Tuesday and Wednesday were spent casually talking to Brian on the phone. He kept trying to force a second date on me. I knew I didn't want to back out with him, but I was just trying to gather my thoughts. I've never really been the one to have to tell someone that "I'm just not that into you." Usually it's the other way around. I could tell that he was getting a little paranoid about our situation. If I were in his shoes, I probably would have done the same thing (more proof that we have just way too much in common). I wanted to still be friends with him, though. With as much as we had in common, I knew we could be good friends.
So, last night, we talked while he was at work; not really about anything important. All of a sudden, out of nowhere comes a text message saying, "So should I just leave us as friends or what?" He basically forced me to make a decision then and there, and I knew it was coming, but I still wasn't sure what to say. I just basically told him the truth, that I could really only be friends with him, and that I just didn't feel any chemistry with him; which was the total truth. I think I felt a little relieved, but also a little upset because I know that we will never be able to be friends. Oh well, life goes on.
How Do I Get Myself Into These Situations?
I know I've been MIA lately. There has just been a lot going on, and I haven't been able to gather my thoughts enough to come up with a post to sum it all up. That was until this weekend.
So, I joined Myspace
a while ago so I could read my sister's blog. I haven't really touched the thing until recently. Since I don't have much work to do at my job, I have spent a lot of time talking to old friends and just a lot of random people. Well, about 2 weeks ago, I met a guy names Brian on Myspace. (So a little short background on Brian: he's 28 years old, divorced with one kid, about 150 lbs and 5'6", and a former marine from California who was in Iraq at the beginning of the war. He got injured and got out of the Marines back in 2003 after serving 8 years). We get to talking, and we have a lot in common. I mean like he is my alter ego, that's how much we have in common. So, about a week ago, he gave me his phone number, and I gave him mine. I figured what could it hurt, right? So he calls me, and we get to talking and find out that we have almost everything in common, even our birthday is the same. So, Wednesday he asked me if I wanted to go out on a date with him this Saturday. I said sure. He asked me what I wanted to do. I didn't really care, so we decided to go out to dinner. The catch is that I had to pick out a restaurant. I don't mind, but I like a guy who can take charge (more on this later). I was supposed to go out to the bar with some friends that I hadn't talked to in a while, and he had told me that he was going to go to the bar with some of his marine buddies. So, to coordinate the time for the date, I asked him if he was still going out with of his friends, and he said no, that he had cleared his schedule (this should have been my first signal to run away). I'm very into, ya know, you need to keep time to spend with your friends. Don't cancel your previous plans with them, to go out with me. I just think that is rude.
Anyway, so Saturday comes along, and I spent most of the morning sitting on the couch catching up on all of my shows that I miss during the week. Brian and I had made plans to go to dinner at 6:00. I laid on the couch until about 4:30 and got up to take a shower. At about 5:15 I get a text message from him that he is on his way. Before this, I thought I would have at least a half and hour to get ready, not it turns into 20 minutes. Now, I run at least 15 minutes behind and he only lives about 20 minutes away, and at the time of the message, I had only finished drying my hair. I had no makeup on, I wasn't dressed, I hadn't styled my hair, I hadn't brushed my teeth, and I had to feed my dogs and take them out; all in the next 20 to 30 minutes. I was so annoyed at the prospect of having to rush. Luckily, I had a few glasses of wine while getting ready, so I wasn't as stressed as I would have been completely sober.
So, I had just a few things to do before we left (take my dogs out and switch purses). We go out to dinner, and the conversation goes well. We talk about his life in the military and driving tanks. And just basically out ourselves, and we find out that we have even more in common. The one thing that bothered me, is that during dinner, he keeps answering his cell phone, which I personally think is very rude. Also, at this point, I am feeling no "Chemistry" or "Romantic Connection". So, after dinner, since it was only 7:30 and we were supposed to go out with my friends at 10:30 (yes I invited him to go, I don't know why), we went back to my house to watch a movie before we went out. We sat on the couch, and he kept moving closer and closer touching my leg and holding my hand. I guess I was trying to give him a chance. So, it gets to be 10:00 and the movie is over, and I just wasn't feeling him at all, and I could tell that he wanted to kiss me, but I didn't want to kiss him. I made up the excuse that I was really tired and just wanted to go to bed (it was partly the truth, I was really tired). So we stand up and he puts his coat on, and we hug. Then, he tries to kiss me. I tried to give him the cheek, but it doesn't work. Plus on top of not feeling anything as I am kissing him except wishing he would leave, he is a really bad kisser. I could not get him out of there fast enough. He tried to kiss me again at the door, and I try once again to give him the cheek, but to no avail. At this point I know that there is no way I can date him. Not to sound cliche, but I could really see myself being his friend, just based on the fact that we have so much in common, and I can talk to him so easily.
I spent a lot of yesterday trying to figure out how I feel about this guy, and I have come to the conclusion that Brian just isn't my type. First and foremost, he is not a good dresser. He wore a horrible mock turtleneck ribbed sweater, and he folded the neck over....on a "mock" turtleneck. Who does that? Second of all, he is too short for me. I am 5'4" and often wear 3-4" heels. With him being on;y 5'6", I would tower over him in my shoes. I need someone at least 3-4" taller than me in my heels. Third, and this is the major deal breaker, he had bad teeth. I absolutely cannot handle dating a man with bad teeth......I just can't. He called me several times yesterday, and sent several text messages, most of which I didn't answer. Finally, I sent him a text message (I know I'm a coward) that said "I am having a bad day, I'll call ya tomorrow." He then sent me one saying something about he thought that I didn't like him, but that he liked me. Which is exactly the truth. So I have already received 2 text messages from him this morning and I have to call him on my lunch to let him know all this. Wish me luck! I'm gonna need it.
All I Want For Christmas.....
I haven't gotten a new purse in about a month
You can never have too many pairs of shoes...
These to go out in
These to wear to work
And these are just hot!
And maybe this for my dog, Minnie.
Just My Opinion
I've been a huge supporter of the armed forces for as long as I can remember. Both of my Grandfathers served in WWII, and my uncle served in Vietnam. My older sister's first real love was in the Army
(flying blackhawk helicopters), my cousin's husband is in the Navy
(on the USS Harry Truman), and my brother-in-law is in the Army Honor Guard
. I have been to the Cleveland Air Show every year just to see the Navy planes. I dressed up as Army Barbie for Halloween, and have been seriously contemplating joining the Army. My fear of Basic Training and the fact that as a woman, I am not allowed to have any of, what I consider, the fun jobs like driving a tank, have kept me from signing up.
This has probably been my main motivation behind reading so many of the "war" or "mili" blogs. I love to hear about all of the fun, frightening, dangerous, and mundane tasks that these soldiers have to go through everyday of their lives. I I love to hear about Three-Charlie
's experiences in Korea and Italy, Spyder
's experiences in Korea, and Thunder6
, Lt. Adam,
's experiences in Iraq. It is important to me to know what is and has gone on in their military careers. I think that if you do not acknowledge these soldiers, that you are abandoning your county and it's citizens.
I've been thinking....
I've been thinking, since Monday morning, how I was going to sum up my holiday weekend. Well, it was definitely full of old traditions and new experiences.
Thursday started out at about 8 AM. I got up, went out to smoke, and sat down on the couch to watch some TV. About 9:00 my younger sister and her husband came over, but their roommate Tony was still at my brother-in-law's parent's house asleep. I called him, woke him up, and let him know I would be there after 11:00 to pick him up. While my older sister and Mom rearranged the living room furniture, I showered, and got ready for the day. At like 10:45 I hopped in the SUV and headed to Wadsworth to pick-up Tony. It took me at least 45 minutes to get there, due mostly to the snow and my ability to get lost no matter where I go. When we got back to my house, I sat on the couch some more (I know, I know, but there's nothing better when I don't have to work than sitting on the couch watching TV, and doing not much else). After dinner, we set out to get the Christmas decorations out of the garage. When everyone left, my Mom and I started to put up and decorate the tree. While we were doing that, "A Christmas Story" came on the TV. I was so excited because it has basically become a tradition in my house that the holiday season does not officially begin until that movie comes on TV for the first time.
Friday started out pretty early. We went shopping, and then went home. There was more lounging on the couch, until my brother-in-law and younger sister talked me into going out with them....to the strip club. Enter the first new experience of the weekend. I actually had a pretty good time, but was a little weirded out at first. I'm not used to seeing a lot of half naked women dancing around 5 feet from me. I did, however, find the looks the guys got on their faces pretty funny. Tony was the funniest because he would just get this blank stare on his face when ever he was attracted to a specific girl there. All in all, I had a pretty good time after I got a few drinks in me and loosened up. My sister and I had fun critiquing the girl's looks, dancing ability, and most of all their weight. There were a few women there that definitely should not have been strippers.
Saturday, I didn't get up until 11:00. My younger sister called me and asked if I wanted to go to the shooting range with them. I have never shot a gun in my life, let alone held one, so I thought it would be a fun way to get out some of my aggressions. When we got there, there were a lot of animal heads on the walls. This freaked me out a little bit because I am totally against hunting, and am even a member of PETA. Shooting was fun, though. I got pretty good at aiming the 9 mil. I even almost got a bullseye on the target. When we left there, we stopped at my Dad's house. That was awkward as usual, and we couldn't get out of there fast enough.
Sunday was basically spent lounging around the house, and saying goodbye to my sisters and brother-in-laws. My 4 day weekend went really fast, but I had a lot of fun doing things I had never done before.
This next weekend will be spent at my younger sisters apartment. DC here I come!
And So, It Has Begun.
Most people enjoy the winter holidays. I however absolutely despise them. Well, unfortunately for me, the holiday season has begun. Not only do I dislike the cold snowy weather of northeast Ohio, but I have to deal with Christmas shopping. There is nothing I dread more in my life than having to go to the mall between November 25th and December 26th. I cannot stand the long lines and the screaming kids and most of all the crowds of people! I have yet to do most of my Christmas shopping, but am working on a plan to avoid the malls for as long as possible, and will hopefully get in and out without having the mostly inevitable anxiety attack. Don't get me wrong, I still love to shop, but just not during the month long holiday shopping spree.
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Where Have I Been...You Ask
In the past few weeks, there have been a lot of ups and downs. I went down to DC a couple of weeks ago to see my lovely younger sister and (hopefully) the boy. I did get to spend some quality time with my sis, but not the boy. I tried to contact him to no avail. I left him a voice message saying that I didn't want to be around people who play games, and to this date have received no reply. I did, however, find out from my Brother-In-Law that the boy was hunting that weekend, and let me just say that I hate people who hunt. And when I say hate, I mean that I refuse to associate with anyone who hunts or has ever been hunting. I think it is mean, cruel, and above all barbaric. What can I say, I have a lot of pet peeves.
This past weekend, I went to my other (older) sister's apartment in Toledo. We went out on Saturday to a bar called Jed's, Had a few too many drinks and then went to go see the Fourth Harry Potter movie. I really wasn't paying attention to it due to the many vodka & Red Bulls that I have not too much earlier. So, I may just have to see it again or wait until it comes out on DVD. From what I do recall, however, I didn't think it was too good. Oh well, I didn't have to pay for anything the entire weekend, so I can't really complain.
It Has Started
Another horribly cold, snowy , and slushy winter has officially started today in good ol' Akron, OH. Can I just say how much I hate the cold, snowy weather! I really do. Even as I sit here writing this, I am looking out my window as the snow is falling, and I can feel the anger well up inside me. I can handle rain. I can even handle the hot weather in the summer, but don't think I am going to last another incredibly blizzardy winter here in Ohio. Someone please come rescue me from my own, personal Hell. Otherwise, I just might not make it to Spring.
I've Got Nothin'
I really don't have anything to write about. I've just got nothin'.