Addicted to Men

I never thought in a million years that I would be dating someone who is 31 years older than me...but I guess I should know to never say never. Although Old Man Benjamin & I aren't exclusive, we've been seeing a lot more of each other. Last night we went out to dinner and to this little jazz spot. The atmosphere and music were great, there was just one problem...I kept looking at other guys. There was this absolutely gorgeous trumpet player who was probably my age, who I was eyeing the whole night. I have a problem...I'm addicted to men...ok, maybe not addicted...wait I am. The first step to recognizing you have a problem is admitting it.

I LOVE MEN!

Ok, now that that's out the way. I realize what I need. I need someone who can hold my attention...because I have the attention span of a puppy or a small child. I need to be with and date someone, that when I am out with them, I don't care about anyone else or anything else around us at that moment. It's just me and him. I won't secretly check out the other hotter guys, because I will think he's the best thing since sliced bread...

I felt that way with Island Prince. When we went out, I can honestly say...I did NOT check out anyone else. Not once. And he didn't either.

Calls From the Dead

Mr. Henry called me tonight. On both of my lines from a number that looked familiar. I missed the calls. (Thank God I was on a date) Called it back because I thought it was someone else...he was using someone else's phone.... Why can't the dead stay dead???

Inquiring Minds...the Million Dollar Question

Last night Old Man Benjamin & I had a wonderful date (with the exception of bad food & an even worse movie). We started the night out going to an Independent movie theater to see a movie (Ashes...something) that was in subtitles. We both agreed the movie was horribly long, hard to follow and boring. We should have just walked out...but we stuck it out.

Afterwards we found ourselves at the restaurant P.O.W. and I took Island Prince and Willard to. I got a little nostalgic but kept my composure! The Old Man and I had a fairly long conversation. He said he was curious as to what I think about and what I want out of life, love, blah, blah, blah. I reiterated the fact that I'm not ready for a serious relationship and I like how things are slowly progressing with us. He then asked me the million dollar question. What do I think about HIM?

You could hear a pin drop. Whoa, I wasn't prepared for this question. I took a deep breath. "You don't have to answer if you don't want to" he said.

I took my time (an eternity to him). I took another deep breath and then proceeded to tell him why I like him.

After dinner we took a Pedi-cab (also know as a Rickshaw) back to his car. It was a little romantic…for a moment.

Subparsex

Subparsex (sub-par-sex) - Not measuring up to sexual standards of performance, value, or longevity

Saturday night, after going to my favorite lounge, I called Chris. He came over. Everything was sub-par. It left me wanting more...but not from him. I thought about the late Mr. Henry. As much as I dislike him...he rarely left me wanting more...then I added something else to my list (a short one) that I want in a guy.

#5. A great horizontal dancer, whose appetite for the "finer" things in life, matches my own appetite, leaving little to desire, but always wanting more..."disclaimer"...from him.

Nightmare on Hand Street

So the last few days have been quite interesting. I talked to "Cartoon Hands" aka "Carl". The first night he called me, it threw me off guard. I almost didn't know who he was. The conversation was brief, but he started displaying early signs of weirdness.

Carl: So do you remember me?

Me: Yes

Carl: Do you need me to send you some pictures?

Me: No, I remember you.

Carl: Well I am going to send you some. Do you have any?

Me: Uh, not on my phone, I really don't take pictures of myself with my camera phone.

Carl: Ok, well I'm going to send you some


He then proceeds to send me not 1, not 2, but FOUR pictures he took of himself with his camera phone at various angels, including one without his shirt. I forwarded them all to P.O.W. and P.A.T.T for "shits & giggles". Not because he was unattractive, in fact he's kind of cute. I just have a problem with someone I met in person, who was apparently sober, sending me 4 pictures of himself, when I didn't solicit him to. Also, it was a sign of (to me anyways) insecurity & narcissism.

P.O.W. told me I should have asked him to send me a picture of his hands!!!


Last night he called me; we had a normal conversation. But from the conversation, I realized that he's not my type. We are supposed to hang out this weekend...what to do, what to do? Maybe we should play football, with his hands he should be able to catch a boulder!


In Other News:

I talked to the Old Man everyday since Monday. P.A.T.T. seen his picture and said he doesn't look that old. Woo hoo. Maybe, just maybe...

Brian and I talked more about our upcoming trip in February. We have the date set and he doubled checked to make sure I was going to be "ok" that weekend...funny

Dirty Dancing

Last night was quite interesting and entertaining. After a great dinner at one of my favorite restaurants, I decided to go Salsa dancing. I knew Old Man Benjamin was going to be there, as we talked earlier and he told me that's where he'd be. He's pretty predictable, he goes Salsa dancing at least 4 times a week.

Before I can even walk into the door, this random guy stops me. He was cute, so I give him my number. When he's putting my number in his phone, I notice his hands. They are HUGE (not in a good way). They reminded me of embellished cartoon hands, kind of scary. Or maybe like the hands of those mascots except they did not match his body type or face...it was too late to take my number back...hmmm, is there a such thing as a hand disease?

So I get into the bar & see the Old Man dancing. He doesn't see me yet, so I sneak past him and go to the bar. I wanted to scope the scene a little, but too late; he spotted me! He was thrilled and surprised to see me. I wore these really tight pants (that showed all my curves) and an oversized off the shoulder shirt. He noticed. It was like it was his birthday all over again and I gave him the gift of Viagra!

We danced the night away. It was good. I actually had a great time. So confession...Old man Benjamin is growing on me. Here are some of the reasons why? (in no particular order)

1. He showers me with compliments
2. He's a great dancer (Salsa, Meringue, Bachata, Cha Cha, Reggae, Booty...he does it all!)
3. He has a zest for life
4. He's genuine. He'll call me in the morning to wish me a great day & tell me what a great time he had the night before & how great he thought I looked
5. He notices the little things. Like last night he noticed my earrings, and outfit, or he notices my hair, or something new he hasn't seen me wear before

In Other News:

Island Prince called me Sunday night. It was a short sweet conversation. I wonder what's going through his mind and why he's keeping the line of communication open, seeing as how he has baggage and he lives thousands of miles away? The only thing I can think of, other than our hot sexy times, is that its the "what if" factor. (another blog another time)

The Death of Mr. Henry

It is with nonchalant feelings that I announce the death of Mr. Henry (figuratively speaking) on Friday, October 17, 2008. Sometimes unmotivated and selfish, Mr. Henry, was never willing to go over & beyond for his friends, unless of course it directly benefited him.

Mr. Henry basically dug his own grave this week. On Monday I asked him for a favor. I told him I really needed his help on Saturday with something that came up at the last minute. In fact, I needed 10 people! (long story). He told me he’d think about it and asked me when I needed to know by. I told him as soon as possible. I also told him that I’d make it up to him; not that I should have to, but none the less I did.

I called him and e-mailed him almost everyday after Tuesday. I wanted to rub it in his face that Brian volunteered to help, but I didn’t. I awaited his return call. He never called, never sent a text, not even an e-mail. (Brian ended up helping me, as well as other people, including someone I met at the bar Friday night!)

This is where the jack-ass part of him comes in. As a friend (we’ve known each other for eight years) I expected him to help me out. Seeing as how the last few weeks when he wanted something I obliged him, even when it took all day (i.e. helping him shop for a new wardrobe). Granted he’d give me money, buy me something and take me out to dinner, I still gave him my time, when I had other things to do or guys in the line-up I could have seen. He would have been compensated for helping me on Saturday (which he was fully aware of), but he didn’t come through. So I had no choice but to kill him…for good.

Mr. Henry will only be missed for his sexual appetite in the bedroom. He didn’t have much to leave behind or divvy up, unless you count his borrowed camera, lacking bank account, or zest for laziness. He leaves behind a brother, a mother, and a father, who may miss his drunken phone calls at 2am…or not. R.I.P. Mr. Henry. R.I.P.

An Hour and a Half

Tonight was the night I allocated for taking care of business. Fortunately & unfortunately, I skipped out on the stuff I needed to do, but it was for a good cause! Chris and I talked for an hour and a half!!!! Talked. Actually talked, for a whole hour and a half!!! No texting, no e-mails...real live conversation! We talked about everything (except sex & why he didn't take advantage of the fact that, I was laying next to him, in cute tight short shorts, waiting for him to make a move).

Everything from the debates, to our families and background, to drive, ambition and motivation came up! I haven't had a conversation like that with anyone in the line-up in a long time. I guess the last person would have been Brian while we were in Miami, where we had no choice but to talk to each other!

I have a new found respect for Chris now. Interesting.

The Converted One Night Stand

One Night Stand- "a sexual encounter limited to a single occasion". It's no longer a one night stand if said parties continue to talk outside of the night of said hook-up. (i.e. texting, calls, e-mails, seeing each other) - my personal definition of the "converted one night stand"


Last night Chris came over to watch the debates. He sent me a disclaimer, that he'd have to stay over & wake up early for work. Now Chris lives maybe 15 minutes from me, so I know that was his way of saying, "Can I spend the Night". A confession about Chris...he is a converted one night stand. Yep. P.A.T.T. and I laugh about this. She says she loves how I "convert" the one night stand to mean something more. So I tell him ok without putting any limitations on it (i.e. no "sexo").

He gets in and we cuddle on the couch and watch the debates. Then we watch two hours of dry commentary. Through all of this we have a few conversations. I jokingly bet him something, and he says "I don't gamble...I'm a Christian". I retort, "But you fornicate"...ok dude, whatever. So we had a discussion about HIS beliefs about sex and how it's ok...funny. Not to get too serious, we end the night on a high note and joke about other stupid stuff.

We go to bed without incident. He holds me, doesn't try to have sex, and wakes up and leaves for work...interesting......

Slim Options

Tonight my options were hanging with the new guy or hanging with the old guy…Old Man Benjamin won out; he’s like Old Yeller, trusty, reliable, old…“woman’s” best friend. Anyways the reason why I opted for the old man is because I wasn’t really feeling the new guy “Andrew”.

I met Andrew this weekend at the karaoke bar. He’s young. Not just age wise, mentally as well. He’s 24, but I’d say he acts like a 19 year old boy who’s never been out of the house, never approached a woman or had an actual real conversation with a person!!!

He called me on Sunday and just sat there. So me, being the clever one, had to facilitate the conversation. I got off the phone with him 3 minutes later. I couldn’t take it!!! He sent me a few text messages about hanging out, but he was more indecisive about where to go than I am about picking out what shoes I’m going to wear…so I opted for old reliable.

Old Man Benjamin and I met up at a wine bar/restaurant & had dinner. We talked for over two hours about relationships, dating & randomness. I felt the need to drop the hint, that I’m “not looking for a boyfriend right now” just so he wouldn’t get any ideas. We had a good time; from there we went to the bookstore and just browsed & hung out. It was a simple, laid back kind of date…I enjoyed it.