While I was hanging out with the Half Crazy, I also started talking to a new guy, He seemed very normal and down to earth. We talked for several weeks and things were going good over the emails and text messages. After I ended it with the Half Crazy, I met this guy.
The first time that we hung out, it was at this house and we watched a movie. I felt like I was back in high school as we sat on the opposite sides of the couch and did not touch. We slowly inched our way to each other, When the movie was over, we were actually touching and holding hands. It was very sweet. We were talking and getting to know each other. That is when he decided to tell me his life story. No joke, his life story. He started when he was younger and was in elementary school. He used to get into trouble a lot, and went all the way up to his last relationship, He told me that in order for me to understand him, that I needed to know what he had been through in his lifetime. I listened patiently, and that is when he started to cry. It was very strange for me to see a grown man cry on the first “date” when I am sure I can count on one hand how many times I have seen all the men in my life cry including my brother and father.
I decided that I would give him a this guy a shot. I have never had a sensitive guy before, and it might be a nice change. One day, without me prior knowing, he sent me a picture of his manhood. And upon reviewing it, I noticed that his cat was in the background. Which that in itself was weird to me. Who takes a picture of their private parts and sends it to someone that they hardly know, but to take the picture with your pet in the background is even funnier.
Then one day he called me, and he had a friend die in Iraq. I admit, this is very hard news. I told him that I would hang out with him as he wanted to go get drunk. I wanted to make sure that he was going to be ok. When I showed up, he was already drunk. There were moments of tears, moments of laughter, moments of drunken silliness, and then more moments of tears. We did have a good time, but started to notice that he was more emotionally needy then I was afraid I was going to be able to deal with. I wanted someone to pull my hair, not cry after sex. Although, we never had sex, the thought that I was going to have to comfort him after sex was starting to creep in my head.
Over the next week, his attitude slowly went down, and he got more and more depressed. I hung out with him one more time, and we talked about his past again. He informed me that he had withheld a few details in his story. He let me know his complete story. I admit again, that his story was very horrific, but he was crying again on me with no alcohol. At this moment, I realized that I cannot date a nice guy. I still talk to him as a friend, and he stills tries to flirt with me.
New rule: Nice guys do finish last.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Half Crazy
So, after the rebound king, I was immediately met the next guy. He claimed to be a Christian, and I thought that maybe this would be a nice change. I had never been with someone with the same beliefs. The first night that we talked, we literally talked for 8 hours. It was an amazing conversation.
The next day we decided to meet up. After work, I drove to his house. It was the longest drive I have ever taken. When I met him, I noticed immediately that he did not look like the pictures that he had posted. We had a great time, and I decided that I would stay the night. We started to make out and one thing lead to another, and he pulled it out. For the first time, I was scared. I had never seen one that big before. It was enjoyed, but he lasted forever. It was a nice change. And it was pretty apparent at this time that he was not so Christian as he proclaimed.
Over the next week, we hung out and talked a lot. When the weekend came around we made plans to hang out. I went to his house on Friday night. We watched a movie and drank some wine. Saturday came and we had breakfast and enjoyed each other. Then all of a sudden, he gets up and goes into his office. About 15 minutes goes by, and I hear voices from his office. When I go into his office he was watching TV on his computer. When I tried to sit in there with him to spend time with him, he got up and left the room again and went outside to talk on the phone. I decide that I needed to leave.
Over the next week, he is distant and borderline weird. I slowly stopped talking to him. Then one day he calls me out of the blue. It had been a while since my last encounter, and I hung out with him again. In the middle of sex, he stops and looks at me and gets emotional. He told me how he missed me and how he was so glad to see me. I decided that I would slowly let him loose. He had a little more bi-polar tendencies than I wanted to deal with.
New Rule: No matter how normal they seem, they can still have a hint of crazy.
The next day we decided to meet up. After work, I drove to his house. It was the longest drive I have ever taken. When I met him, I noticed immediately that he did not look like the pictures that he had posted. We had a great time, and I decided that I would stay the night. We started to make out and one thing lead to another, and he pulled it out. For the first time, I was scared. I had never seen one that big before. It was enjoyed, but he lasted forever. It was a nice change. And it was pretty apparent at this time that he was not so Christian as he proclaimed.
Over the next week, we hung out and talked a lot. When the weekend came around we made plans to hang out. I went to his house on Friday night. We watched a movie and drank some wine. Saturday came and we had breakfast and enjoyed each other. Then all of a sudden, he gets up and goes into his office. About 15 minutes goes by, and I hear voices from his office. When I go into his office he was watching TV on his computer. When I tried to sit in there with him to spend time with him, he got up and left the room again and went outside to talk on the phone. I decide that I needed to leave.
Over the next week, he is distant and borderline weird. I slowly stopped talking to him. Then one day he calls me out of the blue. It had been a while since my last encounter, and I hung out with him again. In the middle of sex, he stops and looks at me and gets emotional. He told me how he missed me and how he was so glad to see me. I decided that I would slowly let him loose. He had a little more bi-polar tendencies than I wanted to deal with.
New Rule: No matter how normal they seem, they can still have a hint of crazy.
Monday, January 17, 2011
4 Inch Man
So, after I had my heart hurt, I decided to follow my brother’s advice. He told me that the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else. I was on a mission. I started talking to 4 Inch Man right after Sublime lover and had one thing on my mind. To get over the one before. We started talking and quickly made a date to hung out.
I met him out for a few drinks. When he showed up, I noticed that he was not the height or the weight that he told me he was. I went a head with the date. We went into the restaurant and had a few drinks. So, at the end of the date, we decided to get a hotel room. He paid for the room, and we were set.
So, once we were in the hotel room, we started making out, touching, and undressing. Now, I am not trying to say that I look amazing naked, but I make for it in other ways. Things started to get hot and heavy, and his shirt came off. I ran my hand over his back and noticed that he had shaved his back and hair and it was time for him to do it again. It was right at the point where the hair was short and all the same length. Then the pants came off, he turned to grab the condom, and I saw his ass. It was the hairiest thing I have ever seen. I had to turn away. I kept telling myself that I was doing this and never call him again. When he got back into bed, and right at the moment where the sex was going to begin, I looked down, and noticed that the 6 inches that he promised me was not there. There were only 4. At that point, I was a little far into this to stop. So, I took one for the team. It was one of the worst sexual experiences of my life. I felt bad for the guy, but it is the truth. I got my clothes, got dressed, and got out of there.
The new rule: If I am going to use a guy for sex, then get picture evidence im advanced before I commit to having sex with him.
I met him out for a few drinks. When he showed up, I noticed that he was not the height or the weight that he told me he was. I went a head with the date. We went into the restaurant and had a few drinks. So, at the end of the date, we decided to get a hotel room. He paid for the room, and we were set.
So, once we were in the hotel room, we started making out, touching, and undressing. Now, I am not trying to say that I look amazing naked, but I make for it in other ways. Things started to get hot and heavy, and his shirt came off. I ran my hand over his back and noticed that he had shaved his back and hair and it was time for him to do it again. It was right at the point where the hair was short and all the same length. Then the pants came off, he turned to grab the condom, and I saw his ass. It was the hairiest thing I have ever seen. I had to turn away. I kept telling myself that I was doing this and never call him again. When he got back into bed, and right at the moment where the sex was going to begin, I looked down, and noticed that the 6 inches that he promised me was not there. There were only 4. At that point, I was a little far into this to stop. So, I took one for the team. It was one of the worst sexual experiences of my life. I felt bad for the guy, but it is the truth. I got my clothes, got dressed, and got out of there.
The new rule: If I am going to use a guy for sex, then get picture evidence im advanced before I commit to having sex with him.
Sublime Lover
The second guy that I really made a connection to is known to me by Sublime Lover. I emailed him first and I caught his eye because I mentioned that one of my favorite bands was Sublime, and I was an animal lover. and we really hit it off. Within a few days, numbers were exchanged, and we were off texting, and calling all the time. We talked about everything, and nothing was unturned. We agreed upon everything and we were having a great time. We started getting more and more personal and the harder I fell. After a few weeks of talking, we decided to meet.
We decided to meet on a Friday night after I got off work. We went out for a few beers and he leaned in to kiss me. I was not ready for it so he kissed my upper lip. We laughed and kissed again. I admit that I saw fireworks. We had such a great time that we then went to a park to have a picnic under the stars. We made out and enjoyed conversation. We parted ways at 4:00 am.
The next day, we talked and decided to go to a movie. I picked him up as it was my date and my choice. I got beer and pizza and picked him up. We went to the drive in and made out like we were back in high school. After the movies, I dropped him off at his house at 2:00 am.
We are on Sunday now, and he text me asking if I wanted to go out again with him to watch football. Of course I did. So, I went and met him and we were having a great time. We were talking and laughing, and the subject of religion came up. I am Christian. When I started my story about my past experience with a youth group I used to go to, he stopped me in the middle of the story and asked if I was Catholic. When I responded with “No, I am Christian.” He jerked his head to me and asked me, “Aren’t you Catholic?” I told him that I am Christian, and he asked if I was sure. I responded with yes. It was not less then 15 minutes and he made up an excuse that he had to work early in the morning and he needed to go home. So, we left.
The next day, we talked a little bit, but I noticed things were just different. So, I asked what was wrong. He responded that he was scared and that we were moving too fast. I ended the conversation with “Well, you know my number.”
The new rule: Do not bring up religion unless the person has the same religion.
We decided to meet on a Friday night after I got off work. We went out for a few beers and he leaned in to kiss me. I was not ready for it so he kissed my upper lip. We laughed and kissed again. I admit that I saw fireworks. We had such a great time that we then went to a park to have a picnic under the stars. We made out and enjoyed conversation. We parted ways at 4:00 am.
The next day, we talked and decided to go to a movie. I picked him up as it was my date and my choice. I got beer and pizza and picked him up. We went to the drive in and made out like we were back in high school. After the movies, I dropped him off at his house at 2:00 am.
We are on Sunday now, and he text me asking if I wanted to go out again with him to watch football. Of course I did. So, I went and met him and we were having a great time. We were talking and laughing, and the subject of religion came up. I am Christian. When I started my story about my past experience with a youth group I used to go to, he stopped me in the middle of the story and asked if I was Catholic. When I responded with “No, I am Christian.” He jerked his head to me and asked me, “Aren’t you Catholic?” I told him that I am Christian, and he asked if I was sure. I responded with yes. It was not less then 15 minutes and he made up an excuse that he had to work early in the morning and he needed to go home. So, we left.
The next day, we talked a little bit, but I noticed things were just different. So, I asked what was wrong. He responded that he was scared and that we were moving too fast. I ended the conversation with “Well, you know my number.”
The new rule: Do not bring up religion unless the person has the same religion.
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
The Rules
On line dating. It is the new dating scene, and it is fun, entertaining, and ego boosting. It is chance to see "what is out there." After a long relationship, I wanted to do just that, see what WAS out there. I really did not know my city as I had only been living here for 4 years, and was in a relationship with a man that did not want to adventure out for 3.5 of those years. I am not a bar scene kind of girl, but wanted to meet people and get out. What is the best solution to this, on line dating. Why not, I told myself. So, I set up a profile, posted some pictures, and I was off. Within a few hours, I had emails, responses, and online gifts. Yes, gifts. For those of you who do not know how this gift thing works, a guy or a girl will send you an image of a rose or whatever gift they feel is appropriate for you. Let me tell you, nothing warms my heart more than a rose or a teddy bear that anyone can photo shop into an email. Not that I am saying that I need the real thing, but come on. I definitely don't need a fake one either. So, here I was making real connections with these guys, and I thought, "This is fun, I can do this." Within a few days, a few weeks, I had email addresses, IM screen names, and telephone numbers which turned into long conversations over emails, instant messages, text messages, and even telephones calls. From there, I was even able to score dates with what I thought were decent men. So, here is where my stories begin, and the rules to my on line dating game come into play:
1. I am not the type of girl that thinks that physical appearance is completely it, but I have to feel some attraction to the guy.
2. He has to be able to hold a conversation with me over email, text messages, and be able to spell some what correctly. Otherwise, it just will not work.
3. I am not looking for a booty call, a hook up or a one night stand. Go to a bar, get a drunk girl and take her home.
4. Don't be completely into yourself, seriously, not interested.
5. Keep my interest. I know harder then it sounds, and borderline stuck up, but I do not want to deal with someone that just wants to talk about themselves, play videogames, or stare at me like I am a piece of meat.
6. I will go out with a guy as long as the above rules are met. I am easy going, and believe that you never know what you will find.
I make up rules as I go. As I find out what I like and don't like, new rules will get added. I go out with guys that I am generally interested in, and here are the stories of the many failed attempts at finding my prince. I am going to use nicknames for the guys as I am still friends with a few of these guys, and I do not want to hurt their feelings just in case. Plus, I am sure I could be sued for some of this stuff. Don't want to take that chance. I will start by updating on the dates that I have already been on and the experiences that I have gone through, then I will update with new dates as I have them. Some dates or guys are much more interesting then others. I hope that you all enjoy my experiences, and either learn from or get a good laugh from them. ENJOY!
1. I am not the type of girl that thinks that physical appearance is completely it, but I have to feel some attraction to the guy.
2. He has to be able to hold a conversation with me over email, text messages, and be able to spell some what correctly. Otherwise, it just will not work.
3. I am not looking for a booty call, a hook up or a one night stand. Go to a bar, get a drunk girl and take her home.
4. Don't be completely into yourself, seriously, not interested.
5. Keep my interest. I know harder then it sounds, and borderline stuck up, but I do not want to deal with someone that just wants to talk about themselves, play videogames, or stare at me like I am a piece of meat.
6. I will go out with a guy as long as the above rules are met. I am easy going, and believe that you never know what you will find.
I make up rules as I go. As I find out what I like and don't like, new rules will get added. I go out with guys that I am generally interested in, and here are the stories of the many failed attempts at finding my prince. I am going to use nicknames for the guys as I am still friends with a few of these guys, and I do not want to hurt their feelings just in case. Plus, I am sure I could be sued for some of this stuff. Don't want to take that chance. I will start by updating on the dates that I have already been on and the experiences that I have gone through, then I will update with new dates as I have them. Some dates or guys are much more interesting then others. I hope that you all enjoy my experiences, and either learn from or get a good laugh from them. ENJOY!
The Dragon Slayer
The first guy that I made a connection with is nicknamed Dragon Slayer. He was so handsome and intriguing. I loved emailing with him. We would write to each other the most wonderful things. Our connection was so surreal. We would look forward to read the emails from each other. Finally, we decided to exchange our numbers, and the texting began. They were just as wonderful as the emails. We then started to talk to each other on the phone and the conversations were also just as good as the written correspondence.
Finally, after about 2 weeks, we were talking on the phone and he told me that he has a game later that day. When someone tells me that they have a game later, I immediately think of something like basketball or football with their friends. When I asked him what kind of game, he told me that he had a Dungeons and Dragons match with his friends. I had a flood of questions for him. He told me that he does not go to the park, and play with fake swords “because those people are weird.” I asked all my questions and he answered them with pleasure. I learned a lot about Dungeons and Dragons, the board game. And at the end of the conversation, he ended it with “Oh, I have to go because the Dungeon Master is here with the story.”
I tried very hard to be optimistic, and I was determined not to let this bother me. But when he started talking like he was from another time, that is when I had to draw the line. It was like after he gave me his deepest, darkest secret, then he was going to go all out and be clingy. I am a not the type of girl that wants or needs the romantic lobe poems nor do I want them. So, the next few days he slowly got more and more romantic and clingy over his text messages. Finally, the last day that we talked was when he asked, “Permission, to speak boldly.” I said of course, and he asked, “May I take me lady out to a beautiful dinner on Wednesday.” I accepted it, and he went on to add, “We will have dinner on top of the world.” I was not able to handle it. I asked him if it was going to be cold on top of the world and if I needed a sweater, and I asked if Santa was going to be there. I know it was mean. I stopped talking to him.
The new rule: Ask the guy if he is into Dungeons and Dragons first.
Finally, after about 2 weeks, we were talking on the phone and he told me that he has a game later that day. When someone tells me that they have a game later, I immediately think of something like basketball or football with their friends. When I asked him what kind of game, he told me that he had a Dungeons and Dragons match with his friends. I had a flood of questions for him. He told me that he does not go to the park, and play with fake swords “because those people are weird.” I asked all my questions and he answered them with pleasure. I learned a lot about Dungeons and Dragons, the board game. And at the end of the conversation, he ended it with “Oh, I have to go because the Dungeon Master is here with the story.”
I tried very hard to be optimistic, and I was determined not to let this bother me. But when he started talking like he was from another time, that is when I had to draw the line. It was like after he gave me his deepest, darkest secret, then he was going to go all out and be clingy. I am a not the type of girl that wants or needs the romantic lobe poems nor do I want them. So, the next few days he slowly got more and more romantic and clingy over his text messages. Finally, the last day that we talked was when he asked, “Permission, to speak boldly.” I said of course, and he asked, “May I take me lady out to a beautiful dinner on Wednesday.” I accepted it, and he went on to add, “We will have dinner on top of the world.” I was not able to handle it. I asked him if it was going to be cold on top of the world and if I needed a sweater, and I asked if Santa was going to be there. I know it was mean. I stopped talking to him.
The new rule: Ask the guy if he is into Dungeons and Dragons first.
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