...so all I will divuldge is that I met someone new :)
Well, I had met him before and had a feeling I should meet him again and boy was I right!
Cotes de Rhone, Sweedish, Four Seasons, oh what a night.
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Thursday, February 25, 2010
When do I get famous?
Okay, so I've been blogging a while now and I've yet to receive any book deals or tv show pilots...what gives?
I guess I should get "out there" more to add some fuel to this fire. If anyone was interested, I'm debating whether or not to move out on my own. I am currently living rent free with my parents in a sick nasty and spacious apartment which includes free meals, laundry service, and daily motherly nagging. My other option is to rent a studio apartment for about $1,000/mo which includes less square footage than my bedroom currently, a kitchen where the drawers don't open fully due to lack of space between them and the refridgerator, a roof top pool deck, and independance. This is one sticky situation, and no amount of Excel spreadsheets or turns at the Magic 8 Ball can help me make this decision.
It really comes down to money vs. independance...can I really put a price on feeling like a real adult? I have to move out eventually, no one ever seems to have as much money as they'd like, and I could really benefit from pool access come tanning season. I've found a semi-reasonable gem of an apartment, and I don't want to let it go! If only the lease stipulated a handsome (single, straight, normal) next door neighbor I'd be sold...stay tuned for the outcome!
I guess I should get "out there" more to add some fuel to this fire. If anyone was interested, I'm debating whether or not to move out on my own. I am currently living rent free with my parents in a sick nasty and spacious apartment which includes free meals, laundry service, and daily motherly nagging. My other option is to rent a studio apartment for about $1,000/mo which includes less square footage than my bedroom currently, a kitchen where the drawers don't open fully due to lack of space between them and the refridgerator, a roof top pool deck, and independance. This is one sticky situation, and no amount of Excel spreadsheets or turns at the Magic 8 Ball can help me make this decision.
It really comes down to money vs. independance...can I really put a price on feeling like a real adult? I have to move out eventually, no one ever seems to have as much money as they'd like, and I could really benefit from pool access come tanning season. I've found a semi-reasonable gem of an apartment, and I don't want to let it go! If only the lease stipulated a handsome (single, straight, normal) next door neighbor I'd be sold...stay tuned for the outcome!
Monday, February 22, 2010
Keep on truckin'
As Michael Scott once said, "Oh how the turn tables..."
It seems as quickly as I had fallen for B#2, it was over. Yes, over. And to think, I - one who often preaches of the pertinence of patience - was cut short so fast by someone else. Well, this grasshopper is hopping on to greener pastures without B#2.
As I had predicted in my last post; the Valentines day curse did indeed serve to act as a major milestone in our yet-to-be-decided relationship. And not a forward moving one at all. After nothing more than a smiley face text message on the day whilst he was away visiting friends for the weekend, we had made plans to meet up the following Friday. Nothing special of course because his schedule is so very booked, but most likely a casual night with a happy ending. A phone call Friday during work proved that this situation we had going was not working out for him, that he felt guilty that he couldn't provide me with more attention, and that I deserved better.
He was right. I do deserve better. So, onward and upward. I do not like the idea of being alone, so the only other option is to keep on truckin'...Easier said than done, but keeping positive sounds better than moping. Here's to greener grasses!
It seems as quickly as I had fallen for B#2, it was over. Yes, over. And to think, I - one who often preaches of the pertinence of patience - was cut short so fast by someone else. Well, this grasshopper is hopping on to greener pastures without B#2.
As I had predicted in my last post; the Valentines day curse did indeed serve to act as a major milestone in our yet-to-be-decided relationship. And not a forward moving one at all. After nothing more than a smiley face text message on the day whilst he was away visiting friends for the weekend, we had made plans to meet up the following Friday. Nothing special of course because his schedule is so very booked, but most likely a casual night with a happy ending. A phone call Friday during work proved that this situation we had going was not working out for him, that he felt guilty that he couldn't provide me with more attention, and that I deserved better.
He was right. I do deserve better. So, onward and upward. I do not like the idea of being alone, so the only other option is to keep on truckin'...Easier said than done, but keeping positive sounds better than moping. Here's to greener grasses!
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
To date or Not to date...
...that is the question I find myself trying to answer. Whilst in that awkward limbo stage before any kind of "exclusively dating each other" talk, but after I had a cute young man from the fun, hip bar ask me out to dinner.
On a night where my seemingly dating man was "too busy" to hangout, I went off with my single friends and curiously scored a quick number chatting to a handsome guy at the Soul Night bar event. Although I couldn't remember his face, nor his name for that matter; I accepted his invitation to meet him for dinner this upcoming Friday night. Partially because I was flattered, and partly because I haven't yet found the exact perfect timing to broach the exclusive subject with B#2. I figure as long as I'm still single, I might as well take advantage of other dating opportunity - that is in fact the purpose of my New Years resolution and blogging escapades.
To create more muddiness in my already foggy dating life, the lurching Valentines Day looms in the near future and I have no clue what B#2 is thinking about it/me in relation to said love-centered holiday. I went to his place to make him dinner last night, and his brother ended up joining us for what felt like a real adult family style dinner. After watching some television and blank reactions to the overload of flower/chocolate/cupid commercials, we routinely if not spectacularly executed our normal "sex-cuddle-me drive home" schpeel.
I have a feeling the next couples of days will prove to be an exciting and defining point in both my relationship with B#2 and my overall dating experiences. Stay tuned, wish me luck, and keep reading!
On a night where my seemingly dating man was "too busy" to hangout, I went off with my single friends and curiously scored a quick number chatting to a handsome guy at the Soul Night bar event. Although I couldn't remember his face, nor his name for that matter; I accepted his invitation to meet him for dinner this upcoming Friday night. Partially because I was flattered, and partly because I haven't yet found the exact perfect timing to broach the exclusive subject with B#2. I figure as long as I'm still single, I might as well take advantage of other dating opportunity - that is in fact the purpose of my New Years resolution and blogging escapades.
To create more muddiness in my already foggy dating life, the lurching Valentines Day looms in the near future and I have no clue what B#2 is thinking about it/me in relation to said love-centered holiday. I went to his place to make him dinner last night, and his brother ended up joining us for what felt like a real adult family style dinner. After watching some television and blank reactions to the overload of flower/chocolate/cupid commercials, we routinely if not spectacularly executed our normal "sex-cuddle-me drive home" schpeel.
I have a feeling the next couples of days will prove to be an exciting and defining point in both my relationship with B#2 and my overall dating experiences. Stay tuned, wish me luck, and keep reading!
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
That was fast!
Well, seeing as I created this blog to keep track of all my many men, I am personally surprised at how quickly I went from too many to keep track of - to simply documenting the start of what could be a lasting relationship. I can't help but feel slightly like the protagonist in that indie flick - 500 Days of Summer...trying to enjoy the moment and not tick-tock counting days etc.
One way I attempted to live my own advice was playing the cool card when I went away on vacation this past weekend. I would be traveling for 5 days, over a weekend, and intented to maintain that distance in my communication with B#2. A sincere "have fun on your trip" text from him was all that sustained my thirst to call/text and tell him what I ate, which famous person I saw (not really any, but if you know me at all I constantly mistake people for other people and in Los Angeles you can only imagine how many "famous" people I saw), the cool ski jumps I so awesomely overcame etc...
Sitting at the airport Monday morning waiting for my return flight to board, I couldnt help but stare at my phone in anticipation waiting for him to welcome me home. My wish was granted upon my arrival at O'Hare waiting for my bags I returned his voicemail and we made plans to grab some dinner that very night. Plastic checkered table cloths and a quick salad later, my real wish came true back at his place post-dinner. Some deep conversation and tax advice later, I drove home with a smile on my face, glad to be back in Chicago and see that nothing really had changed.
One way I attempted to live my own advice was playing the cool card when I went away on vacation this past weekend. I would be traveling for 5 days, over a weekend, and intented to maintain that distance in my communication with B#2. A sincere "have fun on your trip" text from him was all that sustained my thirst to call/text and tell him what I ate, which famous person I saw (not really any, but if you know me at all I constantly mistake people for other people and in Los Angeles you can only imagine how many "famous" people I saw), the cool ski jumps I so awesomely overcame etc...
Sitting at the airport Monday morning waiting for my return flight to board, I couldnt help but stare at my phone in anticipation waiting for him to welcome me home. My wish was granted upon my arrival at O'Hare waiting for my bags I returned his voicemail and we made plans to grab some dinner that very night. Plastic checkered table cloths and a quick salad later, my real wish came true back at his place post-dinner. Some deep conversation and tax advice later, I drove home with a smile on my face, glad to be back in Chicago and see that nothing really had changed.
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