Thursday, March 26, 2009

just when you think they are perfect....

BAM!! they do something dushy!! Well fine.. im going out with my broads tonight and having some vino!

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

How can I eat it if I can't pronounce it?

Two boys, three dates, three nights in a row. Buckle up pumpkin puss - we're goin' for a ride.

Date #1 - Ferrell, me, his roommate, and their friend from Colorado ate kosher pizza and kosher salad from Kosher World while we watched Role Models. It was a delight; they all took turns making fun of me for being the only gentile there, a shiksa in my own right. But it was a welcome break from the prior three days of studying for my midterm. And I'm not going to lie to you, the veggie kosher pizza and salad was frickin' delicious, says the little British girl.

Date #2 - Benny and the Jets came to my neck of the woods to share in the post-midterm celebration with my school buddies (Billiam, and me. Margaritas, nachos, my virgin pina colada, and "I Love You Man" make for a good evening. Paul Rudd makes any date a winner. Benny got rave reviews from the friends, and from me too. He makes me laugh and also makes me feel like I'm in the beginnings of my dating life again- it's not so much concentrated on the physical, and it's giddy and silly.

Date #3 -
I ate Israeli food for the first time and it was awesome. I'm proud of myself for trying things I can't pronounce. Ferrell's friend Mo came, my biggest fan. Apparently he's been spreading my virtues to Ferrell's other friends. Holla!

They Call it the Happiest Place on Earth....

And I have to say... it was, for me anyway! My full day with 5-O started off with cuddling and breakfast at La Pain. After that we hit the road to D-land! Now if you know me, you know that I am very picky when it comes to judging Disneyland partners. We all know Painting Pimp is at the top of my list. But I have to say, 5-O, not bad. We both get rather annoyed with people who think they own the road because they have strollers and those who feel it necessary to stop in the middle of a walk way... think like the freeway... PULL OVER!!

At the beginning of the day we made jokes about how people who are old and tired ride the train around and we joked about going back to the car to rest. Little did we know, we would be doing both of those things later in the day. Yes, i'll admit, we were both pretty lame.

By 4 or 5 o'clock we had gone on about 4 rides but had walked through both parks quite a bit. We hopped on the train and road it around the park...TWICE.

The day ended with a fabulous dinner at club 33 and a minute or so of the fireworks show on the balcony.

Overall, a very nice day, and we weren't sick of each other by the end of it! I think I like him :)

Monday, March 23, 2009

Just when I count them out...

...they pull me back in. Ferrell surfaced again after his time away from California. I have to say I'm pleased that he called me from LAX when he landed; I like him and I was bummed that I had to start mentally getting over him. I didn't want to count him out, because ultimately I really enjoy spending time with him.

And I got another pick-me-up. About a month ago, I met one of his friends briefly at his place. We chatted for a bit and joked a little, and I didn't think anything of it until Ferrell told me a delightful tidbit. Apparently, his friend called him the next day, and the sole purpose for the call was to tell Ferrell that "yes he thought you were beautiful, but he said that he thought you were just really cool and smart, just an awesome girl." It's always nice to get a pat on the back from the friends, even when it comes three weeks after the fact. I met another friend again tonight, and he told Ferrell "Convert her and marry her!" Nice...

And maybe just one more piece of smile-inducing news. Ferrell suggested that we take a mini trip somewhere, like an overnight to the beach and stay in a hotel. There is only one downside - I have to keep in mind the fact that he doesn't want a serious relationship. I have to be aware of my perspective on all of this, even though my hopes are already sky-high. "Don't get your hopes up" is a joke of statement. My best friend and I have had that discussion on numerous occasions; the minute someone warns you not to get your hopes up, they're already nearly out of reach.

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Another one Bites the Dust

Really? No... I mean it... really? This is insane. Within two days, my three men were narrowed down to one. So let's update my loyal readers, because if nothing else it's entertainment for you (by the way it's still my life).

Ferrell has been counted out. I spoke with him briefly last week and he has been traveling on the other coast, but in my opinion, if you can't pick up a phone to say hi, then you really must be holding fast to that whole "I don't want a committed relationship" bit. And that's fine, but I'm going to begin to mentally move on. I would be dumb if I didn't, and a poor excuse for a future psychologist. But come on... really? When you're 31 and you've been dating someone for over two months, it seems like you should be able to actually end something rather than drifting off into oblivion....

Next! Nomad has freaked himself out again. There is a back story here that is far too long to go into, and I haven't discussed Nomad very much because he's the one person who would be upset if he learned about this blog. So in his interest I have written about him sparingly. But screw it, I need to vent Internet style. Nomad is emotionally unavailable - his words not mine. He's been this way since long before I met him, long before I dated him a year ago, and long before he came back into the country and wanted to start things up again. I am so emotionally available that it's taken me years to learn how to hold back and contain myself.

Was this a dating disaster waiting to happen? Meh... maybe, but I thought he would be able to hold off on freaking himself out for another week before he left for four months. I thought wrong. We set up an actual date, something we haven't done since we reconnected and rekindled. All seemed good, and then a text trying to end it, informing me that he can't handle it right now, he's got too much to think about, he's leaving..... give me a break. Texts? Really? I didn't know we were in middle school. I don't care how great you say I am or how much you care - grow a pair and pick up the phone... or maybe even an in-person goodbye? What a thought.

Bon voyage!

Schooled in the Art of Dating

First off.. Happy St. Patty's Day! Instead of enjoying a green beer, I myself was at home cleaning and doing laundry trying to catch up from my weekend of gallivanting in Vegas.

Men. Here's a tip. Ways to court a woman does NOT include not talking to her all day and hitting her up with a text at 9:30 at night on a Tuesday seeing if she wants to come over, or if you can 'stop by.' That my friends is practically a booty call. And just because you got it once, doesn't mean you can have it whenever you want.

And please don't bullshit us with the excuse that you tried to message us online and never got a response. ITS CALLED A PHONE! Try picking it up and using it for once!

When did men start thinking that they can hit a woman up at any hour of the night or day even and they will be ready and waiting? Sorry.. not happening here.

And you would think.. you would really think that if you haven't seen the woman you are dating for over a week now, partly because she has been out of town.. you would be jumping at the chance to make plans....

Consider the cool down ON!

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Bring on the Cheese

Warning: If you are disgusted by lovely dovy cheese.. do not read!

Ok, all I have to say is CBG who?? CBG is a distant memory! Tell me this isn't fate:
My friend talks me into doing free 7 days on I sign up, I hate it. Don't see anything interesting at all. I cancel about 3 days in. After I cancel, I get an email from a guy saying hes interested etc and to call him. I give him my personal email and we email back and forth a bit only to find out that we are both in Vegas the upcoming weekend for the same event. With high hope we make plans to see each other in Vegas.

Let me just say, in all my 22 years I have never felt the way I feel about 5-O. Yes, that is what he has been dubbed, and yes, it is what you think it is. He is the most amazing person I have ever met and I can't stop thinking about him. I have no idea how 2 people can find each other completely by chance and end up traveling to the same place on the same weekend and have everything be completely perfect... is it FATE? I'm betting on yes...

Monday, March 16, 2009

I never thought I'd say this....

...but I'm really burnt out on dating. Juggling three great guys is no easy task; well... no shit it's not. It's time for some "me time", more school time, some girl time even. This is just one of the many signs that tells me I wasn't born to be a Playa' or a P.I.M.P., despite what my friends at school say. I'm exhausted.

I've said it over and over again, I don't like playing the game; I would much rather be with one person, happily in a relationship with it's delightful blandness at times and predictability; I dig it. I've consistently been in relationships since I was 14, and it's just a hard habit to quit. Maybe that's my vice? With no drinking, drugs, or sex, I'm left with with boys and Coca Cola.... odd.

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Pat, I'd Like To Buy A Vowel...

I've said it before and I'll say it again, I've never had a horrible first date. It's what you make of it, and the weirder the better in my opinion. If you can entertain me for a few hours with whatever, then I'm fairly pleased. And last week, I had a doozy of a first date, and it can be summed up in three, loud, audience-screaming words: Wheel of Fortune!!!! O ya, I got a pat on the back by Pat Sayjak and I'm becoming increasingly jealous of Vanna White. It's like she gets to be Miss America every day of her life!

So who's the new guy, and what's his nickname? Let's spin the wheel to find out...

Pat Sayjak: The clue to the puzzle is "Famous Elton John Song".
Me: I'll spin the wheel Pat! Come on! Big money!!!
Pat: Alright you've got $500!
Me: I'd like a B!
Pat: Yes there's one B!........ (just play along and pretend that 5 TV minutes have gone by)
Me: I'd like to solve the puzzle.... Benny and the Jets?
Pat: That's correct!

He's a friend of an ex-friend, actually the friend of an ex-boyfriend. The situation could be sticky, but due to the fact that I now hate that ex and Benny and the Jets isn't close to him, there shouldn't be much of an issue. In any case, Benny and the Jets has only been in California for six weeks. He's an implant from Detroit/South Carolina. I'm his first date, and I have no clue how he'll top this one. He was funny and made me laugh, and I think that's the most important aspect of any date. The whole morning/afternoon was easy-going and hilarious, and he left me with a hug; quite the gentleman and obviously not from California. I was thrilled.

As I've said before, I don't particularly enjoy juggling men and dates, but, unfortunately, Ferrell doesn't want a girlfriend or a serious relationship right now, and although I'm doing quite well without a significant other myself, I would like to think that dating could lead to something more. Benny and the Jets could be something to hold on to. I suppose we will see.Who knows, maybe we'll go on The Price is Right next time and I'll win a lifetime supply of Cup of Noodles.

Monday, March 9, 2009

Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For..

Why is it that I, and most women can never be happy with the nice guy? He's sweet, thoughtful, isn't a jerk, but still just not the right fit. CBG is great, he really is... but he's not adding any flame to my fire. In fact, hes putting my fire out. I'm sorry, but i need excitement, butterflies, that feeling that you just can't wait to see him and hear what he has to say. CBG is just falling a bit...short, in more ways than one. I'll see how long I can go with it, but there is no hero in this comic book love story.

On another note, I had my first meeting with....lets call him Bro, because he was so bro. So listen, we all enjoy our fair share of sarcasm. But when it comes out with every single sentence, its a bit much. This kid was so annoying, I wanted to yell, just shut up already. I was shocked he was the one who suggested going to a museum for our date. Sorry Bro, no match here...


Monday, March 2, 2009

Meeting the Friends

The 'meeting of the friends' is usually reserved for a time after you have been on a few dates. But seeing as I don't do anything by the book... lets try on our 2nd date. CBG and I were supposed to have an evening to ourselves, dinner and possibly a movie. That all went to shit the morning of. You know there is nothing like getting up early to shave and really beautify and then having to reschedule the date you have been looking forward to all week. This put a funk in my whole day.

However, my friends/coworkers had planned for some after work cocktails.. so I thought I would partake. 4 margaritas later, I get a text that he's on his way, and he will have to meet all of my friends. Scary to some, maybe exciting to others. But I have to say CBG passed with flying colors, we closed the bar down and my friends loved him! A true test. We also had our first smooh that night, just fabulous.

Sidenote: bad breath can and will ruin that kiss you've been looking forward to all night