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.
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Monday, May 25, 2009
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
He Took It Like A Champ
Damn, the hardest thing I had to do this year, just happened about....uhhh 5 minutes ago. It was probably harder than standing in the ring with Laila Ali...but in the end, I feel lighter... and I think he took it like a champ....I think.
I didn't necessarily want to have the conversation over the phone, but I didn't want to do it in person either. He called me around 8 something, I was busy. I called him back around 10:30p, he said he had to call me back.
The conversation took about 11 minutes...I really didn't know what to say. Although I was playing the monologue in my head all day, when it came down to it, I forgot my lines, I was like a dear caught in headlights, getting ready to be someones dinner...so it just came out...not like I rehearsed it, but none-the-less, I think he got the point.
Round 1
Me: Uhhhhhh.
Old Man: You said you needed to talk
Me: Yes, about that...
Old Man: Just spill it
Me: (in my head: "SHIT"!): Well, I've been thinking about it lately, and Sunday solidified it, I want a relationship, but I'm not sure that's something you're ready for ( just a little white lie). I know this is pretty heavy, and loaded, and we probably should've had this conversation in person, but if I didn't say it now, I wouldn't have (true)
Old Man: Well we can still have it in person.
Me: No
(Round 1 Draw)
Round 2:
Me: Are you surprised?
Old Man: No, I knew this is what it was going to be about, either us being together or us being apart, and it's timing is perfect. We've been seeing each other for awhile now, and maybe it's time to progress, you're special to me
Me: Uhhh (speechless)
(Round 2, winner by a slim margin, the Old Man)
Round 3:
Me: I need my space
Old Man: OK? you need your space?
Me: Yes, I have a lot going on, and I haven't been myself, and I do want a relationship, I'm just not sure it would be right between us. So just give me some time to sort things out
Old Man: So do you want me to call you?
Me: No, I'll call you...
(Round 3, winner by a TKO....me!) Ok, maybe not really, but, I think he got the point. I'm free at last, free at last!!!
I didn't necessarily want to have the conversation over the phone, but I didn't want to do it in person either. He called me around 8 something, I was busy. I called him back around 10:30p, he said he had to call me back.
The conversation took about 11 minutes...I really didn't know what to say. Although I was playing the monologue in my head all day, when it came down to it, I forgot my lines, I was like a dear caught in headlights, getting ready to be someones dinner...so it just came out...not like I rehearsed it, but none-the-less, I think he got the point.
Round 1
Me: Uhhhhhh.
Old Man: You said you needed to talk
Me: Yes, about that...
Old Man: Just spill it
Me: (in my head: "SHIT"!): Well, I've been thinking about it lately, and Sunday solidified it, I want a relationship, but I'm not sure that's something you're ready for ( just a little white lie). I know this is pretty heavy, and loaded, and we probably should've had this conversation in person, but if I didn't say it now, I wouldn't have (true)
Old Man: Well we can still have it in person.
Me: No
(Round 1 Draw)
Round 2:
Me: Are you surprised?
Old Man: No, I knew this is what it was going to be about, either us being together or us being apart, and it's timing is perfect. We've been seeing each other for awhile now, and maybe it's time to progress, you're special to me
Me: Uhhh (speechless)
(Round 2, winner by a slim margin, the Old Man)
Round 3:
Me: I need my space
Old Man: OK? you need your space?
Me: Yes, I have a lot going on, and I haven't been myself, and I do want a relationship, I'm just not sure it would be right between us. So just give me some time to sort things out
Old Man: So do you want me to call you?
Me: No, I'll call you...
(Round 3, winner by a TKO....me!) Ok, maybe not really, but, I think he got the point. I'm free at last, free at last!!!
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Epiphany in the Shower
"Showers are where I come up with some of my greatest ideas." - Diva
So this morning as I was showering, I had an epiphany! I didn’t want to talk to any of the guys anymore. The guys being Mr. Henry, Tony & the Old Man. Before I lost my balls (figuratively speaking), I began making the moves. The first one on the list Tony.
Tony - Came over last night. As we were laying there having pillow talk, he asked me a question I absolutely despise. “So, why aren’t you in a relationship”. I mean I really, really hate that question. Maybe it’s the way a guy says it, or maybe it was the fact that he asked me after we fooled around, but it’s so loaded. It’s like he’s trying to figure me out or size me up. I wanted to retort, and say “cause you’re a manic depressive and I only like you for the sex”, but I didn’t. I gave him some b.s. answer and changed the subject. We talked awhile longer about him going to therapy, not working, (nor looking), and about other nonsense, then he left.
I know it’s not right, but I sent him a text this morning. 1) I knew he would be asleep, 2) I had to do it right then and there before I changed my mind 3) I wanted it to be the first thing he see’s when he gets up.
Mr. Henry was next. He doesn’t light my fire. That’s it. I like him, but I don’t wanna have sex with him anymore. I called him after I sent Tony a text.
Me: You up? Did you go to the gym?
Mr. Henry: Yeah, I woke up late, I’m gonna go tonight
Me: I decided I don’t want to have sex with you anymore because I want a relationship (lie), and I know you don’t want one (true), so I think we should just be friends. Don’t get me wrong the sex is good (not anymore), but it’s getting in the way.
Mr. Henry: You’re right, I’m not ready for that
Me: Good, but we can still be friends, ok, get ready for class, I gotta go
Last but not least...the Old Man. I called him, but I knew he was at work, and the conversation would be too loaded and he’d have a million f’n questions.
Me: Good Morning
Old Man: What? You called me? I can’t believe it, Kitten never calls me in the morning
Me: Yep, hell must have froze over
Old Man: You sound good, it is cold outside. How are you my dear?
Me: I’m good. We need to talk.
Old Man: About what?
Me: Relationships, us. I know you are at work, so tonight ok?
Old Man: Do you want to come to my place?
Me: No.
Old Man: Why?
Me: Because I don’t.
So that’s it, in a nutshell. No more romping with Tony or Mr. H, no more dating the Old Man. Just tired of them... In other news, I may be going on a date tonight with someone new...we’ll see how I feel.
So this morning as I was showering, I had an epiphany! I didn’t want to talk to any of the guys anymore. The guys being Mr. Henry, Tony & the Old Man. Before I lost my balls (figuratively speaking), I began making the moves. The first one on the list Tony.
Tony - Came over last night. As we were laying there having pillow talk, he asked me a question I absolutely despise. “So, why aren’t you in a relationship”. I mean I really, really hate that question. Maybe it’s the way a guy says it, or maybe it was the fact that he asked me after we fooled around, but it’s so loaded. It’s like he’s trying to figure me out or size me up. I wanted to retort, and say “cause you’re a manic depressive and I only like you for the sex”, but I didn’t. I gave him some b.s. answer and changed the subject. We talked awhile longer about him going to therapy, not working, (nor looking), and about other nonsense, then he left.
I know it’s not right, but I sent him a text this morning. 1) I knew he would be asleep, 2) I had to do it right then and there before I changed my mind 3) I wanted it to be the first thing he see’s when he gets up.
Mr. Henry was next. He doesn’t light my fire. That’s it. I like him, but I don’t wanna have sex with him anymore. I called him after I sent Tony a text.
Me: You up? Did you go to the gym?
Mr. Henry: Yeah, I woke up late, I’m gonna go tonight
Me: I decided I don’t want to have sex with you anymore because I want a relationship (lie), and I know you don’t want one (true), so I think we should just be friends. Don’t get me wrong the sex is good (not anymore), but it’s getting in the way.
Mr. Henry: You’re right, I’m not ready for that
Me: Good, but we can still be friends, ok, get ready for class, I gotta go
Last but not least...the Old Man. I called him, but I knew he was at work, and the conversation would be too loaded and he’d have a million f’n questions.
Me: Good Morning
Old Man: What? You called me? I can’t believe it, Kitten never calls me in the morning
Me: Yep, hell must have froze over
Old Man: You sound good, it is cold outside. How are you my dear?
Me: I’m good. We need to talk.
Old Man: About what?
Me: Relationships, us. I know you are at work, so tonight ok?
Old Man: Do you want to come to my place?
Me: No.
Old Man: Why?
Me: Because I don’t.
So that’s it, in a nutshell. No more romping with Tony or Mr. H, no more dating the Old Man. Just tired of them... In other news, I may be going on a date tonight with someone new...we’ll see how I feel.
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