"Vodka always gets me in trouble. I'm going to get a new friend, first name Malibu, last name unknown" - DC Diva
I understand why he's mad, it's kind of funny, in a "lol, that happened" sort of way. Or, that sounds like something "Diva" would do...ha ha. I mean, if a guy told me, what I told Tony, I'd say "DO YOU THINK I'M F'N STUPID"? So I know why he's mad....but, in MY defense, I took my "liquid sleep THERAPY" a few times...
Friday night I went to a friend's house party. Tony and I planned on going together, but he had to work. So when I was done, I called to tell him to meet me at my place, I was on my way home. He calls me at 12:42am to tell me he's on his way. I get in the house, text my friends to let them know I made it ok, and laid across my bed. I woke up at 5am. Oops. I did it again. I looked at my phone and had about a million missed calls from Tony and one from Mr. Henry. I knew he was probably asleep, but I texted and called anyways. He answered the phone.
Me: I'm soooooo sorry, I fell asleep and didn't hear the phone. Are you mad at me?
Tony: Yeah I'm mad
Me: I'm sorry, I swear I didn't hear the phone, I was drinking. I laid down to wait on you and passed out
Tony: I'll talk to you tomorrow
Saturday I felt really bad. I knew how it sounded, it's actually kinda FUNNY (to me), but he avoided all of my calls and text messages. Hmmm, see if I had lied and said "I LOST MY PHONE" that would have been wrong...but I guess more believable...I guess I'll tell a LITTLE white lie the next time.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Saturday, January 10, 2009
I Do, But I Don't. The Abyss
Relationship vs No Relationship
Everything including what happened last night/this morning, has had me thinking; from Mr. Henry, to the Old Man, to Tony, to my Jamaican friend… to comments (commenter’s), as to why I AM NOT ready for a relationship. I want one (EVENTUALLY), don’t get me wrong, but I DO NOT want the stuff (emotions) that goes with it…
The Diva’s Relationship Pro’s & Con’s
Pro’s
Sex at my disposal (Just kidding….no I am not)
Spending Quality Time with Someone I Care About (uhhh, I care about all (most) of the guys I date)
Stability (whatever that means)
Sharing ( you know, the long pillow talks, after sex are my favorite, it’s like you’re naked & you have nothing to hide…you’re vulnerable…or at least basking…)
Emotional Connection (uhhhh)
Romance (the kind that is in those movies Hollywood has tricked us into believing)
Con’s
Emotional Attachment (emotional insanity)
Not Being Able to Date or (heavily) Flirt with other Guys
Becoming Monotonous (Boring)
Settling Down (What if there’s something better?)
Not Ready (If 30 is the new 20, 29 is the new 19 right?)
I'm scared (seriously)
One doesn't outweigh the other. Am I missing something, is there something (someone) that will compel me to take the plunge?
Everything including what happened last night/this morning, has had me thinking; from Mr. Henry, to the Old Man, to Tony, to my Jamaican friend… to comments (commenter’s), as to why I AM NOT ready for a relationship. I want one (EVENTUALLY), don’t get me wrong, but I DO NOT want the stuff (emotions) that goes with it…
The Diva’s Relationship Pro’s & Con’s
Pro’s
Sex at my disposal (Just kidding….no I am not)
Spending Quality Time with Someone I Care About (uhhh, I care about all (most) of the guys I date)
Stability (whatever that means)
Sharing ( you know, the long pillow talks, after sex are my favorite, it’s like you’re naked & you have nothing to hide…you’re vulnerable…or at least basking…)
Emotional Connection (uhhhh)
Romance (the kind that is in those movies Hollywood has tricked us into believing)
Con’s
Emotional Attachment (emotional insanity)
Not Being Able to Date or (heavily) Flirt with other Guys
Becoming Monotonous (Boring)
Settling Down (What if there’s something better?)
Not Ready (If 30 is the new 20, 29 is the new 19 right?)
I'm scared (seriously)
One doesn't outweigh the other. Am I missing something, is there something (someone) that will compel me to take the plunge?
Friday, January 9, 2009
The Other Guy
So I’ve talked about Recycled Booty before. And I think recycling can be a good thing if done properly. Especially since guys make such a BIG deal about the NUMBER of men women sleep with, and assume/dream/wished, you’ve only had 3 sex partners in your whole life, one of which includes them. So we women, just recycle. It DOES NOT add to the number or notch on our belt, and we still get laid...everyone’s happy, we look like “Angels” who have only had X amount of sex partners, when really......(I won’t divulge all of OUR secrets)
In any case sometimes recycling can be a bad thing, and it just may be time to go out and get some NEW...(fill in the blank)
Recycled From Early Last Year
So if you haven’t figured it out, the recycled booty on Sunday was in fact Tony. Since then we have talked or texted almost everyday and I seen him briefly at an “artsy” thing Wednesday night. Last night and yesterday afternoon, he sends me various text messages before we have an interesting late night convo, after my date with the senior citizen (side note, it’s funny, when we go out, he NEVER uses his SENIOR DISCOUNT):
His Messages
1st text: Can I C U 2night?
2nd text (3 hrs later): I’m really into u
3rd text: Can I c u tonight
4th text: I want U to ride me until you CUM
My Responses:
1st response: I’ll call you later
2nd response: U are 2 cute!
3rd response: Maybe
4th response:
I tend not to respond to sexually LACED text messages and pictures of “Johnson’s”, unless I’m drunk, horny or drunk and horny...he got the point. We talk after I get home, and he basically says, it’s not about SEX and he really likes me and is really into me....CAUTION. STOP. DO NOT PASS GO. DO NOT COLLECT $200.00, GO STRAIGHT TO JAIL.
Ok maybe too dramatic, but, I don't believe him...I know my "lovin" has made a few propose after the fact, but for me it's TOO much TOO soon...like seriously, it's been 3 weeks? We haven't really had that many deep thought provoking conversations, dates, quality time...
In any case sometimes recycling can be a bad thing, and it just may be time to go out and get some NEW...(fill in the blank)
Recycled From Early Last Year
So if you haven’t figured it out, the recycled booty on Sunday was in fact Tony. Since then we have talked or texted almost everyday and I seen him briefly at an “artsy” thing Wednesday night. Last night and yesterday afternoon, he sends me various text messages before we have an interesting late night convo, after my date with the senior citizen (side note, it’s funny, when we go out, he NEVER uses his SENIOR DISCOUNT):
His Messages
1st text: Can I C U 2night?
2nd text (3 hrs later): I’m really into u
3rd text: Can I c u tonight
4th text: I want U to ride me until you CUM
My Responses:
1st response: I’ll call you later
2nd response: U are 2 cute!
3rd response: Maybe
4th response:
I tend not to respond to sexually LACED text messages and pictures of “Johnson’s”, unless I’m drunk, horny or drunk and horny...he got the point. We talk after I get home, and he basically says, it’s not about SEX and he really likes me and is really into me....CAUTION. STOP. DO NOT PASS GO. DO NOT COLLECT $200.00, GO STRAIGHT TO JAIL.
Ok maybe too dramatic, but, I don't believe him...I know my "lovin" has made a few propose after the fact, but for me it's TOO much TOO soon...like seriously, it's been 3 weeks? We haven't really had that many deep thought provoking conversations, dates, quality time...
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
Jamaica: Third Time's A...
So I made it back yesterday. They say, the third time is a charm, but mine was between Purgatory, Heaven and Hell, if I were Catholic. Don't get me wrong, it was relaxing, as I laid on the beach everyday, and even went on a date, but it was F'N boring this time. It wasn't the party on wheels fun that I had the first two times and have come to expect and enjoy. I guess a near drowning experience, lack of NYE Action, getting the 3rd degree by Customs and the lack of (fill in the blank) can do that to you...so I give it a:
3 for Fun
5 for Beach
7 for Food
10 for Friendliness
10 for Great Weather Everyday
I still love Jamaica, and will be back with Brian next month, so I have high hopes for the 4th time.
When I got back on US soil, I talked to a few people, including Old Man Benjamin, Tony & Mr. Henry...guess who came over and just left about 20 minutes ago???
3 for Fun
5 for Beach
7 for Food
10 for Friendliness
10 for Great Weather Everyday
I still love Jamaica, and will be back with Brian next month, so I have high hopes for the 4th time.
When I got back on US soil, I talked to a few people, including Old Man Benjamin, Tony & Mr. Henry...guess who came over and just left about 20 minutes ago???
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