Last night I played my first volleyball game with my new team, a group of randoms who don't know each other. We all seem very nice and fun, so I'm excited about that. When I first walked up, toting my dog, keys, water bottle and volleyball in full hands, I caught sight of this guy, we smiled at each other, I kept walking to find my team.
Turns out, we're playing his team. We take it to three games but we end up losing, and I play pretty well, though not the best showing I've had. After the game, I'm inviting my team to come to the party I'm throwing tomorrow and calling out to them as I walk to my car, and the guy from earlier is like, you didn't invite me. I turn to him, surprised, because he looks like a shy fella, and say I don't even know his name. We meet, and I invite him to my party. I remember his email address and send him the evite later that night.
This afternoon, he rsvped yes on the evite. Hahaha. Adventures could strike tomorrow, big time.
Last night, I went out with my two best girl friends from high school, and we got DRUNK. I felt so tired all day today as a result, but that isn't the point. The point is that I called up JJ, who you might remember from before and at the beginning of dating R.--he's the L.A. kid. Turns out, I'm going to L.A. at the beginning of August, so I wanted to know if he'd be there and wanted to see him. AKA I was drunk and horny. Ooops. He called me back today and I was remarkably less excited. I mean, I adore JJ with all of the love of friends, but I don't have any desire to start something up with someone who doesn't live here.
You might be wondering, weren't you supposed to have a Monday date with Adamman? Yes, yes I was, but I canceled on him. It's par for our course, and he said he wasn't feeling good anyway. Hopefully we'll get to do it sometime soon, but knowing us, it might never happen.
So the host of Saturday's party, we'll call him GoofyD, is still emailing me... I really can't decide how I feel about it, which generally means I shouldn't do anything about it.
I'm going to the gym tonight... it's THE HOTGUYATMYGYM night! YES!! Maybe we can speak more than a few words and he will come to my party too!... or perhaps this is one of those times I should hold myself back.
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Tuesday, July 3, 2007
Monday, June 25, 2007
Oh the irony! and also, you should know that I am ugly
Well friends, we knew that I was destined to be a dating blogger forever... R. and I broke up. I don't really see how you can break up when you weren't exactly together, but apparently I have been dumped, so maybe I'm just bitter.
Here's the thing though: I'm sad, and I cried, but I think I'm more sad about the failure of my first real relationship in many years than I am about the loss of R. himself. After all, he was too into his structured routine for me, among other things.
What he said was that he just didn't feel passionate about our relationship. I understand, we never did anything but kiss, and even that wasn't that good. So maybe I didn't feel passion either. But what if no passion means that he thinks I'm ugly? Could be.
But it doesn't mean I'm ugly, it just means he's not attracted to me. Except I still feel kind of ugly.
Besides the ugliness, there is that in typical me fashion, he tells me that I'm his best friend and he wants us to stay close. Which would be fine if my actual best friend, who happened to be a guy, hadn't died less than three months ago. I told him that would be much harder for me than dating, and he didn't really seem to get it. More reasons he's right and we shouldn't keep dating. Also, I don't know what age his parents divorced. Or what he was like in high school. Or how he felt about what he was like in high school. Or what he thinks about his ten-year reunion. Whatever.
It's all just funny. And it's all just life. And it's all prepping me for the greatness that is to come...
...for instance, I remembered that now that I don't have a kinda-boyfriend, I can start scheming about ways to get that super hot guy at the gym to talk to me... yessss!
Oh, also, he said he decided this before this weekend, but didn't want to tell me before my friends came into town. Which just pissed me off, because it means when we held hands and kissed and flirted on Friday and Saturday, it was all just a lie.
My mom called him a BASSHOLE last night... she couldn't decide between bastard and asshole, so she accidentally combined the two. I love her.
Here's the thing though: I'm sad, and I cried, but I think I'm more sad about the failure of my first real relationship in many years than I am about the loss of R. himself. After all, he was too into his structured routine for me, among other things.
What he said was that he just didn't feel passionate about our relationship. I understand, we never did anything but kiss, and even that wasn't that good. So maybe I didn't feel passion either. But what if no passion means that he thinks I'm ugly? Could be.
But it doesn't mean I'm ugly, it just means he's not attracted to me. Except I still feel kind of ugly.
Besides the ugliness, there is that in typical me fashion, he tells me that I'm his best friend and he wants us to stay close. Which would be fine if my actual best friend, who happened to be a guy, hadn't died less than three months ago. I told him that would be much harder for me than dating, and he didn't really seem to get it. More reasons he's right and we shouldn't keep dating. Also, I don't know what age his parents divorced. Or what he was like in high school. Or how he felt about what he was like in high school. Or what he thinks about his ten-year reunion. Whatever.
It's all just funny. And it's all just life. And it's all prepping me for the greatness that is to come...
...for instance, I remembered that now that I don't have a kinda-boyfriend, I can start scheming about ways to get that super hot guy at the gym to talk to me... yessss!
Oh, also, he said he decided this before this weekend, but didn't want to tell me before my friends came into town. Which just pissed me off, because it means when we held hands and kissed and flirted on Friday and Saturday, it was all just a lie.
My mom called him a BASSHOLE last night... she couldn't decide between bastard and asshole, so she accidentally combined the two. I love her.
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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