So even though I dismissed IBG a few days ago, based on gf’s comments and the fact that I can sometimes (most of the time) over think things, I will give IBG another go. Especially since he texted me today with ‘let’s try to finally make that movie?’. I mean I prob need to just chill and have a good time without any unnecessary expectations. Nice guys are fun and easy to get along with, and after the last few characters, I could stand to be around someone who doesn’t seem to be as complicated (or fickle) as I.
Soo, I came back from Vegas (that post should be up soon) to a plethora of work. Then I get a call a few days later from my bro saying “don’t get worried”, which of course made me worried. He said that he called 911 and my mom was taken to the ER. Apparently my mom never showed up to work that day (which never happens) and called my step dad but her response was just a bunch of blurry words. He in turn called my bro which lead to the 911 call. Of course after hearing this I completely broke down. You guys remember that post “mom-attack” right, when I basically booted my mom out of my apt. bc she was spewing criticisms of me while I was sick and then haven’t spoken to her since bc I was stubborn and upset…well you can only imagine how I was feeling at the possibility of not having the chance of working things out with my mom, I was totally devastated.
So I dropped everything and headed out to SI to see my mom, I literally don’t know how I was able to even get there, since I morphed into a zombie with puffy, red eyes and with the inability to think rationally. When I got there, my bro said that the neurologist took some tests and said there was bleeding in the left side of her brain (where speech and thoughts are formed) which caused a stroke and to not be alarmed bc she might not know who I am (what?) and to just relax (yea, okaaay). I went in with him to see her and she did not look so good. She spoke very little and what she was saying was incomprehensible but she did give me a smile which meant she recognized me. My step dad arrived in the ER a few moments later and then we all followed her transfer up to the ICU.
Congratulations to President-Elect Barack Obama for a history-making election, shattering the racial barrier in this country and instilling hope and change for us and our future generations. This is truly the beginning of the “New America” and even as an Independent, I am positive that Obama will be committed to us as a nation and as a people! I have never seen so many people so excited with cheers & an enormous celebratory spirit, as they watched the results of the 2008 election.
If you were in Midtown last night, you might have seen the cabs, cars, trucks & people stop and belt out “Obama” & “Yes we can”. I have never experienced anything like this and will never forget this history-making moment!
So, you may be wondering why I haven’t written about any guys lately. Because they aren’t any to write about! Yup…no one. Nada. Zilch! Pathetic honestly…
Actually, there were 2 different prospects I had been chatting with for a few days. After being subjected to an awful drawn out questionnaire process, of which I had preferred not to be apart of, it seems that all my “best matches” prefer to go through a painful series of multiple choice questions (ex. “what would you prefer to do on a Saturday night”, or “what do want from a potential partner”) before they get to the freedom of the oh-so-personal email exchange.
If I have to be put through a serious of questions, I expect to answer one email and then move on to a telephonic conversation please. Is this so much to ask? Why are some guys so scared of the phone?? Why?
Arizona guy (stop laughing), is addicted to emailing me different versions of the same question (“How is New York? “, “What is it like to live in New York”, “Is New York as tough as they say?”). SHUT UP ALREADY!!! Finito ArizonO!
Colorado guy (stop laughing, ski buffs are hot), sent me his ‘final’ questions before the elusive email exchange, asking me what I was looking for in a partner. I gave my usual ‘honest with sounding desperate’ response and guess what happens next? He sends me a follow up email asking me, “Besides your beauty, what else do you have to offer a man, your future partner?” NEEEEEEXT!
Maybe I should have sent Colorado guy a pic of me gutting a moose. Sexy.
So last night was a late one me due to work. Having various deadlines coming to a close, I had quite a few tasks on my plate that I needed to tread through. I hit the sheets late morning and in an attempt to prevent future lines & wrinkles, a.k.a. “pillow-face”, I have been trying to sleep on my back (my least favorite dormant position). Without fail, every time I sleep on my back I always have some kind of excruciatingly detailed and drama ridden dream (or rather, a nightmare). This one was about being late in turning in a final paper for an undergrad class. Seeing as I have graduated a few years ago, clearly it was not a dream that was to be taken literally.
So, I did a search about being late for something and this is what came up on dreamcrowd.com: “To dream that you are late denotes your fear of change and your ambivalence about seizing an opportunity. You may feel feel unready, unworthy, or unsupported in your current situation. Additionally, you may be overwhelmed or conflicted with decisions about your future. You feel time is running out, and that you do not have time to accomplish all the things you want.”
Ahh! Actually, last night before I went to sleep, I remember looking at my online matches and while browsing through them, was a bit annoyed at the fact so many matches were in the 5’4″ – 5’7″ range. What the hell man? The worst part – there’s not option to be specific on the matches’ height!!
Note to self – do not check matches before going to sleep!!
Ahhh, Sunday once again…summer is flying by and so is my optimism. Ok, not really but we’re all allowed a bad day now and then right?
So let’s do a little recap of Andrew. We had hung out mid week this week and I didn’t get a chance to share, so I will do so now. We met for a drink in the same god awful stupid pub he is locked down to, which I am making a commitment to never going to…ever again. I’ve never been a bar rat and I don’t plan on being one now.
So, we had a few drinks and talked about updates on politics, Michael Phelps (delicious), work, etc. What I thought would be an hour or so of hanging out turned out to be seven because, in all honestly he is super cute and very smart so it’s easy for time to fly. Ok, so we are talking about plans to actually do something other than drink and we talk about the weekend. Apparently he has a “friend” visiting from out of town, but maybe “we can all hang out”. I later ask him about this friend, and it turns out the friend is a female. Ah! Very nice. How many adult guys have female friends in their lives that they are not related to? Let me re-phrase, how many adult guys who are in a relationship have female friends who visit them and stay over…exactly ;-0
It’s not a trust issue because we haven’t known each other for that long. It just an issue of the sexes. <Remember when I was saying men & women can’t be ‘just friends’, because deep down one or both, have some type of attraction that may or may not ever be acted upon?> Oh, I did mention the other time we hung out some chick was calling him, right? – at 5:30am! Bootay call or no? You decide…whatever! He said some girl was calling him to just chat….hahahahahahaha, hilarious.
So I’m totally not, nor will ever, take this guy seriously, but I would still hang out with him, since he is fun (until someone more fun comes along). And that’s all we will ever do…sweet dreams