Except when it ends in severe back pain and a urinary tract infection! So, obviously, I haven't been a dating machine lately partly due to Mr. Big and partly due to the new job and partly due to the uglies that I've been contacted by lately. Several of my friends have suggested that the job needs to go since the blog has suffered as a result...well that's not going to happen, but I do have some stories...
Several weeks ago, a friend of mine came to visit and brought Bill. Neither slept Friday night and came directly to Charlotte Saturday morning and arrived around 9am. We started drinking and talking...well at least my friend and I did. Bill dosed in and out of consciousness from the drinking and lack of sleep. We ended up going out in Charlotte. Came back home and somehow Bill and I made out...nothing serious but it was entertaining considering I wasn't sure he was going to be conscious when the day started out. This didn't end with the UTI, thank goodness.
Fast forward to this past weekend, I go to dinner with some friends and we go to a bar (not very exciting and very typical for a 30-something). I end up talking with Mr. Pennsylvania and end up picking him up. I haven't picked someone up at a bar in quite some time, so at first, I'm pleased with myself when we end up back at his place. Then, the dance begins and we get down to business and I mean a lot of business. So many times, in fact, that he says don't you ever get tired and are you going to be ready in the morning? To which I reply, well we're already on the 5th time, I think I can handle another round in the morning or something to that effect. Morning comes with a big headache and the "oh shit" realization of what the hell was I thinking, but we go at it AGAIN. I think I am a super star until I get home and my back starts to hurt and my head hurts to boot. I think hang over--whatever...Monday morning comes and my back is KILLING me (which for me is a tell tale sign that I have a UTI). I have to leave work and go to the doctor to get drugs and have been laid up in bed until now, Tuesday night.
My DC friend was texting me kudos on my conquest on Sunday saying a night of pleasure should certainly be worth the pain of a headache...while I'll give her that, I'm not sure a UTI is.
Seems I tend to be regressing in my old age and apparently, my body just can't handle it anymore...but it's kind of nice to go back to the old fashioned way of doing things instead of dating online.
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Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
The Old Loves
As you might have noticed, I have been MIA for the past few weeks. Granted, I had a good date a few weeks ago...that of course, went no where because of my shenanigans in the cars aka I am white trash....
However, I have great news! I have a new JOB! For those that have known me for several years, you know that this has been a long time coming. I have a new position in International Marketing and my market is China! All those years and money are starting to pay off! Finally! ~ YIPPEE!!
Back on topic, this past Thanksgiving, I saw a past boyfriend/love/someone I've had a thing with for as long as I can remember in adulthood. We dated when I was 24 and he was 44. Obviously now, I am 30 and he is 50. We have remained friends over the years and attend the same function each Thanksgiving. In fact, he's had Thanksgiving dinner with my family and I for several years. So he's "in" so to speak. Mom and Dad know him and love him though they are a bit concerned on how much we pick. And I mean tease each other. This past weekend seemed (at least to me) to be different. We were kinder, more loving, and had more serious talks about the future. Now, my college roommate will poignantly point out he would not commit exclusively 6 years ago and that was part of the reason we didn't last. And maybe it felt different this year as I am in a different place: I have a new place (out of the farm house FINALLY~hell yeah!); I have a big girl job FINALLY(~hell to the f*** yeah!); and I am actually ready to settle down and think about (ummmm..yes...) a husband, family, and children. Did I write that...yes, I really feel that way.
On some level, he is my version of a knight in shining armor...he is decorated in the military and of rank, he comes from the right family, he has the same goals and aspirations, we like the same things...and while going down a check list so to speak, he makes me laugh and makes me feel special and beautiful and all those tingly things...yes, he is significantly older but honestly, I like that. He feels 100% MAN. There is no boy. That's nice--more than nice and makes me feel safe and cared for.
So even if I was just living the fairy tale week of my life another year with my knight, it was so well worth it. I just need to remember this if I get rejected again and I sure hope that is not the case. I hope it ends with roses, bells, and rings.
Who is this writing....I'm not sure it's myself...but HELL YEA I got the job and the place even if I don't get the man!
However, I have great news! I have a new JOB! For those that have known me for several years, you know that this has been a long time coming. I have a new position in International Marketing and my market is China! All those years and money are starting to pay off! Finally! ~ YIPPEE!!
Back on topic, this past Thanksgiving, I saw a past boyfriend/love/someone I've had a thing with for as long as I can remember in adulthood. We dated when I was 24 and he was 44. Obviously now, I am 30 and he is 50. We have remained friends over the years and attend the same function each Thanksgiving. In fact, he's had Thanksgiving dinner with my family and I for several years. So he's "in" so to speak. Mom and Dad know him and love him though they are a bit concerned on how much we pick. And I mean tease each other. This past weekend seemed (at least to me) to be different. We were kinder, more loving, and had more serious talks about the future. Now, my college roommate will poignantly point out he would not commit exclusively 6 years ago and that was part of the reason we didn't last. And maybe it felt different this year as I am in a different place: I have a new place (out of the farm house FINALLY~hell yeah!); I have a big girl job FINALLY(~hell to the f*** yeah!); and I am actually ready to settle down and think about (ummmm..yes...) a husband, family, and children. Did I write that...yes, I really feel that way.
On some level, he is my version of a knight in shining armor...he is decorated in the military and of rank, he comes from the right family, he has the same goals and aspirations, we like the same things...and while going down a check list so to speak, he makes me laugh and makes me feel special and beautiful and all those tingly things...yes, he is significantly older but honestly, I like that. He feels 100% MAN. There is no boy. That's nice--more than nice and makes me feel safe and cared for.
So even if I was just living the fairy tale week of my life another year with my knight, it was so well worth it. I just need to remember this if I get rejected again and I sure hope that is not the case. I hope it ends with roses, bells, and rings.
Who is this writing....I'm not sure it's myself...but HELL YEA I got the job and the place even if I don't get the man!
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Word vomit or Why I Like Non-Divorced Guy
I had my 4th date (or 5th depending if you count morning after breakfasts) with Non-Divorced Guy on Friday. We met at Flemings in downtown and chatted for over an hour before even ordering. I love this about NDG. We can talk and talk and talk some more. I think this is why I keep coming back even though I've been told that we can no longer sleep together even though we already have and that the last time I was at his house I saw on his refrigerator: his wedding pic with his former wife and not just one picture but 2 pictures plus some of her clothes are still there and her heels. Note: I was NOT snooping they were in plain view at the foot of the guest bed.
Both of these are pretty big drawbacks for me. One--it's not nice to be an Indian giver and two--it would appear he has still not let go of his marriage. On some level, I understand why he hasn't let go. His wife came home in November and announced after 9 years of marriage that she no longer wanted a husband, house, or cat. That would throw a major curve ball in my life plan too. However, I'm not sure I would get back on the date train so soon or before the ink had dried on the divorce papers which doesn't happen until November. I understand the natural inclination to get back in the saddle but...
The draw is the ability to have word vomit with this man. He mentioned he was pretty certain after I high-tailed it out of there the last time we went out (after seeing his ex's shoes and clothes) that it would be the last time. I proceeded to describe my NEED to escape after feeling like I was in another woman's house and that I was home wrecker. I also went on to discuss how my former best friend of 29 years is a total bitch after...well that is another story. All of the conversations we've had have been that way. They just flow and I can literally talk about anything as can he without there being weirdness. This has been what has always drawn me in while in other semi-successful relationships.
I tend to not have a filter at all. For example, when a great friend in college moved back to DC, I went over to see the new apartment and to meet her boyfriend (now husband). He opened the door, I walked in, and with a very Southern drawl said, "Holy fuck, oh my shit balls." Granted, it was an amazing apartment--lots of ornate woodwork, etc., but this was my first time meeting him! If you ask my opinion, you get honesty--sometimes it's brutal. That's just me. I don't apologize for it nor do I want to change it. It can make dating a little dicey though. The fact that I can just totally be myself with NDG is a big draw despite the drawbacks.
Another drawback: when we walked to the parking garage, he didn't walk me to my car. I am a big girl and clearly capable of walking myself, but his M.O. has always been Southern gentleman to the max. What happened?
Both of these are pretty big drawbacks for me. One--it's not nice to be an Indian giver and two--it would appear he has still not let go of his marriage. On some level, I understand why he hasn't let go. His wife came home in November and announced after 9 years of marriage that she no longer wanted a husband, house, or cat. That would throw a major curve ball in my life plan too. However, I'm not sure I would get back on the date train so soon or before the ink had dried on the divorce papers which doesn't happen until November. I understand the natural inclination to get back in the saddle but...
The draw is the ability to have word vomit with this man. He mentioned he was pretty certain after I high-tailed it out of there the last time we went out (after seeing his ex's shoes and clothes) that it would be the last time. I proceeded to describe my NEED to escape after feeling like I was in another woman's house and that I was home wrecker. I also went on to discuss how my former best friend of 29 years is a total bitch after...well that is another story. All of the conversations we've had have been that way. They just flow and I can literally talk about anything as can he without there being weirdness. This has been what has always drawn me in while in other semi-successful relationships.
I tend to not have a filter at all. For example, when a great friend in college moved back to DC, I went over to see the new apartment and to meet her boyfriend (now husband). He opened the door, I walked in, and with a very Southern drawl said, "Holy fuck, oh my shit balls." Granted, it was an amazing apartment--lots of ornate woodwork, etc., but this was my first time meeting him! If you ask my opinion, you get honesty--sometimes it's brutal. That's just me. I don't apologize for it nor do I want to change it. It can make dating a little dicey though. The fact that I can just totally be myself with NDG is a big draw despite the drawbacks.
Another drawback: when we walked to the parking garage, he didn't walk me to my car. I am a big girl and clearly capable of walking myself, but his M.O. has always been Southern gentleman to the max. What happened?
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Old Fashioned Dating: To be Picked Up or Not?
I have a 2nd date with a guy on Wednesday. We're going to see the Counting Crows and Augustana. I'm super pumped. Not only is it a great idea for a second date, but I also like the bands.
The first date went really well. We met for drinks at a low key bar starting talking at 7pm and didn't finish (without awkward pauses, etc) until around 11pm. He walked me to my car (very sweet) and then asked if he could kiss me (**swoon). It was a sweet couple of peck kisses of sorts--certainly not anything to make my knees buckle, of course, but it was incredible to be asked to be kissed! I don't think that's happened since high school especially the peck part. I don't routinely get mauled by any means, but normally they swoop in wanted or not.
We talked about the concerts over the 1st date and then he texted Sunday to ask if I'd like to go. I obviously said Yes! He then offers to come and pick me up and drive us to the venue. I text back that it's totally unnecessary as he lives on 1 side of town and I on the other and it would add an hour and half to the trip. He replies he prefers the old fashioned way of dating and I can't get the whole Mr. Sweet dating experience unless he picks up me. I reply: Very sweet but there's plenty of time for the whole experience in the future ;).
This got me to thinking: First--how AWESOME that a guy is polite enough to offer to pick me up (again hasn't happened in a while); Second--I would never let a guy I met online pick me up on a second date; Third--my 21st century self has really ruined the romance part of dating.
Although many of my dates and/or posts don't reflect it, I am a romantic at heart. I want to be swept off my feet. I want to be picked up and driven, given flowers, and experience the whole romantic notion of dating. Dating online and crimes of the 21st century, however, have ruined many of those "fantasies". Immediately, when I get offered to be picked up, I think are you a secret murderer, rapist i.e. will you harm me in some way. Not exactly of which romance is made.
So I'm still left with a couple questions: Can romance exist in online dating at least in the initial phases? Am I being overly cautious?
The first date went really well. We met for drinks at a low key bar starting talking at 7pm and didn't finish (without awkward pauses, etc) until around 11pm. He walked me to my car (very sweet) and then asked if he could kiss me (**swoon). It was a sweet couple of peck kisses of sorts--certainly not anything to make my knees buckle, of course, but it was incredible to be asked to be kissed! I don't think that's happened since high school especially the peck part. I don't routinely get mauled by any means, but normally they swoop in wanted or not.
We talked about the concerts over the 1st date and then he texted Sunday to ask if I'd like to go. I obviously said Yes! He then offers to come and pick me up and drive us to the venue. I text back that it's totally unnecessary as he lives on 1 side of town and I on the other and it would add an hour and half to the trip. He replies he prefers the old fashioned way of dating and I can't get the whole Mr. Sweet dating experience unless he picks up me. I reply: Very sweet but there's plenty of time for the whole experience in the future ;).
This got me to thinking: First--how AWESOME that a guy is polite enough to offer to pick me up (again hasn't happened in a while); Second--I would never let a guy I met online pick me up on a second date; Third--my 21st century self has really ruined the romance part of dating.
Although many of my dates and/or posts don't reflect it, I am a romantic at heart. I want to be swept off my feet. I want to be picked up and driven, given flowers, and experience the whole romantic notion of dating. Dating online and crimes of the 21st century, however, have ruined many of those "fantasies". Immediately, when I get offered to be picked up, I think are you a secret murderer, rapist i.e. will you harm me in some way. Not exactly of which romance is made.
So I'm still left with a couple questions: Can romance exist in online dating at least in the initial phases? Am I being overly cautious?
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