March 6, 2011
I don’t know where to start! Last year, I met my current boyfriend, JP, at a bar. My friend, Anna, and I were having a girl’s night out. We went from one nightclub to the next. Anna, became a little too intoxicated at Club Couture (what a bad name for a club!), so I suggested we head to Bar XV where my friend Renz was working as a DJ. We could sit down and give her time to sober up and I could go visiting Renz.
As soon as we headed closer to Bar XV, we realized that it was completely packed with people. We were there already, so we decided to stay to make the most of it. I found Renz spinning in the back of the dance area, so I quickly went up to the booth and gave him a quick hello and hug, while Anna went to get some water and to hopefully find a seat.
Luckily, Anna did find seats towards the end of the dance area. We just sat there, looking out at the gyrating dancing crowd and chit chatting about how drunk and happy she was feeling. As we were looking out at the crowd, I noticed this guy walking around and he noticed me.
After a few rounds around the dance floor, he finally stopped by my seat, and I will forever remember what he said to me, because I found it completely pompous yet hilarious at the same time.
“I noticed you were looking at me.”
I sort of laughed to myself and thought, “Oh, boy. This guy seems a little overly confident.”
So I responded with, “YOU were looking at me, too.” After that, we delved into a conversation, which I actually don’t remember, but I remember that the conversation we had made me like him right off the bat.
At some point, I remember looking at Anna and she looked a little tired, so I asked her if she was ready to go. She nodded. So, I quickly looked at JP and said, well, I need to go and explained to him that Anna was tired.
He gave me a “What-should-I-do-right-now” look. It was quite adorable, so I gave him a hand and I-overly-confidently-said, “This is where you ask for my number.” He fumbled for his phone and quickly took my number.
After Anna and I left the bar, I told her that I was not expecting him to call or text and that I had never told a guy that “This is where you ask for my number.” It was a gander. It felt weird and I had no idea why I said it!
Well, the next day JP texted me. I had forgotten that he mentioned working at an event for his father’s marketing company as a photographer and he had actually invited me to stop by. I didn’t go, but he did ask me if I wanted to meet up at the beginning of the week…
Unfortunately, I ended up canceling on him and rescheduling our meet up to the weekend. I mean, I was busy! Okay, not really, but I was sort of busy enjoying my life being unemployed and all. I was going out during the daytime and going to different restaurants, during the night I was out with friends and going to restaurants. Haha! Surprising that I didn’t gain too much weight from eating out so much. Of course, this didn’t last once my severance ran out…
Well, I’ll save our first date story for another time! I hope you all have had a wonderful weekend!
New Adventures, New Beginnings, and New Dreams
February 26, 2011
Hello! I’m back! It’s been well over a year and a lot has happened. Well, lets catch up:
I became unemployed for one year. It wasn’t as tough at first, because I was having fun traveling a bit while using a lot of my severance package. Unfortunately, that ran out, so I had to live a humbler lifestyle.
I met someone new and started a wonderful relationship with him, only to break up and get back together again. I’ll go into this story in another post!
I started my own company! It’s slowly developing!
I have a new job! You won’t believe what I do now, while I work on my company on the side. Unfortunately, I am making 3x’s less than when I worked for corporate, but I do love my job!
I don’t have any New Year’s resolution, but I am hoping to try and keep this blog going a little while longer. I’ll try to post as often as I can, as well as, read other bloggers’ posts. It was a depressing 2010, being unemployed and losing interests in all of my endeavors, but I’m bouncing back and I’m ready to move forward with my life.
I’ll post again soon!
Miss Caught Up
Hello! I’m back! It’s been well over a year and a lot has happened. Well, lets catch up:
I became unemployed for one year. It wasn’t as tough at first, because I was having fun traveling a bit while using a lot of my severance package. Unfortunately, that ran out, so I had to live a humbler lifestyle.
I met someone new and started a wonderful relationship with him, only to break up and get back together again. I’ll go into this story in another post!
I started my own company! It’s slowly developing!
I have a new job! You won’t believe what I do now, while I work on my company on the side. Unfortunately, I am making 3x’s less than when I worked for corporate, but I do love my job!
I don’t have any New Year’s resolution, but I am hoping to try and keep this blog going a little while longer. I’ll try to post as often as I can, as well as, read other bloggers’ posts. It was a depressing 2010, being unemployed and losing interests in all of my endeavors, but I’m bouncing back and I’m ready to move forward with my life.
I’ll post again soon!
Miss Caught Up
Love in New York? Or… One-Night Stand?
November 12, 2009.
During the middle of the week, I received a text message from The Bartender, “Hey, I’m heading to Atlantic City. Checking on you to see how you’re doing. And just so you know, if I hit it big in A.C. I’m coming to see you!”
“Well, good luck handsome!” I text messaged back.
“Thanks! I’ll let you know how it goes!”
The next day I received a message, “So, no luck… How was your night?”
That was fast. I sent him, “You’re done in A.C. already?”
“Yeah… I guess I can’t visit you…”
“Aw, I guess you’ll just have to win the lottery. Or… I’ll just have to come visit NYC, soon.” I replied. “How does your weekend look?”
“I have class Saturday morning, but that’s it and I have Sunday off. So let me know… You can always say at Casa de el Bartender. Plus it’s free.”
Tempting, but I thought about this for a while. What if it didn’t work out? What if he wasn’t reliable? Many “what ifs” went through my head and I replied with, “Would that be awkward? I’ll see what I can find first…”
After a few more text messages, we settled that I would come visit him that Saturday. I ended up finding an apartment for rent during the weekend in the Upper East Side through a company.
I was a little nervous on the day of my trip. I just hoped everything turned out well. I planned everything out that I was going to go do while I was in NYC, but all could be changed if needed.
As soon as I landed I messaged The Bartender, grabbed a cab to my apartment, and took my time getting ready. The Bartender came and picked me up at 8pm. I was so excited to see him.
“Hey. Oh, wow. You’re all dressed up!” He said. He was in layered Ts, blue jeans, and sneakers.
“Oh, I dress like this ALL the time.” I said, in an attempt to make him feel better. I was in a black dress and black high heels.
“So how do you feel about walking? We’ll stay near, since you’re in heels.” He said.
“Don’t worry. I’ve treaded miles in heels!” I knew I was going to regret this when it came out of my mouth, however it wasn’t too bad. We only walked from 63rd to 26th and Park! Yes, my poor left arch, actually. I had forgotten that these rub my left arch the wrong way when I wear them for too long. Other than that, they weren’t that uncomfortable.
We ended up at Dos Caminos Mexican Kitchen, which this upscale Mexican restaurant is famous for their guacamole. I thought the guacamole is good, however I prefer authentic Mexican food.
At any rate, to speed the story a little, we ended up at my place by the end of the date. Through the door and… me on the kitchen counter with my legs straddled around his waist. From there, it was a blur of passion…
In the morning, I woke up frazzled. The bartender had his arms around me and I slithered out of his grasp. As I walked from the bedroom to the living room, I noticed our clothing littered about in a trail to the bedroom. I wasn’t exactly sure what to do next. Whether I should leave and hope he wasn’t there by the time I returned, wake him up and kick him out, or be nice and buy us coffee and tea plus breakfast.
Instead, I walked downstairs and next door to Le Pain Quotidien. I purchased a coffee for myself, and a little waffle pastry for him…in case he was hungry and in a hurry to leave.
I returned to my apartment, worked online a bit, and sipped my coffee. He finally awoke and walked out. I looked up at him and said, “Good morning naked boy.” He laughed. “I got you a little pastry if you want it.”
He plopped down on the couch and asked how I was doing and why I didn’t wake him up. I told him, because I knew how much he cherished sleeping in on the weekends, so I didn’t want to disturb him.
The rest of the day was great, so I’m glad I didn’t kick him out in the morning. We walked from Seaport to Times Square and just taking in Manhattan. By 11pm, we were both tired and he had homework to do.
...So he took me home and we said our goodbyes…
During the middle of the week, I received a text message from The Bartender, “Hey, I’m heading to Atlantic City. Checking on you to see how you’re doing. And just so you know, if I hit it big in A.C. I’m coming to see you!”
“Well, good luck handsome!” I text messaged back.
“Thanks! I’ll let you know how it goes!”
The next day I received a message, “So, no luck… How was your night?”
That was fast. I sent him, “You’re done in A.C. already?”
“Yeah… I guess I can’t visit you…”
“Aw, I guess you’ll just have to win the lottery. Or… I’ll just have to come visit NYC, soon.” I replied. “How does your weekend look?”
“I have class Saturday morning, but that’s it and I have Sunday off. So let me know… You can always say at Casa de el Bartender. Plus it’s free.”
Tempting, but I thought about this for a while. What if it didn’t work out? What if he wasn’t reliable? Many “what ifs” went through my head and I replied with, “Would that be awkward? I’ll see what I can find first…”
After a few more text messages, we settled that I would come visit him that Saturday. I ended up finding an apartment for rent during the weekend in the Upper East Side through a company.
I was a little nervous on the day of my trip. I just hoped everything turned out well. I planned everything out that I was going to go do while I was in NYC, but all could be changed if needed.
As soon as I landed I messaged The Bartender, grabbed a cab to my apartment, and took my time getting ready. The Bartender came and picked me up at 8pm. I was so excited to see him.
“Hey. Oh, wow. You’re all dressed up!” He said. He was in layered Ts, blue jeans, and sneakers.
“Oh, I dress like this ALL the time.” I said, in an attempt to make him feel better. I was in a black dress and black high heels.
“So how do you feel about walking? We’ll stay near, since you’re in heels.” He said.
“Don’t worry. I’ve treaded miles in heels!” I knew I was going to regret this when it came out of my mouth, however it wasn’t too bad. We only walked from 63rd to 26th and Park! Yes, my poor left arch, actually. I had forgotten that these rub my left arch the wrong way when I wear them for too long. Other than that, they weren’t that uncomfortable.
We ended up at Dos Caminos Mexican Kitchen, which this upscale Mexican restaurant is famous for their guacamole. I thought the guacamole is good, however I prefer authentic Mexican food.
At any rate, to speed the story a little, we ended up at my place by the end of the date. Through the door and… me on the kitchen counter with my legs straddled around his waist. From there, it was a blur of passion…
In the morning, I woke up frazzled. The bartender had his arms around me and I slithered out of his grasp. As I walked from the bedroom to the living room, I noticed our clothing littered about in a trail to the bedroom. I wasn’t exactly sure what to do next. Whether I should leave and hope he wasn’t there by the time I returned, wake him up and kick him out, or be nice and buy us coffee and tea plus breakfast.
Instead, I walked downstairs and next door to Le Pain Quotidien. I purchased a coffee for myself, and a little waffle pastry for him…in case he was hungry and in a hurry to leave.
I returned to my apartment, worked online a bit, and sipped my coffee. He finally awoke and walked out. I looked up at him and said, “Good morning naked boy.” He laughed. “I got you a little pastry if you want it.”
He plopped down on the couch and asked how I was doing and why I didn’t wake him up. I told him, because I knew how much he cherished sleeping in on the weekends, so I didn’t want to disturb him.
The rest of the day was great, so I’m glad I didn’t kick him out in the morning. We walked from Seaport to Times Square and just taking in Manhattan. By 11pm, we were both tired and he had homework to do.
...So he took me home and we said our goodbyes…
NYC Booty?
November 2, 2009
Sorry! I’ve been away again! So much has happened since my last post and I don’t even know where to start! I guess I’ll continue from where I left off.
A week after I returned from L.A. I headed to Mr. Method’s place. It was terrible of me that I had been avoiding him for a week since I returned from my trip, but I still had a lot on my mind and my next path to take. I had finally figured it out. I had to break it off with Mr. Method.
I drove over to his place. I looked at him and said, “I need to talk to you. I’ve been thinking a lot and I don’t think this relationship is right for me anymore.” He sat there and nodded. He didn’t know what to say or do… “I’m sorry. I care about you, but I think things have changed for me.”
“I understand. I know you’ve said that if a person no longer feels the same towards another then they should break it off. I guess that’s what I should have done in my previous relationship. So I understand.” He said. I hugged him. “What are you going to do?”
“I think I’m going to move to New York.” I replied.
He nodded, “I think you should. I think it’s time for you to move away. Just promise me something.”
“What is it?” I asked.
“Promise me you’ll move away.” I was taken aback. I wondered why he would say something like that. “I don’t mean it to be cruel. I only meant that its time for you to move away from this city. I think you need to…get away from here.”
I gave him another hug and collected my belongings. I left his place and headed back to my apartment. I actually felt extremely relieved afterwards…
Later that evening, I called up Katrina for a little chat. During our chat, my Katrina suggested I should date and not be in a committed relationship. Well… I agreed that I needed to see what’s out there. From there I mentioned The Bartender.
“Ooooh! Yes! I read about him! He sounds delicious! James Franco look alike! I think you should totally go for him, babe. And you know, what’s the harm? Go on a date with him for a little fun, if you know what I mean. You need it!”
“Oh, my god. Do you think I could do that? I mean, I guess that’s quite distance to go to for a booty call. Ha ha.” I said.
“Yeah, but you’ll have fun. Plus, if it doesn’t work out, you’ll always have New York, New York. It wouldn’t be a total loss!”
“Yes, but I don’t want to go, to just go for a guy. Let alone a booty call.”
“Oh, who cares! Go with the intention of having fun! Whether you’re there for the boy or the city, you’ll still have fun.”
“True. That’s very tempting…” I said.
“Yes. Text him now! Can you text while you’re on the phone?”
“I think so. “ I looked at my new iPhone and thought, “I can do this”. When did technology look so easy but also look so difficult at the same time? “What do I text to him?”
“Just a simple hello. Or…no wait! Say, ‘Hey, remember me? It’s your dream girl.’”
I laughed and said, “No! That sounds so cheesey!! Come on, help me out here.”
“Hmmm… Well, he wrote something cheesey! Might as well cheese him back!”
“It wasn’t that cheesey. Maybe it was slightly cheesey. Okay, I think I know what to say. Just a moment.”
I started text messaging The Bartender an invite. I wrote, “Hi! Remember me? You know, if you ever need a tour guide for this neck of the woods, then don’t hesitate to call me.” Okay, that was cheesey, too. After I sent it I regretted it and thought that I should have gone with Katrina’s line.
“What did you send him?” Katrina shrilled.
“Something stupid and cheesey. UGH!” but then I heard a ding and it was The Bartender. “Oh, my god! He just responded!”
“What did he say?”
“I thought I’d missed a chance of a lifetime, but if you ever come back to NYC I will promise you the time of your life. I would love to visit West Coast; so keeping in touch is a must. You have been in my thoughts since you left and I have a feeling you will be in my thoughts until I see you again…”
“Wow… what did you do to him?”
“I didn’t do a damn thing! All I did was talk to him and eat his meat.” As soon as I had said that I started laughing and said, “That did not sound right.”
“Oh, you naughty girl!” Katrina laughed.
“That’s not what I meant! Whatever!”
“You should go visit NYC, babe. Just do it. It’ll be fun!” I wanted to resist, but I was so tempted! I mean, there’s no harm in going to NYC again, is there? I couldn’t help but wonder, am I moving too fast to into the dating phase? Possibly…
Sorry! I’ve been away again! So much has happened since my last post and I don’t even know where to start! I guess I’ll continue from where I left off.
A week after I returned from L.A. I headed to Mr. Method’s place. It was terrible of me that I had been avoiding him for a week since I returned from my trip, but I still had a lot on my mind and my next path to take. I had finally figured it out. I had to break it off with Mr. Method.
I drove over to his place. I looked at him and said, “I need to talk to you. I’ve been thinking a lot and I don’t think this relationship is right for me anymore.” He sat there and nodded. He didn’t know what to say or do… “I’m sorry. I care about you, but I think things have changed for me.”
“I understand. I know you’ve said that if a person no longer feels the same towards another then they should break it off. I guess that’s what I should have done in my previous relationship. So I understand.” He said. I hugged him. “What are you going to do?”
“I think I’m going to move to New York.” I replied.
He nodded, “I think you should. I think it’s time for you to move away. Just promise me something.”
“What is it?” I asked.
“Promise me you’ll move away.” I was taken aback. I wondered why he would say something like that. “I don’t mean it to be cruel. I only meant that its time for you to move away from this city. I think you need to…get away from here.”
I gave him another hug and collected my belongings. I left his place and headed back to my apartment. I actually felt extremely relieved afterwards…
Later that evening, I called up Katrina for a little chat. During our chat, my Katrina suggested I should date and not be in a committed relationship. Well… I agreed that I needed to see what’s out there. From there I mentioned The Bartender.
“Ooooh! Yes! I read about him! He sounds delicious! James Franco look alike! I think you should totally go for him, babe. And you know, what’s the harm? Go on a date with him for a little fun, if you know what I mean. You need it!”
“Oh, my god. Do you think I could do that? I mean, I guess that’s quite distance to go to for a booty call. Ha ha.” I said.
“Yeah, but you’ll have fun. Plus, if it doesn’t work out, you’ll always have New York, New York. It wouldn’t be a total loss!”
“Yes, but I don’t want to go, to just go for a guy. Let alone a booty call.”
“Oh, who cares! Go with the intention of having fun! Whether you’re there for the boy or the city, you’ll still have fun.”
“True. That’s very tempting…” I said.
“Yes. Text him now! Can you text while you’re on the phone?”
“I think so. “ I looked at my new iPhone and thought, “I can do this”. When did technology look so easy but also look so difficult at the same time? “What do I text to him?”
“Just a simple hello. Or…no wait! Say, ‘Hey, remember me? It’s your dream girl.’”
I laughed and said, “No! That sounds so cheesey!! Come on, help me out here.”
“Hmmm… Well, he wrote something cheesey! Might as well cheese him back!”
“It wasn’t that cheesey. Maybe it was slightly cheesey. Okay, I think I know what to say. Just a moment.”
I started text messaging The Bartender an invite. I wrote, “Hi! Remember me? You know, if you ever need a tour guide for this neck of the woods, then don’t hesitate to call me.” Okay, that was cheesey, too. After I sent it I regretted it and thought that I should have gone with Katrina’s line.
“What did you send him?” Katrina shrilled.
“Something stupid and cheesey. UGH!” but then I heard a ding and it was The Bartender. “Oh, my god! He just responded!”
“What did he say?”
“I thought I’d missed a chance of a lifetime, but if you ever come back to NYC I will promise you the time of your life. I would love to visit West Coast; so keeping in touch is a must. You have been in my thoughts since you left and I have a feeling you will be in my thoughts until I see you again…”
“Wow… what did you do to him?”
“I didn’t do a damn thing! All I did was talk to him and eat his meat.” As soon as I had said that I started laughing and said, “That did not sound right.”
“Oh, you naughty girl!” Katrina laughed.
“That’s not what I meant! Whatever!”
“You should go visit NYC, babe. Just do it. It’ll be fun!” I wanted to resist, but I was so tempted! I mean, there’s no harm in going to NYC again, is there? I couldn’t help but wonder, am I moving too fast to into the dating phase? Possibly…
Part III
October 10, 2009
The next day I left NYC with thoughts of the bartender. During my flight to LA I really contemplated my relationship with Mr. Method. I felt guilty. I had been flirting with the bartender and now all I could think about was the bartender. I had to face reality.
I landed in LA around 7pm. I went to Budget Car Rentals to get my economy priced car, but what I really wanted was a ridiculous and uneconomically friendly car. I wanted a fast ride. So I asked the rental agent how much the new Camero would cost.
“$161 a night.” He said. Then he leaned in and whispered, “But…I’ll give it to you for this price.” He quickly wrote out $109 on a piece of paper. “But only for you! Do you want it?”
Lets see. The price of my economy car was $87. Hmmm…
“Yes! I’ll take it!!!” I blurted out.
“What color would you like?” He asked.
“Um… silver.” I was a little surprised I could even ask for a color choice!
“Hmmm... I think we have one left. Yes, I think there’s one parked in B6. You want to go check?”
“What?”
“I’ll go check.” He then disappeared and returned with, “OK. It’s there.” He continued to finish up all the paperwork for me to sign. Then he said, “Come on. Lets go check the car for dings and scratches. I’ll meet you around the corner.”
I thought, “Wow…a full service car rental service. Seriously, this is ridiculous. What is up with this trip? Because it's giving me a big head!”
I walked to B6 and there she was. A beautiful, silver Camero… and here was the agent. We walked around the car looking for dings and scratches for, what seemed like, forever.
He opened the car door for me and asked, “Divorced? Children?” What a weird thing to ask. Especially the “Divorced?” bit. I said, neither, but I have a boyfriend.
“Really? Damn. How about you move to LA instead? Come on. I’ll be your agent, you can be a model.”
“No… I don’t think so.”
“Aw, no?”
I laughed and said, “Well, I need to go. Thank you.”
“Well, where are you going? Do you need help with directions?”
I sighed and said, “West Hollywood… I have a GPS.”
So he was kind enough to tell me which way to go so I could avoid traffic, which was extremely nice of him. I finally went on my way to my friend’s house in West Hollywood.
The rest of the trip wasn’t exciting. My friends and I stayed up late talking all night. The next morning I went to Venice Beach area and with a huge disappointment for the place, I vowed to never visit the beach area again. From there I drove to Santa Monica to shop around. I then drove to Beverly Hills to meet up with my friends to grab a late lunch before my flight back home.
It was such a short trip, but it was an eye-opener. My friends and I had a discussion about our relationship and how we need to be happy. We need to be happy with ourselves and with the person we’re with. It’s too bad I had to travel half way around the world and back to realize this.
So I left LA…
To Be Continued…
The next day I left NYC with thoughts of the bartender. During my flight to LA I really contemplated my relationship with Mr. Method. I felt guilty. I had been flirting with the bartender and now all I could think about was the bartender. I had to face reality.
I landed in LA around 7pm. I went to Budget Car Rentals to get my economy priced car, but what I really wanted was a ridiculous and uneconomically friendly car. I wanted a fast ride. So I asked the rental agent how much the new Camero would cost.
“$161 a night.” He said. Then he leaned in and whispered, “But…I’ll give it to you for this price.” He quickly wrote out $109 on a piece of paper. “But only for you! Do you want it?”
Lets see. The price of my economy car was $87. Hmmm…
“Yes! I’ll take it!!!” I blurted out.
“What color would you like?” He asked.
“Um… silver.” I was a little surprised I could even ask for a color choice!
“Hmmm... I think we have one left. Yes, I think there’s one parked in B6. You want to go check?”
“What?”
“I’ll go check.” He then disappeared and returned with, “OK. It’s there.” He continued to finish up all the paperwork for me to sign. Then he said, “Come on. Lets go check the car for dings and scratches. I’ll meet you around the corner.”
I thought, “Wow…a full service car rental service. Seriously, this is ridiculous. What is up with this trip? Because it's giving me a big head!”
I walked to B6 and there she was. A beautiful, silver Camero… and here was the agent. We walked around the car looking for dings and scratches for, what seemed like, forever.
He opened the car door for me and asked, “Divorced? Children?” What a weird thing to ask. Especially the “Divorced?” bit. I said, neither, but I have a boyfriend.
“Really? Damn. How about you move to LA instead? Come on. I’ll be your agent, you can be a model.”
“No… I don’t think so.”
“Aw, no?”
I laughed and said, “Well, I need to go. Thank you.”
“Well, where are you going? Do you need help with directions?”
I sighed and said, “West Hollywood… I have a GPS.”
So he was kind enough to tell me which way to go so I could avoid traffic, which was extremely nice of him. I finally went on my way to my friend’s house in West Hollywood.
The rest of the trip wasn’t exciting. My friends and I stayed up late talking all night. The next morning I went to Venice Beach area and with a huge disappointment for the place, I vowed to never visit the beach area again. From there I drove to Santa Monica to shop around. I then drove to Beverly Hills to meet up with my friends to grab a late lunch before my flight back home.
It was such a short trip, but it was an eye-opener. My friends and I had a discussion about our relationship and how we need to be happy. We need to be happy with ourselves and with the person we’re with. It’s too bad I had to travel half way around the world and back to realize this.
So I left LA…
To Be Continued…
Part Duex
October 2, 2009
In NYC I was so excited! I returned the rental car and checked into the Roosevelt. Later that night I walked a few blocks to Times Square and grabbed a quick bite to eat. I stayed in Times Square for a while, just taking it in. However, I wondered if it changed from the last time I was there! It looked a tad different, to say the least, and I’m not talking about the ever changing advertisements! Oh, right, the bleachers they had set up to watch the Obama speech, I think. You know, the one… (“YOU LIE!!”) The streets were so full of life! So full of tourists taking pictures! From there I slowly strolled back to the Roosevelt to rest from my long day of traveling.
The next morning I walked from 45th to 29th and Park just to eat at Les Halles. I was told to go there to try out the food. I had the Eggs Benedict. It was delicious, but I have had better.
From there I walked back to the hotel to grab my things. I had to switch to another place, because everyone was pouring in for Fashion Week and the cost of a hotel room there would have exceeded $1000. WHO HAS THAT KIND OF MONEY TO BLOW for a night? Not me… Despite the mediocre ratings, I ended up at The Portland Hotel on Times Square, since it was the cheapest. Unfortunately, they overbooked and sent me on my merry way to some hole in the wall, crappy, scary place! I was mortified! I mean, sure, the room was clean, but damn… the “shared” bathroom was completely disgusting. I was so upset I called to complain, with no positive resolution. Instead of letting it ruin my day, I went for a walk to Central Park to feel sorry for myself. I listened to a saxophonist and took in NYC. That’s when I knew I had to move there.
I stayed in Central Park for a good hour before leaving to 5th Avenue, WHERE they were filming Sex and The City! It simply became the best day of my life! To my dismay, I didn’t see any of the main cast. It was still exciting! I didn’t stay there long. I ended up walking down 5th to shop, but I really didn’t see anything in the shops that I wanted.
So I took my tired feet back to that crappy place in the Upper West Side. I took a cab. I just couldn’t walk from 48th all the way back to 71st and West End Ave. That’s just way too much walking…in heels!
Back at the room, I decided that I still didn’t want to stay in there. It was too depressing. I decided to look up a restaurant near by to have a nice dinner. I found Café Luxembourg on 70th and Amsterdam, which was practically a block away from me.
I walked there and discovered how busy it was! Well, unfortunately, they didn’t have any seating for a single person and the bar was completely full as well. However, the hostess said there should be a seat open at the bar soon, so I waited. While I waited, I noticed this really handsome bartender who…actually resembled James Franco. He noticed me and sent me a smile and he made an effort to keep me informed on which seat would be available.
When I was finally seated, I ordered the Steak Tartare. I tried not to pay too much attention to the bartender, but I just couldn’t help stealing glances at him. At some point during my meal, he kept talking to me and our conversation became ever more flirtatious. All I kept thinking was, it’s his job to flirt. He’s a bartender. Don’t think anything of it. But then he asked me to stay longer… and when the bar section died down a bit, he placed both his hands on the bar, leaned in, and said, “You are stunning. Do you know you're stunning?”
I was taken aback, yet I kept thinking, "How cheesy! Really??" I kept my composure and just said, “Thank you.” But deep down inside I was giddy with excitement despite the cheesiness. Finally, I just couldn’t stay anymore. My meal was finished. I had been sitting there for 40 minutes and I repeatedly told myself… he’s just a bartender. He’s just doing his job. This is nothing. Until… he offered to show me the town later that night and he asked me for my phone number. I don’t know why I did it, but I gave in. I figured he wasn’t going to call. He’s a NY bartender anyways. I didn’t know what came over me…lust? The attention? The attention…Well, I left. I made a fast getaway from that restaurant and cursed myself. At that point, I realized my life at home and my relationship with Mr. Method was over.
I stayed out for a while longer. Roaming around the streets and finally returning to my room around 11pm. I plopped down on the bed with a huge smile on my face. It was a great night. It was a fun night. And around 11:30PM I received a text message…
“To the most beautiful girl I have ever encountered. I’m texting instead of calling because I’m still at work. Unfortunately, it turned into a busy evening. It’s also unfortunate that I’ve been thinking about you ever since you left. I’m sure it will be too late for a tour by the time I get off. And you’re leaving tomorrow… So I’m guessing I won’t get a chance to entertain the girl of my dreams.
Sorry-Eric”
- To Be Continued…
In NYC I was so excited! I returned the rental car and checked into the Roosevelt. Later that night I walked a few blocks to Times Square and grabbed a quick bite to eat. I stayed in Times Square for a while, just taking it in. However, I wondered if it changed from the last time I was there! It looked a tad different, to say the least, and I’m not talking about the ever changing advertisements! Oh, right, the bleachers they had set up to watch the Obama speech, I think. You know, the one… (“YOU LIE!!”) The streets were so full of life! So full of tourists taking pictures! From there I slowly strolled back to the Roosevelt to rest from my long day of traveling.
The next morning I walked from 45th to 29th and Park just to eat at Les Halles. I was told to go there to try out the food. I had the Eggs Benedict. It was delicious, but I have had better.
From there I walked back to the hotel to grab my things. I had to switch to another place, because everyone was pouring in for Fashion Week and the cost of a hotel room there would have exceeded $1000. WHO HAS THAT KIND OF MONEY TO BLOW for a night? Not me… Despite the mediocre ratings, I ended up at The Portland Hotel on Times Square, since it was the cheapest. Unfortunately, they overbooked and sent me on my merry way to some hole in the wall, crappy, scary place! I was mortified! I mean, sure, the room was clean, but damn… the “shared” bathroom was completely disgusting. I was so upset I called to complain, with no positive resolution. Instead of letting it ruin my day, I went for a walk to Central Park to feel sorry for myself. I listened to a saxophonist and took in NYC. That’s when I knew I had to move there.
I stayed in Central Park for a good hour before leaving to 5th Avenue, WHERE they were filming Sex and The City! It simply became the best day of my life! To my dismay, I didn’t see any of the main cast. It was still exciting! I didn’t stay there long. I ended up walking down 5th to shop, but I really didn’t see anything in the shops that I wanted.
So I took my tired feet back to that crappy place in the Upper West Side. I took a cab. I just couldn’t walk from 48th all the way back to 71st and West End Ave. That’s just way too much walking…in heels!
Back at the room, I decided that I still didn’t want to stay in there. It was too depressing. I decided to look up a restaurant near by to have a nice dinner. I found Café Luxembourg on 70th and Amsterdam, which was practically a block away from me.
I walked there and discovered how busy it was! Well, unfortunately, they didn’t have any seating for a single person and the bar was completely full as well. However, the hostess said there should be a seat open at the bar soon, so I waited. While I waited, I noticed this really handsome bartender who…actually resembled James Franco. He noticed me and sent me a smile and he made an effort to keep me informed on which seat would be available.
When I was finally seated, I ordered the Steak Tartare. I tried not to pay too much attention to the bartender, but I just couldn’t help stealing glances at him. At some point during my meal, he kept talking to me and our conversation became ever more flirtatious. All I kept thinking was, it’s his job to flirt. He’s a bartender. Don’t think anything of it. But then he asked me to stay longer… and when the bar section died down a bit, he placed both his hands on the bar, leaned in, and said, “You are stunning. Do you know you're stunning?”
I was taken aback, yet I kept thinking, "How cheesy! Really??" I kept my composure and just said, “Thank you.” But deep down inside I was giddy with excitement despite the cheesiness. Finally, I just couldn’t stay anymore. My meal was finished. I had been sitting there for 40 minutes and I repeatedly told myself… he’s just a bartender. He’s just doing his job. This is nothing. Until… he offered to show me the town later that night and he asked me for my phone number. I don’t know why I did it, but I gave in. I figured he wasn’t going to call. He’s a NY bartender anyways. I didn’t know what came over me…lust? The attention? The attention…Well, I left. I made a fast getaway from that restaurant and cursed myself. At that point, I realized my life at home and my relationship with Mr. Method was over.
I stayed out for a while longer. Roaming around the streets and finally returning to my room around 11pm. I plopped down on the bed with a huge smile on my face. It was a great night. It was a fun night. And around 11:30PM I received a text message…
“To the most beautiful girl I have ever encountered. I’m texting instead of calling because I’m still at work. Unfortunately, it turned into a busy evening. It’s also unfortunate that I’ve been thinking about you ever since you left. I’m sure it will be too late for a tour by the time I get off. And you’re leaving tomorrow… So I’m guessing I won’t get a chance to entertain the girl of my dreams.
Sorry-Eric”
- To Be Continued…
Let’s Catch Up and Get Caught Up!
October 1, 2009
I had to scramble, after almost a year of infatuation with Mr. Method. I don’t know what happened. He seemed the most wonderful person in the world, and he still is! I just don’t know where I went wrong. Yes, I said “I”.
Lets start from the beginning of the end, shall we?
It was early September and I was frustrated with my life. Fed up. I needed change. Life just wasn’t the same anymore and I was becoming more depressive as the days past by… Instead of facing what I feared (leaving Mr. Method) I took a week hiatus alone to find myself, again. I felt I was 20 again and taking on an adventure to find out who I am and where I want to be in life.
So I left for almost seven days. I flew to Chicago first and stayed there overnight. I walked down Magnificent Mile and just enjoying the street company. I had a lovely gnocchi dinner, by myself. I walked back to my hotel, by myself.
The next morning I cabbed it back to the O’Hare and took the early flight to London… UK. I had never been to London, let alone any part of Europe.
I was only in London for a day and a half, but while I was there I walked around a lot and saw Westminster Abbey, Big Ben, Buckingham Palace, Trafalgar Square, and Piccadilly Circus. During this trip, while it was wonderful and awesome and unbelievable, I couldn’t help the feeling of loneliness. I don’t know why. I did enjoy myself a lot, but there were times where I wished I had some friends with me.
So onward bound back to the United States. I flew into Boston and decided, “Screw it. I never liked Boston anyways.” I ended up driving through Connecticut and into New York to Manhattan. I heart NYC. Once I got in, I just knew… I felt at home. I’ve always wanted to move to NYC ever since I was 8. Unfortunately, this wasn’t my home. I was only here for a day and a half. And during this day and half I went through so many emotions it was unbelievable…
- To Be Continued.
I had to scramble, after almost a year of infatuation with Mr. Method. I don’t know what happened. He seemed the most wonderful person in the world, and he still is! I just don’t know where I went wrong. Yes, I said “I”.
Lets start from the beginning of the end, shall we?
It was early September and I was frustrated with my life. Fed up. I needed change. Life just wasn’t the same anymore and I was becoming more depressive as the days past by… Instead of facing what I feared (leaving Mr. Method) I took a week hiatus alone to find myself, again. I felt I was 20 again and taking on an adventure to find out who I am and where I want to be in life.
So I left for almost seven days. I flew to Chicago first and stayed there overnight. I walked down Magnificent Mile and just enjoying the street company. I had a lovely gnocchi dinner, by myself. I walked back to my hotel, by myself.
The next morning I cabbed it back to the O’Hare and took the early flight to London… UK. I had never been to London, let alone any part of Europe.
I was only in London for a day and a half, but while I was there I walked around a lot and saw Westminster Abbey, Big Ben, Buckingham Palace, Trafalgar Square, and Piccadilly Circus. During this trip, while it was wonderful and awesome and unbelievable, I couldn’t help the feeling of loneliness. I don’t know why. I did enjoy myself a lot, but there were times where I wished I had some friends with me.
So onward bound back to the United States. I flew into Boston and decided, “Screw it. I never liked Boston anyways.” I ended up driving through Connecticut and into New York to Manhattan. I heart NYC. Once I got in, I just knew… I felt at home. I’ve always wanted to move to NYC ever since I was 8. Unfortunately, this wasn’t my home. I was only here for a day and a half. And during this day and half I went through so many emotions it was unbelievable…
- To Be Continued.
Hell Spells
September 30, 2009
After a close year, Mr. Method and I have finally gone our separate ways.
Things happen for a reason and it wasn't necessarily a depressing parting of
ways. I felt that I had to move on. Move on to where? I don't know. I know I no
longer want to live in my city. I'm ready to move.
I've also realized that I need new friends. Sure, I love Sharon and everyone
else, but lately it's been simply depressing. I'm rarely with them anymore,
whether it is because they're living their own lives or whether I've neglected
them during my time with Mr. Method.
Ever have that moment in your life where you feel you need some change in your
life? For better or for worse?
So here is my reboot. To new beginnings and new adventures.
Cheers!
Miss Caught Up
After a close year, Mr. Method and I have finally gone our separate ways.
Things happen for a reason and it wasn't necessarily a depressing parting of
ways. I felt that I had to move on. Move on to where? I don't know. I know I no
longer want to live in my city. I'm ready to move.
I've also realized that I need new friends. Sure, I love Sharon and everyone
else, but lately it's been simply depressing. I'm rarely with them anymore,
whether it is because they're living their own lives or whether I've neglected
them during my time with Mr. Method.
Ever have that moment in your life where you feel you need some change in your
life? For better or for worse?
So here is my reboot. To new beginnings and new adventures.
Cheers!
Miss Caught Up
Mi Amigas!
It is June 25th, 2009.
Upon looking at a gorgeous picture of Ignacio “Nacho” Figueras…
“Would it be funny if we had a website dedicated to all the “Hot Hair?” Sharon asked.
Sara gleefully replied, “Yes!! Oh, my god! That would be such a great idea!”
“We should do it!! How do we make a website? How can we post pictures on a website??” Sharon said.
“We don’t need a website… we can just use a blog.” I said.
“Okay, how do we get a blog?” Sharon asked.
“I’ll do it. I’ll just use my account to make the blog.”
“Oh, man! This is going to be so cool!!” Sara chimed in.
“We can do a Sharon’s Hot Hair of the week!!!” I screeched!
“Oh, yeah!!! I want to post Robert Pattinson!! He is HOT!! Hot hair!!” Sharon said.
“Well, I think we should put Milo Ventimiglia first, since he is the original hot hair.” I said.
“Oh, yeah! Plus it will explain the whole “Hot Hair” thing.” Sara said.
We put our plot into motion and came up with…HotManHair.BlogSpot.com and Ze Trois Hairesses. ;) We would like your input, if you have any!! We're so excited about this little project of ours! :)
Upon looking at a gorgeous picture of Ignacio “Nacho” Figueras…
“Would it be funny if we had a website dedicated to all the “Hot Hair?” Sharon asked.
Sara gleefully replied, “Yes!! Oh, my god! That would be such a great idea!”
“We should do it!! How do we make a website? How can we post pictures on a website??” Sharon said.
“We don’t need a website… we can just use a blog.” I said.
“Okay, how do we get a blog?” Sharon asked.
“I’ll do it. I’ll just use my account to make the blog.”
“Oh, man! This is going to be so cool!!” Sara chimed in.
“We can do a Sharon’s Hot Hair of the week!!!” I screeched!
“Oh, yeah!!! I want to post Robert Pattinson!! He is HOT!! Hot hair!!” Sharon said.
“Well, I think we should put Milo Ventimiglia first, since he is the original hot hair.” I said.
“Oh, yeah! Plus it will explain the whole “Hot Hair” thing.” Sara said.
We put our plot into motion and came up with…HotManHair.BlogSpot.com and Ze Trois Hairesses. ;) We would like your input, if you have any!! We're so excited about this little project of ours! :)
The Gift that Keeps on Giving
It is June 19th, 2009.
I called Katya yesterday to snoop on her situation and after the first ring she picked up. “Oh, my god! I'm so glad it is you!”
“Well…hello. I didn't know you were longing for me to call!” I laughed.
“You will not believe this! This is a serious ‘what-the-fuck’ moment! Jonathan! He has been text messaging me! Non-stop! At first I responded to him and told him to stop messaging me, but he won’t!”
“Are you serious? This is insane! I would change my number! I would not tolerate that!” I, too, had have my share of insane men who used messaging as a form of stalking and harrassing, but then added, “Are you responding to his messages, still?”
“Well, yeah! To tell him to stop!” Katya sputtered.
“JUST STOP! You always do this! If someone is calling or messaging you the way that he is you do not fuel him by responding to him! Why do you think you have stalkers???” I replied a little irritated.
“Yes, you are right. But he just won’t stop messaging me and it is really irritating…Oh, my god! He just emailed me!! I opened up this email and he said he is using his friend’s email address!”
“DO. NOT. REPLY. TO. IT!” I warned her.
“I don’t know what to do. He won’t leave me alone.”
“Katya, do not reply to any of his pleas. Seriously. Does he know where you live?” I asked.
“Yeah…”
“Well, hopefully he won’t come to your apartment, like the past estupidos in your life, and sit outside to wait for you.”
“I just don’t understand why anyone would stalk a person! Don’t they know it is annoying? I just don’t understand.” Katya solemnly said. I personally don’t understand how she can’t see that she causes them to stalk her. “Oh, shit. I hear a beeping sound. Just a sec… It’s him! He just sent me another text!!”
Exasperated I said, “Just…erase it…” knowing that she will probably respond to it.
I called Katya yesterday to snoop on her situation and after the first ring she picked up. “Oh, my god! I'm so glad it is you!”
“Well…hello. I didn't know you were longing for me to call!” I laughed.
“You will not believe this! This is a serious ‘what-the-fuck’ moment! Jonathan! He has been text messaging me! Non-stop! At first I responded to him and told him to stop messaging me, but he won’t!”
“Are you serious? This is insane! I would change my number! I would not tolerate that!” I, too, had have my share of insane men who used messaging as a form of stalking and harrassing, but then added, “Are you responding to his messages, still?”
“Well, yeah! To tell him to stop!” Katya sputtered.
“JUST STOP! You always do this! If someone is calling or messaging you the way that he is you do not fuel him by responding to him! Why do you think you have stalkers???” I replied a little irritated.
“Yes, you are right. But he just won’t stop messaging me and it is really irritating…Oh, my god! He just emailed me!! I opened up this email and he said he is using his friend’s email address!”
“DO. NOT. REPLY. TO. IT!” I warned her.
“I don’t know what to do. He won’t leave me alone.”
“Katya, do not reply to any of his pleas. Seriously. Does he know where you live?” I asked.
“Yeah…”
“Well, hopefully he won’t come to your apartment, like the past estupidos in your life, and sit outside to wait for you.”
“I just don’t understand why anyone would stalk a person! Don’t they know it is annoying? I just don’t understand.” Katya solemnly said. I personally don’t understand how she can’t see that she causes them to stalk her. “Oh, shit. I hear a beeping sound. Just a sec… It’s him! He just sent me another text!!”
Exasperated I said, “Just…erase it…” knowing that she will probably respond to it.
Thinking and Pondering and Thinking and…
It is June 18th, 2009.
Sharon called me the other day and asked if I would consider returning to my old job. Pshaw. I said not if I have to deal with Mr. Mistake and Pink Girl. I thought, in life, we’re supposed to move forward and evolve, not move backwards. Well, okay, sometimes we need to take a few steps back in this game of life, but not if I have to deal with instigators. I do miss working with Sharon, but that’s about it.
Later this afternoon, I have lunch date with Katrina. I know it’ll probably end up more of a shopping date than lunch date. I think, my time working with Katrina, she has turned me into some kind of shopaholic – pretty much made me abandon the “Not Buying It” goal. I’ve always been fond of fashion, but this shopaholic situation… is dangerous. Financial suicide. Especially when I am unemployed! Maybe Mr. Method should hide my wallet.
Speaking of shopping. I made my first time “borrowing” experience at Bag, Borrow, Or Steal! I’ve been a guest member since 2007, but I’ve never actually borrowed from them. However, since they were handing out such a great promotion code that was practically a “steal”, I had to try it out. Being a fan of Gucci, but I could never afford a Gucci bag, I decided to borrow this bag:
Promotion Discount: $60
Cost to borrow the bag: $32/week
Cost to be a member for one month (this is so I can actually use the promotion code!): $9.95
Cost of insurance: $5
Cost of shipping (shipping is definitely not free here): $10.95
Total cost? FREE! Yup, I totally stole this bag. For one week. (LOL)
So now, I have this wedding to go to this coming weekend. I decided to look for discount codes online. Lo’ and Behold, there is one that is $50 off bag borrowing power! I had been EYEING this Prada clutch for a while now and I really wanted to use it.
Promotion Discount: $50 PLUS an Additional 25% promotional code discount. I had no idea customers could use multiple codes!
Cost to borrow the clutch: $51/week
Cost of insurance: $8
Cost of shipping (I need it overnight!): $29.95
Total cost? $6.65
Hey, not bad… !
I told Mr. Method about the Prada clutch and sent him a picture via text messaging and he sent:
“AWESOME!”
A few hours later he messaged:
“I hope it’s not too warm this Saturday. I found a sweet outfit and it involves my blue Benetton blazer.”
First off, I didn’t know what Benetton blazer he was referring to, so I sent:
“AWESOME!”
His reply: “Yes. It’ll match your Prada clutch. Well, I think.”
I sent: “I… didn’t know you wanted to use my Prada clutch. LOL”
Then a final text message from him said, “Incase you ask me to hold it.”
How funny that he’s so fashion conscious! I mean, I’ve always known that he is keenly aware of appearances, but this is a first. It also seems like a cute gesture. :)
Sharon called me the other day and asked if I would consider returning to my old job. Pshaw. I said not if I have to deal with Mr. Mistake and Pink Girl. I thought, in life, we’re supposed to move forward and evolve, not move backwards. Well, okay, sometimes we need to take a few steps back in this game of life, but not if I have to deal with instigators. I do miss working with Sharon, but that’s about it.
Later this afternoon, I have lunch date with Katrina. I know it’ll probably end up more of a shopping date than lunch date. I think, my time working with Katrina, she has turned me into some kind of shopaholic – pretty much made me abandon the “Not Buying It” goal. I’ve always been fond of fashion, but this shopaholic situation… is dangerous. Financial suicide. Especially when I am unemployed! Maybe Mr. Method should hide my wallet.
Speaking of shopping. I made my first time “borrowing” experience at Bag, Borrow, Or Steal! I’ve been a guest member since 2007, but I’ve never actually borrowed from them. However, since they were handing out such a great promotion code that was practically a “steal”, I had to try it out. Being a fan of Gucci, but I could never afford a Gucci bag, I decided to borrow this bag:
Promotion Discount: $60
Cost to borrow the bag: $32/week
Cost to be a member for one month (this is so I can actually use the promotion code!): $9.95
Cost of insurance: $5
Cost of shipping (shipping is definitely not free here): $10.95
Total cost? FREE! Yup, I totally stole this bag. For one week. (LOL)
So now, I have this wedding to go to this coming weekend. I decided to look for discount codes online. Lo’ and Behold, there is one that is $50 off bag borrowing power! I had been EYEING this Prada clutch for a while now and I really wanted to use it.
Promotion Discount: $50 PLUS an Additional 25% promotional code discount. I had no idea customers could use multiple codes!
Cost to borrow the clutch: $51/week
Cost of insurance: $8
Cost of shipping (I need it overnight!): $29.95
Total cost? $6.65
Hey, not bad… !
I told Mr. Method about the Prada clutch and sent him a picture via text messaging and he sent:
“AWESOME!”
A few hours later he messaged:
“I hope it’s not too warm this Saturday. I found a sweet outfit and it involves my blue Benetton blazer.”
First off, I didn’t know what Benetton blazer he was referring to, so I sent:
“AWESOME!”
His reply: “Yes. It’ll match your Prada clutch. Well, I think.”
I sent: “I… didn’t know you wanted to use my Prada clutch. LOL”
Then a final text message from him said, “Incase you ask me to hold it.”
How funny that he’s so fashion conscious! I mean, I’ve always known that he is keenly aware of appearances, but this is a first. It also seems like a cute gesture. :)
That…CRIMINAL!
It is June 17th, 2009.
As a person who is in a relationship, I feel that it is my rightful duty to live vicariously through other people’s singledom.
Yesterday, I decided to meet up with Katya at Paragon Restaurant. I was about to have a bite of my “gourmet” Grilled Cheese Sandwich after drowning it in tomato soup, Katya said, “He is CRIMINAL!”
“A whatya? Katya?” I said through clenched teeth with a bite of the sandwich in my mouth.
“He is criminal! You must see this email. Here I printed it out.” Katya pulled out a piece of paper from her purse and handed it to me. The email was from the county parole office and in it read (note: names have been changed):
“Ms. Katya Baev,
You are receiving this email from the county parole office, because the company XYZ Staffing Resources forwarded your email you sent to Jonathan Reese to our office. It is with great concern that we contact him. Please let us know if you have any information pertaining to his whereabouts.
Sincerely,
Parole Officer”
JR is a man Katya has known for a year and she recently started a new relationship with him. “Wow, what happened there?” I asked Katya. “And what did you do?”
“Look on second page.” She said as she vehemently attacked her Cobb Salad. “I am fuming! I cannot believe him!”
I looked on the second page and it read:
“Ms. Katya Baev,
It is unfortunate that he has withheld information about himself to you. A while back, he was arrested for identity theft and is currently on parole. However, he has violated his parole as we do not know his whereabouts nor is he allowed access to a computer. A suggestion for you is to ensure that all your personal information is safe and that he has not had any access to your credit cards or social security number.
Again, please let us know if you have any information pertaining to his whereabouts.
Thank you,
Parole Officer”
“I knew there was something odd with him! I should have stuck with my… my… gut feeling! I thought it odd when he asked that I not email to his work email, but instead to email to his personal email.”
“Oh, wow. That is crazy! What are you going to do? Did you email her any information? Don’t you have his phone number? Did you give her his personal email?” I probed.
“No! I did not. I am not sure what to do. I emailed the parole officer that I do not know where he is and that the phone number that I have does not work. Which is true. I have tried to call him to clear the air, so even I do not know where he is.”
As I munched on my grilled cheese sandwich, I pondered, how well do we really know a person? “Well, you need to do something! I would not talk to him again. If he tried to contact me then I notify the parole officer.”
“Yes. I think I will do that. Why am I unlucky with men? If they are not psychotic stalkers, then they are criminals!”
“You better hope that this criminal isn’t also a stalker like the other guys you’ve dated! I sooooo don’t want to be in your shoes. Men constantly throwing themselves at me like that! Man whores!” I teased.
As a person who is in a relationship, I feel that it is my rightful duty to live vicariously through other people’s singledom.
Yesterday, I decided to meet up with Katya at Paragon Restaurant. I was about to have a bite of my “gourmet” Grilled Cheese Sandwich after drowning it in tomato soup, Katya said, “He is CRIMINAL!”
“A whatya? Katya?” I said through clenched teeth with a bite of the sandwich in my mouth.
“He is criminal! You must see this email. Here I printed it out.” Katya pulled out a piece of paper from her purse and handed it to me. The email was from the county parole office and in it read (note: names have been changed):
“Ms. Katya Baev,
You are receiving this email from the county parole office, because the company XYZ Staffing Resources forwarded your email you sent to Jonathan Reese to our office. It is with great concern that we contact him. Please let us know if you have any information pertaining to his whereabouts.
Sincerely,
Parole Officer”
JR is a man Katya has known for a year and she recently started a new relationship with him. “Wow, what happened there?” I asked Katya. “And what did you do?”
“Look on second page.” She said as she vehemently attacked her Cobb Salad. “I am fuming! I cannot believe him!”
I looked on the second page and it read:
“Ms. Katya Baev,
It is unfortunate that he has withheld information about himself to you. A while back, he was arrested for identity theft and is currently on parole. However, he has violated his parole as we do not know his whereabouts nor is he allowed access to a computer. A suggestion for you is to ensure that all your personal information is safe and that he has not had any access to your credit cards or social security number.
Again, please let us know if you have any information pertaining to his whereabouts.
Thank you,
Parole Officer”
“I knew there was something odd with him! I should have stuck with my… my… gut feeling! I thought it odd when he asked that I not email to his work email, but instead to email to his personal email.”
“Oh, wow. That is crazy! What are you going to do? Did you email her any information? Don’t you have his phone number? Did you give her his personal email?” I probed.
“No! I did not. I am not sure what to do. I emailed the parole officer that I do not know where he is and that the phone number that I have does not work. Which is true. I have tried to call him to clear the air, so even I do not know where he is.”
As I munched on my grilled cheese sandwich, I pondered, how well do we really know a person? “Well, you need to do something! I would not talk to him again. If he tried to contact me then I notify the parole officer.”
“Yes. I think I will do that. Why am I unlucky with men? If they are not psychotic stalkers, then they are criminals!”
“You better hope that this criminal isn’t also a stalker like the other guys you’ve dated! I sooooo don’t want to be in your shoes. Men constantly throwing themselves at me like that! Man whores!” I teased.
It’s About TIME!
It is June 16th, 2009.
I know. It is about time that I write something. So here goes nothing.
For the past few months I had been in school. This week is my only week off from school, since I registered myself for a summer long Spanish class. This really takes away all my fun, but hopefully, after class, I’ll still have enough time to enjoy the nice sunshine weather we’ve been graced with.
Besides school, I have been recently let go from my job. Most of my readers may have known that I had been working for my friend Katrina. Well, her company has ended and she has had to let everyone go at the end of last month. However, I don’t look at this as a negative. It is a setback, but just a minor setback.
Mr. Method and I have been going strong (I hope!). On the other hand, I have been neglecting him a little… In my defense, it is my short summer break and I needed a serious mental getaway from thinking. Actually, I found myself stressed not working on homework or work or on anything, so I decided I needed to play a game.
Sometime about a week ago, I was delighted to hear that Sims 3 was released. Oy! My all-time favorite life strategy game! I remember being addicted to the original Sims and Sims 2, so I had to purchase Sims 3. Luckily, they have the Mac version of Sims 3! Okay, I’ll spare you the details of my Sims character, etcetera, and instead I’ll explain what transpired this past weekend.
Saturday morning I fired up my Mac, did my usual online “spots to hit” (Gmail, Facebook, Plurk, miscellaneous gossip sites), and opened up Sims 3. I figured, since Mr. Method had to work on his final projects for school (he also headed back to school) anyways that we were going to stay home anyways. So I decided to explain to Mr. Method my plot to create a Patrick Bateman Sim character with an evil laugh, in which he would be a serial killer in his Sim town. Unfortunately, it didn’t work very well, since the creators of Sim must have taken out the feature to torture other Sims, since in the original Sim players could torture another Sim to death (okay, you’re probably wondering “WTF”, because this is morbid, psychotic, and a terrible thing to do…to a Sim). I scrapped Patrick Bateman and opted for a more normal character, one that, perhaps, I wouldn’t mind becoming.
Enter Carrie Bradshaw. “LOL” On Sunday, I created a Sim character after my favorite show. Just like the show, she is a writer. Unlike the show, she is also a journalist! Or was. I’m still a little indecisive about her journalist position.
While Mr. Method works on his homework, I work on Carrie Bradshaw’s career path, social life, and building of her house. Once Carrie Bradshaw found a lover (who’s funny and weird name I don’t remember, something like Cybor3 Sword?), they “hooked up”. I mean, seriously hooked up. There is a button that says, “Try for Baby”. I clicked on that and watched them have sex. Sort of. My Sims snuggled, then got underneath the covers, romping ensured, and hearts flew all over the bed. Although, I don’t see them having sex, just the romping bumping around underneath the sheets is funny in itself. Well, I kept doing this, because Carrie needed to “Try for Baby” or “WooHoo” a few times before she was impregnated.
Thus, the sounds of my Sims trying for a baby or woohooing, what you will, transpired this conversation.
Mr. Method, “Are they having sex again?”
“Yes! They’re trying to have a baby and it takes more than one time for her to get pregnant, apparently.”
Mr. Method goes back to working on his final project when…”They’re having sex again?? Man, what a lucky guy…”
“Hey!! What!!? How rude!!”
Mr. Method laughed and I decided to ignore him by playing more Sims.
Later in the evening, during my rightful Sunday vacationing time, Mr. Method said, “You have been playing that game since 6:30am.”
“Noooooooo, I haven’t. I was on Facebook playing YoVille at 6:30am.” I continued in my sweetest voice, “I am executing my right to play mindless games during my short summer vacation.” Then I gave him my sweetest smile.
I may not have been a very good girlfriend this past weekend, but I do make it up in other ways. “WooHoo!”
I know. It is about time that I write something. So here goes nothing.
For the past few months I had been in school. This week is my only week off from school, since I registered myself for a summer long Spanish class. This really takes away all my fun, but hopefully, after class, I’ll still have enough time to enjoy the nice sunshine weather we’ve been graced with.
Besides school, I have been recently let go from my job. Most of my readers may have known that I had been working for my friend Katrina. Well, her company has ended and she has had to let everyone go at the end of last month. However, I don’t look at this as a negative. It is a setback, but just a minor setback.
Mr. Method and I have been going strong (I hope!). On the other hand, I have been neglecting him a little… In my defense, it is my short summer break and I needed a serious mental getaway from thinking. Actually, I found myself stressed not working on homework or work or on anything, so I decided I needed to play a game.
Sometime about a week ago, I was delighted to hear that Sims 3 was released. Oy! My all-time favorite life strategy game! I remember being addicted to the original Sims and Sims 2, so I had to purchase Sims 3. Luckily, they have the Mac version of Sims 3! Okay, I’ll spare you the details of my Sims character, etcetera, and instead I’ll explain what transpired this past weekend.
Saturday morning I fired up my Mac, did my usual online “spots to hit” (Gmail, Facebook, Plurk, miscellaneous gossip sites), and opened up Sims 3. I figured, since Mr. Method had to work on his final projects for school (he also headed back to school) anyways that we were going to stay home anyways. So I decided to explain to Mr. Method my plot to create a Patrick Bateman Sim character with an evil laugh, in which he would be a serial killer in his Sim town. Unfortunately, it didn’t work very well, since the creators of Sim must have taken out the feature to torture other Sims, since in the original Sim players could torture another Sim to death (okay, you’re probably wondering “WTF”, because this is morbid, psychotic, and a terrible thing to do…to a Sim). I scrapped Patrick Bateman and opted for a more normal character, one that, perhaps, I wouldn’t mind becoming.
Enter Carrie Bradshaw. “LOL” On Sunday, I created a Sim character after my favorite show. Just like the show, she is a writer. Unlike the show, she is also a journalist! Or was. I’m still a little indecisive about her journalist position.
While Mr. Method works on his homework, I work on Carrie Bradshaw’s career path, social life, and building of her house. Once Carrie Bradshaw found a lover (who’s funny and weird name I don’t remember, something like Cybor3 Sword?), they “hooked up”. I mean, seriously hooked up. There is a button that says, “Try for Baby”. I clicked on that and watched them have sex. Sort of. My Sims snuggled, then got underneath the covers, romping ensured, and hearts flew all over the bed. Although, I don’t see them having sex, just the romping bumping around underneath the sheets is funny in itself. Well, I kept doing this, because Carrie needed to “Try for Baby” or “WooHoo” a few times before she was impregnated.
Thus, the sounds of my Sims trying for a baby or woohooing, what you will, transpired this conversation.
Mr. Method, “Are they having sex again?”
“Yes! They’re trying to have a baby and it takes more than one time for her to get pregnant, apparently.”
Mr. Method goes back to working on his final project when…”They’re having sex again?? Man, what a lucky guy…”
“Hey!! What!!? How rude!!”
Mr. Method laughed and I decided to ignore him by playing more Sims.
Later in the evening, during my rightful Sunday vacationing time, Mr. Method said, “You have been playing that game since 6:30am.”
“Noooooooo, I haven’t. I was on Facebook playing YoVille at 6:30am.” I continued in my sweetest voice, “I am executing my right to play mindless games during my short summer vacation.” Then I gave him my sweetest smile.
I may not have been a very good girlfriend this past weekend, but I do make it up in other ways. “WooHoo!”
Temporary Abandonment
I’m sorry I haven’t kept up on this blog. I feel that I’ve moved on and it’s been difficult to keep up. However, I have set up a writers’ social network for everyone and anyone who need some creative ideas, inspiration, or to write practice drafts/warm-ups.
The only request that I ask of members is, if you are going to contribute, that you contribute up around 100 words of your creative works. Also, make sure it isn’t something that you’ll want to publish someday.
Hopefully, I’ll return to this blog in the near future. I’ll try to keep up with everyone’s blog, but it has been hectic and I’ve gone back to school to “broaden my horizons” (what a cliché, lol). So the only thing I can offer is my social network site: http://misscaughtup.ning.com/. There is a sign up box on the upper right side.
Hope to see you there!
MCU
The only request that I ask of members is, if you are going to contribute, that you contribute up around 100 words of your creative works. Also, make sure it isn’t something that you’ll want to publish someday.
Hopefully, I’ll return to this blog in the near future. I’ll try to keep up with everyone’s blog, but it has been hectic and I’ve gone back to school to “broaden my horizons” (what a cliché, lol). So the only thing I can offer is my social network site: http://misscaughtup.ning.com/. There is a sign up box on the upper right side.
Hope to see you there!
MCU
Blasts From The Past:
It is January 13, 2009.
I know it’s the New Year and it’s the “Yes, we can” motto, however I don’t think the “Yes, we can” motto should apply to soon-to-be-divorced men. Especially when it comes to women. It should be, “NO, you can’t! And you shouldn’t! It’s not a good idea!” Okay, so what am I talking about?
Flashback Eight Years Ago –
I dated this guy who, indirectly, was my boss. It was for a month or so, plus it was long distance. When I decided it wouldn’t work out we decided to stay in touch throughout the years. We supported each other through our ups and downs and one of my most not-so-proud moments I said to Kit, “If I’m still single at 30 and you’re not taken then you have to marry me!” He agreed.
One year after I made that fatal mistake of blurting the “If I’m still single” bit, he told me he was getting married – very “My Best Friend’s Wedding”, I know. He continued to tell me about this woman he’s been seeing and that he and her were getting married. I pried information out of him, because he had only known her for six months. So finally, he said it was because she’s pregnant. I was devastated. I was not devastated because I wanted to be his bride; I was devastated because I was concerned that he may be making a huge mistake. And finally, he said he was happy. I left it alone and I was happy for him if he was happy.
Now Flash Forward:
One boob-job, two abortions later, Kit and Crazy Wife is going to have a divorce.
“I need to talk to you, call me!” A voice mail that I had received from Kit a couple of weeks ago. So I called him…
“Hello, Kit.” I said.
“Hey there! I’m so glad you called! Anyways, me and the whore are getting a divorce.”
“What?”
“Yeah, she’s been cheating on me with another guy and has been neglecting her son and the rest of her family. She had been staying out late and not coming home until early in the morning, so finally I told her I wanted a divorce.”
“That’s what happens when you let your wife get a boob job.” I joked.
“I didn’t want her to get a boob job! I was against it! That’s why I didn’t pay for it.”
“I was joking…” The conversation continued with their problems and then he told me about the first abortion she went through with their second child that they were not ready for, that the abortion caused her to go a little crazy. Finally, he asked me to come down to visit him. At one point, I could have sworn he was flirting with me and I think he was indirectly asking me out…
Now for a second flashback, also eight years ago:
JD, a guy I worked with was introduced to me through a mutual friend. He had a girlfriend and they were having problems. Our mutual friend told me that she prefers that I steal JD away from his girlfriend, because his girlfriend was always mean to him. I was a little put off by that, but I went ahead and went out on a few dates with JD. Silly me!
After a few dates I told him I couldn’t see him anymore. I didn’t feel like being the other woman and that he needed to fix his own situation. So, about a week later he emailed me and told me that he broke up with his girlfriend and wanted to be with me. Well… by then I wasn’t interested anymore and I told him. I had many reasons, one being that his ex-girlfriend was a whack job and I didn’t want her coming after me.
So, what happened next? He went back to her. He even married her and they have a child together. I hadn’t really spoken to him much for the past eight years and sometimes I would see him at get-togethers and have friendly chitchats.
Now Flash Forward:
I received an email yesterday with a subject titled: Weird Question.
I thought this weird, for sure, because I never hear from him unless we bump into each other at my friend’s place. My first thought was, “Oh, my god. Kit is getting a divorce, JD must be, too!” Was I right… here’s the email:
My response was:
Yikes! I thought about it. My assistant and I (yes, I have a part-time assistant to help me out) came up with a few lines for Mr. JD.
“What do you think I am? The after-party? I AM the party!”
or
“I’m the girl who got away, right? Oh, wait, I dumped you!”
or
“I’m not into desperate men with luggage. It’s kind of out of style. Very 5 seconds ago.”
Or
“Wow, did you think I was waiting for you all this time?”
Unfortunately, I was kind enough not to email him those things. Instead, I said, “I’m so sorry. If you need someone to chitchat with I’m all-ears.” That, in all likelihood, will not happen, considering that was the last email sent to him and a simple, "Always enjoy our little chitchats. Take Care" response from him.
Two soon-to-be divorced men in two weeks! What gives? On a much happier note, I’ll have to blog about my New Year’s Eve adventures with Mr. Method next time around!
I know it’s the New Year and it’s the “Yes, we can” motto, however I don’t think the “Yes, we can” motto should apply to soon-to-be-divorced men. Especially when it comes to women. It should be, “NO, you can’t! And you shouldn’t! It’s not a good idea!” Okay, so what am I talking about?
Flashback Eight Years Ago –
I dated this guy who, indirectly, was my boss. It was for a month or so, plus it was long distance. When I decided it wouldn’t work out we decided to stay in touch throughout the years. We supported each other through our ups and downs and one of my most not-so-proud moments I said to Kit, “If I’m still single at 30 and you’re not taken then you have to marry me!” He agreed.
One year after I made that fatal mistake of blurting the “If I’m still single” bit, he told me he was getting married – very “My Best Friend’s Wedding”, I know. He continued to tell me about this woman he’s been seeing and that he and her were getting married. I pried information out of him, because he had only known her for six months. So finally, he said it was because she’s pregnant. I was devastated. I was not devastated because I wanted to be his bride; I was devastated because I was concerned that he may be making a huge mistake. And finally, he said he was happy. I left it alone and I was happy for him if he was happy.
Now Flash Forward:
One boob-job, two abortions later, Kit and Crazy Wife is going to have a divorce.
“I need to talk to you, call me!” A voice mail that I had received from Kit a couple of weeks ago. So I called him…
“Hello, Kit.” I said.
“Hey there! I’m so glad you called! Anyways, me and the whore are getting a divorce.”
“What?”
“Yeah, she’s been cheating on me with another guy and has been neglecting her son and the rest of her family. She had been staying out late and not coming home until early in the morning, so finally I told her I wanted a divorce.”
“That’s what happens when you let your wife get a boob job.” I joked.
“I didn’t want her to get a boob job! I was against it! That’s why I didn’t pay for it.”
“I was joking…” The conversation continued with their problems and then he told me about the first abortion she went through with their second child that they were not ready for, that the abortion caused her to go a little crazy. Finally, he asked me to come down to visit him. At one point, I could have sworn he was flirting with me and I think he was indirectly asking me out…
Now for a second flashback, also eight years ago:
JD, a guy I worked with was introduced to me through a mutual friend. He had a girlfriend and they were having problems. Our mutual friend told me that she prefers that I steal JD away from his girlfriend, because his girlfriend was always mean to him. I was a little put off by that, but I went ahead and went out on a few dates with JD. Silly me!
After a few dates I told him I couldn’t see him anymore. I didn’t feel like being the other woman and that he needed to fix his own situation. So, about a week later he emailed me and told me that he broke up with his girlfriend and wanted to be with me. Well… by then I wasn’t interested anymore and I told him. I had many reasons, one being that his ex-girlfriend was a whack job and I didn’t want her coming after me.
So, what happened next? He went back to her. He even married her and they have a child together. I hadn’t really spoken to him much for the past eight years and sometimes I would see him at get-togethers and have friendly chitchats.
Now Flash Forward:
I received an email yesterday with a subject titled: Weird Question.
I thought this weird, for sure, because I never hear from him unless we bump into each other at my friend’s place. My first thought was, “Oh, my god. Kit is getting a divorce, JD must be, too!” Was I right… here’s the email:
Don't respond if you think it's too weird, K? Are you single? I honestly don't have a clue.
Seriously, you don't hafta answer that. Not a "need to know" kinda thing. Just info-gathering, guess you could say.
My response was:
There are no weird questions, just weird people? LOLHis response?
"Let me answer your question with another question" ~ zoolander
Who wants to know? LOL
Uhhhh...friend of mine? ;-)My response:
I'm weird, BTW. You already knew that, though.
A friend, eh? LOL If he's James Franco, Christian Bale, or Clive Owens then I'm single LOL Well, actually, I'm not single even if your "friend" is one of those guys LOLAnd...his:
Yeah, it ain't. I know. Always a disappointment, Mr. JD. Sorry to get ur hopes up. ;-)
Just wonderin', kiddo. No worries. We call that a "heat check" in hoops. See how hot we are by firing up a long J. Was always kinda sweet on you (or hadn't you noticed?) and I'm now, unfortunately, headed to the scrap heap. Soon-to-be-ex gave me the word about a month ago. Long, boring story. So I won't. Bore you, that is.
Yikes! I thought about it. My assistant and I (yes, I have a part-time assistant to help me out) came up with a few lines for Mr. JD.
“What do you think I am? The after-party? I AM the party!”
or
“I’m the girl who got away, right? Oh, wait, I dumped you!”
or
“I’m not into desperate men with luggage. It’s kind of out of style. Very 5 seconds ago.”
Or
“Wow, did you think I was waiting for you all this time?”
Unfortunately, I was kind enough not to email him those things. Instead, I said, “I’m so sorry. If you need someone to chitchat with I’m all-ears.” That, in all likelihood, will not happen, considering that was the last email sent to him and a simple, "Always enjoy our little chitchats. Take Care" response from him.
Two soon-to-be divorced men in two weeks! What gives? On a much happier note, I’ll have to blog about my New Year’s Eve adventures with Mr. Method next time around!
Pink Girl
Okay, so I lied about my return. I’ve found it difficult to blog lately. I guess I just needed a longer break than anticipated. On an update, Mr. Method and I are still together and I’m devising a list of resolutions. I hope it isn’t a long one. Now for the long awaited story about Pink Girl…
I went to visit Mr. Method at work one day to drop off his keys and at his cube, lo’ and behold, I saw Pink Girl. She looked like she was rummaging through Mr. Method’s papers. I said hello. She turned towards me and said, “Oh, hello. (Mr. Method)’s not here right now,” she used her fingers and pinched the shoulder fabric of the jacket she was wearing and said, “but I’m wearing his jacket.” she smugly smiled.
I politely smiled and said, “Thanks.” What I really wanted to do was slap her, backslap her, and then continue with pulling her pink hair out of her skull. Instead, I dropped his keys in his workbag and continued out of the office.
Later that evening… I had a talk with Mr. Method.
“I think (Pink Girl) has a crush on you.” I said.
“Oh? Hmmm…” He had an intense thinking expression on his face. “Are you sure?”
“Oh, I’m sure.” And I continued to explain the earlier event that occurred in his office. “You know, had she not of pointed out, for an inexplicable reason, that she was wearing your jacket, then I wouldn’t of even noticed.”
He said, “Oh, she’s just being crazy. Everyone in the office knows she’s crazy.”
“I really don’t appreciate it, even if she was being crazy. For instance, when she sees me she tries to ignore me. Or if she sees us outside the office, she runs up to you, hugs you, and never acknowledges my existence with a simple hello.”
“She doesn’t say hi?” He asked.
“No!” I said a little infuriated.
“Well, I’ll have a talk with her and tell her to stop.”
One week later, Mr. Method and I were walking around in a mall and ran into (or better yet, she literally ran towards him) Pink Girl. She said loudly, “HI (MR. METHOD)!” and walked away.
I looked at Mr. Method. “Ah… I can see that now.”
“Duh.” I said.
I hope all of you have had a wonderful New Year celebration! Hopefully, I’ll have time to get caught up with all of you and your blogs soon.
I went to visit Mr. Method at work one day to drop off his keys and at his cube, lo’ and behold, I saw Pink Girl. She looked like she was rummaging through Mr. Method’s papers. I said hello. She turned towards me and said, “Oh, hello. (Mr. Method)’s not here right now,” she used her fingers and pinched the shoulder fabric of the jacket she was wearing and said, “but I’m wearing his jacket.” she smugly smiled.
I politely smiled and said, “Thanks.” What I really wanted to do was slap her, backslap her, and then continue with pulling her pink hair out of her skull. Instead, I dropped his keys in his workbag and continued out of the office.
Later that evening… I had a talk with Mr. Method.
“I think (Pink Girl) has a crush on you.” I said.
“Oh? Hmmm…” He had an intense thinking expression on his face. “Are you sure?”
“Oh, I’m sure.” And I continued to explain the earlier event that occurred in his office. “You know, had she not of pointed out, for an inexplicable reason, that she was wearing your jacket, then I wouldn’t of even noticed.”
He said, “Oh, she’s just being crazy. Everyone in the office knows she’s crazy.”
“I really don’t appreciate it, even if she was being crazy. For instance, when she sees me she tries to ignore me. Or if she sees us outside the office, she runs up to you, hugs you, and never acknowledges my existence with a simple hello.”
“She doesn’t say hi?” He asked.
“No!” I said a little infuriated.
“Well, I’ll have a talk with her and tell her to stop.”
One week later, Mr. Method and I were walking around in a mall and ran into (or better yet, she literally ran towards him) Pink Girl. She said loudly, “HI (MR. METHOD)!” and walked away.
I looked at Mr. Method. “Ah… I can see that now.”
“Duh.” I said.
I hope all of you have had a wonderful New Year celebration! Hopefully, I’ll have time to get caught up with all of you and your blogs soon.
End of The Hiatus
I’m back! (Sort of) I may not be able to post daily, but I’ll try to post, at least, once a week. It’s been awfully hectic lately with school, Thanksgiving (I hope everyone has had a wonderful Thanksgiving week for those of you who live in the States), and everything else.
Mr. Method and I are becoming closer every day that we’re together. We actually plurk each other (wow, that sounded nasty lol), and text each other a lot when we’re not together.
Of course, there have been a minor hiccup with Pink Girl, but I’ll post that the next time around. For now, it looks like I need to get caught up with everyone else’s blogs!
Mr. Method and I are becoming closer every day that we’re together. We actually plurk each other (wow, that sounded nasty lol), and text each other a lot when we’re not together.
Of course, there have been a minor hiccup with Pink Girl, but I’ll post that the next time around. For now, it looks like I need to get caught up with everyone else’s blogs!
And The Winner Is...
I've hoped you all had a wonderful weekend! And now for the winner of "Win My Junk!"
BAMBI!
Thank you for entering, everyone! Hopefully, there will be more free stuff to give away in the near future! :)
BAMBI!
Thank you for entering, everyone! Hopefully, there will be more free stuff to give away in the near future! :)
Weekend
Hello Bloggers!
I will announce the winner for "Win My Junk" Monday morning. You still have time to enter, just click on the "Win My Junk Sweepstakes" picture to the left to find out more information!
Have a wonderful weekend!
Miss Caught Up
I will announce the winner for "Win My Junk" Monday morning. You still have time to enter, just click on the "Win My Junk Sweepstakes" picture to the left to find out more information!
Have a wonderful weekend!
Miss Caught Up
Teenage Meme (ries?)
I was tagged by the awesome Web-Betty to recapture my teenage years (definitely check out Web-Betty’s blog. She’s even added her teenage years pictures, I always find it fun to see other people’s pictures of when they were young – I’d add mine, but all you’d see is an awkward acne ridden teenage girl with glasses that took up half of her face – well, up to my Junior year).
So where should I begin? The truths are about to hit the fan.
1. My senior year I was captain of my high school dance team and the most popular boy, captain of the football team, had asked me out to prom – leaving the co-captain of the dance team pissed off at me, because she had asked him to prom. Yeah, I know, I know…not to brag or anything. Just kidding!!
2. My junior year, my locker was next to this guy. One of those obnoxious popular boys who thought he was too cool for school…he would wait for me and every chance he had he would 1) when I opened my locker he would slam it back shut, 2) purposely cram his shit into my locker, 3) ask me asinine questions, because he can, 4) make fun of me. Going to my locker was the scariest encounters of my day, considering I had to go there almost after every class. And of course, the future co-captain of the dance team was most likely in on the joke. I did tell him off one time. I don’t remember what was said, but I know it was pretty hateful. From then on he was nice to me. And uh…I did put him in his place again during high school reunion LOL even though he was being nice to me.
3. My sophomore year I developed a sudden crush on one of my good friends – but my father and mother was against it. They knew him and thought he was a bad boy. And that…was that. Crush over and I moved on to my many other crushes. LOL But no one held my crush longer than a boy whose last name is Redwine. I crushed on him from junior high to my junior year in high school. Despite the long haul crush, I never got the guy. I actually never had a boyfriend throughout high school and I was never actively pursued. Told ya, acne ridden and giant glasses didn’t exactly scream “hot”.
4. Freshman year: This year was an awkward phase. Fellow students were wearing the end stages of the B.U.M. Equipment sweatshirt, canvas Keds shoes sporting, hyper-color shirts wearing, pegged jeans couture. Oh, and don’t forget the girls with Aqua Net hair bangs that soared 10 feet high. I’m so glad that’s over! And my locker was number 69. This kid’s locker next to mine realized this and he teased me…endlessly.
5. Posters on my wall were of the New Kids On The Block (shun me if you want! But I had the hugest crush on Joey McIntyre – can I get a “hangin’ tough?”). And then there was Keanu Reeves – I had his Point Break poster and pictures of him from Speed. Then there was Bram Stocker’s Dracula, A Walk in the Clouds, Much Ado About Nothing, it was Keanu, Keanu, Keanu! Whoops, you might just be able to figure out my age here!
6. My first car was a hand me down 1989 Honda CRX. It was the best. It was there for me when I’d skip class. It was there for me when I needed to be alone, but I wanted to be in the comfort of something familiar. It was there for me when my friends and I went to the popular diner for breakfast before the SATs.
7. Finally (a few things), gas was only $0.82 - $0.96 and I thought that was expensive! Well, it was for a teenager. And my dance team friends and I, at our senior party, gathered around on the dance floor and did the Breakfast Club dance, including the Molly Ringwald and the Alley Sheedy (remember Mr. Method’s and my first date? LOL). And one of my friends, Clancy, did break out the African Anteater Ritual. For reals!
Wow, that definitely took a huge effort to write. Most of my high school year wasn’t what it cracked up to be and I definitely wouldn’t want to relive my freshman to junior year, but I definitely wouldn’t mind reliving my senior year.
On that note I wouldn’t mind reading from teen years from Bambi, Diane, Me!, Sass (especially!), Pixie, and Lauren.
Next I’d like to thank Kitty Cat for giving me another Keativ Blogger award. I didn’t forget.
And I’d also like to thank Diane for a different Kreativ Blogger award! Thank you so much!
Man, there are so many creative bloggers out there. Seriously. Sometimes I feel so bad just giving them to a few people, so this award is for all of you who are on my Blog Roll. Thanks again!
I'd also like to invite my blog roll to Plurk. It's pretty interesting, addictive, and interactive. And you can find me at here. It was introduced to me by Web-Betty.
So where should I begin? The truths are about to hit the fan.
1. My senior year I was captain of my high school dance team and the most popular boy, captain of the football team, had asked me out to prom – leaving the co-captain of the dance team pissed off at me, because she had asked him to prom. Yeah, I know, I know…not to brag or anything. Just kidding!!
2. My junior year, my locker was next to this guy. One of those obnoxious popular boys who thought he was too cool for school…he would wait for me and every chance he had he would 1) when I opened my locker he would slam it back shut, 2) purposely cram his shit into my locker, 3) ask me asinine questions, because he can, 4) make fun of me. Going to my locker was the scariest encounters of my day, considering I had to go there almost after every class. And of course, the future co-captain of the dance team was most likely in on the joke. I did tell him off one time. I don’t remember what was said, but I know it was pretty hateful. From then on he was nice to me. And uh…I did put him in his place again during high school reunion LOL even though he was being nice to me.
3. My sophomore year I developed a sudden crush on one of my good friends – but my father and mother was against it. They knew him and thought he was a bad boy. And that…was that. Crush over and I moved on to my many other crushes. LOL But no one held my crush longer than a boy whose last name is Redwine. I crushed on him from junior high to my junior year in high school. Despite the long haul crush, I never got the guy. I actually never had a boyfriend throughout high school and I was never actively pursued. Told ya, acne ridden and giant glasses didn’t exactly scream “hot”.
4. Freshman year: This year was an awkward phase. Fellow students were wearing the end stages of the B.U.M. Equipment sweatshirt, canvas Keds shoes sporting, hyper-color shirts wearing, pegged jeans couture. Oh, and don’t forget the girls with Aqua Net hair bangs that soared 10 feet high. I’m so glad that’s over! And my locker was number 69. This kid’s locker next to mine realized this and he teased me…endlessly.
5. Posters on my wall were of the New Kids On The Block (shun me if you want! But I had the hugest crush on Joey McIntyre – can I get a “hangin’ tough?”). And then there was Keanu Reeves – I had his Point Break poster and pictures of him from Speed. Then there was Bram Stocker’s Dracula, A Walk in the Clouds, Much Ado About Nothing, it was Keanu, Keanu, Keanu! Whoops, you might just be able to figure out my age here!
6. My first car was a hand me down 1989 Honda CRX. It was the best. It was there for me when I’d skip class. It was there for me when I needed to be alone, but I wanted to be in the comfort of something familiar. It was there for me when my friends and I went to the popular diner for breakfast before the SATs.
7. Finally (a few things), gas was only $0.82 - $0.96 and I thought that was expensive! Well, it was for a teenager. And my dance team friends and I, at our senior party, gathered around on the dance floor and did the Breakfast Club dance, including the Molly Ringwald and the Alley Sheedy (remember Mr. Method’s and my first date? LOL). And one of my friends, Clancy, did break out the African Anteater Ritual. For reals!
Wow, that definitely took a huge effort to write. Most of my high school year wasn’t what it cracked up to be and I definitely wouldn’t want to relive my freshman to junior year, but I definitely wouldn’t mind reliving my senior year.
On that note I wouldn’t mind reading from teen years from Bambi, Diane, Me!, Sass (especially!), Pixie, and Lauren.
Next I’d like to thank Kitty Cat for giving me another Keativ Blogger award. I didn’t forget.
And I’d also like to thank Diane for a different Kreativ Blogger award! Thank you so much! Man, there are so many creative bloggers out there. Seriously. Sometimes I feel so bad just giving them to a few people, so this award is for all of you who are on my Blog Roll. Thanks again!
I'd also like to invite my blog roll to Plurk. It's pretty interesting, addictive, and interactive. And you can find me at here. It was introduced to me by Web-Betty.
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