So the 21 year old broke my bed the other day... and not doing what you think! He was demonstrating a fall he took wakeboarding, and the bedframe broke when he body-slammed my bed. So despite the fact that we haven't talked since last Thursday because I was completely put off by the way he reacted when I wanted him to comfort me emotionally over the loss of my best friend, he texted me today to tell me that he was buying me a bedframe.
I jokingly responded that I was happy, but he also had to set it up, to which he replied, "no problem. Just leave the key..."
Just leave the key?! HE doesn't even want to see ME?! I ask him something to this effect but slightly less needy and he says he's busy with friends back in town and is happy to do it while I'm gone. No problem.
So I don't have to take the cowardly way out and never call him again, a la Mr. Man With My Last Name who I "dated" and never heard from again earlier this year. We are somehow mutually agreeing not to see each other anymore, and he is STILL fixing my bed. Amazing.
People are truly amazing.
And this truly is a new era in my dating life-- good guys from here on out...
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
Surprise! Guys have a damn radar
I enjoy posting in the afternoon as a way to wind down the day, but I can't help but post right now. So this weekend I got a surprise text from my ex-boyfriend. This isn't any old ex, though, this is THE EX. The ex that you could say broke my heart, but it goes beyond that, because we dated 5 years ago and something about him continues to pull at the heart strings (maybe his bimonthly phone calls?), which is as frustrating as it is utterly puzzling.
So I talked to him that night, partially because his dad died last summer and my best (guy) friend just died six weeks ago, so I thought he could relate like no one could, and partially because I was curious. He told me then that he had sent an email to an old account of mine, so obviously I had to go check it today.
Long story short, it read "i'm sorry" + a laundry list of things he had done to me... the most shocking being "not wanting to understand your feelings." I was impressed that he recognized that he didn't want to understand them, rather than thinking that he just didn't understand. See, he's a good guy after all?
Absolutely not!
He has, and all guys have, a friggin' radar. When a new romance is cropping up and I think I'm rid of THE EX forever, up he pops! Things are really good with R., who is my first legitimate romance since god knows when, possibly ever. It's definitely the first thing to start out this way--slow, easy, lots of hanging out but nothing physical, and no dates (yay! dates stress me out). The first thing since THE EX and me, anyway, who started out as basketball buddies before one thing led to another and our first kiss was in the parking lot outside of the gym.
Why does THE EX have to come along and confuse my heart, as much as I tell myself I won't let him? He still does, how can he not? He is my past, his manipulation of me is my legacy, and I can't ignore his significance in my life. Which isn't fair to R.! I just got done with his 21 year old competitor, and THE EX has to be reintroduced?
How IS it that exes have a radar for this sort of thing?!
Or is it me, somehow, like I let him in to sabatoge what I have going with R. because I am scared to get in a relationship because I don't want it to turn out like mine and THE EX's, which ironically ruins my chances of having anything but the bare threads of what once was a relationship between me and THE EX?!
This is ridiculous. You can see why I had to post now, because who can work under these conditions?!
So I talked to him that night, partially because his dad died last summer and my best (guy) friend just died six weeks ago, so I thought he could relate like no one could, and partially because I was curious. He told me then that he had sent an email to an old account of mine, so obviously I had to go check it today.
Long story short, it read "i'm sorry" + a laundry list of things he had done to me... the most shocking being "not wanting to understand your feelings." I was impressed that he recognized that he didn't want to understand them, rather than thinking that he just didn't understand. See, he's a good guy after all?
Absolutely not!
He has, and all guys have, a friggin' radar. When a new romance is cropping up and I think I'm rid of THE EX forever, up he pops! Things are really good with R., who is my first legitimate romance since god knows when, possibly ever. It's definitely the first thing to start out this way--slow, easy, lots of hanging out but nothing physical, and no dates (yay! dates stress me out). The first thing since THE EX and me, anyway, who started out as basketball buddies before one thing led to another and our first kiss was in the parking lot outside of the gym.
Why does THE EX have to come along and confuse my heart, as much as I tell myself I won't let him? He still does, how can he not? He is my past, his manipulation of me is my legacy, and I can't ignore his significance in my life. Which isn't fair to R.! I just got done with his 21 year old competitor, and THE EX has to be reintroduced?
How IS it that exes have a radar for this sort of thing?!
Or is it me, somehow, like I let him in to sabatoge what I have going with R. because I am scared to get in a relationship because I don't want it to turn out like mine and THE EX's, which ironically ruins my chances of having anything but the bare threads of what once was a relationship between me and THE EX?!
This is ridiculous. You can see why I had to post now, because who can work under these conditions?!
Monday, May 14, 2007
Friending My Mom on Myspace
I adore my mom, and I'm not just saying that in light of Mother's Day being yesterday. She is fun and funny and I love her. Yesterday, we were driving back from Houston and my phone was dead, so she lent me hers. I proceeded to call R., the 26-year old mentioned in my previous post. He didn't answer, and apparently called back later and got my mom's voicemail, introducing herself as C. When I called him back, he asked, "Hi, is this C.?" which was pretty funny.
R. owns a shirt that says "Your mom is in my Top 8" referring to myspace. So naturally the running mom joke lent itself to him friending my mom on myspace, only she wasn't on myspace.
Well, today my brother decided to create her an account, and she friended me. I thought it was hilarious and promptly emailed R. to tell him about it.
He friended her.
She put him in her Top 4.
And then she wrote on my wall.
... I adore these people. I was opposed to myspace before I got on it and only grudgingly use it now, but it has brought me such joy and mirth today that I can do nothing but love it for the rest of my life.
R. is friends with my mom on myspace...
R. owns a shirt that says "Your mom is in my Top 8" referring to myspace. So naturally the running mom joke lent itself to him friending my mom on myspace, only she wasn't on myspace.
Well, today my brother decided to create her an account, and she friended me. I thought it was hilarious and promptly emailed R. to tell him about it.
He friended her.
She put him in her Top 4.
And then she wrote on my wall.
... I adore these people. I was opposed to myspace before I got on it and only grudgingly use it now, but it has brought me such joy and mirth today that I can do nothing but love it for the rest of my life.
R. is friends with my mom on myspace...
Friday, May 11, 2007
No News is Good News
I have nothing sarcastic and tongue-in-cheek to say about anyone today. Sure, my work stalker called and said that if we were to run a picture of me in the magazine we would sell more copies--remember he's never seen me--but other than that, all's quiet on the dating front.
I could take this time to delve into my more committed affairs with two men whose names happen to rhyme, but that's just exhausting. Suffice it to say that they are 21 and 26 and act their respective ages, which means I like them for those respective reasons.
The 21 year old chases me around the condo, comes over with a baseball bat in the middle of the night when I hear scary noises, skinny dips and brings his puppy over to play with mine. He also texts incessantly and refuses to call, says silly things in bed, can read my emotions like a book, and says he understands my need for me time. Those last few are the ones that are simultaneously endearing and annoying as hell, depending on my mood.
The 26 year old, on the other hand, discusses religion with me, engages in friendly sarcastic banter and battles of wit, owns his own condo, comes out with me at night, meets my friends, and is taking everything really, really slow. You could say he's far more involved in my life, but he's never even been to my condo.
So you see that the two of them fill certain roles, and don't really overlap at all... which is really kind of odd. And eventually I realize that I will have to choose, since balancing my life and time with one guy is hard enough. But I'm okay with taking my time to decide, and if they aren't, well, then that will help me decide, won't it?
I could take this time to delve into my more committed affairs with two men whose names happen to rhyme, but that's just exhausting. Suffice it to say that they are 21 and 26 and act their respective ages, which means I like them for those respective reasons.
The 21 year old chases me around the condo, comes over with a baseball bat in the middle of the night when I hear scary noises, skinny dips and brings his puppy over to play with mine. He also texts incessantly and refuses to call, says silly things in bed, can read my emotions like a book, and says he understands my need for me time. Those last few are the ones that are simultaneously endearing and annoying as hell, depending on my mood.
The 26 year old, on the other hand, discusses religion with me, engages in friendly sarcastic banter and battles of wit, owns his own condo, comes out with me at night, meets my friends, and is taking everything really, really slow. You could say he's far more involved in my life, but he's never even been to my condo.
So you see that the two of them fill certain roles, and don't really overlap at all... which is really kind of odd. And eventually I realize that I will have to choose, since balancing my life and time with one guy is hard enough. But I'm okay with taking my time to decide, and if they aren't, well, then that will help me decide, won't it?
Thursday, May 10, 2007
My Work Stalker
This is not exactly dating, but this is just how my life goes. J. says that I "have an effect on men." Awesome... I didn't ask for this kind of effect!
Naturally, I have a work stalker. I interviewed the man, over the phone, for an article I'm writing, and he calls once every couple of days--just to check in... This is fine, I'm nice, we're working "together," great.
Today he asked me, "What color are you wearing?"
"Um, red?"
"And?"
"White."
"And?"
"Black."
"And what color are your shoes?"
"Red."
"Good, they aren't tennis shoes."
It's not like he asked what I was wearing exactly, but he still asked what I was wearing, which is pretty creepy. On the one hand I want to give him the benefit of the doubt, he's an artist, he's a tad crazy, he really likes color, whatever. But on the other, that's just weird!
J. thinks he's painting me.
Naturally, I have a work stalker. I interviewed the man, over the phone, for an article I'm writing, and he calls once every couple of days--just to check in... This is fine, I'm nice, we're working "together," great.
Today he asked me, "What color are you wearing?"
"Um, red?"
"And?"
"White."
"And?"
"Black."
"And what color are your shoes?"
"Red."
"Good, they aren't tennis shoes."
It's not like he asked what I was wearing exactly, but he still asked what I was wearing, which is pretty creepy. On the one hand I want to give him the benefit of the doubt, he's an artist, he's a tad crazy, he really likes color, whatever. But on the other, that's just weird!
J. thinks he's painting me.
Wednesday, May 9, 2007
The GG Saga Continues
You can't really complain about a free membership, can you? And what about a free personal training session... can you complain about that? Three days after the fact when I still can't straighten my arms, I would say yes, complain about your pain, but it's a good complaint. And good pain.
However, my complaint about my personal trainer himself is neither painful nor good, it's just awkward. After we finish our (my) grueling workout, he asks what I'm doing later. I talk about playing volleyball and invite him out of friendliness--he's actually a cool guy, and sports are sports and you can always use an extra player.
He doesn't want to get his clothes dirty.
Fine, that's okay, but then he asks what I'm doing after that. I mention I have Grey's Anatomy on tape and he says that's what he was planning on doing as well! And he has it in high def! I'm welcome to come over and watch with him...
Now hold on just a minute here buddy. Besides the fact that I could be paying you in the future to watch me work out (not going to happen on this editor's salary), it's just awkward to invite a girl over to watch a girly TV show--and then to add that it's in high def, like that makes Grey's that much better?!
I say I'm watching it with my mom. (I am)
But he's not done! "Well, you have my number [from his BUSINESS CARD] if you ever want to come hang out at my apartment... no one is ever around..."
Oh, so he doesn't want anyone around to see my above-average self?!
Speaking of above average guy, he called me today and left me a message, inviting me to dinner at a specific restaurant tomorrow night. Say I were going to accept (I'm not), I thought I was supposed to have say in the date? Like maybe you make a casual suggestion about the restaurant, not like you planned it out for four days in advance?
This is why I don't answer numbers I don't know on my cell. You never know what you're gonna get.
However, my complaint about my personal trainer himself is neither painful nor good, it's just awkward. After we finish our (my) grueling workout, he asks what I'm doing later. I talk about playing volleyball and invite him out of friendliness--he's actually a cool guy, and sports are sports and you can always use an extra player.
He doesn't want to get his clothes dirty.
Fine, that's okay, but then he asks what I'm doing after that. I mention I have Grey's Anatomy on tape and he says that's what he was planning on doing as well! And he has it in high def! I'm welcome to come over and watch with him...
Now hold on just a minute here buddy. Besides the fact that I could be paying you in the future to watch me work out (not going to happen on this editor's salary), it's just awkward to invite a girl over to watch a girly TV show--and then to add that it's in high def, like that makes Grey's that much better?!
I say I'm watching it with my mom. (I am)
But he's not done! "Well, you have my number [from his BUSINESS CARD] if you ever want to come hang out at my apartment... no one is ever around..."
Oh, so he doesn't want anyone around to see my above-average self?!
Speaking of above average guy, he called me today and left me a message, inviting me to dinner at a specific restaurant tomorrow night. Say I were going to accept (I'm not), I thought I was supposed to have say in the date? Like maybe you make a casual suggestion about the restaurant, not like you planned it out for four days in advance?
This is why I don't answer numbers I don't know on my cell. You never know what you're gonna get.
Tuesday, May 8, 2007
The Saga of Gold's Gym
The Gold's Gym story is just too phenomenal to tell in one post. I will begin it today. So I have been on a bit of a gym-quest for the past month or so because I have never had to pay for a gym before and am therefore incredibly picky--if I'm going to spend money on it, it better be good!
I have also found out that while I wish it wasn't this way, I am highly motivated by attractive men working out around me. They don't have to be available, or straight, and I really don't want them to talk to me, I just need them there. I need them there so when I am on my tenth rep out of 12, I keep going, lest they think I am a weakling.
At any rate, I decide to try the Gold's Gym downtown. It's in the basement, so I walk down the stairs thinking nothing of it. Perhaps from the bottom it looked like a pair of tan, shapely legs descended from Heaven, followed by some red shorts, a t-shirt, boobs, a round face and a ponytail, but I was just there to work out. Manager winks at me and whisks me to their reception area, saying he'll send over one of the guys.
Of course, he sends over the 6'4" lanky former football player who looks like the lovechild of my two most recent ex-boyfriends. Awesome. Turns out, he happens to share a name with one of the aforementioned exes. Phenomenal. Amazingly enough, I hold my ground and do not sign up for a membership then and there (where did my strength come from?!) and after an hour of sassing, teasing, and repeated requests for a week trial membership, I am released into the gym to have my way with the ellipser and some weights.
Having told my new 6'4" friend Josh that I am a skilled basketball player and "throw a tight spiral," he suggests we get together to shoot around or toss the ball around or do god knows what else around. I ask when, he says I have his number. I tell him, "I won't call," he asks why not. I shrug and hastily make my exit. Leave them wanting more, right?
... the next day I get a phone call from the winking manager saying that I have miraculously won a free month's membership to Gold's. How freakin' convenient.
I have also found out that while I wish it wasn't this way, I am highly motivated by attractive men working out around me. They don't have to be available, or straight, and I really don't want them to talk to me, I just need them there. I need them there so when I am on my tenth rep out of 12, I keep going, lest they think I am a weakling.
At any rate, I decide to try the Gold's Gym downtown. It's in the basement, so I walk down the stairs thinking nothing of it. Perhaps from the bottom it looked like a pair of tan, shapely legs descended from Heaven, followed by some red shorts, a t-shirt, boobs, a round face and a ponytail, but I was just there to work out. Manager winks at me and whisks me to their reception area, saying he'll send over one of the guys.
Of course, he sends over the 6'4" lanky former football player who looks like the lovechild of my two most recent ex-boyfriends. Awesome. Turns out, he happens to share a name with one of the aforementioned exes. Phenomenal. Amazingly enough, I hold my ground and do not sign up for a membership then and there (where did my strength come from?!) and after an hour of sassing, teasing, and repeated requests for a week trial membership, I am released into the gym to have my way with the ellipser and some weights.
Having told my new 6'4" friend Josh that I am a skilled basketball player and "throw a tight spiral," he suggests we get together to shoot around or toss the ball around or do god knows what else around. I ask when, he says I have his number. I tell him, "I won't call," he asks why not. I shrug and hastily make my exit. Leave them wanting more, right?
... the next day I get a phone call from the winking manager saying that I have miraculously won a free month's membership to Gold's. How freakin' convenient.
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