I've done some thinking and reflecting today. Last time that Band Boy and I hung out, I asked him what he was thinking about all of this. He told me that he is happy with how things are going and that he wants to take things slowly to make sure that it's right. He doesn't want us to go headfirst into this and it be wrong next week. I get it. He's scared. I hurt him. I knew going back into this that there would be questions. I just didn't know there would be so much question from him. It makes me ALMOST second guess things myself, because I don't want to go back into this and get hurt this time. I want to go back into this and for it to work. I know that it's right. I know that he is who makes me happy and gives me those butterflies. I have feelings for him that I have never had before him or since him. I guess I just have to put faith in the fact that I know how I feel and that this is right.
What do you think? Should I just take a step back and relax? Do I give up now? I'm no good at this dating stuff.
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Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Monday, January 10, 2011
The Bachelor
I don't know if I should be flattered or offended that someone told me that I should apply to be on The Bachelor. When I asked them why, and they said, "Because you'd be cute on there!"
This would be flattery:
Emily. She is so cute and seems sweet. And she has such a touching story. On the other hand, this would be offensive:
Fangs. Enough said.
Was it her birthday? How old did she turn again? Just curious.
All in all. I don't think it's for me.
This would be flattery:
All in all. I don't think it's for me.
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Hopeful
I've been seeing Band Boy again. Remember this guy? Well, he's fantastic. I wouldn't say that I made a mistake by breaking up with him. Things have been pretty good since we've been seeing each other. NYE fiasco aside. I love him. There is a feeling when I am with him, that I have never had with anyone else besides him. I am fully prepared to deal with some "crap" from other people with wanting to be with him again. I know that there will be questions and maybe even some harsh words. It's worth it to me to get to be with him. I got an unexpected nice message from his Mom on facebook.
"I saw where you were going to attend. Look forward to seeing you."
This is about the band's CD Release Party that they are having this month. I responded and let her know that I will indeed be attending and that I am looking forward to seeing her, too. It's amazing how one short, but pleasant message made me feel. I was so happy that her message wasn't anything harsh. I am hopeful for my future with Band Boy.
"I saw where you were going to attend. Look forward to seeing you."
This is about the band's CD Release Party that they are having this month. I responded and let her know that I will indeed be attending and that I am looking forward to seeing her, too. It's amazing how one short, but pleasant message made me feel. I was so happy that her message wasn't anything harsh. I am hopeful for my future with Band Boy.
Friday, December 3, 2010
"She's a kindergarten teacher, but she's got a wild side!"
Over Thanksgiving, I traveled to visit family. First, I went to Hazard to spend time with my Dad's side of the family, then over the weekend, I went to Frankfort (shout out the the state capital!!) to visit with my Mom's side of the family. Friday night, in Frankfort, my cousins and I partook (is that even a word?!...partaked...)...we participated in a Thanksgiving "bar hop". We started at my cousin, Curtis' girlfriend's house. Stephanie's house is close enough to walk to some of the bars in downtown Frankfort. We had a couple of drinks at her house, played old school music and Meloldy, Nanci and I had a dance-off. We were having a blast, actually!
The first place that we went to, was called The Dragon. The Dragon must have been so exciting that we stayed there the whole night and never ventured over to any other places. What a bar hop! We started upstairs listening to a live band. It wasn't a very good band, but we were still dancing around and being goofy. It's my family...what did you really expect? I went downstairs to get a drink and spotted a guy that I thought was rather attractive. I mentioned this to my cousin, Melody. Within minutes, she's telling a bartender that she knows that I think this guy is good looking and before I know it, I'm sitting with this guy at the bar and talking. I find out that he is the owner of the bar. He was a very nice guy, very good looking, successful...okay, what's wrong with him? He got up to do some work and so I took this as an opportunity to ask the two bartenders if he is seeing anyone. Their answer was awkward and vague. I didn't like their reaction to this question. I am NOT a home-wrecker. AT ALL. Contrary to popular belief...I will not "stick my fangs" into anyone else's man. He's yours?! Good for you! Moving on, now.
So. Since I am unsure if he is seeing anyone...I tone down the flirting...a smidge. Not by MUCH at all. I still have no confirmation. At one point during our conversation, My cousin Nanci yells out to him, "She's a kindergarten teacher and she's got a wild side!" Have I mentioned how much I love my family?! Well, he gets up again and I take this as an opportunity to talk to the bartenders again. Now, they start eluding to the fact that this guy could possibly be a homosexual, but they aren't sure about him. I thought he was just metro. He had a faux-hawk, was dressed in nice jeans and boots, with a plaid button up. Doesn't sound like a flamer...right?
So, now...not ONLY do I have to worry about whether or not a guy is taken, but now I have to worry about whether or not they are straight. Men should really just wear a sign that says, "I'm available!" Kinda like a scarlet letter. That would make dating SO much easier for women.
The first place that we went to, was called The Dragon. The Dragon must have been so exciting that we stayed there the whole night and never ventured over to any other places. What a bar hop! We started upstairs listening to a live band. It wasn't a very good band, but we were still dancing around and being goofy. It's my family...what did you really expect? I went downstairs to get a drink and spotted a guy that I thought was rather attractive. I mentioned this to my cousin, Melody. Within minutes, she's telling a bartender that she knows that I think this guy is good looking and before I know it, I'm sitting with this guy at the bar and talking. I find out that he is the owner of the bar. He was a very nice guy, very good looking, successful...okay, what's wrong with him? He got up to do some work and so I took this as an opportunity to ask the two bartenders if he is seeing anyone. Their answer was awkward and vague. I didn't like their reaction to this question. I am NOT a home-wrecker. AT ALL. Contrary to popular belief...I will not "stick my fangs" into anyone else's man. He's yours?! Good for you! Moving on, now.
So. Since I am unsure if he is seeing anyone...I tone down the flirting...a smidge. Not by MUCH at all. I still have no confirmation. At one point during our conversation, My cousin Nanci yells out to him, "She's a kindergarten teacher and she's got a wild side!" Have I mentioned how much I love my family?! Well, he gets up again and I take this as an opportunity to talk to the bartenders again. Now, they start eluding to the fact that this guy could possibly be a homosexual, but they aren't sure about him. I thought he was just metro. He had a faux-hawk, was dressed in nice jeans and boots, with a plaid button up. Doesn't sound like a flamer...right?
So, now...not ONLY do I have to worry about whether or not a guy is taken, but now I have to worry about whether or not they are straight. Men should really just wear a sign that says, "I'm available!" Kinda like a scarlet letter. That would make dating SO much easier for women.
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Class Friends
When first seeing a guy out somewhere and having that initial attraction, I always look at their left hand for a ring. It's become sort of a habit of mine. That way, I can kinda tell if I can even pursue this attraction or if I just have to admire from afar.
This summer, I took a statistics class. In this class was a good mix of males and females. This is not likely in many education classes (they are almost always full of females), but there were some other majors in this class, as well. The first day is always a bit awkward if you do not know anyone. Where do you sit? When you choose your seat, you are socially expected to have this seat for the remainder of the course. I took my seat beside of a girl who looked friendly enough. The seat to my right was open. It remained open, so I was pretty happy. We were seated at long tables, so I could spread out and have as much room as I'd like. I noticed a hot boy seated on the right side of the room at a table that was perpendicular to my table. He was just my type. He was stocky, good muscles, dark hair and eyes, good dresser. We made eye contact a few times and smiled. When the professor would make goofy jokes, hot boy would look at me and roll his eyes or smirk. A day or two of this went on, but we never spoke. Class would dismiss and I would be on my happy little way to walk to the car and head home. A few days into the class, I walk in and hot boy is sitting in the previously empty seat beside of me. We chatted a little bit. Talked about where we taught and what we taught. We shared notes and compared homework. He was becoming my "class friend" and I was enjoying this. We started walking to our cars together and chatting about more personal things in life, like where we went to college and where we were from. The class lasted for a month and during the last week, I overheard the professor saying something about hot boy having to take the final early and they were working out a time where this would be possible. I figured it had something to do with hot boy's baseball team. He coached the baseball team of one of the high schools here in Bowling Green. When hot boy returned to his seat beside of me, I asked about him having to take the final early. His response was that he was getting married this weekend, so he would be on his honeymoon. HOLD UP! Men should have to wear engagement rings...I'm just sayin'.
This summer, I took a statistics class. In this class was a good mix of males and females. This is not likely in many education classes (they are almost always full of females), but there were some other majors in this class, as well. The first day is always a bit awkward if you do not know anyone. Where do you sit? When you choose your seat, you are socially expected to have this seat for the remainder of the course. I took my seat beside of a girl who looked friendly enough. The seat to my right was open. It remained open, so I was pretty happy. We were seated at long tables, so I could spread out and have as much room as I'd like. I noticed a hot boy seated on the right side of the room at a table that was perpendicular to my table. He was just my type. He was stocky, good muscles, dark hair and eyes, good dresser. We made eye contact a few times and smiled. When the professor would make goofy jokes, hot boy would look at me and roll his eyes or smirk. A day or two of this went on, but we never spoke. Class would dismiss and I would be on my happy little way to walk to the car and head home. A few days into the class, I walk in and hot boy is sitting in the previously empty seat beside of me. We chatted a little bit. Talked about where we taught and what we taught. We shared notes and compared homework. He was becoming my "class friend" and I was enjoying this. We started walking to our cars together and chatting about more personal things in life, like where we went to college and where we were from. The class lasted for a month and during the last week, I overheard the professor saying something about hot boy having to take the final early and they were working out a time where this would be possible. I figured it had something to do with hot boy's baseball team. He coached the baseball team of one of the high schools here in Bowling Green. When hot boy returned to his seat beside of me, I asked about him having to take the final early. His response was that he was getting married this weekend, so he would be on his honeymoon. HOLD UP! Men should have to wear engagement rings...I'm just sayin'.
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Match.com
Yep, bloggers. I actually ventured over to match.com during one of my lonely moments. I created a profile and signed up for the free 7 days. I lasted 3 days on the site before I canceled it and terminated my profile. YOWZA! If this is what my options are...count me OUT. No, thank you. Yikes.
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Couldda, Wouldda, Shouldda
I don't have many regrets. Very few, to be honest with you. Most decisions that I have made, were made for one reason or another, and every decision has made me who I am today...blah, blah, blah. There is one decision that I made that I don't necessarily regret, but I wish that I could fix it now. Does that make sense? Let me explain.
Recently, my friend, Anthony asked me if I regretted breaking up with an ex boyfriend. My response? No. I don't regret it. I had turned into this horrible girlfriend. I was jealous, needy, controlling. Not myself at all. If this boyfriend (let's call him band boy) wanted to have a night with his guy friends, I would get upset. I had to be where he was at all times. One night, a friend of his approached me and told me that I was the reason that they were not friends anymore. All of this started eating at me. Was I the reason? I didn't mean to be. I sure never came right out and told band boy not to be friends with this guy. It was common knowledge that I didn't particularly like this friend, but I never said that they shouldn't be friends. But, in an indirect way, was I the reason that they were no longer friends?
I knew that for my sake (and sanity) and for band boy's sake, that we needed to break up. It was a hard decision that I struggled with for weeks, it made me very sad and I have thought a lot about it in the years since. Even all through the time that I dated suit boy and the time I have been single since, I can't help but wonder, "What if?". Band boy always pops up in my mind and it's never bad memories. I think fondly of him often. I miss him more often than not. I wonder sometimes...was I mature enough to handle being with someone at that time? Was I independent enough to be with him? While band boy and I were dating, all of my friends moved away, I got a new job, I made a few new friends, but my life had become so different. I didn't really have anyone to hang out with or to do things with other than band boy. So, when he wanted to leave me and go do things with his friends, I was lost.
"So, what about now?" I was asked by Anthony, the friend who had asked about the regret factor. I have a feeling that Anthony is rather hopeful for a rekindling of this relationship. Well, now, I think that I am actually ready to be with someone. I am independent enough, I enjoy my alone time, I now know how to entertain myself and I think I could be completely happy with someone else. I just wish that I didn't have to wonder, "What if?"
Recently, my friend, Anthony asked me if I regretted breaking up with an ex boyfriend. My response? No. I don't regret it. I had turned into this horrible girlfriend. I was jealous, needy, controlling. Not myself at all. If this boyfriend (let's call him band boy) wanted to have a night with his guy friends, I would get upset. I had to be where he was at all times. One night, a friend of his approached me and told me that I was the reason that they were not friends anymore. All of this started eating at me. Was I the reason? I didn't mean to be. I sure never came right out and told band boy not to be friends with this guy. It was common knowledge that I didn't particularly like this friend, but I never said that they shouldn't be friends. But, in an indirect way, was I the reason that they were no longer friends?
I knew that for my sake (and sanity) and for band boy's sake, that we needed to break up. It was a hard decision that I struggled with for weeks, it made me very sad and I have thought a lot about it in the years since. Even all through the time that I dated suit boy and the time I have been single since, I can't help but wonder, "What if?". Band boy always pops up in my mind and it's never bad memories. I think fondly of him often. I miss him more often than not. I wonder sometimes...was I mature enough to handle being with someone at that time? Was I independent enough to be with him? While band boy and I were dating, all of my friends moved away, I got a new job, I made a few new friends, but my life had become so different. I didn't really have anyone to hang out with or to do things with other than band boy. So, when he wanted to leave me and go do things with his friends, I was lost.
"So, what about now?" I was asked by Anthony, the friend who had asked about the regret factor. I have a feeling that Anthony is rather hopeful for a rekindling of this relationship. Well, now, I think that I am actually ready to be with someone. I am independent enough, I enjoy my alone time, I now know how to entertain myself and I think I could be completely happy with someone else. I just wish that I didn't have to wonder, "What if?"
Sunday, November 14, 2010
And now you know....the rest of the story
So. I have kept quiet for long enough. I want to put the real story out there. My version, at least. This also might help some of you understand why I have been so "gun shy" when it comes to dating.
My friend Gina Marie was getting married and decided on a destination bachelorette party. Her choice was Destin. OF COURSE, I was in! I had a wonderful time with her and made a few new friends. Our last night down there, we went out to celebrate her "last fling before the ring".
Almost at the very end of the night, we met a group of guys. There were two of them in kilts and then two in suits. Of course the girls took a liking to the kilt boys. As I stood by watching, one of the boys in a suit started up a conversation. He made a joke that included a Talladega Nights quote. I got it right away, of course. Duh...I am Will Ferrell's second wife, after all. Nothing happened between suit boy and I this night. We only talked. At the end of the night, we exchanged email addresses...yeah, who does that? I do, apparently. We emailed a few times back and forth, nothing too serious. He lived in Japan and I lived with my boyfriend. What could possibly happen? We ended up becoming myspace friends. There was a lot that happened between then and the rest of my story. Long story short...we ended up dating. A boy in Japan and a girl in Kentucky. I was crazy to think that this could actually work out. Unfortunately, I really thought so. We were together for a year and a half, so I wasn't exactly THAT crazy.
He is in the Air Force and therefore, was required to travel quite a bit. I was invited on several of these trips. We met up in Nashville a few times, I went to Japan, Texas, DC, Baltimore, Cancun and New Orleans with him. New Orleans was the last trip we took together and the last time that I saw him.
The first night of this New Orleans trip, we got into a HUGE blow out fight. I will not go into details of this blow out. All that you need to know is that I was alone on the streets of New Orleans. I was lucky to find our hotel and the room...they don't mess around with their hurricanes. When I got back to the room, suit boy had already made it and was fuming. Things were thrown (not at me - somewhat to his credit) and I confessed my love for him. I told him how much I cared about him and that I was in love with him. What a wonderful time to let him know how I'd been feeling for months. It had been a year and a half since we first started seeing each other. We had made it through a 6 month deployment and living in two different countries. We had made it through his neglecting to call me when he said that he would and his lying to me on countless occasions (this is only a STRONG suspicion). So, I fell in love. How? You tell me, because looking back, I never want to fall in love with anyone like this again. After my regretful love confession, he said nothing in return. We went to sleep and didn't talk anymore about it. The rest of the trip was rather awkward, but I was trying my best to have a normal time. When suit boy dropped me off at the airport, I knew that it would be the last time that I would ever see him again. Call it a woman's intuition or whatever you want. I just knew. I even made a point to tell him that I would miss him.
Keep in mind, suit boy still hadn't broken up with me. We talked on the phone shortly after and he said that he needed some time to think. He had just moved from Japan to Texas and had a lot of change. This was in February. MONTHS went by. I gave him space. No texts, no phone calls, no facebooking. I'm not an idiot. I knew that it was over after the first night in New Orleans when we had our blow out. We finally talked in like April or May and he "officially" broke up with me...way to go, suit boy! You did it! (I sincerely hope that you sense my sarcasm here)
These are my questions...Why would you ask me to travel to all of these places with you if you didn't care about me at all? Why would you want me to be the last person to see before a deployment and the first person to see after a deployment? Why would you pay to fly me all the way to Japan? I do not know a single other man who would do any of these things unless they really cared about someone. I was fooled and played.
Looking back, if you were to search all over his myspace or facebook page, you would never know that he had a "girlfriend". I didn't exist in his world. The whole thing hurt me a lot. BUT, I have been single (in my opinion - "official" or not) since February 15th. It has been the best thing to happen to me. I have really had time to think about what is important to me and what I want. It has taken me a long time, but I think that I am really ready to move on. It took me deleting suit boy from everything. I have thrown away countless amounts of pictures and other momentos. Even a book that I was given to read, because he desperately wanted to convert me to a Republican....trash. I am happy to say that I just don't even care. Sayonara, Suit Boy.
My friend Gina Marie was getting married and decided on a destination bachelorette party. Her choice was Destin. OF COURSE, I was in! I had a wonderful time with her and made a few new friends. Our last night down there, we went out to celebrate her "last fling before the ring".
Almost at the very end of the night, we met a group of guys. There were two of them in kilts and then two in suits. Of course the girls took a liking to the kilt boys. As I stood by watching, one of the boys in a suit started up a conversation. He made a joke that included a Talladega Nights quote. I got it right away, of course. Duh...I am Will Ferrell's second wife, after all. Nothing happened between suit boy and I this night. We only talked. At the end of the night, we exchanged email addresses...yeah, who does that? I do, apparently. We emailed a few times back and forth, nothing too serious. He lived in Japan and I lived with my boyfriend. What could possibly happen? We ended up becoming myspace friends. There was a lot that happened between then and the rest of my story. Long story short...we ended up dating. A boy in Japan and a girl in Kentucky. I was crazy to think that this could actually work out. Unfortunately, I really thought so. We were together for a year and a half, so I wasn't exactly THAT crazy.
He is in the Air Force and therefore, was required to travel quite a bit. I was invited on several of these trips. We met up in Nashville a few times, I went to Japan, Texas, DC, Baltimore, Cancun and New Orleans with him. New Orleans was the last trip we took together and the last time that I saw him.
The first night of this New Orleans trip, we got into a HUGE blow out fight. I will not go into details of this blow out. All that you need to know is that I was alone on the streets of New Orleans. I was lucky to find our hotel and the room...they don't mess around with their hurricanes. When I got back to the room, suit boy had already made it and was fuming. Things were thrown (not at me - somewhat to his credit) and I confessed my love for him. I told him how much I cared about him and that I was in love with him. What a wonderful time to let him know how I'd been feeling for months. It had been a year and a half since we first started seeing each other. We had made it through a 6 month deployment and living in two different countries. We had made it through his neglecting to call me when he said that he would and his lying to me on countless occasions (this is only a STRONG suspicion). So, I fell in love. How? You tell me, because looking back, I never want to fall in love with anyone like this again. After my regretful love confession, he said nothing in return. We went to sleep and didn't talk anymore about it. The rest of the trip was rather awkward, but I was trying my best to have a normal time. When suit boy dropped me off at the airport, I knew that it would be the last time that I would ever see him again. Call it a woman's intuition or whatever you want. I just knew. I even made a point to tell him that I would miss him.
Keep in mind, suit boy still hadn't broken up with me. We talked on the phone shortly after and he said that he needed some time to think. He had just moved from Japan to Texas and had a lot of change. This was in February. MONTHS went by. I gave him space. No texts, no phone calls, no facebooking. I'm not an idiot. I knew that it was over after the first night in New Orleans when we had our blow out. We finally talked in like April or May and he "officially" broke up with me...way to go, suit boy! You did it! (I sincerely hope that you sense my sarcasm here)
These are my questions...Why would you ask me to travel to all of these places with you if you didn't care about me at all? Why would you want me to be the last person to see before a deployment and the first person to see after a deployment? Why would you pay to fly me all the way to Japan? I do not know a single other man who would do any of these things unless they really cared about someone. I was fooled and played.
Looking back, if you were to search all over his myspace or facebook page, you would never know that he had a "girlfriend". I didn't exist in his world. The whole thing hurt me a lot. BUT, I have been single (in my opinion - "official" or not) since February 15th. It has been the best thing to happen to me. I have really had time to think about what is important to me and what I want. It has taken me a long time, but I think that I am really ready to move on. It took me deleting suit boy from everything. I have thrown away countless amounts of pictures and other momentos. Even a book that I was given to read, because he desperately wanted to convert me to a Republican....trash. I am happy to say that I just don't even care. Sayonara, Suit Boy.
Saturday, November 13, 2010
We've Got a Stage-Five Clinger
I could blog about a variety of strange things that happen to me. Many of which, you probably wouldn’t even believe. Unless you’ve been there, they just seem so far fetched. Like the time that I was offered a soldier’s class ring on a flight from Atlanta to Louisville. Yep. This stranger actually argued with me and wanted me to take it very badly. So much in fact, that he dropped it in my lap and then refused to take it back. I didn’t end up with it and sometimes I regret that. Maybe then, I could post a picture and you might believe me. The most recent story that I am about to tell you about still “boggles my mind”, as my dear statistics professor, Dr. Miller would say.
Have you ever been on a blind date? I have. Once. I never will again. I was set up with this guy by someone I work with. She invited us both to dinner at her house on a Saturday night for the grand introduction. The food was great, I enjoy the company of this friend, her husband and children…and the guy was pretty cute and seemed nice enough. After dinner, we had some conversation and watched some of the WKU football game on TV. He asks me if I would like to go get some coffee. Sure. Why not? He’s nice enough. We get coffee and hang out for a little bit and then I go meet up with some friends.
The following day was Sunday and I went shopping with my friends in Nashville. On our way home, he texts me and says that he took a chance and stayed in town (he’s from Indiana, by the way) in hopes that I would have dinner with him. Sure. He’s nice enough. Dinner goes well and we have good conversation. This guy is actually a nice person and is pretty cute. We say our goodbyes and then Monday and Tuesday during the day, we text a little. I was feeling under the weather, so I doped myself up on some nyquil and passed out at around 8 pm on that Tuesday. When I woke up on Wednesday morning, I had FIVE missed calls, THREE voicemails and a few text messages. From this guy. I actually noticed that one text was from about 6:30 that morning. At 7:10, he calls me while I am brushing my teeth. I answer and let him know that I am brushing my teeth and will call him back. I finish my whole bathroom routine (washing my face, brushing my teeth, etc, etc) and then call him back. His response? “Took you a long time to brush your teeth.” Okay, guy. Calm down. I wasn’t lying, number one. And B, I met you on Saturday. I let him know that I am busy and running behind and have to hurry to get ready for school. He texts me a little while later and it says, “I’m just a little discouraged. Can we start over?” Excuse me? Start over? We just met! What do we have to do over? Needless to say, I pulled a typical “guy move” and didn’t return any phone calls/texts and didn’t have any contact with him. He texted often, called several times, even showed up at my door on a Saturday morning. It has been since October 4th since I have heard from him. He looked up my school email and sent me a message. Then called to make sure that I had gotten the message.
I have never had anyone be that persistent in pursuing me. It wasn’t flattering and I didn’t enjoy it. I’m not so sure that there are any men out there that are middle of the road guys. Anyone who will do the pursuing and treat me well. Actually call when they say they will and pay some attention to me….but not overkill like my stalker story above. Anyone? Anyone? Bueller? Bueller?
Have you ever been on a blind date? I have. Once. I never will again. I was set up with this guy by someone I work with. She invited us both to dinner at her house on a Saturday night for the grand introduction. The food was great, I enjoy the company of this friend, her husband and children…and the guy was pretty cute and seemed nice enough. After dinner, we had some conversation and watched some of the WKU football game on TV. He asks me if I would like to go get some coffee. Sure. Why not? He’s nice enough. We get coffee and hang out for a little bit and then I go meet up with some friends.
The following day was Sunday and I went shopping with my friends in Nashville. On our way home, he texts me and says that he took a chance and stayed in town (he’s from Indiana, by the way) in hopes that I would have dinner with him. Sure. He’s nice enough. Dinner goes well and we have good conversation. This guy is actually a nice person and is pretty cute. We say our goodbyes and then Monday and Tuesday during the day, we text a little. I was feeling under the weather, so I doped myself up on some nyquil and passed out at around 8 pm on that Tuesday. When I woke up on Wednesday morning, I had FIVE missed calls, THREE voicemails and a few text messages. From this guy. I actually noticed that one text was from about 6:30 that morning. At 7:10, he calls me while I am brushing my teeth. I answer and let him know that I am brushing my teeth and will call him back. I finish my whole bathroom routine (washing my face, brushing my teeth, etc, etc) and then call him back. His response? “Took you a long time to brush your teeth.” Okay, guy. Calm down. I wasn’t lying, number one. And B, I met you on Saturday. I let him know that I am busy and running behind and have to hurry to get ready for school. He texts me a little while later and it says, “I’m just a little discouraged. Can we start over?” Excuse me? Start over? We just met! What do we have to do over? Needless to say, I pulled a typical “guy move” and didn’t return any phone calls/texts and didn’t have any contact with him. He texted often, called several times, even showed up at my door on a Saturday morning. It has been since October 4th since I have heard from him. He looked up my school email and sent me a message. Then called to make sure that I had gotten the message.
I have never had anyone be that persistent in pursuing me. It wasn’t flattering and I didn’t enjoy it. I’m not so sure that there are any men out there that are middle of the road guys. Anyone who will do the pursuing and treat me well. Actually call when they say they will and pay some attention to me….but not overkill like my stalker story above. Anyone? Anyone? Bueller? Bueller?
Where I've Already Been
Why’d you call me today with nothing new to say?
You pretend it’s just hello, but you know what it does to me to see your number on the phone.
Now tell me, what do you want? What do you want? What do you want from me?
Are you tryin’ to bring back the tears or just the memories?
You keep takin’ me back, takin’ me back where I’ve already been.
When we hang up it’s almost like I’m losing you again.
Can’t you see?
You pretend it’s just hello, but you know what it does to me to see your number on the phone.
Now tell me, what do you want? What do you want? What do you want from me?
Are you tryin’ to bring back the tears or just the memories?
You keep takin’ me back, takin’ me back where I’ve already been.
When we hang up it’s almost like I’m losing you again.
Can’t you see?
So what do you want, what do you want from me?
I get so tired of living like this.
I don’t have the time, neither do my friends,
To stay up at night, to pull me through,
And to find the things to keep my mind off of you.
I don’t have the time, neither do my friends,
To stay up at night, to pull me through,
And to find the things to keep my mind off of you.
So, now tell me, what do you want? What do you want? What do you want from me?
Did you call to say you’ve found someone and I’m a used- to- be.
You keep takin’ me back, takin’ me back where I’ve already been.
If you’ve moved on why does it feel like I’m losing you again?
Can’t you see? So what do you want? What do you want from me?
Did you call to say you’ve found someone and I’m a used- to- be.
You keep takin’ me back, takin’ me back where I’ve already been.
If you’ve moved on why does it feel like I’m losing you again?
Can’t you see? So what do you want? What do you want from me?
What do you want me to say?
That I’m content? That I’m on the fence? That I wish you would’ve stayed?
Oh baby what do you want, what do you want, what do you want from me?
To come here and make love tonight cause you’re feelin’ lonely.
You keep takin’ me back, takin’ me back where I’ve already been.
When we wake up and say goodbye it’s like I’m losing you again.
Can’t you see? So what do you want, what do you want from me?
What do you want, what do you want from me?
That I’m content? That I’m on the fence? That I wish you would’ve stayed?
Oh baby what do you want, what do you want, what do you want from me?
To come here and make love tonight cause you’re feelin’ lonely.
You keep takin’ me back, takin’ me back where I’ve already been.
When we wake up and say goodbye it’s like I’m losing you again.
Can’t you see? So what do you want, what do you want from me?
What do you want, what do you want from me?
Just Sayin'
I deleted you from facebook, my phone, my email contacts AND skype, because I do not want to have anymore contact with you. Take the hint and do not send me a message asking me about the KY senate race. In the year and a half that you knew me, did I EVER care about politics? No. So why would you think that I suddenly started caring and would want to respond to your message? Just sayin’.
I've Had Enough So-So for the Rest of My Life
So, over a few years of dating, I have composed a list of what I would call “deal breakers”. Some of you may think that they are silly and that I am too picky. You can think that if you want. I am just not desperate enough to have a boyfriend or to get married, so I choose to call them “deal breakers”, because I refuse to settle.
1. A man with no ambition. If you are happy with what you are doing right now, that’s great! I’m not asking you to become a brain surgeon. But, the world is constantly changing and evolving. What do you want to do in the future? You have to have a plan and goals.
2. My family doesn’t like you. Been there, done that. Didn’t really know until after the fact, but I wish they would have told me, so I didn’t waste my time! My family doesn’t even have to have a good reason not to like you. If they don’t, adios.
3. You hate animals or are a bad pet owner. I love animals. If I lived in a larger place, I would have more than I do already. I used to have a dog and I wish I could have kept him, but I simply couldn’t, because I live in a one bedroom apartment. It would have been cruel to have a Border Collie locked in this small area. It broke my heart, but I knew what was best for him. If you have a pet, you should take care of them. Take them to the vet, bathe them, feed them and care for them. Pets are meant to be companions, not just for show, to pick up chicks, or to only look at. None of this keeping your dog chained up outside in 100 degree weather! Bless their hearts…
4. You hate sports. Yes, there are men out there that do not enjoy sports at all. If I know more than you do about the sporting event that happens to be on in the restaurant we are eating at, that’s a problem. Also, if you have a problem with me wanting to watch a UK Basketball game…sorry, this just isn’t working for me.
5. You constantly talk about your money or lack thereof. Money is a personal subject. I don’t talk about it with you unless I truly trust you. Don’t ask me how much I make or tell me how much you make. I don’t know how much my best friends make…we never have discussed it. Also, don’t talk about how broke you are. If you are, you are. That’s fine, but let’s not discuss it.
6. You don’t like to read. at all. I don’t care if you aren’t into the classics. I don’t even mind if you just don’t prefer to read fictional stories. But, come on! Read SOMETHING. Whether it be on MSNBC or Maxim. Just please, act like you are somewhat literate. Nothing bugs me more than reading someone’s info on facebook and it says beside of books, “What are those?”
7. You hate Will Ferrell. I personally just don’t see how this is possible. He’s a comedic genius. Okay…that might be stretching it a little, but he is my favorite. I don’t expect you to be able to quote every movie that he is in, but I do expect you to know what some of the more recent movies he has been in are. It’s only bonus points if you get a joke that eludes to a movie.
8. You only text me to ask me out. Not gonna cut it. I like to take it back a little old school. Pick up the telephone and ask me on a date; don’t take the easy way out! I want to hear the nervousness in your voice.
9. You text/call TOO MUCH! I know, I know…most women complain about you not calling or texting her enough. I am the complete opposite. I don’t want to talk to you everday. At least not at first…not to say that could not change. Our relationship might evolve into more and there might be a natural progression. It’s just that, though. NATURAL PROGRESSION. Not too fast.
10. You don’t want to get married. ever. I’m not looking to tie the knot next year. Not even in the next few years. But I do value marriage and I want that one day.
11. You never want children. I’m a kindergarten teacher. Let’s think about this for a second…do I like kids? I want them eventually. Not now…not even in the next several years. But I do want them. eventually.
12. You do not like to travel. It’s a priority in my life, especially while I am young. If you will not fly on an airplane, chances are that I will just have to find someone else to take those vacations with, because I am not missing out. You really get to know someone when you travel with them.
13. You are annoyed by the fact that I do not like to eat seafood. Ask my Daddy, ask my Momma, ask my brothers or my cousins. In my family…we just do not eat seafood. Never have. Never will. I’ll gladly go to a seafood restaurant with you, but I’ll order the chicken or a salad. Don’t take it personally. It’s just food. I’m 99% sure that there is something that I like to eat that you will not touch. Same, same.
14. You do not get along with my friends or their significant others. They are my friends for a reason and they will remain my friends. They were here long before you, so recognize that they take priority in my life right now. At least act like you like them for my sake.
15. You do not tip well at a restaurant or bar. If someone only brings you one drink…tip them. For goodness sake, I cannot stand to see a $2 tip for an entire meal. They earned more than that just for the amount of time that we have been sitting here! 10% doesn’t cut it anymore…at least not with me.
16. You live with your parents. I don’t think this needs an explanation.
17. You will not dance. It’s okay if you cannot dance great…admit it to me and then let’s dance, so I can see how foolish you look and we can have a good laugh. Everyone can dance. It’s the skill level that’s debatable.
18. You have no hobbies or interests. I hate the question, “What hobbies do you have?” I panic everytime. I am not sure what an activity has to consist of to get the label of a hobby. You have to be passionate about SOMETHING in life, however. I don’t care if it’s rock collecting…just enjoy something and be knowledgeable about it.
19. You aren’t handy. I live alone. Yes, I own a toolbox and yes, I know how to use (most of) the tools included in it. There are times that things break around the house. I might call my Dad panicked at first, but I man up and try to fix it myself or find a solution. If you just pick up the phone and call someone to come fix a door hinge, we are gonna have a problem. On the other hand, don’t act like you know all about something when you don’t. Google or the Wiki are great for that.
20. You have poor grammar – Spoken or written. I don’t like getting an email from you or even a comment on facebook with incorrect grammar/spelling. I want to get out a red pen and mark all over it!! There’s a difference between YOUR and YOU’RE. If you are unsure of which to use and when, there’s a problem.
21. You have a problem with my music of choice. We don’t have to agree, but let’s compromise. I like just about every type of music there is. My favorite, however is country. If you absolutely refuse to let me listen to it in your presence or you cannot go on Broadway in Nashville and enjoy the music, that’s not good!
There are SO many more where these came from. I actually have a handwritten list tucked away and there are some that I consciously didn’t include here for your viewing. Seriously…just a taste of why I remain single. You might call it too picky. I call it refusing to settle.
1. A man with no ambition. If you are happy with what you are doing right now, that’s great! I’m not asking you to become a brain surgeon. But, the world is constantly changing and evolving. What do you want to do in the future? You have to have a plan and goals.
2. My family doesn’t like you. Been there, done that. Didn’t really know until after the fact, but I wish they would have told me, so I didn’t waste my time! My family doesn’t even have to have a good reason not to like you. If they don’t, adios.
3. You hate animals or are a bad pet owner. I love animals. If I lived in a larger place, I would have more than I do already. I used to have a dog and I wish I could have kept him, but I simply couldn’t, because I live in a one bedroom apartment. It would have been cruel to have a Border Collie locked in this small area. It broke my heart, but I knew what was best for him. If you have a pet, you should take care of them. Take them to the vet, bathe them, feed them and care for them. Pets are meant to be companions, not just for show, to pick up chicks, or to only look at. None of this keeping your dog chained up outside in 100 degree weather! Bless their hearts…
4. You hate sports. Yes, there are men out there that do not enjoy sports at all. If I know more than you do about the sporting event that happens to be on in the restaurant we are eating at, that’s a problem. Also, if you have a problem with me wanting to watch a UK Basketball game…sorry, this just isn’t working for me.
5. You constantly talk about your money or lack thereof. Money is a personal subject. I don’t talk about it with you unless I truly trust you. Don’t ask me how much I make or tell me how much you make. I don’t know how much my best friends make…we never have discussed it. Also, don’t talk about how broke you are. If you are, you are. That’s fine, but let’s not discuss it.
6. You don’t like to read. at all. I don’t care if you aren’t into the classics. I don’t even mind if you just don’t prefer to read fictional stories. But, come on! Read SOMETHING. Whether it be on MSNBC or Maxim. Just please, act like you are somewhat literate. Nothing bugs me more than reading someone’s info on facebook and it says beside of books, “What are those?”
7. You hate Will Ferrell. I personally just don’t see how this is possible. He’s a comedic genius. Okay…that might be stretching it a little, but he is my favorite. I don’t expect you to be able to quote every movie that he is in, but I do expect you to know what some of the more recent movies he has been in are. It’s only bonus points if you get a joke that eludes to a movie.
8. You only text me to ask me out. Not gonna cut it. I like to take it back a little old school. Pick up the telephone and ask me on a date; don’t take the easy way out! I want to hear the nervousness in your voice.
9. You text/call TOO MUCH! I know, I know…most women complain about you not calling or texting her enough. I am the complete opposite. I don’t want to talk to you everday. At least not at first…not to say that could not change. Our relationship might evolve into more and there might be a natural progression. It’s just that, though. NATURAL PROGRESSION. Not too fast.
10. You don’t want to get married. ever. I’m not looking to tie the knot next year. Not even in the next few years. But I do value marriage and I want that one day.
11. You never want children. I’m a kindergarten teacher. Let’s think about this for a second…do I like kids? I want them eventually. Not now…not even in the next several years. But I do want them. eventually.
12. You do not like to travel. It’s a priority in my life, especially while I am young. If you will not fly on an airplane, chances are that I will just have to find someone else to take those vacations with, because I am not missing out. You really get to know someone when you travel with them.
13. You are annoyed by the fact that I do not like to eat seafood. Ask my Daddy, ask my Momma, ask my brothers or my cousins. In my family…we just do not eat seafood. Never have. Never will. I’ll gladly go to a seafood restaurant with you, but I’ll order the chicken or a salad. Don’t take it personally. It’s just food. I’m 99% sure that there is something that I like to eat that you will not touch. Same, same.
14. You do not get along with my friends or their significant others. They are my friends for a reason and they will remain my friends. They were here long before you, so recognize that they take priority in my life right now. At least act like you like them for my sake.
15. You do not tip well at a restaurant or bar. If someone only brings you one drink…tip them. For goodness sake, I cannot stand to see a $2 tip for an entire meal. They earned more than that just for the amount of time that we have been sitting here! 10% doesn’t cut it anymore…at least not with me.
16. You live with your parents. I don’t think this needs an explanation.
17. You will not dance. It’s okay if you cannot dance great…admit it to me and then let’s dance, so I can see how foolish you look and we can have a good laugh. Everyone can dance. It’s the skill level that’s debatable.
18. You have no hobbies or interests. I hate the question, “What hobbies do you have?” I panic everytime. I am not sure what an activity has to consist of to get the label of a hobby. You have to be passionate about SOMETHING in life, however. I don’t care if it’s rock collecting…just enjoy something and be knowledgeable about it.
19. You aren’t handy. I live alone. Yes, I own a toolbox and yes, I know how to use (most of) the tools included in it. There are times that things break around the house. I might call my Dad panicked at first, but I man up and try to fix it myself or find a solution. If you just pick up the phone and call someone to come fix a door hinge, we are gonna have a problem. On the other hand, don’t act like you know all about something when you don’t. Google or the Wiki are great for that.
20. You have poor grammar – Spoken or written. I don’t like getting an email from you or even a comment on facebook with incorrect grammar/spelling. I want to get out a red pen and mark all over it!! There’s a difference between YOUR and YOU’RE. If you are unsure of which to use and when, there’s a problem.
21. You have a problem with my music of choice. We don’t have to agree, but let’s compromise. I like just about every type of music there is. My favorite, however is country. If you absolutely refuse to let me listen to it in your presence or you cannot go on Broadway in Nashville and enjoy the music, that’s not good!
There are SO many more where these came from. I actually have a handwritten list tucked away and there are some that I consciously didn’t include here for your viewing. Seriously…just a taste of why I remain single. You might call it too picky. I call it refusing to settle.
Man Is Cougar's Number One Prey
What is the true definition of a “cougar”? This term has become widely used recently. There is even a TV show with Courtney Cox (whom I love very much) called CougarTown. So, what exactly is a cougar? When you look it up on Merriam-Webster.Com, a website that I frequent, there is only one entry found. That definition is: A large powerful tawny-brown cat. Since I couldn’t find the definition that fit what I was looking for, I was forced to turn to Urban Dictionary. This website never fails to disappoint. I definitely found the definition I was looking for. This definition of “cougar” is: A 35+ year old female who is on the “hunt” for a much younger, energetic, willing-to-do-anything male. The cougar can frequently be seen in a padded bra, cleavage exposed, propped up against a swanky bar in San Francisco (or other cities)waiting, watching, calculating; gearing up to sink her claws into an innocent young and strapping buck who happens to cross her path. “Man is cougar’s number one prey”.
Now that you know what the real definition of cougar is, onto my story. Early last week a friend who I have not seen in a number of years asked me to hang out on Friday. He and I share the same last name and I also have the exact same name as his sister. Doesn’t get more platonic than that, right?! We met, because I was engaged to one of his fraternity brothers and we always ended up hanging out when we were at the same places as one another. I agreed to go to a house party with him. He said that there would be a number of people in attendance and that we would be playing the wii and some board games. We get there and there sure is not a number of people. There are exactly 5 couples. We are considered to be one of those five. I can see the panic on his face, because it now seems as though he has asked me on a date. I let him know I will enjoy myself and be his faux date regardless.
I was enjoying myself and had even been doing pretty great in some of the games that we were playing. During the last card game of the night (That I won, might I add), the people in attendance started talking about how old they are. The conversation started out like this: Girl, “I feel like I have done everything that I need to in life. I am married and ready to have kids now. I mean, I am 23.” I just sat there speechless. What do you say to something like that? I do not feel like I am anywhere near accomplishing what I want to in life. I hope that when I am married I do not feel like this. There are still so many places that I want to visit and there is so much more that I want to and need to do in my life. I sat there in a panic as everyone around the table chimed in adding how old they are. It was everything from 22 to 24. I guess that they realized how quiet I was being, because someone asked me how old I am. My response being, “I will be 27 next month.” This was followed by the sound of crickets. If I had dropped a pin, you would have definitely heard it. The girl proceeds to laugh and says, “Oh! You’re a cougar!”
Now that you know what the real definition of cougar is, onto my story. Early last week a friend who I have not seen in a number of years asked me to hang out on Friday. He and I share the same last name and I also have the exact same name as his sister. Doesn’t get more platonic than that, right?! We met, because I was engaged to one of his fraternity brothers and we always ended up hanging out when we were at the same places as one another. I agreed to go to a house party with him. He said that there would be a number of people in attendance and that we would be playing the wii and some board games. We get there and there sure is not a number of people. There are exactly 5 couples. We are considered to be one of those five. I can see the panic on his face, because it now seems as though he has asked me on a date. I let him know I will enjoy myself and be his faux date regardless.
I was enjoying myself and had even been doing pretty great in some of the games that we were playing. During the last card game of the night (That I won, might I add), the people in attendance started talking about how old they are. The conversation started out like this: Girl, “I feel like I have done everything that I need to in life. I am married and ready to have kids now. I mean, I am 23.” I just sat there speechless. What do you say to something like that? I do not feel like I am anywhere near accomplishing what I want to in life. I hope that when I am married I do not feel like this. There are still so many places that I want to visit and there is so much more that I want to and need to do in my life. I sat there in a panic as everyone around the table chimed in adding how old they are. It was everything from 22 to 24. I guess that they realized how quiet I was being, because someone asked me how old I am. My response being, “I will be 27 next month.” This was followed by the sound of crickets. If I had dropped a pin, you would have definitely heard it. The girl proceeds to laugh and says, “Oh! You’re a cougar!”
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