Well my friends, it happened. Skip kissed me! Eeeeeeek!!
And it was so out of the blue, I almost thought I was imagining it like some scene out of Ally McBeal... I literally pinched myself. And then I froze. Cause I wanted to explode and tell him how long I have been waiting for that to happen. And everything that I felt for him. But instead I said nothing. I sat there, and smiled. And said absolutely nothing. And then he reached for my hand under the blanket, and we sat there, like two little teeny boppers holding hands and watching a movie. My heart was literally beating out of my chest. And then he kissed me again, and again.. and again. Sigh...
Since it happened, I've been replaying it in my head a gajillion times. And I can't shake this grin. Or the millions of butterflies in my stomach. Or how amazing of a cuddler he is. But mostly, I can't get this certain song out of my head. And luckily, there is a perfect little video that best describes how I'm feeling..
I am in trouble.. Big time.
Monday, November 29, 2010
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Road Soda
So friends, I have another one for ya. And I mean, honestly, I'm glad i am writing this stuff down. Because maybe I am supposed to use all this "research" for writing a book, or screenplay, or sitcom someday. Because I just can't explain it any other way.
So get cozy, maybe hit the potty beforehand, and settle in for this months juicy morsel of insanity.
Ladies, this is the story of Chaz:
I met Chaz right when I got back from Bali, so my skin was tan and my guard was down. I was at work, and as much as I hate meeting guys there, it happens. But how we met was pretty interesting in itself. Chaz walks up to me and starts complaining about how his whole table got cleared and they weren't finished. Conversation was as follows:
Chaz: Dude! Someone cleared all our drinks and they were totally full!
(I was the one who cleared the drinks, that were nowhere near full... and the table was empty. But I played dumb.. Clearly.)
Me: Dude! Really? That doesn't sound like something we would do.. we only clear tables that are empty and no one is sitting at.
Chaz: Well, we were in the bathroom!
M: We??
C: Yeah, me and my buddies.
M: I'm pretty sure that is the first time I have EVER heard of three men going to the bathroom together. But if you say so... talk to the bartender.
Then one of Chaz's friends comes walking up, pushes him out of the way, and I am preparing myself for another angry tirade about his lost beer. But instead I get:
Guy: Do you have a boyfriend?? Cause, oh the things I would do to you..
Me: Umm.. I'm sorry, WHAT?
And then Guy proceeded to run his mouth with all kinds of inappropriateness. I'll spare you all the details. I was shocked. And granted just coming back from a Sanity Break, was not prepared for these types of pigs. But I caught up real quick.
After he proceeded to tell me, "If you were my girl, we would neverrr leave the house. I'm talking 24 hours a day, 7 days a week.." I answered him with, "First off, I'm not a 'girl', I'm a lady. Secondly, umm.. I also have a brain. And I'm not some piece of meat. And third, THAT doesn't even sound like fun! I mean, all day, every day?? Really? When would I eat? Or sleep? I can't even go outside?? And what girls like that?? Really, who? All day?!? Please!"
All three of the guys were pretty much speechless after my little speech, but then I looked over at Chaz, and he seemed really embarrassed. I was curious what a surfer guy was doing with such a douche bag like that guy.. but that answer came much later. I don't know why I ended up giving Chaz my number that night. I think partly it was to be a lesson for his tool of a friend. And partly cause I thought he was cute, and thought it was cute that he asked me to grab a tea, or go for a hike sometime. So I gave him my number, not expecting anything to come from it.
Then he called. And called again. And told me, "I'm gonna keep bugging you until you call me back" in a charming, not creepy kind of way. So I called him. And when he answered, he didn't play the "your number is programmed in my phone but I'm going to act like I don't know who this is" game. He said, "Hey Jamie, how are you?" and I really liked that. And we ended up talking for like two hours.. about all kinds of stuff. And I was really surprised at how cool he was. And how nice he was. And the fact that he hadn't sent me a single text. Could it be?? A normal man!?
So, we had plans set to go hiking that next week. Then the rains came and we both got busy with life. Never ended up hanging out or talking on the phone again.. but those texts sure started appearing. Random ones asking me why we never hung out, as if it was my job to ask him out and plan a date. I know its 2010, but I'm old fashioned. I like to be treated like a lady.
Flash forward to present time.. I have seen Chaz once, and talked to him once. Both of those happened in September. So when he sends me a text asking to hang out, I'm trying to remember what he looked like, and what exactly we had in common.. but I say yes. We go meet at this cute little bar around the corner from my house. And I get kinda nervous. It almost felt like a blind date. Cause I really couldn't remember what the guy looked like! Then he walked in. And I was pleasantly surprised.
I mean, he was cute! Pretty eyes. Check! Nice teeth. Check! Age appropriate. Check! Makes me laugh. Check! Smart, cause he just got his masters and is going for his PhD. Check! Check! So what could go wrong??
Let's just say that him complaining about an almost-empty drink when I first met him, should have been my first sign. After sucking down his drink, he began complaining about the cost of said drink. And when the bartender asked him if he wanted another, he said, "yeah right.. I'd rather just go buy some booze at a liquor store and drink it in my car." Which then got us on another interesting topic for a first date: Drinking and Driving. He said, and I quote, "There is nothing wrong with a little road soda.." End quote.
Road soda?? Like there's an actual name for that sort of thing! O.M.G.. this is too good. This date was going so bad I almost didn't want to leave it. In fact, we ended up leaving the bar and sitting in his car to talk some more. I wanted to know just how bad this train was gonna wreck. And when he started burping and hiccuping I pretty much knew we had reached that point. Or was it when he peed in a bush. Or when asked what his future plans are, he said "I'm not really sure... what do I do with a Masters in Spanish?".. Or was it when he said he wanted to go get high and watch the movie "Willow".
I wish I was making this up.
My mom wanted to know how me and Chaz left things. I told her that I just left. No "talk to you soon" or "let's do this again!".. I did tell him to get home safe though.. But that was mostly for my sake. Sharing the road with Mr. Road Soda was not too comforting. But I'm guessing he made it home that night, cause the next night I got a text pretty late saying "Hey Girl!" and I laughed pretty hard. It wasn't until I got the text the next day that said, "Hey, how much is the place your parents are renting?" that I freaked out.
Yeah, right. I think its safe to say that me and Chaz will not be sharing a mailbox, a driveway, or any road sodas in our future.
Adios, Senor!
So get cozy, maybe hit the potty beforehand, and settle in for this months juicy morsel of insanity.
Ladies, this is the story of Chaz:
I met Chaz right when I got back from Bali, so my skin was tan and my guard was down. I was at work, and as much as I hate meeting guys there, it happens. But how we met was pretty interesting in itself. Chaz walks up to me and starts complaining about how his whole table got cleared and they weren't finished. Conversation was as follows:
Chaz: Dude! Someone cleared all our drinks and they were totally full!
(I was the one who cleared the drinks, that were nowhere near full... and the table was empty. But I played dumb.. Clearly.)
Me: Dude! Really? That doesn't sound like something we would do.. we only clear tables that are empty and no one is sitting at.
Chaz: Well, we were in the bathroom!
M: We??
C: Yeah, me and my buddies.
M: I'm pretty sure that is the first time I have EVER heard of three men going to the bathroom together. But if you say so... talk to the bartender.
Then one of Chaz's friends comes walking up, pushes him out of the way, and I am preparing myself for another angry tirade about his lost beer. But instead I get:
Guy: Do you have a boyfriend?? Cause, oh the things I would do to you..
Me: Umm.. I'm sorry, WHAT?
And then Guy proceeded to run his mouth with all kinds of inappropriateness. I'll spare you all the details. I was shocked. And granted just coming back from a Sanity Break, was not prepared for these types of pigs. But I caught up real quick.
After he proceeded to tell me, "If you were my girl, we would neverrr leave the house. I'm talking 24 hours a day, 7 days a week.." I answered him with, "First off, I'm not a 'girl', I'm a lady. Secondly, umm.. I also have a brain. And I'm not some piece of meat. And third, THAT doesn't even sound like fun! I mean, all day, every day?? Really? When would I eat? Or sleep? I can't even go outside?? And what girls like that?? Really, who? All day?!? Please!"
All three of the guys were pretty much speechless after my little speech, but then I looked over at Chaz, and he seemed really embarrassed. I was curious what a surfer guy was doing with such a douche bag like that guy.. but that answer came much later. I don't know why I ended up giving Chaz my number that night. I think partly it was to be a lesson for his tool of a friend. And partly cause I thought he was cute, and thought it was cute that he asked me to grab a tea, or go for a hike sometime. So I gave him my number, not expecting anything to come from it.
Then he called. And called again. And told me, "I'm gonna keep bugging you until you call me back" in a charming, not creepy kind of way. So I called him. And when he answered, he didn't play the "your number is programmed in my phone but I'm going to act like I don't know who this is" game. He said, "Hey Jamie, how are you?" and I really liked that. And we ended up talking for like two hours.. about all kinds of stuff. And I was really surprised at how cool he was. And how nice he was. And the fact that he hadn't sent me a single text. Could it be?? A normal man!?
So, we had plans set to go hiking that next week. Then the rains came and we both got busy with life. Never ended up hanging out or talking on the phone again.. but those texts sure started appearing. Random ones asking me why we never hung out, as if it was my job to ask him out and plan a date. I know its 2010, but I'm old fashioned. I like to be treated like a lady.
Flash forward to present time.. I have seen Chaz once, and talked to him once. Both of those happened in September. So when he sends me a text asking to hang out, I'm trying to remember what he looked like, and what exactly we had in common.. but I say yes. We go meet at this cute little bar around the corner from my house. And I get kinda nervous. It almost felt like a blind date. Cause I really couldn't remember what the guy looked like! Then he walked in. And I was pleasantly surprised.
I mean, he was cute! Pretty eyes. Check! Nice teeth. Check! Age appropriate. Check! Makes me laugh. Check! Smart, cause he just got his masters and is going for his PhD. Check! Check! So what could go wrong??
Let's just say that him complaining about an almost-empty drink when I first met him, should have been my first sign. After sucking down his drink, he began complaining about the cost of said drink. And when the bartender asked him if he wanted another, he said, "yeah right.. I'd rather just go buy some booze at a liquor store and drink it in my car." Which then got us on another interesting topic for a first date: Drinking and Driving. He said, and I quote, "There is nothing wrong with a little road soda.." End quote.
Road soda?? Like there's an actual name for that sort of thing! O.M.G.. this is too good. This date was going so bad I almost didn't want to leave it. In fact, we ended up leaving the bar and sitting in his car to talk some more. I wanted to know just how bad this train was gonna wreck. And when he started burping and hiccuping I pretty much knew we had reached that point. Or was it when he peed in a bush. Or when asked what his future plans are, he said "I'm not really sure... what do I do with a Masters in Spanish?".. Or was it when he said he wanted to go get high and watch the movie "Willow".
I wish I was making this up.
My mom wanted to know how me and Chaz left things. I told her that I just left. No "talk to you soon" or "let's do this again!".. I did tell him to get home safe though.. But that was mostly for my sake. Sharing the road with Mr. Road Soda was not too comforting. But I'm guessing he made it home that night, cause the next night I got a text pretty late saying "Hey Girl!" and I laughed pretty hard. It wasn't until I got the text the next day that said, "Hey, how much is the place your parents are renting?" that I freaked out.
Yeah, right. I think its safe to say that me and Chaz will not be sharing a mailbox, a driveway, or any road sodas in our future.
Adios, Senor!
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