Friday, October 31, 2008

Addicted to Men

I never thought in a million years that I would be dating someone who is 31 years older than me...but I guess I should know to never say never. Although Old Man Benjamin & I aren't exclusive, we've been seeing a lot more of each other. Last night we went out to dinner and to this little jazz spot. The atmosphere and music were great, there was just one problem...I kept looking at other guys. There was this absolutely gorgeous trumpet player who was probably my age, who I was eyeing the whole night. I have a problem...I'm addicted to men...ok, maybe not addicted...wait I am. The first step to recognizing you have a problem is admitting it.


Ok, now that that's out the way. I realize what I need. I need someone who can hold my attention...because I have the attention span of a puppy or a small child. I need to be with and date someone, that when I am out with them, I don't care about anyone else or anything else around us at that moment. It's just me and him. I won't secretly check out the other hotter guys, because I will think he's the best thing since sliced bread...

I felt that way with Island Prince. When we went out, I can honestly say...I did NOT check out anyone else. Not once. And he didn't either.

Calls From the Dead

Mr. Henry called me tonight. On both of my lines from a number that looked familiar. I missed the calls. (Thank God I was on a date) Called it back because I thought it was someone else...he was using someone else's phone.... Why can't the dead stay dead???

Monday, October 27, 2008

Inquiring Minds...the Million Dollar Question

Last night Old Man Benjamin & I had a wonderful date (with the exception of bad food & an even worse movie). We started the night out going to an Independent movie theater to see a movie (Ashes...something) that was in subtitles. We both agreed the movie was horribly long, hard to follow and boring. We should have just walked out...but we stuck it out.

Afterwards we found ourselves at the restaurant P.O.W. and I took Island Prince and Willard to. I got a little nostalgic but kept my composure! The Old Man and I had a fairly long conversation. He said he was curious as to what I think about and what I want out of life, love, blah, blah, blah. I reiterated the fact that I'm not ready for a serious relationship and I like how things are slowly progressing with us. He then asked me the million dollar question. What do I think about HIM?

You could hear a pin drop. Whoa, I wasn't prepared for this question. I took a deep breath. "You don't have to answer if you don't want to" he said.

I took my time (an eternity to him). I took another deep breath and then proceeded to tell him why I like him.

After dinner we took a Pedi-cab (also know as a Rickshaw) back to his car. It was a little romantic…for a moment.


Subparsex (sub-par-sex) - Not measuring up to sexual standards of performance, value, or longevity

Saturday night, after going to my favorite lounge, I called Chris. He came over. Everything was sub-par. It left me wanting more...but not from him. I thought about the late Mr. Henry. As much as I dislike him...he rarely left me wanting more...then I added something else to my list (a short one) that I want in a guy.

#5. A great horizontal dancer, whose appetite for the "finer" things in life, matches my own appetite, leaving little to desire, but always wanting more..."disclaimer"...from him.

Friday, October 24, 2008

Nightmare on Hand Street

So the last few days have been quite interesting. I talked to "Cartoon Hands" aka "Carl". The first night he called me, it threw me off guard. I almost didn't know who he was. The conversation was brief, but he started displaying early signs of weirdness.

Carl: So do you remember me?

Me: Yes

Carl: Do you need me to send you some pictures?

Me: No, I remember you.

Carl: Well I am going to send you some. Do you have any?

Me: Uh, not on my phone, I really don't take pictures of myself with my camera phone.

Carl: Ok, well I'm going to send you some

He then proceeds to send me not 1, not 2, but FOUR pictures he took of himself with his camera phone at various angels, including one without his shirt. I forwarded them all to P.O.W. and P.A.T.T for "shits & giggles". Not because he was unattractive, in fact he's kind of cute. I just have a problem with someone I met in person, who was apparently sober, sending me 4 pictures of himself, when I didn't solicit him to. Also, it was a sign of (to me anyways) insecurity & narcissism.

P.O.W. told me I should have asked him to send me a picture of his hands!!!

Last night he called me; we had a normal conversation. But from the conversation, I realized that he's not my type. We are supposed to hang out this weekend...what to do, what to do? Maybe we should play football, with his hands he should be able to catch a boulder!

In Other News:

I talked to the Old Man everyday since Monday. P.A.T.T. seen his picture and said he doesn't look that old. Woo hoo. Maybe, just maybe...

Brian and I talked more about our upcoming trip in February. We have the date set and he doubled checked to make sure I was going to be "ok" that weekend...funny

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Dirty Dancing

Last night was quite interesting and entertaining. After a great dinner at one of my favorite restaurants, I decided to go Salsa dancing. I knew Old Man Benjamin was going to be there, as we talked earlier and he told me that's where he'd be. He's pretty predictable, he goes Salsa dancing at least 4 times a week.

Before I can even walk into the door, this random guy stops me. He was cute, so I give him my number. When he's putting my number in his phone, I notice his hands. They are HUGE (not in a good way). They reminded me of embellished cartoon hands, kind of scary. Or maybe like the hands of those mascots except they did not match his body type or was too late to take my number back...hmmm, is there a such thing as a hand disease?

So I get into the bar & see the Old Man dancing. He doesn't see me yet, so I sneak past him and go to the bar. I wanted to scope the scene a little, but too late; he spotted me! He was thrilled and surprised to see me. I wore these really tight pants (that showed all my curves) and an oversized off the shoulder shirt. He noticed. It was like it was his birthday all over again and I gave him the gift of Viagra!

We danced the night away. It was good. I actually had a great time. So confession...Old man Benjamin is growing on me. Here are some of the reasons why? (in no particular order)

1. He showers me with compliments
2. He's a great dancer (Salsa, Meringue, Bachata, Cha Cha, Reggae, Booty...he does it all!)
3. He has a zest for life
4. He's genuine. He'll call me in the morning to wish me a great day & tell me what a great time he had the night before & how great he thought I looked
5. He notices the little things. Like last night he noticed my earrings, and outfit, or he notices my hair, or something new he hasn't seen me wear before

In Other News:

Island Prince called me Sunday night. It was a short sweet conversation. I wonder what's going through his mind and why he's keeping the line of communication open, seeing as how he has baggage and he lives thousands of miles away? The only thing I can think of, other than our hot sexy times, is that its the "what if" factor. (another blog another time)

Monday, October 20, 2008

The Death of Mr. Henry

It is with nonchalant feelings that I announce the death of Mr. Henry (figuratively speaking) on Friday, October 17, 2008. Sometimes unmotivated and selfish, Mr. Henry, was never willing to go over & beyond for his friends, unless of course it directly benefited him.

Mr. Henry basically dug his own grave this week. On Monday I asked him for a favor. I told him I really needed his help on Saturday with something that came up at the last minute. In fact, I needed 10 people! (long story). He told me he’d think about it and asked me when I needed to know by. I told him as soon as possible. I also told him that I’d make it up to him; not that I should have to, but none the less I did.

I called him and e-mailed him almost everyday after Tuesday. I wanted to rub it in his face that Brian volunteered to help, but I didn’t. I awaited his return call. He never called, never sent a text, not even an e-mail. (Brian ended up helping me, as well as other people, including someone I met at the bar Friday night!)

This is where the jack-ass part of him comes in. As a friend (we’ve known each other for eight years) I expected him to help me out. Seeing as how the last few weeks when he wanted something I obliged him, even when it took all day (i.e. helping him shop for a new wardrobe). Granted he’d give me money, buy me something and take me out to dinner, I still gave him my time, when I had other things to do or guys in the line-up I could have seen. He would have been compensated for helping me on Saturday (which he was fully aware of), but he didn’t come through. So I had no choice but to kill him…for good.

Mr. Henry will only be missed for his sexual appetite in the bedroom. He didn’t have much to leave behind or divvy up, unless you count his borrowed camera, lacking bank account, or zest for laziness. He leaves behind a brother, a mother, and a father, who may miss his drunken phone calls at 2am…or not. R.I.P. Mr. Henry. R.I.P.

Friday, October 17, 2008

An Hour and a Half

Tonight was the night I allocated for taking care of business. Fortunately & unfortunately, I skipped out on the stuff I needed to do, but it was for a good cause! Chris and I talked for an hour and a half!!!! Talked. Actually talked, for a whole hour and a half!!! No texting, no e-mails...real live conversation! We talked about everything (except sex & why he didn't take advantage of the fact that, I was laying next to him, in cute tight short shorts, waiting for him to make a move).

Everything from the debates, to our families and background, to drive, ambition and motivation came up! I haven't had a conversation like that with anyone in the line-up in a long time. I guess the last person would have been Brian while we were in Miami, where we had no choice but to talk to each other!

I have a new found respect for Chris now. Interesting.

Thursday, October 16, 2008

The Converted One Night Stand

One Night Stand- "a sexual encounter limited to a single occasion". It's no longer a one night stand if said parties continue to talk outside of the night of said hook-up. (i.e. texting, calls, e-mails, seeing each other) - my personal definition of the "converted one night stand"

Last night Chris came over to watch the debates. He sent me a disclaimer, that he'd have to stay over & wake up early for work. Now Chris lives maybe 15 minutes from me, so I know that was his way of saying, "Can I spend the Night". A confession about Chris...he is a converted one night stand. Yep. P.A.T.T. and I laugh about this. She says she loves how I "convert" the one night stand to mean something more. So I tell him ok without putting any limitations on it (i.e. no "sexo").

He gets in and we cuddle on the couch and watch the debates. Then we watch two hours of dry commentary. Through all of this we have a few conversations. I jokingly bet him something, and he says "I don't gamble...I'm a Christian". I retort, "But you fornicate"...ok dude, whatever. So we had a discussion about HIS beliefs about sex and how it's ok...funny. Not to get too serious, we end the night on a high note and joke about other stupid stuff.

We go to bed without incident. He holds me, doesn't try to have sex, and wakes up and leaves for work...interesting......

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Slim Options

Tonight my options were hanging with the new guy or hanging with the old guy…Old Man Benjamin won out; he’s like Old Yeller, trusty, reliable, old…“woman’s” best friend. Anyways the reason why I opted for the old man is because I wasn’t really feeling the new guy “Andrew”.

I met Andrew this weekend at the karaoke bar. He’s young. Not just age wise, mentally as well. He’s 24, but I’d say he acts like a 19 year old boy who’s never been out of the house, never approached a woman or had an actual real conversation with a person!!!

He called me on Sunday and just sat there. So me, being the clever one, had to facilitate the conversation. I got off the phone with him 3 minutes later. I couldn’t take it!!! He sent me a few text messages about hanging out, but he was more indecisive about where to go than I am about picking out what shoes I’m going to wear…so I opted for old reliable.

Old Man Benjamin and I met up at a wine bar/restaurant & had dinner. We talked for over two hours about relationships, dating & randomness. I felt the need to drop the hint, that I’m “not looking for a boyfriend right now” just so he wouldn’t get any ideas. We had a good time; from there we went to the bookstore and just browsed & hung out. It was a simple, laid back kind of date…I enjoyed it.

Monday, October 13, 2008

Sunday Confessions

Confession # 1

After spending most of the day shopping & hanging out with Mr. Henry, I managed to squeeze in a date with Latino Papi Alex. Yep, after I deleted his number, he continued to send me text messages until I responded. Last week we set up a date to meet, but I cancelled because I was with Mr. Henry all day.

Yesterday, we finally see each other after a few months. My choice is none other than pool again. We meet at the place we initially met each other. We shoot a few games then sit and talk. I like his personality. He loves to travel just as much as I do and he loves food!!! What a great combo! Food, traveling, & fun. We call it an early night after we make tentative plans to see each other again next Sunday. He walks me to my car and gives me a hug. I had fun.

Confession # 2

When Mr. Henry was over on Saturday I locked my phone. Why? Because a few years ago I caught him going through it. Brian, Chris & Old Man Benjamin & I had been sending text messages back & forth to each other most of the night. I'm not sure if he would do that now, but I didn't want to take any chances although most of them were innocent.

Confession # 3

Brian and I started planning another trip together. This time 4 days in sunny, beautiful, sexy Jamaica. We'll be staying in the same room again. I'm curious about how this will play out. I'm going to do better planning this time, unlike the Miami trip!!!

Saturday With Mr. Henry

Mr. Henry made up for missed face time on Friday. I pick him up and we head to my house. He wants to go out. I don't want to go, but he doesn't go out much, so I take one for the team. We catch a cab to our lounge of choice. He's being such a gentleman on this particular evening. He pays for us to get in, buys my drinks, and pays for dinner...hmmm...I know what we'll be doing all night and all morning!

While we're out, we talk about a lot of things. I think he's starting to feel like I use him for sex. He made a couple of comments about me making him feel cheap because I only call him when I'm horny. He said it jokingly, but he brought this up last week when I went to his place. He also brought it up again at breakfast the next day.

The thing is I enjoy his company; we have a history together, however, when I wanted to take it there with him a few years ago, he wasn't ready for a girlfriend or a relationship. He also told me he is scared of titles.

So yesterday when he asked me what he is to me, ( I was caught off guard a little) I said the first thing that came to mind..."you're my fwb".

Another Great Friday

I had another great Friday. I now live for Fridays!!! Despite being tired from my busy week, I wanted to hang out and be social. I started the night off hanging with friends at a karaoke bar. It was a blast! I didn't realize how much fun it would be. While I was there, Brian & I sent messages back & forth about meeting up. I left the bar & met him at my favorite lounge.

I don't know why I like hanging out with him. Half of the time, I'm flirting or am on the floor dancing with other guys. Maybe it's because we are so much alike. It's really weird. I really don't have a crush on him anymore either...I still think he's sexy, but that's it.

On my way home (in a cab) I made drunk calls to Mr. Henry, however we couldn't get it I went home super drunk & horny.

Thursday, October 9, 2008

The Strip Club...Again

Hmmm, so maybe I want to secretly be a stripper....or maybe I was a stripper in my past life. Or maybe there's not much to do on a Wednesday night...not sure. After six games of pool, my date and I found ourselves around the corner at the strip club. (same one I was at on Friday)

Rewind: I met this new guy Friday during my fabulous night of drinking & partying. Actually, I met him at the first lounge we went to. I didn't give him my personal number because he was being somewhat of a flirt (with everyone in the bar). I gave him my business card, which for me is code for "not sure about you, but here's my business card".

He e-mailed me Sunday, but I was pre-occupied with Mr. Henry Sunday, so I didn't respond till Monday. We'll call the new guy "Larry". So Larry & I talked on Monday. We had a fabulous conversation. We joked and laughed and talked about stupid stuff. Very light, open and honest.

After texting and sending a few e-mails back and forth yesterday, we agreed to meet up. My choice for the date was shooting pool (number 4 on my list).

We had a blast, I actually beat him at a game! So after two drinks, and six games, we find ourselves around the corner at the strip club. He was like a kid in the candy store. He didn't know what to do, where to look or who to tip; It was quite funny.

Surprisingly, I was my normal cool, calm & collected self...just kidding, I was a party on wheels!!! We left after about an hour (when all of our dollar bills ran out). Larry, walked me to my car, where we made out heavily, then he followed me home to make sure I made it safely. Hmmm, the verdict is still out on him.

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

My Semi-Date with Chris

Last night after a month of texting back and forth & cancelling dates ( I had to cancel Monday due to a bad hair day!), Chris & I finally saw each other again! I went to his place to catch the last hour of the debates. He has the quintessential bachelor's pad ....minimal! (but clean) His main piece of furniture is a pool table. I love it! I must admit, I was a little nervous getting out at his place. He stays in the hood...real hood. When I got there EMS trucks and like ten fire trucks were outside his front door! I may have to wear a bulletproof vest the next time I visit him!

We snuggled up on the couch and laughed & made stupid jokes about the debate. It was great. At one point we were holding hands, & he was laying on me...I have to admit, it was kind of nice...just chilling.

We made out a little....then his hand started to roam a little too south...I didn't mind, but I have my hands full with Mr. there's a new guy who may be joining the line-up!

I told him I had an early morning and I had to go. He walked me out & gave me a goodnight kiss. On my way home he sent me a message and said how great it was seeing me and we must do it again...hmmm, I think I'll take him up on that offer!

Monday, October 6, 2008

Sexy Sunday with Mr. Henry

So, I spent the whole day (and night) with Mr. Henry yesterday. We just hung, went to tons of stores, had lunch, and ended the night and morning at his place. (great night)

So let me rewind...we had some interesting conversations throughout the day.

Our conversations consisted of:

why me & Brian didn't hook up, and if I didn't have a visitor, would we have done it

Island Prince John, and how sexy he is, and how I'd go to see him if he wanted

Old Man Benjamin, & how he's too old for me, but I like flirting with him, and being somewhat of a tease

Why Mr. Henry has commitment problems

Mr. Henry and me, and how the sex is great and drum roll please....... the weird guy from the gym...

So, why did the weird guy come up? Well, low and behold, guess who I run into at Best Buy...yep. Tony.

It was interesting, quite interesting. We chatted for a minute.

Tony: Heyyyy, good to see you. Wow. I didn't recognize you. You look great! (huge grin)

Me: Thanks. You too.

Tony: Wow!!! What are you up to, who are you here with?

Me: Just hanging out with a friend, enjoying the weather

Tony: Boyfriend?

Me: No, just a friend

Tony: Where is he?

Me: Around here somewhere.

Tony: Wow, you look great! So different. Wow

Me: Uhhh, it's the hair... I've been in the gym...(I go to a different gym)

Tony: Yeah, I can tell!!!

F'in Fabulous Friday

I had a really, really great Friday. So, great, I almost want to repeat it every Friday! At first I wasn't going to go out, but I wanted to start working on getting my new line up. I started the night with happy hour drinks at a local lounge, went to a few more bars, actually went to a strip!!! That's where all the guys are...hmmm, it was quite interesting. I wonder if they have amateur night...just kidding...maybe...

Went to more clubs, but had a thought halfway through the drinking experience. I was horny...extremely horny. It's been awhile. (three weeks is a long time!) I call Mr. Henry.

Me: Where are you, I'm horny

Mr. Henry: Are you serious?

Me: Yes.

Mr. Henry: Are you sure you didn't have sex with 9 inches in Miami? (That's what he calls Brian...long story)

Me: Nothing happened

Mr. Henry: Ok, call me when you're on your way

Me: Don't go to sleep

Mr. Henry: I won't

Thursday, October 2, 2008

Another Date With The Old Man

So Benjamin & I went to the movies tonight. He was in his normal chipper mood. I guess if I were a cougar and had a hot stud on my arm, I would be a happy camper too!

He complimented me on my dress. I thought I'd give him something to look at! And he looked...a lot. He even tried to place his hand near my butt...hmmm, gramps was trying to be slick!

I actually had a good time. We talked & laughed about stupid stuff before the movie started. A few minutes into the movie, I lift up the arm of the chair and lay on him until it's over...

On our way home, he made it clear he wasn't ready for the night to end. He must have had a double dose of Ensure today! He gave me a kiss goodnight and said I could invite him in...I could, if only I didn't think of old spice, moth balls & prune juice...

Wednesday, October 1, 2008

Bored. Need New Line Up

I'm bored. I want a new starting line-up. At least five starters and a sixth man. Why? Because I want options. So, I think I'm going to work on that this weekend.

DJ called me. He wants me to go to Philly to see him for his birthday next week. We talked about this before, he made me promise. I obliged him...that was before he slobbered on my face. Now, I'm having second thoughts. If I go, I could potentially hate it, hate him and end up being really mean. Hmmm, I don't like breaking promises...this is one I may have to break.

Tonight, I have a date with the Old Man. Last night, when we were talking on the phone (I was a little tipsy), he kind of alluded to my "goodies" again. In a playful way. I'm not sure how I feel about that. I'm not the least bit sexually attracted to him. So why am I going on a date with him tonight? Because I'm bored.


I was feeling really nostalgic last night. I wanted to talk to my Island Prince...really bad. I don’t know why. It was like something came over me. I tried calling him but a French operator came on. I sent him an e-mail and sent his brother a text.

Island Prince e-mailed me back with his new number.

I called him, the conversation was short but sweet. He wanted to know when I was going to come and see him…anytime he wants. We couldn’t really talk because of the static and background noise, but…the few minutes satisfied my craving.