Give Me Everything...

Once in forever life throws something at you that makes you stop and think “holy fuck is the universe actually listening?”.  This week was kind of like that for me.  For a while now I have been bitching and complaining about men and sex or a lack of in each category.  I cursed the dating process for being so aggravating and somewhat unsatisfying.  I cursed all the good men for already being tied down.  I bit my tongue with slight feelings of jealousy every time I’d see someone else change their relationship to “engaged” along with an accompanying photo of a gorgeous ring on facebook.  And I cursed Dipshit for being the last person I slept with (and it not even being all that great or memorable) and wondered how people managed to find someone to get busy with outside of a relationship.  I’ve seen it happen, friends tell me about it, but how do they do it?!?!  Fucking baffling!  All I want is for all this to change…for some sign of how to make it all happen…for some divine intervention that will at least get the ball rolling!!

Then last weekend happened.  Not the one that just past but the one before…you read all about it…the epic nature of it…where the mystery of sex with strangers was solved as multiple guys tried to get me to go home with them (not that this is something I actually want, I get too attached and emotional to have casual sex, but I’m still curious), where a guy actually impressed me when trying to show he liked me…where I found that when you literally least expect it opportunities come around that just tickle you happy and leave you with the inability to resist.

As you read in my last post (and if you haven’t read, shame on you!  Go do it now and return back…Read Me) I had met this awesome Marine who, while from the area, is currently living on base in Cali & is preparing to leave for Afghanistan any day now.  There is also this other guy, Hot Work Boy, who I’ve known for a few years and have massive amounts of sexual tension with. 

So for Friday night HWB wanted to meet up with me in Hoboken and hang out.  Although from a lot of the recent messages I was receiving from him and the chats we’ve had I think his mind was on more than the usual hang out, make out and dance routine we normally have.  Bout time if you ask me.  I don’t know that I would have gone through with more but regardless I was really looking forward to seeing making out with him since it’s been a while.

After texting with the Marine all day Friday I ended up with two great offers and had to make a choice.  After a lot of debate and nervousness and completely cracking myself up over the situation (no joke, I couldn’t stop giggling because the thought of it all just completely tickled me)…I took a deep breath and made a decision.

I teach Zumba to little kids on Fridays at the Boys & Girls Club in Hoboken.  Its such an amazing hour since they are all so enthusiastic every time I show up.  Naturally after getting all sweaty with the kiddos all I wanted was a shower and a few drinks.  So, I took care of the first and went to meet up with Gryph to take care of the second.  As per usual he never disappoints and had a beer in my hand nearly the second I walked into the bar (McSwiggins if your wondering…its Gryph’s  fav spot).  Then came a few shots, more beer and me trying to calm my nerves for the evening.

He finally he arrived.  I was sitting next to the window chatting with some friends and in he walked.  Once he found me he walked right up and planted a big kiss on my lips (sounds soo junior high lol)  and I got to introduce him to my friends.  Friends…this is the Marine….Marine, friends!!!!

So yes, I picked the Marine.  It had nothing to do with his “patriotic duty” comment which so you all know was a complete joke…and besides he’s a Marine so I fully expect this kind of shit to come out of his mouth.  And nothing to do with him shipping off to fight a war.  And everything to do with me just doing something completely exhilarating.  Completely different then what I’ve been doing.  Something that can for once allow me to fully embrace my youth, my freedom and say fuck it I’m doing exactly what I want!

I tend to think things through way too much.  I consider the future, my feelings, my opinions, my friends opinions, anyone who I may meet in the futures opinions…ok that’s a lie and kind of extreme…but really, I over think a lot of things.  For once, I just wanted to live without thinking and just be fucking daring! 

Pitbull sums it up pretty damn well in my new theme song "Give Me Everything"

Give me everything tonight 

For all we know we might not get tomorrow 

Let's do it tonight 

Back to the evening…we all hung around at Swiggs for a bit and I was really enjoying the Marine’s company.  Conversation was so easy and he was funny, snarky and really sweet.  Gryph kept mentioning how into me he thought the Marine was and how he thought I really liked him too….I will neither confirm nor deny that.

Eventually we left to go next door to The Shannon…except that Gryph ditched me.  He promised he would return but I was weary.  So the Marine and I were left to fend for ourselves.  We got beers and started dancing.  I always appreciate it when a guy isn’t afraid to shake it a bit on the dance floor.  Then we both took a bathroom break  and when we met back up something happened.  I started to freak the fuck out.  When I walked over to him he immediately grabbed me, wrapped his arms around me and gave me a kiss.  Your melting right?  Totally sweet.  The Marine was nothing but sweet and affectionate!!  It was amazing.  Just what I keep saying I want.  Yet here I am with this great looking guy who is smart, successful, protects our country and here I am frantically looking around the bar at all the other guys I was thinking I could flirt with and the opportunities I am possibly missing out on and how if he kissed my head one more time I may bolt.

I kept frantically texting with Gryph begging him to come back and help me.   I was totally losing it.  It was bad.  But ever the amazing friend he is, Gryph managed to calm me down and convinced me to stay.  The fact is, after further discussion the following day I think what happened was that it was a lot in a little amount of time.  We knew each other a week and I knew it was more or less finite since he would be leaving and usually affection like that between two people builds as you get to know them while your dating.  There wasn’t much of a getting to know period and the closeness, which I’ve been craving, completely caught me off guard.  What worries me though is that if this is an indication of how I’ll react anytime a guy shows me affection I’m fucked.  I’ve never been like this before and this is my first real taste of a guy being really into me since Dipshit (and even he wasn’t all that into me when we ended).  It also didn’t help that I kept thinking about our room back at the W (the boy certainly has good taste) and how this would be the first time in…umm forever?, that I’d be doing more than innocently hooking up with a guy.  YIKES!!! 

When we left the bar the Marine wanted some pizza.  So we stopped and grabbed him a slice.  Then he started mentioning if I still wanted to see my other friends who were at Whiskey Bar we could go.  Other friends = HWB and his friends.  The Marine did not know this.  I was kinda drunk so said sure!  Then immediately regretted it.  What in the shit was I doing?? 

Well needless to say they were both extremely jealous of the other to the point it was comical.  Every chance they were able to get in my ear for a second either would say “you want to bang that guy” or “is that your boy?” or something to that effect.  I suppose drunk PYT cannot control her flirtations.  And to add to the already complicated mess of boys, the bartender I told you about, the one who is hot and remembered me…he was there along with a huge smile when he caught my eye.  Geez.  The Marine actually told me on our way out that he was really jealous of HWB and he never gets jealous.  The he’s not that kind of guy and why do I have to be so cool that he actually likes me.  Thanks??

We made our way back to the W and once upstairs I decided I’d get comfortable by slipping into one of the amazing robes they have in the room.  It didn’t take long for the Marine to take control of the situation …that night & in the morning…we got back to the room at around 2:30am…fell asleep eventually….and woke up around 6am to get ready to go to the airport. 

In the time we had together we got to know a lot about one another.  We really had some great conversations.  One of my favorite things he said which completely cracked me up was when he was telling me how he really wants to have someone he can come home to after work and especially someone who can cook since he really can’t, although he does “guy things like make breakfast and BBQ”.  What is it with men and making breakfast anyway?  My Dad is like that too…awesome at breakfast and the grill and not too hot with anything else.  He also insists that his wife takes his name and if she chooses to ignore that tradition of marriage he’s choosing to ignore the engagement ring tradition and plans to blow the money for a ring in Vegas with his friends.  Hilarious.  Also, he has a complex about women driving.  He was insisting to drive my car to the airport.  But the thing is I never let anyone drive my car so that was one battle he wasn’t winning.  He did warn me that if we were dating that would never fly and he’d be driving.  I’m all for guys being men and taking charge of such things, just not behind the wheel of my car.  And lastly the painted me a picture of how, if we were dating and we were in London where we would live and what we would see and do (he lived there for a little over a year for work and seems to really want to go back).  It was adorable.

So, in the end I made a fabulous decision.  We had a blast, he is a great guy and we’ve been keeping in touch since he left.  I have no expectations of dating him or this turning into anything more then what it is on the surface but it was just the boost of excitement I needed.  I’m so happy we caught eyes and he came into my life, even for how brief a moment.  Taking him to the airport was kind of bittersweet.  Its emotional to bring a Marine to the airport knowing there is always a chance he may never come home.  I have a few very good friends who were Marines so I’ve had a taste of this before and it never gets easier…even if its someone you barely know.  We had some wonderful kisses and he even caught me off guard by reenacting the most famous war kiss.  I wonder how long he’s been wanting to do that. 

As I was pulling into my driveway I got a call from him…turns out he seriously fucked up and his flight wasn’t actually until Sunday!!!!  What?!?!?!  He said he considered calling and seeing if I would turn around so we can head back to the hotel and spend the afternoon laying around and spending time together while he ordered us breakfast.  Despite the insanely busy day I had ahead of me, I kinda wish he had.  But he got the airline to switch his ticket and get him on the flight anyway, so he was boarding the plane when he called.  I do miss the excitement of him being around and I do hope we continue to keep in touch.  I hope he stays safe over there…and to all my Marines  “OORAH!!!”

HELP!!! The Marine vs Hot Work Boy...Tonight!!!

Ok everyone, this is not going to be well written, may not even make sense but I’m trying to type as fast as my mind is racing and my heart is beating.  I’m totally freaking the fuck out and I need your opinion!!

So, the end of my epic weekend involved the Arts and Music Festival in Hoboken along with run-ins with Dipshit and a few of his friends one who almost literally knocked me over (and by run-ins I mean I saw them, don’t know if they saw me but no conversation was had, no one ran in the other direction, no eye contact made…so yeah probably the best way that could have happened)…there was delish festival food which always turns me into a piglet and then drinks.

Obviously there would be drinks.  KK, new friend Miss and I went over to McSwiggin’s after a failed attempt on the rooftop of the Dubliner (that place has turned into a huge disappointment, including my date with the Rival, who btw has resurfaced with a couple of random txts, weirdo).  After scoping out the men I went and hunted down a table.  I was successful and also managed to catch the eye of not one but two hotties (one who happens to be a Marine)…who were clearly friends since they were chatting and sitting at the same table (duh).  I later learned one had texted the other saying he thought he was getting "looks" from me hahahah...boys!!

Well cutting out all the in between bullshit  after about 3 beer towers, numerous irresponsible drinking games and lots of laughs we made our way inside and the Marine and I started getting close.  Before I knew it we were making out at the bar, chatting away and having a blast.  Eventually he blurts out that he’s normally not so forward but he really wants to spend the night with me.  What is with guys these days???  I’m not complaining…just totally surprised.  He was saying its my “patriotic duty” to sleep with him since he is a Marine and is going off to Afghanistan in less than a month…and yes, despite killing bin laden he is still going.  Funny.  He was trying to convince me to stay in Hoboken for the night but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it.

He walked me to my car when I left and asked about my plans for the rest of the week and promised to see me again.  Apparently when he went back to the bar after walking me out he went up to KK who was still there and told her “I really like your friend”…how sweet.  Well everyone…this is what its all supposed to look like…we chatted through Monday and he made plans to take me to dinner on Tuesday.  So this is what a guy who is interested in a girl is supposed to do…what all the books, “experts”, etc tell you about.  So, I kind of cancelled the dinner idea but offered ices instead.  He came to pick me up, rang the bell and opened the door for me…we shared ices and then went for a few drinks.  I know he was undressing me with his eyes the whole time and I have to tell you, I didn’t even care.  It was sexy and I was enjoying his company more then I can say.

He asked to see me again Wednesday night but he had dinner plans with friends in the city pretty late and there was no way I’d be up for going out to the city at that time.  We tried to hang out last night but we were in different places and it was tough.  Now comes tonight.  He told me he really wants to see me before he leaves and is looking into changing his flight tomorrow (yes, he leaves tomorrow) so we can spend a little more time together.

I had plans with friends in Hoboken tonight so he said he’d get a room in the W (yes that implies what you think) and asked if I could take him to the airport the next day.  I have NEVER taking a guy to the airport and I always imagined thats reserved for girlfriends and family.  Just imagining bidding goodbye to a Marine after spending what I'm sure will be quite a passionate evening with him and sending him off to war just tickles me in all sorts of ways...it seems ridiculous and like, ummm is this my life?  Who is scripting this???  This doesn't happen in real life, I'm sorry.  Wow, just breathe.  Its all completely fascinating and seems unreal.  Like this should be in some cheesy book or Nicholas Sparks movie. Now don't get me wrong I'm not thinking this is necessarily romantic or that this guy will sweep me off my feet...there is just something really exciting about it.  Not sure why...

Here is my dilemma.  Pre-Marine, there is a guy I’ve known for a long time…Hot Work Boy…he and I have this unresolved romance.  From the second we met at work there was sexual tension and so much attraction.  Basically our MO is to hang out and make out.  I don’t think there has been a time we’ve hung out that our lips haven’t locked.  We’ve never done more, I think I’ve only seen him with his shirt off in pictures but we’ve both talked about wanting to.  Recently he’s been texting me asking why we’ve never dated, why we’re both so hot and still single and expressing how much he wants to “smush” me…there we go again with the sex and the jersey shore…sensing a pattern???  

Anyway, he lives in LI and spends a bunch of time in Hoboken and we haven’t seen each other in quite a while.  So earlier this week he asked to see me tonight and made plans for a night out in the boken.  FUCK!!!  So, now I have Hot Work Boy and the Marine both wanting to see me tonight and I’m completely torn about what to do.  I’ll be honest, I wish I could hang out with both, go back to the W with the Marine and have some posh overnight love affair, never having Hot Work Boy find out about it and pick up normal life once the Marine ships off.  Reality says that will never happen.  One good thing and plus with Hot Work Boy is that he's not going anywhere...he'll be here and I know I'll see him again.  This doesn't make my decision any easier.

The Marine texted me earlier telling me that he really likes me and thinks I’m a really great girl and that he’s not trying to hang out with me just for sex.  That he really enjoys talking to me and thinks I’m a lot of fun.  While that is sweet a part of me can’t help but want to scream bullshit…this reads I want sex before I go to war all over it.  I mean he was even joking about how he needs to have “good bye good luck” sex.  All in good fun I suppose but its still my life we’re messing with.  So while I do believe he likes me I can’t imagine that I’d hear from him again or see him again for that matter…but he could prove me wrong, he seems to have that potential.

So, what do you all think?  What should I do?!?!  Help!!!!

Are You DTF...

Every once in a while a weekend rolls around that catches you by surprise because it is just completely EPIC.  Its like a little added bonus, kind of like those little “extra” test tube shots they stick into a frozen drink at restaurants, when it all just happens and it was completely unplanned.  This was my weekend.

Friday night I decided I was going to meet up with A Bomb in Hoboken…not too shocking.  After a last minute screw you from my stomach which had me doubled over in pain for about a half hour for God knows what reason and thinking I wasn’t going to make it out, I was finally able to pull it the fuck together and make my way to Jersey.  Naturally the lack of traffic wasn’t a gift but a curse as every single path which would lead to the Holland Tunnel…aka the most direct and quick routes into Hoboken…were closed due to some shooting in the tunnel.  Lovely.

When I finally got there and parked, I was kind of tired and swore it would be an early night.  Kiss. Of. Death.  I ended up getting home around 4am…oops.  The night didn’t end without some um, interesting events taking place.  First, when we got to one of my favorite spots, Whiskey Bar, I run into friends of mine who I had no idea were going to be there.  This became a way bigger deal then it needed to be but you know how it is with alcohol and excitement…overreaction!!! 

As we made our way to the back to watch the band we’re ordering drinks and a new friend K tells me the uber hot bartender is single.  So we make our way over to generate an intro for me.  Turns out, he remembers meeting me before…weird.  I know we’ve chatted in the past but he’s a bartender and that was forever and a day ago, can’t believe he remembered me.  Guess I made an impression.

We chatted a little throughout the night but he was working and I was having too much fun on the dance floor to try and stick by the bar all night just to chat with him.  He gave me a huge hug and kiss on the cheek when I told him I was leaving and asked that I please come back soon.  Yawn.  Ask for my number and to see me outside the bar.  Thanks.

When we walked towards the front A Bomb was doing what she does best and was ordering jager bombs for us.  I swear, you cannot be around her without having at least one jager bomb.  Its almost never one though.  Next thing I know some cute guy starts talking to me, buys me a shot of patron and is doing a great job flirting.  He’s inviting my friends and I to come hang out with him and his buddy who was off dancing all by himself.  Well as a joke I went over to dance with him and let me tell you, it was no joke, this kid could move!  When I got a minute to breath I walked back over to the original boy and made mention that his friend seemed to be trying to move in.  he was too sweet to really say anything.

Moving on to all of us getting kicked out so the bar could close…we are outside and this tiny dancer was chatting it up with me.  Then I started to realize he was a bit of a dick. 

Boy: “I’ve got to be honest, you are so fucking hot and sexy…I really want to have sex with you.”

Me: “I see we’re doing straight to the point…smooth.”

Boy: “well c’mon on you DTF or not?”

Me: thrusting my hand on his chest “what the fuck did you just say? Are you making $100,000 for this episode, where are the cameras?  I didn’t realize I was getting filmed for the Jersey Shore!”

Boy: “No, its not like that.  c’mon babe I just really want to have sex with you, are you DTF or not?”

Me: “Actually its exactly like that babe…and do people actually talk like that in real life??  What are you trying to be The Situation?  Because your failing, miserably…babe”

This went on for a few more minutes before the ridiculousness wore off and I started walking to my car.  But to my surprise he pressed on.  You would think even the biggest player would have his ego so bruised and have already set his sights on another girl who may be DTF…but no, he wanted me.  Fuck.

So I get to my car and he’s trying to convince me to make out with him.  Again, wasn’t working.  In between his, at this point desperate, attempts to get me to go home with him he started asking me if we could just hook up in the back seat of my car.  Are you out of your goddamn mind you little slimy turd???  I would not let you in my car if you paid me!  Let alone touch me. 

To try and get rid of him I told him he should call me tomorrow since I’d be in Hoboken and we can meet up then.  

Boy: “Listen I’m not going to be your boyfriend” 

Me: “You’re kidding right?  Despite your obvious fear of commitment the fact that you think I’d want you to be my boyfriend is comical.  If I wanted to date some wanna be Jersey Shore Guido I could have stayed home tonight”  

Boy: “No its not like that.  just girls seem to think that I’m going to be their boyfriend because we sleep together and I’m not like that”

Me: “Well last I checked we didn’t sleep together and I’m not like that.  Listen I don’t know what girls fucked you up so badly but you seriously need to get over yourself.  And I seriously need to get home”

And suddenly there was a change.  He suddenly got quiet, less defensive and looked at me with the saddest eyes.  Clearly I struck a nerve and hit the nail right on the head.

Boy: “youre right, I’m sorry.  Whats your number, I’ll send you mine.  I’m not going to text you though asking where you are and hunting you down. I don’t text girls, you can text me”

Me:  trying to control my laughter “well if that wasn’t the most backhanded attempt at being a man.  Seriously, I’m going home.  Good night.”

And that was that.  What a fucking head case. 

Tomorrow you get to hear about a festival, a near miss & a Marine.  Stay Tuned!!

Waiting...Not Winning

A very unhappy hump day to all!

Sorry for the less then stellar greeting but I'm not exactly in the best of moods at the moment.  I'm frustrated.  I'm irritated.  I'm so sick of fucking dating.

I'm considering giving up on online dating.  I haven't been all that "dedicated" to it recently like I was and no good has come of it yet (I don't consider an extremely long string of first dates good!)

I'm just in a shit mood...no thanks to the weather...or the three...thats right THREE people I know who got engaged in the past week..OR the fact that I haven't heard from the Rival since Friday.  I know that not a terribly long time and I know no matter how many other excuses I can make thats really whats bugging me at the moment...but despite all that not seeing his name pop up on my phone in almost a week has gotten under my skin.  Yes, it was one date so I'm not hung up on him...just more wondering why he's gone MIA...stupid jerk.

I know I could probably just bite the bullet and contact him myself...but there is something to be said about the guy making the effort.  And I was the last one to text so "technically" it was his turn to reply.  Oh what to do!!!!

This all sounds completely fucking ridiculous as I type it...makes me want to vomit on my keyboard actually.  Frankly I hate these stupid fucking dating games and don't want to take part in them.  I just want to meet someone and skip this other crap and go right to spending lazy mornings in bed.  Can we make that happen??

So I don't know what I'm going to do...or should do, what the fuck there isn't really any "shoulds" in dating...but yeah, can't decide.  I have a feeling that if I text something fun and clever he'll respond...then I'll spend the next day or so kicking myself for being so impatient and not waiting to see if he was going to text me on his own (which undoubtedly kicks way more ass then me taking initiative)...then again is it impatient if I haven't heard from him in 4 days.  But then if I don't text him I subject myself to being caught up in my own head until either I do actually hear from him or something new and shiny passes my eyes.  Naturally there is the possibility he's changed his mind and "is just not that into me", which is cool...he's probably covering at least half that book right now...not asking me out, not sleeping with me, not whatever the fuck else he should be doing...but knowing that doesn't make me enjoy this dating shit any more.

Funny thing is that even if I did hear from him I couldn't see him till next week anyway since I'm completely booked till then.

Damn...dating makes you dumb!!!

Dancing with the Devil

I have about one third of the post done for Mexico.  I keep talking about it and not delivering.  There are reasons.  I have them explained in that post.  Kind of.  I also need to tell you about the debacle that was Gryph’s 30^th Birthday…god he’s fucking old.  And whats worse is that he keeps complaining he can’t hang like he used to..this is a project I personally plan to tackle!!!  My apologies to all you senior citizens who are currently 30+…don’t worry, my sorry ass will be there one day.

Today, I want to take the time to tell you about my date last night aka Wednesday night since I actually started writing this yesterday. It’s the first date I’ve been on in quite a while so I was bubbling with all sorts of feelings.  While I never get nervous about a date a part of me felt anxious wondering if it’d be like riding a bike or if I was going to sit there fidgeting and fumbling for things to say.

One day while “virtually speed dating”…you know when your mindlessly browsing profiles online and half paying attention, half drooling over pictures and half drowning yourself in wine…I passed by a profile of a guy who seemed like he had potential.  He looked like my type from his pictures and from what I grazed over in his novella of a profile he seemed to be confident and perhaps even a little cocky which was coming off as slightly attractive, fun and passionate.  I didn’t read everything because he wrote A LOT and I wasn’t in the mindset to actually contact anyone so I made a mental note to revisit. 

You know, writing a lot in your profile can work as an advantage or a disadvantage for people.  You’re being detailed and specific and really putting yourself out there so essentially you are preventing people from wasting their time (and yours) because your saying what they need to know up front.  On the other hand you may get passed over because people have the attention span of gnats and won’t stay focused past your first two sentences and before they get to the part where you enthusiastically tell them to “Message Me!!!” they are already on to the next profile with big muscles or Victoria Secret cleavage. 

Point in case…I figured on a day when I was motivated I’d come back and check him out again since he had certainly caught my eye but I was not making any effort to conquer this mountain now.  Well as luck would have it he contacted me.  Woo! Don’t you just love when a man contacts you?? (I’d venture to guess a guy would get just as excited about a girl writing him?)  I should have guessed based on his profile that his message would be awesome…not only was it good though…it was really funny and clever.  He picked up on a couple of the ridiculous things I put in my profile about how I might have been a pirate because of how much I love rum….and how snuggling is my kryptonite…oh and that I’m obsessed with chocolate milk.  The title: “Pirate or Superwoman???”

The message:

I'm debating which one you might be... I mean, if snuggling is your kryptonite, then you may have met your match and I'm like Lex Luther to you. If you're a pirate, then I'm hiding my chocolate milk for safe keeping.

(Note: totally had to look up Lex Luther…)

Its so simple, yet it completely did the trick.  I really appreciate when someone takes the time to write more then “Hi. How are you?” ….how am I? Well, at the moment I’m confused as to why the fuck you think those 4 words are going to make me want to reply to you.  Harsh?  Perhaps, but lets be honest if this message is any indication of his motivation to be on the dating scene (which I find they typically are) then I’ll pass.  I believe that people who make a little extra effort when they contact you tend to be more serious and interested in actually meeting you and finding someone they care about.

But enough about that.  After a few emails back and forth we discover we work in the same industry and he eventually suggests drinks and we exchange numbers.  During a conversation about football I find out his team is the Cleveland Browns (he grew up there)…his second team is NYG so we’re still good, thankfully…and I made mention that I could totally rock a Browns jersey since my schools colors were Brown & White.  So naturally he asks where I went and when I tell him he responds…”I don’t think we can talk anymore.  I went to a better school.”  I nearly dropped my phone while I typed back…”Please don’t tell me you went to Lafayette.”  And the motherfucker did!!!  Ohhh this is going to be EPIC!!!

Our schools have the most played and longest uninterrupted rivalry in college football in the nation (as of 2005, 141 matchups, and played at least once every year since 1897).  It’s seriously incredible.  And the distaste for the rival is instilled in you from the moment you open your acceptance letter.  From the quality of the education (mine is better as per US News Rankings..thankyouverymuch.) to sports and everything in between.  Its fierce and I loved every minute of it.  So naturally the trash talking started immediately between the Rival and I and hasn’t stopped since.  He mentioned how much fun this will be during football season especially during the yearly game we play and my god is he right.  If we’re still hanging out at that point It. Is. ON!! Like Donkey Kong.  Him AND his school are going DOWN!!!

Fast forward to Wednesday night when we actually meet.  He arrives as I’m pulling on my boot in the driver’s seat of my car (I hate driving in heels) and I can see he’s tall, definitely cute, well dressed, and built…swoon.  Visually we like so far.  We go and find a table on the completely empty roof deck and order beers.  He orders one called the Raging Bitch simply because he likes the name…I fully support this.  So we drink, we chat, we berate each other for the piss poor educational experience the other received and its going really well. He mentioned how he’s looking for the trifecta in a woman…brains, personality, beauty…yes, yes aren’t we all.  And that he’s not rushing into anything and really wants to become friends first…respectable.

Anyway, we eventually order nachos…which I warned him I couldn’t eat due to Holy Week restrictions (no meat/dairy/oil…thank you Greek Orthodox Church) but totally gave him the go ahead to order and I picked out the chips which escaped the cheesy beefy goodness we all love about nachos.  Rival was a totally piggy and a part of me kind of liked it…his lack of concern for how he looked scarfing down the nachos and making a bit of a mess made me smile since he must have felt somewhat comfortable around me to just dive in like that or he just doesn’t give a shit what people think.  Hell I totally would have joined him if it wasn’t for fasting.  Uuggghh religion!!

At one point as I was asking questions about his family…his siblings ages to be specific…when he comments “wow, you really wanna know all the details huh? I didn’t know I was on an interview.”   To which I naturally had to chuckle because truth is Rival…you kinda are.  I mean the name of this blog was born out of the fact that dates are exactly like interviews.  But to avoid a debate after scoffing at him for thinking a question like that was detailed I simply said not exactly and offered to stop asking about “specifics” if he preferred.  He didn’t which clearly just meant he was being a ball buster…what an ass.

Once the chill was too much for us, our coats and our beers to handle we headed inside.  The second floor of the bar has these extremely comfy leather couches off in a corner, a big dance floor and a huge bar.  The entire thing was empty…all the bar stools were up on the bar, the lights were dim and it was completely quiet.  So we settled onto the couches and continued talking and laughing.  At one point I stood up to jump on the couch since we were talking about how squishy it was and how perfect it would be for jumping but once he realized I was serious Rival stopped me since he was afraid I’d hurt myself and he didn’t want to go to the ER on a first date…ugh whimp. 

Then he mentions how he started taking salsa lessons a week ago.  So he is now an ex-football player, with 3! Masters, owns his own condo, amongst many other fabulous things…who willingly signed up for salsa lessons since he thinks it’s a “good idea to learn how to dance”.  Yeah, my thoughts exactly.  So, I challenge him to show me what he’s learned.  And to my surprise and complete joy he stands up, grabs my hand and we head over to the open area and start dancing.  No music, no people…just us and me counting 1,2,3…5,6,7.  Let me tell you the boy can move…he even demonstrated a little booty shake for me (and commented on how he’s got a butt but he’s totally comfortable with it HAHAHA).  It can’t even tell you how awesome this was…plus is there anything sweeter then feeling a guys hand on the small of your back??  It was also really cute how he was yelling at me for leading…that’s right boy, take charge!  When you can let your guard down, do something a little crazy and really be goofy with someone you can connect with them in such different ways then when you’re just on opposite sides of a table shooting get-to-know-you facts back and forth.

Eventually it was getting late and being we both get into work when the rooster crows we decided to call it at night.  We’d already been together about 5hrs at this point so it wasn’t the worst thing to wrap up.

When we got out to my car he immediately says what a good time he had and that we should definitely dance together again soon…then made some other reference about dancing or something which implied sex as a joke which made me blush so badly because I couldn’t think of anything snarky enough to reply and just stood there wide eyed and red.  After getting a good laugh at me he grabbed me, hugged me and gave me a bunch of kisses on the cheek.  The fucking cheek!?!?!?  Just inch your lips over slightly and meet mine please.  I know he was being a gentleman and perhaps he was nervous or maybe he just likes to keep you guessing and anticipating.  Who knows?  All I know is that I wanted to be kissed so now I really want a second date just to make that happen! 

Ps- he just texted me a picture of a bottle of chocolate milk…and it’s from Wawa…which he is about to learn is my most favorite place ever!!!!  Plus one for the Rival.

Welcome Guest!!!

My motivation recently for anything other then Zumba has been fairly limited.  Trying to get my routines down, go on auditions and get my classes started has been nothing short of exhausting.  My entire body hurts right now...I have shin splints and sore muscles.  I am in great shape but doing hours and hours a night of Zumba is not normal and now I suffer.


On top of that I pretty much partied myself sick.  No not hangover sick but like sinus infection sick.  No sleep with lots of drinking, dancing and not eating much will actually run you down...where is my college tolerance...what the fuck.


Anyway, I owe you all some amazing stories from Mexico as well as my recent adventures during a Bachelorette party (which involves a Bachelor from London) and a 30th Birthday for Gryph in the Poconos.  


In the meantime, I leave you with a guest post which is delayed since our fabulous poster had a brain fart and forgot to send it to me when he was supposed to.  Because I love him and his blog (I've never met him so its a blog crush obvi) I forgive him & want to share the post with you anyway.


The blogger is Jeremy from Dear ExGirlfriend.  The format for his blog is super creative and seriously entertaining since he basically writes letters to girls he dates recounting the date, how he felt, how he think she felt and so on.  Its great insight into a guys mind post date and you get a really great feel of what a funny, sincere and sweet man he is...as well as how he is genuinely just as clueless about dating as the rest of us.  Its truly refreshing because I feel too many people try and act like experts and gives all these rules, guidelines, tips and tricks for dating but the fact is none of us know what the fuck we're doing.  We go out there and bullshit our way through until we have that ah-ha moment when we say "oh ok, this is cool...this is working" with someone. And then you get to navigate a relationship...woo!


Anyway, thank you to Jeremy for being so real...I heart it and appreciate & I know you all will too!  So, enjoy his post and make sure you hop on over and check out his blog after!!



"some people play hard to get. i play hard to want."



Dear Katie,
We went on a few dates this fall, and immediately two things were extremely clear to me: 1. you are a tease and 2. you like to play ‘the game.’  I’ll forgive you for item #1, after all 98% of females I know are teases on some level.  In fact, most of you don’t even know you are doing it consciously so it’s not as if I can actually blame you.  Although next time you are on a THIRD date with someone who buys you an expensive dinner and takes you to a romantic comedy he didn’t want to see (starring Justin effing Long), AND you bring up how much you enjoy a good make out session…don’t act all shocked and awed when he tries to kiss you goodnight.  Ok, now that I’ve got that out of the way, let’s move on to the game…


It’s actually hard for me to describe the game, because not only do I not play it, I don’t even really know how to play it if I wanted to.  Why is that, you might ask?  I don’t even know what the effing game is.  What I do know is that I apparently suck at it.  How do I know this? You told me so.


Before I forget I must thank you for being extremely informative, even if you were kind of a bitch about it.

I promise I wasn't 

even going to open my mouth...

Photo Courtesy of OKmagazine.com

After the first couple times we went out, I realized that I was definitely into you, and unfortunately I made that too clear.  I did not text/email/call/facebook chat/gchat you 17 times a day, or anything remotely along those lines.  Instead, after it had been a week or so since we hung out I said, “You know I had a really good time hanging out with you last week, I’d like to take you on more of a date date this weekend…dinner and a movie, or something like that.”  So, we went to dinner and a movie…where the story from the first paragraph about me buying you dinner, you talking about how much you like making out, etc etc, may or may not have happened.


That was the last time we hung out.  It had nothing to do with me being overly-aggressive (in your terms) by trying to kiss you goodnight.  Forwhat it’s worth, I’ll tell you my mindset again – we had been out three times, it was a brightly lit parking lot with other people leaving the movie, all I wanted was to give you a quick kiss on the lips; I wasn’t going to ram my tongue down your throat.  But that wasn’t it, apparently I played my cards too early, you told me.  I made it obvious that I enjoyed your company, simply by telling you that I, in fact, enjoyed your company.  There was no chase in it for you.  I should’ve played hard to get, or something like that.


Anyway, as much as I enjoyed our few dates, I’m glad you told me that; because no offense, I would never want to spend too much time with someone who has that mindset.  I don’t think you are a bad person or anything, like I said before, ‘the game’ just isn’t for me.  I tell people how I feel, not in an overly melodramatic way, but the same rule applies: if I like you, I like you.  I’m going to want to hang out because I enjoy hanging out with you; I’m not going to sit on my hands and pretend I don’t so you somehow like me more.
Of course, if I don’t get laid anytime soon I might have to change my ways.  Kidding, I promise.


Hope you win your next ‘game,’


Player ( get it – like, ‘don’t hate the player hate the game…)


*The Adventures of Ford Fairlane – yup, I quoted an Andrew Dice Clay movie.

"Love Begins With L"

Don't get fooled by the title...I'm not in love!  I'm not even in like...with someone I've actually met yet anyway...but thats a story for another post.


Anyway, I was supposed to get this up yesterday and in an epic fail I didn't.  The day completely got away from me and before I knew it Patches and I were the last two people in the gym at 11pm and nearly got locked in...can you even imagine?!?!?!


So onto the post...I was contacted by this company L. (a condom company) about sharing a campaign they released on their site yesterday.  After reading through their site and the campaign I thought what they are trying to do is interesting, intriguing and something which affects the entire world.  The company addresses one of the worlds most troubling issues HIV and AIDS while trying to empower women, educate on family planning and potentially help decrease poverty.  Pretty awesome.  


I know this is not what you would expect me to be writing about but as a dating blog two aspects of dating are love and sex and the scary truth is that all it takes is one time with one person combined with you not being careful for your entire life to change.  


Also, I think the women on this site seem to completely have their stuff together and this is completely in spite of a man...that is also an extremely relevant example for girls who are dating.  Relationships are wonderful and beautiful and love is a precious gift, however, you don't   need a man to be successful, to be happy or to make waves in the world.


Before I go on a rant let me stick to the topic on hand...


Here is their statement about what L. is:


"L. is a new social enterprise that makes doing good sexy. It's a condom company with a cause: to empower women globally by supporting the human right to safe sex. For every condom you purchase, one is distributed in a developing country. You can learn more about the company here: Love Begins with L "


With their buy one, give one philosophy (I just totally made that up...thats good stuff right their, marketing genius if you ask me, hey L. you should hire me!) L. says on its site that if they were to "represent 5% of the condom market we can serve the needs of three countries with the highest prevalence rate."  That is a beautiful thing but one must remember you can give a person a lifetime supply of condoms but that doesn't mean they are going to use it.  There are guys I know who refuse to wear condoms even being extremely well educated on all the risks.  

To L. :  as you know, the education aspect of what you are doing is more important than any woman you may interview, any number of condoms you may give out or how green your product is (although I am personally appreciative and impressed by your environmental sustainability efforts!).  Even more important than that, in my opinion, is motivation.  You can educate and supply people but these tools are worthless unless people want to use them.  What would be enough to make an individual want to be protected...if it's not the threat of HIV/AIDS or an unwanted pregnancy or the threat of poverty...would it be something else?  Maybe the flip side...perhaps the motivation would be found in the promise of a future, a job or a multitude of other things.  Everyone is motivated by something...just got to figure out what that is in this case.

Sorry, I got a little off track for a second...now onto L.'s campaign...finally...

For every day of March, women's month, L. met a women representative of the kind of love that rocks the world hard enough to change it. On the 31st, they introduced the 31 women who inspired them on their site. Each women supports the movement to make safe sex a human right. As you click on each woman's photo you are brought to her page where you can read a little blurb about her (some of these women lead seriously impressive lives) along with her answer to 3 questions around the power of love to change the world.

You can get inspired at: L31



I hope you take some time to look at a few of these women and check out their site.  Disclaimer:  Just so you know I am not getting paid for this and I don't know a soul who works for this company.  I got contacted by them, checked them out and decided it was worth sharing.  I hope you agree!!