My one month mistake

I met this guy in November. Where did we meet? I believe it was a bar.
I don't even remember meeting him sad to say. How did it happen?
WHY did it happen? Don't get me wrong, I wasn't super drunk that I don't remember how we met. It just does not stand out in my mind at all.
So we hung out a few times.
On the first hang out we went running. The second hang out we went to a bar. Then on our third hang out we went to Starbucks. He proceeded to buy us both coffee with a gift card. I am not judging on that factor although I DO find that idea extremely tacky. After, he paid the majority of the bill. The remaining total 48 cents. He said, "You got that, right?" I said, "Of course." I then paid and thought he was a complete cheapass. I told ALL my friends about this incident.
On the fourth chill time we went for drinks. I put in money and he accepted.
Don't get me wrong. I'm not a gold digger by any means. Maybe I sound like one to you now. Therefore, follow the directions listed to the left and click on the big 'X.' I'm not trying to defend myself as to why I'm not a gold digger.
I have gone on vacations with my former boyfriends and out to dinners where I gave money. I hook my man of the moment up. Concert tickets, Yankees vs. Red Socks games, staying out till all hours dancing in Mexico at non-tourist places, and Jets football games! Would I personally spend my money to go to a Jets game for myself? Heck NO! I did it out of love at the time.
I make money! Just in the start of a future relationship, you better be trying to put your best foot forward.
How much worse will he get if he is already acting bad?
On our last and final date this dude met my dog. If a guy meets my dog, consider this pretty serious. HaHa.. For real though I judge how my dog acts around my potentials. I got rid of this guy because he called my dog the ultimate cock block and didn't enjoy his company. Yes buddy, my six-pound dog blocked your ass because you have NO game. Chess players have more game than your pathetic ass.

Okay, so the main reason as to why I'm writing is because I heard from this guy again last night. I hear from him periodically. He kept trying to see me after the dog incident. There is a lot more to this story obviously, but I'm not putting it out there for the world to know my business. You are getting general information here. The introductory course on my dating life. I never will PUT all my business out there, or blog about new potential men. So, I heard from him on New Years Eve night! Thanks for thinking about me. He wanted to know what I was doing. I said what are you trying to invite me out because I'm OUT! It is NYE for crying out loud. And DaDaDunnnn. I heard from him last night...
He thinks about me when he is drunk. How sweet. You really shouldn't have.
Note* Convo starts at 10 p.m. and ends 10 a.m. the next morning.

Him: Hey nechance u wana go runnin tomm morning?
(Clear to see how drunk he is with all these errors. I'm by no means a spelling genius, but it is my pet peeve when a text is so poorly written.)
Me: Hey!! How are you what's up? I'm racing tomorrow in (insert town name here!!) Come to that!
(I had no clue who this was because I erased his number the second I decided I was done with him.)
Him: Good thnks. where's tht
Me: I'm sorry. Who is this? I might not have taken your number down
Him: Mh Y
I receive a phonecall at 1 a.m.!
Me: Please leave me alone. You didn't say who this is... It's way to late to be calling!!!! I'm getting up early!!!! If this is (insert name of different ex bf here) Don't care what you have to say!!!!
I didn't use his name... I used someone else's because at this point I still didn't know who it was.
Him: Hey!! How are you what's up? I'm racing tomorrow in (insert town) Come to that!
So it was clear to see he was copying and pasting our convo around.
Just send them to the blog! They can read all that went down here!
So I called him this morning at 10 a.m. I wanted to get to the bottom of who is calling/texting/bothering me.
Him: Hey really really sorry bout last night! dialed by mistake.. This is (Loser) from my town...
Me: Yeah grow up!
Him: Didn't you invite me to ur race
Me: Yea I thought you were a teammate!
I had no idea who it was, but I know no teammate would be senseless enough to call me at past one am.
Him: Oh

At first the realist didn't like the title of the blog. I think the title is the perfect fit. It is the glass slipper to cinderella's foot...
I wish he went to the race though. I decided not to go last minute because my foot was bothering me. It is better now.

So will this guy strike again? If he does, I will be sure to post. Important lesson to be learned: they always come back! Do not get upset if a guy lets you go for any reason or you let them go. They are never truly gone and ALWAYS come back. So, there never is any reason to get upset.

I also had this happen in October. It was a different guy. He texted and proceeded to call six times. I threatened him with the calling the cops.
The calls finally stopped. Why do people have to be so psycho? If I'm done with you, I'm done with you. You are yesterday's news. Onto the next one!

<3 Disbeliver disbelieving 24/7

Swing "In" P

I was super upset. Last week his class was replaced with another class.
All was well this week in the world. He was back and rocking out in full force.
I even saw the guy today! It is hard to tell how old he is. He can be any where from mid 30s to 57. He is one of those. The man has such sex appeal.
I wish I can put a video clip up here.
But I do not need to be sued in this lifetime.

<3 Disbeliever disbelieving 24/7

Online dating email of the day

"hi baby you are very beautiful anyway how are you doing? sweety you sound very interesting . my name is malik am from african please i will like to be your friend . i know you need love and care."

 

I..... thanks?

 

Trying to stay positive,

Skeptic

"Where's my wheelchair?"

That’s exactly what I said to some hottie. I know it’s a strange thing to say. It definitely does not sound attractive. It’s a terrible pickup line. And it probably won’t get any guy to sleep with me (unless he is 80 years old, which we all know I can still get them!).

But that phrase got me and Mr. Sexy talking.

I did not just pick any strange thing to say, although I am known not to hold back. I did not want to sound like a fool to this yummy piece of meat and lose any chance of devouring him. Allow me to explain my rationale for saying this statement. 

Some background: the man that I am referring to works at an arena in which I report to work some games. I see him at every game with a wheelchair. The Disbeliever and I both like him. Hearts must be floating above our heads when we see him. We would talk amongst each other about how hot he is. This did not do us any good. It just made me want to rip his usher suit off him every time I saw him. It’s torture because there is a norm called professionalism that people follow, apparently.

Nevertheless, something had to be done about this situation. Talking about him all the time, but never talking to him, did not help any. I can’t possibly go on the whole season not saying a word to him. I had to take advantage of my days at work. I had one season to make things progress. For the good of the blog.

One faithful day at work, I said to myself that I will say something to him, no matter how ridiculous. I just could not take it anymore.

“Where’s my wheelchair?” I blurted out.

“Right here!” He smiled.

OMG. I had so many teenybopper thoughts jumping around in my head. “He talked to me! He knows I exist!”

When I told the Disbeliever that I broke the ice with him, she was in disbelief.

It probably took me no more than the fifth day of seeing him at work for me to speak up. I can’t keep things in. If a girl likes a guy, she needs to say it. I think guys like when a girl makes the first moves because it makes it easier for them. Some may fear rejection or be too shy, so they keep their mouths zipped. Sometimes girls have to “man up.”

The wheelchair conversation (my question and his reply) went on for a few more days. There really was not much time to say more than that because we were both busy. The more I said the phrase, however, the naughtier his responses. ;)

“Where’s my wheelchair?”

“I’ll put you in this wheelchair!”

#^&@!

Another day, I saw him standing all sexy by himself against the wall. I was walking toward him and I kept looking at him until we made eye contact. Connection established.

“I really need a wheelchair. My legs hurt,” I said, bending down and rubbing my quads.

He bent down to take a gander. It looked like he was going to touch them. God, I wish he did.

“I’ll wheel you around!”

You wheel me right-round, baby, right round. 

I said to myself that I need to step it up even more. This needs to progress. I consulted with the Disbeliever on what to say next time. We came up with a list of questions and decided that the next thing to ask is his recommendations for places to hang out after work in the hood. This would give us a clue if he lives in the area. Above all, it is a sneaky way of indirectly giving him the hint to hang out after work. 

Ladies, see how it’s done.

“Hey, do you know any good places to hang out around here after work?” 

He named one bar and told a story about some kind of fight that he saw. That does not sound like a good place to go. He talked for about five minutes— enough time for me to read his name tag and to be in laalaa land.

“I just moved to (city in which he and I work) so I am looking for some places to go.” (I am letting him know where I live and he will most likely reciprocate with where he lives.)

He almost hit the ceiling when he found out that I live in the same city as he does. 

Already, we have something in common. I should invite him to my housewarming party. ;)

From then on, conversations started progressing. Rather than me say something first, now he is the one initiating conversation, whether it is a smile or a few words. I don’t remember what he says because he is just too dang hot! It doesn’t matter. “It’s all good in da hood!” as I said to him.

Now we are at the point where he will surprise me with a touch on my back that gives me the shivers. He also invited me to some place, but I was not sure if it was the name of a bar or if it was his home address. He also gave me part of his phone number when I was actually asking a customer for his phone number. I remember the first six numbers. 

I am very proud of the progression. It took an entire season to get to this level, but each day at work was a step above the previous day. It is not necessary to say something outrageous to get a guy’s attention. However, if the phrase is a joke or relates to the person, go ahead and say it. It also shows a girl’s sense of humor and gives the guy a glimpse of her personality. It’s more memorable than the meek “hi.”

There are a few more games until the end of the season. What should I say to him now to move things along? I do not expect anything to come out of this as far as a relationship. I don’t see myself dating him, but I am totally open to hanging out. Banging would be a bonus. ;)

I know…once you go black, you’ll never go back.

 
Keepin’ it real,
   Realist

Sexual Talk

!Attention!Attention!Attention!

My biggest pet peeve is listed below:

I hate when guys talk sexually before you even get to that point.
I do not want any kind of sexual talk before the actual act happens.  It is the ulimate turn off! Even if I'm into the guy, I will come screeching to a halt.
Men, I will break this down for you in simple terms. It is not safe to talk sexually to a female until you actually do the deed with her.
Exception to the rule, if she brings it up first.

You might impress some women by whipping out your magnums, but not this girl.

Repulsed!

<3 Disbeliver disbelieving 24/7

Mixing work and pleasure (and a new poll!)

To kick things off on this topic, allow me to share the results from last week's poll:

While this isn't exactly a scientific poll, I'm very happy so many people participated!  Looks like most people are split between avoiding it altogether or going for it as long as the two of you don't work together directly.

I used to be of the camp that work and love do not mix, period.  I was always very sensitive about my work reputation, and worried about the disaster that could take place if something didn't work out.  But I have to say, the older I get, the more I think that opportunities to meet a lot of intelligent, gainfully employed, eligible guys are limited, and if I have access to such a pool of men at work every day, why would I automatically eliminate the pool with no exceptions just because I think it might be weird in the chance that something actually goes somewhere and then just so happens that it doesn't work?  I still think it needs to be done carefully, but I think I'm much more open to it now.

This wasn't inspired necessarily by a specific case.  Well... not entirely.  Okay, so maybe there is someone I would like to get to know better.  Despite the nudging of co-workers, however, that is about as far as my interest currently goes.  He was very nice to me by introducing himself to me, and I like that, so I wanted to know more.  Am I ready to just dive in and ask him out?  No, and I don't think that's the right next thing to do.  I think THAT is what leads to the awkwardness.  But what I WILL do is chat with him now and then and see if a friendship develops.  And we'll go from there.  If at any point he turns out to be a creep, no harm done, right?  We're just work acquaintances.  Yeah, you're right, it's a little wimpy and maybe too safe.  I guess that's just how I roll.  Taking this pressure off makes it a lot easier for me to talk to the guy, though.  I am the world's biggest chicken, after all.

So enough about that.  I have something else on my mind now.  Which brings me to my next poll.  Once we see some results for this one, I'll write a little.  See how this works?

Trying to stay positive,
Skeptic

Who am I kidding? I love the single life!

April Fools!

I am not in a relationship! I remain (happily) single! I am here to stay…until I am actually in a relationship.  

I put myself as "in a relationship" on Facebook for the good of the blog. It was a very interesting experiment with compelling data. Seven out of eight people who "liked" my status were female (one is gay). Also, all but one commenter were female. What’s the deal, guys? You’re not happy for me? 

I was a little taken aback that no guys "liked" it. I thought it was kind of mean. I also sensed a jealous vibe. What do you make of this social experiment?

Keepin’ it real,

  Realist