car guy date day

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Sooooo on my walk to the East Village… I run smack into? Car-guy. I mean literally as I’m walking down we run right into each other. He had been running, which was funny to me in a way since I’d only ever seen him after working out. What a strange way to meet. again! We confirmed our plans for a couple hours later and we were off!

THAT put a huge smile on my face and actually made me miss the one errand I had to do before looking at an new apartment to move into. I mean I was holding the bag with the shoes I had to return as sprinkles of water touched my flushed cheek blushed with excitement of seeing him a few hours later… AND I was still holding the bag after walking from West to East. Totally side tracked and completely forgetful.

I walk out of my apartment hunt and head on down to meet him… seeing a text “Is 1145 suitable?” SURE! 15 minutes later? no big deal!! I can walk back to the store and return the shoes 🙂 I give him and call and he says he’s about 5-9 minutes away in a cab. Which is only a little weird since it would only take him 30 to walk the distance anyway. Whatever. So… NOW we agree to meet in Union Square instead in 10 minutes. WELL? I get there in 5 walking. Return the shoes in another 7, walk back upstairs? And he’s still not there.  “Where you at?” is my response to his “sorry” text. “Did you get lost? (wink face) “Chicken out?” “Repelled my Union Square?” I continue. “Fall in a manhole? “Haha 17th and union sq” he replies. Get out there and I’ll meet ya. Sitting on the Union Square steps in front of the horse. So… only about 30 minutes late and having to call me since he could remember what I looked like, I guess? we sat on the steps with drips of rain dampening our plan of walking the city.

He said he had high hopes of a blanket with wine to picnic (which I don’t know if I buy, exactly). Our jokes were timed well, comfortably uncomfortable flirting and blushing. He spoke to my dad on the phone as he was sitting there while I talked to him making plans for his arrival next weekend. Then a couple of phone calls I had and a few texts he returned.. we walked through the park to bench it and complete our business when the sweeeeet smell of fresh poop wafted in. Being polite, he sniffed around to make sure it wasn’t me as I pointed to the mound in the shape of a large rat sat across from us next to a man that may have been homeless? Car-guy thought didn’t notice it until we walked by flinching at the size and texture of the “human quality”. The disheveled man jumped back when he took notice as well and Car-guy and I ran with that one for most of the rest of the day.

He took me on a stroll through the Village dismantling his 1st thought of French Macaroons in the UES. (I’ve been to Lauderie alreay both in Paris AND last week with a friend who was as equally obsessed and salivatory , if that’s a word? but if a guy makes a plan, even a bit of thought… I’m gonna let him think that its the BESTest most original plan ever, especailly if he’s excited about it). Soooo.. Joe’s Pizza it is! Have I been? Sure, years ago. Is this my first time THIS TRIP to NYC? YES! First time! And I enjoyed my slice there more than Bleeker Street Pizza, our 3rd stop, which I’ve also been but never with car-guy… soooooo… it was also a first! We DID wander in for a beer at a bar in-between because of the 3 piece band and sweet 40’s tunes.

Desperately seeking out this tiny bakery in the Village that displays columns of cookies in the window, we set out on our next phase. Peering through a shops’ window, gay Thug porn titles were everywhere which enhanced our attraction in a way to each other or “comfort” in open speech. Stopping on a stoop for a spell of word exchange his mom is a teacher, dad was a firefighter but died when he was young, sister has a new baby… he suggested swimming at the Gansevoort or a nap at either of out places. We both had a few more hours of free-time before he had a dinner and I was to meet a friend. The swim was turned down for “woman reasons”, which he was impressed by my eluding honesty so my mailbox was our next in line.

Failed bathroom attempt and a few more yawns we plopped down on a bench in front of a coffee shop next to my mailbox in the W.Village. I sat behind him resting my chest to his back and he was out! Body twitching, slight snores and head bopping. My legs crossed slept my right lower leg and bent my back a bit. LITERALLY fell asleep ON me. Broad daylight. People walking past, stepping over him as they grabbed a cuppa. 20 minutes later. “That’s a skill”, he said, “to make people feel so relaxed. I can’t believe how much better I feel. Did I snore? I fell asleep!” I know. Your body twitched and made deep breaths but you were good”, I replied . I guess it is a “skill” of sorts, though there are few men that I’m around that don’t fall asleep on me and I’m not sure what that really says about me?   I have a chair back in LA that is for sleeping. It’s so overly comfortable that whoever sits in it, falls asleep. I LOVE IT!!

Within 5 minutes of him waking he was like a different person! Almost spooked in a way? “Gotta go!” “I want to grab a cuppa hot chocolate, you can walk me there” I said, a bit perplexed. He seemed spooked. He agreed to walk me, did not buy me my cuppa, used the bathroom and we were on our way into a cab back up town. Now, I’m not a huge fan of cabs and since he was late on account of the traffic, which I’m not totally buying but let slide since he said he took one so he’s be early for me. I wanted to be early for you, I’m sorry I was late. I really did want to be early or at least on time”. Suddenly he had to grab the keys to his car, go back to the W. Village, move the car, go to the UES to pick up some signs for his weekend trip to drop off the car again and get ready for his dinner. Where did this all come from?? In his head while he slept on my chest? It was so abrupt! Talking about how some girl squished some special hats when she mailed them from Brooklyn.. it was a flip of focus in a way. From me to… anything but! And in the beginning… this is our FIRST meeting, really, spending time in front of each other.. no matter how comfortable you are. We’ve really JUST MET! Pretend you’re interested all the way through to the end. OR OK! Don’t do that but whatever happened… that was weird!

We shared a cab which he was going to drop me first but since I didn’t want to be in the cab I went the few extra blocks to his destination thinking I’ll go run some more errands and walk back. He was so flustered, he almost had me pay for the cab. NOW from my previous experience… thought I paid for the beer since it was cash only and he paid cash for the pizza… I was NOT paying for the cab! Nor should I ever pay for the cab until we have been dating for a period of time in which will not come up before I go back to LA next month!

do I say next? did I misjudge this 31 year old? Maybe just that? Maybe just too young for me or just not the right fit? who knows… Just a weird ending and an awkward hat in the way cheek kiss… and separate ways. poof!

Car-Guy preview

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I’m kinda liking what little I know about him. I DID find out that he’s a do-gooder; started an organization to help underpriveledged youth through a Basketball program. NOT an actor 🙂

He’s super interested in me and hey, to be honest… that’s a refreshing feeling. The chase. The anticipation. The excitement of actually sitting face-to-face tomorrow after what seems like an excrutiating amount of time… all of 3 day ago when we had our street-meet. Either he’s really young or just THAT into what he thinks, the built up idea of me. we really didn’t have more than a 7 minutes conversation under some scaffolding.

He’s growing on me. 🙂

 

Wet Fridays… gloom or glee?

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As I walked around the city today a feeling of lonely isolation mixed with open communication. Weird. I took a walk and shared a seat for an afternoon break with the girl I bought a jacket from at a consignment store. She’s a dancer, moving to Ireland to pursue her dreams with her boyfriend in tow as a “keeper” and “life-partner”. A 28 yr old with a great head on her shoulders and a vested interest in her happiness.

I was slightly uncomfortable inside with an ease swarming around. It was a strange place to find myself as I waited for her to take her break watching the rain come down outside. What was I feeling? Why was it uneasy? I guess the thoughts of Bra-Girl came up… After all, a connection is just that.. a moment shared between one another.

We sat in the coffee shop on 7th speaking of yoga, grocery Co-ops, dance, architecture, travel and life. It was a nice respite from the solo walking day I was encountering already. The half hour was up and we exchanged info and split ways and with my new jacket and umbrella in hand I set off to the East Village in search of this Chinese shop she suggested for a fastener for the new purchase. I popped into a few shops, grabbed a water break and searched for a place to recharge my phone. Another disconnect of sorts to be without phone battery. No way to get in touch even if I had people to be in touch with.

After being kicked out of Best Buy, I found myself on the stroll again. Silent sprinkles forced me under cover, further isolated from the world. It was a muggy rain so plastic boots, a rain coat in one hand, new light jacket and umbrella in the other I covered my head to keep the mane tamed.

From East to West I wandered, checking my phone from time to time to see if anyone was reaching out or responding to my attempts. Knowing only a handful of people in a new cityspace has advantages and opposite depending on the moment. This was not a time I was looking to make new friends though the idea of siting at a table all alone was not appealing for a Friday night. I was full of energy in my body but in a bubble as well. So how do I get myself out of this mood??? Find a crowded place and sit next to someone. The energy of a place alone will shift mine and since I’m not shy.. a conversation may be in the future.

Otto Enoteca Pizzeria  on 8th st/5ht Ave was the destination. Though my stomach didn’t want Italina in the slightest, I’d walked by this place too many times to not pop in. It was chalk full of smiles, wine and a bar for me to set my sights upon. Unfortunately there were no seats for me so the host was going to seat me alone. 45 minute wait to sit alone in a crowded happening Mario Batali New York restaurant on a fall Friday night. Um… sushi. There was an all you can eat sushi place a few blocks and at least if I was going to sit alone I could be at a window and really be alone. Boooo. This was not my idea of fun in the city that never sleeps.

A nice looking guy standing behind me was also waiting for a table and suggested that I join him and his sister so as not to dine alone. Oooo… THIS could be interesting. some guy and his sister, which may or may not be interested in having some strange woman take up space at her table. Thanking him, I got myself a drink and offered one for him as well. He declined. I had still not made up my mind. sitting at a table with strangers? Brother and sister strangers? Well…

She arrive and introduced herself, he had explained to her I MAY be joining them and she seemed wonderfully nice. Dressed up and energetic… I gave it a go. He paid for the drinks and we were off to share space.

He was wonderfully kind at times, complimenting his sister and her accomplishments and others pushy, driven and outspoken as he checked out women walking by. He doesn’t like to ask questions as the “middle” child states, “people will tell you what they want you to know”. This is good advice, I guess, though recently I have been making a point to ask questions of others so they are not always directed at me.

She’s just out of med school, a pediatric doc and he’s in finance. I didn’t delve as that’s all he gave me. They went to the same college and grew up just outside of the city with an older brother. She comes in to stay on his air bed and he wouldn’t have it any other way as she’s his best friend. Now THAT was super sweet. He held her drink when we walked to the table, her umbrella outside, paid the bill and was as proud as someone could be for a loved one. ALL wonderful qualities with Blue eyes and height to match.

She texted me both their info as we walked outside and he said “now you know 2 more people in the city.. almost doubled your ratio”.

I texted her back and FB requested, today, thanking her for allowing me to crash the party and I left him a VM, also thanking, and then asking to take him out for a thank you drink. Maybe I’ll hear back.. maybe timing was more than we think.

thanks for allowing me some company New York City peeps!!

LA – Sound Engineer Guy.. in my head!!

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ahhhhhhhhhhh!! Why do I have to crush on the ones that aren’t worth it? The ones that disappoint? Why can’t I stop thinking of him..wondering… What the Fuk is his deal?? He knows we communicate well.. texting, talking… face to face; we’re attracted to each other; we get along and enjoy each other’s company while understanding each other.!!! WHY does this NOT interest him enough to “get on the ball”?? ARGHHHH!

I say “cancel” when random thoughts pop in my head. ANDfull body, “NEXT!!” when they are repetitive… I don’t get why guys are soooo dumb sometimes!!

Old School Dimples-guy

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That was actually really nice. I’ve a smile in my cheek and his scent still circling my taste buds.

19 years ago I date a guy 9 years my elder. What was he thinking praying on young innocent, naive barely legals? The nerve!! He had the blue-est pools, a thick dark mane and dimples that touched each other on the palate. I was a smitten mess…if you enjoy tall, dark and handsomely sexy. We shared a passion for the arts and each other until the bubble burst when he slept with a “friend of mine” I can’t remember if we were still dating or he had ended it first but fucking a girl I hung out with… was not cool!! So… I slept with his bestie.. even-steven, so there.

We’ve run into each other at appointments or grocery stores in the neighborhood in the last 7 years but nothing ever came of it. Until today? Apparetly the “timing wasn’t right” was his excuse when he challenged me with the “what are you thinking” game. I said that we’d run into each other throughout the years so… why now? We recalled a moment at the grocery store and another when he was asking me out but I wasn’t responsive to it? “Oh, when you were texting me asking to watch a game and I said that I’d rather talk on the phone to which you said, ‘I’m not asking you out!” That time? I guess there was some miscommunication so I erased the number and that was that. He said he had wanted to ask me after an event  we both attended but there wasn’t any sign of interest. So I guess the timing wasn’t right.

So tonight after he followed though with the phone calls, texts and emails; after driving halfway further than he needed to pick me up for dinner,  we sat face to face. I’m not sure we ever dined 19 years ago.. ever! Tonight he opened my doors, served my spinach, put his arm around me and listened to my yarns spin. He’s as attractive as all get out and still gets my blood boiling.

I asked him in to check out my crash pad where I’m staying for the next few days before heading back to NYC. He had asked to walk me in.  Almost calm he stood near the bedpost of the studio apartment before slightly shyly sitting, not facing me on the couch. I was leaned in and he was facing out. Cute! He gave himself a tour or the space then  got stood up to leave and drew me in close. BAM!

Our bodies pressed together in a familiar unfamiliarity. Our lips met. Our eyes locked then closed. I thought this was going to be the goodnight kiss and he’d be out of here in a flash. Nope, not the case! He pushed me down on to the bed within arms reach and laid upon me body. We moved into a rhythm that was easy to get to coming up for air and the occasional words. “I wasn’t sure if we’d still have chemistry” he said. In a flip my bra was undone and hands found there way across my warm skin. “Is this really happening?” I thought at one point. “Why is he here? What does he want?” were fleeting thoughts. I felt more power than the last go-around so many years ago. We remember things about each other and our pasts together as well as apart but have lived a lifetime a gape. Does this hold a future? Why the connection when I’m leaving town this weekend?

He left his smell on my skin while the clothing remained intact.

 

 

reliving old ghosts

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I feel like I’m calling in my past heartaches at the moment… only a few but enough.

Last week Isaw my ex-boyfriend when he shoed up at my grandma’s memorial. It was a familiar delight to wrap my arms around him. We broke up over 4.5 years ago and with his girlfriend of about a year and a half… we don’t talk much, though he’s always in my heart! Sooooo Much, so much 🙂

A could days ago I spent a drunken evening with my heartache from last fall where we actually got a bit physical after a few too many bourbons. We finally got to feel what kissing each other would be like and I think we both kinda liked it, as the song goes.

And then the blast from the very distant pass of a half a life ago still to sit face to face after all these years!

Why are they coming for me or better yet, why am I calling them into my life? 

I’m going back to NYC at the end of the week and maybe it’s to lock the doors that have been shut for all this time? OR to open the peephole to allow for some light? Could be just coinscience, I guess? I know better than that, though. Maybe it’s just so I can write a new post 🙂 It’ll come to me, I”m sure… It usually does.

Pool Table-guy, Old School…

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Tomorrow I’m going to dinner with a guy a dated almost half my life ago. AND… I’m a little nervous about it.

Back then he prayed on younger college girls, being 9 years my senior. I had such a crush until either he slept with the “super-slut” or within a week of breaking up he was nailing the super-slut, formerly my friend of convenience, I think I blocked it out.

We’ve seen each other a few times in the last few years as we’re in a similar vocation and for a while lived in the same part of town. About 7 years ago we ran into each other at a Trader Joes and he barely said “hello”. A couple of years later.. at the same TJ’s he was a bit smitten walking me through the isles. a could years further still we ran into each other at a mutual appointment when he asked me for my phone number after whispering in my ear, “when I see you I can only think of pool tables”. OK.. now this stuck me funny because we obviously had a completely different idea of what happen that night so many years before.

I was 19 and he was 28. He was working at a Billiards Hall in Hollywood. My dad would go away every other weekend or so and I was still living with him. My dad said, “now I know that you’re going to have “pool-table guy” spend the night but we need to have some ground rules! You can’t have sex in my bed nor my bathtub.” Fair enough.. So when “pool-table guy” was about to leave his shift I called his work and asked him to bring some beer. I was 19 and didn’t really drink beer so when he asked me what kind I replied “Pacifico” since that was what I drank the year before on my Senior trip to Mexico and it was all I knew the name of.

While he drove over to Tarzana from Hollywood, I prepared… I put on my Halloween costume from the year before which was a homemade cigarette girl equipped with a hand-dyed lace bustier and tiny mesh skirt, fish nets, red garder belt, a black choker, candy apple lipstick and 5 inch stilettos. I placed rose petals from the garden as a path to follow the note that said, “Find me” from the front door through the entry passing by the kitchen to  pick up the beer glasses, then continuing to the sliding frosted glass double doors where he would find a very sexy, nervous, dry-mouthed, body shaking, almost nauseous young lady that wanted her pool-table fantasy fulfilled. I wanted nothing more than to have him throw open those double doors see me, lift me up and push me over the wood rails while kissing my passionately. closing my eyes as his lips grazed my neck, my body screaming for his hands to find their way to the heat.. uncontrolled and inhibited he would thrust himself on top of me as the balls scattered seeking shelter, and a few points, in the nearby pockets as my hands held tight to the leather as my fantasy became reality. A night to remember…

What really happened? He walked in with the glasses and beer, saw me in my outfit, asked me “what’s all this?” I answered as sexy as my heart pounding would allow… “I thought we could play some pool”… AND… we did! We played pool! I played pool in my 5 inch stilettos which were too tall for me to bend over and get a good shot. Fantasy… STILL NOT fulfilled!! We did end up taking a bath in my dad’s tub and having sex in his bed where “pool table-guy” said to me, “I want to hear you cum!” After that night… I practiced making noises while I masturbated alone.

SO.. I’m not sure what HIS recollection of that night was… but for me? It was not my best moment!

And here we are all these years later and somehow Facebook connected us even after the last “try” a few years ago when he took my number and after a few texts and me asking to talk on the phone instead of communicating via disconnected, distant texts trying to make half-assed plans.. he replied “I’m not asking you out on a date, you know?” so his number was erased.

Now.. thanks, FB, I donated a few bucks on Kickstarter to a project he’s working on and my being “funny” maybe a bit flirty.. We’re going out tomorrow night. I had asked if my donation would give me a tax deduction, he responded that I would get “karma points”. I said I’d take it along with a big ‘ol thank you wrapped up in baby blues and dimples for days.” He asked for dinner sometime and set in Sharpie.. we are here!

I know I can’t really bring up the past in this encounter… maybe some day… but I DO wish I knew what his side of that night was.. and if it was really that great… why’d he sleep with the “super-slut”?

Italian Restaurant Owner Guy run in..

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Weirdly, I have been trying to find Jack’s Coffee on 10th street ever since I walked by a few weeks before almost as an obsessive game. If I walk from East to West it’s there but from West to East.. I get confused and end up on the wrong street. Every Time! I was nearing stay’s end and destined to find it. Today’s the DAY!

Carefully I paid attention to my each and every turn and mistakenly passing Joe’s, again, which is a lovely spot on 12th and Gay. I’ve been there a bunch and the staff is as wonderfully bold as the coffee but today I wanted to find Jack’s.

Turning the corner on 6th Ave making my way North something seemed familiar. I found my way to 10th street, which is the street I began on in the first place, and right smack a few feet from the corner… JACK’s!!!

Disheveled from a challenging yoga class, sweaty walk and an extra added bonus of the pimple I so lovingly oozed til it bled,  I found my way inside and right smack in front of Italian Restaurant Guy. Today WAS the day, I guess. My heart stopped for a second realizing the mess I was standing in front of him. He looked up from his shared table “Hello”, he smiled. “Hello”, I replied and asked if he was feeling better, rested and as I stood at the counter to grab my coffee… My heart melted for a second. Was he standing to give me seat? I didn’t want that. I’d rather he was sitting in front of me…the showered beautiful me rather than the mangled, smelly after yoga me.

This all had to be a sign. Why else would the one day I actually found the coffee joint be the one day I see him again? Coincidence? Maybe but I think not… destiny? Perhaps…

He walked me to the corner making small talk and the he rode off on his bike dreading the truck he was renting in Brooklyn since he’s a self-proclaimed BAD driver!

Maybe our paths will cross again some time soon. He didn’t ask for my number or to stay in contact… Maybe I’m nuts! OR just optimistic? Time will certainly tell as life is as it is and not what you hope it will be? Oh, bullshit… I want what I want! And he’s dreamy to me 🙂

Shakespeare-guy goodbye?

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So yesterday I received an text from Shakespeare asking if “hey I haven’t heard from you in a while are still on for tomorrow?” Really??? Are we on for tomorrow’s show, where I introduce you to a friend of mine after not fearing from you all week following a brief TEXT exchange 2 days after our date. NO, we are NOT on for tomorrow, Asshole!! Of course, I didn’t respond with such honesty.. No… I chickened out and erased many of the original reactive responses ending up with.. “Sorry. No phone yesterday. No, I hadn’t heard from you all week so I made other plans.”

NOW, why did I have to lie about the phone? Well, the truth??  It made me sound better (or appear as if it sounded better) for not responding quicker since that was today and not within the “appropriate time-frame” for text etiquette. Why the struggle? Why care so much about what others think about me? I wish I didn’t feel so sensitive about it or could let go of the expectation or need to feel perfectly well-liked. I’M WORKING ON IT!!! the need to be more genuine and honest for me in my life!1 It’s not the way I’ve lived the last 37 years though the change is necessaary for me to live a more authentic truth. HIS response was “The phone works both ways, C-I’m confused with what happened with us?” ” NOW of course, placing the blame of the contact on me is NOt going to put me in a good place to start.

With my heart racing, anger building.. I take a breath and erase the first 5 notes I begin to text. I end up with… “When you have some time give a call and we can discuss as I’m sure there’s some confusion on both sides”. Breathe! An hour and a half later, I get a call from him, which I missed as I was out and about doing my thing. I called him back while I sat getting a free Mani after stumbling into heaven set for me only 4 days before my bday.. yea! Now I know full well that he is at work and from our last conversation, I found out that he doesn’t enjoy talking on the phone especially while AT work, which I can understand so after getting his VM since he has no reception in the office, I’ve decided to wait until he’s done before I try again. NOW this buys me some time, of course.. AND sitting in Bryant Park during coffee-happy-hour, sitting with a friend to hold ourselves accountable and actually do work, together, seems to be doing the job. It’s practicing the philosophy that I learned or am adopting into my routine is that of NEXT!

A healer-type person I see (energy chiropractor, dealing with energies and the central nervous system NSA and SRI-more on that another time) bestowed wisdom upon me which I have passed along to many following myself more times than not, right now, even though the “change” is sometimes a guttural struggle. She said to me, “think of dating as if you were clothes shopping. when you go to the store and walk up to the dress rack or the shirt/blouse rack you stand in front of it and with one hand you physically move along through the selections… ‘Next, Next, Next!’ If I gained 10 lbs, if I lost 5 lbs, if the buttons were different, the hem length, the color.. Next, Next, Next… If it was less money, a different color, the material was softer, too light, to heavy, Next, Next.. if I got it altered, if I altered myself, Next, NEXT, NEXT!!! NOW, think of it as if you had 30 minutes to get into the store, find the rack, try it on, pay and get on the road… You don’t have time to get it altered, alter yourself, change the color, price, collar or waste time contemplating whether it will fit better when you get it home, right? You move on! Most of the time you don’t think back on it in a day or two and if you do, maybe it’s still there and maybe not but for THIS event “your life” it has to fit for you in the moment, today! As IS! and if not… then… NEXT~! Move on and find one that does! NOW, this philosophy works it terms of dating, not as a superficial tool because nothing is going to be perfect but it has to work now, as is, for who you are, I am, we are and if not… no hard feelings, really. Nothing taken personally. It just doesn’t work, right now! Move on, NEXT!! I feel like I’m getting it more and more each time I move past, refuse to dwell or wonder what I’ve done or could have done, or why they didn’t or I didn’t feel the fit. Change is as easy as we allow it to be and in this moment.. I am looking to change myself to find a more relaxed, calm, happy me. For me and with me.

hang up or hang out

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Not in the mood today to get hung up on! Toes guy has “extenuating circumstances” and was out last night with a friend instead of seeing me. Fine!! Just don’t keep dropping the call b/c you’re in the Vineyard with your “extenuating circumstances” and feel offended when I didn’t know you were coming so I didn’t make plans to see you and when you say you want to meet up with me… THEN make plans with someone else and think it’s OK to treat me like I’m second!! I will not act favorable to this treatment. and you will not be on top of the list of preferences to hang out with when I DO have time. I’m tired of being treated second and I think it’s getting to me today!! Received an email from Shakespeare asking how my new place was treating me, a text from Bra-girl asking about my move and I don’t really care for the last way I was treated by either of them so I’m not as excited to respond. To get hung up on, whether it’s the service or not??? THIS is NOT the DAY~ the anger pours out of me today!! And the hot chocolate and the energy session, gyrontronics class and walk in the cold rain just opened me up for vengeance! Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!! My bday is next week and I can’t see that I want too many people around me at this point! tomorrow is a new day and everything is possible!! OH- and got another text from Gumba-guy

imagejpeg_3.jpg with the message: Here Chrissi try this. Good for ass itch. I use it all thhe time.

 

WTF??? Who the F is Chrissi and WHY does he still have my number??