Then nothing for a few days. No calls, flair signals, nothing. Then it went downhill. We literally haven't seen each other for almost two weeks...which is weird, because we live a hop, skip, and a jump from each other.<br /><br /><br /><strong><em>Side Note</em>: It's 3:16AM, so I'm sure I'll wake up and read this and have a WTF was I trying to say moment...I'm baring it all :<em>End Side Note</em>.</strong><br /><br /><br />So last week, I tried to break it off via text...sue me, what else could I do, I tried calling him, and that wasn't working, seeing as how we were having "communication" problems. Upon receiving "break-up" text, he immediately and I do mean immediately called me back. We had a long talk, and I thought everything was going to be ok. (Mind you at that point, it was a week since we seen each other).<br /><br />Three days later...still nothing and by nothing. I mean, no seeing each other, no convos, no make up sex, text, s.o.s messages. I mean at this point, Mr. H was calling me and "checking" on me daily, which was driving me crazy, because he hasn't had the pleasure of sniffing my love muffin, and yet I couldn't even get a 140 character text from Klein.<br /><br /><br />So finally I was just like eff it. Went out with the chick friends...had fun, then 2:30am...the tequila hits me. (Did I mention I switched my signature drink for awhile??? Top shelf margarita's)<br /><br /><br />I made the the Drunk break-up call... (he didn't know I was drunk which I must say, I hid pretty well) I started the call with - "I can't do this anymore"....then I don't remember what I said after that, all I know is, we didn't quite "end".<br /><br /><br />Frustration resumed, then he finally calls me this evening. His mom is in intensive care.<br /><br />I'm there for him as much as he needs. He called me again, and I woke up to talk to him. I reassured him, that I will be there for him, he just has to let me, and I can't be there if I don't know what's going on. <strong>So now it's 3:40am and I am getting in the the pool. </strong><br /><strong></strong>DC DIVA DATING ADVENTUREShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00096885006866653953noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3790425594102997343.post-56546748925868165802010-05-20T14:30:00.002+01:002010-05-20T15:33:25.613+01:00One Foot In, One Foot Out<em><strong>Relationships are like peanut butter....sticky, chunky, fun to play with, unpredictable... - Diva</strong></em><br /><br />Klein & I are not in a relationship, but we’ve had our share of issues the last week or so. Initially, I was trying to distance myself from getting too involved. You know, have fun, make it a light spring/summer fling. Still hang out & do my thing...hmmm, my plan for ultimate one sided domination didn’t quite work out.<br /><br />It’s a case of girl meets boy, boy professes his love for girl, and girl is torn...that’s where it’s at right now.<br /><br />I have one foot in, and one foot out, debating on which way to go.<br /><br />Maybe I’m speaking in circles...but hell, I really don’t know what box to put him in yetDC DIVA DATING ADVENTUREShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00096885006866653953noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3790425594102997343.post-8905792408202867672010-05-10T18:36:00.005+01:002010-05-11T15:57:07.800+01:00No ShowThings were (keyword: were) pretty A-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ok</span> with Klein, until last night. We had our first issue last week but we managed to work through it...(i.e. late-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">ness</span> on his part). Well last night...he fucked a good thing up, and since summer is knocking on my door, all the more reason to write him off. We went from:<br /><br /><br /><ul><br /><li>Sex <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">at least</span> three-times a week</li><li>Spending the night...about three times a week</li><li>Hanging out...about three times a week</li><li>Conversations about him wanting me to meet his family</li><li>Him admitting to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Facebook</span> stalking me</li></ul><p>To me deleting his number. Last night, he was supposed to come over. He was a no-show. No call, no text, no e-mail, no show... he fucked up royally.</p><p></p><p>I'm back. </p><br /><br /><p></p>DC DIVA DATING ADVENTUREShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00096885006866653953noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3790425594102997343.post-88428616509342447032010-04-28T15:55:00.001+01:002010-04-28T15:57:16.126+01:00All GoodThings are good (really good) with the young one. So much so, that yes, he is more than a boy toy. He’s romantic, thoughtful, his “<strong>oral communication skills</strong>” = amazing. We are in a good place...and I like him.<br /><br />We even have corny nicknames for each other (I know...gag).<br /><br />So...the next step, to be determined. But right now, we are in a really good place.DC DIVA DATING ADVENTUREShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00096885006866653953noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3790425594102997343.post-48293692769280691592010-04-13T02:28:00.002+01:002010-04-13T02:30:49.993+01:00Atlanta, ExtremistHaving Fun...<br /><br />Klein and I have seen each other almost everyday in some shape or form. We've done everything from casual hanging with friends, to impromptu home visits, and talk/make-out time. No test-driving of the goods yet...He's a great guy as I've said before. The only thing that bothers me is his extremist religious views...I'm not exaggerating, he's not a bible thumper, trying to convert me type guy, however he thinks his religion is "the truth". Oh and he is trying to get me to stop eating bacon...and all things pork. I happen to like salami or a really good bacon blue-cheese burger...<br /><br /><strong><br />In Other News:</strong><br /><br />I'm going to Atlanta this weekend for a girls weekend. Hmmm, never been, don't really know what to expect.DC DIVA DATING ADVENTUREShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00096885006866653953noreply@blogger.com11