Canadian Stalker part 2
somehow the story does not end with us leaving. A few days later I was on a plane to Texas to be in my dear friends wedding, Go Maria!
As I am waiting and dillydallying on my phone, who texts me? Of course, Dane.
He wants to know if I want to go to a concert and I am like, you live in Canada, I don't and no...
and he was like, oh I was planning on going down to --
and I was like. Nope, Im out of town. Plane is taking off gtg.
So then it is a little while later and my bestie (amazing hair) asks me about Dane. And I tell her and then say, wait... how do you even know about him, I never mentioned him?
Turns out he went on facebook and sent Rachel a note because he wanted to come down and surprise me with a visit.
STALKER!!!
fast forward: a week after that he is engaged. Turns out instead of visiting me he went somewhere else and met a gal as desperate as he was and they got engaged and married shortly after. Good for them! he thanked me sometime after this--not that I did anything, but he was all like, if i had gone to visit you I wouldn't have ever met her! And yikes. he was like, I do still love you too though. WHAT? You LOVE me??
...oy.
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Monday, May 23, 2011
Monday, May 16, 2011
The Canadian
I was reading through some old posts and realized some of my disasterous dating posts are quite funny... and then I realized I never told you about my Canadian stalker.
The year was 2009. I had just gotten back from my three weeks in Russia and my two weeks or how ever long my jet lag and dilly-dally-ing took coming back to Washington from Utah... then my mom wanted to go to Canada to visit my grandmother and I was still on a Passport high, so I said yes! I knew that shortly after that trip I would be going to Texas for my friends wedding--I was her maid of honor. :) Which would not be my first time in the wedding party...
Anyway, We go up to Canada. We usually stay at my mom's best friend's house which is nice, they have kids my age that are sometimes fun to hang out with. We go shopping and this was the trip that I found THE Perfect Little Black Dress. It just is so perfect.
Well, my mom's friends have an extra room in their house that they rent out to local college kids and this guy, lets call him "Dane" was living with them. So whatever. I pay no mind to him cause I am there to see family and I am still a little jet lagged.
I don't remember how it all happened, but I think my mom was going to go out with her friends and I didn't really want to and somehow I ended up going to the county fair with Dane. It was fun enough, I haven't really ever done rides at a fair before and he was excited to show me how fun they were and whatever. So we are trying to make some conversations and I am thinking, this kid is kind of strange. But whatever, we are having an alright time. So after that hour or two passes he askes if I want to go see a movie. I like movies so I think, eh sure. Harmless right? And that after the movie we would just end up going home and it would be over.
Wrong. After the movie he says, lets grab something to eat. And I think, well I am kind of hungry. So okay. But I made a mistake. I had mentioned that I bought the best dress earlier that day so he says, lets go get dressed up for a fancy dinner! And I am thinking... eh no? And I say, oh I don't know I kind of and he says YEAH! Somehow I am trapped.
So we go back and get changed and I have to dry shave my legs cause its been awhile and I don't have time to shower. But it is like 8 or 9 by this time. so I am thinking, okay dinner and then we come back.
As we leave I shoot my mom this stare that says, I am trapped and you are doing nothing to save me from this.
For whatever reason we drive around and he can't find the Keg where he wanted to take me and instead we go to the beach and walk out to the lighthouse. I am kind of irritated by now cause I didn't bring a jacket, I didn't think we would be outside and it is cold... and he is making me climb down these rocks in a dress I just bought and I don't want to be doing this anymore! I think the salt water ended up irritating my dry shaven legs...
Anywho, finally we go back to the car and he takes me to a poolhouse. So we shoot some pool. He is trying to be all flirty and I am thinking, I can put up with this for another half hour and then go home. No biggie. But he is dancing all weird and I a getting fed up. But I can be nice for a little longer.
Do you think I got to go home and go to bed after this?
Nope. We then are driving and he says, oh I want to show you one more thing! And I am like, well I am kind of tired...
He ignores that. So we drive to a beach lookout and I am like, no way am I kissing him. So we sit in his car just in silence. I make some comment cause it is soooo awkward. I comment about the CD that is playing, the music was really cool so I talk about it. (the bank is Obijou, pretty good, and he ended up giving me the cd, so that was cool) Then it is back to awkward silence.
Finally I say, man I am so tired... I think we should go back. I have to wake up early in the morning so my mom and I can drive home.
and then maybe twenty minutes later he drives us back. I have no idea what was going through his head... he isn't trying to make any moves so I have no idea.
anyway, We get home late like at 1:30 or something so everyone is asleep. He goes to his room and I make my bed on the couch.
He may have tried to tuck me in. I can't remember.
What I do remember is waking up to someone nudging me and telling me to scoot over. I am vaguely aware that it is Dane. He is trying to cuddle with me. I pretend to be asleep and won't budge.
He is very persistent. I can't remember everything but I am grumpy by this point because he is disturbing my sleep and it is like 6 am! No way am I cuddling with you! I felt NO connection yesterday on our date that WOULD NOT END! And no you will NOT get any action. He then says, lets go to breakfast! And I am like, no I am sleeping. After a few more attempts to cuddle and lure me to breakfast the annoyance goes away. This may have been where he tucked me in. I have no idea anymore.
But then I am being woken up again and I want to slap him. Turns out it is my mom. She let me know that Dane went and got us doughnuts and I am like, mom we have to leave before he comes back!!
I was reading through some old posts and realized some of my disasterous dating posts are quite funny... and then I realized I never told you about my Canadian stalker.
The year was 2009. I had just gotten back from my three weeks in Russia and my two weeks or how ever long my jet lag and dilly-dally-ing took coming back to Washington from Utah... then my mom wanted to go to Canada to visit my grandmother and I was still on a Passport high, so I said yes! I knew that shortly after that trip I would be going to Texas for my friends wedding--I was her maid of honor. :) Which would not be my first time in the wedding party...
Anyway, We go up to Canada. We usually stay at my mom's best friend's house which is nice, they have kids my age that are sometimes fun to hang out with. We go shopping and this was the trip that I found THE Perfect Little Black Dress. It just is so perfect.
Well, my mom's friends have an extra room in their house that they rent out to local college kids and this guy, lets call him "Dane" was living with them. So whatever. I pay no mind to him cause I am there to see family and I am still a little jet lagged.
I don't remember how it all happened, but I think my mom was going to go out with her friends and I didn't really want to and somehow I ended up going to the county fair with Dane. It was fun enough, I haven't really ever done rides at a fair before and he was excited to show me how fun they were and whatever. So we are trying to make some conversations and I am thinking, this kid is kind of strange. But whatever, we are having an alright time. So after that hour or two passes he askes if I want to go see a movie. I like movies so I think, eh sure. Harmless right? And that after the movie we would just end up going home and it would be over.
Wrong. After the movie he says, lets grab something to eat. And I think, well I am kind of hungry. So okay. But I made a mistake. I had mentioned that I bought the best dress earlier that day so he says, lets go get dressed up for a fancy dinner! And I am thinking... eh no? And I say, oh I don't know I kind of and he says YEAH! Somehow I am trapped.
So we go back and get changed and I have to dry shave my legs cause its been awhile and I don't have time to shower. But it is like 8 or 9 by this time. so I am thinking, okay dinner and then we come back.
As we leave I shoot my mom this stare that says, I am trapped and you are doing nothing to save me from this.
For whatever reason we drive around and he can't find the Keg where he wanted to take me and instead we go to the beach and walk out to the lighthouse. I am kind of irritated by now cause I didn't bring a jacket, I didn't think we would be outside and it is cold... and he is making me climb down these rocks in a dress I just bought and I don't want to be doing this anymore! I think the salt water ended up irritating my dry shaven legs...
Anywho, finally we go back to the car and he takes me to a poolhouse. So we shoot some pool. He is trying to be all flirty and I am thinking, I can put up with this for another half hour and then go home. No biggie. But he is dancing all weird and I a getting fed up. But I can be nice for a little longer.
Do you think I got to go home and go to bed after this?
Nope. We then are driving and he says, oh I want to show you one more thing! And I am like, well I am kind of tired...
He ignores that. So we drive to a beach lookout and I am like, no way am I kissing him. So we sit in his car just in silence. I make some comment cause it is soooo awkward. I comment about the CD that is playing, the music was really cool so I talk about it. (the bank is Obijou, pretty good, and he ended up giving me the cd, so that was cool) Then it is back to awkward silence.
Finally I say, man I am so tired... I think we should go back. I have to wake up early in the morning so my mom and I can drive home.
and then maybe twenty minutes later he drives us back. I have no idea what was going through his head... he isn't trying to make any moves so I have no idea.
anyway, We get home late like at 1:30 or something so everyone is asleep. He goes to his room and I make my bed on the couch.
He may have tried to tuck me in. I can't remember.
What I do remember is waking up to someone nudging me and telling me to scoot over. I am vaguely aware that it is Dane. He is trying to cuddle with me. I pretend to be asleep and won't budge.
He is very persistent. I can't remember everything but I am grumpy by this point because he is disturbing my sleep and it is like 6 am! No way am I cuddling with you! I felt NO connection yesterday on our date that WOULD NOT END! And no you will NOT get any action. He then says, lets go to breakfast! And I am like, no I am sleeping. After a few more attempts to cuddle and lure me to breakfast the annoyance goes away. This may have been where he tucked me in. I have no idea anymore.
But then I am being woken up again and I want to slap him. Turns out it is my mom. She let me know that Dane went and got us doughnuts and I am like, mom we have to leave before he comes back!!
So we leave.
Monday, November 22, 2010
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Serial Dating, for cereal? For Serious.
24. Now 24 is someone I think I could actually be interested in, he is chill yet motivated and productive. He and I go out and take pictures together and it is nice. He is however, very good friends with 21... not to mention good friends with both my ex-boyfriend Alex's best friends, David and Scott. (Yes, I dated two different guys named Alex, one when I was 14 and the other when I was 17 to 21ish? Anywho, just a weird coincidence.) We've only been out "shooting" twice, and the first time we talked about a bunch of stuff, how we would like to live IN a city, like own a building and have the lower part a garage, the middle a dance studio or restaurant, and the top your house... I was recently inspired with this idea from Grey's Anatomy where Christina and her Husband (weird to say btw) buy an old Firehouse! Fire Station? whatev. I think it would be so awesome to have a dance studio in my house, why not live in the downtown city and hold weekly dances, charge people for them, and have it be a side business! It would be great! Especially if somehow it could be an after school hangout that is an appropriate place for kids, and a good environment? Yeeaah! After that we were driving around and picked out houses for him to buy me. All in all it was a blast. Part of my hesitation here is height... which might just be me being vain and petty. sigh.
25.
26.
27.
28.
29. Well, I am not sure if there really even is a 29 anymore. I was suuper into him. Okay, super might be stretching it too... but he was really cool. and super attractive, not a stretch. We met at a YSA dance a few months ago now, I remember walking past this cute 23 year old and his friend on my way to the drinking fountain and they stop me and say, hey you can't say hi to us? And I say, my bad I was just getting a drink.. then on my way back in I invited them to come dance with my group and they decline at the moment but come join us later. It's all fun and I am taking a liking to this blond 23 year old even though we aren't really talking but just dancing in a group... then theres a slow song.. and he doesn't ask me, neither does his friend... and then the dance is over! And I am like, man this sucks! But I decide to kind of hang around and the cute 23 year old is actually hanging around a little bit too... and then I see him ask his good friend for his number and realize, they had just met! I think that at that point he also asked me for my number. Then we are chatting a little and they are turning lights out trying to get everyone to leave and I say, hey too bad you didn't bring a suit you could come hot tubbing... and he says, hey I might actually have one in my car... so we go out there and we get sidetracked just talking and somehow he says he works at a gym and I go, oh as a trainer cause I realize he is riiiiiipppped! For serious, super ripped. And then I am thinking, dang, I need to get him to my house. hahaha. shallow! anywho. Turns out we parked side by side. turns out also, he doesn't have a swimsuit with him... but I suggest my brother has one he could borrow. So he follows me and we hot tub and chat, turns out he is a Podiatrist, a foot doctor. And that he is 29. Now, at this point I was already attracted, but hearing he was 29 I was like, mmmbaby! (And the fact that I had him half naked in a hot tub!)
So we are just chatting and getting along and he mentions he is going out of town but he'd like to see me again sometime and I suggest he text me when he gets home so that I have his number and he gives a great hug goodnight... very firm... even more so since his body is so firm...
So he does text me, and I text him a little but the rest of the weekend I wait, and after he gets back from his trip he texts me and I refer to a joke we had made and he invites me to his place and we watch a movie and hot tub and cuddle and it was great.
So we do that a few times, then I helped him invite me to go out with his friends on his quads and I realize that we don't talk as well now, but I am still attracted to him and he remains a mystery although does he? I keep thinking of the movie made for my mind--He's Just Not That Into You-- and thinking... well he doesn't text me as much... he doesn't invite me to things... I have to try to suggest them... but when I do he goes for it and we end up doing something like going out to Seattle for a laser light show that is full so we walk around Seattle and go to the Melting Pot for Dinner, YUM! but... since he isn't really trying it isn't going anywhere which is so lame! I've got more guys than I know what to do with, but the one I want doesn't want me. Is that the reason I want him?
Sigh.
I think that part of it with him was that I was trying to stay cool, and not be over bearing so I over analyzed everything I did, timing my texting and stuff... when I should have just been me and not worried about it because by removing myself so much I may have come off as disinterested when really all I had been waiting for was him to ask me out.
So now I have a ticket to this hockey game this Friday and I don't know who to ask. I did as 29 but he doesn't get off work til 7 and can't really get off any earlier and the thing starts at 7 and he lives 40 minutes away plus its a friday night and he'd be fighting tons of traffic... so he declined. I am trying to ask his friend who I met through him... but that might not be the best idea although I know he really likes Hockey (and is 25 haha)... and then there is this other guy I met because of 29 inviting me to a football party at this random girls house, he was easy to talk to and fun, but I don't know if thats weird to just ask a guy I haven't talked to for a few weeks and have only met and hung out with once to a crazy hockey game with my sister and brother in law... or there is this really cute and funny guy that one of my dear friend's served his mission with... or a new 22... or 21, 24 works late so he's out... maybe a different 29 but he always ignores me and I know he has a temper so I wouldn't want to date him... my good friend 25 is out cause he works nights...
moral of the story is that I feel like a serial dater, I feel like I have such a great opportunity right now, yet, the guys I am really interested in are not returning my calls--who am I kidding, texts, I don't call people... so I still feel like no one I like likes me, which I feel ridiculous feeling since I know what it is like when no one likes you and people like me say oh it'll be okay hon and I want to punch them... so oy.
24. Now 24 is someone I think I could actually be interested in, he is chill yet motivated and productive. He and I go out and take pictures together and it is nice. He is however, very good friends with 21... not to mention good friends with both my ex-boyfriend Alex's best friends, David and Scott. (Yes, I dated two different guys named Alex, one when I was 14 and the other when I was 17 to 21ish? Anywho, just a weird coincidence.) We've only been out "shooting" twice, and the first time we talked about a bunch of stuff, how we would like to live IN a city, like own a building and have the lower part a garage, the middle a dance studio or restaurant, and the top your house... I was recently inspired with this idea from Grey's Anatomy where Christina and her Husband (weird to say btw) buy an old Firehouse! Fire Station? whatev. I think it would be so awesome to have a dance studio in my house, why not live in the downtown city and hold weekly dances, charge people for them, and have it be a side business! It would be great! Especially if somehow it could be an after school hangout that is an appropriate place for kids, and a good environment? Yeeaah! After that we were driving around and picked out houses for him to buy me. All in all it was a blast. Part of my hesitation here is height... which might just be me being vain and petty. sigh.
25.
26.
27.
28.
29. Well, I am not sure if there really even is a 29 anymore. I was suuper into him. Okay, super might be stretching it too... but he was really cool. and super attractive, not a stretch. We met at a YSA dance a few months ago now, I remember walking past this cute 23 year old and his friend on my way to the drinking fountain and they stop me and say, hey you can't say hi to us? And I say, my bad I was just getting a drink.. then on my way back in I invited them to come dance with my group and they decline at the moment but come join us later. It's all fun and I am taking a liking to this blond 23 year old even though we aren't really talking but just dancing in a group... then theres a slow song.. and he doesn't ask me, neither does his friend... and then the dance is over! And I am like, man this sucks! But I decide to kind of hang around and the cute 23 year old is actually hanging around a little bit too... and then I see him ask his good friend for his number and realize, they had just met! I think that at that point he also asked me for my number. Then we are chatting a little and they are turning lights out trying to get everyone to leave and I say, hey too bad you didn't bring a suit you could come hot tubbing... and he says, hey I might actually have one in my car... so we go out there and we get sidetracked just talking and somehow he says he works at a gym and I go, oh as a trainer cause I realize he is riiiiiipppped! For serious, super ripped. And then I am thinking, dang, I need to get him to my house. hahaha. shallow! anywho. Turns out we parked side by side. turns out also, he doesn't have a swimsuit with him... but I suggest my brother has one he could borrow. So he follows me and we hot tub and chat, turns out he is a Podiatrist, a foot doctor. And that he is 29. Now, at this point I was already attracted, but hearing he was 29 I was like, mmmbaby! (And the fact that I had him half naked in a hot tub!)
So we are just chatting and getting along and he mentions he is going out of town but he'd like to see me again sometime and I suggest he text me when he gets home so that I have his number and he gives a great hug goodnight... very firm... even more so since his body is so firm...
So he does text me, and I text him a little but the rest of the weekend I wait, and after he gets back from his trip he texts me and I refer to a joke we had made and he invites me to his place and we watch a movie and hot tub and cuddle and it was great.
So we do that a few times, then I helped him invite me to go out with his friends on his quads and I realize that we don't talk as well now, but I am still attracted to him and he remains a mystery although does he? I keep thinking of the movie made for my mind--He's Just Not That Into You-- and thinking... well he doesn't text me as much... he doesn't invite me to things... I have to try to suggest them... but when I do he goes for it and we end up doing something like going out to Seattle for a laser light show that is full so we walk around Seattle and go to the Melting Pot for Dinner, YUM! but... since he isn't really trying it isn't going anywhere which is so lame! I've got more guys than I know what to do with, but the one I want doesn't want me. Is that the reason I want him?
Sigh.
I think that part of it with him was that I was trying to stay cool, and not be over bearing so I over analyzed everything I did, timing my texting and stuff... when I should have just been me and not worried about it because by removing myself so much I may have come off as disinterested when really all I had been waiting for was him to ask me out.
So now I have a ticket to this hockey game this Friday and I don't know who to ask. I did as 29 but he doesn't get off work til 7 and can't really get off any earlier and the thing starts at 7 and he lives 40 minutes away plus its a friday night and he'd be fighting tons of traffic... so he declined. I am trying to ask his friend who I met through him... but that might not be the best idea although I know he really likes Hockey (and is 25 haha)... and then there is this other guy I met because of 29 inviting me to a football party at this random girls house, he was easy to talk to and fun, but I don't know if thats weird to just ask a guy I haven't talked to for a few weeks and have only met and hung out with once to a crazy hockey game with my sister and brother in law... or there is this really cute and funny guy that one of my dear friend's served his mission with... or a new 22... or 21, 24 works late so he's out... maybe a different 29 but he always ignores me and I know he has a temper so I wouldn't want to date him... my good friend 25 is out cause he works nights...
moral of the story is that I feel like a serial dater, I feel like I have such a great opportunity right now, yet, the guys I am really interested in are not returning my calls--who am I kidding, texts, I don't call people... so I still feel like no one I like likes me, which I feel ridiculous feeling since I know what it is like when no one likes you and people like me say oh it'll be okay hon and I want to punch them... so oy.
Friday, November 05, 2010
Remember how I use to write about my disasterous dating life?
Remember how in the summer I had two boys and didn't know what to do with myself or my feelings?
WEellll.... it's kind of like life is giving me a big joke right now...
the joke is that I have maybe 6 guys chasing me.
Okay, I am exaggerating quite a bit... mostly for entertainment value. And for self esteem purposes.
But let me explain!
My favorite part of the guys that like me right now are their ages. So instead of names, we will just use their age. And whatever other nick names I want. Cause I do what I want.
19. We all remember him, from the dance team I coached last year, he talks nonstop and gave me 24 "kisses" on my birthday and toilet papered my yard a few times. Well, he was in love with me or whatever but he is now on his mission, which is great! I am NOT waiting for him. I wrote him once, and I might write him again. Not as often as he asked--once a week? heeeeeellllllzNO.
21. It was unclear as to if this guy was trying to date me or ask me out... he calls and invites me to things like dinner and a movie but then invites his other guy friend so it's me and two guys--which I love. so I wasn't sure. but he texts me regularly and he finally asked me out last night over the phone--for next friday night. I'm not sure how excited about this I am... which I will explain a little later better, but for now it is that he has bad breath to be blunt. and is pretty fresh off the mish, and I had heard that he did NOT like older women so I was excited that we were just friends but oh well. I love that he likes me for my story's sake if nothing else.
22. Let me preface 22 by saying that my dear friend Kyle often comes over to hang out and hot tub after he gets off work, and we always have fun and just talk about life and things. We are both aware that we are friends. (Last year I was hoping he had been into me cause I was diggin him, but I am over that) SO, sometimes Kyle will invite his friends over to hot tub with us. He did this a few months ago and his friend was instantly charmed by me. I did nothing. I was just hanging out with the guys... but I digress back to 22. So, again Kyle comes over to hot tub, and invites a friend, and 22 comes. Maybe it is the sight of me in a swimsuit -NOT- but again, without trying or even aware of it? 22 loves me. He texts almost nonstop, always inviting me out but I need sleep! So I decline, or say, sure you can come over and leave by 10pm so I can get some sleep. 22 flatters me, and is really strong. Too bad for him he is over confident in his view of what I think of him, and he is a meathead and is seriously like that girl from How To Lose A Guy in 10 Days-- no joke, one morning he texted me to tell me what he ate for breakfast. And let me tell you, it was 8 eggs, three pieces of toast, an apple, two glasses of orange juice, and something else I am sure. I was full for three days just hearing about that much food! He also tried to start using pet names with me after the second night we hung out... I'm just not feelin that.
23. This is one of the summer boys-- the one I was less into by the end of the summer. PS, turns out the one I was more into most likely HAD a girlfriend while we were dating. Stupid boys. Anyway, 23 is backpack. ...and I really feel like he is turning to me so much because the girls at school aren't returning his affections. I don't know if I am right in thinking this, but thats how it feels to me. Maybe thats because I have 85 guys after me and I have NEVER had that and I don't know what to do? But it could also have something to do with the fact that I decided the last time I visited him in his home town that yes we have fun together, but there are big differences in the way we want to live our lives and we have such different views on certain things... and I realized for me that we are great as friends and I didn't want anything more than that. Which is so ironic that he was all passive this summer saying he wanted to be friends and just chill and not ruin the friendship and I wanted a commitment, and now it is so flipped. He wants to be inlove with me, he keeps calling me love and all I want is for him to stop texting me 7 times a night and talking about the SAME things (why don't we ever talk? I miss you, do you hate me? Oh we never talk and I miss it) BLECH. Broken record much? Sheesh. And whenever I explain we never talk because I am working he complains and tries to give me a solution--which I did not ask for or need. Every day he feels more and more like my high school boyfriend. Which in turn only turns me off more.
Remember how in the summer I had two boys and didn't know what to do with myself or my feelings?
WEellll.... it's kind of like life is giving me a big joke right now...
the joke is that I have maybe 6 guys chasing me.
Okay, I am exaggerating quite a bit... mostly for entertainment value. And for self esteem purposes.
But let me explain!
My favorite part of the guys that like me right now are their ages. So instead of names, we will just use their age. And whatever other nick names I want. Cause I do what I want.
19. We all remember him, from the dance team I coached last year, he talks nonstop and gave me 24 "kisses" on my birthday and toilet papered my yard a few times. Well, he was in love with me or whatever but he is now on his mission, which is great! I am NOT waiting for him. I wrote him once, and I might write him again. Not as often as he asked--once a week? heeeeeellllllzNO.
21. It was unclear as to if this guy was trying to date me or ask me out... he calls and invites me to things like dinner and a movie but then invites his other guy friend so it's me and two guys--which I love. so I wasn't sure. but he texts me regularly and he finally asked me out last night over the phone--for next friday night. I'm not sure how excited about this I am... which I will explain a little later better, but for now it is that he has bad breath to be blunt. and is pretty fresh off the mish, and I had heard that he did NOT like older women so I was excited that we were just friends but oh well. I love that he likes me for my story's sake if nothing else.
22. Let me preface 22 by saying that my dear friend Kyle often comes over to hang out and hot tub after he gets off work, and we always have fun and just talk about life and things. We are both aware that we are friends. (Last year I was hoping he had been into me cause I was diggin him, but I am over that) SO, sometimes Kyle will invite his friends over to hot tub with us. He did this a few months ago and his friend was instantly charmed by me. I did nothing. I was just hanging out with the guys... but I digress back to 22. So, again Kyle comes over to hot tub, and invites a friend, and 22 comes. Maybe it is the sight of me in a swimsuit -NOT- but again, without trying or even aware of it? 22 loves me. He texts almost nonstop, always inviting me out but I need sleep! So I decline, or say, sure you can come over and leave by 10pm so I can get some sleep. 22 flatters me, and is really strong. Too bad for him he is over confident in his view of what I think of him, and he is a meathead and is seriously like that girl from How To Lose A Guy in 10 Days-- no joke, one morning he texted me to tell me what he ate for breakfast. And let me tell you, it was 8 eggs, three pieces of toast, an apple, two glasses of orange juice, and something else I am sure. I was full for three days just hearing about that much food! He also tried to start using pet names with me after the second night we hung out... I'm just not feelin that.
23. This is one of the summer boys-- the one I was less into by the end of the summer. PS, turns out the one I was more into most likely HAD a girlfriend while we were dating. Stupid boys. Anyway, 23 is backpack. ...and I really feel like he is turning to me so much because the girls at school aren't returning his affections. I don't know if I am right in thinking this, but thats how it feels to me. Maybe thats because I have 85 guys after me and I have NEVER had that and I don't know what to do? But it could also have something to do with the fact that I decided the last time I visited him in his home town that yes we have fun together, but there are big differences in the way we want to live our lives and we have such different views on certain things... and I realized for me that we are great as friends and I didn't want anything more than that. Which is so ironic that he was all passive this summer saying he wanted to be friends and just chill and not ruin the friendship and I wanted a commitment, and now it is so flipped. He wants to be inlove with me, he keeps calling me love and all I want is for him to stop texting me 7 times a night and talking about the SAME things (why don't we ever talk? I miss you, do you hate me? Oh we never talk and I miss it) BLECH. Broken record much? Sheesh. And whenever I explain we never talk because I am working he complains and tries to give me a solution--which I did not ask for or need. Every day he feels more and more like my high school boyfriend. Which in turn only turns me off more.
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Flower Boy
So, as I mentioned, I got asked out and went on a date where we rode bikes and ate thai and went to a concert. When he asked me out, was after Sunday School right before Relief Society and my face when bright red. I was wearing this outfit though... so I can't blame him. ;)
Well, after that I was going back to EFY and he said, maybe I'll write you a letter and I was shocked and said that would be amazing...
turns out he one upped himself... and sent flowers. A dozen red roses.... I was overwhelmed! I actually burst into tears when I saw it. A little bit because I wanted them to be from the merecat.
I think that since I had kissed the merecat, my emotions were definitely more there than anywhere else. But I was flattered and they were beautiful and he wrote a cute letter with them, saying he had taken a fancy to me and that he hoped this gesture wasn't too much but that it showed he was thinking of me.
Well, backpack now refers to flowerboy as , the one who is super in love with you. Flowers doesn't know about the merecat.
Do I date them both and see who wins? Well Flowers is moving back to provo soon.
Merecat is moving back to rexburg.
Whist typing this flowers just asked me out for tomorrow night... but through texting... kind of lame...
I need to be more open minded and give him a chance
...but I want it to be merecat!
what is it about the chase that is so desirable?
So, as I mentioned, I got asked out and went on a date where we rode bikes and ate thai and went to a concert. When he asked me out, was after Sunday School right before Relief Society and my face when bright red. I was wearing this outfit though... so I can't blame him. ;)
Well, after that I was going back to EFY and he said, maybe I'll write you a letter and I was shocked and said that would be amazing...
turns out he one upped himself... and sent flowers. A dozen red roses.... I was overwhelmed! I actually burst into tears when I saw it. A little bit because I wanted them to be from the merecat.
I think that since I had kissed the merecat, my emotions were definitely more there than anywhere else. But I was flattered and they were beautiful and he wrote a cute letter with them, saying he had taken a fancy to me and that he hoped this gesture wasn't too much but that it showed he was thinking of me.
Well, backpack now refers to flowerboy as , the one who is super in love with you. Flowers doesn't know about the merecat.
Do I date them both and see who wins? Well Flowers is moving back to provo soon.
Merecat is moving back to rexburg.
Whist typing this flowers just asked me out for tomorrow night... but through texting... kind of lame...
I need to be more open minded and give him a chance
...but I want it to be merecat!
what is it about the chase that is so desirable?
People wearing Mear-cat backpacks... Part 2.
How did he convince me to visit? Well his birthday had been the Monday before, and we were texting non-stop, serious we would pass out because we were texting so late at night. So we decide we will go hiking and do fun things and it was better than sitting, bored, alone at our houses.
So I meet his mom, sister and bro, oh man I love them. So funny, full of energy and just sweet people.
We went hiking and talked a lot, we went and played mini-golf and we made a bet that loser had to do what the winner wanted... so I ended up kissing him.
Then we went swimming and went back to his house and we made dinner and while we were cooking we started kissing again, this time for reals. I have always been an advocate for cooking with my future spouse because I think it can be romantic, and like the book, Like Water For Chocolate, I think emotions can be put into the food... that like that one movie with Sarah Michelle Gellar -- Simply Irresistible, that you can taste that the food has been made with happiness and joy and excitement. So we cooked. and the kitchen heated up.
Then his family came home and we ate dinner and played games and watched movies together and the next day I went home. And we continued to talk nonstop.
The next week was week 5 of EFY and the flirting was still there, but there had been a date I went on Friday night with whom we call Flower boy, for reasons that will be explained later...
And it was a blast! He taught me how to ride a bike, we ate Thai, and then we went to a concert! It was fun, but by the end I was so tired!
Backpack had a small complex about how much fun I had with him vs Flowerboy and asked me if I liked Flowerboy better because in a facebook picture my smile looked bigger than when he and I had gone hiking.
--I should mention that since the merecat had broken up with his girlfriend he had decided to date a lot of girls, try to 31 flavor challenge and he suggested I do the same, that it would either bring us together or we would find someone else. But as soon as I got asked on a date he got jealous, and when I left his house to go home to go on the date he was jealous.. haha
(now that I am typing all of this I feel so silly and that this is lame... arg.)
yada yada, that week passed and was slightly uneventful... we hung out on the weekend a little bit and then he got super sick and was sent home and I got sick and everyone thought he had gotten me sick but I don't really think so....
Anyway, he has been on dates with other girls but he still talks to me a lot, and we are legit best friends. He invited me to come back to visit him in two weeks for the fair, and he just invited me to go camping with him and his family next week. So... he keeps inviting me to family functions, like you would a girlfriend, and he talks /flirts with me like we are dating... but he also says things like, our friendship is my greatest concern and makes it clear that he considers me a friend but wants benefits of dating but wants to be dating others
and I get that... I mean he needs time to chill since he just broke up with whatsherface... and he will be going back to rexburg and I will be staying here so distance... but man... we are awesome together.
So I just need to get back to watching he's just not that into you
cause otherwise I talk myself into thinking we are dating and we are not.
We are best friends, and I am the rule.
If I were the exception he wouldn't be able to wait to date all these other girls, he would just want to date me.
So, am I cursed to be the best friend?
(I didn't mean for this post to end up on a sad self-pity-ing note...)
How did he convince me to visit? Well his birthday had been the Monday before, and we were texting non-stop, serious we would pass out because we were texting so late at night. So we decide we will go hiking and do fun things and it was better than sitting, bored, alone at our houses.
So I meet his mom, sister and bro, oh man I love them. So funny, full of energy and just sweet people.
We went hiking and talked a lot, we went and played mini-golf and we made a bet that loser had to do what the winner wanted... so I ended up kissing him.
Then we went swimming and went back to his house and we made dinner and while we were cooking we started kissing again, this time for reals. I have always been an advocate for cooking with my future spouse because I think it can be romantic, and like the book, Like Water For Chocolate, I think emotions can be put into the food... that like that one movie with Sarah Michelle Gellar -- Simply Irresistible, that you can taste that the food has been made with happiness and joy and excitement. So we cooked. and the kitchen heated up.
Then his family came home and we ate dinner and played games and watched movies together and the next day I went home. And we continued to talk nonstop.
The next week was week 5 of EFY and the flirting was still there, but there had been a date I went on Friday night with whom we call Flower boy, for reasons that will be explained later...
And it was a blast! He taught me how to ride a bike, we ate Thai, and then we went to a concert! It was fun, but by the end I was so tired!
Backpack had a small complex about how much fun I had with him vs Flowerboy and asked me if I liked Flowerboy better because in a facebook picture my smile looked bigger than when he and I had gone hiking.
--I should mention that since the merecat had broken up with his girlfriend he had decided to date a lot of girls, try to 31 flavor challenge and he suggested I do the same, that it would either bring us together or we would find someone else. But as soon as I got asked on a date he got jealous, and when I left his house to go home to go on the date he was jealous.. haha
(now that I am typing all of this I feel so silly and that this is lame... arg.)
yada yada, that week passed and was slightly uneventful... we hung out on the weekend a little bit and then he got super sick and was sent home and I got sick and everyone thought he had gotten me sick but I don't really think so....
Anyway, he has been on dates with other girls but he still talks to me a lot, and we are legit best friends. He invited me to come back to visit him in two weeks for the fair, and he just invited me to go camping with him and his family next week. So... he keeps inviting me to family functions, like you would a girlfriend, and he talks /flirts with me like we are dating... but he also says things like, our friendship is my greatest concern and makes it clear that he considers me a friend but wants benefits of dating but wants to be dating others
and I get that... I mean he needs time to chill since he just broke up with whatsherface... and he will be going back to rexburg and I will be staying here so distance... but man... we are awesome together.
So I just need to get back to watching he's just not that into you
cause otherwise I talk myself into thinking we are dating and we are not.
We are best friends, and I am the rule.
If I were the exception he wouldn't be able to wait to date all these other girls, he would just want to date me.
So, am I cursed to be the best friend?
(I didn't mean for this post to end up on a sad self-pity-ing note...)
People wearing Mear-cat backpacks...
Remember in the past how I have written some stories about my awful dating experiences and I always give the guys a code name to protect their identity? Well, time for a new one... although hopefully this one doesn't turn into an awful dating experience?
This summer I met, well re-met since I met him last year, an EFY counselor who over the course of the summer got nicknamed People, Back Pack, and "Mear"cat... clever names I know.
Last year he had a girlfriend so I ignored him. Not true, though I only worked half a week with him and hardly knew him, so basically.
This year I meet him, and again a girlfriend... a different one from last year. ...but then he broke up with her.
And we were co-counselors. And our kids tried to set us up... He would try to make me blush in a new way every day, nay, every time he saw me.
Thus started out friendship, full of laughter and fun and poking fun at the other.
We had a good time as co's, it was easy for us to talk and he was so great with the kids, he really gave them everything he had.
Well, that weekend after the week of being co's was the 4th of July. I had to go get my hair re-done cause the roots were disgusting me. I knew he wanted to go to the aquarium and I wanted to as well.
Turns out he waited for me and we were texting the whole time... we ended up going to Seattle with a group of people but the aquarium had closed. after that we all went to Bremerton or somewhere ridiculously far away for fireworks, which was fun. I noticed the Merecat kept standing next to me, but I didn't think anything about it. After the fireworks we walked back to his car, and the people who drove out with us decided to get into a different car, so we were alone.
This is when he asked what the chances were of me saying yes to him asking me out, and I said. Are you asking me out. And he said, yes will you go on a date with me next week and I said, I'd like that!
We then proceeded to play 20 questions as we got stuck in terrible 4th traffic, but we were having a great time chatting.
The next day at church he was flirting with me like crazy! He loved the dress I wore, which we now call the "Purrfect" Dress, that or Kitty.
Yada yada, the next week he tried even harder to make me blush which wasn't that hard when he knew I liked him and it was a new group of girls. haha
Every night we would text for a long time, and one time he called and we talked for a real long time which surprised me cause normally I hate talking on the phone, but it is fun with him.
So that, the 3rd week of EFY was over and it was time to drive down to Portland for week 4. ...by some devious friends, they took my car and I drove down with him. We talked, we sang, oh we sang love ballads to each other! When we got down there we went to the beach and took some silly pictures, like this... for our set of EFY kids to think they had succeeded.
(PS, I do not know what is goin on with my badunkadunk, but it looks ca-razy.)
Once we got back from the beach we realized we were feeling sick and really tired, but decided to still do part of our date anyway--we were going to get chinese and go star gazing but we ended up eating peanut butter and pretzel m&ms on a field and chatting. We talk so easy, about anything, nothing, and everything.
well then, that 4th week I had some kids who dubbed his nickname, Backpack. They actually were kids of mine from last year, and they were happy I was there but sad I wasn't married and said, we will set you up with the next guy that walks by, and it just so happened to be him! And he was wearing his backpack... so... backpack.
But later I was talking to my friend about him and the whole situation and I didn't want to use names in front of her kids, so I said, People.
Anyway, then we flirted like crazy on the weekend but he left to go on a date, and after his date and when I was home, we texted from Saturday afternoon til Thursday morning... when I got to his house cause he convinced me to come visit.
(congrats for reading this far. hope its not too boring... but I just had a friend who suggested I journal it down either for Future Jenni or for my future kids. so...)
Remember in the past how I have written some stories about my awful dating experiences and I always give the guys a code name to protect their identity? Well, time for a new one... although hopefully this one doesn't turn into an awful dating experience?
This summer I met, well re-met since I met him last year, an EFY counselor who over the course of the summer got nicknamed People, Back Pack, and "Mear"cat... clever names I know.
Last year he had a girlfriend so I ignored him. Not true, though I only worked half a week with him and hardly knew him, so basically.
This year I meet him, and again a girlfriend... a different one from last year. ...but then he broke up with her.
And we were co-counselors. And our kids tried to set us up... He would try to make me blush in a new way every day, nay, every time he saw me.
Thus started out friendship, full of laughter and fun and poking fun at the other.
We had a good time as co's, it was easy for us to talk and he was so great with the kids, he really gave them everything he had.
Well, that weekend after the week of being co's was the 4th of July. I had to go get my hair re-done cause the roots were disgusting me. I knew he wanted to go to the aquarium and I wanted to as well.
Turns out he waited for me and we were texting the whole time... we ended up going to Seattle with a group of people but the aquarium had closed. after that we all went to Bremerton or somewhere ridiculously far away for fireworks, which was fun. I noticed the Merecat kept standing next to me, but I didn't think anything about it. After the fireworks we walked back to his car, and the people who drove out with us decided to get into a different car, so we were alone.
This is when he asked what the chances were of me saying yes to him asking me out, and I said. Are you asking me out. And he said, yes will you go on a date with me next week and I said, I'd like that!
We then proceeded to play 20 questions as we got stuck in terrible 4th traffic, but we were having a great time chatting.
The next day at church he was flirting with me like crazy! He loved the dress I wore, which we now call the "Purrfect" Dress, that or Kitty.
Yada yada, the next week he tried even harder to make me blush which wasn't that hard when he knew I liked him and it was a new group of girls. haha
Every night we would text for a long time, and one time he called and we talked for a real long time which surprised me cause normally I hate talking on the phone, but it is fun with him.
So that, the 3rd week of EFY was over and it was time to drive down to Portland for week 4. ...by some devious friends, they took my car and I drove down with him. We talked, we sang, oh we sang love ballads to each other! When we got down there we went to the beach and took some silly pictures, like this... for our set of EFY kids to think they had succeeded.
(PS, I do not know what is goin on with my badunkadunk, but it looks ca-razy.)
Once we got back from the beach we realized we were feeling sick and really tired, but decided to still do part of our date anyway--we were going to get chinese and go star gazing but we ended up eating peanut butter and pretzel m&ms on a field and chatting. We talk so easy, about anything, nothing, and everything.
well then, that 4th week I had some kids who dubbed his nickname, Backpack. They actually were kids of mine from last year, and they were happy I was there but sad I wasn't married and said, we will set you up with the next guy that walks by, and it just so happened to be him! And he was wearing his backpack... so... backpack.
But later I was talking to my friend about him and the whole situation and I didn't want to use names in front of her kids, so I said, People.
Anyway, then we flirted like crazy on the weekend but he left to go on a date, and after his date and when I was home, we texted from Saturday afternoon til Thursday morning... when I got to his house cause he convinced me to come visit.
(congrats for reading this far. hope its not too boring... but I just had a friend who suggested I journal it down either for Future Jenni or for my future kids. so...)
Monday, June 14, 2010
Gulp.
Well, we all know that I have a tendency to stalk people.
And occasionally ex-boyfriends.
...man does it suck to accidentally stalk an ex and find out they're engaged... yeah, the one who said he would never get married.
Looking at my history with guys, I have noticed I've done a lot of silly things for guys... gone out of my way and tried to get their attention.
...this isn't a pity entry... honest. It just is so weird. I've done all those silly things to try to "change" a guy, to be the girl from all the romantic comedies who ends up getting the guy to want to marry her (27 dresses, he's just not that into you, etc) and it hasn't happened for me yet.
I am positive that one day I might be that girl. I am not too worried about not getting married... the when part is occasionally frustrating, but no big deal. It just sucks to have invested so much in people to not be able to show anything for it.
And then to find out that the ones who were so against marriage are finally getting married (to a girl three years younger than me [and who made a reference to twilight on her blog, when you called me crazy for reading twilight and you said you'd never date a girl who did! though I don't know if she read or likes the books... but still on principle that she made a reference to it]) stings a little. Even though I am totally over him!
I will always try to be the girl who is the exception to the rule, and not the rule. It's just who I am, no matter how cynical I pretend to be.
blah. it's just weird is all.
Well, we all know that I have a tendency to stalk people.
And occasionally ex-boyfriends.
...man does it suck to accidentally stalk an ex and find out they're engaged... yeah, the one who said he would never get married.
Looking at my history with guys, I have noticed I've done a lot of silly things for guys... gone out of my way and tried to get their attention.
...this isn't a pity entry... honest. It just is so weird. I've done all those silly things to try to "change" a guy, to be the girl from all the romantic comedies who ends up getting the guy to want to marry her (27 dresses, he's just not that into you, etc) and it hasn't happened for me yet.
I am positive that one day I might be that girl. I am not too worried about not getting married... the when part is occasionally frustrating, but no big deal. It just sucks to have invested so much in people to not be able to show anything for it.
And then to find out that the ones who were so against marriage are finally getting married (to a girl three years younger than me [and who made a reference to twilight on her blog, when you called me crazy for reading twilight and you said you'd never date a girl who did! though I don't know if she read or likes the books... but still on principle that she made a reference to it]) stings a little. Even though I am totally over him!
I will always try to be the girl who is the exception to the rule, and not the rule. It's just who I am, no matter how cynical I pretend to be.
blah. it's just weird is all.
Friday, February 26, 2010
Yikes. So, I am not trying to have pity party for my dating life, instead I am giving you a good laugh.
So I work at a gym as a receptionist. This means a lot of weird guys try to hit on me, because I believe myself to be an attractive woman, cute and funny, smart, creative, whatever. I've been hit on by older men, married men, and weirdos. Latest weirdo is Chris, again a fictitious name.
Chris had seemed interested in me for a few days, and finally yesterday he asks me the standard set up questions.
Do you go to school?
No, I graduated with my BS last year
What do you do in your spare time?
I work, I have three jobs. But when I don't work I sleep. Ha ha. I read and play card and board games with my family, and teach ballroom to youth.
Oh wow, so do you have a boyfriend?
No, I don't have time for one! (This is where I realized I made my mistake... but it was too late. And I am an honest person...)
He goes, oh wow really? That surprises me. So, you want to hang out sometime?
(This is where I try to use a cop out) Oh, that's kind of against the rules...
Oh... so you want to hang out sometime?
(Dude, did you not just hear me?)
He says, I am such a shy guy it takes me so long to try to talk to a girl
So I feel like I have to say, oh okay sure.
Then he says, oh great! Can I have your number?
(Dang it!) Uh... sure... so I write it down. But just so you know, I am not a phone talker.
Okay, cool well We'll talk later then!
(...I just said I hate talking on the phone...) Just so you know I do work all day today. (The truth.)
...so about an hour after he left I get a text, hey Jenny this is Chris from the gym, will you be free to talk later?
Oh sheesh, what did I get myself into?! Not to mention he shaves his head, which really isn't a problem, but I love hair. Oh, and he has this huge post in his ear, across the whole top of his ear, going from one side to the other. So while I may have been flattered to be hit on, since he isn't a Peter Priesthood I kind of dismiss it. Is that weird?
Well I wait a few hours before texting him back and saying something like, oh well I work all days so I won't have time, haha! Trying to be funny about it.
Then he texts back later saying, oh okay, will you have time to talk tomorrow?
So again, trying to be funny but also trying to let him know I hate talking on the phone and also trying to emphasize that I always work I say, No, I wasn't joking when I said I work all the time! (imagine me laughing after that, because it is true but trying to use humor.)
This morning I get this text from him "When you use an ! after your sentences, does it mean more than it is? Or are you telling me something? Like i'm texting too much? You're not sorry you gave me your number are you?"
...
Whoa. Take a breather man! It was an exclamation point!! But yes I am sorry I gave you my number you silly girl! First off, you only texted me twice, so no, you are not texting me too much, But you are being annoying too much. So I don't know what to write back to him. Because I know there isn't going to be a future for us, I am not actually interested in hanging out with him, and whoa. I just can not believe how insecure he is. It is actually kind of a sad situation.
And thus continues my romantically challenged-ness.
So I work at a gym as a receptionist. This means a lot of weird guys try to hit on me, because I believe myself to be an attractive woman, cute and funny, smart, creative, whatever. I've been hit on by older men, married men, and weirdos. Latest weirdo is Chris, again a fictitious name.
Chris had seemed interested in me for a few days, and finally yesterday he asks me the standard set up questions.
Do you go to school?
No, I graduated with my BS last year
What do you do in your spare time?
I work, I have three jobs. But when I don't work I sleep. Ha ha. I read and play card and board games with my family, and teach ballroom to youth.
Oh wow, so do you have a boyfriend?
No, I don't have time for one! (This is where I realized I made my mistake... but it was too late. And I am an honest person...)
He goes, oh wow really? That surprises me. So, you want to hang out sometime?
(This is where I try to use a cop out) Oh, that's kind of against the rules...
Oh... so you want to hang out sometime?
(Dude, did you not just hear me?)
He says, I am such a shy guy it takes me so long to try to talk to a girl
So I feel like I have to say, oh okay sure.
Then he says, oh great! Can I have your number?
(Dang it!) Uh... sure... so I write it down. But just so you know, I am not a phone talker.
Okay, cool well We'll talk later then!
(...I just said I hate talking on the phone...) Just so you know I do work all day today. (The truth.)
...so about an hour after he left I get a text, hey Jenny this is Chris from the gym, will you be free to talk later?
Oh sheesh, what did I get myself into?! Not to mention he shaves his head, which really isn't a problem, but I love hair. Oh, and he has this huge post in his ear, across the whole top of his ear, going from one side to the other. So while I may have been flattered to be hit on, since he isn't a Peter Priesthood I kind of dismiss it. Is that weird?
Well I wait a few hours before texting him back and saying something like, oh well I work all days so I won't have time, haha! Trying to be funny about it.
Then he texts back later saying, oh okay, will you have time to talk tomorrow?
So again, trying to be funny but also trying to let him know I hate talking on the phone and also trying to emphasize that I always work I say, No, I wasn't joking when I said I work all the time! (imagine me laughing after that, because it is true but trying to use humor.)
This morning I get this text from him "When you use an ! after your sentences, does it mean more than it is? Or are you telling me something? Like i'm texting too much? You're not sorry you gave me your number are you?"
...
Whoa. Take a breather man! It was an exclamation point!! But yes I am sorry I gave you my number you silly girl! First off, you only texted me twice, so no, you are not texting me too much, But you are being annoying too much. So I don't know what to write back to him. Because I know there isn't going to be a future for us, I am not actually interested in hanging out with him, and whoa. I just can not believe how insecure he is. It is actually kind of a sad situation.
And thus continues my romantically challenged-ness.
Friday, February 20, 2009
Just not that into you... (And Ellen, I do not see any space for a title... maybe the layout is different?)
So the year of 2008 was a difficult one, dating wise. Every time I found a guy to start liking, or as soon as I had a crush on one... I would find out he was dating someone, or engaged. No joke, this happened at least four times. So summer rolls around, and the only dates I had been on were blind dates set up by my roommates.
There was this guy at work that I was considering thinking was cute and that maybe I could be interested in... but no one ever seemed to notice me. So I told my friend at work about this, and he meddled. He is very, very good at that!
So this kid, lets call him... Trevor. He asked me out, and I got kinda overly excited cause he was the first guy all year to even ask me out --after which I found out my friend had convinced him to. ...oh well.
We go on a few dates and I am kind of unimpressed, but he is asking me out and he is the only guy to all year... so I keep going on dates. I'll be honest, I had missed attention from guys, I needed some affection. When you live away from home and you can go days, nay, weeks, without any affection... it gets to you. So... we started to watch movies (PS, message to all guys out there... I hate, Hate! going to movies on first dates. It always makes it awkward, cause you don't know if he wants to hold your hand already, and it is the first date! You don't get time to talk, and get to know each other... so it is not a good idea. Unless it is like an improv theater where they dub over the movie anyway, and everyone can talk... but eh... you should still do something more, vocal for the first date.)
Oh, right, back to the story of "Trevor". So, we have been on a few dates, made dinner for each other. I've noticed he kind of acts a little strange, like maybe not the best social skills, but whatever, no one is perfect. So, we are watching a movie or whatever... and we start to cuddle. Now, before you think, aww cute... let me tell you. He put his head on my shoulder.
Let me repeat this. He, the guy, put his head, yes, his... not pulling me to him to put me, the girls head on his shoulder, but his, the man, on my shoulder.
So, instead of making me feel protected and delicate and cutesy as a girl should feel... he made me feel like the masculine one. (Yes, I do have very nice and defined biceps, but that is merely a side note and just a cool thing about me.)
And to top it off, he kept moving his head, and it was kind of getting on my nerves.
Then comes the 4th of July. He invites me to have dinner with him, so I go over. Then it gets to be like ten or so, and we had been watching TV or playing rock band or something, and he is like, well its getting kind of late, maybe you should go home.
I'm thinking--fine, I'll go home. You keep putting your head on MY shoulder, twitching your head, and you keep rubbing your nose and it is bothering me. I get home to an empty house. I am alone, on the 4th of July. The same 4th of July that the prior year I had gotten a first kiss from "*ick Jerkham" So it was kind of a bad day to be alone, cause even though that jerk had been a scum bag and a cheaterface, at least I wasn't alone... so I was like be alone or call up an exboyfriend? (Just kidding, I never once thought about calling him up. I just felt lonely and sorry for myself)
So I am texting some friends and saying, wo is me... then I am like, man, if he was here on my front lawn with me watching the fireworks, and tried to kiss me, I would kiss him. Long story short, someone texted him and told him if he came to my house I would kiss him. Longer story short--He and I never talked about that. He never asked me if it was true, he never asked if I knew who did it... nada.
I believe he had fallen asleep.
At Ten.
On the 4th of July.
Anyway, finally I went to bed... probably around 11:30.
But for some reason, I kept going out with him. The end of the semester was looming. He asked me where I saw us going. He asked me to visit him during the summer break.
I bought a plane ticket for $250.
I go and visit him. its fun, we are friends, and by this point his twitchy head and nose obsession and random little farts had really started to be big things that bothered me. I never acknowledged that I noticed those things... but they honestly would piss me off...and kind of gross me out.
So, we are hanging out with his family and its all cool... then he tries to hold my hand...for the first time... in front of his family. Going into the shark exhibit... saying, I'm scared, hold my hand. I am like !!Gah! Again, with you being the girl and making me the masculine one, stop it! What he could have said that I may have thought was cute and sweet is, "Oh Jenni, if you get scared by these sharks you can hold my hand and I will protect you." But no. he got all girly and said, oh Jenni, I am a little girl please hold my hand!
...moving on.
The next day we go on a hike, sans the fam, and we are hiking... and we stop on this bridge overlooking a river. It is a popular stop for people to take pictures, and there are tons of kids and parents around. Thats when he turned to me and said, Would this be an okay place for a first kiss?
And thats when in my mind I was like, oh noooooooo! But, aloud I was very mature and cordial when I said, Oh my, there are tons of people around... and (as I am walking, very briskly, away...) I don't believe you should ask for a first kiss.
And as I am basically running away, I am thinking... do I want this guy to kiss me? I don't think I do. So I try to get to a spot with reception and text someone to help me with this decision... but I am afraid to stop hiking for fear that he will try to move in for the kill and I will vomit. He didn't try for the rest of the hike.
At the end of the day, I had talked to my mom and she said, well give him a chance, maybe when you kiss him you'll feel the sparks. (cause I wasn't feelin anything...except repulsion.)
So its like 9 pm.. and his family goes to bed early. And so everyone is in bed and I am like, yikes I better go to bed so he doesn't try anything. So I'm like, well I am off to bed. He walks me to my room and says, Can I give you a goodnight kiss? And I don't remember if I said anything, but he leaned in, gave me the kind of peck you give your grandmother, and turns and walks away.
...
I felt nothing. Actually, it felt like if you were to kiss a wall.
I am a romantic, and I guess I have requirements that were not met.
He didn't linger, he ran away.
He didn't push hair behind my ear... he barely even touched my lips with his...
and I realized in that moment that he could have done all those things and I still wouldn't have wanted him to kiss me, cause I didn't like him.
Sure, he is a great guy, amazing piano player actually, but I had no attraction to him.
So the next morning was my flight home, finally. We went to lunch before he took me to the airport. And I tried to not make eye contact cause I didn't want him to see that I had no feelings for him.
Then he needs to fill up with gas, and as we pull into the station he says, "Oh, I just realized I've payed for everything this week, would you mind splitting for gas?"
I almost lost it.... sure, he had payed for dinner, and a movie or two, and lunch that day, but his parents payed for me to go to the amusement park with them, and actually I think they gave him money to take me to the theater. ...and I had payed a grundle for the plane tickets... hello!! That is totally socially unacceptable! (At least by me... does anyone else agree?)
So I am like, sure... but all I have is a ten cause I don't normally keep cash on hand.
But inside I wanted to yell the aforementioned.
So he takes me to the airport, and he kissed me goodbye. I went home, didn't ever start texting him, and then when I came back out to school, I kind of fibbed and said that I had started dating someone. Through a text. Which is socially unacceptable... unless you are telling it to someone who has no social propriety.
Other things I couldn't stand about him:
his pleated pants.
when I gave him a massage he critiqued and said, something like if you want to be good, you do this. And I am like, whoa, I dated a kid whose mom was a massage therapist, and she taught me... and everyone has a different style, and the massages you give aren't that great but no other guy has been touching me so I let you.
the fact that he went to bed SUPER early.
he wore white socks with his dress slacks-- and he always wore sneakers with his dress pants.
ooh! This one killed me... he would always say We. We are hungry. We want to do this. We, We, we.... and did he ever ask me beforehand? NOPE. I do not like to be a we before I am ready. He did it from day one. I am very independent I guess... so that honestly killed me. grr... it makes me angry thinking about it now! haha
Anyway, any questions?
So the year of 2008 was a difficult one, dating wise. Every time I found a guy to start liking, or as soon as I had a crush on one... I would find out he was dating someone, or engaged. No joke, this happened at least four times. So summer rolls around, and the only dates I had been on were blind dates set up by my roommates.
There was this guy at work that I was considering thinking was cute and that maybe I could be interested in... but no one ever seemed to notice me. So I told my friend at work about this, and he meddled. He is very, very good at that!
So this kid, lets call him... Trevor. He asked me out, and I got kinda overly excited cause he was the first guy all year to even ask me out --after which I found out my friend had convinced him to. ...oh well.
We go on a few dates and I am kind of unimpressed, but he is asking me out and he is the only guy to all year... so I keep going on dates. I'll be honest, I had missed attention from guys, I needed some affection. When you live away from home and you can go days, nay, weeks, without any affection... it gets to you. So... we started to watch movies (PS, message to all guys out there... I hate, Hate! going to movies on first dates. It always makes it awkward, cause you don't know if he wants to hold your hand already, and it is the first date! You don't get time to talk, and get to know each other... so it is not a good idea. Unless it is like an improv theater where they dub over the movie anyway, and everyone can talk... but eh... you should still do something more, vocal for the first date.)
Oh, right, back to the story of "Trevor". So, we have been on a few dates, made dinner for each other. I've noticed he kind of acts a little strange, like maybe not the best social skills, but whatever, no one is perfect. So, we are watching a movie or whatever... and we start to cuddle. Now, before you think, aww cute... let me tell you. He put his head on my shoulder.
Let me repeat this. He, the guy, put his head, yes, his... not pulling me to him to put me, the girls head on his shoulder, but his, the man, on my shoulder.
So, instead of making me feel protected and delicate and cutesy as a girl should feel... he made me feel like the masculine one. (Yes, I do have very nice and defined biceps, but that is merely a side note and just a cool thing about me.)
And to top it off, he kept moving his head, and it was kind of getting on my nerves.
Then comes the 4th of July. He invites me to have dinner with him, so I go over. Then it gets to be like ten or so, and we had been watching TV or playing rock band or something, and he is like, well its getting kind of late, maybe you should go home.
I'm thinking--fine, I'll go home. You keep putting your head on MY shoulder, twitching your head, and you keep rubbing your nose and it is bothering me. I get home to an empty house. I am alone, on the 4th of July. The same 4th of July that the prior year I had gotten a first kiss from "*ick Jerkham" So it was kind of a bad day to be alone, cause even though that jerk had been a scum bag and a cheaterface, at least I wasn't alone... so I was like be alone or call up an exboyfriend? (Just kidding, I never once thought about calling him up. I just felt lonely and sorry for myself)
So I am texting some friends and saying, wo is me... then I am like, man, if he was here on my front lawn with me watching the fireworks, and tried to kiss me, I would kiss him. Long story short, someone texted him and told him if he came to my house I would kiss him. Longer story short--He and I never talked about that. He never asked me if it was true, he never asked if I knew who did it... nada.
I believe he had fallen asleep.
At Ten.
On the 4th of July.
Anyway, finally I went to bed... probably around 11:30.
But for some reason, I kept going out with him. The end of the semester was looming. He asked me where I saw us going. He asked me to visit him during the summer break.
I bought a plane ticket for $250.
I go and visit him. its fun, we are friends, and by this point his twitchy head and nose obsession and random little farts had really started to be big things that bothered me. I never acknowledged that I noticed those things... but they honestly would piss me off...and kind of gross me out.
So, we are hanging out with his family and its all cool... then he tries to hold my hand...for the first time... in front of his family. Going into the shark exhibit... saying, I'm scared, hold my hand. I am like !!Gah! Again, with you being the girl and making me the masculine one, stop it! What he could have said that I may have thought was cute and sweet is, "Oh Jenni, if you get scared by these sharks you can hold my hand and I will protect you." But no. he got all girly and said, oh Jenni, I am a little girl please hold my hand!
...moving on.
The next day we go on a hike, sans the fam, and we are hiking... and we stop on this bridge overlooking a river. It is a popular stop for people to take pictures, and there are tons of kids and parents around. Thats when he turned to me and said, Would this be an okay place for a first kiss?
And thats when in my mind I was like, oh noooooooo! But, aloud I was very mature and cordial when I said, Oh my, there are tons of people around... and (as I am walking, very briskly, away...) I don't believe you should ask for a first kiss.
And as I am basically running away, I am thinking... do I want this guy to kiss me? I don't think I do. So I try to get to a spot with reception and text someone to help me with this decision... but I am afraid to stop hiking for fear that he will try to move in for the kill and I will vomit. He didn't try for the rest of the hike.
At the end of the day, I had talked to my mom and she said, well give him a chance, maybe when you kiss him you'll feel the sparks. (cause I wasn't feelin anything...except repulsion.)
So its like 9 pm.. and his family goes to bed early. And so everyone is in bed and I am like, yikes I better go to bed so he doesn't try anything. So I'm like, well I am off to bed. He walks me to my room and says, Can I give you a goodnight kiss? And I don't remember if I said anything, but he leaned in, gave me the kind of peck you give your grandmother, and turns and walks away.
...
I felt nothing. Actually, it felt like if you were to kiss a wall.
I am a romantic, and I guess I have requirements that were not met.
He didn't linger, he ran away.
He didn't push hair behind my ear... he barely even touched my lips with his...
and I realized in that moment that he could have done all those things and I still wouldn't have wanted him to kiss me, cause I didn't like him.
Sure, he is a great guy, amazing piano player actually, but I had no attraction to him.
So the next morning was my flight home, finally. We went to lunch before he took me to the airport. And I tried to not make eye contact cause I didn't want him to see that I had no feelings for him.
Then he needs to fill up with gas, and as we pull into the station he says, "Oh, I just realized I've payed for everything this week, would you mind splitting for gas?"
I almost lost it.... sure, he had payed for dinner, and a movie or two, and lunch that day, but his parents payed for me to go to the amusement park with them, and actually I think they gave him money to take me to the theater. ...and I had payed a grundle for the plane tickets... hello!! That is totally socially unacceptable! (At least by me... does anyone else agree?)
So I am like, sure... but all I have is a ten cause I don't normally keep cash on hand.
But inside I wanted to yell the aforementioned.
So he takes me to the airport, and he kissed me goodbye. I went home, didn't ever start texting him, and then when I came back out to school, I kind of fibbed and said that I had started dating someone. Through a text. Which is socially unacceptable... unless you are telling it to someone who has no social propriety.
Other things I couldn't stand about him:
his pleated pants.
when I gave him a massage he critiqued and said, something like if you want to be good, you do this. And I am like, whoa, I dated a kid whose mom was a massage therapist, and she taught me... and everyone has a different style, and the massages you give aren't that great but no other guy has been touching me so I let you.
the fact that he went to bed SUPER early.
he wore white socks with his dress slacks-- and he always wore sneakers with his dress pants.
ooh! This one killed me... he would always say We. We are hungry. We want to do this. We, We, we.... and did he ever ask me beforehand? NOPE. I do not like to be a we before I am ready. He did it from day one. I am very independent I guess... so that honestly killed me. grr... it makes me angry thinking about it now! haha
Anyway, any questions?
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