did i mention that i still haven't even saved his number in my phone?
that's how weird/freaked out/uncertain/mentally scarred/just plain crazy i am.
maybe if we make it to the end of the year, i'll save it. maybe...
and i still haven't purchased those undies.
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
panic and panties
so remember the guy who was sending all the text messages and whatnot, and i was so not interested, and then he friended me on facebook, and i was like, "damn, i'll be glad when i get a boyfriend, so i can change my status to 'in a relationship' and then this douche will leave me alone." well, once again, the joke is on me because that fucker just changed his status to "in a relationship." mutherfucker! i mean, i don't give a shit that he's off the market but merely that he's off the market before me. uggghhh. i saw her pictures. she's aiight. she's no janet reno or anything, but i'm sure she makes him happy, and they have these ridiculously cheesy FB exchanges. for example, under a photo of him, they had the following correspondence yesterday...
her: Sexy businessman. Do you have a girlfriend?
Yesterday at 10:02pm
him: yes...you and she look alot alike! *wink*
Yesterday at 10:04pm
her: Wow then she is hot. Oh well, she is lucky.
Yesterday at 10:06pm
him: i think i'm the lucky one...
Yesterday at 10:07pm
and i am the unlucky one to have stumbled across this. i wasn't FB stalking, i swear. but i saw that wretched red heart, indicating that someone had found love, and i couldn't help myself.
as for me and the guy...well, things have been normal, which is enough to cause panic. normal = seeing each other a couple of times a week with an unspoken understanding that we will be sleeping in the same bed at the end of each excursion. the other day, as i was lying in bed after an enthusiastic make-out session, i thought to myself, it's sad that i'm at the age where sex is pretty much a given. i mean, when you're almost 30, you can't very well get by on first, second and sometimes third bases (which one is third, again?) for very long. at some point, you're going to have to bring it on home. and it's not that i don't want to. it's just that there's something particularly sweet and innocent and...tidy about a relationship in which sex has not entered the picture. i mean, i'm not clingy, i don't need to talk to him all the time, i don't need to see him all the time, i don't feel any emotional extremes. i don't care THAT much about random girls on his FB page. i feel under control. and aside from all that, a pre-sex relationship is just...i dunno...it's beautiful and fun in it's own pressure-less way. and once you do it, it's done. there's no more anticipation of it. it's a part of the relationship, and you will continue to do it with this person until you 1) break up or 2) die. fortunately, no pressure has been imposed on me to do it, though DESIRES have been expressed as of late, which led me to consider all of this. my only hesitations, aside for the aforementioned, are that i don't want a guy to be intimate with me AND other women, and i need to know that he's going to stick around. call that whatever you want (a relationship or just an understanding), those are my requirements.
so how do i know that a guy is going to stick around? well, i will never know for sure, but at what point do i at least FEEL like he will? i don't know. but it's not right now, i'll tell you that much. perhaps to normal folks, a two month span of hanging out would be a good indication, but not for me. two-month-marks are when folks disappear or reveal that they are still in love with someone else, so i'm going to wait this one out and brace for any impending disasters. he is leaving today for three weeks or so, which is good and bad. good because i at least won't have to think about fornication for a good month. bad because i may never have to think about it again if he 1) forgets about me or 2) comes back and wants nothing to do with me. three weeks is a long time. anything can happen, and i still have insecurities when it comes to relationships and 21+ days is plenty of time for them to fester, multiply and spread.
and just a note to el mero mero, who left a comment on my last entry. first, thanks for reading. but i haven't avoided commenting on the boy simply because he's doing all the right things and is therefore unentertaining and not worthy of writing about. i mostly avoided writing about him because i didn't want to jinx it. i am a big believer in the jinx. for example, if i'm dating a guy that i really like and i buy new underwear, the relationship ends shortly thereafter. i swear! so i avoid purchasing new undies (but i really, really need some new ones right now, so i've had this full online shopping cart all day, but i'm afraid to click "checkout" because of what may happen). things that are important to me, things i truly care about, i actually don't talk about. i'd rather just see how they go and then discuss retrospectively. not just relationship stuff but career stuff as well. also, i figured that the people who read this thing, read it because of the crazy shit that happens to me, and if they wanted sap, they'd go elsewhere. perhaps i'm wrong.
but nice guys deserve all the props in the world, and if you're one of them, i'm saluting you today.
okay, but i seriously don't know what all is included in third base, L.A. a lil' help...?
her: Sexy businessman. Do you have a girlfriend?
Yesterday at 10:02pm
him: yes...you and she look alot alike! *wink*
Yesterday at 10:04pm
her: Wow then she is hot. Oh well, she is lucky.
Yesterday at 10:06pm
him: i think i'm the lucky one...
Yesterday at 10:07pm
and i am the unlucky one to have stumbled across this. i wasn't FB stalking, i swear. but i saw that wretched red heart, indicating that someone had found love, and i couldn't help myself.
as for me and the guy...well, things have been normal, which is enough to cause panic. normal = seeing each other a couple of times a week with an unspoken understanding that we will be sleeping in the same bed at the end of each excursion. the other day, as i was lying in bed after an enthusiastic make-out session, i thought to myself, it's sad that i'm at the age where sex is pretty much a given. i mean, when you're almost 30, you can't very well get by on first, second and sometimes third bases (which one is third, again?) for very long. at some point, you're going to have to bring it on home. and it's not that i don't want to. it's just that there's something particularly sweet and innocent and...tidy about a relationship in which sex has not entered the picture. i mean, i'm not clingy, i don't need to talk to him all the time, i don't need to see him all the time, i don't feel any emotional extremes. i don't care THAT much about random girls on his FB page. i feel under control. and aside from all that, a pre-sex relationship is just...i dunno...it's beautiful and fun in it's own pressure-less way. and once you do it, it's done. there's no more anticipation of it. it's a part of the relationship, and you will continue to do it with this person until you 1) break up or 2) die. fortunately, no pressure has been imposed on me to do it, though DESIRES have been expressed as of late, which led me to consider all of this. my only hesitations, aside for the aforementioned, are that i don't want a guy to be intimate with me AND other women, and i need to know that he's going to stick around. call that whatever you want (a relationship or just an understanding), those are my requirements.
so how do i know that a guy is going to stick around? well, i will never know for sure, but at what point do i at least FEEL like he will? i don't know. but it's not right now, i'll tell you that much. perhaps to normal folks, a two month span of hanging out would be a good indication, but not for me. two-month-marks are when folks disappear or reveal that they are still in love with someone else, so i'm going to wait this one out and brace for any impending disasters. he is leaving today for three weeks or so, which is good and bad. good because i at least won't have to think about fornication for a good month. bad because i may never have to think about it again if he 1) forgets about me or 2) comes back and wants nothing to do with me. three weeks is a long time. anything can happen, and i still have insecurities when it comes to relationships and 21+ days is plenty of time for them to fester, multiply and spread.
and just a note to el mero mero, who left a comment on my last entry. first, thanks for reading. but i haven't avoided commenting on the boy simply because he's doing all the right things and is therefore unentertaining and not worthy of writing about. i mostly avoided writing about him because i didn't want to jinx it. i am a big believer in the jinx. for example, if i'm dating a guy that i really like and i buy new underwear, the relationship ends shortly thereafter. i swear! so i avoid purchasing new undies (but i really, really need some new ones right now, so i've had this full online shopping cart all day, but i'm afraid to click "checkout" because of what may happen). things that are important to me, things i truly care about, i actually don't talk about. i'd rather just see how they go and then discuss retrospectively. not just relationship stuff but career stuff as well. also, i figured that the people who read this thing, read it because of the crazy shit that happens to me, and if they wanted sap, they'd go elsewhere. perhaps i'm wrong.
but nice guys deserve all the props in the world, and if you're one of them, i'm saluting you today.
okay, but i seriously don't know what all is included in third base, L.A. a lil' help...?
Friday, August 21, 2009
Thursday, August 13, 2009
update
yeah, so quick update. he called the day after i wrote that last entry. and...yeah, i was overreacting. okay, okay what else is new (at least when it comes to stuff like this). it's just some gallstones that will require the removal of the gallbladder at some point in the future, and he will likely go home to do it and to recover, but that should only be for a week. and that's it...no moving away for a "little while." no severe pain that keeps him from seeing me, as we did see each other last weekend (we went to dinner, we watched tv, blah blah blah, he stayed over) and more recently we went to disneyland (we rode the rides, watched the fireworks, blah blah blah, i stayed over). so for now, the waters are calm. i am enjoying myself and having fun, which is something i haven't been able to say in a while as it pertains to this aspect of my life.
Thursday, August 6, 2009
one hit wonders
so, since the emailing back and forth, we saw each other. and it was lovely and wonderful. we ate, he made me margaritas, we saw 500 days o' summer, which wasn't the best call on my part, but hey, what can you do? we ate jello jigglers, we laid on the balcony under a blanket, blah blah blah, i called in sick to work the next day, and we laid in bed. sigh... i had fun.
anyway, the next day he was leaving to go home for a wedding and his friend's memorial service, and he said he would call when he got back. now, i KNOW that when we lying under the moon he said the memorial service was going to be on the 14th, and i unsuccessfully prepared myself not to talk to him for 2.5 whooole weeks. however as of last night, he is back, so i heard, which means (i guess) that the service happened early than anticipated. anyway, that doesn't bother me. but there are a few things that give me pause, like something about him having his gallbladder removed and his body shutting down and him planning to go back home for a while and...something about working with dogs. this is all very piecemeal because this is second hand information as told to me by my friend who overhead all of this as she was pretending to be asleep in her boyfriend's room (her boyfriend is friends and roommates with this guy). okay, first off, i feel very bad for him if he is having some health issues, whether they be related to the stress of what's going on or something else. i really do. but in the midst of feeling badly, i also think i hear TAPS playing in the background, signifying the end of this whole affair. i mean, a gallbladder? going home for a while? dogs? this certainly doesn't look good for love. and then i wonder why it is that i always seem to meet guys who are in the midst of some inaccessible period. the "i just broke up with someone and i'm not looking for anything serious" period. the "i'm living in my car, trying to get my self together" period. the "i just want to hang out with my friends and play volleyball" period. the "my ex is stalking me and threatened to kill herself if i date anyone else" period. ugh. granted, the gallbladder period is one that this poor guy has no control over, so i'm not faulting him at all. it's just...interesting i suppose that guys, the ones i like anyway, are never in a position to have a relationship. and yet those are the ones i want. out of a room of 100 eligible men, i will undoubtedly pick the ineligible one. sigggggghhhhh.
maybe i'm jumping the gun and this won't be the case, but if i examine my track record.... and i KNOW you should only look forward and not backward, but wouldn't one be stupid not to heed past warnings?
whatever. i don't know. i don't even know how i feel about this yet. maybe i don't care. hopefully, i don't care. maybe he'll call me and tell me all this and we'll say our goodbyes and whatnot...and maybe not. i guess i should work on training myself not to think about this or him at all. agh!
i think my defense mechanisms are out of control, L.A.
anyway, the next day he was leaving to go home for a wedding and his friend's memorial service, and he said he would call when he got back. now, i KNOW that when we lying under the moon he said the memorial service was going to be on the 14th, and i unsuccessfully prepared myself not to talk to him for 2.5 whooole weeks. however as of last night, he is back, so i heard, which means (i guess) that the service happened early than anticipated. anyway, that doesn't bother me. but there are a few things that give me pause, like something about him having his gallbladder removed and his body shutting down and him planning to go back home for a while and...something about working with dogs. this is all very piecemeal because this is second hand information as told to me by my friend who overhead all of this as she was pretending to be asleep in her boyfriend's room (her boyfriend is friends and roommates with this guy). okay, first off, i feel very bad for him if he is having some health issues, whether they be related to the stress of what's going on or something else. i really do. but in the midst of feeling badly, i also think i hear TAPS playing in the background, signifying the end of this whole affair. i mean, a gallbladder? going home for a while? dogs? this certainly doesn't look good for love. and then i wonder why it is that i always seem to meet guys who are in the midst of some inaccessible period. the "i just broke up with someone and i'm not looking for anything serious" period. the "i'm living in my car, trying to get my self together" period. the "i just want to hang out with my friends and play volleyball" period. the "my ex is stalking me and threatened to kill herself if i date anyone else" period. ugh. granted, the gallbladder period is one that this poor guy has no control over, so i'm not faulting him at all. it's just...interesting i suppose that guys, the ones i like anyway, are never in a position to have a relationship. and yet those are the ones i want. out of a room of 100 eligible men, i will undoubtedly pick the ineligible one. sigggggghhhhh.
maybe i'm jumping the gun and this won't be the case, but if i examine my track record.... and i KNOW you should only look forward and not backward, but wouldn't one be stupid not to heed past warnings?
whatever. i don't know. i don't even know how i feel about this yet. maybe i don't care. hopefully, i don't care. maybe he'll call me and tell me all this and we'll say our goodbyes and whatnot...and maybe not. i guess i should work on training myself not to think about this or him at all. agh!
i think my defense mechanisms are out of control, L.A.
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