I’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 )
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?
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.
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.
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...
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Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Friday, February 19, 2010
NOLA....THIS UNSENT E-MAIL, PRETTY MUCH SUMS IT UP....
After he sent me a text, and I responded with:
Glad Your ok. Deuces.
I meant it. Even after he responded to my text. He was permanently erased.
E-mail, Written, Never Sent:
You displayed the most inconsiderate, asinine behavior ever, and single handedly ruined my weekend. I get that you had to work on Friday, and you were "sick". But when I've had company in town, despite any odds or ill wills I was experiencing, I made sure they had a weekend to remember, or atleast put forth more effort than you displayed. I woke up on Sunday & you weren't there. No big deal. I figured you went back to a chick's room. But then to see that you packed, without so much as a note, or good-bye. That was seriously a slap in the face. I'm not your girl, and don't expect special treatment. But seriously. You just bounced, and send me a text like 8 hrs later??? That was fucking lame. Had you not mentioned me coming to NOLA, I never would have came. If you didn't really want me to come, you should have never suggested it. I pretty much was here by myself. If I wanted to spend my birthday weekend alone, I sure as fuck wouldn't have came to NOLA.
Update: The whole weekend wasn't that bad, I had fun 1 1/2 day
Update #2: And I had fun the day before I left at my b-day happy hour and salsa dancing with friends, afterwards
Glad Your ok. Deuces.
I meant it. Even after he responded to my text. He was permanently erased.
E-mail, Written, Never Sent:
You displayed the most inconsiderate, asinine behavior ever, and single handedly ruined my weekend. I get that you had to work on Friday, and you were "sick". But when I've had company in town, despite any odds or ill wills I was experiencing, I made sure they had a weekend to remember, or atleast put forth more effort than you displayed. I woke up on Sunday & you weren't there. No big deal. I figured you went back to a chick's room. But then to see that you packed, without so much as a note, or good-bye. That was seriously a slap in the face. I'm not your girl, and don't expect special treatment. But seriously. You just bounced, and send me a text like 8 hrs later??? That was fucking lame. Had you not mentioned me coming to NOLA, I never would have came. If you didn't really want me to come, you should have never suggested it. I pretty much was here by myself. If I wanted to spend my birthday weekend alone, I sure as fuck wouldn't have came to NOLA.
Update: The whole weekend wasn't that bad, I had fun 1 1/2 day
Update #2: And I had fun the day before I left at my b-day happy hour and salsa dancing with friends, afterwards
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
The Return....Not Quite...
One month of “M-I-A-ness” is coming to a close pretty soon. I have VERY good reasons as to why I took a break from the social network thing. But I’ll probably be back sometime next week with the full details on the demise of Mr. Henry, the Good, Bad & Ugly of my NOLA b-day, the re-appearance of the Old Man, the disappearance of Jason, and the bit on how old flames (namely Mr. Good on paper, a.ka. Carlos) reappear.
Thanks to those who checked to make sure I wasn’t laying in a ditch somewhere between Mississippi and Louisiana.
Luv ya too!
Thanks to those who checked to make sure I wasn’t laying in a ditch somewhere between Mississippi and Louisiana.
Luv ya too!
Monday, January 4, 2010
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!
"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!
Monday, December 28, 2009
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 fromingesting 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
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
In Other, Other News
The 30 club is sending my membership card in like 8 days. I’m getting a little excited. #neworleanshereicome
Thursday, January 8, 2009
"Sex-pectations"
To Accept or Not to Accept, That is the Question???
Ok. At first I didn’t feel the slightest conviction about ALL of the plans the Old Man had for my birthday, until I told a friend about him sending me to the Spa. Her response was that it was “too much”. After dinner the other night which was $100.00 (and the infamous card), and tonight’s plans for a comedy club ($$$), and tomorrow’s appointment at the spa (which by the way is $115.00), I feel like his “SEX-PECTATIONS” may be increasing... so now, I don’t know how to deal with all of this. I WANT TO BE SPOILED, but at the same time, I don’t want him thinking that it’s been almost a year, and it’s time for me to “give him some”, especially after lavishing so many gifts on me.
My Good Diva says to pay for the date tonight, but my BAD Diva says, it’s MY b-day week, and I DID NOT ask for ANY of these gifts, so to sit back and enjoy, and to keep my CHASITY BELT strapped tightly...
What to do, what to do?
Ok. At first I didn’t feel the slightest conviction about ALL of the plans the Old Man had for my birthday, until I told a friend about him sending me to the Spa. Her response was that it was “too much”. After dinner the other night which was $100.00 (and the infamous card), and tonight’s plans for a comedy club ($$$), and tomorrow’s appointment at the spa (which by the way is $115.00), I feel like his “SEX-PECTATIONS” may be increasing... so now, I don’t know how to deal with all of this. I WANT TO BE SPOILED, but at the same time, I don’t want him thinking that it’s been almost a year, and it’s time for me to “give him some”, especially after lavishing so many gifts on me.
My Good Diva says to pay for the date tonight, but my BAD Diva says, it’s MY b-day week, and I DID NOT ask for ANY of these gifts, so to sit back and enjoy, and to keep my CHASITY BELT strapped tightly...
What to do, what to do?
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Icing On The Cake (Update 2 of 2)...Is Birthday Booty In Store?
After Dinner
After dinner, the Old Man drives me home. By this time it’s about 10:30pm. I know although I don’t want to, I should be nice and invite him in:
Me: Do you want to come in for a MINUTE
Old Man: Of Course
(DAMN)
We get in, and I regulate his movements in my place by closing doors... NO visits to the champagne room. We sit on the couch and talk. I’m fingering my “new” necklace, and he asks to see it. I was cognizant of the fact that he was probably a little jealous or may have felt a little “outdone”, but I couldn’t hide my JOY, as the necklace is SO me. After about 20 minutes of conversation, the Old Man starts yawning, he’s closing his eyes...
Old Man: Baby, I’m tired and I’m sure you are too, we should go to bed
Me: Yeah, it’s getting late, what time is it?
Old Man: 11 something
Me: I don’t want you falling asleep on your way home, I’ll get your jacket
Old Man: It’s so cold and rainy out. I won’t fall asleep, but with the weather....it may get icy, and it’s so warm in here
(I’m not stupid...)
Me: Awe baby, you’ll have to be careful, well let me get up and get your stuff now.
After He Left
I call Tony. He sent me a text message earlier in the day saying he was thinking of me. I think he forgot it was my birthday, we talk for a minute, then I receive a call. I get it thinking it’s the Old Man telling me he made it home safely. Nope it’s Mr. Henry. He called me 3 times throughout the day. We talk for a minute, then the Old Man calls... I ended my birthday night, WITHOUT birthday booty...but the necklace was THE icing on the cake!
After dinner, the Old Man drives me home. By this time it’s about 10:30pm. I know although I don’t want to, I should be nice and invite him in:
Me: Do you want to come in for a MINUTE
Old Man: Of Course
(DAMN)
We get in, and I regulate his movements in my place by closing doors... NO visits to the champagne room. We sit on the couch and talk. I’m fingering my “new” necklace, and he asks to see it. I was cognizant of the fact that he was probably a little jealous or may have felt a little “outdone”, but I couldn’t hide my JOY, as the necklace is SO me. After about 20 minutes of conversation, the Old Man starts yawning, he’s closing his eyes...
Old Man: Baby, I’m tired and I’m sure you are too, we should go to bed
Me: Yeah, it’s getting late, what time is it?
Old Man: 11 something
Me: I don’t want you falling asleep on your way home, I’ll get your jacket
Old Man: It’s so cold and rainy out. I won’t fall asleep, but with the weather....it may get icy, and it’s so warm in here
(I’m not stupid...)
Me: Awe baby, you’ll have to be careful, well let me get up and get your stuff now.
After He Left
I call Tony. He sent me a text message earlier in the day saying he was thinking of me. I think he forgot it was my birthday, we talk for a minute, then I receive a call. I get it thinking it’s the Old Man telling me he made it home safely. Nope it’s Mr. Henry. He called me 3 times throughout the day. We talk for a minute, then the Old Man calls... I ended my birthday night, WITHOUT birthday booty...but the necklace was THE icing on the cake!
Icing On The Cake....Update 1 of 2
Dinner & Background
So last night, the plan was dinner with the Old Man. So I’m a little “lukewarm” or maybe tepid on him. Why? Because it’s the little things that he’s failing to do. Before I left for Jamaica, he was telling me ALL of these things and plans HE had for me for MY birthday. So shouldn’t his Geritol kick in at some point so he can make the plans? Mind you I NEVER asked him to take me to the Spa, or Dinner or anything else, so I SHOULD NOT have to be the one to make the reservations and calls. I told him where I wanted to eat at. He kept suggesting other places, reading off other names of restaurants, and I was like no, I want to eat HERE. Long story short, I had to make the reservation.
We get there just in time to see the belly dancer. So as we are watching the dancer hypnotize us with her shimmies and undulating circles, I give the Old Man a gift (on my b-day) that I got for him while I was in Jamaica. That’s a big step, as I didn’t buy too much for anyone else. He was surprised, and was like “wait, you’re giving me gifts on your birthday”? Yep, that’s how I roll...
Here’s The Icing On The Cake
I get up and excuse myself to go to the ladies room and low & behold, I run into the “Owner”, who I met in August or September at an event he was hosting...and HE REMEMBERED me!!! I was so surprised. We talk for a moment:
The Owner: You look great, how are you?
Me: I’m good thank you, wow, it’s been awhile, I’m surprised you remember me. It’s so good to see you.
The Owner: So is that your boyfriend?
Me: No, we are dating. It’s my birthday.
The Owner: It’s your birthday? Happy birthday (he gives me a hug). I have something for you.
He goes to the wall, a necklace is hanging as decoration. He takes it down and him and another person there put it around my neck. At this point I’m speechless. It was really beautiful, and it looks like it’s really from Morocco. After hugs later, I return to the table.
Me: Look, look what The Owner gave me
Old Man: He gave you that?
Me: Yes!!! Wow, my first gift, I’m so amazed he remembered me. We only met once. Isn’t it pretty?
Old Man: It’s nice.
He was pissed off but tried to hold it in! After dinner, he gives me a card. It feels kind of chunky, and I’m wondering what’s in it. I open it, and it reads:
“It’s your birthday! What do you say we put on some soft music.... (I open it, the inside reads...) and nothing else” - then the song “Let’s Get It On” starts playing.
I bust out laughing... to be continued
So last night, the plan was dinner with the Old Man. So I’m a little “lukewarm” or maybe tepid on him. Why? Because it’s the little things that he’s failing to do. Before I left for Jamaica, he was telling me ALL of these things and plans HE had for me for MY birthday. So shouldn’t his Geritol kick in at some point so he can make the plans? Mind you I NEVER asked him to take me to the Spa, or Dinner or anything else, so I SHOULD NOT have to be the one to make the reservations and calls. I told him where I wanted to eat at. He kept suggesting other places, reading off other names of restaurants, and I was like no, I want to eat HERE. Long story short, I had to make the reservation.
We get there just in time to see the belly dancer. So as we are watching the dancer hypnotize us with her shimmies and undulating circles, I give the Old Man a gift (on my b-day) that I got for him while I was in Jamaica. That’s a big step, as I didn’t buy too much for anyone else. He was surprised, and was like “wait, you’re giving me gifts on your birthday”? Yep, that’s how I roll...
Here’s The Icing On The Cake
I get up and excuse myself to go to the ladies room and low & behold, I run into the “Owner”, who I met in August or September at an event he was hosting...and HE REMEMBERED me!!! I was so surprised. We talk for a moment:
The Owner: You look great, how are you?
Me: I’m good thank you, wow, it’s been awhile, I’m surprised you remember me. It’s so good to see you.
The Owner: So is that your boyfriend?
Me: No, we are dating. It’s my birthday.
The Owner: It’s your birthday? Happy birthday (he gives me a hug). I have something for you.
He goes to the wall, a necklace is hanging as decoration. He takes it down and him and another person there put it around my neck. At this point I’m speechless. It was really beautiful, and it looks like it’s really from Morocco. After hugs later, I return to the table.
Me: Look, look what The Owner gave me
Old Man: He gave you that?
Me: Yes!!! Wow, my first gift, I’m so amazed he remembered me. We only met once. Isn’t it pretty?
Old Man: It’s nice.
He was pissed off but tried to hold it in! After dinner, he gives me a card. It feels kind of chunky, and I’m wondering what’s in it. I open it, and it reads:
“It’s your birthday! What do you say we put on some soft music.... (I open it, the inside reads...) and nothing else” - then the song “Let’s Get It On” starts playing.
I bust out laughing... to be continued
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
The BIG Day!
This morning (starting after mid-night!) I received a plethora of text messages, wake-up birthday calls and well wishes...so far, REALLY good. I’m tired, but HAPPY (although I’m at work). Surprised at some of the calls and text messages I received thus far. Today will be a great day! Happy Birthday to Me :) I'm so excited!!!
Monday, January 5, 2009
Pre-birthday (Part 2 of 2): To Sex Or Not To Sex?
As I've said before, I get excited about birthdays...last night was definitely the "pre-game". So my company arrived after a few conversations and text messages later... he walks in and we hug. He gives me one of those BIG, I missed you hugs.
Mystery Man: Hey sweetie, you look great
Me: Thank you, you caught me in my PJ's ( I actually don't really own PJ's)
Mystery Man: Those are your PJ's???? Wow. I like them. I can tell you were sun-kissed as well...
Me: (smiling) Thank you, I laid by the beach almost everyday.
We sit on the couch and chat for a minute, then I suggest watching one of my favorite movies.
Side-bar
We women know whether or not we are going to have sex as soon as we hang up the phone. Or the thought of having sex at least crosses our mind. So we take care to perform the "pre-company" rituals - you know, showering, shaving, waxing, whatever we need to do to get "ready"...so as I'm running around my house like a mad woman, trying to straighten things, shower, and do the "pregame" ritual, the thought of SEX did cross my mind. I didn't make my mind up, but I got excited at the thought of possibly "getting laid"; I also became conflicted and thought about the other "players" (mainly one) in the Line Up.
As he sets up the DVD player I make us drinks. A few minutes later I'm laying on him and we are about 30 minutes into the movie, he starts caressing me. At first he's rubbing my back, and I'm thinking to myself how long will it take for his hands to roam south.... a few minutes later, like clockwork, his hands go a little further down...right at the small of my back. I turn over and look at him, and laugh...
Me: You're funny
Him: What???
He kisses the inside of my arm, then his lips find mine and we passionately kiss for a few minutes. I turn back towards the movie...at this point I'm horny... and my GOOD Diva and BAD Diva are fighting...on one hand I haven't had sex since October and I really want some...on the other hand, we just started back talking and I didn't want to jump back into sex, and while I was away I was thinking I might give celibacy a shot...
A love scene comes on...I turn my face towards him. He stares at me, he kisses the inside of my arm again...we go back and forth for awhile, tugging at clothes and pants, grabbing, kissing...I stop him. At this point I was still kind of undecided, so I decided to test him...
Me: Do you have protection?
Him: No, I didn't come over here for that.
Me: Hmmmm
So I don't tell him right away that I have protection. In my mind, I'm still weighing the pros and cons and ...then he starts kissing me again, this time on the inside of my legs.... the bad Diva won...
Mystery Man: Hey sweetie, you look great
Me: Thank you, you caught me in my PJ's ( I actually don't really own PJ's)
Mystery Man: Those are your PJ's???? Wow. I like them. I can tell you were sun-kissed as well...
Me: (smiling) Thank you, I laid by the beach almost everyday.
We sit on the couch and chat for a minute, then I suggest watching one of my favorite movies.
Side-bar
We women know whether or not we are going to have sex as soon as we hang up the phone. Or the thought of having sex at least crosses our mind. So we take care to perform the "pre-company" rituals - you know, showering, shaving, waxing, whatever we need to do to get "ready"...so as I'm running around my house like a mad woman, trying to straighten things, shower, and do the "pregame" ritual, the thought of SEX did cross my mind. I didn't make my mind up, but I got excited at the thought of possibly "getting laid"; I also became conflicted and thought about the other "players" (mainly one) in the Line Up.
As he sets up the DVD player I make us drinks. A few minutes later I'm laying on him and we are about 30 minutes into the movie, he starts caressing me. At first he's rubbing my back, and I'm thinking to myself how long will it take for his hands to roam south.... a few minutes later, like clockwork, his hands go a little further down...right at the small of my back. I turn over and look at him, and laugh...
Me: You're funny
Him: What???
He kisses the inside of my arm, then his lips find mine and we passionately kiss for a few minutes. I turn back towards the movie...at this point I'm horny... and my GOOD Diva and BAD Diva are fighting...on one hand I haven't had sex since October and I really want some...on the other hand, we just started back talking and I didn't want to jump back into sex, and while I was away I was thinking I might give celibacy a shot...
A love scene comes on...I turn my face towards him. He stares at me, he kisses the inside of my arm again...we go back and forth for awhile, tugging at clothes and pants, grabbing, kissing...I stop him. At this point I was still kind of undecided, so I decided to test him...
Me: Do you have protection?
Him: No, I didn't come over here for that.
Me: Hmmmm
So I don't tell him right away that I have protection. In my mind, I'm still weighing the pros and cons and ...then he starts kissing me again, this time on the inside of my legs.... the bad Diva won...
Pre-birthday ... (Part 1 of 2)
I love celebrating birthdays...I don't know why, I guess because mine falls right after the holidays and as a child, I always got slighted on my b-day, be it snow, funds, or having to go back to school, I never seemed to get a b-day party, b-day presents, or b-day fun...so as of late (the last 8 years), I guess I have been trying to make up for it, hence the reason I am so excited about it right now...
The Old Man has been planning all kinds of birthday fun. He's just as excited about my birthday (maybe TOO excited) as I am. He said he's sending me to the Spa, we are going to a restaurant that I've been wanting to go to with Belly Dancers, he's planned some other things as well...one problem-o, or maybe two or three, I don't want to spend my WHOLE b-day week with him. I have a lot of options, and some of them, he doesn't necessarily fit into....point being, he doesn't like clubs, or going to clubs with the type of music I like to dance to. I know he will do it this week if I ask him to, but it will kind of put a cramp in my style....just a little bit. Plus....well....this may seem wrong....but.... I want to flirt and dance with OTHER guys. I don't want him to be all up under me the whole night....so, this MAY REALLY seem wrong, but I'm having a birthday party on Saturday, and did NOT invite him.
I thought about it, long and hard. I've mulled it over, slept on it, and decided not to tell him about it, although he's trying to make Saturday plans for me as I type this..... a bit of a problem here.....
In Other News
Last night Mr. Henry and I had one of our longest conversations since I killed him. He asked me about my trip, we talked about some other random stuff, and he asked me if I wanted to go out to a lounge tomorrow for my birthday (after my birthday dinner with "friends"). I told him, I'll let him know, that I have to go to work on Wednesday, and that I'm having a b-day party this weekend, so I may not go out tomorrow (actually I'm not sure how long me & the Old Man will be together, and don't want to rush dinner just to hang out with Mr. Henry)...he said he may come by the party to drop a gift off....not holding my breath on this one, he didn't show up last year and didn't even call me on the Big Day, which caused me to not talk to him for about a month or two....see the pattern here....that's why I SHOULD NOT deal with him....
My Jamaican friend also called me last night to make sure I made it back ok. He's a sweetheart, but I'm not a long distance type of girl, so, the calling, texting, and trying to keep in touch thing is going to get old REAL quick...especially since he's international, and calling rates are like $2.00 a minute...so we will NOT be talking, unless he calls me... I will admit, we had a nice date my last night there...from walking along the "Hip Strip" in Montego Bay, to relaxing at a little Jazz spot; it was a romantic, cute little date...
Part 2...to be continued
The Old Man has been planning all kinds of birthday fun. He's just as excited about my birthday (maybe TOO excited) as I am. He said he's sending me to the Spa, we are going to a restaurant that I've been wanting to go to with Belly Dancers, he's planned some other things as well...one problem-o, or maybe two or three, I don't want to spend my WHOLE b-day week with him. I have a lot of options, and some of them, he doesn't necessarily fit into....point being, he doesn't like clubs, or going to clubs with the type of music I like to dance to. I know he will do it this week if I ask him to, but it will kind of put a cramp in my style....just a little bit. Plus....well....this may seem wrong....but.... I want to flirt and dance with OTHER guys. I don't want him to be all up under me the whole night....so, this MAY REALLY seem wrong, but I'm having a birthday party on Saturday, and did NOT invite him.
I thought about it, long and hard. I've mulled it over, slept on it, and decided not to tell him about it, although he's trying to make Saturday plans for me as I type this..... a bit of a problem here.....
In Other News
Last night Mr. Henry and I had one of our longest conversations since I killed him. He asked me about my trip, we talked about some other random stuff, and he asked me if I wanted to go out to a lounge tomorrow for my birthday (after my birthday dinner with "friends"). I told him, I'll let him know, that I have to go to work on Wednesday, and that I'm having a b-day party this weekend, so I may not go out tomorrow (actually I'm not sure how long me & the Old Man will be together, and don't want to rush dinner just to hang out with Mr. Henry)...he said he may come by the party to drop a gift off....not holding my breath on this one, he didn't show up last year and didn't even call me on the Big Day, which caused me to not talk to him for about a month or two....see the pattern here....that's why I SHOULD NOT deal with him....
My Jamaican friend also called me last night to make sure I made it back ok. He's a sweetheart, but I'm not a long distance type of girl, so, the calling, texting, and trying to keep in touch thing is going to get old REAL quick...especially since he's international, and calling rates are like $2.00 a minute...so we will NOT be talking, unless he calls me... I will admit, we had a nice date my last night there...from walking along the "Hip Strip" in Montego Bay, to relaxing at a little Jazz spot; it was a romantic, cute little date...
Part 2...to be continued
Monday, December 22, 2008
All I Want For Christmas...
All I want for Christmas...is to get rid of this awful cold...
Six days from now, I will be in sunny, beautiful, Jamaica (for 7 days!) for a much needed vacation. This isn’t the trip with Brian in February...instead it’s a “Girls” vacation to ring in the New Year right!!! I’m so excited and am so trying to get rid of this cold/flu that has had me down for the last few days!!! Being sick, sucks major A.
The Old Man has tried to get my spirits up, but between work, the cold, dog sitting, and everything else, I haven’t been in the mood to see him. He gave me the disclaimer months ago that he doesn’t do Christmas and not to buy him anything...so I won’t. I’m not even sure if I even want to spend it with him (I won’t be going home). We have plans to see a movie or something tonight, but, I’m not sure what I want to do. Tony has called me a few times last week, saying how much he missed me, and he wants me to see him perform tonight... I may just say no to both of them and crawl in my bed...
In Other News
My birthday is coming up in two weeks. I started making plans on how I’m going to celebrate. The Party Girl, will fall off the wagon by this time I’m sure! Thus far I am celebrating at my favorite club/lounge. I sent the E-vite out on Friday. I contemplated on who to invite, and I decided to invite a lot of guys, including Mr. Henry (for shits & giggles), don’t ask me why, I don’t know...maybe I miss him, maybe I’m a glutton for punishment. I also invited Brian, Jason, John Q, the young boy and some other friends... I haven’t decided if I’m going to invite the Old man or Tony yet. I can invite one, but not both...
Six days from now, I will be in sunny, beautiful, Jamaica (for 7 days!) for a much needed vacation. This isn’t the trip with Brian in February...instead it’s a “Girls” vacation to ring in the New Year right!!! I’m so excited and am so trying to get rid of this cold/flu that has had me down for the last few days!!! Being sick, sucks major A.
The Old Man has tried to get my spirits up, but between work, the cold, dog sitting, and everything else, I haven’t been in the mood to see him. He gave me the disclaimer months ago that he doesn’t do Christmas and not to buy him anything...so I won’t. I’m not even sure if I even want to spend it with him (I won’t be going home). We have plans to see a movie or something tonight, but, I’m not sure what I want to do. Tony has called me a few times last week, saying how much he missed me, and he wants me to see him perform tonight... I may just say no to both of them and crawl in my bed...
In Other News
My birthday is coming up in two weeks. I started making plans on how I’m going to celebrate. The Party Girl, will fall off the wagon by this time I’m sure! Thus far I am celebrating at my favorite club/lounge. I sent the E-vite out on Friday. I contemplated on who to invite, and I decided to invite a lot of guys, including Mr. Henry (for shits & giggles), don’t ask me why, I don’t know...maybe I miss him, maybe I’m a glutton for punishment. I also invited Brian, Jason, John Q, the young boy and some other friends... I haven’t decided if I’m going to invite the Old man or Tony yet. I can invite one, but not both...
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