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)

Mission Aborted

So Operation Replace Brian has been aborted. I can’t replace him. I can only get someone who is similar, maybe better (or worse), but not him. Last night we attempted to go out and just ended up at a pool hall. We chilled, drank, the normal...then it really hit me...he’s leaving. End of story. Period. Adios. Sayonara. Goodbye. He’ll be gone the next three weekends, then when he gets back, I will have just a few weeks before the plug is pulled. So to occupy the time, he somehow managed to have in my already busy schedule, I’m traveling more. New York this weekend, home the following weekend, Vegas & the Dominican this summer, and if I can squeeze another trip in to Jamaica...all the better. Maybe even a trip to see him...


In Other News:

Tool 1 & Tool 2 keep calling/texting me.

Tool 1 (James) sent a text: Hey, I haven’t heard from you since our date. How are you.
Me: Good. Busy. It’s just bad timing. Sorry

Tool 2 (JB) leaves me 5 minute messages, and sends me at the minimum three text a day. One in the morning, one in the afternoon, one at night, and a few random ones for the hell of it.

I’m thinking about just getting a new number altogether. It always seems someone calls/text from out the blue, that I don’t wanna talk to. Latino Papi Alex still sends me text messages from time to time. Tony text me last week, as well as the Old Man. POW kindly reminded me that I’ve had my number for almost 6 years...yeah, I think it’s time for a new number, although I have become quite attached to it!

Operation New Guy: I Forget What Day

Operation New Guy.....ehhh, not getting the quality....just the corny & pure torture. The one who had the most potential...Danny, well he’s lacking conversational skills. Actually, all of them are.

Monday night, was pure torture....I mean, forget water boarding, if you really want to torture someone, have them to talk to some of the Lame’s I’ve been meeting. The guy that said he wants to get a pedicure with me.... “JB”. He sent me a series of text messages Sunday & Monday. Since, he couldn’t seem to stop texting me, I told him to call me later on. Like clockwork, I received a call from him...madness.

First, he’s a bit of a stutterer. Actually, it’s more like he takes looooonnnng pauses and says the same thing over. What would normally be a 15 minute conversation, turned into 30 minutes of unadulterated torture. Aside from that, he’s another guy, who has never, ever, ever lived outside of Maryland. Moving from Baltimore to Rockville was the highlight of his 30 something years. And traveling. When I asked him if he likes to travel. He said "yeah, when I go to Chicago, I don't just go to the city, I go to the parts people don't tell you about." WTF?

Can I please meet someone with a passport and a few stamps......

Side Dish or Main Course?

I don’t even know where to begin. Ok, so last week, Brian was out of town. Great, right? I’d be able to catch-up on stuff, relax, stay in the house. Chill-out. Maybe catch a movie or something....yeah right! Everyday with the exception of one day, I was doing something.

Monday: Drinks & watching the NCAA game at a lounge
Tuesday: Speed Dating (no luck with that)
Wednesday: Nothing
Thursday: Happy Hour & helping my friend with an event afterwards
Friday: Dating Event & Club
Saturday: Three Bars/Clubs
Sunday: Brunch with Friends

Not to mention, throw in phone conversations here and there, and laundry...I was quite busy! In total, I met seven guys (including Danny & George), of which four already called. Operation Replace Brian, i.e. Operation New Guy is not going too bad. Out of the seven, there is one, thus far who has the most potential.

In Other News:

So Brian went home last week and to Vegas. There were a few times when I wanted to text him something funny that happened, but stopped myself...I missed him. I guess this weekend was a glimpse into what it will be like when he moves. The funny thing is, when I thought about it...before he left, we spent the last three/four weekends together. Then I really started to think about it...I only spend my weekends with guys I like or people I don’t mind being around. I ALMOST NEVER spent a Friday or Saturday night hanging with the Old Man, Mr. Henry, or Tony...almost never.

Sundays, yes. Monday-Wednesday, no problem. Thursdays maybe. But I almost always spent my Friday or Saturday with Brian or hanging with friends...

Weekdays = Side Dish
Weekends = Main Course

Operation New Guy: Day 3

I met this guy “Danny” last Saturday, when Brian & I were out. He was pretty cute from what I remember. The vodka goggles were put away. So anyways, “Danny” text me on Tuesday & yesterday. After developing slight digit finger carpal tunnel, I told him to call me. We had a pretty decent conversation. He’s a personal trainer. Home grown (from DC, MD, VA), early 30’s. He asked me what I had up for the weekend, read: not a formal date request. I told him I was busy today, but Saturday or Sunday were good. I’ll update you as we make progress. Right now, he has some cool points, sans for the constant texting, which Latino Papi Alex never grew out of.

Speaking of Latino Papi Alex, he sent me yet another text. I still haven’t responded. At first, I thought it was a lack of English/Spanish translation, but nope, all of his text messages are in English, with the exception of a “Mami” thrown in here or there. Speaking of Latino’s, I met another Papi Chulo, translation: cute Latino American. Actually, he’s a Puerto Rican Papi Chulo, “George”. Very, very cute. But get this...he works in my building!!!

I guess it’s inevitable. I spend about 25% of my time at work, so, well it’s only natural, right??? IDK

Anyways, his approach was way better than the security guard. After months of flirting, and helping with my Spanish (ok, not really, I retained like four words), George gave me his number on Wednesday, after inviting me to his upcoming show (he’s an aspiring Reggaeton singer/rapper or something). And he said: “You can call me anytime, 24 hours a day”!

Hmmm.

Operation New Guy: Day 1

"I went around the world and did seventeen guys in 2 and a half hours...beat that." - Diva


Really, it's not what you think! It was all in the name of my new Mission..."Operation Replace Brian"(ORB) before he leaves...get a new guy.

I went speed dating tonight, and it was actually fun. I mean of course it would be, because I have fun where-ever I go, but I was surprised. I went into it pretty optimistic, until I got the Memo that more guys were needed. Evidently, they got the Memo too, because there ended up being too many guys! And here I was, scared there were going to be too many ovaries in the room!!! The ratio of guys to women was way better than the club scene...

So overall, I give the atmosphere a 9.5, the organized staff a 9.5, and the ambiance a 10. The guys....well that's another story. I opted to go with one that had an "International" theme. Apparently, not anyone that was really "International" got the Memo. Or maybe everyone else wanted something "different" too. I met guys from Egypt, Uzbekistan, South Korea, and the other 14...pretty much home grown.

Out of the seventeen guys, there were two & a possible. I mean really, when you have four minutes to determine whether or not you want to give someone a chance, you don't have much to go on, so I will confess, my criteria was pretty much based on looks, and attraction. And well...like I said two & a possible, I might be able to squeeze two more, so five tops!

Would I do it again...yes, it was fun, something different...and lets face it...it's Tuesday...I didn't have anything to lose!

All in a days work!

The Crush

Slap Some Sense Into Me

I’m crushing hard...really hard. Had the typical weekend of hanging out with Brian & P.A.T.T Friday & Brian Saturday night. Fun as usual. I won’t bore you with the typical details, except Saturday, Brian & I had some really good convo’s. Here’s the highlight:

1. We made a bet on the NCAA Championship winner (Go State), the terms & conditions include money & a little humor, but, all in fun! (i.e. Brian wants me to give him his money, should he win, in one dollar bills. He also wants me to count them out to him... Me, I want him to frame my crisp bill, sign it, and write a letter saying how great I am!)

2. I won’t hold my breath, but he may be able to get me a tour, of a highly secured area. I can’t say yet, the Feds may be on to us! Oh, and his Mom & daughter would go with us...uhhhh, meet the Mom???

3. He called me yesterday to see what I was doing, I didn’t disclose the fact that I was having lunch with Mr. Henry, just replied out & about. I think he wanted me to meet him in Georgetown...


Tomorrow, Operation New Guy starts. I’m going to a singles dating event, so I’ll update you with the juicy/not so juicy details. I really feel like I need to find another male to occupy my time besides Brian. Let’s hope the covert operation goes according to plan!!!