Barely Legal, The New Black???

When he asked for my number, I had no idea, he just got off the tit. I guess I assume most guys that approach me (with the exception of really really old men) are my age. So I didn’t even think about asking him how old he was. It came out after our first conversation.



SIDE NOTE: Is it just me, or are the young one’s getting more gutsy with the whole cougar movement? I mean, I’m no cougar, but this little boy/older woman thing could be getting out of hand in 5....4...3...2 :END SIDE NOTE


In his defense he thought I was his age. So yeaaa for me, I look like a pretty young thing! Anyways. We went on a date, and lets just say, he’s adorable. Like, I remember when I was a fresh faced young thing, and thought I knew everything. Ahhh the good ole days. His name will be "Klein" (it means tiny in German)

"Klein" was a perfect gentleman. He tried to put on his big boy game.

We indulged in food, a romantic walk, and surprise flowers (it’s been a year since I got flowers, I thought it was a cute gesture)

Now the question is, can I look past the almost 8 year age difference? Let’s be real, while "Klein" was partaking in milk and after-school specials, I was partaking in adult beverages and “adult activities’. Maybe he will make a good boy toy for the spring/summer.

Speaking of the spring, it brings out the masses. Sunday afternoon, this off-duty officer, put his old man mack-game down. Actually, I don’t know how old he is, but I am assuming, that the sprinkle of gray, and divorce status puts him in his 40’s. Fingers crossed, that I’m right. I can’t go back to dating old men. I need to put age caps on these guys.


You need to be this tall to ride this ride.


P.S. I almost forgot, while I was out with kiddie care, my cell was in my clutch. Somehow it accidentally dialed Jason. He called me back twice, but for obvious reasons I didn’t answer. We haven’t really talked since his whole PMS attack.

P.S.S. My new addiction is this right here. Basically, choose your city, & get hooked. Oh & kickboxing is going to be my other part-time lover...

P.S.S.S. Mr. H and I went to dinner & Target last night. A typical Mr. H & Diva hang out thing, sans the sex. He did drop hints that he was feeling a little randy...he's banned from my cookie jar for the rest of his life.

Update: NYE, NOLA, & Randomness

Woooowwww. 2010 is already bringing out some randomness. So, I'm at home, suffering the wrath that is mi familia, wishing I could teleport myself somewhere. And guess who sends me a text??? The Old Man. The last-time he actually contacted me was about 8 months ago. So needless to say I was quite surprised. One simple line:

"I miss my kitten. Happy New Year "

The kitten, he's referring to, yep you guessed it...


Other randomness going on in no particular order:

7. Before I left, Devin & I went to The Roots concert. Good-times.

6. NYE with POW. One word. Adventure. So we really didn't have any plans. Actually, my plan was to stay home and sleep. But POW convinced me to go out. So we get out. Listen to a band, see some randomness, then get some late night breakfast. We try to leave.....and the car breaks down. Let me rephrase that. The car breaks down, on New Years Eve, and it's like 10 degrees outside....and the adventure went down from there....I'll let POW tell you the rest. I'm still trying to recover.

5. I have only been home for 4.1 days and I was ready to go on day 2.

4. I'm having a little birthday thing when I get back to the city, then I promptly leave out again for New Orleans

3. The end of Mr. Henry....he called me to assess how mad I was, by pretending nothing ever happened. Don't worry, the rest of that is coming.

2. Island Prince John called me and asked me to come visit him for Carnival.

1. The NOLA plan: So Brian lives about an hour away from NOLA. We are splitting a hotel for the weekend, so we don't have to drive back and forth. Right now, the plan is no plan. Just hang out, drink, and have fun.....T-minus 3 days to NOLA. T-minus 2 till the BIG 3-0!

8 Days, 12 hours, Or Something Like That....

Post-Holiday Update: Last Weeks Date


Actually my holiday really hasn’t started quite yet. Before I give you the goods on Mr. H, I forgot to tell you about my date last week. It was ok...maybe that’s why I forgot to mention it. Nothing exciting. Just drinks with Chris. Remember him??? Yeah, I know, it’s been awhile. We keep in touch periodically, but nothing worth mentioning in general. No sex, no romance, nothing worth jumping up and down about. He’s nice enough, just no chemistry.

Our date was kinda like running into an old college friend, and then saying, “hey we should have drinks sometime”...but then you go & have drinks, and wish you could take it back. Something like that....


In Other News

Jason & I played phone tag one day last week. He left me a cute little poem on my voice-mail. Actually it was super corny, but I loved it! I wish I could play it for you, cause as soon as I heard it, I died from ingesting too much air laughter. Jason is such a sweetheart. He’s at home, so we haven’t hung out, but it was nice talking to him.


In Other, Other News

The 30 club is sending my membership card in like 8 days. I’m getting a little excited. #neworleanshereicome

Late Night Quickie Update:Snowed In With Mr. H

Well not snowed in yet, but close. He's asleep and I'm wide awake. Sigh. I know I've been MIA, but work & life and more work had me tired the last few weeks. It's almost over...

So here's 3 quickies in no particular order.

1. Mr. H & I have been spending a lot of time together lately. He spent the night three times this week, and I spent the night at his place once. I'm not ready to do the relationship talk thing, I'm in chill mode. We've been down this raod & quite frankly, I like where we are at right now...although there is one thing I haven't told him, which is...

2. I'm going to New Orleans to party with Brian my birthday weekend...at this point, no one else is going.

3. Miss you guys too!!!

60 days...

I can’t believe it! Two months until I officially leave behind my twenties. I’ve been feeling a little bit excited, nostalgic, and moody about it all. Actually, the age, rather word thirty, doesn’t quite scare me, as I don’t look a day over 25! However, the looming day ahead, has me analyzing my life and all of the things I have done, and haven’t done for that matter. I’ll admit, I have been somewhat of a slacker the last few years as it pertains to working, my career, and long-term life goals. I put a lot of that aside for partying and traveling the last few years. I do not regret it. Let me repeat that. I do not regret it.

The only thing I wish I was better at is saving, which I plan on being more diligent about. But well the partying and drinking, ehhh, I’m still in my twenties, and for me your 20’s (and ahem early thirties) are for partying and figuring life out. Maybe I’m pushing it a little, but you can’t change my mind on that.

I recently got back into the gym, because I want to bring in thirty with a BIG fabulous party and little sexy party dress, so I am cutting down on my extracurricular activities of vodka. Well I already started cutting down. Besides, I’ve been getting a bit bored lately with going out. I ventured out Wednesday night & last night, and have plans for tonight, but am thinking of “chilling”.

Speaking of “chilling”, guess who called me last night? (ok, not really related) The news broke on twitter first. Brian. I was in the shower and heard my phone. I thought it was a chick friend of mine calling me because I hadn’t made it to the watering hole yet. Instead it was him. I deleted his number in September because, our last conversation left me on the fence about our “friendship” ever being the same. Needless to say, I didn’t e-mail or call him, and lo-and behold, a missed call from his area code.

Speaking of out the blue calls/texts/flair messages and I miss you letters, I’ve been receiving quite a few of those lately. What is it with past flings re-surfacing? The saying holds true. "You never miss a good thing until it’s gone."

The Wagon

5 Glasses of Red Wine
1 Shot

That’s how I fell off the wagon after 17 and a half days. Oh well. Now that I’m off. I’m going to happy hour again tonight.

I have something else to tell you. I feel like I’m robbing the cradle. More on that later.

Somewhat Sober Now

I have no idea what I was trying to blog about last night. I don’t know who the “client” is. Seriously. I was three sheets to the wind. But Brian’s roomy WAS “thirsty”. He tried to talk to me, then he tried to talk to PATT, then he tried to talk to me. Seriously dude???

I had so much fun last night, I’ll probably be suffering all day. I didn’t get home till after 4am, knowing I had to get up & go to work. Somehow, Brian & Roomy talked me into hanging at their place after the club. I ended up fixing myself an omelet (no I did not cook for their “hungry asses”) and waited for PATT. I don’t know how we got split up, but she saved the day and took me home.

T-minus 6 days until Brian’s departure. He invited me to go to Louisiana to visit him and hang for the Essence fest in two weeks.

MIA: Why Didn’t You Call The Cops???

So, last week was quite busy with work...at least more so, than the last few months. Although I didn’t have much personal time for myself, I still managed to squeeze in a few sexy days of fun...

5. Friday night, Brian finally got back into town. We met up & hung out for a little. It wasn’t a party on wheels, but it was cool. He officially has 10 days left...

4. After I finished hanging with Brian, Mr. Henry met me downtown and we took a cab back to my place. He ended up spending the night Friday and Saturday. We had lots and lots of practice. Since I’ve been obsessed with the big O, I’ve been a big horn dog...trying to get it in whenever I can. Saturday, while Mr. Henry was over, Tony text’d me & asked to come over...funny...

3. Saturday night’s “verbal” session with Mr. H, was amazing...still no O though... well maybe it was a mini O...we talked about it. Probably TMI, but he likes sucking my toes...and well that’s not a big turn on for me...but he loves it...

2. I met this cool guy Friday night. He’s a baby!!!! Ok, like almost 5 years younger. We have a date tomorrow for drinks...

1. I’m still coming up with things I want to do in the next 7 months, before I hit the Big 3-0. The cool thing is, I’ve done a lot, and well some stuff just won’t happen in 7 months.... but I think I’m going to try to squeeze in another trip in addition to the Vegas & D.R. trips...somewhere sexy, for sexy fun times...

Diva's Pre-Dirty Thirty List

Hmmm, gosh in less than 7 months, I'll be the big 3-0, the big "durty 30". I will admit, I've done a lot. A LOT. But I still want to be a little reckless (safely of course). Like what else can I do as a rebel diva? Well here's what I've done thus far....

10. Went to a nude beach...nothing like walking around naked...

9. Entered a wet t-shirt contest two years ago....kinda funny, since I'm not "busty" at all. I won 2nd place....a bottle of rum!!!!

8. Did a little dance on the stage in Jamaica...and on the bar...

7. Lived in London for 4 months for a study abroad...sprung my ankle the 3rd night there...

6. Had a mud bath...literally sat in a tub of mud in California with P.A.T.T., we felt kinda weird...

5. Entered a pj contest, for most "virginal" pj's...two years in a row...

4. Had sex in the parking lot of a Meijers in my truck....Meijer's is like the super Wal-mart of the north Mid-west

3. Karaoke...that was pretty horrid, seeing as I can't sing...

2. Traveled

1. A lot more that wouldn't fit in this post....lol




So I guess I need to make a list of things to do, before I turn 30??? Less than 7 and counting. What do you want to do that you haven't done???

If 30 is...

If 30 is the new 20. What's 28?

Ok, the last two nights I've been out partying. Thursday night I hung out with Brian. We hadn't hung out in awhile, so it was a nice change. After we finalized our plans for our upcoming trip in February (Jamaica, Jamaica!) we went to this lounge that is the "place to be", if you are into the seen and be seen crowd. Although that's not really me, I always have fun...Thursday night was no exception.

Since I drove, I kept my drinking to a minimum (1 glass wine, 1 vodka & cran at Brian's), which is generally hard for me. The solution: leave credit/debit card in car or at home. Take a certain amount and once that's gone...it's gone.

Sometimes when I go out with Brian it's hard to meet other guys because they aren't sure if we are together or not...so I split for awhile. On my mission to search out hot guys I ran into this guy, John Q, I used to work with at a previous job. HOT, HOT, HOT! He's the quintessential good guy, with a mysterious secret life you want to know about. At work he's a suit and tie guy, extremely nice, well liked, smart.

Well, I seen a different, sexier side of him Thursday. I like!!! I had a crush on him, when we were working together. I never told him (or anyone else) because 1) we were co-workers and 2) he had a girlfriend at the time. But now...I think he's fair game. I heard he's single again!!! Hmmmm

For the most part, I was good on Thursday. I met another (and I mean this in all kindness) young guy. What is it with me meeting 23 year olds??? We danced & hung out for a second, but I could tell what was on his mind...it was on mine too...but not with him.

Friday. Ahhhh, too much to tell, but I will say this. I'm going to stop partying...I mean it this time, really I do. I went out with friends, and ended up:

1) using the same pick-up line three times (three different guys), it works! Trust me!
2) someone from my night of partying two weeks ago, recognized me, "Hey aren't you that girl.... "Uh no, that was my twin sister Victoria" ....(Damn, I need to go to obscure spots)
3) not sure if I drunk dialed or drunk text messaged anyone, because I lost my phone
4) woke up at 6:30am...(why do I wake up early when I drink???)
5) drunk more than I intended to drink (damn open bars get you in trouble!)

So my pledge is to stop partying...yep. Starting tonight (salsa dancing doesn't count).