I am NOT Girl 6

I decided to exchange numbers with this guy.  I promise he must suffer from split personalities or "keyboard courage." Keyboard courage is when you type some bold statements that you typically wouldn't say in person or on the phone.

In the era of texting, he chose to start texting first instead of having a phone conversation.  His text would start off with something like this: So you know you are sexy; You know you turn me on; Hey cutie with tons of annoying smiley faces.  Keep in mind this is all within days of exchanging numbers.  I was looking more for; How is your day? Want to meet for coffee? What do you do for a living.  This early in the game, I could care less if I "turn you on."  I am trying to see if you're sane!

So being the gross person he is, he always managed to take things to a "dark place."  For example, I was asked, "What did I do today?" I responded with work, some errands, and boot camp.  I kept it simple.  In return, this is what I got: So did you work out extra hard for me? I bet you look sexy in workout clothes? Send me a pic of you in your workout clothes.  You know you are turning me on.  I had to check my phone to see if he thought he dialed a 1-900 number.  Needless to say, I would pretend I never got the messages and change the subject.

There were many dimensions to his "sickness."  He kept sending shirtless pictures of himself followed by texts saying, "I know you like muscles, I can tell.  This pic is just for you.  This is a moment for both of us."  Errrr, I did not ask you for a picture, I don't care to see your bird chest, and what makes you think I like muscles?"  It was literally the same pose and facial expression in every pic.  He just had on different pants.  I kept asking, "Why do you keep sending pics."  His response: I know you want it.  Someone, anyone pray for that fool.

The crazy part is when we actually had phone conversations, he appeared normal.  It was fun and pleasant.  I thought well maybe if I ignore his lame passes, he would catch a clue and stop.  He didn't!  I even explicitly told him his comments make me feel like a piece of meat.  In return he apologized and said he would chill out.

It went downhill when he asked if I had tattoos.  I do indeed have non-visible tattoos and was dumb enough to tell him.  From there he says, "You're a naughty girl, I can tell.  I bet you have a bad side.  Tell me that you're naughty.  I bet you're a freak."  Of course he ended with his signature line: You know you're turning me on.  He next asked me to tell him my turn ons.  I had to let my "short bus" friend know my turn ons are not up for discussion and he is inappropriate.  Next, I told him, "Air itself seems to turn you on".  From there I proceeded to tell this lame we were not compatible and I would greatly appreciate it if we cease contact.  He agreed and told me I was too serious, he likes having fun.  This all started and ended in under a week. NEXT!!!!!!!

My 40 Before 40 List

Although I blog about dating, the title also says "what-nots."  This gives me the freedom to discuss other happenings in my life.  I decided to create a 40 before 40 list.  I have 10 years to complete my list.  I think I can do it!

1.  Cook every recipe in a cook book - My former roomie gave me a cook book one year and I've used a handful of the recipes.  I want to complete them all and take pictures of my masterpieces.

2.  I want to visit every continent, excluding Antarctica - So far I have been to North America and Asia.  I've traveled to several Central American countries and the Virgin Islands.  Still doesn't count as South America.

3.  I want to become 100% debt free - I used two credit cards while in grad school and for some traveling.  I want to pay them off and be done with them.

4.  I want to earn an MBA - I have one Masters, but I've always wanted an MBA.

5.  I want to get married - Lol, don't judge me!

6.  Go on a vacation by myself again - Perhaps I will go somewhere like Arizona where I can stay at the spa all day and relax.

7.  I want to go to Hawaii - It's just beautiful there!

8.  Do 5 pull ups in a row - I need some upper body strength and this goal will be good motivation.

9.  Volunteer at a Soup Kitchen - I will join my family and serve during Thanksgiving and Christmas, annually.

10.  Do at least 3 5K's a year - I am not much of a runner, so I can manage that distance without passing out.

11.  Take a photography class - I LOVE taking pictures.  I have been nicknamed the "Historian" by friends.

12.  I want to fully launch my professional organizing business - Feel free to visit http://www.eliteaccommodations21.com/ today! 

13.  I want to go on vacation with a love interest/boyfriend - I have traveled with friends and family, but never a romantic getaway.

14.  Go skiing - I am not a fan of the cold, but I want to try the bunny slopes at least once.

15.  Visit a waterfall - Hopefully I can do this while I'm in Jamaica!

16.  Look at the planets through a telescope - I want to visit one of those massive telescopes and explore the universe.

17.  Buy season tickets to a sporting event - Perhaps some friends and I can do this together and divide up the games.

18.  See Sade in concert - I just love her voice!

19.  Develop all my Shutterfly albums - I have over 300 albums on Shutterfly.  I want to develop them and arrange them in albums.

20.  Read the Bible cover to cover - I've read chapters referenced in church or covered in Bible studies, but never in its entirety.

21.  See "Wicked" on Broadway - I loved the book so I want to see it in New York.

22.  I want to meet Common - That man is beautiful to me!

23.  Learn to play golf - I have clubs that are collecting dust.  This way I can join my dad and grandpa on the course.

24.  Read 40 Books - Half Price Bookstore and I will become friends!

25.  I want to work my way up to six-figures - I want to retire with dignity.

26.  Take a cooking class - This includes making my grandmother teach me her recipes.  I love her cooking.

27.  Visit the Grand Canyon - Pretty fascinating that a nature carved this.

28.  Learn how to play Poker - I want to play at least one round in Vegas.

29.  Lose 15 pounds - I want to drop 15 pounds and keep it off permanently.

30.  Attend an AKA Boule - I've been to my Sorority's regional conferences, but never a national conference.

31.  Have enough in my savings to live off of for 2 years - I want to be financially responsibly and save wisely.

32.  Pray every morning and evening - It's good to have a conversation with God and a moment to reflect.

33.  Start using coupons - A penny saved is a penny earned!

34.  Read the Harry Potter series - I loved the movies.  Curious what details were left out.

35.  Visit Martha's Vineyard - I want to see if it's all it's hyped up to be.

36.  Get my yard professionally landscaped - I do not have a green thumb and I have a vision for my backyard.

37.  Take a White House tour - I've passed by it, but have never been inside.

38.  Have a Valentine for Valentine's Day - Last time I had one I was 24.

39.  Take my sisters on a vacation - This will require a lot of saving, lol.

40.  Visit all 50 United States - I have been to Alabama, Arizona, California, Georgia, Florida, Louisiana, Maryland, Minnesota, Mississippi, Nevada, New Jersey, New York, Tennessee, Texas, and Virginia.  I have a lot of states to visit in 10 years!

My goals are attainable, and I will proactively try to accomplish my list!  Keep you posted.....

Online Dating

Where do I begin? Folks, there are some strange people in the world, and a lot of them like to join dating websites. Those commercials on TV showing "real dates" are lies I tell you. Matter of fact, a good friend of mine saw her actor friend featured on one. She congratulated him on the gig. The personality and social disorders I have encountered make me so glad there is a block feature on these sites. I will share some of the offenses:

1. Got an email asking if I liked anal sex. I am not playing. After I picked my jaw up, I quickly deleted and blocked this "man."

2. Got an email from a man that said he wanted to kiss the corns on my feet. I am happy to report I am corn free and have no desire for anyone to kiss my feet.

3. All the emails with sexual innuendos are so off pudding and not attractive. DO BETTER! Try, "How is your day?"

4. Got an email from a guy that lived with his "baby mama." He proceeded to tell me about their arrangement. Ummm, no thank you!

5. Hate to be the bearer of bad news, if you are separated you are STILL MARRIED! Move around and wait for the ink to dry.

6. Here's a classic: Do you like well endowed white men? Well Mr. Creepy I found that email inappropriate. This man proceeded to hound me via email and inquire why I wasn't responding. Soooo, I let 'em have it and went off. He brought it on himself.

7. Pictures with gold teeth, red cups, and white t-shirts. Enough said.

8. Bad Grammar! Since your first impression is an email, please take time to re-read before sending. I feel like I am grading a paper sometimes when I am reading these emails. Had to have a friend translate one time. I was getting a headache.

The stats are lies. Yes, there are some cases where two sane people found each other online. Do not believe the hype of commercials. It is a true weed out process. Kind of like playing the lottery, lol. If nothing else, it is a source of entertainment and blog material.

The Kingdom Of Far, Far Away

I met T.C. on a dating website.  For our initial meet and greet he picked an eatery in the Heights area.  This worked to my advantage since I was leaving a baby shower not too far.  Things go well and I think this has potential.  So I wait to see if he is going to call after our first date and he does.  Our phone conversation goes well and everything is clicking.

T.C. decides to schedule date #2.  I believe it was supposed to be on the following Wednesday.  Something came up and he asked if we could reschedule.  I don't have problems working with someone and scheduling, so I agree.  At the time he commented how appreciative he was that I didn't give him attitude. 

Our new day is Sunday.  I get out of church and give him a call.  He tells me he needs to push the time back to 3:00 pm.  I decided to kill some time at a friend's house.  I call again, and he says can we push it back to 5:00 pm.  Although I am getting annoyed, I agree.  It's getting close to 5:00 pm and I have not heard from him.  I decided to text to see if he wants to reschedule for another day.  He takes me up on my offer.  All that evening he is apologetic and promises we are going out on Wednesday.

Wednesday rolls around and we meet for crawfish.  Again, we are in the Heights area which is 5 minutes from his home.  We're laughing, vibing, and there's no awkward silence.  T.C. is telling me how he's glad he met me and looking forward to getting to know me better.  I am giving myself a "high 5" thinking I have met a "normal" guy.

Welllllllll, you know something went wrong if he ended up on the blog......lol.  The next week rolls around and I asked if he wanted to meet up for dinner.  He agrees.  It was set for a Monday.  When Monday rolled around, he sent me a text saying he couldn't make it.  He and his father were going to watch the NCAA Final Game.  I decided to let him make it since I know men love their sports.  The catch is that he did not suggest another day for dinner.  Later that week, I try to hang out with him and he tells me his workouts are so crucial that all he does is go to sleep when he gets home.

Let me catch you up, Mr. T.C. is obsessed with his schedule and his workouts.  Everything revolves around his gym workout.  This Gym Rat either has a serious obsession or selling me a dream.  I like to think it's a combo of the previous (I am just trying to make myself feel better, lol). It got to the point where I told him I was no longer suggesting outings because all he does is cancel.  Some how that did not offend him......bastard.

Now, week 3 has started.  In this time I have only seen him twice.  I hear from him on a regular basis still, but I am starting to think it's going no where since we never have in person time. Me being me, I decide to keep myself busy.  I am a social butterfly by nature.  I decided to use that Saturday to go out with my girls.  Once I got home, T.C. called to see what I was up to.  He asked to come over.

Once at my house, we're watching TV, talking, and cracking jokes.  We keep it very PG.  In my mind, this is only my third time seeing him although we have been talking/texting for 3 weeks.  It's getting late so it's time for him to leave.....no slumber parties taking place over here.  We kiss goodnight and all is well.  I am thinking perhaps he got a clue.

I was DEAD WRONG.  Tuesday, of week 4, I get a text asking if I want to go to dinner on Friday.  I accept.  I am disappointed that he texted versus calling.  I decided to shoot him a text asking if we can start having more phone calls.  He is a serial texter.  It's nice to hear a person's voice every once in a while.  He agrees and says he will start calling........he lied.

Thursday rolls around and he sends me the text that sent my jaw dropping: You are a great person and you are everything I am looking for.  I always enjoy myself around you, but we can no longer continue our relationship.  The distance is too much.  I really like you and want you to keep my number.

Folks, I went from Suzy Sunshine to Bonquisha.  All kind of four lettered words escaped my mouth.  I was beyond pissed.  I replied that I would have preferred for him to have called instead of sending this text.  He had the nerve to say that phone calls and texts are basically the same thing.  From there I told him that text insulted my intelligence.  We only live 25 MINUTES from each other.  What "distance" was he whining about?  Sir, we live in a major city, have cars, and jobs.  MAN UP!!! *** As a review we went on two dates that were 5 minutes from his home, he asked to come to my house, and I never requested he come to my side of town.***

There were a few more texts, but bottom line I ended with: I have no use for your number and don't desire a man that uses drive time as an excuse for not dating.  You act like you are in the Woodlands (60 minutes away).

Love Languages

Previously posted about the rules.  Here's the problem.....my "love language" makes it hard for me to follow the rules.  I am a "quality time girl" all day with "acts of service" tendencies.  The "fun" part is meeting someone on the same page or willing to "love" you using your language.

The 5 Love Languages

- Words of Affirmation

Actions don’t always speak louder than words. If this is your love language, unsolicited compliments mean the world to you. Hearing the words, “I love you,” are important—hearing the reasons behind that love sends your spirits skyward. Insults can leave you shattered and are not easily forgotten.

- Quality Time

In the vernacular of Quality Time, nothing says, “I love you,” like full, undivided attention. Being there for this type of person is critical, but really being there—with the TV off, fork and knife down, and all chores and tasks on standby—makes your significant other feel truly special and loved. Distractions, postponed dates, or the failure to listen can be especially hurtful.

- Receiving Gifts

Don’t mistake this love language for materialism; the receiver of gifts thrives on the love, thoughtfulness, and effort behind the gift. If you speak this language, the perfect gift or gesture shows that you are known, you are cared for, and you are prized above whatever was sacrificed to bring the gift to you. A missed birthday, anniversary, or a hasty, thoughtless gift would be disastrous—so would the absence of everyday gestures.

- Acts of Service

Can vacuuming the floors really be an expression of love? Absolutely! Anything you do to ease the burden of responsibilities weighing on an “Acts of Service” person will speak volumes. The words he or she most want to hear: “Let me do that for you.” Laziness, broken commitments, and making more work for them tell speakers of this language their feelings don’t matter.

- Physical Touch

This language isn’t all about the bedroom. A person whose primary language is Physical Touch is, not surprisingly, very touchy. Hugs, pats on the back, holding hands, and thoughtful touches on the arm, shoulder, or face—they can all be ways to show excitement, concern, care, and love. Physical presence and accessibility are crucial, while neglect or abuse can be unforgivable and destructive.

The Rules

Everyone keeps telling me, "You have to play the game," when it comes to dating.  I am not sure I am designed for it.  I'm a pretty laid back and literal person, so playing "the game" is the polar opposite.  Did a google search on a book called "The Rules."  It suggests not being so nice, not so supportive, and not so available.

The Rules

1. Be a “Creature Unlike Any Other"
2. Don't Talk to a Man First (and Don't Ask Him to Dance)
3. Don't Stare at Men or Talk Too Much
4. Don't Meet Him Halfway or Go Dutch on a Date
5. Don't Call Him and Rarely Return His Calls
6. Always End Phone Calls First
7. Don't Accept a Saturday Night Date after Wednesday
8. Fill Up Your Time before the Date
9. How to Act on Dates 1, 2, and 3
10. How to Act on Dates 4 through Commitment Time
11. Always End the Date First
12. Stop Dating Him if He Doesn't Buy You a Romantic Gift for Your Birthday or Valentine's Day
13. Don’t See Him More than Once or Twice a Week
14. No More than Casual Kissing on the First Date
15. Don't Rush into Sex and Other Rules for Intimacy
16. Don't Tell Him What to Do
17. Let Him Take the Lead
18. Don't Expect a Man to Change or Try to Change Him
19. Don’t Open Up Too Fast
20. Be Honest but Mysterious
21. Accentuate the Positive and Other Rules for Personal Ads
22. Don’t Live with a Man (or Leave Your Things in His Apartment)
23. Don't Date a Married Man
24. Slowly Involve Him in Your Family and Other Rules for Women with Children
25. Practice, Practice, Practice! (or, Getting Good at The Rules)
26. Even if You're Engaged or Married, You Still Need The Rules
27. Do The Rules, Even when Your Friends and Parents Think It's Nuts
28. Be Smart and Other Rules for Dating in High School
29. Take Care of Yourself and Other Rules for Dating in College
30. Next! and Other Rules for Dealing with Rejection
31. Don't Discuss The Rules with Your Therapist
32. Don't Break The Rules
33. Do The Rules and You’ll Live Happily Ever After!
34. Love Only Those Who Love You
35. Be Easy to Live With

Not My First Rodeo Buddy!

For this fool, I don't mind using his real name.  I met Jamie through Plenty of Fish.  We scheduled a meet and greet at ChaChos, a Mexican Catina.  The first date went well for the most part.  He did get the infamous side eye when he asked me what I like sexually.  I let him know that conversation was not appropriate at this time and that it was way to early to discuss that.  Jamie also kept complimenting my appearance throughout the date.  Not that I don't mind a compliment, but he was being excessive.  I did squeeze in that something could happen to me and I could be disfigured.  I also emphasized how great it is to develop a strong foundation and friendship when dating.  He agreed.

So we're laughing, having a good time.  We discuss our backgrounds, goals, etc.  He kept trying to figure out why I was single.  Hell, I ask myself that sometimes.  I am a great catch if I do say so myself.  I just tell him I haven't dated anyone that progressed to the point of marriage.  You know, keep it politically correct.  Realistically, I have been meeting men of the Ass decedents: Cheating-Ass, Lying-Ass, Mr. Lover-Lover Ass, I Have Fathered the  Southern Region Ass, etc.  Men I know damn well can never meet my family or friends. Lol

Jamie proceeds to tell me about his dating history and how he has not met a quality woman.  He seemed really geeked to be on this date.  On a surface level, resume wise, I have my stuff together.  He was impressed.  Technically, I was bringing more to the table than he was.  Since I don't keep a tally sheet on things of that nature, I wasn't trippin.  I have no problem working with someone and growing together.

Next, Jamie asked me what kind of wedding I wanted.  I told him, but was surprised he asked that question.  From there, he tells me he wants to court me and sees a long term future for us.  He then tells me he thinks we'll end up married in a year.  I had to work on self control at this point.  I have been known to have facial expressions that show my thoughts.  Was ole boy gas-ing me up, or was he serious?  Either way I was a tad weirded out.  I decided to "stay positive."  Perhaps, he just knows what he wants.  Perhaps, he truly sees potential. Perhaps, he is being genuine.  So you know as soon as I got in the car, I had to call my girl to debrief.

The next day Jamie starts calling multiple times a days and sending texts.  I am now addressed as "baby."  Janet Jackson flashback: No my name is not baby, it's Janet...Ms. Jackson if you nasty.  In addition to baby, I am also referred to as Mrs. DeJ_ _ _, his last name.  Folks, a week has not even gone by.  We go ahead and schedule date #2.  Let's do some math, Tuesday was the first date and Saturday will be the second date.  Within four days, I am his baby, future wife, and a breath of fresh air.  Did I mention he told me he was thinking about me during the day.  He said he was imagining what I would look like in my wedding dress.

Saturday rolls around and it's about time to meet.  Jamie tells me he is at his homeboy's home and that I should leave my car there and ride with him.  Errrr, hell nah!!!!  I just pretend I didn't hear that and ask what time does he want me to meet him at the bar.  I leave my girl's house and head to the bar.  He shows up...late.  Prior to the date, Jamie tells me he wants us to meet so we can talk.  Why he picked a bar with a DJ, I'll never know.  It is obvious we can't hear each other so he suggest we leave and head to a bar his cousin owns.  I reluctantly ride with him.  But wait, he is making a detour in the hood.  Da hell?  We stop at a house.  I know he doesn't think I am getting out this car.  As I am sitting in the passenger seat, I see a man walking up looking a little "crackish."  That's when Jamie hops out the car.  Guess what....that's my future brother-in-law....lol.  Was this a test?  Who would do it?  After he checks on his brother during our date, we pick back up.

His cousin's bar was closed so we go to Buffalo Wild Wings.  Luckily, it was near where my car was parked.  Just in case I needed to make a mad sprint.  While having our late snack, Jamie starts back up on how I will be his wife.  He tells me in 20 dates we'll be engaged.  He tells me about the house he is thinking about purchasing.  He did slide in how we would just live in my house till his house was ready.  I interjected how no one will be living in my house except me.  I know me, I am territorial.  I have made my mark all throughout my house.  If I get married, my husband and I will start fresh in a new home.  It's at this time the waitress rolls up for our order.  Jamie says, "My wife will have xyz."  "Your WIFE?!?"  Did he just say that?  I gave him the "chile please" look and laugh it off.  The date wraps up and he takes me to my car.

Wednesday comes around.  Wait let's do a logistic check, we just made a week.  I tell him we can meet on my side of town for dinner and maybe do a movie.  He agrees.  Time is flying by and he hasn't called to set a time.  I hit hm up.  This is when it went to a "dark place."  "Baby, it's getting late.  If I come out there, I will stay the night."  Did this fool just tell me he was going to stay the night at my home?  He didn't ask, he just told me.  I quickly texted that I was not ready for a slumber party.  I then texted we could reschedule for Thursday where we could have an earlier start.  Thursday comes around and it's almost 8 pm.  I texted if he was still coming.  He says yes.  More time goes by and he texted if we could reschedule because he is exhausted.  A few more hours go by and I call.  His phone goes straight to voicemail.  This is not like the Jamie I met 7 days ago that called multiple times a day.

Jamie has now gone ghost.  He just straight up stopped communicating.  I guess his feelings got hurt when I told him he could not spend the night.  HILARIOUS!!!!  I guess this "man" thought he could gas me up, get in my pants, and keep it moving. No Boo Boo, this is not my first rodeo.  I peep game.  I had to feel it out to determine if he was being genuine.  The slumber party incident proved he was full of ish.

Check Out My Older Posts

Folks, look to your right at the archives. Check out my posts from February. They are all pretty quick reads. Don't forget to follow me.

I am not a Square, I am an Octagon

I know I have conservative tendencies and I look for that when I date.  I tend to think after a five minute conversation one can tell I am not trying to take a walk on the wild side.  All of this to say, I am not trying to date anyone who has been jailed or served prison time.

A couple of weeks ago I was leaving RA Sushi.  As I made my way to my car, a random man starting yelling to get my attention.  I paused and asked, "What's the problem?"  He proceeded to tell me he thought I was attractive and wanted my number.  I kindly declined.  I was actually on my way to meet "3 Mammies" for a date.  From there he proceeds to tell me he just got out of jail two days ago and looking for a new friend.  Then he gives me the scary pedophile stare.  I quickly clutched my keys and proceeded to my car.

About two years ago, I exchanged numbers with a guy.  During our first phone conversation, he informed me that he had served jail time for domestic abuse.  Ike and Tina flashed before my eyes.  What on Earth made him think I would want to date a wife beater?  I politely told him I was not interested and wished him the best.

I am not the only one who has experienced this.  My friend went on a dinner date recently.  During the meal, this man proceeds to tell her he was in federal prison for domestic abuse.  Now mind you the explanations he gave her sounded like something from Jerry Springer.  It involved a cruise ship, the military, and a fight.  He deserves the "side eye."

I know me.  I am open to a certain extent.  I understand you may have some parking tickets and get stopped by an officer.  You might have to spend the weekend in holding.  Maybe as a teen you tried to shoplift.  I can work with that.  BUT if you went to JAIL and/or PRISON please keep it moving.

New York State of Mind

Back in 2007 or 2008, I can't recall which, I logged on Facebook and had a friend request from some dude I didn't recognize. I am big on privacy when it comes to social networks since I have pictures uploaded. Instead of accepting the request, I sent a message asking if we knew each other. He replied that he didn't know me, but wanted to. He was cute so I added him. Oddly, had he been ugly I would have deleted the request.  We communicated via FB and eventually exchanged numbers.  Since we were vibing and communicating for a week, he wanted to meet up. He was not from my city, but was there for the weekend. He texted for me to meet him at the Sprint store near my then apartment. I had just gotten off work, was tired, and looked a hot mess. I told him I couldn't maker it.

The weekend proceeds and he tells me he wants to meet up before heading home to New York. Again, it's hit and miss with him. I remember leaving a house party that Saturday evening and still could not catch him. By the time I got home, he hit me up. In mid convo, his phone dies. I knew it was a bust and I was going to sleep. He was catchBing a Red Eye early Sunday morning.

Low and behold, we stay in contact with each other. This is when the most dysfunctional, most retarded "relationship" in my life began. We started talking daily and we clicked. From there he told me he wanted to fly me to New York to be his date at a friend's wedding. I agreed, but I let my friends in New York know I was going. Can't be too safe, he could be a serial killer. A day before my scheduled departure I suspected something was up. I have yet to receive flight confirmation. Sure enough he tells me the wedding has been cancelled. The groom was caught cheating two days before the wedding. Now had I been thinking, I still should have hemmed him up. Just because the wedding was over did not mean we could not hang for the weekend. I was stuck on stupid at the time and let it go. Clearly, he never bought a ticket in the first place. I am so glad I didn't buy a new outfit for the alleged wedding.

Now folks, keep up. If you notice, I still have not met this person. I have only heard a voice and seen pictures on Facebook. After that weekend, "New York" and I stay in contact. He did really sweet things such as sending flowers to my job, Edible Arrangements, gifts, phones, massages, music, etc. He never asked me for anything. At this point some of my friends were wondering if he was a Nigerian running a scam.

Time is flying by. Every time we are supposed to meet, something magically comes up. I am not going to write in detail every incident, but here's a list of just some of his excuses: I am in the emergency room for a gash, I don't want you to drive to my homeboy's house, we had a flat tire, third degree burns, I am at my grandparent's house, my dad had me go to our vacation home, I cancelled your ticket because of a business venture, you don't take this seriously, I have food poisoning, I was stopped by the police and my car was towed, I am at the gym, women aren't supposed to go to the man, the jet I rented had to land in another city, I had to evacuate for the hurricane, I was called to federal court and can't leave the city, etc. He left me hanging in Jamaica. I actually went there alone.  Might I add he refused to Skype and if I asked for a picture, there was always a delay in receiving it.

"New York" allegedly relocated to Houston from New York. He still would not meet up with me. Yes I know this is crazy that I stuck this out. I believe my OCD played a role. I like closure and this situation was bugging the hell out of me. Folks, this went on for three years....on and off. My friends even did an intervention. My family was pissed about the whole thing. What really did it for me was when my Grandfather died, and he went out to party.

Eventually, I called it quits. I couldn't play the mind game anymore. "New York" was essentially a phone pen pal never to be seen. He did have some positives though. He got me gifts and helped me launch my side business.  I personally think he is a 600 lb man that plays on the Internet, lol.

3 Mammies

I went on my first Plenty of Fish date the other day. While sitting at the bar I asked had he ever been married or did he have children. Folks, he said, "I have three kids. It is what it is." There was a brief pause. I was waiting for him to say he was joking. He was not joking. In addition to having three kids, he has three different baby mammas, and they live in three different states. I felt my chest getting tight. Was I getting punked? What kind of cruel joke was this?

I am a liberal person to a certain degree. I just don't know if I can work with three baby mommas. That means three households get fed before he does. When he has his kids in the summer, I would have a three year old, twelve year old, and sixteen year old. That is not a vacation, that is punishment. Now if I was 50, I could do this. By that time my ovaries will be dead and I wouldn't mind his clan.

Alpha Male

This lame here "crossed" a certain fraternity via Graduate Chapter.  All we had was a phone conversation and he brought up the fraternity at least ten times.  You'd swear he was 19 and just crossed the burning sands.  I'm sorry he did not get to pledge as an undergraduate, but dang!!!  Joining an organization should not define you.

Alpha this and Alpha that.  Who cares!  Did I mention he was sporting a Greek jacket in the summer?

The Frenchman

The Frenchman and I met for sushi one evening.  This was my first time meeting him.  He had a super strong accent.  I have never had to concentrate so hard on a date.  I had to use my teacher ears to process everything he was saying.  This was worse than listening to Arnold Schwarzenegger in the 80's.  He even noted that he was impressed that I understood him.  He got excited he found someone to chat with.  I felt bad for him because I knew that was our first and last date.  I just did not feel like working that hard to communicate with someone on my leisure time.  I know - boooo to me.

To Be A Cougar Or Not To Be.....Not To Be

I met Peter Pan a few years back at a co-ed baby shower.  He asked about me and got my number from a friend.  Honestly, I hadn't noticed him but was flattered when he called.  We decided to meet up for dinner.  While chatting, I discovered I was older than him.

As the conversation proceeded, it took a turn towards weird.  He started asking me life questions: What should he major in (he left after 2 years), where should he live, how to manage money, etc.  Could have sworn this was a date and not Big Brother/Big Sister of America.  I already have siblings and thought I was on a date, not a personal adviser.

This date was tuning into a hot mess.  Did this "man" not have parents or friends?  Should I be charging for all this great advice I was giving?  Was there any way I could change the subject?  The only thing I was thinking about was the tongue lashing my homeboy was going to receive for giving out my number to Peter Pan.

When You Buy, I Will Fly

A good friend of mine lives in L.A. and was celebrating her 30th birthday.  I decided to fly out there to help her bring in her milestone.  While at her house party, I met *John.  John was cool, but no biggie.  I don't live in L.A. and I have no desire to do a long distance relationship.  We exchanged numbers.  There was a chance my girl and I were going out later and he wanted to hang. 

So I fly back to Houston and John starts texting and asking when I am flying back to L.A.  I told him I only fly out there about once a year.  It's not like I travel for my job.  From there he tells me how attractive I look...blah, blah.  Again, all this means nothing to me.  The only thing running through my mind is that he wants me to scrape my pennies together to fly to L.A. just to hang with him.  He has never offered to put $5 on it.  I guess he thinks his texts are enough to make me fork over $400 to be in his presence.

Like clockwork, I know I will get at least one text a month asking when will I be flying to L.A. Ummm, keep waiting buddy.  I will keep responding with, "No time soon."

The Talk

I absolutely love wearing weave!  I dated a man once who did not like weave so I took it out.  Worst week of my hair life.  I actually have hair and it's healthy.  I just love the convenience of weave.  There is nothing like that fresh sew-in!

Whenever I date a man, I have to have "the talk."  To me it's obvious I am wearing a weave, but men are fooled easily.  For example, Fluffy and I were on our way to dinner.  He let the top down on his sports car and took off.  I gave him the side eye.  He literally was exposing my secrets.  My tracks were showing and my hair was sticking on top of my head.  It was not a good look.  I kindly tapped him on the shoulder and told him to let the top back up.  He was confused.  I explained to him that it was a process to get my hair to look like this and what he saw was an illusion.  I told him I could not just run my fingers through my hair and keep it moving.  I told him it was equivalent to Jessica Simpson and her clip ons for award shows.  He quickly caught on and learned to use the A/C.

Another example when I had to have "the talk" is when a guy friend decided to run his hand through my luscious locks, lol.  I told him to prepare for a bumpy ride since he would feel braids and tracks underneath.  Funny enough, he did not care.  He just kept running his fingers through it.

The key to weave is a talented weave-ologist and good bags of hair.  I thank God for Evelyn.  It is such a pick me up when I get my hair done.  I can work out, curl it, whip it, and no longer have to sleep pretty.

Going Fishing!

Well, I have crossed off E-Harmony and Match.com. Now it is time to try Plenty of Fish. At least this one is FREE! By default I am WINNING. I love free, lol. My co-worker is a member and suggested I give it a try.

After creating my profile, I have already received six. Wish me luck!

The Flight Steward

I met the flight steward off of Match. By now can you tell I need to stay off of Match? I decided to relax on my height rule. This guy was one inch shorter than me. His pictures were okay and he looked like he weighed more than me. I figured he size would counteract his height. It was the start of 2012 and time for me to broaden my horizons.

Usually when I exchange numbers with someone, we have a phone call first. This was not the case. Instead I was bombarded with text messages. I mean like 30 in a row. This man texted full conversations. He was draining my phone battery. I started calling him to see if he would catch a clue and start having phone calls. It fell on deaf ears. He was officially a serial texter.

By the nickname, you can tell he worked in aviation. He was a flight attendant. The first thing all my female friends asked me was if he was gay. I didn't get a gay vibe. He texted me for our first date. He picked a movie. Typically I don't like to go to the movies for a first date, but again I was being open. I show up and I am waiting by the ticket counter. All of a sudden a petite man is standing before me. I guess it is true, the camera adds pounds.

The flight steward is well mannered and nice so I roll with it. A couple of weeks have passed and I am still getting text message after text message. It didn't matter the time. Since he is a flight attendant, he has no sense of time zones. He has even taken phone messaging to a new level. He began sending me screen shots of his flight schedule.

This was nice and dandy, but when was date #2? He would text things like, "I am off for two days." Thank you for the public service announcement, but if we are not hanging I don't care. This kept on for about two more weeks. He was working my nerves with all the texts. I even asked specifically if he could call more. He said he would.......still waiting.

I found my out the weekend I had to go out of town for a friend's birthday. I told him I would be busy. So busy in fact, I never texted him again. THE END.

Got Milk?

While on Match, this guy and I began emailing. We got to the point where we exchanged numbers. The first time I heard his voice, it sounded nothing like I expected. You know when you see a person, you get a vision of how they would sound. Then he opened his mouth and poof...the vision was destroyed. He had an arrogant air about him, but again, this was just his phone voice.

The first time we were scheduled to meet, he asked if I was free Saturday evening. I must not have been paying attention and said I was free, and that we should do lunch. I was presenting a workshop Saturday morning and knew I would be ready for lunch. Well I guess my lunch suggestion offended him. He asked had I paid attention and noticed that he asked about Saturday evening. I had a Real Housewives of Atlanta moment: Who gone check me boo? I shook it off and told him the evening was fine. I didn't hear from him till Saturday evening and he was asking about my day. Err, did he not recall he wanted to do dinner?

At this point we text and have a few more conversations. We still haven't met up. Another week goes by and he calls. I can tell he is drinking something. He can barely speak because he is gulping his beverage? I asked, "What are you drinking?" He tells me it's milk. Folks he was tearing that milk up. He was geeked that he was drinking milk after his great workout. He then started burping in my ear. I was beyond grossed out. Where is your home training? Where they to that at? (ghetto on purpose) Since Mr. Beer Goggles had traumatized me. I figured I wouldn't even bother scheduling with Milk Boy.

Did You Say A Nervous Break-Down?

On our first date he told me he had issues with OCD and depression, but was fine now.  I have some OCD tendencies so I was not trippin.  We go on three dates and then he went ghost.  He called about 2 weeks later to tell me he had a nervous break down, was back on medication, and back to seeing his therapist.  He then told me he was not in the position to pursue a relationship.

I wished him well and told him I hoped he had a speedy recovery.  Well, guess who I saw looking extra healthy at the Keisha Cole concert?  You guessed it, lol.  He even had a date.  Then a few weeks after that I see him at a diner with the same woman.

Who fakes a mental break down versus saying you are interested in another woman.  I hope he stumps his big toe in the dark!

Silence Is NOT Golden

Speaking of E-Harmony, there is another match I was paired with that I did not agree with.  He asked me where I would like to meet.  I suggested we go to Main Event.  Main Event is similar to Dave & Busters. 

I show up and suggest we play air hockey.  He only bought enough credits for one round.  He then suggested we go eat.  Main Event has two areas for eating.  One is concession style and the other is sit-down.  He chose the concession area......side eye.  The food was horrible.  I took two bites and I was done.

From there, he wanted to talk.  Here's the problem, I was doing all the talking.  He just wanted to listen.  He would not speak.  I really felt like I was talking to myself.  He just took bites from his nachos.  After about an hour of my monologue, he's ready to go home.  He rants and raves about how great this date went.  I am now wondering if I am in the Twilight Zone.  Did we experience the same date?

I get in the car and immediately pull out my phone to call my sister so I can debrief her.  I notice he sends a text.  I don't respond since I am driving.  He then calls after ten minutes, I didn't click over.  He calls again, and again, and again.  Wait!!!!  So you were silent  all through the date and now you want to talk.  I finally call him back when I get home.  He wants another date.

Since I am glutton for punishment, I agree to a second date.  I tell him to pick a Happy Hour for 5 pm.  I purposely chose a Happy Hour because I know I will need assistance to get through it.  I get a text that says, "Let's go to Sky Bar."  Sky Bar?  Sky Bar right after work when the sun is up?  I then asked him did he google happy hours.  He replied back that he did.  I tell him to just meet me at Kona Grill.

We order and the food arrives.  As he eats, food is dripping all on his tie.  I am in awe!  Oh yea, he is still silent.  At this point I am about to fake an emergency.  I go to the restroom and plot my out.  Operation "Give Us Free" is in full effect.  I purposely leave my phone on the table and let it ring.  Peace out homie.....and I'm out!!!

Napoleon Dynamite

I did not realize how many dudes I've met over the years.  For those that know me, they know I like dating men that are taller than me.  I am 5'10" and literally looking down at a man is not the business. 

Four of Five years ago I was in between boyfriends and saw an E-Harmony commercial.  They were running a special so I decided to join for a month.  E-Harmony does not let you pick your match.  Instead, they provide your "matches."  Now I know I ranked height as as a super important factor.  Low and behold they paired me up with a man that was 5'4".  I don't know if I was curious or just looking for a free meal, but I agreed to a date.

He selected Joe's Crab Shack for dinner.  I get there first....he's running late.  He finally pranced in and it took all I had not to laugh.  He was sporting one of those bedazzled Ed Hardy shirts, sunglasses, and his bling.  As the hostess led us to the table,  the patrons kept starring at us.  I'm sure it looked funny seeing David and Goliath walk through the restaurant.  At one point, I would walk a few steps and turn around to catch people on the spot starring. 

We have our meal and the convo is okay.  In my mind I'm thinking dinner is about to wrap up and I can head home.  No, no, no....he wanted the date to continue.  He then suggest we go to Dave & Busters.  I agree and we head there.  We play some games and I try to excuse myself saying it's getting late.  He still wanted to hang.  Now he wants to go to the movies.  I promise this is the date that was never ending.  We walk by the theater and thank goodness it was over an hour before the next movie.  You'd think he would give up.  Now he suggest I go back to his place and we rent movies.

I had to take a stand.  I kindly let him know it is past my bedtime and I am ready to go home.  I watched him literally hop into his car and drive away.  I forgot to mention, he drove a Hummer.

Valentine's Day 2012

My bestie is so sweet and loves me.  She invited me over and prepared a grand meal.  Mind you she is married.  She and her husband were more worried about me having a good day.  They are such great people with kind hearts.  I'm not a big Valentine person so I wasn't bothered that I didn't have a date this year.

I showed up, we watched movies, ate our meal, and they even gave me a gift.  My bestie did a toast and mentioned as children we start celebrating Valetine's Day with friends, and that they were glad I was in their lives.  Tear, tear she and I will never part.

River Dance

So after 5 years I will see the one I call River Dance.  This is the one that did a dance routine on top of my heart.  I actually joked with a friend today about him.  Not only did he do a dance routine, but he drop kicked that hoe.  A couple of months ago he sent me an email.  I guess he was trying to reconnect.  I was not amused and quickly hit the delete button. 

This weekend I shall put on my happy face because in fact I am happy.  I don't look backwards and I am a firm believer people show their true colors just when you need to see them.  He did the FOOL and it took a minute for me to get right.  There is no way in hell I would ever put myself in that position ever again.  When I envison happily ever after, I know my heart will be at ease.

27 Dresses?

Gulp, I may be on my way to becoming the woman from the movie "27 Dresses."  Don't get me wrong, I am honored to be apart of these unions.  There is nothing better than witnessing a couple come together and unite as one.  I just can't help but wonder: Will I ever get to wear the wedding dress?

I have been in 12 weddings, have an upcoming wedding, had to decline 3 weddings, and have attended more weddings than I can count.  You may be wondering if I have a closet full of dresses.  The answer is no.  I donated all the dresses, except one, to the Fairy Godmother Project.  This non-profit provides prom dresses and accessories to teens who can not afford to purchase prom gear.

I always crack up when I tell my mom I am in a wedding.  She asked me if I was friends with the whole world, lol.  Love that woman.

I Feel The Love

My post are in jest for the most part.  I see the humor in it.  All around me I see great relationships stemming from family and friends.  These relationships have rocking chair qualities.  You know those are the relationships where you just know the couple will be old and gray sitting in their rocking chairs enjoying each the company of their significant other.  These are the relationships that let me know Mr. Right and I will have our encounter.

Driving In Houston

I wrote this after a interesting drive to work back in 2006.

Sent: Wed, 18 Oct 2006 9:36 AM
Subject: Driving in Houston


Have you ever just looked at cars when you are driving? This morning I saw just how creative people get with their vehicles. Again this all happened this Wednesday morning.

Car 1: The rear view window is missing. So what does this person do? Get some heavy foil (not the household kind, but that heavy stuff restaurants use to store food) and line the area. But ooops, how will he see? He cut a circle in the middle. Now he has fresh air and visibility everyday. This is my 3rd time seeing this truck on my way to work. I just don't think he'll get it fixed anytime soon.

Car 2: This car utilized the almighty duct tape. What's the point in duct taping your side mirror if it hangs so low you can't see out of it? Is it there for sentimental reasons? All that money invested in rolls of duct tape (re-taping) could have been used to get the mirror fixed.

Car 3: If you decide to purchase an SUV, you need to make sure you can afford the vehicle. That means gas, insurance, maintenance and oh yeah a back door/trunk. Who knows what happened to the back door/trunk of this SUV, but it was gone. Mind you it was flying down 59. To help protect the kids in the back seat, this person took the time to apply heavy plastic and duct tape to the area. I tell you that darn duct tape is the bomb. Who needs an air bag and metal when you have plastic and duct tape to protect you.

Car 4: This man is in an old Saturn just cruising like it is a Sunday afternoon. His windows are down and he is singing to music. He is going about 55 mph. I did fail to mention he was in the far left lane of a 5 lane freeway at 7:30 am this Wednesday morning. There are four slow lanes to your right and you choose the far left....you dummy. So many people cut him off and had road rage honking at him. It was pretty fun because he could have cared less. He was just a singing.

Car 5: "Why are you on my bumper you SIMPLE B*^CH!," was all I was thinking. I'm going a good 80. If you feel the need to go 90...I'mma need you to move around ---->. The Camry and I are going to be together till the wheels fall off. That includes my back bumper. We all know traffic can come to an abrupt stop in Houston and that's how accidents happen. For those that know me, you know my nickname is "Lemony Snicket's Series of Unfortunate Events," when dealing with cars. You all remember Sputter...lol. Sputter went through hell....poor thing. The strangest Sputter incident occurred when lawn furniture tumbled off a pick up and slammed into my car just messing up my poor hood. Cars swirling everywhere and I'm stuck in the middle taking most of the impact. The insurance adjuster had the nerve to ask, "Did I get the truck's license plate number and did they stop?" Gee let me think....no and no to both questions. I was just happy not to crash.

Folks, this is all for now. I just felt the need to have a "sharing moment." Have a good day and I'll see you when I see ya!

Fluffy

I call this man Fluffy due to the abundance of blonde hair sitting on the top of his head.  Fluffy was cultured, involved with the arts, and a nice guy.  I was in my mid twenties at the time so I was not ready for all he had to offer, plus he was shorter than me.

I had some fun outings with Fluffy and got to go to elite events because he sat on the board for a certain organization.  I was putting him in the friend zone without even knowing it.

One evening Fluffy leaned in to kiss me and I believe my life flashed before my eyes.  I couldn't do it.  I turned my head and he ended up kissing my ear.  Fluffy and I had "the talk," and decided to call it quits.  Just recently, Facebook suggested I add him as a friend.  How did Facebook know?

I Get Around

Good ole Match.com, I tell you..........(side eye).  I exchanged numbers with Mr. I Get Around.  He was a handsome guy.  We finally got to the point where we decided to meet up.  I suggested he meet me at a friend's house party.  This way I would have witnesses and it was a social environment.  He was a hit.

A week later he suggested we catch a movie.  He asked where I lived.  I thought he was being a gentlemen and picking me up.  Nope, he pranced his ass inside of my house and sat on the couch.  Might I add he did not bring a movie.  Luckily I am a TV junky and have tons of cable channels. 

Since he was making himself cozy, I decided to casually let him know I am a gun owner.  You know just in case he tried to pull a stunt.  We're watching TV and things are are chill.  Then he proceeds to tell me that he has a record.  Folks, I got nervous.  Operation get my gun was in full effect!!!  I decided not to ask him what was on his record.  No need to incite a riot.

As we spoke, I could tell he was actually a pretty decent person and was really involved with his church.  He even gave up alcohol.  I believe in second chances so I thought I would work with him.  But then he started smelling himself.  He got excited over all the Match.com attention and proceeded to tell me how he is "making friends."

I am not an option Mister Man, I am a priority!  He could barely keep up with all of us.  Had to give him the Deuces.

The Trainer

I met The Trainer and he reminded me of Trey Songz.  He was a widower, but since he asked for my number I thought he was ready to date.  I was wrong.

On our first date I noticed he was sporting a wedding band on his middle finger.  On our second date, the band switched to his ring finger on his right hand.  His phone rang and he pulled it out to answer.  The screen saver was a picture of he and his wife.  He invited me over to watch movies, yes only movies, and there was a calendar posted that consist of 12 months worth of pictures of he and his deceased wife.

I felt dirty like I was helping him cheat.  Oddly enough, that is not why we parted ways.  He did NOT have a car.  I was curious as to how he got around the city to see his clients.  He told me he uses the bus and the rail.  Mind you I leave in the SOUTH and not the east coast.  What finaly did him in was when he called to ask me to take him to Walmart to get dog food.  Mind you we had never gone to dinner or to a public outing.  I knew then to bow out gracefully, this was not  going to work.  I am not a damn taxi service!

Chuy's

A few years ago I tried Match.com for the first time.  I typically don't date outside my race but decided to add some cream to my coffee.  I was contacted by a man who wanted to meet up at Chuy's.  This particular day something told me to cancel, but I decided to show up.

Folks this man looked like he could be my father.  Matter of fact he looked older than my father.  Ewww, he was so wrong for posting a pic from his youth.  Now this is where it gets bad.  I walked into Chuy's and spot grandpa at the bar.  We have a seat in the bar area. It's important to note my back was to the bar.  The Senior then asked me what I wanted to drink.  A couple of minutes go buy and I turn towards the bar.  Folks, he bolted. I was tickled.  If anyone should have left, it should have been me due to false advertisment.

How This Blog Came To Be...

My dear family and friends are forced to listen to my rants concerning my love life.  I decided to use this blog as a form of entertainment to keep from crying, lol.

Enjoy!

Mr. Beer Goggles

Never partake in adult beverages and give out your number!!!  You will be disappointed 9 out of 10 times.  I decided to go to a Day Party with some friends.  The music was great and the drinks were flowing.  Ooops I can no longer feel my lips.  Hark, how did this happen?

I am feeling good and a cutie approaches me.  He tells me I am cute BUT he's married.  Instead he decided to introduce me to Mr. Beer Goggles.  This fool just pulled the bait and switch on me.  I give out my number and continue partying with my friends.

A week has passed and Mr. Beer Goggles and I are scheduled to meet at a Wine Bar.  I walk in and immediately find him.  We were the only brown people there so he was not hard to spot.  Mind you I really didn't remember what he looked like. 

Ohhh Mr. Beer Goggles was not easy on my eyes, but he was nice.  I started having thoughts like "Hey I can do this," "He's not that bad," "I've seen chicks date ugly guys."  I really was trying to convince myself I could date a man I found unattractive.

Mr. Beer Goggles is eager for date #2.  He suggest we go to a movies.  I agree and tell him we can go after work.  Little did I know he purchased 10:30 PM tickets on a Monday without checking to see if that time was okay.  I don't know about you, but I am tired on Mondays and a late movie is not my idea of fun.  I go since I was texted the movie time and receipt for the tickets.

After the movies, he wants another date asap.  I tell him we can go to dinner the next weekend.  In the meantime he blows up my phone everyday asking to come over my home.  All I keep thinking is that you are a stranger and you will not be entering my thresh hold anytime soon.  Then I start thinking why are you so eager to come over?

The last supper as I called it took place on a Sunday.  We decided to meet at Grand Lux.  This man's table manners turned my stomach.  The waiter brings our bread and he slabs enough butter on it that it begins to gather in the corners of his mouth.  I can't help but stare.  It clicks to him to use a napkin, but not just any napkin.  He uses the bread basket napkin.  From there he orders FRIED CHICKEN!  Who would do it?!?  He tore that chicken up.  All I could hear was him sucking the meat.  Then he damn near killed me when he scooped some spinach on his fork and brought it 1 inch from my face.  You can imagine the horror as he wanted me to eat from his fork.  I politely passed.

Dinner wraps up and he walks me to my car.  I just want to go home!!!  Then the dreaded words came out of his mouth: Can I have a kiss?  I give him a kiss on the cheek.  He then tells me, "I don't want a kiss there."  Oh Father God save me.  I take one for the team and give him a peck on the lips.  I enter my car and begin to scream and gag.  I pull out my anti bacterial gel and rub it on my lips.

I wave the white flag, I am done!!!

Mr. 6'6"

I decided to give Match.com another try and this time it was looking promising. One day I logged in and had a message from 6'6". His profile pic was cute so I clicked on the message. All it said was "Dinner?" I replied back asking for a name. From there we scheduled a meet and greet.




I show up at Starbucks and the first thing he says is, "You look better than your pictures." Might I add he was not saying this to be nice. I guess I was supposed to be happy he found me appealing. I gave him the "err" face. Seriously dude, that is not how you put your best foot forward. But hey, I figured what the hell, I am here.




Dinner went well, we laughed, and even scheduled a second date. He even stepped it up a notch one weekend. I happened to be out of town for a friend's birthday and he decided to detour his road trip to my location for a day. You know I was thinking "cha-ching!"




So let's fast forward to the tom foolery. This past Friday we went to dinner and a movie. It was a normal date and ended with a hug and a peck. His final words were, "I'll call you Saturday after work so we can get together." Welllllll, Saturday passed, Sunday passed, Monday passed, Valentine's passed, and now it is Thursday.




Hmmm, so either someone has died or he's just not that in to me. Was the movie a parting gift? This fool has been ghost this whole time. So, DELETE-DELETE-DELETE! Mr. 6'6" is now a memory. I was stepping out the box for 6'6". He had been married twice, has two daughters under 3, and his stories about his life made me clutch my pearls. I can't stand disappearing acts.




In the words of a good friend, "Rejection is Protection!"