Revisiting The "O" & The Weekend

I've been revisiting the whole no-orgasm thing...


To start my weekend off tonight (remember, weekends start on Thursdays), Mr. Henry and I are hanging out. I started to think about the times I came close to getting the BIG ONE with him. For the most part, every close "O", was preceded by a fight. So that's it right!?! I should start a fight with him, so we can have wild make-up head board banging sex. I got nothing I'm mad about though... even when we had the whole "relationship" discussion last week, and he brought up us getting relationship counseling, cause I know how to push his buttons, and he pushes mine sometimes (uhhh, we aren't on that marriage trek)...it was kind of like whatever.

Like this whole on again, off again thing is getting old. We go through phases where one of is is into it more than the other, and right now, it's his phase. When he brought up the relationship counseling thing, images of balls & chains and wedding bells came to mind. Uh, isn't that for people who plan on getting married soon? Did I miss his memo on something. Me & Mr. Henry, relationship counseling???

In Other News:

Yesterday, it was good hearing from Island Prince. I think it's cute how he's trying to keep the lines of communication open (not on my $1.99 per minute International rate!). He tried to tell me about the protests that's going on in his country, re wages & France something or other, but a lot of it got lost in translation. Then we talked about the whole, "when are we going to see each other again thing".

Brian called (as expected...like clockwork). He asked me if I was mad about the whole strip club thing again (he brought it up on Monday). I told him no, but "our relationship isn't that serious, we don't talk about serious things". Then he tried to cover his tracks, and said, I never talk about guys I'm fucking (his words, not mine). He values our friendship & didn't mean it that way, blah, blah, blah. I changed the subject. We talked about his "orders", (he'll be in Louisiana, not Texas as expected) the going away shindig he's throwing and what we were going to do this weekend. Nothing concrete as I have "happy hour" plans on Friday and a work function Saturday morning. I temporarily restored his number.

This weekend I'm going to resurrect the aborted Mission. This time, I'll make sure my new buddy isn't as hot. He's got to be:
easy on the eyes (for sure)
able to hold his liquor (unlike that one Tool I met)
willing to bar, club & hop Country (passport a must)

The Follow-Up...

Continued...how the conversation started...

Me: The girl that you mentioned in passing, that you talked about wife-ing. You never talk about her, but you mention other girls. Why?

Brian: Probably cause our friendship isn't that serious. We don't talk about serious things. It's light. Like just cause I don't talk about her, doesn't mean I don't care about her. I talk about her with Mark.

Me: Is it because it's something that's so personal to you, you don't bring it up?

Brian: (Shrugs) You probably wouldn't believe anything I say about her, because of how you see me act with other girls, and you'd probably be like "yeah right". But your boys understand, and you don't have to explain anything.



The conversation kind of ended and we started talking about other stuff at that point. A rule I always live by is the don't ask, don't tell policy unless you really want to to know. When you do ask, be prepared for the answer & don't get mad, cause you asked. I think the thing that "bothered" me, was the whole part, re "our friendship isn't that serious".

Obviously, I looked at it differently, yeah, light and easy, but also, serious. Not in the relationship way BF/GF way, but IDK... not in the "just passing through" way either. When you spend so much time with someone, the way that we do/did, I guess I thought we were better friends... oh well. What can I say???

Moving on...


In Other News

I know, the last few posts, have been about Brian, ok a lot more than a few, but who's counting. It doesn't mean that the other guys don't exist, they just haven't existed as much... I need a new line-up...

I talked to Tony twice last week. Just conversations. He's still unemployed, still not doing much (nothing to be exact). It's sad, because he has an amazing natural talent, and he's not using it. He's waiting on bands to call him, and waiting on his "big break" but he's not marketing himself. He's not looking. Well how in the hell are they gonna find you?

The Old Man sent me a text and I didn't respond. I know we are going to eventually run into each other, cause he lives in the salsa bars, and eventually, I'm going to go salsa dancing...hmmmm

Chris & I texted back and forth a few days last week & talked on the phone once...nothing there. Like we say we are going to meet up for lunch, or sync our schedules one day. But I haven't made the effort, and neither has he. I guess the option is there if one of us wanted it...I really don't want it.

Mr. H and I are doing the same. I wonder, when will we "officially" stop.

F**k Mars, Men Are From Neptune...

I think the phrase, “Our friendship is not that serious”, is what set-off the “girl” emotions in me last night. Of course I didn’t cry, or throw a tantrum, or even better, throw my glass of wine upside his head. Instead, I sat cool, calm & collected in front of him, not displaying what was going through my mind, finished the conversation, polished off the drink, headed to the second bar, and went home...all without telling him anything. Nothing. But I didn’t really understand it...at the time.

I don’t think he meant it in a way as to say we are not friends...however, in the context of what we were talking about, it really hit me, how HE views the “friendship” and now I use the term "friendship" loosely, because I view friends differently. I mean...

How can you hang out with someone 3 to 4 days a week and the friendship isn’t “that serious”. How can you spend a weekend in Miami together, gallivant for 5 days to Jamaica with each other, and introduce to friends, family members, co-workers and fraternity brothers...and the friendship is deemed not that serious.

I never thought we were on the acquaintance level. And I know, I’m not a BFF or branded & bound to him through some social order. However, I thought we were friends...maybe not Bonnie & Clyde ride & die, but the friendship "term" Diva & Brian would have sufficed in it's own right. I guess I got confused, by the fact that I'm the first person he hangs out with to get the weekend started, or the fact that he's told me a few things in confidence or I've seen a "few things".

I've mentioned before in comments & posts, that he's probably not into me...in "that way". And I get that. I'm not mad about it. I just don't understand how he really views it.

To be continued....

The Start Of A Long Weekend...

As you know, my weekends start on Thursday (Wednesday if necessary). Thursday night I hung with Brian. He was out of town all week, got in Thursday and was leaving Friday morning at the butt crack of dawn; so we got our face time in. His roommate tagged along. Just a quick rundown of the night’s festivities, we went to a local bar by Brian’s house. His roommate & I shot pool, I won, then Brian & I were going to play, but he sunk the black ball in. Then we kinda just stood around and talked to people, clowned around etc. His roommate was flirting again. Let’s see, he tried to rub my hair, I moved his hand. He tried to touch my leg, I moved his hand. He asked me for a massage, I said no, and he asked me some other random questions...

It’s official, I’m charging this one to the game. I’m done with “them”. We left the bar, and I was trying to head home. They tricked me:

Brian: Where are you going.

Me: Home

Brian & Roomie: Why, it's still early, come with us

Me: No.

Brian: Don’t you want something to eat at this restaurant

Me: (hesitate)

Brian: Come on, stop being lame,

Roomie: You’re not the only one who has to go to work in the morning. We all gotta get up in the morning.

Me: You guys just ate.

Brian: I want something else though...I’m not really hungry, I’m just being greedy...

Me: I’ll come for a sec. It’s late...

We walk in the restaurant....and it’s a strip club. Ass Holes. They left that little tiny detail out! (I must say though, the place was very inconspicuous. Maybe it's cause the chicks had to wear pasties & underwear. I dunno.)

I left less than 5 minutes later.

Plans With Brian

So Brian and I have some tentative plans coming up. We are also trying to work in another trip. Friday the tentative plan is hanging out at the club all night and “dancing the night away”. Next week a concert and we are still trying to work out something in regards to another fun-filled, what happens there stays there vacation.

I’m trying to hang out with him as much as possible because......he’s moving. My best guy bud, who I have a crush on and sometimes fantasize about while I’m romping is MOVING all the way to Texas!!! I’m sad about it, because I don’t have anyone to replace him and yes....I will miss him.

Guess I’ll be putting out another ad for a work-out buddy, who likes to vacation with me, sleep in the same room, same bed, no touching, club, party, drink, and dance, and is sexy as hell.