October 1st I decided to move to NYC. It was a quick decision I was already in the process of finding a new place to live in Delaware county, I even had a new roommate lined up. My current roommate was debating to either sell her house or rent the whole thing out completely. I could barley afford to pay the rent I was, yet alone what she was thinking of renting it for. I told her I would be out by the 15th and it looked like things were going as planed until I felt that having my ex as a roommate was a bad idea. I was uncomfortable with the way he managed money and the fact we had sex twice since we decided to move in together.
I called me play sister Jazz and we talked about it. At first she was agents it but in a matter of three seconds she was thrilled. I told her my plan of moving up as soon as I found a job or the 31st which ever came first. I told her after we saved up money then she Nsangie and I would fid a two bed room ad split ret three ways. It was a idea that thrilled us both.
That night I called my sister so she would be the first to know, at first she was a little sad but by the end she was excited the same way everyone else would be when I told them. I waited a few days then told some friends at work. A bit of a mistake on my part.
The move date kept bouncing between the 2nd of November and the 30th of October. After some planning with my job I settled on the 2nd and would spend my Halloween and every day off until the move in the big apple Job hunting.
I did not wat to tell my supervisor and boss my plan until I had two weeks left. Then day of the company get together I found out that Helen a woman I already knew could ot be trusted had called my boss and told her that I was planning to move to New York. My boss was cool and I knew I didn’t have to much to worry about as the time to tell them was coming close anyway.
I approached her and we talked about it, she the said she had a connection in Brooklyn and would email a recommendation. I knew for a fact I had a job now.
One night after a long and tiring week one that left me with two days and no sleep, the next day I had to go to NYC for a job interview at the Metropolitan Museum of art’s store, I was sure to get a job offer. My cell phone was off due to non payment and the directions I got off lie left me lost I Brooklyn. I was trying to get to queens so I could change and the take MTA to my interview. By the time I made it to jazz’s house it was past my interview time so I found her “hidden” key let myself I and took a nap.
Just when I thought I was not going to get to see her and leave, she came in and proved once more how poorly she listens. I had told her that I was coming up ad yet she was surprised to see me. I asked to borrow her comp to check my email and that’s when I got the bad news. A one lie email from my boss “Effective immediately your employment with us is terminated.”
I ordered Chinese and chatted with Jazz and then went to bed. It was nice I hidden slept 8 hours straight . . . since before I started working nights. I was sad to be fired again, yet happy to have some free time to just be lazy. The move dated was switched to the 25th and I already had a job lead. I called my mother and set it up so that I would stay with my mother for 10 days. I had worked it down to seven and that was to long by day three we were arguing about water bottles. (Whole other blog)
Wednesday night I made plans to grab a drink with Josh (Mr.) after my modeling class. To my surprise he was at Friday’s with friends, Kathryn and his Boyfriend of 2 months, his name was Joe and he was quiet.
Shortly after my arrival Josh’s roommate Mike showed up and I could not help to leave Josh and his quite friend to their quiet dinner. It is important that you know I did not know who Joe was before I arrived I knew Josh was dating someone but I didn’t know his name or what he looked like. When I got to the bar he introduced him as “this is my friend.”
A small scene later and I was being told that Joe was unhappy with my presence ad that he might back out of the trip they had planed to Florida the next day. This was the last time josh ad I could hang out. I was leaving Saturday and not coming back and was leaving tomorrow for five days.
A trip to the bathroom and one phone call later I was ready to go home ad call it a night. The crew was moving on to another bar and I was advised it would be a good idea if I did not go in order to preserve my ex and his boyfriend’s trip. Josh ad Kathryn felt I should go. So I did and it’s a good thing Joe explained how he felt ad realized I was not the one he should be angry with its was just another case of Josh being Mr. M. a point I wanted explain to Joe but I realized it was not my place. I understood a little better now. I saw that Joe was a good guy I liked him a lot he made it a lot easier to let Mr. M go.
That Thursday I was hug over and had to push moving my stuff into storage to Friday. A hut for auntie Maime left my a little sad but I soon got over it.
Friday came and only one day left in the grater Philadelphia area. I got my sister and Lou to help me pack the truck and much to my surprise my sister ad I alone packed my storage space which I got a hell of a deal on.
One would think that I would have had a going away party or a big night on the town with my friends but nothing. I awoke Saturday to pack my car and begin my new life.
I pulled into Queens on the rainy Saturday of October 25th 2008. Lets just say my life still involves sex and working but it is no Sex and the City.
Vixc B
17 November 2008
11 November 2008
Hello Big Apple
October 1st I decided to move to NYC. It was a quick decision I was already in the process of finding a new place to live in Delaware county, I even had a new roommate lined up. My current roommate was debating to either sell her house or rent the whole thing out completely. I could barley afford to pay the rent I was, yet alone what she was thinking of renting it for. I told her I would be out by the 15th and it looked like things were going as planed until I felt that having my ex as a roommate was a bad idea. I was uncomfortable with the way he managed money and the fact we had sex twice since we decided to move in together.
I called me play sister Jazz and we talked about it. At first she was agents it but in a matter of three seconds she was thrilled. I told her my plan of moving up as soon as I found a job or the 31st which ever came first. I told her after we saved up money then she Nsangie and I would fid a two bed room ad split ret three ways. It was a idea that thrilled us both.
That night I called my sister so she would be the first to know, at first she was a little sad but by the end she was excited the same way everyone else would be when I told them. I waited a few days then told some friends at work. A bit of a mistake on my part.
The move date kept bouncing between the 2nd of November and the 30th of October. After some planning with my job I settled on the 2nd and would spend my Halloween and every day off until the move in the big apple Job hunting.
I did not wat to tell my supervisor and boss my plan until I had two weeks left. Then day of the company get together I found out that Helen a woman I already knew could ot be trusted had called my boss and told her that I was planning to move to New York. My boss was cool and I knew I didn’t have to much to worry about as the time to tell them was coming close anyway.
I approached her and we talked about it, she the said she had a connection in Brooklyn and would email a recommendation. I knew for a fact I had a job now.
One night after a long and tiring week one that left me with two days and no sleep, the next day I had to go to NYC for a job interview at the Metropolitan Museum of art’s store, I was sure to get a job offer. My cell phone was off due to non payment and the directions I got off lie left me lost I Brooklyn. I was trying to get to queens so I could change and the take MTA to my interview. By the time I made it to jazz’s house it was past my interview time so I found her “hidden” key let myself I and took a nap.
Just when I thought I was not going to get to see her and leave, she came in and proved once more how poorly she listens. I had told her that I was coming up ad yet she was surprised to see me. I asked to borrow her comp to check my email and that’s when I got the bad news. A one lie email from my boss “Effective immediately your employment with us is terminated.”
I ordered Chinese and chatted with Jazz and then went to bed. It was nice I hidden slept 8 hours straight . . . since before I started working nights. I was sad to be fired again, yet happy to have some free time to just be lazy. The move dated was switched to the 25th and I already had a job lead. I called my mother and set it up so that I would stay with my mother for 10 days. I had worked it down to seven and that was to long by day three we were arguing about water bottles. (Whole other blog)
Wednesday night I made plans to grab a drink with Josh (Mr.) after my modeling class. To my surprise he was at Friday’s with friends, Kathryn and his Boyfriend of 2 months, his name was Joe and he was quiet.
Shortly after my arrival Josh’s roommate Mike showed up and I could not help to leave Josh and his quite friend to their quiet dinner. It is important that you know I did not know who Joe was before I arrived I knew Josh was dating someone but I didn’t know his name or what he looked like. When I got to the bar he introduced him as “this is my friend.”
A small scene later and I was being told that Joe was unhappy with my presence ad that he might back out of the trip they had planed to Florida the next day. This was the last time josh ad I could hang out. I was leaving Saturday and not coming back and was leaving tomorrow for five days.
A trip to the bathroom and one phone call later I was ready to go home ad call it a night. The crew was moving on to another bar and I was advised it would be a good idea if I did not go in order to preserve my ex and his boyfriend’s trip. Josh ad Kathryn felt I should go. So I did and it’s a good thing Joe explained how he felt ad realized I was not the one he should be angry with its was just another case of Josh being Mr. M. a point I wanted explain to Joe but I realized it was not my place. I understood a little better now. I saw that Joe was a good guy I liked him a lot he made it a lot easier to let Mr. M go.
That Thursday I was hug over and had to push moving my stuff into storage to Friday. A hut for auntie Maime left my a little sad but I soon got over it.
Friday came and only one day left in the grater Philadelphia area. I got my sister and Lou to help me pack the truck and much to my surprise my sister ad I alone packed my storage space which I got a hell of a deal on.
One would think that I would have had a going away party or a big night on the town with my friends but nothing. I awoke Saturday to pack my car and begin my new life.
I pulled into Queens on the rainy Saturday of October 25th 2008. Lets just say my life still involves sex and working but it is no Sex and the City.
I called me play sister Jazz and we talked about it. At first she was agents it but in a matter of three seconds she was thrilled. I told her my plan of moving up as soon as I found a job or the 31st which ever came first. I told her after we saved up money then she Nsangie and I would fid a two bed room ad split ret three ways. It was a idea that thrilled us both.
That night I called my sister so she would be the first to know, at first she was a little sad but by the end she was excited the same way everyone else would be when I told them. I waited a few days then told some friends at work. A bit of a mistake on my part.
The move date kept bouncing between the 2nd of November and the 30th of October. After some planning with my job I settled on the 2nd and would spend my Halloween and every day off until the move in the big apple Job hunting.
I did not wat to tell my supervisor and boss my plan until I had two weeks left. Then day of the company get together I found out that Helen a woman I already knew could ot be trusted had called my boss and told her that I was planning to move to New York. My boss was cool and I knew I didn’t have to much to worry about as the time to tell them was coming close anyway.
I approached her and we talked about it, she the said she had a connection in Brooklyn and would email a recommendation. I knew for a fact I had a job now.
One night after a long and tiring week one that left me with two days and no sleep, the next day I had to go to NYC for a job interview at the Metropolitan Museum of art’s store, I was sure to get a job offer. My cell phone was off due to non payment and the directions I got off lie left me lost I Brooklyn. I was trying to get to queens so I could change and the take MTA to my interview. By the time I made it to jazz’s house it was past my interview time so I found her “hidden” key let myself I and took a nap.
Just when I thought I was not going to get to see her and leave, she came in and proved once more how poorly she listens. I had told her that I was coming up ad yet she was surprised to see me. I asked to borrow her comp to check my email and that’s when I got the bad news. A one lie email from my boss “Effective immediately your employment with us is terminated.”
I ordered Chinese and chatted with Jazz and then went to bed. It was nice I hidden slept 8 hours straight . . . since before I started working nights. I was sad to be fired again, yet happy to have some free time to just be lazy. The move dated was switched to the 25th and I already had a job lead. I called my mother and set it up so that I would stay with my mother for 10 days. I had worked it down to seven and that was to long by day three we were arguing about water bottles. (Whole other blog)
Wednesday night I made plans to grab a drink with Josh (Mr.) after my modeling class. To my surprise he was at Friday’s with friends, Kathryn and his Boyfriend of 2 months, his name was Joe and he was quiet.
Shortly after my arrival Josh’s roommate Mike showed up and I could not help to leave Josh and his quite friend to their quiet dinner. It is important that you know I did not know who Joe was before I arrived I knew Josh was dating someone but I didn’t know his name or what he looked like. When I got to the bar he introduced him as “this is my friend.”
A small scene later and I was being told that Joe was unhappy with my presence ad that he might back out of the trip they had planed to Florida the next day. This was the last time josh ad I could hang out. I was leaving Saturday and not coming back and was leaving tomorrow for five days.
A trip to the bathroom and one phone call later I was ready to go home ad call it a night. The crew was moving on to another bar and I was advised it would be a good idea if I did not go in order to preserve my ex and his boyfriend’s trip. Josh ad Kathryn felt I should go. So I did and it’s a good thing Joe explained how he felt ad realized I was not the one he should be angry with its was just another case of Josh being Mr. M. a point I wanted explain to Joe but I realized it was not my place. I understood a little better now. I saw that Joe was a good guy I liked him a lot he made it a lot easier to let Mr. M go.
That Thursday I was hug over and had to push moving my stuff into storage to Friday. A hut for auntie Maime left my a little sad but I soon got over it.
Friday came and only one day left in the grater Philadelphia area. I got my sister and Lou to help me pack the truck and much to my surprise my sister ad I alone packed my storage space which I got a hell of a deal on.
One would think that I would have had a going away party or a big night on the town with my friends but nothing. I awoke Saturday to pack my car and begin my new life.
I pulled into Queens on the rainy Saturday of October 25th 2008. Lets just say my life still involves sex and working but it is no Sex and the City.
25 September 2008
Found this interesting
Get Over Your Crush
Jaimie E
Knowing when it's time to back off your crush
I know it’ll never happen. In my logical, levelheaded cranium, I know that my feelings for her will never be reciprocated. But no matter how many times I’ve said it to myself, my illogical, unreasonable heart still holds onto the empty hope that it isn’t true—that one day, she’ll tell me that’s it my faith that was right, not my brain. And even though the likelihood of that sentiment ever being shared is equivalent to that of Britney Spears legitimately making a successful “comeback,” I’m still there, holding on, waiting to fall.
I guess that’s why they call it a crush.
Though my crush on one of my closest college friends didn’t develop until she made the rather surprising first move, it was in the moment of that kiss that I realized I’d had feelings for her for a couple of years. And when she left later that night, I thought it would work out. But, I should have known nothing’s that easy.
After a series of Shakespeare-length passive-aggressive emails were exchanged, she finally said that what happened between us was a mistake. I couldn’t understand how something that seemed to feel right could have been wrong in her mind and the complete opposite in mine, but nevertheless, this was how she felt. And there was nothing I could do to change that.
Ever since, I’ve held onto that night—thinking she was “scared,” didn’t want to ruin our friendship, or any of the other textbook excuses one gives when explaining to his/herself why someone you have feelings for isn’t feeling the same. I interpret the possible meanings of dinners, touches, trips to the movies, texts, etc. in instead of there actual meaning. But the truth of the matter is, she just doesn’t feel the same way.
And I guess I have to learn to accept it.
To me, the term crush is painfully accurate— when you’re into someone so much that they’re on your mind all the time, only to find out that you barely ping on their Daily-Thought-O-Meter, it feels like someone ripped out your heart, stomped on it a little, then made a smoothie out of it and threw it in the garbage. Basically, you feel like unadulterated crap.
But, unfortunately, for many, the crap factor is even greater when they realize how much time they spent with their head in the clouds, doodling on a notebook, checking myYearbook profile pages, and talking everyone else’s ears off over some guy or girl who doesn’t really care all that much about you. It’s sad, but true. No matter how much you’ve seen or heard the tales of unrequited love in movies, TV shows, depressing songs, and the lives of those around you, when it comes to your crush, the blinders take over. You ignore the fact that you’re always the one making the phone calls or sending the texts; that s/he always seem to be busy when you extend an invite to hang out; that you’re the one asking all the questions when you are together, while s/he continues to check his/her phone/watch and gives you monosyllabic answers; that cancellations of your plans are far too common; and that some other friends conveniently join you when you’re supposed to be spending quality time together. Although logically you know that all these situations are serious indications that you need to get out now, “crush” you has no idea of the agonizing truth that’s right in front of you and continues to try to win him/her over—only to lead to more heartache, pain, and humiliation.
“Don’t try to ‘make’ someone like you,” explains PBS Kids. “When a crush doesn't return our feelings, it's easy to think we can fix it. If that involves trying to be someone you're not, or acting the way you think your crush likes people to act, you're not being true to yourself…and probably just making things worse. In the end, the best thing to do is respect his or her feelings,” even if they’re not the same as yours. The desperation act is not a pretty one—save yourself the embarrassment. Obviously, it’s not always that cut and dry, but do you really want to be with someone you can’t be yourself around? A relationship based on lies isn’t going to go anywhere fast but downhill. You need to recognize the signs that Sex and the City made famous—“s/he’s just not that into you” and get over your crush.
1. First, remove your crush from that pedestal. You have an idealized version of this person in your head, formulated on wishful thinking and overly hopeful expectations. There’s no way s/he lives up to the ideal you’ve settled on so it’s time to face reality—s/he isn’t perfect. “You weren't actually in a relationship with this [person], so you didn't really get to experience the annoying things about him[/her]. Like how [s/]he checks out other [people] in front of you or how[s/]he thinks it's funny to let out a fart amidst a macking-session,” says Carina Kolodny for CosmoGIRL! “Because you don't have those experiences with him[/her], you start to think that those faults don't exist. ‘[S/]He could've been Mr[s]. Right.’ You idealize him[/her]. You make him[/her] perfect. Guess what? [S/]He WASN'T PERFECT. And if it didn't work out, [s/]he obviously wasn't Mr[s]. Right. [S/]He was just your ‘Mr[s]. Right Now.’” Sure, this person looked good on paper—maybe s/he was your physical ideal or seemed to laugh at all the same parts during your favorite Family Guy episode. But the truth of the matter is, if the sparks weren’t there on one end, it’s not actually meant to be. It’s not about the perfect person—it’s about the perfect person for you. Sometimes, in trying to move on, it helps to try to notice some of the things that you really don’t like about this person and try to think about those things more than the ones that lead you to place your crush so high.
2. Next, lose hope. Yes, it sounds sad, but hanging onto to anything that you can grasp as an indication that maybe you two will happen in the future is preventing you from moving on. “It’s hard. We’re taught that in life, we should try to look on the bright side, to be optimistic,” explains He’s Just Not That Into You co-author, Liz Tuccillo. “Not in this case. In this case, look on the dark side. Assume rejection first.” At the risk of being harsh, you need to let go of that ridiculous idea that “the universe” is keeping the two of you apart because as long as you feel that outside influences are preventing the relationship from happening, you’re just going to be waiting on “the universe.” In reality, however, the only force keeping the both of you apart was your crush. So by letting go of that idea and not waiting on “the universe,” you’re freeing yourself from that infatuation and the pain it caused.
3. Finally, focus your attention elsewhere. Do not spend time alone, dwelling on your situation. Spend time with friends or family and people who can help get your mind off of it. Sitting around will only lead to thoughts of negativity persisting and that’s not going to help you at all. You could be missing out on meeting someone else who actually could be better for you and reciprocate your feelings. “It's likely that there are many other people out there who are worth getting to know, and perhaps even more deserving of your feelings,” says PBS Kids. Instead of wasting more time on someone who isn’t into, give your time and attention to someone who is.
I know it’s all easier said than done, but the more you follow your head than your heart in these situations, the less likely you are to get hurt. I’ve tried not to be so analytical about every little thing my crush does or says—besides the fact that I realize it’s creepy, it also drives me borderline crazy. I’m learning to just let it go and instead of being hurt by the idea that she doesn’t feel the same, trying to be liberated by the idea that she’s just not that into me—and someone else might be.
Jaimie E
Knowing when it's time to back off your crush
I know it’ll never happen. In my logical, levelheaded cranium, I know that my feelings for her will never be reciprocated. But no matter how many times I’ve said it to myself, my illogical, unreasonable heart still holds onto the empty hope that it isn’t true—that one day, she’ll tell me that’s it my faith that was right, not my brain. And even though the likelihood of that sentiment ever being shared is equivalent to that of Britney Spears legitimately making a successful “comeback,” I’m still there, holding on, waiting to fall.
I guess that’s why they call it a crush.
Though my crush on one of my closest college friends didn’t develop until she made the rather surprising first move, it was in the moment of that kiss that I realized I’d had feelings for her for a couple of years. And when she left later that night, I thought it would work out. But, I should have known nothing’s that easy.
After a series of Shakespeare-length passive-aggressive emails were exchanged, she finally said that what happened between us was a mistake. I couldn’t understand how something that seemed to feel right could have been wrong in her mind and the complete opposite in mine, but nevertheless, this was how she felt. And there was nothing I could do to change that.
Ever since, I’ve held onto that night—thinking she was “scared,” didn’t want to ruin our friendship, or any of the other textbook excuses one gives when explaining to his/herself why someone you have feelings for isn’t feeling the same. I interpret the possible meanings of dinners, touches, trips to the movies, texts, etc. in instead of there actual meaning. But the truth of the matter is, she just doesn’t feel the same way.
And I guess I have to learn to accept it.
To me, the term crush is painfully accurate— when you’re into someone so much that they’re on your mind all the time, only to find out that you barely ping on their Daily-Thought-O-Meter, it feels like someone ripped out your heart, stomped on it a little, then made a smoothie out of it and threw it in the garbage. Basically, you feel like unadulterated crap.
But, unfortunately, for many, the crap factor is even greater when they realize how much time they spent with their head in the clouds, doodling on a notebook, checking myYearbook profile pages, and talking everyone else’s ears off over some guy or girl who doesn’t really care all that much about you. It’s sad, but true. No matter how much you’ve seen or heard the tales of unrequited love in movies, TV shows, depressing songs, and the lives of those around you, when it comes to your crush, the blinders take over. You ignore the fact that you’re always the one making the phone calls or sending the texts; that s/he always seem to be busy when you extend an invite to hang out; that you’re the one asking all the questions when you are together, while s/he continues to check his/her phone/watch and gives you monosyllabic answers; that cancellations of your plans are far too common; and that some other friends conveniently join you when you’re supposed to be spending quality time together. Although logically you know that all these situations are serious indications that you need to get out now, “crush” you has no idea of the agonizing truth that’s right in front of you and continues to try to win him/her over—only to lead to more heartache, pain, and humiliation.
“Don’t try to ‘make’ someone like you,” explains PBS Kids. “When a crush doesn't return our feelings, it's easy to think we can fix it. If that involves trying to be someone you're not, or acting the way you think your crush likes people to act, you're not being true to yourself…and probably just making things worse. In the end, the best thing to do is respect his or her feelings,” even if they’re not the same as yours. The desperation act is not a pretty one—save yourself the embarrassment. Obviously, it’s not always that cut and dry, but do you really want to be with someone you can’t be yourself around? A relationship based on lies isn’t going to go anywhere fast but downhill. You need to recognize the signs that Sex and the City made famous—“s/he’s just not that into you” and get over your crush.
1. First, remove your crush from that pedestal. You have an idealized version of this person in your head, formulated on wishful thinking and overly hopeful expectations. There’s no way s/he lives up to the ideal you’ve settled on so it’s time to face reality—s/he isn’t perfect. “You weren't actually in a relationship with this [person], so you didn't really get to experience the annoying things about him[/her]. Like how [s/]he checks out other [people] in front of you or how[s/]he thinks it's funny to let out a fart amidst a macking-session,” says Carina Kolodny for CosmoGIRL! “Because you don't have those experiences with him[/her], you start to think that those faults don't exist. ‘[S/]He could've been Mr[s]. Right.’ You idealize him[/her]. You make him[/her] perfect. Guess what? [S/]He WASN'T PERFECT. And if it didn't work out, [s/]he obviously wasn't Mr[s]. Right. [S/]He was just your ‘Mr[s]. Right Now.’” Sure, this person looked good on paper—maybe s/he was your physical ideal or seemed to laugh at all the same parts during your favorite Family Guy episode. But the truth of the matter is, if the sparks weren’t there on one end, it’s not actually meant to be. It’s not about the perfect person—it’s about the perfect person for you. Sometimes, in trying to move on, it helps to try to notice some of the things that you really don’t like about this person and try to think about those things more than the ones that lead you to place your crush so high.
2. Next, lose hope. Yes, it sounds sad, but hanging onto to anything that you can grasp as an indication that maybe you two will happen in the future is preventing you from moving on. “It’s hard. We’re taught that in life, we should try to look on the bright side, to be optimistic,” explains He’s Just Not That Into You co-author, Liz Tuccillo. “Not in this case. In this case, look on the dark side. Assume rejection first.” At the risk of being harsh, you need to let go of that ridiculous idea that “the universe” is keeping the two of you apart because as long as you feel that outside influences are preventing the relationship from happening, you’re just going to be waiting on “the universe.” In reality, however, the only force keeping the both of you apart was your crush. So by letting go of that idea and not waiting on “the universe,” you’re freeing yourself from that infatuation and the pain it caused.
3. Finally, focus your attention elsewhere. Do not spend time alone, dwelling on your situation. Spend time with friends or family and people who can help get your mind off of it. Sitting around will only lead to thoughts of negativity persisting and that’s not going to help you at all. You could be missing out on meeting someone else who actually could be better for you and reciprocate your feelings. “It's likely that there are many other people out there who are worth getting to know, and perhaps even more deserving of your feelings,” says PBS Kids. Instead of wasting more time on someone who isn’t into, give your time and attention to someone who is.
I know it’s all easier said than done, but the more you follow your head than your heart in these situations, the less likely you are to get hurt. I’ve tried not to be so analytical about every little thing my crush does or says—besides the fact that I realize it’s creepy, it also drives me borderline crazy. I’m learning to just let it go and instead of being hurt by the idea that she doesn’t feel the same, trying to be liberated by the idea that she’s just not that into me—and someone else might be.
31 August 2008
Roughly Defined
Racism
a belief or doctrine that inherent differences among the various human races determine cultural or individual achievement, usually involving the idea that one's own race is superior and has the right to rule others.
a policy, system of government, etc., based upon or fostering such a doctrine; discrimination.
hatred or intolerance of another race or other races.
The belief that race accounts for differences in human character or ability and that a particular race is superior to others.
Discrimination or prejudice based on race.
Racist
based on racial intolerance; "racist remarks"
discriminatory especially on the basis of race or religion
Opinion
a belief or judgment that rests on grounds insufficient to produce complete certainty.
a personal view, attitude, or appraisal.
the formal expression of a professional judgment: to ask for a second medical opinion.
Law. the formal statement by a judge or court of the reasoning and the principles of law used in reaching a decision of a case.
a judgment or estimate of a person or thing with respect to character, merit, etc.: to forfeit someone's good opinion.
a favorable estimate; esteem: I haven't much of an opinion of him.
Fact
a piece of information about circumstances that exist or events that have occurred; "first you must collect all the facts of the case"
a statement or assertion of verified information about something that is the case or has happened; "he supported his argument with an impressive array of facts"
an event known to have happened or something known to have existed; "your fears have no basis in fact"; "how much of the story is fact and how much fiction is hard to tell"
a concept whose truth can be proved; "scientific hypotheses are not facts"
a belief or doctrine that inherent differences among the various human races determine cultural or individual achievement, usually involving the idea that one's own race is superior and has the right to rule others.
a policy, system of government, etc., based upon or fostering such a doctrine; discrimination.
hatred or intolerance of another race or other races.
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23 August 2008
Woody's and Closure
It was a night unlike any other. Much like the night I went to my first gay bar. The air smelled of new air, what ever that means. The city just felt different.
I made a few phone calls and sent a few text messages and ended creating a potentially entertaining night on the town. Alex, Mr. M, Louise and myself. The plan was that we all would make guest appearances in each others evening. Louise and I was to meet Alex and his friends at Bump. Then part ways when Alex and his friends went to shampoo. Lou and I planned to play it by ear but meet Mr. M somewhere for a drink.
Alex never showed. While at Bump we met this guy who over herd me talking about sex. He was a bottom as well and talked about his family and told cool stories about how his bing gay created memorable incidences. He told us about his job and his soon new to be job and why he was in the city that night. I then realized that he was just a guy looking for some people to talk to while he waited to meet his friends someplace else.
After our new friend left Lou and I walked around trying to find Lascala's the restaurant Mr. M always hangs at. He wasn't responding to my text messages. After walking in circles we decided to fore go Mr. M. And went to gay pizza on the we met one of Lou's friends and his entourage.
Then gay pizza we chatted with the employees for a brief while then went to Woody's.
I felt good the door man flirted with me which never happens. Then we went inside chilled at the bar and Lou could not wait to get up stairs to the dance floor. He paid for the both of us and much to our surprise, the crowd was not young. I could not hid the horror on my face. We walked to the far bar and just watched. Then we realized that it was square dancing. I asked the sexy body that was mixing drinks about the nights venue and he told me at 11 it goes normal. But little time went by before I started enjoying myself.
Then I saw him a cute guy in his late 20's maybe early 30's. He then lifted up his shirt for some reason and we saw his rock hard six pack. I felt mosey. Lou told me to go ask for a dance but I was nervous. Lou then played wing man and told him I was interested . Lou came back and said I was going to dance with him next song. He never did come over though. He did walk past us as he left the room and made a playful punching motion to Lou.
The lights changed and then so did the music. The dance floor went nuts and got younger by the second. Then we noticed the sexy strippers. One was the guy I told Lou I liked he waved but I suck at keeping it cool. I just danced and kept in site.
Mr. M then sent a text saying he was back in KOP. I danced on and I danced from 11 to 2 with only one 10 min break. I never did get a chance to talk to the hot guy I wanted but I figured I would see him again or just wasn't meant to be.
On the way home Mr. M started texting me. Right when I was dropping Lou of I got one that said” why you always gotta be a bitch” shocking as we were having a friendly conversation. I let M get away with a lot and figured it was time I called him on something.
I called him and asked what he to explain how I was being a bitch. The text before in response to his “I'm awake now” was “Never mind I'll talk too you tomorrow” it started a fight and he brought up things from months ago that bothered him and I told him to stop waiting so long to tell me what bothers him. I also explain what I wanted. I even forced him to give me closure on our past relationship.
I told him that were either to be good friend or go separate ways. Now I have closure but I know Josh never wants to get back together. I am disappointed but I have my closure.
In a year it probably wont matter he will have moved to Las Vegas and I will have found the man of my dreams but as for now it feels like Josh and I just broke up all over.
I made a few phone calls and sent a few text messages and ended creating a potentially entertaining night on the town. Alex, Mr. M, Louise and myself. The plan was that we all would make guest appearances in each others evening. Louise and I was to meet Alex and his friends at Bump. Then part ways when Alex and his friends went to shampoo. Lou and I planned to play it by ear but meet Mr. M somewhere for a drink.
Alex never showed. While at Bump we met this guy who over herd me talking about sex. He was a bottom as well and talked about his family and told cool stories about how his bing gay created memorable incidences. He told us about his job and his soon new to be job and why he was in the city that night. I then realized that he was just a guy looking for some people to talk to while he waited to meet his friends someplace else.
After our new friend left Lou and I walked around trying to find Lascala's the restaurant Mr. M always hangs at. He wasn't responding to my text messages. After walking in circles we decided to fore go Mr. M. And went to gay pizza on the we met one of Lou's friends and his entourage.
Then gay pizza we chatted with the employees for a brief while then went to Woody's.
I felt good the door man flirted with me which never happens. Then we went inside chilled at the bar and Lou could not wait to get up stairs to the dance floor. He paid for the both of us and much to our surprise, the crowd was not young. I could not hid the horror on my face. We walked to the far bar and just watched. Then we realized that it was square dancing. I asked the sexy body that was mixing drinks about the nights venue and he told me at 11 it goes normal. But little time went by before I started enjoying myself.
Then I saw him a cute guy in his late 20's maybe early 30's. He then lifted up his shirt for some reason and we saw his rock hard six pack. I felt mosey. Lou told me to go ask for a dance but I was nervous. Lou then played wing man and told him I was interested . Lou came back and said I was going to dance with him next song. He never did come over though. He did walk past us as he left the room and made a playful punching motion to Lou.
The lights changed and then so did the music. The dance floor went nuts and got younger by the second. Then we noticed the sexy strippers. One was the guy I told Lou I liked he waved but I suck at keeping it cool. I just danced and kept in site.
Mr. M then sent a text saying he was back in KOP. I danced on and I danced from 11 to 2 with only one 10 min break. I never did get a chance to talk to the hot guy I wanted but I figured I would see him again or just wasn't meant to be.
On the way home Mr. M started texting me. Right when I was dropping Lou of I got one that said” why you always gotta be a bitch” shocking as we were having a friendly conversation. I let M get away with a lot and figured it was time I called him on something.
I called him and asked what he to explain how I was being a bitch. The text before in response to his “I'm awake now” was “Never mind I'll talk too you tomorrow” it started a fight and he brought up things from months ago that bothered him and I told him to stop waiting so long to tell me what bothers him. I also explain what I wanted. I even forced him to give me closure on our past relationship.
I told him that were either to be good friend or go separate ways. Now I have closure but I know Josh never wants to get back together. I am disappointed but I have my closure.
In a year it probably wont matter he will have moved to Las Vegas and I will have found the man of my dreams but as for now it feels like Josh and I just broke up all over.
22 August 2008
The Sex Game
So many men tell you they want a guy or girl who wont play games, but the moment that emotions start going and your honest they start toying with you. Calling when they want making it seam like your just as booty call and then they just fade out with no closure and you both know you were dating exclusively.
Why is it when we stop the games that we get hurt and treated like shit? The truth of the matter is games were not invented to get others to do what we want but to protect ourselves and now the are so ingrained that men have no respect for someone who doesn't play games.
Playing hard to get is a game no man can resist. The ugliest person can get a man by playing this game. But take a guy like me that can get almost anyone, I hate playing games and so fail to realize that by not doing so I come off as a slut, and easy.
So what can the people like me who believe in karma, and honesty do. We don't want to remain single and want someone who holds the same values that we do. Are we doomed to the “if you you cant beat them” mantra of the 20th and 21st centuries?
For once in my life I cant help but say we need games. Men don't know how to operate without them.
Take K or Mr. R for example, two guys both romantic and both well liked by me. I made the mistake of just going with the flow and both times resulted in being with out a boyfriend.
Mr. R was obsessed with after the facts. “I'm not 29” or “I'm not looking for anything serious” how ever on the first date made it seam like he was telling my his entire life sorry. So I slept with him. After awhile I saw we were nothing more than fuck buddies and I swore off 30 year olds.
There was also jerry. Who I told flat out what I wanted. He made it seam like he was going to deliver but never did even after I reminded him. The sex was great so he says but there was no intimacy in site. SO I called it off and in my true form was completely honest about what I thought of him.
Finally there is K. I told my self that I was going to have a relationship free summer. One filled with lots of sex, dancing and drinking. But before I knew it I was dating Lou and trying to figure out how to get out. Then I met K and realized I wanted him and if I was going to be in a relationship it had to be him. So I brook it off with Lou and began predating K. he talked a good game but it ended with heartache.
He had no time for me after his smooth talk took off my clothes. There was no sex but we did both cum. I even went to his play and it looked like fate was bringing us together but he decided to tell me after moving back to NYC that he did not like me as much as I liked him. So I fucked someone else that night.
I have decided to start playing the games. No sex on the first date, and playing hard to get, and to top it all off making it seam like I am busy and have very little time for a relationship and sex. I got this advice from all my exes, little do they know. I think once I master them all I will not be single much longer.
In the mean time . . . “Let the games begin!”
Why is it when we stop the games that we get hurt and treated like shit? The truth of the matter is games were not invented to get others to do what we want but to protect ourselves and now the are so ingrained that men have no respect for someone who doesn't play games.
Playing hard to get is a game no man can resist. The ugliest person can get a man by playing this game. But take a guy like me that can get almost anyone, I hate playing games and so fail to realize that by not doing so I come off as a slut, and easy.
So what can the people like me who believe in karma, and honesty do. We don't want to remain single and want someone who holds the same values that we do. Are we doomed to the “if you you cant beat them” mantra of the 20th and 21st centuries?
For once in my life I cant help but say we need games. Men don't know how to operate without them.
Take K or Mr. R for example, two guys both romantic and both well liked by me. I made the mistake of just going with the flow and both times resulted in being with out a boyfriend.
Mr. R was obsessed with after the facts. “I'm not 29” or “I'm not looking for anything serious” how ever on the first date made it seam like he was telling my his entire life sorry. So I slept with him. After awhile I saw we were nothing more than fuck buddies and I swore off 30 year olds.
There was also jerry. Who I told flat out what I wanted. He made it seam like he was going to deliver but never did even after I reminded him. The sex was great so he says but there was no intimacy in site. SO I called it off and in my true form was completely honest about what I thought of him.
Finally there is K. I told my self that I was going to have a relationship free summer. One filled with lots of sex, dancing and drinking. But before I knew it I was dating Lou and trying to figure out how to get out. Then I met K and realized I wanted him and if I was going to be in a relationship it had to be him. So I brook it off with Lou and began predating K. he talked a good game but it ended with heartache.
He had no time for me after his smooth talk took off my clothes. There was no sex but we did both cum. I even went to his play and it looked like fate was bringing us together but he decided to tell me after moving back to NYC that he did not like me as much as I liked him. So I fucked someone else that night.
I have decided to start playing the games. No sex on the first date, and playing hard to get, and to top it all off making it seam like I am busy and have very little time for a relationship and sex. I got this advice from all my exes, little do they know. I think once I master them all I will not be single much longer.
In the mean time . . . “Let the games begin!”
18 August 2008
Last time at Woody's
After deciding to go to Woody's I went home to shower and dress. It took me longer than I would have liked to find an outfit but I eventual did. It was OK but not a “hey guys I'm back” type. I even wore a gray wife beater instead of my typical black or white. I did where my life guard shirt. I felt I looked like I didn't care which typical means some one would try to pick me up.
I got in my car and called my job to call out I did just an OK performance of sounding like I had a sour throat. It was good enough though and now I was in the clear. I proceeded to Jason's to pick him up and like always he was not ready.
Before I knew it I was literal fighting with his kitten. This ill creature was jumping on me, bitting, scratching me and attacking my by surprise. He was fun at first but the ill thing started to piss me off and I started to hit for real which only made him fight harder.
I and Jason then went to Louise's house to make an appearance at the baby shower than whisk him away with us to the club. A few laughs and after making a new friend or two we were ready.
Little did I know it was Jason and Clinton's 2mo anniversary. So we dropped Jason off to spend a ill time while we retrieved Tia. That was an adventure as I managed to slightly damage my car's right fender.
After I managed to all in the car it was your normal ride down chestnut street to our normal parking spot. Although it had been almost two month's since I've driven this rout it felt like I had just done it yesterday.
We parked I changed my shoes and we walked to the club only for me to realize my ID was not in my pocket like I thought. I went back to the car, looked inside outside and all around it. Jason and all ended up coming back to help me find it. It turned out to be in the driver seat.
My lavender bad didn't feel any more special than all the other colors I had collected over my trips to Woody's. I walked in looking and felling like I didn't care half waiting on K and my other half still open to the idea that their still may be something better.
Once on the dance floor, nothing I was board. If I had money for a drink it would have been slightly better but sober I remained, sober was all I could afford. I found gorge to say happy birthday and returned to my friends. I spent most of the night dancing with Louise.
Much to my surprise Jerry was not only at the club tonight he was dancing. With some 19year old that was friends with Jason. I was angry and jealous. Jerry had never danced with me, and what did this 19 year old kid know about my 37 year old fling and old crush. No matter how hard I tried to get jerry alone that ill 19 year old was right there. OK he was really more like 21 22 my age or even older because he was able to follow us to the bar but still. Why could I never get jerry to dance with me or even cling to me the was he was clinging to this guy who clearly was not looking for a relationship?
Then it hit me once again like it always dose. Men want what they cant have, and jerry could have me so he didn't want me. I no longer wanted jerry at 37 and still playing games and fooling around with younger guys is not a man who can potentially comment.
I danced the rest of the night away only to stop and have servers older men stare at me. I feared being hit on so I looked angry and stuck up.
The ride how was far more fun than than the club. We joked and laughed and turned getting gas into quite a comedy routine. We paid mostly with change found in my back seat.
When dropping Tia off I announced that I quit smoking when she offered me a Newport 100. Jason said “again” and I assured him I already had quit it was a done deal unlike the times before when I said I was going to .
I got in my car and called my job to call out I did just an OK performance of sounding like I had a sour throat. It was good enough though and now I was in the clear. I proceeded to Jason's to pick him up and like always he was not ready.
Before I knew it I was literal fighting with his kitten. This ill creature was jumping on me, bitting, scratching me and attacking my by surprise. He was fun at first but the ill thing started to piss me off and I started to hit for real which only made him fight harder.
I and Jason then went to Louise's house to make an appearance at the baby shower than whisk him away with us to the club. A few laughs and after making a new friend or two we were ready.
Little did I know it was Jason and Clinton's 2mo anniversary. So we dropped Jason off to spend a ill time while we retrieved Tia. That was an adventure as I managed to slightly damage my car's right fender.
After I managed to all in the car it was your normal ride down chestnut street to our normal parking spot. Although it had been almost two month's since I've driven this rout it felt like I had just done it yesterday.
We parked I changed my shoes and we walked to the club only for me to realize my ID was not in my pocket like I thought. I went back to the car, looked inside outside and all around it. Jason and all ended up coming back to help me find it. It turned out to be in the driver seat.
My lavender bad didn't feel any more special than all the other colors I had collected over my trips to Woody's. I walked in looking and felling like I didn't care half waiting on K and my other half still open to the idea that their still may be something better.
Once on the dance floor, nothing I was board. If I had money for a drink it would have been slightly better but sober I remained, sober was all I could afford. I found gorge to say happy birthday and returned to my friends. I spent most of the night dancing with Louise.
Much to my surprise Jerry was not only at the club tonight he was dancing. With some 19year old that was friends with Jason. I was angry and jealous. Jerry had never danced with me, and what did this 19 year old kid know about my 37 year old fling and old crush. No matter how hard I tried to get jerry alone that ill 19 year old was right there. OK he was really more like 21 22 my age or even older because he was able to follow us to the bar but still. Why could I never get jerry to dance with me or even cling to me the was he was clinging to this guy who clearly was not looking for a relationship?
Then it hit me once again like it always dose. Men want what they cant have, and jerry could have me so he didn't want me. I no longer wanted jerry at 37 and still playing games and fooling around with younger guys is not a man who can potentially comment.
I danced the rest of the night away only to stop and have servers older men stare at me. I feared being hit on so I looked angry and stuck up.
The ride how was far more fun than than the club. We joked and laughed and turned getting gas into quite a comedy routine. We paid mostly with change found in my back seat.
When dropping Tia off I announced that I quit smoking when she offered me a Newport 100. Jason said “again” and I assured him I already had quit it was a done deal unlike the times before when I said I was going to .
13 August 2008
It was a Wednesday . . .
So its Wednesday and I hadn't been to the club in what felt like an eternity. With my new job I either have a Thursday and Friday night off or I have a Saturday and Sunday night off. Jaz got back from Alaska and kept asking to go to Woody's. Despite my several reminders that I had to work that night she kept asking. I finally told her I would call out if K would go.
The big Wednesday was now here and it was truly big. I got off work at 7 and made it home by 7:15. I pull into the driveway and in the park I can hear loud construction and I was blasting Beyonce's 'Irreplaceable” in my car another thing that felt like it was centuries ago. After my song I turned off the car and went inside. I knew my roommate was home because I saw her car and her friend that is staying with us car was parked outside as well.
As if by perfect timing and well rehearsed as I opened the door Emily sits up and Kim begins walking down the stares. After living along for two or three months I could not help but utter “ there are pretty women everywhere.” mind you they truly are pretty I know a million that wish they looked half as good as they do when they roll out the bed.
I changed into my jeans that I where when cutting the lawn because the back needed to be cut. I then tried to use the toilet and noticed it didn't quite work. Despite being gay it was one of those moment that I felt proud to be a man. I discussed the issue with Kim and then went to work plunging. Part one of the problem was fixed. The tank would not and still will not fill properly. I fiddled a ill but having no clue as to what I was doing I let it be.
I then came down stares to check email work on the blog and see whats new on myspace. Kim came down stares and we chatted and the opining came for her to tell me about the recent break up. Lets just say I was right and I'm pissed that I was and even more so with her now new ex.
Mom called and I chatted and made some food then I got sleepy and bide her farewell. I ate then I could not help it I skipped the grass and went to sleep.
I awoken at five to find my cell completely dead and powered off. I got up to go to the bathe room and Kim was home from work. Surprised I asked the time and she said some time that I rounded to five. I called my agent and we finalized my stylist meetings.
I then started watching a movie on line and Jayson sent an IM asking where I was and asking for a ride. So I set my away message to Playing hero, again. And went to pick him up
. I then called Lou to borrow season 2 and 3
of sex and the city, he also finally gave me the time and date of his room mate's baby shower he was throwing. Right then a their. I told him I was not coming in I looked like shit and did.
after an attempt by several guest to get me to come in I compromised. I said I would go home and freshen up then come back and spend an hour or two before I went to work. All agreed it was a plan.
Lou then asked about Woody's a call to Jason and I had decided to call out sick to shake my ass to the Thumpa Thumpa of Woody's . . .
The big Wednesday was now here and it was truly big. I got off work at 7 and made it home by 7:15. I pull into the driveway and in the park I can hear loud construction and I was blasting Beyonce's 'Irreplaceable” in my car another thing that felt like it was centuries ago. After my song I turned off the car and went inside. I knew my roommate was home because I saw her car and her friend that is staying with us car was parked outside as well.
As if by perfect timing and well rehearsed as I opened the door Emily sits up and Kim begins walking down the stares. After living along for two or three months I could not help but utter “ there are pretty women everywhere.” mind you they truly are pretty I know a million that wish they looked half as good as they do when they roll out the bed.
I changed into my jeans that I where when cutting the lawn because the back needed to be cut. I then tried to use the toilet and noticed it didn't quite work. Despite being gay it was one of those moment that I felt proud to be a man. I discussed the issue with Kim and then went to work plunging. Part one of the problem was fixed. The tank would not and still will not fill properly. I fiddled a ill but having no clue as to what I was doing I let it be.
I then came down stares to check email work on the blog and see whats new on myspace. Kim came down stares and we chatted and the opining came for her to tell me about the recent break up. Lets just say I was right and I'm pissed that I was and even more so with her now new ex.
Mom called and I chatted and made some food then I got sleepy and bide her farewell. I ate then I could not help it I skipped the grass and went to sleep.
I awoken at five to find my cell completely dead and powered off. I got up to go to the bathe room and Kim was home from work. Surprised I asked the time and she said some time that I rounded to five. I called my agent and we finalized my stylist meetings.
I then started watching a movie on line and Jayson sent an IM asking where I was and asking for a ride. So I set my away message to Playing hero, again. And went to pick him up
. I then called Lou to borrow season 2 and 3
of sex and the city, he also finally gave me the time and date of his room mate's baby shower he was throwing. Right then a their. I told him I was not coming in I looked like shit and did.
after an attempt by several guest to get me to come in I compromised. I said I would go home and freshen up then come back and spend an hour or two before I went to work. All agreed it was a plan.
Lou then asked about Woody's a call to Jason and I had decided to call out sick to shake my ass to the Thumpa Thumpa of Woody's . . .
12 August 2008
Bye Bye Birdie
So last night I went to see K's play. I really didn't think I was going to like Bye Bye Birdie but I loved it. It was funny and all that great stuff and then it was really well done.
I walked out the theater thinking I wasn't going to get to see K but I got stuck be hind a guy with a woman in a wheel chair and then the crowd wouldn't let them through so I waited patiently and as I was near the door I saw our friend mike. He played one of the lead roils and did really well so I had t o tell him. I looked round ans saw most of the cast was out so I asked if k was coming out he said in a min and in a min he did.
During the play I hadn't known but K was in one of the scenes. I was sitting in the back and having to wear glasses I could not make out faces all to well. As soon as the lights came on I knew it was him. K also had a part in the play. He sang and did a good job acting. I could not help but blush. I tried to hid it but couldn't. It was this moment that proved to me I am really attracted to this guy nothing else is to blame.
So I was now standing next to k it looked as if he didn't want me to go so I stayed and it was a good thing I did I get to say hi to his mom and dad. They are two really cool people. So after a little chit chant in between people coming up to tell him how great the play was and how awesome he is, I told him I was off to tom Jones to meet Jason and the gang.
I got to Tom Jones and it was fun hanging out and I was on air from seeing k and could not think about eating but had to order like 4 dollars so I got coffee and ice cream.
About 20 min and three of our friends took off and 10 min after that I turned around to see K. I was thrilled once again I felt him happy to see me as well but he was tired with a headache. I told him to eat and mike came over to say hi also. Jay introduced him to our friend Andrew who was acting a little weird.
The time came when k had to go back to his table and and I told him we would say bye b4 we left. I don't know what it is about him but I tend to light upon when he is around.
The time came when we need a change in scenery when I went to say bye I saw Monica was there as well I said hi gave a hug and sat down to exchange numbers and chat a little. K allowed me to kiss him on the lips and all felt right.
I normally feel awkward and refrain from an all out Blaine kiss in public but it felt so right and with me being proud of him I kinda felt like I was marking territory. .
I was happy I got to spend some time with the one person I have ever had the biggest crush on.
And from the looks of things it just may be fate
I walked out the theater thinking I wasn't going to get to see K but I got stuck be hind a guy with a woman in a wheel chair and then the crowd wouldn't let them through so I waited patiently and as I was near the door I saw our friend mike. He played one of the lead roils and did really well so I had t o tell him. I looked round ans saw most of the cast was out so I asked if k was coming out he said in a min and in a min he did.
During the play I hadn't known but K was in one of the scenes. I was sitting in the back and having to wear glasses I could not make out faces all to well. As soon as the lights came on I knew it was him. K also had a part in the play. He sang and did a good job acting. I could not help but blush. I tried to hid it but couldn't. It was this moment that proved to me I am really attracted to this guy nothing else is to blame.
So I was now standing next to k it looked as if he didn't want me to go so I stayed and it was a good thing I did I get to say hi to his mom and dad. They are two really cool people. So after a little chit chant in between people coming up to tell him how great the play was and how awesome he is, I told him I was off to tom Jones to meet Jason and the gang.
I got to Tom Jones and it was fun hanging out and I was on air from seeing k and could not think about eating but had to order like 4 dollars so I got coffee and ice cream.
About 20 min and three of our friends took off and 10 min after that I turned around to see K. I was thrilled once again I felt him happy to see me as well but he was tired with a headache. I told him to eat and mike came over to say hi also. Jay introduced him to our friend Andrew who was acting a little weird.
The time came when k had to go back to his table and and I told him we would say bye b4 we left. I don't know what it is about him but I tend to light upon when he is around.
The time came when we need a change in scenery when I went to say bye I saw Monica was there as well I said hi gave a hug and sat down to exchange numbers and chat a little. K allowed me to kiss him on the lips and all felt right.
I normally feel awkward and refrain from an all out Blaine kiss in public but it felt so right and with me being proud of him I kinda felt like I was marking territory. .
I was happy I got to spend some time with the one person I have ever had the biggest crush on.
And from the looks of things it just may be fate
30 July 2008
I am going to do it!!
Summer is half gone. I had planned on being single with no serious relationships and not wanting to be serious but it was everything but. I had on boyfriend, broke up with him to date someone else who is taking it slow and I found out that Mr. M and I could have had a chance but I missed it.
It was a summer that was interesting and will make for steamy fall writing and winter reading. So check back often for chapters from my first novel, “Learning Love.”
It was a summer that was interesting and will make for steamy fall writing and winter reading. So check back often for chapters from my first novel, “Learning Love.”
24 July 2008
MR. M. is my, or Was, My MR. Big
It you ever want to incur my wrath let me find out you lied to me and that your lie caused heartache and or pain along with wasted time.
My Mr. M has proven that he is not worthy of my friendship. I could be over reacting but from the looks of things there is a new guy in his life. This Mr. Hickey. I found out the worse way possible. Stopping by the mall to take care of some business I decided to also stop by and say hi. He even made a point to text me and ask if I had walked past his store with out saying hi in a hurry.
I came back as I had planned when I finished taking care of my business to say hi. It was nice to see that the red hair was gone and that he was in a good mode. That should have been clue one as to what I was to find out. He appeared to be avoiding me for some reason to the point I almost left without saying hi.
Then I introduced him to my sister and we started talking. I had to ask what happened to his neck, he was wearing a fairly large band aid. I knew immediately what it was but still needed to hear it from him. I laughed as he shyly said a hickey. I pretend to be happy for him and asked if that was as far as it went. I didn't know I had a preferred answer but when he said they did go farther my heart sank. I wanted to ask more like I do with all my friends but felt it was an inappropriate place.
I went for some retail therapy and felt much better. It gave me a fuck the world kind of attitude.
Then last night he really proved every thought I had about the two of us. I texted him in hopes to get a convo going so I could stay up at work. When I asked what he was doing he then told me he was with his friend. What friend I inquired and he said his real name but i'll stick with Mr. Hickey.
How could this be from the man ,if you can call him that, who admittedly demands perfection, who said he needs time to find himself to figure out what he wants. Who said the only reason we broke up was because he was not over hie ex.
How should I feel the man who told him how I felt and that I hoped to get back together. For a year now he has told me this and that about me he likes this and hates that. Wish I was this glad I am that, many times contradicting himself. Instead of just saying your not my type he gives me some coke and bull story about how he needed to get over his ex and that we should stay friends, what dose that sound like to you? It was false hope and he knew it from the beginning. That pill poppin coward alcoholic fagot and now lier.
And now that I took a year to get over my broken heart which would have been sooner had he been honest from the beginning I want my revenge. No one plays with my emotions and gets off Scot free.
The only thing that may save him is the guy that I am falling for now he is my main priority. We are taking things moderately yet quick enough for each other. The more we learn about each other makes us stronger and more attracted. Everything I had been looking for flawed honest and wanting to love and be loved. Much like me he is protecting his heart but entertaining the thought that this could be it.
So in the mean time I will continue to act civil. But Mr.M needs to beware he has secured a meeting with Titus Sheldon.
My Mr. M has proven that he is not worthy of my friendship. I could be over reacting but from the looks of things there is a new guy in his life. This Mr. Hickey. I found out the worse way possible. Stopping by the mall to take care of some business I decided to also stop by and say hi. He even made a point to text me and ask if I had walked past his store with out saying hi in a hurry.
I came back as I had planned when I finished taking care of my business to say hi. It was nice to see that the red hair was gone and that he was in a good mode. That should have been clue one as to what I was to find out. He appeared to be avoiding me for some reason to the point I almost left without saying hi.
Then I introduced him to my sister and we started talking. I had to ask what happened to his neck, he was wearing a fairly large band aid. I knew immediately what it was but still needed to hear it from him. I laughed as he shyly said a hickey. I pretend to be happy for him and asked if that was as far as it went. I didn't know I had a preferred answer but when he said they did go farther my heart sank. I wanted to ask more like I do with all my friends but felt it was an inappropriate place.
I went for some retail therapy and felt much better. It gave me a fuck the world kind of attitude.
Then last night he really proved every thought I had about the two of us. I texted him in hopes to get a convo going so I could stay up at work. When I asked what he was doing he then told me he was with his friend. What friend I inquired and he said his real name but i'll stick with Mr. Hickey.
How could this be from the man ,if you can call him that, who admittedly demands perfection, who said he needs time to find himself to figure out what he wants. Who said the only reason we broke up was because he was not over hie ex.
How should I feel the man who told him how I felt and that I hoped to get back together. For a year now he has told me this and that about me he likes this and hates that. Wish I was this glad I am that, many times contradicting himself. Instead of just saying your not my type he gives me some coke and bull story about how he needed to get over his ex and that we should stay friends, what dose that sound like to you? It was false hope and he knew it from the beginning. That pill poppin coward alcoholic fagot and now lier.
And now that I took a year to get over my broken heart which would have been sooner had he been honest from the beginning I want my revenge. No one plays with my emotions and gets off Scot free.
The only thing that may save him is the guy that I am falling for now he is my main priority. We are taking things moderately yet quick enough for each other. The more we learn about each other makes us stronger and more attracted. Everything I had been looking for flawed honest and wanting to love and be loved. Much like me he is protecting his heart but entertaining the thought that this could be it.
So in the mean time I will continue to act civil. But Mr.M needs to beware he has secured a meeting with Titus Sheldon.
03 July 2008
perfect love is bull shit
It's funnie how people always say they want that amazing guy or girl. The one that acts like the world revolves around them. But that is all total bull shit and we all know it. I been there done that, been him got hurt. Nobody truly want their ideal guy because if they did every single person i know would be living happily ever after.
while the sentiment is cute, stop and think. Everyone who reads this, you know at least one person that you have dated or wanted to date you that would have honestly treated you so great all your friends would have be ecstatic and jealous all at the same time. but for what ever reason you let him or her go. Because they didn't look quite right, you felt unworthy, they seamed to nice, to good to be true or what ever.
we all want to be intimate, loved, cherished, treated like we are gold and do the same in return. That is those of us who want the fairy tale. Be we cant stop wanting the whole thing. great unbelievable super model porn star outside and nice loving ooey gooey inside, with love kindness and all that bull shit.
I'm a be real I want a hot guy with flaws, stuff that makes me sick and pissed off and can still make me want him at the end of the day. I want a guy who looks sexy but I would could still stand to change, modify, or loose this and that.
Perfection only exist in god and sorry ppl why would you want someone who can create his own perfect partner?
Perfection sucks, relationships are supposed to be give and take with one taking more than the other at times but still balancing out. Your pros and cons list should be uneven with cons appearing to be more. But that person this person that gets on your nerves, seams unchanging, unyielding, and will make you want to eat tacks at times, manages to make you happier than anyone you dated, or loved.
Perfection is predictable, and predictability will kill any good relationship. Never knowing what to expect, or whats coming, having good times in and out of bed, being able to say “babe you don't look so good” and not care knowing your doing the right thing, the ability to cry and feel OK, to see them cry and want to cry too even when it there fault. To simply be able to join in there rhythm and know your the only one who can her your song and dance the dance. That is when you have found your perfect lover.
The only way to fall in love with he who you are to love for life is to see the perfection of his flaws.
while the sentiment is cute, stop and think. Everyone who reads this, you know at least one person that you have dated or wanted to date you that would have honestly treated you so great all your friends would have be ecstatic and jealous all at the same time. but for what ever reason you let him or her go. Because they didn't look quite right, you felt unworthy, they seamed to nice, to good to be true or what ever.
we all want to be intimate, loved, cherished, treated like we are gold and do the same in return. That is those of us who want the fairy tale. Be we cant stop wanting the whole thing. great unbelievable super model porn star outside and nice loving ooey gooey inside, with love kindness and all that bull shit.
I'm a be real I want a hot guy with flaws, stuff that makes me sick and pissed off and can still make me want him at the end of the day. I want a guy who looks sexy but I would could still stand to change, modify, or loose this and that.
Perfection only exist in god and sorry ppl why would you want someone who can create his own perfect partner?
Perfection sucks, relationships are supposed to be give and take with one taking more than the other at times but still balancing out. Your pros and cons list should be uneven with cons appearing to be more. But that person this person that gets on your nerves, seams unchanging, unyielding, and will make you want to eat tacks at times, manages to make you happier than anyone you dated, or loved.
Perfection is predictable, and predictability will kill any good relationship. Never knowing what to expect, or whats coming, having good times in and out of bed, being able to say “babe you don't look so good” and not care knowing your doing the right thing, the ability to cry and feel OK, to see them cry and want to cry too even when it there fault. To simply be able to join in there rhythm and know your the only one who can her your song and dance the dance. That is when you have found your perfect lover.
The only way to fall in love with he who you are to love for life is to see the perfection of his flaws.
29 June 2008
I have Freedom of speech
I use this web site, blog, to exercise my right to freedom of speech as defined by the first amendment to the constitution of the unites sates of America.
I will keep in mind to use my the liberty to express opinions and ideas without hindrance, and especially without fear of punishment with some of the following restrictions:incitement, sedition, defamation, slander and libel, blasphemy and the expression of excessive racial hatred.
I will maintain the liberal tradition defended freedom of the sort of speech which does not violate others' rights or lead to predictable and avoidable harm,
Please remember valued freedom of speech embraces publication—writing, broadcasting, distributing recordings—as well as oral delivery of ideas.
I will keep in mind to use my the liberty to express opinions and ideas without hindrance, and especially without fear of punishment with some of the following restrictions:incitement, sedition, defamation, slander and libel, blasphemy and the expression of excessive racial hatred.
I will maintain the liberal tradition defended freedom of the sort of speech which does not violate others' rights or lead to predictable and avoidable harm,
Please remember valued freedom of speech embraces publication—writing, broadcasting, distributing recordings—as well as oral delivery of ideas.
18 June 2008
Not Nice E-Mail
PETA wrote . . .
Help us reach our goal of $30,000 to stop some of the worst abuses on factory farms. Your gift today will be matched dollar-for-dollar. Dear Victor S,
You can help end some of the worst abuses of pigs, cows, chickens, and other animals on factory farms with your gift today during PETA's End Factory Farming Challenge.
Do you know how pigs in the U.S. live their lives?
Fact #1: In the U.S., more than 97 percent of pigs—smart, social, interesting animals—are raised on factory farms.This means they spend their entire lives in cramped, filthy warehouses, where they never see the sun or breathe fresh air. Because of their hideous living conditions, more than 70 percent of the pigs have pneumonia by the time they are kicked and prodded onto trucks bound for slaughterhouses.
Breeding sows are imprisoned in metal gestation crates so small that they can't even turn around or take a single step—many develop painful sores and bruises from being immobilized on a hard surface. Shortly after giving birth, they are forcibly impregnated again. This cycle continues for years until their bodies finally give out and the animals are sent to slaughter.
Fact #2: It doesn't have to be this way. By acting today, your urgent gift will go twice as far toward reducing the suffering of factory-farmed pigs because it will be matched dollar-for-dollar up to $30,000 by a small group of caring PETA members.
Your gift of $50 will become $100 ...
Your gift of $75 will become $150 ...
Your gift of $250 will become $500 ...
... to stop the very worst abuses of pigs, chickens, cows, and other animals suffering needlessly on factory farms.
You see that PETA gets results for animals. We've already successfully pressured giants in the meat industry to make important changes with regard to how they breed, confine, and even kill animals:
* Following more than 100 PETA demonstrations across North America and negotiations with PETA, Safeway became the first Fortune 500 company to make dramatic improvements in the living and dying conditions of farmed animals. Safeway credited PETA with "turn[ing] on the light of an issue we need to address."
* PETA's influence over its customers, including fast-food chains like McDonald's and Burger King, convinced Smithfield Foods—the largest pig-flesh supplier in the world—to agree to phase out all gestation crates on its company-owned factory farms within a decade. Currently, at any given minute, more than 1 million mother pigs are confined by Smithfield to these hideous crates.
* Just a few days later, Maple Leaf Foods, the largest pig flesh-producer in Canada, announced that it would follow suit. Then, almost immediately afterward, another massive pig-flesh supplier—Cargill Foods—agreed to stop using gestation crates on half its farms immediately.
These decisions significantly reduce the suffering of pigs and have sent shockwaves through the entire meat industry. But we have much more to do, which is why we very much need your help during this important challenge, where your gift will be matched dollar-for-dollar.
PETA's high-profile protests and media outreach, consumer boycotts, and undercover investigations are doing what no one thought was possible: getting the world's worst abusers of animals to clean up their acts. And none of this would be possible without your caring support.
Please make a generous donation to PETA online right now. Your gift will help sustain our relentless defense of pigs and other animals who are, even as I write this, being abused, exploited, and killed.
Thank you for showing, once again, that all animals deserve our compassion.
Kind regards,
Photo: Ingrid E. Newkirk, President
Ingrid Signature
Ingrid E. Newkirk
President
P.S. Please make a gift of any size today, as it will be matched dollar-for-dollar. It will provide twice the resources to help pigs and other animals who are being abused on factory farms. Your gift will mean so much
I Wrote . . .
I hate pigs and think they deserve what ever they get. how ever i tend to think cows get a raw deal 99% of the time. FYI my money is trying to get me out of dept so i can live more like a human. I am also black so to pay so a chicken can stop being abused that i will only buy to deep fry is absurd thank you and stop asking for my money I'm broke. .
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This is an official Email from the one and only.
Titus- Victor S. Bethea, II
Help us reach our goal of $30,000 to stop some of the worst abuses on factory farms. Your gift today will be matched dollar-for-dollar. Dear Victor S,
You can help end some of the worst abuses of pigs, cows, chickens, and other animals on factory farms with your gift today during PETA's End Factory Farming Challenge.
Do you know how pigs in the U.S. live their lives?
Fact #1: In the U.S., more than 97 percent of pigs—smart, social, interesting animals—are raised on factory farms.This means they spend their entire lives in cramped, filthy warehouses, where they never see the sun or breathe fresh air. Because of their hideous living conditions, more than 70 percent of the pigs have pneumonia by the time they are kicked and prodded onto trucks bound for slaughterhouses.
Breeding sows are imprisoned in metal gestation crates so small that they can't even turn around or take a single step—many develop painful sores and bruises from being immobilized on a hard surface. Shortly after giving birth, they are forcibly impregnated again. This cycle continues for years until their bodies finally give out and the animals are sent to slaughter.
Fact #2: It doesn't have to be this way. By acting today, your urgent gift will go twice as far toward reducing the suffering of factory-farmed pigs because it will be matched dollar-for-dollar up to $30,000 by a small group of caring PETA members.
Your gift of $50 will become $100 ...
Your gift of $75 will become $150 ...
Your gift of $250 will become $500 ...
... to stop the very worst abuses of pigs, chickens, cows, and other animals suffering needlessly on factory farms.
You see that PETA gets results for animals. We've already successfully pressured giants in the meat industry to make important changes with regard to how they breed, confine, and even kill animals:
* Following more than 100 PETA demonstrations across North America and negotiations with PETA, Safeway became the first Fortune 500 company to make dramatic improvements in the living and dying conditions of farmed animals. Safeway credited PETA with "turn[ing] on the light of an issue we need to address."
* PETA's influence over its customers, including fast-food chains like McDonald's and Burger King, convinced Smithfield Foods—the largest pig-flesh supplier in the world—to agree to phase out all gestation crates on its company-owned factory farms within a decade. Currently, at any given minute, more than 1 million mother pigs are confined by Smithfield to these hideous crates.
* Just a few days later, Maple Leaf Foods, the largest pig flesh-producer in Canada, announced that it would follow suit. Then, almost immediately afterward, another massive pig-flesh supplier—Cargill Foods—agreed to stop using gestation crates on half its farms immediately.
These decisions significantly reduce the suffering of pigs and have sent shockwaves through the entire meat industry. But we have much more to do, which is why we very much need your help during this important challenge, where your gift will be matched dollar-for-dollar.
PETA's high-profile protests and media outreach, consumer boycotts, and undercover investigations are doing what no one thought was possible: getting the world's worst abusers of animals to clean up their acts. And none of this would be possible without your caring support.
Please make a generous donation to PETA online right now. Your gift will help sustain our relentless defense of pigs and other animals who are, even as I write this, being abused, exploited, and killed.
Thank you for showing, once again, that all animals deserve our compassion.
Kind regards,
Photo: Ingrid E. Newkirk, President
Ingrid Signature
Ingrid E. Newkirk
President
P.S. Please make a gift of any size today, as it will be matched dollar-for-dollar. It will provide twice the resources to help pigs and other animals who are being abused on factory farms. Your gift will mean so much
I Wrote . . .
I hate pigs and think they deserve what ever they get. how ever i tend to think cows get a raw deal 99% of the time. FYI my money is trying to get me out of dept so i can live more like a human. I am also black so to pay so a chicken can stop being abused that i will only buy to deep fry is absurd thank you and stop asking for my money I'm broke. .
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This is an official Email from the one and only.
Titus- Victor S. Bethea, II
11 June 2008
Today
I just don't feel like blogging but i know i should. check back for my wacky update of the weekend. Jaz was here.
07 June 2008
06 June 2008
Another Day in the life of Bethea
It’s been a great while since anyone has herd of me। It is true when I tell you no one can tell the story of Victor better than I can.
It was just another day or so victor thought। He woke up looking forward to tomorrow. Today held nothing special with the exception of one thing, he was going to allow himself to call his RM. You may ask, "What is an RM?" I will tell you. RM stands for Romantic Male. As you are, well aware MR. Bethea is gay and so dates men. What you are unaware of is he has decided to give the exclusive dating thing in hopes of finding true love one last try.
His RM’s name is something I cannot disclose, at least not yet। But I can tell you when is say RM I should put emphasis on the R. Today Victor found himself telling his aunt about him and Victor really lit up. Unlike with any other guy.
Later that day while waiting for his sister’s nails to dry in the nail salon he could not wait to hear from RM. Little did he know he became totally distracted and could not hear his sister asking him to pass her purse. The conversation although all good still had some sad points.
Earlier that day Victor set up an additional 3 interviews including one in Pittsburgh PA। Just having met RM it could have been a bad thing to mention the Pittsburgh interview, Also Victor remembered something from his last serious relationship that made him wish he could bite his tong.
You would think a conversation of good news and flirtatious exchanges one would get off the phone happy, elated of thrilled. Not our friend Victor. No he felt remorse for making it seem like he was willing to throw his chance at true love away and he thought and analyzed the entire conversation to see if he said anything that was unattractive or could turn his new RM off.
The EB or ex boyfriend had mentioned a few things to him that mad him show his fake side. The eb hated his British slang and told him that he didn’t act black enough among many other hurtful things. So Victor tried to change the things he could could while others were physically impossible. This left his self-esteem scared.
So now in this new relationship instead of being just happy to be falling for someone he is still looking for either validation or for RM to tell him all the things that he dissent have and others that need to be changed.
While Victor and EB are now friends he is still trying to undo the emotional scars that the relationship left on his heart, self esteem and mental image.
04 June 2008
I Was A Bitch
It was one of those days Yesterday. I woke up and it all was just not feeling right. What started out as running a few simple errands turned out to be a bitchy morning then day. It was simple I wanted to put air in my tires and fill out an application at the ACME I used to work at. My mom added an even simpler task of dropping something off at the post office.
I got to the gas station that has the free air pump and some lady was pumping a pool, so I went inside and grabbed my favorite, a 1.5 ltr bottle of water, only to come out and find an old couple waiting to use the pump as well. So I left and went to ACME and asked if the guy I needed to give a heads up was in, he wasn’t. I then dropped off my mom’s piece of mail and headed back to the gas station and the same woman and old couple were there, so I left.
While driving out I saw him, this handsome guy with black shades in a nice silver car. I could not help but notice he was staring at me and I soon realized he would figure out that I was staring back. Not knowing what to do I made it clear that I was looking away then I looked back. Being a guy who always wears shades, I mastered how to make people aware I am staring. He drove in and I drove out. I then lit my cigarette.
I then went to the gas station around the corner that cost 75 cents by then my tires were warmed and I found out that my tire gauge needed new batteries and I was missing a valve cap. Pissed, I drove pass the other gas station to check the status and to see if the guy in the silver car was around. It was all bad so I went home, A wasted morning.
I was still feeling bitchy and it lasted a good while. I ran and got mother and I lunch from the king. I really did forget how good the chicken sandwiches are there.
After lunch I figured I would pound the cyber pavement for a job. it held my attention for a good while and I applied for a few positions. Then my mother’s aunt, cousin and great aunt made a visit. I love my Aunti-Re a real southern lady. I chatted with them for a while and went back to work. Then my sister came home and of course, her boyfriend was with her I hid in the kitchen with them for a little while and ate and drank, I had been eating like a horse all day. He could tell I still didn’t like him and I wasn’t trying to hide it.
Then my grandmother came over and brought my baby cousin Nicolas. The women went crazy but soon had to leave. I then had Nicolas to myself kind of. He is truly a cute baby boy, happy too. I was distracted from trying to figure out why I was feeling bitchy. I spent the rest of daylight with family. Nicolas’ mom and sister then came to pick him up but spent some time with us all. Lauren his sister and my favorite cousin told me how much she loved me and I told her the same and talked about school and all the things she learned.
When I got back to the comp Jaz had hit me on AIM. We chatted about Josh and Ralph. She wanted me to stay away from Josh and give Ralph time. She still thinks I have feeling for Josh and I don’t.
Ralph and I have had two dates and known each other for two weeks. I really like him and can see myself falling for him. However I don’t think I am ready. I am ready to fall in love with a guy who is in love with me but I cannot have another Joshua situation. I had told some other guy I was willing to go on a date Wednesday.
I texted the entire three in hopes to get advice. Jaz was not helpful, I chickened out of trying to tell Josh after talking to Jaz. She said don’t tell him give it a month to be quite honest I don’t think she knew what the hell she was saying. Then Jason put it all in perspective. Why waste time going on a date with some other guy if Ralph and I are, well, hot and heavy. My fear is that we are not solid and the relationship is new and we can still end up like josh and I did after five weeks.
Any way I had just finished watching Sex and the City on MyPHL 17 and this advertisement came on TV for Interactive Male. I had seen the print ads before but this was the first commercial. While putting the number in my phone and trying to figure out when I was going to use it, it hit me.
Here I am this attractive guy. I have nice features, a decent brain and everyone agrees I am an all around attractive guy. Why am I looking for love online and phone lines. I simply need to build up my confidence. Every time that I think, I am close to dating again its because I have my 5. Yes, 5 guys I call my current potentials. I never got a boyfriend out of it but I always felt good when I had my five. This time it’s really only one and I am close. I have figured out when it’s just one it usually means a relationship, and I cant help but compare the beginnings of this one to that of the last one. It is all almost the same. The butter flies, the blushing, the touching its all there except this time in the form I want it and without the emotional baggage.
I have paid my dues to karma and I have confidence that this is a good thing and I may just get my fairytale ending.
I got to the gas station that has the free air pump and some lady was pumping a pool, so I went inside and grabbed my favorite, a 1.5 ltr bottle of water, only to come out and find an old couple waiting to use the pump as well. So I left and went to ACME and asked if the guy I needed to give a heads up was in, he wasn’t. I then dropped off my mom’s piece of mail and headed back to the gas station and the same woman and old couple were there, so I left.
While driving out I saw him, this handsome guy with black shades in a nice silver car. I could not help but notice he was staring at me and I soon realized he would figure out that I was staring back. Not knowing what to do I made it clear that I was looking away then I looked back. Being a guy who always wears shades, I mastered how to make people aware I am staring. He drove in and I drove out. I then lit my cigarette.
I then went to the gas station around the corner that cost 75 cents by then my tires were warmed and I found out that my tire gauge needed new batteries and I was missing a valve cap. Pissed, I drove pass the other gas station to check the status and to see if the guy in the silver car was around. It was all bad so I went home, A wasted morning.
I was still feeling bitchy and it lasted a good while. I ran and got mother and I lunch from the king. I really did forget how good the chicken sandwiches are there.
After lunch I figured I would pound the cyber pavement for a job. it held my attention for a good while and I applied for a few positions. Then my mother’s aunt, cousin and great aunt made a visit. I love my Aunti-Re a real southern lady. I chatted with them for a while and went back to work. Then my sister came home and of course, her boyfriend was with her I hid in the kitchen with them for a little while and ate and drank, I had been eating like a horse all day. He could tell I still didn’t like him and I wasn’t trying to hide it.
Then my grandmother came over and brought my baby cousin Nicolas. The women went crazy but soon had to leave. I then had Nicolas to myself kind of. He is truly a cute baby boy, happy too. I was distracted from trying to figure out why I was feeling bitchy. I spent the rest of daylight with family. Nicolas’ mom and sister then came to pick him up but spent some time with us all. Lauren his sister and my favorite cousin told me how much she loved me and I told her the same and talked about school and all the things she learned.
When I got back to the comp Jaz had hit me on AIM. We chatted about Josh and Ralph. She wanted me to stay away from Josh and give Ralph time. She still thinks I have feeling for Josh and I don’t.
Ralph and I have had two dates and known each other for two weeks. I really like him and can see myself falling for him. However I don’t think I am ready. I am ready to fall in love with a guy who is in love with me but I cannot have another Joshua situation. I had told some other guy I was willing to go on a date Wednesday.
I texted the entire three in hopes to get advice. Jaz was not helpful, I chickened out of trying to tell Josh after talking to Jaz. She said don’t tell him give it a month to be quite honest I don’t think she knew what the hell she was saying. Then Jason put it all in perspective. Why waste time going on a date with some other guy if Ralph and I are, well, hot and heavy. My fear is that we are not solid and the relationship is new and we can still end up like josh and I did after five weeks.
Any way I had just finished watching Sex and the City on MyPHL 17 and this advertisement came on TV for Interactive Male. I had seen the print ads before but this was the first commercial. While putting the number in my phone and trying to figure out when I was going to use it, it hit me.
Here I am this attractive guy. I have nice features, a decent brain and everyone agrees I am an all around attractive guy. Why am I looking for love online and phone lines. I simply need to build up my confidence. Every time that I think, I am close to dating again its because I have my 5. Yes, 5 guys I call my current potentials. I never got a boyfriend out of it but I always felt good when I had my five. This time it’s really only one and I am close. I have figured out when it’s just one it usually means a relationship, and I cant help but compare the beginnings of this one to that of the last one. It is all almost the same. The butter flies, the blushing, the touching its all there except this time in the form I want it and without the emotional baggage.
I have paid my dues to karma and I have confidence that this is a good thing and I may just get my fairytale ending.
03 June 2008
Fairytales
Lately this has been a constant theme in my life, from talking to my little cosine, Sex and the City movie, to my friends Blogs and life events. Ever since I came out the closet, I have been waiting for that fairytale moment in my life. You know the one where you can say with confidence I know my life won’t be perfect but I will live happily ever after with so and so.
I have been waiting for that guy who helps me see the world differently like Aladdin. Or prince Philip who rescues me from all the bad in the world and dance with me as we did in our dreams, and the beast who rescues me from falling for the wrong man while I rescue him from his vices.
Sometimes I feel like Cinderella always doing for everyone else and never myself. I was left so much by my late father but my evil grandfather took it all for himself. I am stuck with having to pretend as if all is well and do as my family ask of me. I finally feel like Ariel, the place where I live is beautiful, but I just don’t fit, my prince is in another place and I am ready to do anything to be with him.
How gay is that for you. For about a year, I felt that maybe I was Carrie and I was trapped to go in and out of love until my Mr. Big realized he wanted to be with me, and I realized that we were made for each other. Let’s just say that is one fairytale I don’t want to be in.
Recently I met a prince charming. He is romantic, the type of guy who would send you flowers to work, take a stroll along the beach at sun set or surprise you with a weekend away at some quite bed and breakfast. That works for me, as I am the type who will cook, clean and do small everyday things to make a guy like that feel he is appreciated.
However, I can’t help but find myself feeling the same way I did last year around the fourth of July. My emotions are unpredictable. He is making it easy to fall in love although I am not in love I am on the verge. I have a date with another guy tomorrow. As it stands now and as I have already made up in my mind, there will be no sex. I feel as though I must go to see if I am ready for love again or if I am meant to play the field a little while longer.
I had this dream awhile back that this guy whom I knew for quite awhile and thought was straight proposed to me. My mother who disapproves of homosexuality actually approved of the guy asking me to marry him as well as all my friends. Needles to say it was a modern fairytale, the perfect ring, and the perfect time and place. But I can’t imagine that coming to pass.
I said what I wanted and now I think I found it. Does it work that easy? It did for my mother she got what she described. He is now in her life and I smile every time I see them they are so happy despite all the things that are slowing down progression, the divorce and recuperating from breast cancer.
I, who always thought of myself as independent, now find myself in debt with absolutely no money, and no job. I owe back rent and car payments. I want my independence back. Although I am gay and want a fairytale, I still look at myself as a guy who needs a decent job and needs to depend upon myself instead of others.
Maybe there is a lesson in all of this for me and maybe this is part of the fairytale. Do I get rescued from all the bad in my life to realize being a househusband is enough to make me happy and work from there, or is it that at my lowest point I find away to pull myself up and then get it all?
I don’t know how this story turns out which is why they call it life. But is it too much to ask that I get a happy love ending? I know I want it all fancy clothes a husband who loves me a house I can entertain guest in and some day kids. After all Cinderella and Ariel got the Happily Ever After, Or do I need to talk to my godmother?
I have been waiting for that guy who helps me see the world differently like Aladdin. Or prince Philip who rescues me from all the bad in the world and dance with me as we did in our dreams, and the beast who rescues me from falling for the wrong man while I rescue him from his vices.
Sometimes I feel like Cinderella always doing for everyone else and never myself. I was left so much by my late father but my evil grandfather took it all for himself. I am stuck with having to pretend as if all is well and do as my family ask of me. I finally feel like Ariel, the place where I live is beautiful, but I just don’t fit, my prince is in another place and I am ready to do anything to be with him.
How gay is that for you. For about a year, I felt that maybe I was Carrie and I was trapped to go in and out of love until my Mr. Big realized he wanted to be with me, and I realized that we were made for each other. Let’s just say that is one fairytale I don’t want to be in.
Recently I met a prince charming. He is romantic, the type of guy who would send you flowers to work, take a stroll along the beach at sun set or surprise you with a weekend away at some quite bed and breakfast. That works for me, as I am the type who will cook, clean and do small everyday things to make a guy like that feel he is appreciated.
However, I can’t help but find myself feeling the same way I did last year around the fourth of July. My emotions are unpredictable. He is making it easy to fall in love although I am not in love I am on the verge. I have a date with another guy tomorrow. As it stands now and as I have already made up in my mind, there will be no sex. I feel as though I must go to see if I am ready for love again or if I am meant to play the field a little while longer.
I had this dream awhile back that this guy whom I knew for quite awhile and thought was straight proposed to me. My mother who disapproves of homosexuality actually approved of the guy asking me to marry him as well as all my friends. Needles to say it was a modern fairytale, the perfect ring, and the perfect time and place. But I can’t imagine that coming to pass.
I said what I wanted and now I think I found it. Does it work that easy? It did for my mother she got what she described. He is now in her life and I smile every time I see them they are so happy despite all the things that are slowing down progression, the divorce and recuperating from breast cancer.
I, who always thought of myself as independent, now find myself in debt with absolutely no money, and no job. I owe back rent and car payments. I want my independence back. Although I am gay and want a fairytale, I still look at myself as a guy who needs a decent job and needs to depend upon myself instead of others.
Maybe there is a lesson in all of this for me and maybe this is part of the fairytale. Do I get rescued from all the bad in my life to realize being a househusband is enough to make me happy and work from there, or is it that at my lowest point I find away to pull myself up and then get it all?
I don’t know how this story turns out which is why they call it life. But is it too much to ask that I get a happy love ending? I know I want it all fancy clothes a husband who loves me a house I can entertain guest in and some day kids. After all Cinderella and Ariel got the Happily Ever After, Or do I need to talk to my godmother?
Victor Building, Victor Pub, Victor Burger, The New Guy?
So Friday night I called the new guy to see what he was up to. A late day at work and tired yet he still wanted to see me at least that what I gathered from our conversation. I had suggested a movie but he was to tired he said and before I could say it was ok and we could hang out Saturday he said he wanted to hang out around his building, the Victor Building. It was on the Camden waterfront. I said it sounded good and he told me how great the pup downstairs was, Victor’s Pub. I made it ok and found the pub all right but I struggled trying to find the parking lot.
I started walking around the building to the apartment entrance and then I saw him. It was like a scene from a movie. I ended up on the wrong stairs and was walking down as he was walking towards me. He was looking sexy. Kind of took my breath away and I pretended I didn’t recognize him but he had a big smile on his face and I knew without a doubt it was him.
We hugged and then we walked to the pub. He is great, a gentlemen through and through wants to get the door and all that other stuff that gentlemen do.
After we were seated, I told him how I hated menus. Too many options and I asked him what’s good and what he was going to order. He smiled and said either the Victor Burger a salad or a club. We also used process of elimination by me telling him things I don’t eat such as pork and lunch meat. So for me a Victor Burger and for him a Turkey Club. He couldn’t order a salad I was already making fun of him drinking a light bear. We talked, ate, and kept the alcohol to a minimum one beer for the each of us.
The time came when I told him the place was almost perfect. And he looked me in the eye and asked how is it almost perfect I told him I would let him know when the waitress came back. I asked if he remembered my favorite soda, it was only our second date so I was not going to hold it agents him if he didn’t remember. He didn’t I asked the waitress if they carried Coke or Pepsi products she said coke so I ordered a coke and told him the place was perfect. He bowed and thanked the waitress. I just laughed. Then there was that moment when we looked at each other and I had to look away, blushing I guess.
We wrapped our food and headed to the roof of his building. We stared over the river to Philadelphia talked about what ever came to mind and I kept thinking wow. He held me close and kept me warm. Then of course, we started making out. On a roof alone with only the streetlights was romantic and he knew it. I was touched because he rather romance and put in effort than just trying to rub me down to get me ready.
I was turned on to the tenth degree. After a good while, he asked if I wanted to watch TV, I was more than ready. He then asked if we should lie down or sit in the living room. I looked at him and said, “You had a long day we should lay down.”
Cuddling I have no clue what was on TV because we started making out the candle light did it. Let’s just say we both got a work out and slept heard that night. The first time I slept over his house. It was our send date and I had the strangest nightmare, dream, or premonition. Not ready to talk about it just yet but stay tuned for it latter.
We cuddled the whole night just about and I was in a whole new world. I do feel there were a few times when I forced myself to think about my ex and compare the two to what I think I want. Anyway, I think new guy will be more soon; I’ll just have to wait and see.
I started walking around the building to the apartment entrance and then I saw him. It was like a scene from a movie. I ended up on the wrong stairs and was walking down as he was walking towards me. He was looking sexy. Kind of took my breath away and I pretended I didn’t recognize him but he had a big smile on his face and I knew without a doubt it was him.
We hugged and then we walked to the pub. He is great, a gentlemen through and through wants to get the door and all that other stuff that gentlemen do.
After we were seated, I told him how I hated menus. Too many options and I asked him what’s good and what he was going to order. He smiled and said either the Victor Burger a salad or a club. We also used process of elimination by me telling him things I don’t eat such as pork and lunch meat. So for me a Victor Burger and for him a Turkey Club. He couldn’t order a salad I was already making fun of him drinking a light bear. We talked, ate, and kept the alcohol to a minimum one beer for the each of us.
The time came when I told him the place was almost perfect. And he looked me in the eye and asked how is it almost perfect I told him I would let him know when the waitress came back. I asked if he remembered my favorite soda, it was only our second date so I was not going to hold it agents him if he didn’t remember. He didn’t I asked the waitress if they carried Coke or Pepsi products she said coke so I ordered a coke and told him the place was perfect. He bowed and thanked the waitress. I just laughed. Then there was that moment when we looked at each other and I had to look away, blushing I guess.
We wrapped our food and headed to the roof of his building. We stared over the river to Philadelphia talked about what ever came to mind and I kept thinking wow. He held me close and kept me warm. Then of course, we started making out. On a roof alone with only the streetlights was romantic and he knew it. I was touched because he rather romance and put in effort than just trying to rub me down to get me ready.
I was turned on to the tenth degree. After a good while, he asked if I wanted to watch TV, I was more than ready. He then asked if we should lie down or sit in the living room. I looked at him and said, “You had a long day we should lay down.”
Cuddling I have no clue what was on TV because we started making out the candle light did it. Let’s just say we both got a work out and slept heard that night. The first time I slept over his house. It was our send date and I had the strangest nightmare, dream, or premonition. Not ready to talk about it just yet but stay tuned for it latter.
We cuddled the whole night just about and I was in a whole new world. I do feel there were a few times when I forced myself to think about my ex and compare the two to what I think I want. Anyway, I think new guy will be more soon; I’ll just have to wait and see.
Friday
To put it simply I went for some kind of interview at blinds to go. I really want the job but I cant find the number to take it to the next sep and I think the guy I talked to hated me. But No biggie.
Thursday
Thursday was the first day I had to myself kind of. I stayed home with my mom and did stuff around the house. My sister being stressed came home from school early and I applied for more jobs via the web. My sister tried to convince me to go her boyfriend’s football game. Laughable I a gay guy, who is getting more and more into fashion, modeling, and the internet tech and shopping, go to a high school football game.
Well I also understand the duties of high school students so when she said she wasn’t going I told she had to and that I would go with.
Meanwhile the whole day Josh and I were texting each other and arguing playfully as to who is more gay and acts it. I lost, thanks Jazz. Our “text-versation” morphed into simpler topics and his last text of the left me looking a fool in front of all those people. He texted me “I have a mouth full of skittles and I know you want to taste the rainbow, some kid just said that to me.” I died laughing and couldn’t stop.
I eventually started calling people and that was entertainment for a little while. The game went into overtime and my sister’s boy friend’s team was winning. As it was late, we had to leave so we would not miss Sex and the City.
Well I also understand the duties of high school students so when she said she wasn’t going I told she had to and that I would go with.
Meanwhile the whole day Josh and I were texting each other and arguing playfully as to who is more gay and acts it. I lost, thanks Jazz. Our “text-versation” morphed into simpler topics and his last text of the left me looking a fool in front of all those people. He texted me “I have a mouth full of skittles and I know you want to taste the rainbow, some kid just said that to me.” I died laughing and couldn’t stop.
I eventually started calling people and that was entertainment for a little while. The game went into overtime and my sister’s boy friend’s team was winning. As it was late, we had to leave so we would not miss Sex and the City.
Wednesday
So Wednesday as you have already read, I had an interview with a staffing agency in Parsippany NJ. Little did I know that it was not far from NYC so I stopped and visited my play sister Jazz. You know we had fun and what not.
We played Monopoly for the sake of her boy friend he really wanted to play and Jazz and I didn’t. I didn’t want to play so bad that I stared buying everything I could in hopes of going bankrupt. It didn’t work I ended up winning the game which was poetic justice for jazz as her Boyfriend went bankrupt so the game was over.
Next, we went to get food and watched a movie called Hard Candy. A miss titled movie if you ask me. It was about some little bitch who wanted to avenge the death of some little girl who was raped and killed by a pedophile. To sum it all up “It’s fucked up.”
After the movie I drove back home.
We played Monopoly for the sake of her boy friend he really wanted to play and Jazz and I didn’t. I didn’t want to play so bad that I stared buying everything I could in hopes of going bankrupt. It didn’t work I ended up winning the game which was poetic justice for jazz as her Boyfriend went bankrupt so the game was over.
Next, we went to get food and watched a movie called Hard Candy. A miss titled movie if you ask me. It was about some little bitch who wanted to avenge the death of some little girl who was raped and killed by a pedophile. To sum it all up “It’s fucked up.”
After the movie I drove back home.
Sex and the City Movie
So Thursday I went to the midnight showing of Sex and the City, may I just say it was totally awesome. Pulled at the heart strings, made me laugh and even entertain the thought of moving to NYC in search of labels and love.
Any way let me just say that even if you not a fan of the show you will like the movie. It is well worth it.
Any way let me just say that even if you not a fan of the show you will like the movie. It is well worth it.
Several Post Comming
Ok so I know it’s been awhile since I have blogged but it’s all because life has been busy. Mom is doing exceptionally well. Healing faster than we thought and I will be moving back to my place this Saturday with confidence that she will be ok with me not sleeping here. I will still come over every day but she doesn’t need me at night anymore.
Over the next few hours, I will be releasing several posts that will bring you up to date on Victor.
Over the next few hours, I will be releasing several posts that will bring you up to date on Victor.
28 May 2008
Oh Shit
Ok, I had an interview in Persepiany New Jersey. I had no clue it was so close to New York City. So after my interview I had to buy a car charger for my phone. Once I was back in the car i called and got Jazz's address.
I drove up to NYC for the first time and now I am sitting here being forced to play Monopoly. It cost me $13 in tolls just to get into the city and Jazz's house in queens. I still have a quarter tank of gas and and i have to go through Jersey so I'll get gass there.
Well TTYL My Fanz
I drove up to NYC for the first time and now I am sitting here being forced to play Monopoly. It cost me $13 in tolls just to get into the city and Jazz's house in queens. I still have a quarter tank of gas and and i have to go through Jersey so I'll get gass there.
Well TTYL My Fanz
26 May 2008
Scary
Xanthophobia -
Fear of the color yellow or the word yellow.
Hmm i wonder what people who look like Jaz and have this do. Probly go to tanning Salons alot.
Fear of the color yellow or the word yellow.
Hmm i wonder what people who look like Jaz and have this do. Probly go to tanning Salons alot.
I Think I failed To Mention
Ok so things have been rapidly changing. Friday morning i quit Home Depot, cant remember if i told you that. I quit mainly because I am sick of my life revolving around there schedule. I had to make everything in my life come second to to my job. I dint even like my job like that and I was not in a high paying position. It made no since to me that I could not have some kind of stable schedule. So I quit not to mention they had a points system and it turned out that I was late at least twice a week. I didn’t know because I punched in on time but I didn’t make it to the floor on time. In combination with the two days that I had to call out it was at the point limit.
Not to be unnerved by not having a job I relied on the appointment at the talent agency and an interview with blinds to go. That afternoon I had set up an interview in Plymouth meeting, New Jersey and a phone interview for a job in Pittsburgh.
Came Saturday I went to the talent agency and all went well I wasn’t even asked all the questions I was supposed to be asked. And I guess you can say I was called back. That night I went to my friend Rachael’s birthday get together. We had fun and I think its official I will be donating sperm later in life to father her and her fiancé’s baby. Yes they are lesbians.
I found out this morning my roommate is going to throw a party on June sixth. The same day as my sister’s senior prom, so I will be quite busy that day. Hopefully I will have a job I like by then.
So there you have it, today I got the car washed so I will look nice getting out of it at my interview in case I am seen prematurely, I darkened my hair and I am hoping to get an oil change early tomorrow and then go to my interview.
Also, I think there may be a new guy but I’ll tell about all that tomorrow.
Not to be unnerved by not having a job I relied on the appointment at the talent agency and an interview with blinds to go. That afternoon I had set up an interview in Plymouth meeting, New Jersey and a phone interview for a job in Pittsburgh.
Came Saturday I went to the talent agency and all went well I wasn’t even asked all the questions I was supposed to be asked. And I guess you can say I was called back. That night I went to my friend Rachael’s birthday get together. We had fun and I think its official I will be donating sperm later in life to father her and her fiancé’s baby. Yes they are lesbians.
I found out this morning my roommate is going to throw a party on June sixth. The same day as my sister’s senior prom, so I will be quite busy that day. Hopefully I will have a job I like by then.
So there you have it, today I got the car washed so I will look nice getting out of it at my interview in case I am seen prematurely, I darkened my hair and I am hoping to get an oil change early tomorrow and then go to my interview.
Also, I think there may be a new guy but I’ll tell about all that tomorrow.
23 May 2008
This Aint Me
Tropophobia -
Fear of moving or making changes.
Two of my posibule job leads would require me to move.
Fear of moving or making changes.
Two of my posibule job leads would require me to move.
Not Yet, Go crazy, CHANGE!!
I really want to quit smoking but I have to take care of my mom and being irritable while doing it is difficult. So I bought a new pack and quit my job today. I started the day with only one real interview set up and an appointment with a modeling agency. By the end of the day I had a totle of four. I have to give a shout out to Monster.com.
Things are looking up and I was a lil nervous to just quite Home Depot but I now know why the store I was working at cant keep cashiers.
I also cut and died my hair today. The red is back and it is curlier.
I hope with all this changes and interviews I will end up making decent money and being happy with my life.
Things are looking up and I was a lil nervous to just quite Home Depot but I now know why the store I was working at cant keep cashiers.
I also cut and died my hair today. The red is back and it is curlier.
I hope with all this changes and interviews I will end up making decent money and being happy with my life.
22 May 2008
Food For Thought
Fear of The Week
Pharmacophobia
Fear of taking medicine
Mr. O'Neill:"You know what they say: A spoonfull of sugar helps the medicine go down!"
Jane:"Not if you're diabetic."
-From Daria Episode "Arts 'n' Crass."
Pharmacophobia
Fear of taking medicine
Mr. O'Neill:"You know what they say: A spoonfull of sugar helps the medicine go down!"
Jane:"Not if you're diabetic."
-From Daria Episode "Arts 'n' Crass."
21 May 2008
WoW I was angry!
I went pretty far back in my blogs today. The ones on vpoin0.blogspot.com. I got to a certain point then realized that I was really angry in high school. So angry I am shocked that I didn't die of a heart attack.
One post in particular stuck out to me. It was so bad that I had to send a friend who I barley talk to an apology. It was an I.M. session where I got quite angry fairly quickly. I failed to see and truly understand someone that now I think about it should be in my circle of best friends. I still feel bad about the things I said to him and I can't believe that for the longest time he tried to be my friend whole-heartedly.
For the first time I am dedicating this blog to someone, Boima Blake. You have a heart of gold and I'm sorry I took you for granted.
One post in particular stuck out to me. It was so bad that I had to send a friend who I barley talk to an apology. It was an I.M. session where I got quite angry fairly quickly. I failed to see and truly understand someone that now I think about it should be in my circle of best friends. I still feel bad about the things I said to him and I can't believe that for the longest time he tried to be my friend whole-heartedly.
For the first time I am dedicating this blog to someone, Boima Blake. You have a heart of gold and I'm sorry I took you for granted.
20 May 2008
Ok I am going to do this one more time.
Bubble Gum, I just may be obsessed with it. I asked once before on V.0 Any Questions. Why is it that they make everything you can think of bubble gum flavored except Kool Aid. They have hugs, bubbles, yes those things you blow and are made of soap. They have ice pops, ice cream, hard candy, cotton candy, cakes and cookies, they even have a whole line of body washes and lotions. Don’t doubt it I have a set, don’t ask. But you cannot buy bubble gum flavored Kool Aid.
Everyone loves the flavor of bubble gum. While researching the whole Bubble gum Kool Aid Conundrum I found several sites where people were asking for a recipe for bubble gum flavored ice cream. I remember growing up my cousins and I could take a dollar to the drug store and come back with a bag of bubble gum flavored stuff. No need to mention what we bought just read the first paragraph again.
On would think since this country of ours is a little obsessed with bubble gum and its grand flavor, that the makers of Kool Aid the favorite beverage of millions and the prized table wine of black people, would make a bubble gum flavored Kool Aid.
Everyone loves the flavor of bubble gum. While researching the whole Bubble gum Kool Aid Conundrum I found several sites where people were asking for a recipe for bubble gum flavored ice cream. I remember growing up my cousins and I could take a dollar to the drug store and come back with a bag of bubble gum flavored stuff. No need to mention what we bought just read the first paragraph again.
On would think since this country of ours is a little obsessed with bubble gum and its grand flavor, that the makers of Kool Aid the favorite beverage of millions and the prized table wine of black people, would make a bubble gum flavored Kool Aid.
19 May 2008
Today at Home Depot
It was an interesting day at work, aside from the sky having trouble making up its mind as to whether it wanted to send rain or sun shine. I was stuck the entire day in the garden center, the one area that stays busy enough to make me like my job. Mind you I was more than happy to go work for Home Depot but every time I am forced to work on an indoor register I can’t help but want to throw my hands in the air and exclaim “I Quite, this place is to boring!”
I think the first issue I had was I had to work side by side with the world worst talker. This woman doesn’t talk she rambles. And when she is not rambling, she is butting in where she is not needed. Now we both started the same time and I except the fact that we know a fair decent amount but she irks my nerves. I can be helping a customer and she will but in only to repeat what I am saying or to show that she is listening. I hate that as a customer and I hate that as someone providing a service. I don’t dislike her she just has this bad habit of talking when she should just shut up.
After the annoyance was gone, I was alone in the garden center. It had slowed down a decent amount but not to the point, I was bored. I had a lot of price inquires, finding missing or correct SKUs, and ringing up items that I never get to really see, you know the big stuff that people pick up after they pay for.
But finally, I had the customer of the day, the one that put me on my toes. She was drunk and bought 36 plants, all the same type and color. I was nervous because she was clearly intoxicated to the point she could not stand straight up. She weebled and wobbled yet didn’t fall down. She told me her father had dropped dead last Thursday; she also told me she had some odd number of acres of land. I gave her my apologies for her loss and she hugged me. She said it has become uncommon for people to say that anymore. She then decided to pay debit and mentioned it was because she didn’t trust credit cards and daddy taught her well,
She was so intoxicated that I made her finish it out as a credit transaction; she had a visa check card. I then figured out she was one of this wealthy women. She told me she had some obscene amount of money in her checking account and she didn’t care how she paid along as it came out of there.
She hugged me again and told me how drunk she was and that she thought she smashed part of her car on the way to Home Depot. But she didn’t care. I let her go and I was worried, I was not trained on how to handle an intoxicated customer. She clearly couldn’t drive and she knowing she was drunk asked for loading assistance. So I figured is anyone would know how to handle it, it would be one of the lot techs who have been there longer than I have.
A little while later one of my crushes came by and mentioned about the drunken lady, as soon as he loaded her car and she pulled off, she smashed into a Cadillac pulled away and went on about her business.
He also informed me that she tried to make out with him. He was cute about it. Calling her a MILF and saying she wasn’t his type. Stupid me not keeping track failed to realize it was a perfect opportunity to ask, “Then what is your type?” But I missed an opportunity. I just need him to tell me he is straight so I can cross him off my list officially.
For now, I am just waiting to see if I was wrong for ringing her up and not taking any other action. As of now, I received word she was caught. But I won’t think about that now, I’ll think about it tomorrow.
I think the first issue I had was I had to work side by side with the world worst talker. This woman doesn’t talk she rambles. And when she is not rambling, she is butting in where she is not needed. Now we both started the same time and I except the fact that we know a fair decent amount but she irks my nerves. I can be helping a customer and she will but in only to repeat what I am saying or to show that she is listening. I hate that as a customer and I hate that as someone providing a service. I don’t dislike her she just has this bad habit of talking when she should just shut up.
After the annoyance was gone, I was alone in the garden center. It had slowed down a decent amount but not to the point, I was bored. I had a lot of price inquires, finding missing or correct SKUs, and ringing up items that I never get to really see, you know the big stuff that people pick up after they pay for.
But finally, I had the customer of the day, the one that put me on my toes. She was drunk and bought 36 plants, all the same type and color. I was nervous because she was clearly intoxicated to the point she could not stand straight up. She weebled and wobbled yet didn’t fall down. She told me her father had dropped dead last Thursday; she also told me she had some odd number of acres of land. I gave her my apologies for her loss and she hugged me. She said it has become uncommon for people to say that anymore. She then decided to pay debit and mentioned it was because she didn’t trust credit cards and daddy taught her well,
She was so intoxicated that I made her finish it out as a credit transaction; she had a visa check card. I then figured out she was one of this wealthy women. She told me she had some obscene amount of money in her checking account and she didn’t care how she paid along as it came out of there.
She hugged me again and told me how drunk she was and that she thought she smashed part of her car on the way to Home Depot. But she didn’t care. I let her go and I was worried, I was not trained on how to handle an intoxicated customer. She clearly couldn’t drive and she knowing she was drunk asked for loading assistance. So I figured is anyone would know how to handle it, it would be one of the lot techs who have been there longer than I have.
A little while later one of my crushes came by and mentioned about the drunken lady, as soon as he loaded her car and she pulled off, she smashed into a Cadillac pulled away and went on about her business.
He also informed me that she tried to make out with him. He was cute about it. Calling her a MILF and saying she wasn’t his type. Stupid me not keeping track failed to realize it was a perfect opportunity to ask, “Then what is your type?” But I missed an opportunity. I just need him to tell me he is straight so I can cross him off my list officially.
For now, I am just waiting to see if I was wrong for ringing her up and not taking any other action. As of now, I received word she was caught. But I won’t think about that now, I’ll think about it tomorrow.
18 May 2008
VSBII Update I
Ok so I know its time for an official update.
Last Tuesday my car was towed again. Jason told me parking in an iffy spot was ok because he did it before. When we returned to my car, it was gone. I was sick the next day so I called out of work. When I made the call, I could barley talk. I knew I was getting sick all Tuesday I just didn’t feel myself. I had to spend the whole day at Jason’s house I had no money to take septa and my house keys were in my car. I had to wait for my last unemployment check to hit my account. Needles to say I dint hit until Friday because I filled something out wrong.
Thursday was the big day. My mother had been diagnosed with breast cancer. The solution was a mastectomy. It was scheduled for that Thursday. I washed the closes on my back and put them on again in the morning after taking a shower. The day was truly an off day for me. I left the house without my cell phone and my hair was beyond hope, not to mention I spent the whole day in the hospital with no money. Everyone showed up grandma, my two aunts, my uncle and my mom’s good friend Donna who drove us to the hospital.
After what felt like a century, the doctor came and told us everything went well and that she would soon be moved to recovery. We went to the next waiting room, a few hours more hours latter and me almost cursing out a nurse, we were allowed to see her two by two. My sister and I were first.
My mother groggy from the anesthesia did not hesitate to joke. “Did you see the truck that hit me?” I not being sure if she was joking or a little loopy from the anesthesia felt the need to tell her she wasn’t hit by a truck. She told me it was a joke. It was hard knowing what she just went through and I was sad but tried my best not to show it.
After everyone else went to see, her Donna and I were the last two it was my second time. My mom told the truck joke and Donna didn’t miss a beat. She went along and the two of them joked but I could see Donna wanted to cry.
Every day my sister and I go to see my mother and although she looks better each and every single time. It breaks my heart when I think about what she has gone through and how she will have to wait for scars to fade. I really do love my mother and I am really seeing her strength.
The day after the surgery, I had to call out of work because I received word, while I was trying to get my car before 9:30 am, she might have to go back into the OR. I stayed almost the whole day until my sister started falling asleep.
Saturday was my first day back to work and I had to face the music. I had been honest and my boss already knew what was going on. I explained to her and her boss the major details of why I had to call out. They were just concerned and wanted me to know that the understood and wanted to make sure we were all on the same page as I am in my first 90 days.
So now I am living back in Sharon Hill, my mom is currently in the hospital, I am trying to make everything revolve around my work schedule, and keep my sister inline. With all this running, I am tired and I still have to set her room up.
Today I met the guy my mother will be officially dating once her divorce goes through. I knew he was a good guy and from what my mom was telling me I knew I liked him. Although she described him in was that made him seem too good to be human, I tried my best to see what she really meant. I must admit physically he is not what I would have picked for her but he is a handsome man with a nice body. He has a great personality and the best feature of all. . . I can have a real conversation with him.
My love life is a little more complicated yet still existent if you can call it that. Damian had surgery on the 15th but being the G he is he is forcing a quick recovery. Jerry is making a point to remind me how much he misses me but every time I have time to talk to him, he is asleep or at work. I really need to tell him what is going on so it doesn’t seem like I am avoiding him.
However, I am technically single. And there are three guys I have a little crush on at work, not sure, if any of them are gay so I am not getting my hopes up, not to mention I work with them.
The past several days I have been, feeling really overwhelmed with emotion and needed someone who would listen to me. Out of all the people I know there was only one I knew I could really open up to. Jazz was busy with her life in NYC and her phone hardly works. I was angry with Jason and Gina, well she has her own issues and although she is a great listener, I would still need a little advice on how to deal.
Of all the people, I know Joshua is the one great listener. As I list all my best friends, I realize each one has a specialty. Josh s my soon to be best friend for his ability to be in touch with his emotions on such a level its downright annoying at times but it is also helps him see into others and relate as needed. And I was missing that so we are talking now. I haven’t poured out my heart and soul as I wanted to but I think its coming.
Last Tuesday my car was towed again. Jason told me parking in an iffy spot was ok because he did it before. When we returned to my car, it was gone. I was sick the next day so I called out of work. When I made the call, I could barley talk. I knew I was getting sick all Tuesday I just didn’t feel myself. I had to spend the whole day at Jason’s house I had no money to take septa and my house keys were in my car. I had to wait for my last unemployment check to hit my account. Needles to say I dint hit until Friday because I filled something out wrong.
Thursday was the big day. My mother had been diagnosed with breast cancer. The solution was a mastectomy. It was scheduled for that Thursday. I washed the closes on my back and put them on again in the morning after taking a shower. The day was truly an off day for me. I left the house without my cell phone and my hair was beyond hope, not to mention I spent the whole day in the hospital with no money. Everyone showed up grandma, my two aunts, my uncle and my mom’s good friend Donna who drove us to the hospital.
After what felt like a century, the doctor came and told us everything went well and that she would soon be moved to recovery. We went to the next waiting room, a few hours more hours latter and me almost cursing out a nurse, we were allowed to see her two by two. My sister and I were first.
My mother groggy from the anesthesia did not hesitate to joke. “Did you see the truck that hit me?” I not being sure if she was joking or a little loopy from the anesthesia felt the need to tell her she wasn’t hit by a truck. She told me it was a joke. It was hard knowing what she just went through and I was sad but tried my best not to show it.
After everyone else went to see, her Donna and I were the last two it was my second time. My mom told the truck joke and Donna didn’t miss a beat. She went along and the two of them joked but I could see Donna wanted to cry.
Every day my sister and I go to see my mother and although she looks better each and every single time. It breaks my heart when I think about what she has gone through and how she will have to wait for scars to fade. I really do love my mother and I am really seeing her strength.
The day after the surgery, I had to call out of work because I received word, while I was trying to get my car before 9:30 am, she might have to go back into the OR. I stayed almost the whole day until my sister started falling asleep.
Saturday was my first day back to work and I had to face the music. I had been honest and my boss already knew what was going on. I explained to her and her boss the major details of why I had to call out. They were just concerned and wanted me to know that the understood and wanted to make sure we were all on the same page as I am in my first 90 days.
So now I am living back in Sharon Hill, my mom is currently in the hospital, I am trying to make everything revolve around my work schedule, and keep my sister inline. With all this running, I am tired and I still have to set her room up.
Today I met the guy my mother will be officially dating once her divorce goes through. I knew he was a good guy and from what my mom was telling me I knew I liked him. Although she described him in was that made him seem too good to be human, I tried my best to see what she really meant. I must admit physically he is not what I would have picked for her but he is a handsome man with a nice body. He has a great personality and the best feature of all. . . I can have a real conversation with him.
My love life is a little more complicated yet still existent if you can call it that. Damian had surgery on the 15th but being the G he is he is forcing a quick recovery. Jerry is making a point to remind me how much he misses me but every time I have time to talk to him, he is asleep or at work. I really need to tell him what is going on so it doesn’t seem like I am avoiding him.
However, I am technically single. And there are three guys I have a little crush on at work, not sure, if any of them are gay so I am not getting my hopes up, not to mention I work with them.
The past several days I have been, feeling really overwhelmed with emotion and needed someone who would listen to me. Out of all the people I know there was only one I knew I could really open up to. Jazz was busy with her life in NYC and her phone hardly works. I was angry with Jason and Gina, well she has her own issues and although she is a great listener, I would still need a little advice on how to deal.
Of all the people, I know Joshua is the one great listener. As I list all my best friends, I realize each one has a specialty. Josh s my soon to be best friend for his ability to be in touch with his emotions on such a level its downright annoying at times but it is also helps him see into others and relate as needed. And I was missing that so we are talking now. I haven’t poured out my heart and soul as I wanted to but I think its coming.
17 May 2008
Checking In
Hey don't want anyone to think that I undated everything and walked away. Things have been really hectic. i am really busy with running around and everything. Check back soon for details.
14 May 2008
Changing Not a Little
Hey guys you noticed that i have changed the look and feel of my blog. I have even changed the basic gist of it. With that being said its time that I also change the name it no longer fits. I cant think of one at the moment so i am more then open to surgestions. you can use the comment field to leave a comment wih your surgestions.
I also want to point out the links at the bottom of the page. you'll notice, Indigo Black (Comming soon) is the first link. I am planning on launching my first completly self sustained web site by the end of the summer. In turn V.0 the look will be taken down and all my post will be moved over.
The link called V.0 any questions will always be around but all relivent post will slowly but surly be repolished and moved to this blog.
So people poke around check things out and remember I want to hear from you. always feel free to email me for advice and what ever else may be on you mind at Titus.VSBII@Gmail.com
I also want to point out the links at the bottom of the page. you'll notice, Indigo Black (Comming soon) is the first link. I am planning on launching my first completly self sustained web site by the end of the summer. In turn V.0 the look will be taken down and all my post will be moved over.
The link called V.0 any questions will always be around but all relivent post will slowly but surly be repolished and moved to this blog.
So people poke around check things out and remember I want to hear from you. always feel free to email me for advice and what ever else may be on you mind at Titus.VSBII@Gmail.com
12 May 2008
Simi Automatic Rest Rooms
So you have seem the many new advances mad to make public rest rooms more sanitary. There are the automatic soap dispensers that since when your hand is under and give you a little dab to wash ur hands, the sensing hand blowers, self flushing toilets, self flushing urinals, faucets that come on when you put your hands under and go off when you remove them, even paper towel dispensers are automatic. Its amazing to think that you can walk into a bathroom and touch only your self to come out relieved, clean, sanitized and dry.
But you have also noticed that no completely automatic bathroom exists. There is only the semiautomatic ones that create awkward moments.
Being a guy using the public restroom is already cumbersome. All those rules we had to learn in our years of going from lavatory to lavatory. We had to teach ourselves not to let our eye wonder to keep everyone else comfortable and keep us from getting into a fight. We learned to skip a urinal to keep guys with wondering eyes away from us. The courtesy flush was one we learned to keep others who could not see us from making embarrassing comments such as “What the hell was he eating?” and “OMG I’ll go find another room to use!” and finally no talking, you do not have conversation until you are at the sink (usually).
So in today’s restrooms you never know what to expect. You enter in and go to the urinal which hardly has a divider and commence taking a piss while keeping your eyes forward and junk guarded. When all is done you go to flush only to find no Handel as you are accustomed to. Just a blinking light to indicate its automatic. You then walk timidly to the sink as not to make an ass of yourself and figure out if you just put your hands under or pull a knob lift a lever or push down on the hot and cold knobs. With out think you go to get soap from the dispenser and low and behold its another automatic thing. You wave your hand under to get some soap it gives you what looks like a melting pink maggot hardly enough to clean a man sized hand. To rectify the situation you stand there like an insane person waving your hand back and forth to get an adequate amount of soap.
Just when we think the ordeal is all over and we are assured we know all the possible drying solutions we find not a hand blower but a paper towel dispenser with no lever. Once again, we wave our hand to get the right amount of towel to dry man sized hands.
To top it all off and make us almost never want to use a rest room again we see that our female friends are waiting for us.
The perfect men’s room of course would be one where everything is automatic from the door to the hand blower. It would be best if the bath room would stop accepting people once its reached maximum capacity. Or just leave it how we are used to it, completely manual and disgusting. We were trained to use those and we find it much simpler and inviting. Put frankly men are simple.
But you have also noticed that no completely automatic bathroom exists. There is only the semiautomatic ones that create awkward moments.
Being a guy using the public restroom is already cumbersome. All those rules we had to learn in our years of going from lavatory to lavatory. We had to teach ourselves not to let our eye wonder to keep everyone else comfortable and keep us from getting into a fight. We learned to skip a urinal to keep guys with wondering eyes away from us. The courtesy flush was one we learned to keep others who could not see us from making embarrassing comments such as “What the hell was he eating?” and “OMG I’ll go find another room to use!” and finally no talking, you do not have conversation until you are at the sink (usually).
So in today’s restrooms you never know what to expect. You enter in and go to the urinal which hardly has a divider and commence taking a piss while keeping your eyes forward and junk guarded. When all is done you go to flush only to find no Handel as you are accustomed to. Just a blinking light to indicate its automatic. You then walk timidly to the sink as not to make an ass of yourself and figure out if you just put your hands under or pull a knob lift a lever or push down on the hot and cold knobs. With out think you go to get soap from the dispenser and low and behold its another automatic thing. You wave your hand under to get some soap it gives you what looks like a melting pink maggot hardly enough to clean a man sized hand. To rectify the situation you stand there like an insane person waving your hand back and forth to get an adequate amount of soap.
Just when we think the ordeal is all over and we are assured we know all the possible drying solutions we find not a hand blower but a paper towel dispenser with no lever. Once again, we wave our hand to get the right amount of towel to dry man sized hands.
To top it all off and make us almost never want to use a rest room again we see that our female friends are waiting for us.
The perfect men’s room of course would be one where everything is automatic from the door to the hand blower. It would be best if the bath room would stop accepting people once its reached maximum capacity. Or just leave it how we are used to it, completely manual and disgusting. We were trained to use those and we find it much simpler and inviting. Put frankly men are simple.
Snakes Worms and MAGGOTS!
I would say it stems from my grandmothers this fear of mine. Both are terrified of snakes yet both are southern women. Neither is fearful of mice, which I find odd, their reasoning behind it is that they pretty much grew up with them and it’s a problem they had to deal with. Both my mother and father’s mothers don’t understand how a woman could be afraid of mice and find the fear laughable.
My mother is the reverse of my grandmothers she fears mice and loves snakes. She feels she should not fear the creature that eats the thing she fears.
I on the other hand don’t fear snakes but worms and maggots could cause me a heart attack. My mother finds it comical, a boy afraid of worms and maggots. I will admit I tried the whole torture of the worms gig when I was younger but if one was to ever get on me, well I’ll leave it to you imagination. When I would find one on the side walk after it had rained I would quickly shutter and take a giant step over it quickly and allow it to continue its journey to where ever it thought it might find dirt.
You can imagine my difficulty in taking out the trash in the spring and summer. My uncle told me of a true horror story that happened to him, he and I have the same fear.
One cool summer evening my uncle had delayed in taking out the trash. So he had to do it under nightfall. In the back yard there was no light so with it being dark it could not clearly see the trash cans. Much to his dismay he soon found out that the can were covered in maggots. Just when he relized why the can appeared to be moving, he found himself to be covered. horror-struck he screamed while trying to become uncovered.
Hearing the cries for help my grand mother rushed to the back yeard to find her baby boy being attacked by evile morsels of white larvae. Screaming she at once truied to help him. The two of them standing in the backyeard in fear and trying to become free. While trying to help her son she inturn became covered and they both ended up trying to release the other.
Each and every time my uncle tries to tell this story I become so engulfed with fear that I skip past the dramatic details and ask how he became free. He would then say “I ran to the shower, then poured bleach all over the trash cans.”
My cousins and aunts would laugh hysterically at this story but I feel my uncle’s trauma. However I must admit it is quite comical.
The first and only time I went down to meet my fathers extended family, I went with my grand mother her friend and my aunt. It was the last night and in true southern tradition we went house to house to say good bye. Luckily for us everyone lived in quite close proximity.
Unfortunately, for my grandmother the field we had to cross had haughty grass and was poorly lit. me having knowledge of her fear of sneaks I formed the perfect prank. When she was distracted in conversation I took my finger and rubbed her ankle while making a hissing sound. I kid you not when I say she jumped three feet in the air. When she realized what had happened she retorted in a loving mannor, “Victor I’m a knock the shit out a you.” We all laughed harder. One time was funnie but three times were priceless. Each time was just as effective as the first. I could tell my grandmotrher was not as into it as the rest ofd us so I left it at three.
So that in a nut shell is proof that fears are hereditary.
09 May 2008
My True Love is Anonymous
Now that i am officially over my ex this is how i feel. i never listened to the lyrics of this song until today. It amazing i never thought i would or could find a song that would convey how i feel completely but here it is was in front of me the whole time.
Anonymous lyrics
(feat. Timbaland)
[VERSE 1]
For a minute it was looking like
I'd end up one of those guys
Spending my whole life
Looking for a special lady to save me
Maybe I'll never be satisfied
Had a couple bad lucks and a couple dimes
Now that I'm looking for you
Why are you so hard to find?
I thought I took one step
I took two back
I'm not even close this time
And thats a fact
All I know is that we'd be the perfect match
So where you at love?
I just gotta find you, yeah.
I wanna know, I wanna know
Your name, Your name, Your name
Why you gotta be anonymous?
I gotta know, I gotta know
Your name, Your name, Your name
Why you gotta be anonymous?
Baby I want you so much
Wanna hold, wanna feel your touch
Come fast girl I'm in a rush
Why you gotta be anonymous?
I wanna know, I gotta know
Your name, Your name, Your name
Why you gotta be anonymous?
[BRIDGE]
What's your name?
Anonymous
Where you at?
Anonymous
When I think about you I get a rush
I wanna meet my Ms.Anonymous
[VERSE 2]
Only see you when I close my eyes
We on borrowed time
When I delayed the sunlight
Everything I tried to tell you I failed to
Maybe I'll tell you another time
How you keeping me so pre-occupied
Got a strong hold on me
Pay me no never mind
I thought I took one step
I took two back
I'm not even close this time
And thats a fact
All I know is that we'd be the perfect match
So where you at love?
I just gotta find you, babe.
I wanna know, I wanna know
Your name, Your name, Your name
Why you gotta be anonymous?
I gotta know, I gotta know
Your name, Your name, Your name
Why you gotta be anonymous?
Baby I want you so much
Wanna hold, wanna feel your touch
Come fast girl I'm in a rush
Why you gotta be anonymous?
I wanna know, I gotta know
Your name, Your name, Your name
Why you gotta be anonymous?
What's your name?
Anonymous
Where you at?
Anonymous
When I think about you I get a rush
I wanna meet my Ms.Anonymous
[VERSE 3 - TIMBALAND]
Is ya name MaryAnne,
Or KathyLee?
Wanna hold my hand?
Come get with me.
Which dime wanna ride?
Everything on me
Girl you aint gotta lie
Tell me what's it gon be
I gotta know, I gotta know [x7]
Bobby V Bobby V Timothy Timothy
Tell them bring in the hook baby
I wanna know, I wanna know
Your name, Your name, Your name
Why you gotta be anonymous?
I gotta know, I gotta know
Your name, Your name, Your name
Why you gotta be anonymous?
Baby I want you so much
Wanna hold, wanna feel your touch
Come fast girl I'm in a rush
Why you gotta be anonymous?
I wanna know, I gotta know
Your name, Your name, Your name
Why you gotta be anonymous?
What's your name?
Anonymous
Where you at?
Anonymous
When I think about you I get a rush
I wanna meet my Ms.Anonymous
Yeah, Valentino, This another one, let's go
Ride with me girl, I been looking for you
Let's go yeah
08 May 2008
Bye Josh
I read his blogs and analyze, when I get his text I think on how I should respond and what he is really trying to say between the lines. I talk to him on the phone and try to mind my P's and Q's. I try to remember who I really am and let it shine through.
When we dated I saw his flaws and allowed my growing love for him mask them. I cooked, I cleaned, went grocery shopping with him and hung with his friends but he refused to let me in completely and when he did share how he felt he always said sorry. Latter he broke my heart but pulling away completely. We then tried to be friends. I laughed with him and tried to understand him. I tried to open up in my usual way but he never saw through the ways I try to protect my feelings. I wondered hard about how I fell in love with someone who honestly loved someone else. He was unable to understand me and I always never looked him in the eye.
I denied my love until one night I was in bed with a therapist who tried hard not to analyze but couldn't help but give in. He told me things about my self that I felt but never understood like how I was not bipolar just a little depressed occasionally about my life and that I set ridiculously high standards for the guys I date. I realized there had only ever been one guy who fell short in almost every way and I still wanted. The guy who broke my heart.
I now read his blogs and still wonder why cant he see I am trying and want to continue to try to love the only way I know how. With all my heart.
My heart has been given to so many people and crushed. My mother has told me for as long as I remember not to wear my heart on my sleeve. I have had best friends turn on me lie about me and I could not help but forgive. I have had family put me in situations that I could not escape and I dealt with them the best I knew how. I can honestly say I have always tried to make the best of every situation. I am a survivor. Look at my life.
Now at 22 there is a part of me that just wants to give not only the physical and of my time but my emotions. I am bursting I wanted a true friend for as long as I can remember someone I could tell everything to. Someone who got me and I Found Jaz she know me all to well and I barely have to tell her a thing and she remains loyal. Then I met Jason and the same thing. I have two best friends that know me better than any one I ever tried to befriend. I know they will always love me and will always tell me the truth. Now that I know what real friends are I except nothing less.
So how one change romantic love into simple friend love, how dose one take an ex boy friend and make him just a friend. He wont give of himself, he wont truly open up to you. He has this image of me that I cant figure out. He likes all hies other people and still sleeps with me. He flat out doesn't want to be with me but he is no Jason and surly no Jaz.
Where dose he fit. He get jealous when I mention other guys and hates it when I bitch about them. He finds my mean side fake and unappealing. His idea of hanging out with me is staying in and watching a movie.
I feel he has little regard for the fact I actually loved him yet he plays on it to get quick satisfaction. Where in my life would that person fit? He talks of marriage to the guy who will sweep him off his feet ans how fun it is to “play house”
when I ask him flat out questions to clarify who we are to each other I get “I don't Know” I read his blog to find he not only is still in love with his ex but had a 4 year crush on some other guy that he recently slept with, Where dose this guy fit into my life. A guy who is consumed by his job and his emotions that he can not share with me. “I don't know” is not an option as an answer for me. So I had no choice but to say good by.
It hurts to have someone say to you, “your not good enough and never will be no matter how hard you try” in a long drawn out display. Its easier to hear “Your not what I want” or when they say lets just be friends they honestly treat you like a friend.
I am finally angry enough with him to say it, There was the one time I looked into his eyes and I was hurt buy what I saw, a night where I cooked him dinner and joked with him on the couch I saw he wasn't there and there was where I got my answer to all his “I don't knows.”
He knew but refused to accept it. He made a mistake.
My Guy
Ever want something so bad you can taste it? A guy a girl the king of all chocolate bars? Since I was 20 there has been that one thing I wanted. A guy to love and who would love me in return. Yes I have this description in my head of what I want him to look like the kind of money he should make, his family, the car he drives, where he lives, and all that other stuff. But I know that the material and physical is all fantasy. However the love part is real.
I should be able to come home and cry in his arms about work or what ever and he should be assured that if there is nothing more he can do that the fact he allows me to stay in his arms will make it alright in my eyes and vice versa. He should know that when he is in need I will be there to give my all. His answer to honey how was your day will never be a simply fine or OK. We will delight in telling each other about the funny, the sad, the depressing, and other parts of our day that others may find insignificant.
Time away from each other wont feel brutal or relieving but will make the time together more enjoyable. To share a bed will feel far more natural than sleeping alone. On nights we don't cuddle, to simply know we are sleeping next to one another will give us joy. The little things we do each day for one another will mean more than the Christmas and birthday presents that we give.
to sit and talk about any and everything over a cup of coffee or tea on Sunday afternoons will be cherished.
There will be arguing, disagreement, and misunderstandings because no one is perfect. There will be times when I will want him to do things that he think are stupid and I should not request of him. Times when I think its cold and he thinks it hot. He wants steak and I want fish. He says movies and I say clubbing. But even during our heated debates over child rearing, dinner plans, and disgusting habits, we are a little happy deep down inside because we know we love each other.
But above all despite our past apart and together we are secure in knowing that we can always be honest with the other. This is what I want. Think about most people don't eat candy bars for the chocolate or candy coating its whats inside that makes them call it their favorite.
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