Date #2

Date #2:
So after my first cyber boy date I was actually looking forward to meeting and going out with other boys I met on the site. It didn't take long before I was asked by Date #2 to meet for a drink. This boy really didn't waste any time. After finding each other on the site we sent a few e-mails, he gave me his number, I gave him mine, he called, I called back.

Right away it was very easy to talk with him on the phone. We laughed and joked with each other and I think we were both looking forward to meeting the other so we set up a date for the following week. The night we were suppose to go out I realized I had double booked my night, I had a connect group right around the same time we were suppose to meet up. So I called him and asked if we could push the date to another night. However, he was booked the rest of the week. Luckily after making some phone calls I found out that I would be able to keep my date with Date #2 after all, so I called him back and we made plans to meet at 8pm. At 7pm he called to tell me he wouldn't be able to make the date. Date #2 was stuck at work and asked if we could reschedule for tomorrow after his softball game? Wait a minute here - I thought he'd said he was booked?
I text him back Flake (should I have called him out on his lie too? ahhh I'll let that one slide, this time) ;) He text back 'you're feisty aren't ya'? Yep :)
It's something the boy should know. I don't want to waste his time, but I'm really not going to waste mine with a boy who can't handle a feisty girl. It's best to lay the truth on the table right away. My on-line profile does; forward, raw, straight to the point, no B.S. Why not?! I'm not trying to meet a boy who likes an image of a girl that I falsified. If I am going to spend my moments meeting up with a boy it better be because he liked what the girl was about, what she's looking for, what she will give in the relationship and what she won't. Like the saying goes- 'I am not looking for perfect, just perfect for me'. Part of me thinks my profile is a bit too direct, but then I say -this is me. Take it or leave it, I can't pretend to be someone else and why would I want to?

So here I am once again scrambling to make it out the door in time for my date. I don't know why. I was home early with a couple hours to relax and hang with my sis and nephew. Nevertheless, here I am throwing on some clothes, quick glance in the mirror. Wait! Am I wearing the same pair of shoes? Have you ever done that? Run out of the house only to look down hours later and realize that in your haste to find the perfect pair of shoes to go with your outfit that you actually walked out of the house with both options on your feet? I have and let me tell you, it is quite embarrassing and usually non-fixable as your home undoubtedly is too many miles away to make the trip worth while.
A quick glance down reveals that the heels on my feet are in deed a pair. Out the door I fly. I am sweating by this point, so the window is down, letting in the cool air and fluffing up my straightened hair. Mascara brush in hand, music blaring, vanity mirror down - what a perfect name for a little thing that keeps my attention more then the road ahead. I have to get there on time..

Voom Voom

My day was long and I am exhausted. It would be nice to curl up at home with a book or mindless activity and just fall asleep, but instead I am driving 45 minutes to meet a boy. A boy I do not know, a boy I may not like, but one must live and in order to live fully one must learn to live in the moment. A lesson I know but often forget. So hear I am putting myself out there for the sake of living rather then simply existing. But first a stop, I need a boost, I need an energy drink. Must wake brain up for intellectual conversation soon to be had and no doubt expected of me.

I arrive first. Date #2 has chosen a cute little wine bar and bistro in Encinitas. I walk into the restaurant and again I get the knowing stares from the other guests sitting in the restaurant. I must have a note pinned to my shirt that I can't see and only they can read stating 'Yes, I am here to meet a cyber boy'. It's a bit embarrassing, the stares, so I bee-line it to the ladies room. A quick pee and a glance in the mirror tells me I have performed another successful dare devil application of make-up. Yes!

Back in the restaurant I choose a table and sit. The server comes over, he flirts, I flirt. Wait a second - am I really going to meet a boy while waiting for another? Well, when it rains it pours and I could feel bad but I don't. Date #2 is late, we haven't met, there's no love match yet, I am still fair game. So I relax, and chat and wait. The guests in the restaurant watch. The triangle ensues. People are eager to see how this will play out. Will she choose Date #2 or server boy?
Just then date #2 steps in, server boy steps out. I introduce the players. The game commences.

Me and Date #2 chat easily. The conversation flows as we look over the menu and decide what wine we will drink and what food to put in our bellies.
He tells me about his work, his travels, I share with him mine, both of us engaged in the conversation. We are the last ones in the restaurant, the spectators have all gone home. We finish our last sip of wine and he pays the bill. As we leave we ask server boy where we can go that's still open. He tells us and I wave goodbye. Ding, Ding, Ding and we have a winner!

I will be seeing the boy again...

Girls Night Out~

My future sis in-law was struggling with the idea of my brother off on his bachelor cruise and so to help with the agony of wondering and dominating thoughts she invited me and some of her girlfriends out to help keep her thoughts at bay. Most times I struggle to go out. It's a whole process to just talk myself into going out, it's just not my thing. Don't get me wrong, in high school I think I puked every weekend as a direct result of drinking too much and partying too hard (something I am not proud of, just a fact). However, by the time I got into college I was partied out and since then, still have my moments of dancing on bars, but they are few and far in between.

We finish dinner and as we walk away from our table I ask my sis, who has also joined us, if she could drop me off at my car on her way home. She says sure, but as I say goodbye to my future sis in-law and her friends the wrath ensues, so... We walk to our destination -En Fuego and it is anything but "On Fire". The painful memory of why I don't like going out engulfs me. Different people, same ol' scene. This guy trying to get into this girls pants, whispering the same sweet nothings into her ear that just moments before he whispered in another girls ear who, luckily, was smart enough to blow him off. Do boys really think we buy these lines? "You're too pretty to be in this bar' , 'I can tell you're a classy girl' , 'you seem really intelligent, not like these other girls" .PLEASE! Boys you could get so much further with a girl if you just spoke to her like a human and not a piece of ass you're looking to score! Enough with the lines, have a damn conversation already! If the conversation is good and you can hold her attention, she'll go home with you. AND if she doesn't, well then you would be smart to consider her girlfriend material!

We meander over to the bar, find a space and huddle as girls always do. Girls go out to meet boys but then make themselves unapproachable by creating a circle like a cult huddled around its next offering chanting to one another in a language only we can understand. We order Tequila shots which are more like a glass of tequila. How am I going to get this down? It takes three lame attempts to get it down - I am waaaay out of practice, but finally it is gone. Perhaps now I won't find this scene so annoying...
- no such luck -

We make the group decision to head out and try the next bar down the street. As we round the corner, our high heels clapping on the pavement, our hips swaying like an alley cat with each provocative step. Their is a hottie leaning against a mailbox. (Well hello there) -Looks like the night just got better ;) We show our IDs to the bouncer standing guard at the door, flipping our wallets open like as FBI shows his badge -With authority and an air that says, I'm coming in whether you like it or not. The four of us enter the bar, leaving a trail of perfume in our path. Hello boys, we've arrived!

It's a meat fest in here and there are some of the hottest boys I have seen on the scene in a long time. You just have to love San Diego! We push our way into the sea of testosterone. It is hot in here, both literally and figuratively and I am ready to play as the effects of the Tequila takes hold. My sis in-law having seen my interest in the boy outside, appears out of nowhere with HIM and pushes him at me-literally...Game Over, before it even had a chance to begin. No biggie onto the next, there is plenty to choose from.

The bar has no dance floor so the dancing is happening all around us and I am bounced from one hip shaking ass to the next. Please make it stop... There are boys all around and I wonder what attracts them to this bar with so few options? One of the friends of the 'hot' boy strikes up a conversation with me. We laugh about how ridiculous it is that we are so smashed in this bar and willingly here submitting ourselves to the chaos. With so few options for the boys it doesn't take long before our girl cult is surrounded. Our safety net is destroyed and we are separated, to each our own.

Pictures are being snapped of us with boys I do not know, invitations to house parties once the bar shuts down. Lines are being slurred into my ear, I smile sweetly, no point telling him his lines won't get him anywhere, he'll know soon enough. LAST CALL...
I say goodnight leaving him standing their as I walk away and the lights come on. The realization that he just spent the last moments of his night trying to get into the pants of the wrong girl sinks in.

The boy quickly scans the bar for the last remaining remnants of girl perfume...

Date #1

I had my first date with a cyber boy. We met at a little coffee shop off Via De La Valle called Pannikin. It's this great little coffee shop, slash book shop. I have already texted the guy asking if we could meet later in the day then originally planned, so I didn't want to ask again, so here I am at the house scrambling to get ready for my date, starving but no time to eat.

My day started off mellow, I was suppose to go and have lunch with a boy and his son for the boys birthday, but as to be expected that didn't happen. (I'd explain, but there's really no point wasting yours or any more of my time with that story) So, my day quickly filled up with my RE clients. 'I wanna see this house and that house', ' when can you meet the plumber so he can give an estimate on the house?' etc. My days go like this daily. I can never say no, so I don't and suddenly a day that was suppose to be spent doing things for me suddenly turns into doing things for them. But never mind all that, let me get back to my point.

I am flying in my 4 Runner voom vooming past the other drivers on the road - I hope I don't get a ticket that would really suck - I have a stop I have to make along the way. I need to put a lock box on one of my listings in Rancho Santa Fe, no biggie, it's on the way. So I throw my Runner around the corners, screeching tires, the smell of rubber. I hate being late although no matter how hard I try I am always a solid 5 minutes late. Just ask my clients. Today, like everyday I am applying my mascara and eyeliner while driving, I figure it saves me time ;)

Luckily, today it does because I am early - WAY early - like 20 minutes early! Damn how did I do that? I am good :) Truthfully though, I was secretly afraid of not being the first one here. I wanted the upper hand in this game. I wanted to watch him walk in, eyes wondering the room, stopping just long enough on each single girl to see if she was me. I walk in, I don't see him. Wait! is that him? No, it couldn't be, could it? No, not him....whew. Now I am nervous, I could just leave, forget about this whole modern day dating BS. But I don't. Instead I text one of my best girls and do my best to laugh with her about my situation. It seems the more people I tell the less ridiculous it seems, or it is the other way around? hmmmm...

I scan the room again, I do not see him so I have the smart idea of calling him to see which lone boy pics up his phone. I am walking through the adorable, dusty and quaint bookstore when I hear my name. There he is: Date #1.

He is what I expected from his profile, no surprises so that is a relief in and of itself. Suddenly I relax as I stifle a huge sigh that signals my relief. So far so good. We stand in line to order our drinks. He starts right away with the 20, let's get to know eachother questions. Oh boy, how/where to begin??

We sit and talk in that little book store until my tea gets cold. Two hours later after covering every aspect of eachothers lives, talking politics, talking religion, talking travels and matters of the mind it is time for me to go. I have to meet my future sis in-law and her girlfriends for a night on the town.
Date #1 asks me if it was a good date - who does that? I tell him yes it was, afterall it was. Then the dreaded question "Would you like to do it again?" I suppose under 'normal' circumstances this would be a normal question, but this, on-line dating, is nothing but normal. I'd really like to sit on this answer, but I don't and instead say -sure - a promise I am not sure I can keep.

I'll sit on it...

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Research: Subject = Boys

So I just joined one of those online dating services. You know the ones shown on TV that promise true, lasting love - So I figured why not?! I am so busy with work and what not that I don't have time to put much effort into the search and besides the guy I was dating who is newly divorced with a little boy and promises about how amazing our relationship will be if I just stick around and wait through all the BS until he figures it out and has the time, is no longer.

Of course he promises to call me in 6 months when the divorce is finalized and he "sorts" things out and is able to give the time our relationship needs to florish, but please lets not kid ourselves. If a boy really loves a girl (like he claims he does) then he makes time for the girl and does whatever he can to make the relationship work, right?

Whatever...

I've only been on this dating site for one day & I already have a date this week and so many inquires that I can't keep up with them. The way I see it, in 6 months I'll be gone, I'm a hot commodity after all! ;)

Truly though, this whole on-line dating thing is crazy strange. I already feel like I need a personal assistant to help me organize and keep up with my life as it is but now I feel like I need an assistant to help me go through the e-mails, winks and IMs I get on the dating site. I thought these sites were suppose to make my life less complicated, save some time - that sort of thing but instead I find myself spending a couple hours chatting it up, responding to questions, checking out my matches, etc. And the matches move fast on this thing. A couple emails and a few IMs and then comes the phone call and then asked out on a date all within a few hours of your first introduction to your match. But I suppose that's what it is all about...go through as many matches as possible as fast as you can until you find your perfect, true love match! I mean why waste time?!

Watch out boys, here I come...

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The Male Species form of Communication

Is it just me, or does the male species only communicate with one another through

movie quotes?

It's no joke. The other day I was at my lil brothers 22nd Birthday party at this great dive in Solana Beach. As girls always do I am listening to 5 other conversations around the table while participating in my own and suddenly I'm completely caught up in awe over my two brothers conversation. Now one might think that my interest was peaked in their direction because of their highly intellectual level of conversation, right? Nope. That simply wasn't the case, come on these are my brothers we are still talking about. An intellectual conversation? Doubtful under any circumstance. No, what grabbed my full attention to their conversation was that the last 20 minutes of talk was done in movie quotes.

They seriously had a whole conversation reciting to one another the quotes from movies. But what was even more amazing was that they were not talking ABOUT the movie! Nope, they were talking to each other as only males can using the quotes from movies they had seen.

My older brother was telling my youngest brother about how great his bachelor party cruise was going to be. What they were going to do. What they were going to feel like before, during and after the cruise all through the reciting of movie quotes AND my youngest brother completely understood what my older brother was talking about. He would nod his head in agreement, laugh in the right moments and respond with his own movie quotes in response to my older brothers questions and stories. I mean HOLY COW! AND they are not the only males that I have observed using this form of communication.

Pay attention ladies, they all do it!

In fact, just the other day I went on a date with this guy who tried communicating like this with me! Now you have to understand something about me; I do like movies and I do watch them, but ask me who starred in them or the name of a particular actor in a movie and FORGET IT! Unless it's Brad or Angelina I'll have no idea who it is.
So for this guy to think I'd respond to his movie quote with my own movie quote as a form of communication between us must be nuts! I had to shut this idea down and shut it down fast. So I simply asked:

Read any good books lately?

Let Me Introduce You

I want to introduce you to somebody but let me start by beginning with our first encounter back in October '07.

It begins like this:
I am newly single dancing it up at Club Tao in Las Vegas. Feeling free and content with my new status for the first time since the break-up 3 months prior to a boy who thought he was a man. I'm not on the prowl, not looking for a guy to dance with or buy me a drink. I just feel great dancing on the platform overlooking the sea of dancers on the dance floor and happy I am not one of them squished amongst the sweaty club goers like a sardine in a can. I am there with one of my best girls, her man and some other people I do not know. We have a VIP table and everyone is socializing and doing their thing; full glasses of liquor in their hand, a cig dangling precariously and forgotton from the fingertips of their other hand as they scream into the ear of the person next to them and attempt a conversation over the pumping music. I am avoiding it all, even the liquor, my buzz is still lingering from dinner and besides I hate waking up sick. I am a morning person and love my workouts.
Tonight I am up on the dance platform dancing like its nobody's business, minding my own business and loving every moment of it. I am free, single and a damn good catch.
Out of no where one of the bouncers approaches me and yells into my ear that there is someone at another table that has requested my presence. I tell the bouncer "No Thanks, I am good where I'm at" he looks at me curiously and asks if I am sure? It's obvious that it doesn't happen very often that a girl would turn down the opportunity to meet some guy willing to throw down a few grand for a VIP table for a couple hours at one of vegas' hottest clubs. And apparently I can't either, because as he begins to walk away, confused and shaking his head I reach out to grab his shoulder. I am not sure why I did it, its so not like me to do things like that but I am single now and this is what being single is all about, right? Meeting new people and putting yourself out there? And besides my best girl is busy with her guy so I tell the bouncer "okay".

He lifts me up and over the dividers seperating the VIP tables and carries me over to where I have been requested like a waiter would serve a drink to his guests.
As he plunks me down, I scan my new group of "friends" and I suddenly regret my decision. It's a group of 4 or 5 guys one of which is sucking face to the point of intercourse with a girl whose face I cannot see. My first thought is to turn and walk away. No one is dancing and everyone is just standing around with expressionless faces. I look longingly over to my table but there is no one looking my way, no one to send my secret SOS signal pleeing for a sly action that would release me from my current situation.

Oh well, I hate being rude so I stay and begin to move my hips to the beat of the music determined to make the best of my situation until I can make a clean getaway without anyone noticing.
Before long one of the quiet boys approaches me, his name is Tucker. I tell him mine and we begin to dance and attempt a conversation. The typical "where are you from" - we find out we are both from California, "what are you doing here" - work related, etc. We begin to dance with the beat that is cursing through our bodies, moving closer and closer until our hips meet and our bodies are so close they become one. We stare intently into each others eyes, never taking them off the other. We are no longer attempting small talk, what's the point? Suddenly we are kissing passionately, feverishly, intensely. Our kisses are perfect, no awkward teeth knocking or slobbering as we meld into one.

The moment of it overwhelms me and I push away from him, disappearing through the crowd, leaving him standing there, wondering. What just happened?! I make a be-line for our table grabbing my best girls hand along the way as I push and pull us through the crowd and into the sanctuary of the ladies room. I tell her what just happened. "Calm down" she says "Have fun, go with it!" hmmmm that's a new concept relax, have fun? I think I can do that ? ? So we make our way back to our table and I begin to dance again. The DJ is doing his job well and every song is better then the next, I can't stop dancing, I am having an amazing time. I look over to his table, Tucker is typing feverishly on his BB. The moment has passed and I see no reason to go back so I stay where I'm at, happy and content.

Just then one of the other quite boys from his table approaches me, "Do you know who that is" No. "That's one of the biggest Producers in Hollywood!" Oh. I can't help but giggle and roll my eyes. Boys can be so silly, do they really think these lame stories get the girls? The nerve of this Tucker boy to send over his friend to sell himself to the girl. heehee Tucker's friend having accomplished his task walks back over to their table. I dance a few more songs but can't stop laughing to myself, I have to call this guy out on his lame attempt to get the girl. So I walk over to where he is sitting on the couch still typing into his BB. I put my hand on the sofa behind him and lean down. I yell into his ear over the screaming of the music I can't believe you had your buddy come over and talk you up to me. You're hilarious! You don't have to be some Hollywood Producer for me to want to dance with you. Tucker is just staring at me "What? I didn't tell him to go over there." Sure you didn't, I think to myself as I straighten up and begin to walk away. Tucker stands "hey where are you going?" - we begin to dance again. As the night wears on I tell him that if he's looking for a girl to take back to his room he would be better off picking another girl in the club cause I won't be going back to his hotel with him. I'm not that kind of girl despite what he might of been hoping our kiss was leading to.

We dance until the lights come on. My best girl and her boy are ready to go back to their room. I look at Tucker, he's not ready to call it a night so I tell my girl I'll be up to my room later.

Tucker and I walk out of the club and into the flashy, dinging chaos of the Casino. He pulls a couple hundred out of the "money" machine for me to play the slots. Definitly not a big time Hollywood producer - a couple hundred??? Please.
20 minutes later after the slot machine sucked up the last of the dollars I glance down at my phone, it's 5:46 in the early morning, I tell Tucker it's been fun, but I need to get some sleep. He walks me back to my elevator. We kiss again, talk & laugh in the alcove for at least an hour as people exit the elevators refreshed from a good nights sleep and on their way to a breakfast buffet of grease, grease and a stomach ache. I finally take the elevator up to my room ALONE. While still in the elevator I get a txt: I'm happy I met you tonight. Goodnight.

And so the story begins...