So C is in an on again/off again relationship...which sorta explains his myspace page. Supposedly, it is off and he has been having fantasies of me. I am going to meet up with him...if he shows up...on the 7th. We shall see. Won't be holding my breath. He wants a booty call pretty badly with ole Sassy gal. Bahahahaha!
Utenzi will be chomping at the bit to learn that C from last year popped back into my life last night via IM.
A brief history of C--younger guy, pharmaceutical sales, yummy looking, great listener, he had the distinction of the best first date I have ever been on. Then....he dropped the ball, stood me up, and I sent him a not so nice email about him wasting my precious time. Haven't heard hide nor hair of him since December/January. Viola! I wake up this morning to an IM from him. He sent it last night and I went to bed early to recover from the weekend shenanigans. So, I am not sure why he contacted me. Probably has hoped enough time has passed that I have forgotten/forgiven his asshole ways.
Does that warm your heart Utenzi? You were rooting for him for so long now...maybe the message was really from you????
I had a girl's nite out last night. It was probably the wildest time I have had. We did dinner + three bottles of wine. Then we moved to our favorite upscale bar so I could see my buddy Beasley the bartender and we could meet up with some of the crew from the local college hockey team. More specifically, we met up with Bryan.
Bryan is the marketing guy for the hockey team and we met at Pink in the Rink last weekend. He is a hottie and I have been talking about him with D all week. I was going to meet up with him Friday to listen to a band, but I chickened out. He was the only person I knew (barely knew) at the bar and I felt funny showing up alone. I didn't want him to think I was chasing after him. I found him attractive, but I was not in chase mode.
Anyway, Bryan was there with the assistant coach, his wife, and another woman. We couldn't figure out if Bryan was with Em. Turns out they are just friends. We bonded with the women and the coach told us Bryan would give us tickets to any hockey game we wanted. We left the upscale bar and headed to the Meat Market. Well, my gal-pals left me behind because Bryan, Em, and I were still talking. I finally made it over to the Meat Market for some beer and shots complements of our favorite surfer-dude bartender who gives us free drinks all night. Bryan showed up a while later. I am rather unclear on some aspects of the evening. I know Bryan and I made out at the bar. I know D & I kissed each other and then kissed Bryan at the same time. I know I got very very sick.
And who did the staff find to come take me home? Bryan! I was mortified, but he made sure that D and I made it home safely. Bryan and I didn't do much sleeping once arriving home. Three hours of very interesting sex. I think we finally collapsed about 6:30 this morning. Bryan really got turned on when he slipped his hand up my dress and I was sans panties (I didn't plan it that way. I actually tossed them in the trash at the club because they got on my nerves since they were uncomfortable...or I think that is why). Bryan said I was a fabulous kisser and very very sexy and very very good. Bryan was not trashed btw and at this point neither was I since I had tossed all my cookies earlier. We plan on seeing each other again. At last, a local guy who is smoking hot, smart, successful, interesting...and I didn't meet him on the internet.
The cop who stood me up twice continues to send me text messages to ask me what my problem is and why won't I reply and do I still want to go out with him.
Really? Really, he needs to send 16 text messages (all unanswered) to ask that? He can't figure out his role in my lack of response? He couldn't get a clue by the 2nd text message or third voicemail that I didn't respond to? Do men like this really think there are attractive women sitting at home just hoping and praying to be stood up yet again?
I am into my third week of the semester of school. It is a bit hard to refocus on tax law and fraud investigations, but I think that is because of all the distractions afforded me this summer. I am so obsessive about my grade point average and that B I got over the summer was a blow. So, I trotted down to B&N and got a school planner which I have been relatively good about using. Need to write a paper today on writing fraud investigation reports and plow through some law books. Guess I won't be trotting around some trendy bars tonight. It will take all day to get what I need done accomplished.
Charity begins at home:
Tomorrow I have the pleasure of helping with Pink in the Rink. It should be a lot of fun and I will be working with some great people.
Last night I attended an open house at a local charity that has been set up to aid women trying to overcome addictions. It was simply phenomenal to meet some of their success stories. It made me cry. I am going to work with them in whatever capacity I can in the coming year.
My dear friend lost something precious recently and I can only stand aside and watch her pain. I have felt a similar pain when I lost my baby. It seems so long ago and yet this brings those feelings rushing back in. The ache, the tears, the loss.
My situation is different in that I did not want another child and was not trying to get preggers in the first place. I lost the only child I would ever conceive. I think that is why I try to stay so busy because sometimes at night I can't stop thinking about what might have been...I imagine what it would have been to see my child grow up. I wonder if I should adopt. Then I get busy with school and clients and friends and dating and let that thought drift away on the wind until next time.
I know sure as the sun will come out that my dear sweet friend will conceive again. I also know that her little gift will not be replaced or forgotten. I wish I could give her advice or tell her that this too shall pass, but really it never does. You never forget the little life inside you and I don't want to.
What I want for Smug....to give her lots of love and hugs and comfort. The things that I really never got enough of when I lost my little one.
The ex-hub and I had to meet this weekend to finish up some business between us. We are on good terms and we get along well now that we are not living together. In fact, I would venture to say we are better friends now than we ever were during the marriage.
Our business was conducted at the DMV and involved transferring title to our respective vehicles. We just never got around to it until now. We must have worked with the DMV girl for about 20 minutes and we just chatted with each other and caught up on current events. Towards the end, the DMV girl looked at us both and asked, "You guys are getting a divorce?" I said, "No, we are already divorced." She shook her head and said, "I just can't believe it. You two seem perfect for each other and you get along so well." My reply was the same as the one I gave my divorce lawyer when she made the same observation, "It is easy to get along when you are no longer living with each other."
Ex-hub didn't look real well and I asked him about it. He has some fairly serious health issues including what looks like the start of the disease that caused his mother's death. I am worried about him and feel helpless all at the same time. I feel some responsibility towards him as all of his family is in the mid-west with the exception of our son (my stepson). He has no one to look after him should he end up in the hospital. No one to help him should he need to get to the doctor.
This makes me wonder...do we ever really cut the ties that bind?
I had this IM conversation today....people like this should be banned from computer usage:
WhackJob Asshole: hi sexy Sassy: hi WhackJob Asshole: i want to snuggle in the silk sheets with you WhackJob Asshole: it says on your message off to snuggle in the silk sheets Sassy: lol WhackJob Asshole: i am thinking about becoming a monk WhackJob Asshole: but then again i could not be a monk WhackJob Asshole: unless i was out in the middle of no where Sassy: i forget to take that down the silk sheets message on my status message WhackJob Asshole : thats ok Sassy: lmao WhackJob Asshole: ok whats the lmao for WhackJob Asshole: because i said thats ok Sassy :the monk thingy WhackJob Asshole: oh ok WhackJob Asshole: well you are late and behind the times It was less than a minute when I responded WhackJob Asshole: i said that a while ago Sassy: hmmph Sassy: I was on the phone WhackJob Asshole: you are always doing some thingthis is the 2nd IM chat we have had WhackJob Asshole: so why are you chatting with me if you are not interestedI am talking to you aren’t I? WhackJob Asshole: oh i for got you are from Virginiathat is relevant how??? Sassy : you lost me WhackJob Asshole: yes like usual WhackJob Asshole: its ok i am not into gamesReally? Must be some party going on inside that head WhackJob Asshole: good luck in your search and good luck finding what you are looking for WhackJob Asshole: i for got Virginia women play head gamesHave you taken your meds today? WhackJob Asshole : then again i dont think there are any real women in Virginiaand you are qualified to make this observation???? WhackJob Asshole: so please delete me from yahoodon’t worry it was done before you finished this sentence—you f*cking nut job...why would I want to chat with you again?
I have been using the Journal feature on OKCupid for the last week to test the waters. It is a mini-blog and an interesting thing has happened as a result: I am attracting bi-sexual men and women by the bus loads. I have not written anything on the subject in my journal and it is certainly clear by my posts what my preference is. I have communicated with a few of them because they are so interesting, but I wonder what the draw is.
Life is a journey....and I am riding the rollercoaster.
I met a guy. That is not extraordinary in itself. His name is Nick (my all time favorite name). He is beyond hot looking (black hair, chocolate eyes, toned body). He is part Italian and part Indian and that, my friends, makes for an incredible exotic look. He has a personality: he is kind, generous, thoughtful, witty. He was born in NJ, a few townships from me. He is very smart, well-spoken, can spell. The sexual attraction between us is of equal weight. The sheer beauty of his exquisite face takes my breath away. His voice makes me melt. His mind is amazing. He finds me entrancing and intriguing and confessed that he is smitten with me. He is mine for the asking (and ask I did). We live several hours apart and he shrugs it off with a "you are worth the travel time". He calls and IMs every day. He sends little thinking of you notes when I am not around.
To quote a line from the movie, Bringing Down the House, "The cool points are out the window and I'm all twisted up in the game."
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