Who would have thought? Not me. He definitely exceeded all expectations. He even met my brother ... and it went well.
Get this: We talk on the phone. Kinda crazy.
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
it's my brother's fault.
The conversation between brother and Guy on my brother's way out of the bar Saturday night goes something like this...
Brother: "you guys have fun tonight... I hope it goes well with my sister."
Guy: "yeah me too but I just can't get a read on her."
Brother: "She's a tough shell to crack, but keep trying ... eventually she will."
Gee thanks brother. After all these years of being beyond protective, and you back off now? Go figure.
So it's his fault that Guy wants to stop by for dinner on his way through town tomorrow. Guy's just trying to crack me.... upon recommendation by my big, bossy, bad-ass brother. Thanks for that.
Brother: "you guys have fun tonight... I hope it goes well with my sister."
Guy: "yeah me too but I just can't get a read on her."
Brother: "She's a tough shell to crack, but keep trying ... eventually she will."
Gee thanks brother. After all these years of being beyond protective, and you back off now? Go figure.
So it's his fault that Guy wants to stop by for dinner on his way through town tomorrow. Guy's just trying to crack me.... upon recommendation by my big, bossy, bad-ass brother. Thanks for that.
Sunday, January 11, 2009
"oh. o.k"
My friend calls and asks ..."How's it going so far? On a scale of 1 to 10..." A fun night? 8. Level of interest? 2. Hey, I'm just being honest.
It's not there. I gave it a minute, a weekend, a chance. It's just not going to happen. It was awkward because I knew Guy and I were not even close to being on the same page. At the end of the night he went in for a good night kiss and I gave him the cheek. He goes, "Oh. o.k." I could tell he wanted to high-tail it out of there at that point. Obviously he wasn't expecting the cheek.
It all started wrong. He showed up at my doorstep with flowers. I had been very clear about how I don't want flowers and do not like to receive them - on at least 2 previous occasions. Did I seem like I was kidding? Well, I wasn't even remotely kidding.
Later he wants a drink at the hockey game. I do not want one. We talk about wine and he says he can find me some. I do not want wine. I say this. He goes for his beer and returns with a cup of wine for me as well. Did I seem like I was kidding? Not kidding this time either.
The good thing is that I now have witnesses. My friend and her boy saw the night unfold. They saw that he is a really great guy. Most importantly though, they also fully agree that he is not the right guy for me. I'm not jumping ship too early, but it's definitely time to grab a raft and start paddling away.
Though the flowers are surviving in a makeshift vase, also known as a water bottle, I never did finish the wine.
It's not there. I gave it a minute, a weekend, a chance. It's just not going to happen. It was awkward because I knew Guy and I were not even close to being on the same page. At the end of the night he went in for a good night kiss and I gave him the cheek. He goes, "Oh. o.k." I could tell he wanted to high-tail it out of there at that point. Obviously he wasn't expecting the cheek.
It all started wrong. He showed up at my doorstep with flowers. I had been very clear about how I don't want flowers and do not like to receive them - on at least 2 previous occasions. Did I seem like I was kidding? Well, I wasn't even remotely kidding.
Later he wants a drink at the hockey game. I do not want one. We talk about wine and he says he can find me some. I do not want wine. I say this. He goes for his beer and returns with a cup of wine for me as well. Did I seem like I was kidding? Not kidding this time either.
The good thing is that I now have witnesses. My friend and her boy saw the night unfold. They saw that he is a really great guy. Most importantly though, they also fully agree that he is not the right guy for me. I'm not jumping ship too early, but it's definitely time to grab a raft and start paddling away.
Though the flowers are surviving in a makeshift vase, also known as a water bottle, I never did finish the wine.
Saturday, January 10, 2009
you can't stay here.
Guy is driving down for a visit today. Yep, you got it, today. In matter of fact, he is probably in transit at this moment. He wants to hang out. Sigh.
Sure I could have said no, but I couldn't be that blunt. I claimed plans for both Friday night and Saturday night. He countered, "I can just shoot down for the afternoon on Saturday." Not much I can say to that except, "you can't stay here." He was ready for me to say that. He had forewarned his brother that he may need a place to crash. This guy isn't joking.
On my turf means I make the plans? Not that easy. A Saturday afternoon in January. Even more difficult. So I cancelled my Saturday evening plans and now we're heading to the hockey game... with a friend and her boy. She's on my side though, and she knows my feelings about the whole situation. She is totally helping me out. Thank you God for girl friends.
So there you have it. Guy is coming to town for a date.
This would be a great moment for blind-date guy to sweep in for the save. If only...
Sure I could have said no, but I couldn't be that blunt. I claimed plans for both Friday night and Saturday night. He countered, "I can just shoot down for the afternoon on Saturday." Not much I can say to that except, "you can't stay here." He was ready for me to say that. He had forewarned his brother that he may need a place to crash. This guy isn't joking.
On my turf means I make the plans? Not that easy. A Saturday afternoon in January. Even more difficult. So I cancelled my Saturday evening plans and now we're heading to the hockey game... with a friend and her boy. She's on my side though, and she knows my feelings about the whole situation. She is totally helping me out. Thank you God for girl friends.
So there you have it. Guy is coming to town for a date.
This would be a great moment for blind-date guy to sweep in for the save. If only...
Saturday, January 3, 2009
uh-oh.
Uh-oh is right. I don't think I pulled off my plans. In matter of fact, I think everything that I thought before was either wrong or has changed... and I'm pretty sure I don't know what I think anymore. Does that make sense? Too much thinking.
First things first: Blind-date guy is officially out of the picture. We passed the allotted time frame for contacting each other, and now we shall never speak again!! Haha. Truth be told, there really wasn't anything that went wrong, but apparently it wasn't right. I wish I had more for you on this one .... but that's all folks!
Going into the wedding week, Lil G (of which he is not quite as little as I originally claimed, so I will drop the "lil" part and call him G, or Guy, so as to continue keepin' it real...) was causing me some worry. I planned to clearly transmit the message that I'm just not that interested, I'm difficult, I'm very busy, I don't date, I'm not good at dating, it won't work out, and all other messages along this spectrum. Well, I did that. I was clear, blunt, straight-up, and honest. I'm a girl of my word. And this always works for me...
Guy took everything I said and did over the past five days ... and likes me more. While I'm telling him all of these things that are intended to discourage interest and scare him off, he is asking if he can still try.
Still try? uh-oh.
"Sure, you can still try. You can't say I didn't warn you about me, and you can't think I'm a jerk when you realize that everything I told you has come true."
"I think that's why I like you."
Uh-oh. What have I done? Clearly, not what I set out to do.
First things first: Blind-date guy is officially out of the picture. We passed the allotted time frame for contacting each other, and now we shall never speak again!! Haha. Truth be told, there really wasn't anything that went wrong, but apparently it wasn't right. I wish I had more for you on this one .... but that's all folks!
Going into the wedding week, Lil G (of which he is not quite as little as I originally claimed, so I will drop the "lil" part and call him G, or Guy, so as to continue keepin' it real...) was causing me some worry. I planned to clearly transmit the message that I'm just not that interested, I'm difficult, I'm very busy, I don't date, I'm not good at dating, it won't work out, and all other messages along this spectrum. Well, I did that. I was clear, blunt, straight-up, and honest. I'm a girl of my word. And this always works for me...
Guy took everything I said and did over the past five days ... and likes me more. While I'm telling him all of these things that are intended to discourage interest and scare him off, he is asking if he can still try.
Still try? uh-oh.
"Sure, you can still try. You can't say I didn't warn you about me, and you can't think I'm a jerk when you realize that everything I told you has come true."
"I think that's why I like you."
Uh-oh. What have I done? Clearly, not what I set out to do.
Monday, December 29, 2008
Most little girls.
Yes, it's true. I'm packing for yet another week filled with flowers, details, rehearsals, manicures, hair-do's, dresses, shoes, make-up, speeches, drinks, appetizers, dinners, something old, something new, borrowed, blue, yada, yada, yada, and all of the other goodies that come with a wedding. This is the stuff little girls dream about ...
...except this little girl.
It's not the marriage, it's the hoopla. It's just not my thing - the WHOLE thing is not my thing. I'm not cut out for stressing and dwelling on details and drama. I'm just not good at it. My mind functions somewhere between pragmatic and indifferent. I'm not into fluff... and I don't deal well when that "fluff" elevates into headline news. It spins me... and I essentially become useless to the stressed out bride!
So here I am again, preparing for the hoopla of another one of my best friend's wedding weeks ... preparing to steadfastly go through the details and the drama. I am very excited for her and her fiance, but the stuff that goes along with it... hmmm, well I suck at that stuff.
Go get 'em tiger. And God help me (and the bride) through the week.
...except this little girl.
It's not the marriage, it's the hoopla. It's just not my thing - the WHOLE thing is not my thing. I'm not cut out for stressing and dwelling on details and drama. I'm just not good at it. My mind functions somewhere between pragmatic and indifferent. I'm not into fluff... and I don't deal well when that "fluff" elevates into headline news. It spins me... and I essentially become useless to the stressed out bride!
So here I am again, preparing for the hoopla of another one of my best friend's wedding weeks ... preparing to steadfastly go through the details and the drama. I am very excited for her and her fiance, but the stuff that goes along with it... hmmm, well I suck at that stuff.
Go get 'em tiger. And God help me (and the bride) through the week.
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