They say that when one door closes another opens... I think I just had that happen to me.
Charlie* is going to see if he can work things out with his ex.
*tear drop on page*
But on the other hand, I made phone contact with a guy I have been chatting up for the last few weeks online. We'll call him Bruce*. He loves the outdoors like I do (Charlie is very anti dirt). He owns a motorcycle, I grew up crawling all over them (Charlie has never even thought of owning one). He has beautiful blue eyes (so does Charlie).
*sigh* I get the feeling that I am going to have to consciously try to not compare guys with Charlie.
*names have been changed to protect the innocent, the a**holes and the clueless.
Monday, September 29, 2008
Sunday, September 28, 2008
the big confession
Uh oh.
I have come to a great and disturbing realization.
I am getting way too attached to Charlie*.
Every time he calls I get a big stupid grin on my face and my heart flutters. When I hear his voice my world seems to get a little brighter. I look at his picture (that I have on my phone) at least once a day. I have been planning ever week (for the last 4 weeks) around a possible date with him. And every time he has to cancel. then I go into a mildly depressed funk which is quickly eliminated when he calls me. I am sick.
One part of me screams "Don't give up! He's such a great guy! Give him time! Things will work out!"
The other screams "WHAT THE F*CK IS WRONG WITH YOU! Go on more dates! Look at more guys! STOP WASTING YOUR TIME!"
and yet another: "Will both of you shut up? You should just give up on the race of man all together. How many guys on how websites have you messaged and so far? And all you have had is a few conversations that end abrupty. You go to bars and flirt. You flirt with guys at charity events. You make eye contact, smile and do all the other stupid things that the dating books/websites/blogs tell you to do and what have you got to show for it? nothing nada zip. You have been on 2 dates with 2 different guys. So just stop torturing yourself and buy another cat."
Holy crap I have bigger problems. it seems that I have multiple personality disorder.
anyone want to date a lonely single mom with issues?
Nope didn't think so.
Now where did I put that add for free kittens.....
*names have been changed to protect the innocent, the a**holes and the clueless.
I have come to a great and disturbing realization.
I am getting way too attached to Charlie*.
Every time he calls I get a big stupid grin on my face and my heart flutters. When I hear his voice my world seems to get a little brighter. I look at his picture (that I have on my phone) at least once a day. I have been planning ever week (for the last 4 weeks) around a possible date with him. And every time he has to cancel. then I go into a mildly depressed funk which is quickly eliminated when he calls me. I am sick.
One part of me screams "Don't give up! He's such a great guy! Give him time! Things will work out!"
The other screams "WHAT THE F*CK IS WRONG WITH YOU! Go on more dates! Look at more guys! STOP WASTING YOUR TIME!"
and yet another: "Will both of you shut up? You should just give up on the race of man all together. How many guys on how websites have you messaged and so far? And all you have had is a few conversations that end abrupty. You go to bars and flirt. You flirt with guys at charity events. You make eye contact, smile and do all the other stupid things that the dating books/websites/blogs tell you to do and what have you got to show for it? nothing nada zip. You have been on 2 dates with 2 different guys. So just stop torturing yourself and buy another cat."
Holy crap I have bigger problems. it seems that I have multiple personality disorder.
anyone want to date a lonely single mom with issues?
Nope didn't think so.
Now where did I put that add for free kittens.....
*names have been changed to protect the innocent, the a**holes and the clueless.
Thursday, September 25, 2008
some real poetry
Sorry it has been a while since my last post. I am kind of stuck in a rut. its the same old shit just a different day. Still talking to Charlie* on the phone and still texting Teddy. Still emailing some random guys who don't really seem interested, just bored. I figured I would at least post some poetry here, after all they do call me Poetry Sue!
Warning signs
I need to put a sign right there
That says “Caution: fragile, handle with care”
Maybe I should hand out little notes
With everything about me put in quotes
“Likes to read and write and laugh
Puts everything in plus time and a half”
“Easily trusting and ready to listen
With soft brown hair and blue eyes that glisten”
“Sometimes talks a little too much
Likes to be treated with a tender soft touch”
“Patience is virtue number one
Completely in love with her only son”
“Totally comfortable with her weight
And still looking for that fabled soul mate”
“Tries not to judge on first sight
Knows the difference between wrong and right”
“Tough as nails and soft as satin
Knows a few words in ancient Latin”
“Keeps the peace in family affairs
Tracks the details with out splitting hairs”
“Likes to keep her eyes on the prize
Respects her elders as learned and wise”
But above all others, I should say
Is to keep one on me every day
Pin it to my shirt right there
“Caution: fragile, handle with care”
*names have been changed to protect the innocent, the a**holes and the clueless.
Warning signs
I need to put a sign right there
That says “Caution: fragile, handle with care”
Maybe I should hand out little notes
With everything about me put in quotes
“Likes to read and write and laugh
Puts everything in plus time and a half”
“Easily trusting and ready to listen
With soft brown hair and blue eyes that glisten”
“Sometimes talks a little too much
Likes to be treated with a tender soft touch”
“Patience is virtue number one
Completely in love with her only son”
“Totally comfortable with her weight
And still looking for that fabled soul mate”
“Tries not to judge on first sight
Knows the difference between wrong and right”
“Tough as nails and soft as satin
Knows a few words in ancient Latin”
“Keeps the peace in family affairs
Tracks the details with out splitting hairs”
“Likes to keep her eyes on the prize
Respects her elders as learned and wise”
But above all others, I should say
Is to keep one on me every day
Pin it to my shirt right there
“Caution: fragile, handle with care”
*names have been changed to protect the innocent, the a**holes and the clueless.
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
With a Capital "D"
ok Well not much has been happening. OH WAIT! I have good news!
I AM OFFICIALLY DIVORCED!
ok here I'll give the quick version of the story:
I was young and in love I married a guy even younger than me.
We moved in together. After our 1 year aniversary he turned into a deuchebag. I tried everything (counseling, drugs, sex) to keep things going. He lost his job and would not get another one. we lost our house and had to move back in with my parents. He began to act like an asshole to my family. My family retailiates and acts like an asshole to him. I attempt to keep the peace.
One day Deuchebag drops me off at my employee shuttle stop (I had a 1 hour ride on the employee shuttle all the way out to stateline for work at the time) kiss me good bye and says "i'll be here to pick you up at 3pm. I get back at 3pm. time passes:
3:30pm nothing
4:00pm nothing
4:30pm I borrow quarter from bum to call someone.
5:00pm nothing and still trying to hang up fast enough to get my quarter back from pay phone
5:30pm finally get ahold of Dad to come get me
6:00pm Dad arrives
6:30pm make it home and begin calling every hospital/police station/morgue
7:00pm I find out what has happened
It seems that Deuchebag has decided to leave me and left a note for me at a friends shop. something I would not have even seen until MAYBE the next day. His note says how much he loves me and wants me too move with him and he will wait for me.. He has moved back to his ancestral home in alabama. Yes that is right My Husband (ex now) is from ALABAMA... ugh
So about 6 months after he left I started Divorce proceedings that same month I found out I was pregnant (Surprise!). My son will 3 next month. So yeah... it has been over 4 years and it just became final on Monday at 9:55 am. HOORAAAY!
This guy is such a deuchebag that he had 2, count them 2, divorce lawyers quit becuase "they were not able to work for him". Yeah that says Deuchebag with a capital "D"
*names have been changed to protect the innocent, the a**holes and the clueless.
I AM OFFICIALLY DIVORCED!
ok here I'll give the quick version of the story:
I was young and in love I married a guy even younger than me.
We moved in together. After our 1 year aniversary he turned into a deuchebag. I tried everything (counseling, drugs, sex) to keep things going. He lost his job and would not get another one. we lost our house and had to move back in with my parents. He began to act like an asshole to my family. My family retailiates and acts like an asshole to him. I attempt to keep the peace.
One day Deuchebag drops me off at my employee shuttle stop (I had a 1 hour ride on the employee shuttle all the way out to stateline for work at the time) kiss me good bye and says "i'll be here to pick you up at 3pm. I get back at 3pm. time passes:
3:30pm nothing
4:00pm nothing
4:30pm I borrow quarter from bum to call someone.
5:00pm nothing and still trying to hang up fast enough to get my quarter back from pay phone
5:30pm finally get ahold of Dad to come get me
6:00pm Dad arrives
6:30pm make it home and begin calling every hospital/police station/morgue
7:00pm I find out what has happened
It seems that Deuchebag has decided to leave me and left a note for me at a friends shop. something I would not have even seen until MAYBE the next day. His note says how much he loves me and wants me too move with him and he will wait for me.. He has moved back to his ancestral home in alabama. Yes that is right My Husband (ex now) is from ALABAMA... ugh
So about 6 months after he left I started Divorce proceedings that same month I found out I was pregnant (Surprise!). My son will 3 next month. So yeah... it has been over 4 years and it just became final on Monday at 9:55 am. HOORAAAY!
This guy is such a deuchebag that he had 2, count them 2, divorce lawyers quit becuase "they were not able to work for him". Yeah that says Deuchebag with a capital "D"
*names have been changed to protect the innocent, the a**holes and the clueless.
Friday, September 19, 2008
Teddy: the adorable little bear.
Teddy* is adorable
So Teddy* and I decided to meet at Caesar's Palace in the Cypress Street Marketplace (please read as high end food court) at 7pm. Woo Hoo finally I get to meet the guy I have sending text messages to for the last 2 weeks.
Well Blue* calls me and wants to know if he can come to Poetry. I am a pushover and say yes:
Me: But I have a date at 7pm so you have to entertain your self while I am busy
Blue: (evil smile) Oh I can entertain myself
Me: Jeez Just don't Scare this guy off I really like him.
Blue: Oh OK
The time line runs something like this:
4:00pm - clock out
4:01pm to 4:55pm - rush trough Vegas traffic on I-15, Sahara, and Eastern to pick my son up
4:56pm to 5:05pm - convince my son that he will be back at school tomorrow and we need to go
5:05pm to 5:10pm - run a red light to get home so I can shower (oh yeah that's right Hot water is out at my house damn it going to mom's)
5:11pm to 5:15pm - decide which ice cream to get so that "The Kid" will shut up and be occupied while I shower (thank you mister latino ice cream truck driver)
5:16pm to 5:30pm - shower (shave everything wash everything) Quickest Shower ever!
5:31pm to 5:45pm - clean up enormous ice cream mess on mom's new carpet, call Baby Daddy and tell him to get his butt over there with a change of clothes for the kid, brush my hair, get kid in the bath tub, unlock front door for baby daddy, explain that he actually has to play daddy tonight and give the kid a bath, send and reply to no less than 5 text message from 4 different people. haul ass bask to my house
5:46pm - breathe
5:47pm - panic because Blue called and wants to bring more people. OMG seriously when did I become the event coordinator
5:48pm - no more panic situation handle those b*tches can get their own ride if they need one. I only promised one to Blue.
5:49pm to 6:15pm - AAAARRRRRGGGHHH what in the heck am I going to wear. Pick an outfit put in dryer to get wrinkles out NO TIME FOR IRONING get dressed, brush teeth, take cough meds, go pee.
6:15pm to 6:38pm - once again brave Las Vegas traffic on Eastern and Sahara. pick up Blue
6:40pm - Receive Text from Teddy saying he will be a few minutes late... thank god I can stop breaking traffic laws to get there on time
6:58pm - Arrive at Caesar's Palace. Uh Oh not only am I not a few minutes late, I am EARLY. damn it Send text to Teddy and say I'm Here call me when you arrive
6:58pm to 7:38pm - wait for Teddy
Yeah that's right, not only is he late, he is almost 40 minutes late.... I see him from afar. I am guiding him by phone to my location... He is cute... gets closer.... closer..... He is standing right in front of me. I am looking down at him. That's right. My little 5'3" self in 2" heels is looking slightly down at him. damn it again. we sit down and eat and talk and.... well OK... so I do most of the talking, but it's his fault! He keeps asking me questions about me..... AND I love to talk about me and my CRAZY family.
My phone rings..... it is a private number.... damn it this could be anyone. which means I have to answer it... guess what....
ITS FREAKING CHARLIE!!!!!
Now let me digress a moment and tell you about my day with Charlie:
Nothing.
That's right. Not a single text not a single phone call. Nada. Zip. Zero. Zilch. Nothing. He decides that an hour into my date with Teddy to call me. Now granted Charlie did not know I was going on a date, but still... what great timing.
I tell him I'm busy and will have to call him back. There how does he like a taste of his own medicine (ahhh that is fodder for another blog).
Back to Teddy:
At the beginning of the date Teddy tells me he can't stay long because he has a few projects he needs to work on (making money) and he has Jury duty in the morning. He has to leave a little after 8. Jeez I'm thinking, thanks for the half hour buddy. But it turns out that we enjoyed each other's company so much he stayed till like 9:30 and I had to practically run to get to Poetry.
So there it is.
Teddy is a short latino computer geek. Oh and I failed to mention earlier that he has a slightly lazy eye. But he has a great personality and is easy on the eyes(no pun intended) and neck since I don't have to look up.
Now what.
Charlie: Tall, Sexy, have I ever told you that he is disgustingly rich, LOTS of Drama
Teddy: Short, Adorable, Lazy Eye, Great personality, NO Drama
ugh now what do I do?
*names have been changed to protect the innocent, the a**holes and the clueless.
So Teddy* and I decided to meet at Caesar's Palace in the Cypress Street Marketplace (please read as high end food court) at 7pm. Woo Hoo finally I get to meet the guy I have sending text messages to for the last 2 weeks.
Well Blue* calls me and wants to know if he can come to Poetry. I am a pushover and say yes:
Me: But I have a date at 7pm so you have to entertain your self while I am busy
Blue: (evil smile) Oh I can entertain myself
Me: Jeez Just don't Scare this guy off I really like him.
Blue: Oh OK
The time line runs something like this:
4:00pm - clock out
4:01pm to 4:55pm - rush trough Vegas traffic on I-15, Sahara, and Eastern to pick my son up
4:56pm to 5:05pm - convince my son that he will be back at school tomorrow and we need to go
5:05pm to 5:10pm - run a red light to get home so I can shower (oh yeah that's right Hot water is out at my house damn it going to mom's)
5:11pm to 5:15pm - decide which ice cream to get so that "The Kid" will shut up and be occupied while I shower (thank you mister latino ice cream truck driver)
5:16pm to 5:30pm - shower (shave everything wash everything) Quickest Shower ever!
5:31pm to 5:45pm - clean up enormous ice cream mess on mom's new carpet, call Baby Daddy and tell him to get his butt over there with a change of clothes for the kid, brush my hair, get kid in the bath tub, unlock front door for baby daddy, explain that he actually has to play daddy tonight and give the kid a bath, send and reply to no less than 5 text message from 4 different people. haul ass bask to my house
5:46pm - breathe
5:47pm - panic because Blue called and wants to bring more people. OMG seriously when did I become the event coordinator
5:48pm - no more panic situation handle those b*tches can get their own ride if they need one. I only promised one to Blue.
5:49pm to 6:15pm - AAAARRRRRGGGHHH what in the heck am I going to wear. Pick an outfit put in dryer to get wrinkles out NO TIME FOR IRONING get dressed, brush teeth, take cough meds, go pee.
6:15pm to 6:38pm - once again brave Las Vegas traffic on Eastern and Sahara. pick up Blue
6:40pm - Receive Text from Teddy saying he will be a few minutes late... thank god I can stop breaking traffic laws to get there on time
6:58pm - Arrive at Caesar's Palace. Uh Oh not only am I not a few minutes late, I am EARLY. damn it Send text to Teddy and say I'm Here call me when you arrive
6:58pm to 7:38pm - wait for Teddy
Yeah that's right, not only is he late, he is almost 40 minutes late.... I see him from afar. I am guiding him by phone to my location... He is cute... gets closer.... closer..... He is standing right in front of me. I am looking down at him. That's right. My little 5'3" self in 2" heels is looking slightly down at him. damn it again. we sit down and eat and talk and.... well OK... so I do most of the talking, but it's his fault! He keeps asking me questions about me..... AND I love to talk about me and my CRAZY family.
My phone rings..... it is a private number.... damn it this could be anyone. which means I have to answer it... guess what....
ITS FREAKING CHARLIE!!!!!
Now let me digress a moment and tell you about my day with Charlie:
Nothing.
That's right. Not a single text not a single phone call. Nada. Zip. Zero. Zilch. Nothing. He decides that an hour into my date with Teddy to call me. Now granted Charlie did not know I was going on a date, but still... what great timing.
I tell him I'm busy and will have to call him back. There how does he like a taste of his own medicine (ahhh that is fodder for another blog).
Back to Teddy:
At the beginning of the date Teddy tells me he can't stay long because he has a few projects he needs to work on (making money) and he has Jury duty in the morning. He has to leave a little after 8. Jeez I'm thinking, thanks for the half hour buddy. But it turns out that we enjoyed each other's company so much he stayed till like 9:30 and I had to practically run to get to Poetry.
So there it is.
Teddy is a short latino computer geek. Oh and I failed to mention earlier that he has a slightly lazy eye. But he has a great personality and is easy on the eyes(no pun intended) and neck since I don't have to look up.
Now what.
Charlie: Tall, Sexy, have I ever told you that he is disgustingly rich, LOTS of Drama
Teddy: Short, Adorable, Lazy Eye, Great personality, NO Drama
ugh now what do I do?
*names have been changed to protect the innocent, the a**holes and the clueless.
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