...Out of the Mouths of Babes

"Boys are for girls enjoyment", by Missy @ 11 yrs old.

V Day...Many Happy Returns!

I thought I heard everything, but I was floored when this story was relayed to me. It’s Valentine’s Day, a woman gives her debit card to her boyfriend to purchase a gift for her. Uum, does he not have his own money? I digress. Apparently not or he’s just plain smart. He was at the store, attempting to make the purchase and was declined. The information was relayed to her but she didn’t want to know the amount or where her “beloved” was shopping.

One would hope that she received this impressive piece of jeweler, purchased at Zales and that she was wowed! We'll never know. But, honey get a clue. He's NOT WORTH IT!!!!

This tales reads all wrong! First she compromised her account. Secondly, she compromised herself. There’s not enough love in the world that should make someone this desperate. But there are endless stories of women looking for love in all the wrong places.

Sandwich Guy...Gone

There's always a story but I spare you the details. Sandwich Guy....you're outta here! Delete!

BTW..thanks to my bouncer buddy @ Tapa's for lending an ear and giving solid advice!

Sandwich Guy

I had the official phone call from "sandwich guy" this past weekend. Pleasant conversation and things seem to go well. But on Monday, I received 2 text messages around 6 a.m.; wtf! But to aggraviate the situation, I received 3 phone calls between 9-10 a.m. I actually answered one not knowing about the 1st call. We chatted for a moment, which was ok. But I was perplexed receiving another call 20 minutes later; I didn't answer!

Is "sandwich guy" socialy inept or a potential stalker? Friends are leaning towards the latter since the guy hasn't asked me out yet. T says to give him til this weekend and if nothing, consider him out the door. Tick tock!

...Aargh Countdown to V day

Only a few hours before the most nauseating day of the year occurs. I'm trying hard not to be a hater! Some acquaintances are having an "anti V day party" but I can't imagine how that going to be. Luckily I wasn't invited.

Cheer up ol' gal. I have a date with a girlfriend and we'll be dancing the light fantastic. Now that I think of it, I received "xoxoxo" text from a couple letting me they are thinking of me and I'm their valentine. And there's Missy too. Hhmm, maybe the day won't be so bad after all.

I just can't wait for St. Patrick's Day!!!!

...Say What?

Do you ever wonder why people tell you things that you may not want to hear? I’ve been questioning this phenomenon lately, since it happens to me often. Many would say that it’s because you have a kind face, a sympathetic ear and appear trustworthy. This may all be true, but with those credentials, does it warrant for others to share their dark tales and deep secrets to virtual strangers? Is there safety within anonymity? Baring their soul(s), as the confidante, are you a friend now?

Imagine my shock, while sitting with an acquaintance during a barbecue, he announces that he has one testicle. The conversation did not warrant bearing one’s soul but he felt the need, as he says, to be “honest and wanted me to get to know him better”. Uum, ok. Or how about during phone call with a colleague today, she blurts out the night before random meeting of an old boyfriend she hadn’t seen in 20 years. She share details that I didn't want to particularly want to hear.

The stories vary from the ridiculous to scary, but each participant tells it with such passion. I often look around my neck to see if I have a collar (sainthood should be just around the corner). I ask friends do they experience this kind bizarre storytelling. Each one shakes their heads, giggling...knowing that I'm the rare exception. Well, at least I have stories to share, names withheld to protect the innocent!

...Risk Adverse

Can you find love if your adverse to change?

I've observed a woman who has never been married but wants to have a successful long term relationship. Admittedly, she doesn't like to date and her laundry list of do's/don't for the ideal mate, in a word, is immense. Self described as very anal retentive, she can't really have roommates. By the way, she is resistant to change.

So I wonder as she is heading towards 40, with the limitations/expections set, can she find true love? If love is an everchanging dynamic and "working" relationships sway moment by moment, how does one propose to give and receive? If you dislike dating, the method in which one enjoys interviewing various prospect mates, how do get to the next level?

I guess I just answered the question. True love and the commitment of relationship(s) will elude you every time because it is all about "change". Relationships descend into the abyss because one of the partners is not moving at the same pace as the other. Maybe that's why this woman is perpetually sad, knowing that she'll what she is looking for will never come to be. She is standing in the way of her self.

Dippity..Dah

"How about lunch at our local sandwich shop around 2:30?" was the message I received from Bing. I was not prepared for the extraordinary circumstances of that lunch. Five unrelated people, in one location, connected, all because of a quarter dropping to the ground at said shop. This action led to meeting a man, discussing sandwiches, who in turn, took his back to his work, causing another to arrive shortly afterwards to order one for himself. Admittedly, Philly Steak guy had never been to this shop, but the sheer coincidence of meeting Bing & I was strange. Even more so for us as I realized he was sent by the quarter dropping man. The timing of the events were so uncanny that I couldn't believe it was occurring. Eventually, it led to phone number exchanging because the 2nd meeting was so surreal!

Oh Bing, I'm so glad you were there for the most surreal "Twilight Zone" episode. The exchange of looks between us, classic. I can never tell the story the way it unveiled, but it will remain in my memory as an "a-ha" moment. I'm not consciously aware of having such a serendipious moment like this before. Opportunities and possibilities.....

Icky Ick

Did I mention that I hate being sick? Two days of being comtose and now crazy insomnia. But I have my favorite crime dramas with me tonight. "Without a Trace", "Law & Order: Criminial Intent" & "SVU". I'm hooked! Between those shows and "Miami Vice", I may not sleep for days. I guess if the powers that be would put "Mannix" on Dvd, I would be estatic!

2:25 a.m. and counting. Zzzzz!

It's a P Thang...

Prince is one of my favorite artists and when I heard the lyrics to this song moons ago, I didn't know that it would resonant in me at this moment. "It's been 7 hours and 15 days, since you took your love away." Well, it's been a bit longer than that, but you get the message. It's still questionable about how I feel about "lost boy", I guess that's what this period has been all about, getting to the bottom of things. Many have said, I'll look back with mostly good memories, only time will tell.

To all of you who've supported me through the good and lean moments, we have officially put this baby to bed. So on the advice of a good "peep" in the LBC, the final moments have been made. A great moment of love and laughter last week and the deletion of a phone number tonight!

To counterbalance, I thought about listening to Dr. Dre, hell yea, uumm maybe not. I'm supposed to be getting in touch with my feminine side. So to be hopeful, my Ipod led me to Sammie & Van Halen's "When It's Love". "How do I know when it's love? I can't tell you but its last forever." A bit optimistic, but I guess I can buy into tonight. Heck it's Sammie!

Ode to a Peanut Redux

The next day, I returned to the 4th step only to find that the "li'l buddy" had mysteriously disappeared. Fascinating!

I learned later, that others had witnessed the "peanut event" and wondered, as I what would happen. However, only 2 of us had witnessed the split, the main and the "li'l buddy". We'll never know exactly what happened, but it touched other lives just as it did mine.

A moment of silence for the "li'l buddy"........

Ickness

I'm usually really careful about washing my hands especially after nights of dancing. I've been alluding the flu for months, but if finally got me. Which one of those handsome salsa gents didn't stay home and has stricken me and possibly others to body aches and pains? Curses to you! That means I'm out of commission for the next couple of days. Sadness, but I'll be back with a vengeance.