Firemen, Policemen, and Sailors...Oh, My!

Okay, so I guess my single girl credentials were showing at work the other day, because some of the IT girls invited me out to..dun, dun, duh...a male strip show next week. It think when she said it I actually giggled like an idiot for a minute. I am pretty well versed in the world and all it's seedy fun, but I have never been to an all male review before. So, I said 'yes' and bought a ticket and I'm gonna go. As a writer, new experiences are always fun and interesting and make great blog fodder, if nothing else.

I will also say secretly I would like to have a good time. However, I don't really think strippers, or the typical stripper, is very hot by my standards. My tastes have changed and a strip show seems very much like viewing animals at the zoo. Yeah, they're very good and exotic, but I don't get to touch'em or pet'em and I certainly didn't catch them and bring them back to my house. Plus, I'm not all that into firemen, policemen, or sailors...I am hopeful however that one of them will be dressed up like an IT guy, as I really like those, or maybe a good looking attorney (as I have laid out I like a nice suit). Mostly the thing I find sexiest about a guy these days is the fact that they are attracted to ME, and there is simply very little chance of that at a strip show. However, tell me I'm beautiful, smart, and lovely and I would get down on my knees and just do whatever you tell me to do. I'm like that.

Anyway. I informed both of my on the hooks about it and they both reacted very differently. Which was severely interesting to me as a Dating Scientist. My Enneagram Five, the Nerd Prince who I had dinner with last night, after I told him about it, I said, "Well, you have co-workers who invite you to skip out on the afternoon and go to movies. I have co-workers who invite me to see strippers." He looked very thoughtful for a moment then retorted, "Trade ya." I laughed so hard I nearly wet my pants. He then clarified that it would have to be female strippers as the male ones did nothing for him. Which I knew, having banged him once or twice. Now, Mr. EU/PA, most likely an Enneagram 8 if I could ever get him to finish the test, asked if I thought a bunch of strippers would get me hotter than seeing him brush his teeth naked. Then when I admitted that I did like seeing that (and I do, because that means that I got laid which hasn't happened in nearly a damn month) he promptly stopped e-mailing me for two days. That bloody damn tease. Damn it, and damn him.

On a somewhat irregular note, I did come dangerously close to inviting my five to spend the night last night. He left really late and there was a bit of roommate issues, so I sent him home instead, but wow that took some massive willpower and had he simply said he wanted to stay...I would have woke up with him. There was some tension, but he just didn't give a clear sign. All it would have taken was a reach over to touch me, a simply 'I'd like to stay', an indication that was what he really wanted --and that was just not there. And in a grand effort to NOT see romantic mirages, I simply let him go home.

His V-day gift showed up in the morning mail today and it really looks very cool. I showed it to the roomies and they approved wholeheartedly. Then my sister says, "So, are you getting this for your boyfriend?" I backpedaled saying the whole 'we are friends' thing, and she rolled her eyes at me and says, "So, that is because you discussed it with him?" I backpedaled further. She says, "Well, is he getting you anything for Valentine's Day?" I look away and say, "Well, I don't think so, I don't really expect him to." She looks me in the face and says what we are both thinking, "That's bullshit. You need somebody you are sure about. Stop wasting your time on these guys who don't care about you."
Damn her for breaking onto my romantic Orient Express of denial and fantasy with her sound logic. Just climb right back inside your Trojan horse of reality and take it outside my city walls. Stop destroying my imagined city of power, beauty, and peace with you're war-like wake-up call of loneliness and solidarity. If I can just keep fancifully anticipating good surprise gestures and non-existent flowers being rained over me at work for a couple more weeks I can totally make it through the most depressing singles holiday ever. Fight it, just keep fighting it. Oh, and strippers, I'm gonna enjoy going to see strippers.

Diehard Romantic...

Hey, Guys, what is going on? Some interesting things happened tonight. I was talking Enneagrams all day with the bestie. Which kind of prompted a numbers game. Right now she has a five and an eight that she is dealing with and we discovered that I have a five and an eight that I am dealing with. For me the five is the Nerd Prince Ex-friend, K, and the eight is Mr. EUPA, S, who although I wanted him out of the picture, keeps bloody walking back in anyway.

So, I also got in the mail a catalogue from Helzberg jewelry, which showcased all of their beautiful Ruby Valentine's Day sales. I love Rubys. They are my birthstone as I was a July baby, after all. The only NICE jewelry I've ever bought for myself was ruby rings. And they do have some very pretty ones. This got me to fantasizing about Valentine's Day. As a perpetually single girl, V-day has never been really anything more than disappointing in reality, but in my hardcore fantasies it's marvelous. When I was actually in a terminal relationship, my bf got me one year for Valentine's day....cable. It was by far the worst gift I have ever gotten. Ever. And this was when he was still telling me he loved me. Now some girls, they poo-poo Valentine's Day as frivolous and unnecessary. Those girls secretly wish someone would send them flowers at work and still want their man to do something special, nice for them, or to them.

But, I am a diehard romantic, at heart. I have a thousand and one sweet, sexy things that I wish for and could do for my boyfriend. But, wherefore art thou, Boyfriend? I had this great idea at work that perhaps someone would ride in and get a hotel room at the Cornhusker (it's connected to the building I work in, so there is only a skywalk walk to get there) and kidnap me at lunch for a romantic tryst. It was a great daydream. I like little dirty e-mails or texts a bunch to, but don't get those either. The bestie told me that the days of grand romantic gestures were dead. It broke my already taped together heart to hear it. They can't be dead, I never got any of them. The only time my Ex ever gave me flowers was after he'd cheated on me, so at the end there I was getting them weekly. I long for them to have a different meaning. To be saved from mundane and thoughtless, so that I can be grateful and full of admiration for a man.

I have almost lost hope that either of the gentleman in my life currently will provide this for me. Not that they are bad...they just don't love me the whole way. Or even really want to admit that they care about me at all, if they do. It's not their faults, in fact, it's probably me, but I wish it was different. Sometimes I just want to grab them and shake them, "Why aren't you in love with me? Are you God damn crazy? I'll give you everything...everything you ask me for. Just ask and I'll give it to you." But, they would both just walk away. And I'd be alone, like usual. Sigh. However, they are good to me in their own ways.

My five, who is so sweet and wonderful on so many levels, is getting a Valentine's Day gift. I bought him one today. It is perfect for him, I think, and shows that I know his tastes, but wish to elevate them, as well. I took a great deal of time to pick it out, just for him. I'm excited to give it to him. Even if he doesn't get me anything...which is a distinct possibility as we are 'friends'. But, ugh, come on, really?Fives are the investigators...I understand our relationship and on some levels I don't. I think I will become a corpse before he ever makes a physical move on me again, but then again, he may never. And speaking of physical moves, now, my eight may simply be getting an e-mail card. I haven't decided yet what I am doing with him....literally. I love banging and even if I hate him when he talks to me, I like him a hellva lot when his face is between my thighs. I realize that's fairly course and unladylike, but I'm only human and I like getting busy, a lot.

If my five should ever developed an enjoyment of such things, he would be the perfect man and I would have to simply become his slave. Or if my eight should suddenly wake up one morning a gentleman who treated me with respect and care, I would have to chain myself to his bed and stay a while. As is, we sneak out before eight wakes up and sigh wistfully as we show our five out the door when we would like to simply invite him to spend the night. Because, surely with this much practice, there will be a time when someone shows up to sweep me off my feet because I love just the way he needs to be loved. Diehard Romantic Out.

Best Deal Ever

Okay, I have been a bargain hunter for quite some time now. Really, I fight the crowds on Black Friday with pride and vigor. I look at sales, accessing my needs, my budget, and what is available. I don't buy loads and loads of frivolous things, but with my weight loss I have been picking up things here and there that do fit so I can mix them in with the large amount of things that don't fit.

Today we went to Old Navy as they were having 50% off all their adult clearance. I figured with the budget being very tight right now that I could spend exactly $15 or less, if I found anything at all. With Old Navy it can be kind of hit and miss on finding things I like, some of their clothing is just meant to be trendy and cheap and last you one season -as opposed to the Gap where I find classic pieces and pay a bit more for them because they last several seasons. My sister had hit the dress section while I looked through for tops that were all a bit too this or that or whatever. I kind of wandered over to find that almost all of the dresses were $6 or less. With an extra 50% off that meant most of them were then $3 or some of them were $2. I picked up SIX new dresses. Six of them for $15, the cheapest came out to be $1.50 at the register.

When I got home. Two of the dresses are silky and super static-y, plus the fit was odd and not flattering. But, then a super soft cotton, purple maxi house dress (this one fit in a SMALL). And score, blk jersey t-shirt dress with belt, cute, good fit, work appropritate. Next, blk jersey keyhole halter dress, great for slutting it up in the summer, fit perfect, very flattering. And last but not least, ruffly tiered maxi dress cream with big blk flowers on it, super feminine. Not my usual taste and too long --so I cut it (the tiers hide the cut so you can't even tell), as it was only a $3 dress, into a super cute short dress which shows off my legs and is perfect for both work and play. OMG, shopping orgasm. It has never been so damn good. Thank you retail therapy. Gimme, gimme, gimme.

 

I should have looked in the men's clearance for K, but I would not have had any dinero to spend on him anyway, as I blew my wad on six new dresses for me. Oh, and a heart pounding game today!! Patriots are in the Super Bowl, BABY!! Woohooo!!! The Raven's played well, and it was pretty close, but I am so glad they won. I love you, Tom Brady, fucking love you!!!

On The Hook?

I have a friend who works out her issues by journaling. Privately she journals about things. Really first and foremost I can be kind of an attention seeker, so this psuedo-anonymous blog is my journal. So, there are less than positive things in here. We do try to protect the innocent, but when I need to look at things really examine them they are on here so I can look at them on paper and really digest them properly. Her blog introduced a concept I think she has been trying to put forth to me in a random way to keep from blurting it at me (which now that I think about it she has tried to get me to see), it is a 'Never Go Back' rule, followed by a concept known as 'On The Hook'.  The 'Never Go Back' rule applies to Ex's and the 'On The Hook' concept is when someone remains with someone until something better comes along.

So, let's discuss. I realize looking at what I have now as far as relationships will qualify as 'on the hook', I get it. I also realize that I don't have this 'never go back' rule. Honest, and let's be honest here, I have many acquaintance and, really at this point, few close friends, so for me simple closing down shop seems pretty extreme. Especially, when at least one of my 'let's be friends' things does seem to be working pretty well. I am probably being strung along on a hook by both boys right now, and yes, it's probably because I don't really want to be alone and still am. Both what I have with K and S will NOT equal out into the romantic relationship that I crave so much, they have both let me know this in no uncertain terms. So, why keep doing it?

The answer is because as strange as it sounds, I like what I have with K. I am finally getting comfy with just being his real friend. I am working hard to be happy for him when he goes out with other girls and just generally enjoy his warm, like minded company. Now, I still get disappointed when relationship-y things happen, and for me feel like they fall through, like say when he has a Christmas party for his work and tells me about it (it's out of town so I had a quick fantasy about going with him and meeting all his friends and drunkenly sharing a hotel room with him) and then he makes it quite clear that he is going alone and intends to enjoy it alone. I accepted that I was disappointed, but make funny comments about how he should find a nice girl there to hole up with if he gets wasted. Because, he is NOT slowly trying to work back into anything romantic with me, we have our relationship and it's called friends, that's where it ends. Any problems, are problems I create. We can be and should be good friends --because as I said before, if he ever intends to find a girl he will need advice and a bit of female support and because I need him to remind me there are good boys out there who are respectful, dignified, and fun. So, if I'm on the hook with him, that's where I am bloody well staying.

Now, S that is a different story entirely. Not that I will ever say this again, because I hate it, but he talks to me that way my long term Ex talked to me. He questions everything the comes out of my mouth. He has extremely low self esteem and is manipulative, always the victim. I was constantly apologizing to him for everything I ever said. This was the main thing I hated about him. He treated me badly and the only nice thing he ever did for me was f*ck me. So, right now you are thinking 'why, would she ever be with him at all?' Good question. Well, when we did bone, he would tell me how hot I was and how good I made him feel -and I straight up needed to hear that. I need to be told. And some days, I need to be touched in an inappropriate manner. That is what he was for. When I say, 'was' what I mean is that our 'friends' thing will never work, has not and does not work, because I don't really like him as a person. He has a lot of personal growth and emotional growth that he needs to do to reach me, if ever. And I can barely stand him to f*ck him, so now that that is over, I doubt I will talk to him again --I haven't in three days now and don't plan on it, so for all intents and purposes he is out of the picture. Off that hook, because it is not healthy.

On a positive note, I did flirt with a single guy at my work who is fun and interesting. Not the pinnacle of attractive, but he is nice and funny, so there could be something potentially there. Also, because I have no plans for this weekend, other than watching the Pat vs. Ravens game, I will be able to get back on the site and do some looking around for another date. A girl's gotta keep trying. He's out there, I just know it. My 50/50 just waiting for me to find him and love him. Until then I keep spreading the love around, be open and honest, learn to be a better friend and a better person, and let go of some things.

A Night At The Movies

Okay, so Thursday night was dinner and a movie with the ole flame K. Dinner was nice we ate slow but still finished like an hour before the movie. So, we visited the evil empire for some coffee. I had a full flavor cinnamon dolce latte. It was fabulous. I haven't had one in nearly a year. Whipped cream and all it as heaven in a cup. And the Ex-friend was wonderful company, I can talk to him about almost anything, very nearly everything.

We went to see Mission Impossible 4. It seemed like the real mission would be to enjoy the movie. Behind us sat an older guy who seemed to be eating sunflower seeds the whole movie as he made this horrible sucking sound with his teeth ever ten seconds, however this was when he was not loudly stating the things that were happening on screen. "Oh, it's a sandstorm!" or "That chick is hot." Yeah, I get it, I paid to watch it like everyone else you are severely annoying. And if things could get worse they did. A couple came in at the same time we did. This dude verbally brow beat the woman with him the whole time. The nicest thing he did for her was watch her purse while she went to the restroom, which he loudly announced he would do. He laid his coat over a seat two seats away from him and proceeded to put popcorn in the seat next to him. This awful buffalo of a man, actually did a very well mannered thing --he did totally say, "Excuse me." when he farted quite loudly in the middle of the movie. I think I nearly threw up. It was appalling.

The movie was however, not terrible. There were parts that were amusing and funny. I just had almost the worst theater experience ever. When we got out. I just ranted to K  who also had some choice words about these movie ruining hooligans. We listen to 'Pumped-Up Kicks' in the car on the way home and told each other how we would love to shove a whole bag of sunflower seeds down that guy's throat or simply pop a cap in the big gross buffalo guy's stupid face (he even turned on his cell halfway through the film, so there would have been plenty of light to do it.) Sit down, shut the f*ck up. I paid to see this too, damn it. If I were one of my heroines, I would have leaned over and snapped that guy's neck. I know his wife would have thanked me on the way out. Dang.

Comin' In Hot...

Yeah, m'kay, so thanks to a full day at work, I am feeling a little more down to earth than I did this weekend. Which is good I suppose, readjusting that mask of calm over an interior that is very much jittering from party girl withdrawals. So, the bestie sent me a new song. Damn it is good. I listen to this one about a million times today.

We did a lot of talking the bestie and I today over the e-mail. Which felt good. It felt normal almost like she was in the next cubicle and we were just e-mailing back and forth. I even managed to get some work done. We discussed some of the relationship problems that we seem to encounter again and again and talked a little about a mutual friend M who, wow, just seems to leave us in the emotional dating turmoil mixed dust sometimes as far as problems go. Example: M was talking about how a marriage would not work with Mr. X because he would never leave the country with her, kids blah, blah, blah...I mean real future problem stuff...and it was immediate like first or second date in the relationship. Who makes marriage problems before they are even married? It was just weird.

I prefer to make my relationship problems while I'm in the relationship. I over analyze things, get needy when I told them I wouldn't be, subjugate all my dreams and happiness for their needs, things like that. Sometimes it is funny that even knowing all these things...I will still do them again. I can't seem to analyze out being over analytical about it. And I'm still trying. That's the even stranger part about it. I looked at it and thought today, "Why would I curse someone to love me? It would be pretty damn horrific for them." Don't get me wrong. I like myself a lot. But, I'm probably not a good partner for anyone. Perhaps I am meant to be the loneliest number. Perhaps I am meant to be everyones' best and greatest friend, because if I try to be anything else...I try too hard and f*ck it all up. Is there a cure for that?

Ah, well, not worth dwelling on. I ordered pizza tonight for the roommates and me. So, that should be fun. And really, it was kind of nice to not have to worry about getting the car all ready to go this morning in the snow. There was some weird police presence at the bus station downtown however, that kind of freaked me out. Like four cops all talking to this one big a$$ drunk looking dude. Massively weird. One of the barbs and arrows of outrageous fortune I suppose. Still the mood is up. Got great plans for the rest of the short week and time keeps moving on. Also got off the days I needed for my dental, heavy duty cleaning appointments. Should be a barrel of laughs. Ha, ha.

My Super Bowl MVP Baby

Holy Cow. At least I will always have my Tom Brady.....damn it he is fine looking and a marvelous football game winning machine. He is already my MVP.

In case you needed a playoff re-cap. Check out this one. I nearly laughed so hard milk came out my nose...and I'm not drinking milk.  http://FunnyOrDie.com/m/6gyd