So with all the texting we’ve been doing in the last week, B and I were finally able to agree on a date for a… date. We met up last night – and for once I was early. (Those who know me well know that when it comes to work, I run early. Way early. Annoyingly early. When it comes to my personal life, I tend to run late. For me, early would be getting somewhere on time. lol. However, in this case, early actually meant early – a first!) B took me to Portner’s for dinner, which was fab! We split a bottle of wine – also fab… If you’re a fan of Shiraz, try the Rosemount Estates Diamond Label one. Yum. And I’m not a big fan of the red wines. We drove around for a bit afterwards, ended up getting some beer (because I’m just so classy like that) and heading back to the hotel he was staying in. (Yes C, there was both SMTH and SMPlus going on… Just thought you’d want to know. Hee!) Anyways… to backtrack to before the return to the hotel – B couldn’t have been more of a sweet, kind, thoughtful person all evening. From the simple gesture of opening doors for me (always a way to win points with me – gallantry goes far in my book) to making conversation with our waitress about how to say things in Quechua. It was nice. It’s been a long time since I’ve been out with a guy like that.
So how do I feel now that it’s the next day? I’m not sure. I like him, surely, but he’s leaving in a few days to go back to LA. We’ll have to see how it all goes. Until we decide what’s going on (if anything), I’m going to still consider myself a free agent. Which is good, as I’ve met another guy who interests me. (I sound so bad writing that.) I blame those Rita Rocks shows – as that’s where I’ve met this one… and he’s declared himself a groupie of the band. 🙂 (Phyl, see what those shows do to me?? Hee!) D2 (as there is already a D) is cute, nice, not afraid to make an ass of himself on the dancefloor (not that he’s a bad dancer) – and best of all, called me "tiny"! Of course, he was talking about my height – I only come up to his nose in bare feet. But he still called me tiny and that wins major points. I ended up talking to and dancing with him for most of the night – he’s good to talk to. I basically got his entire story by the end of the night. lol. No digits were exchanged, but we will surely see each other at the next show.
Other stuff to update on? I can’t remember. Christmas was uneventful, which in my house is a good thing – so far my mother and I have gone two major holidays without a huge blowup… I believe that could be a record. Gifts were given, gifts were received… My boss ended up giving me the same pressie that I received from C a few weeks ago: a gift box from Aveda containing their Carribean Therapy set. It’s all good though. I love that scent. Apparently everyone I know seems to think I need some at-home pampering. New Years plans? None to speak of. I was going to try to hang out with my friend Chelsea, however, I was a bad friend and didn’t email her back. I finally did yesterday and proclaimed myself the loser friend of the universe and asked if she was still free… I totally understand if she found someone else to hang with – it did take me almost 2 weeks to respond… because I TOTALLY suck. So, right now, I’m probably going to hang at home. I know, exciting, no?
Okay, is it just me or does anyone else come up with these really fabulous posts in their heads and when it comes time to type them in, the post just isn’t there? That’s been happening to me lately… Granted, I’ve posted on here more recently than I have my other blog, but that’s neither here nor there. *rolling eyes* On my way home tonight I had a great post all planned out – then I get on here… and nothing. Grrrr. I hate that.
Anyways, I talked to B late last night. It was definitely good hearing his voice. He got into town yesterday and decided to call. During our conversation, he mentioned that he wanted to see where I work, so I gave him the address. Yup, he showed up today. Was I pleased? Quite. I’m not sure what I expected to feel or to happen when I saw him, but it was good. Very low-key, with a huge hug greeting. 🙂 (No C, there was no Smashmouth or Smashmouth Plus happening… I mean, I was at work! LMAO!) Anyways, he managed to charm the heck out of the girls at work and maybe even has his own fan club now. Hee! We’ve been texting all evening, trying to figure out when we’ll have a moment alone. Keep your fingers crossed that it works out!
A quick note: For those who may have noticed that there is a post missing from here, you’re right. (Not that I actually expected anyone to notice that, lol.) I decided to take the post down after some thought this morning. No big deal, I just thought I’d address it. 🙂
ETA: The term is "smashmouth", like the band, not "smashbox" like my one of my favorite cosmetic lines…. I told you my memory was shot! LOL! Hey, it was 1am or so… I clearly wasn’t thinking – of what I was posting, that is. 😉
I’m just not ready. Who do I need to talk to about this? For once I’ve gotten almost all of my shopping done – the important people – family and friends I will see on Christmas Eve/Day – are done, everyone else will just have to wait until the New Year. The tree was brought out (yes, I have an artificial one – hey, I can’t keep a plant alive, I can’t be expected to keep a tree alive) and assembled today. Decorating? Well, that’s another story. Usually, I am very into the whole Christmas season. I’m the girl who starts singing Christmas carols right after Thanksgiving and the holiday movies are generally on constant rotation throughout the holiday… and I’m the one who actually tries to stay up for all 24 hours of the A Christmas Story marathon on TBS (and yes, I know every damn word, lol.)… but this year, I’m just not feeling it. Not at all. Which worries me. The only Christmas CD that I’ve been playing is the Mr.Hankey’s Christmas Classics one from South Park. Which, as you may know, is probably the most irreverent Christmas CD ever. Which has matched my mood. Generally, by this time, I’ve at least started my Christmas baking and am frantically planning the last minute trips to the mall to get the gifts I may have forgotten. Christmas shopping , for me, has always been an enjoyable experience – and one I generally come out MUCH poorer from. I subscribe to the shopping plan of "one present for them, one present for me." This year, no. I went in, did my shopping and left. That’s a first. *sigh* I know, I should just suck it up and deal – I’ll catch up with the Christmas spirit – it’s just slightly worrisome to me that I have taken no pleasure from Christmas this year. I’ll get over it eventually. I just wish it were sooner than later.
On the guy front, B and I have been exchanging emails all week last week. He’s flying in Tuesday or Wednesday and we’re supposed to get together on either Wednesday or Thursday. We’ll see what happens. I will say that I get a bit
nervous giddy when I think about seeing him… that’s definitely a good sign. Maybe he’ll be the one to help get me in the Christmas spirit. 😉 He has mentioned that he’d like to see where I work, as I’ve talked about it a bit… we’ll have to see about that as well. He knows that I knit (that’s kind of hard to miss as my two email addresses both begin with variations on the word "knitgirl") and has said that he’d like to see something that I’ve made (note to self: must find where I’ve put that really cute sweater…). So, he’s already started off with some major brownie points. Of course, I look and feel like utter and complete crap. Maybe I’ll feel better later in the week. I certainly hope I do. He’s not gonna find a sneezing, sniffling, red nosed woman attractive at all. LOL.
Tell me, why is it that the CVS around the corner from my house has all sorts of OTC cold/allergy meds on their shelves and they have the condoms/other "family planning" items under lock and key? I noticed this last night while picking up a small truckload of meds to feel better, as I quite dislike feeling like shit. lol. I’ve noticed that in the various CVS and Target stores in the area that 90% of all allergy meds are now behind the pharmacy counter. I understand this logic (as annoying to me as it may be). But to keep condoms and the like away from people? Under lock and key? That is freakin’ ridiculous. (Of course, that might explain why the neighbors’ teen got knocked up. No access to preventative measures. And stupidity. Hmmm… Maybe CVS needs an object lesson?)
Just wanted to put that out there… Any opinions?
Hmmm… so one of the mystery men decides to call me tonight at work. After I post that mini-rant yesterday. Coincidence, no? Just very interesting. Unfortunately, no good news for me. Apparently he’s back with his girlfriend. They "worked things out" over the holidays. While I’m a little disappointed, I’m not surprised. Oh well, I let him know that it doesn’t have to be about the snogging factor and we can be friends. Do I expect to hear from him again? No, not really. Will I run into him again? Probably, since we share a couple of the same friends. What I will miss is the snogging. 😦 Oh well, there are other boys out there for that. Hee!
I admit that freely. I mean, I’ve watched too much my whole life – in addition to all the time my parents devoted in reading to me, I think all those hours of watching Sesame Street and Mister Rogers helped me learn to read as early as I did. So, really, is it any surprise that I watch too much now and let myself get obsessed over certain shows?
That being said, I’ve been rewatching seasons 1-4 of the Gilmore Girls to prep for season 5’s release next week. (I love getting stuff from Amazon… but that’s another thing altogether. Hee.) In all that rewatching time, in addition to getting some good knitting time in, I’ve come to two conclusions: that I completely and totally agree with Crazy Aunt Purl on her WWLGD stance and that I want a Luke Danes all of my own. Not Scott Patterson (although, I so wouldn’t say no to him either, lol), but Luke. You know, that really nice (if a bit crabby) guy that’s handy and really knows how to make a girl fall for him, just by being him. So, if anyone knows of a Luke Danes out there, tell him I’m accepting applications. Must be handy – chuppah building skills not necessary, but are a definite plus. LMAO! 😉
Yeah, if you couldn’t tell, I’m a bit annoyed with the man situation right now. Damn, I must be if I’m looking at a fictional character and thinking that he’s the ideal man. After talking with Lara – and agreeing that boys are stupid – I’m beginning to think that it’s genetically programmed in men to just not call – or return calls. It’s not just E, it seems to be every guy I know takes forever and a fucking day to get back to me, if they do at all. I mean, really… what the fuck? Didn’t their mamas teach them simple manners? Grrrr. You know, it really does feel good to vent about it to the internets! 🙂
Oh, and on the venting – let me just remind the DC metro area driving public: while speed limits are just suggestions, STOP SIGNS definitely are not. Generally they are placed there for a reason. You know, so you don’t kill someone… oh, like me! I don’t give a flying fuck if you’ve been stopped at the stop line for for-freakin-ever because the person in front of you stopped way past the sign. That does not constitute stopping and doesn’t mean that you can immediately go when the car in front of you moves – more than likely, you’ll end up almost hitting the person who actually has the right-of-way. Like me! Twice. Fuckers. When you do it, don’t start screaming out the window how DC drivers don’t know how to drive. Let me put it to you this way: babe, I grew up in the area. I’ve been driving these roads since I was 16. The only moving violations I’ve had all had to do with speeding. (You know, that whole "speed limits are a suggestion" thing.) I know how to stop. In fact, I actually had stopped – way before you did. I’d bet you money that you haven’t had as much experience on these roads as I have. So just shut the fuck up. Trust me, if you end up hitting me, I’ll slap a lawsuit on you before you can squeak out the name of your insurance company. End of rant. (Really, I’m not a huge, complaining bitch all the time. I’ve just had a day today.)
To lighten it up a bit (from Crazy Aunt Purl, as Laurie tagged the planet for the cheesy internets quiz):
TEN random things you might not know about me.
1: I am a complete klutz. I trip over anything, including air.
2: Every year, I make a decision to get all organized. It lasts maybe a month.
3: I’ve been engaged three times. I’ve been married zero times. You do the math.
4: I love to try new crafts, but generally find that I have no talent for it. (Yet I can knit!)
5: I used to sing and was halfway decent.
6: I also wanted to act. I went on local auditions for things and found that I hated the disappointment. (No, I was never cast in anything.)
7: I have almost no willpower.
8: I am allergic to almost everything, including my cat. Do I care? Not really.
9: I have never been out of the country. Even to Canada or Mexico.
10: I can drink many tequila-based drinks with little to no after-effects the next day.
NINE places I’ve visited
1: Los Angeles
4: Oklahoma City (aren’t y’all jealous??)
8: New York City
9: New Orleans
EIGHT ways to win my heart
1: Make me laugh. Really laugh.
2: Bring or send flowers occasionally. Cheesy, I know, but it works for me.
3: Hold my hand or put your hand on my lower back while we’re out. It’s affectionate, but not overly so.
4: Show interest in my knitting. 🙂
5: Remember some little detail I mentioned ages ago and impress me with your knowledge of me.
6: Honesty. ‘Nuff said.
7: Embrace the roller-coaster that is me.
8. Take me to a hockey game. Or two. Or a whole season.
SEVEN things I want to do before I die
1: Go on a cruise.
2: Have a little yappyass purse dog. (Okay, I left that one from Laurie, but I want one too!)
3: Travel the world.
4: Find "the one". Doesn’t matter if I marry him or not, I just want to find him.
5: Fit into those skinny jeans that sit on my closet shelf.
6: Hook up with Jeff Halpern. (Okay, those who know me KNOW that I couldn’t leave that out!)
7: Win the lottery.
SIX things I’m afraid of
1: My parents getting sick.
2: Bugs of all kinds – with the exception of butterflies and ladybugs.
3: Needles. (Yet I have a tattoo. Explain that.)
4: Jack Daniels and Grand Marnier. Seperately, of course.
5: The Bridget Jones fear of dying alone, being eaten by an Alsatian (did I spell that right?).
6: Way too realistic dolls – they creep me out.
FIVE things I don’t like
1: Having to wear a bra all-the-fucking-time.
2: People who are just plain mean for the sake of being mean.
3: Cheese. (I know, sacrilege, right? I like it on some things, but in general, no.)
4: Stuffing. There’s no way in hell that I touch that at Thanksgiving.
5: That I can’t buy any pretty bras at Victoria’s Secret.
FOUR ways to turn me off
1: Don’t listen to me.
2: Lie to me.
3: Chew tobacco. I don’t care if you smoke (because, hello, that would be hypocritical!), but chewing that shit disgusts me.
4: Be mean – to humans or animals – just to be mean.
THREE Things I do everyday
1: Drink coffee.
2: Wear jeans.
3: Spend way too much time on the internets.
TWO things that make me happy
1: Appreciation. That’ll keep me going for days.
2: Special smiles.
ONE thing on my mind right now
1: If I’m going to have the same weird dream I had last night.
Who am I tagging on this? Well, anyone who hasn’t already seen this on Laurie’s blog. 🙂