Sunday, September 03, 2006

I'm Back!

I know, I know, it's been two and a half months since I've posted anything. I just have not been inspired to write. I've been dating, here and there, but no one has annoyed/irritated/pissed me off enough to write about them. Nothing terribly shocking, no good stories to tell. So I'll just summarize...

There's a sexy Italian guy in Connecticut, who I have spent two long weekends with this summer and a fun week in Hawaii. GREAT sex, lots of laughs, many phone conversations. But I was willing to admit to myself that as much as like him, I'm not going to marry him, so why get further attached? There were other things as well, big things, but nothing I need to get detailed on. Suffice to say, it would not have worked out between us in the long run, and while great sex is enticing, it's not enough to get me to stray from my search for Mr. Right for long.

Between visits from my East Coast entertainment, I dated a few other guys. Because he has a hot temper/jealous streak, I tended to omit and/or lie about these other dates, as I didn't like the so-called teasing I got from him when I did admit to it. One thing I learned long ago is that if you feel like you have to lie, you aren't doing either person any favors. I tend to forget that though. So I'd just lie to avoid a reaction I didn't want. Bad Bad Bad.

One of the guys I dated was a nice younger guy named Josh. Went out a few times, had a few laughs, but no real sparks. I was supposed to call him when I got back from Hawaii, but didn't. He sent me a text last week, asking why I never called. I gave no lame excuse - just apologized for not calling and wished him well. Six dates and he never tried anything more than a quick kiss. Not that I'm complaining, but I'm not used to that from guys I date, so assumed he must be gay. Maybe he's just polite. Or scared of me. In any case, done with him.

Another guy I met at a gas station. He is the manager there. Cute and funny. Couple of dates, sex that lasted all of about 45 seconds, and he thinks he wants to marry me. I tell him I'm not interested anymore, and he gets all pissy - via text messages! Tells me I broke his heart. Come on now, you've known me for a couple weeks and I broke your heart? Give me a break.

Mark, I met on a plane to Hawaii. Talked to him for five hours - the whole way there. Went out for a fun, well-planned date last weekend, and he even brought me a book he'd told me about. But he loves beer and has two kids who live with him full time, and I just don't want to deal with that. So I said thanks so much for the book and the great evening, but that's it for me.

Mike, I wrote about in one of my earliest posts on this blog. Married guy I met on a plane (yes, another one). Turns out he was in the process of divorce at that time, and he has called me from time to time over the past eight months to see if I'd date him. I said not until the ink has dried on the divorce papers. Well, they got signed a couple weeks ago, and it will be final this Tuesday, so we've gone out a few times. I know, not quite dry, but close enough, and there's no real hanky-panky, so I figure it's OK. He's decided we should date eachother exclusively, as he thinks I'm the One, and just don't know he is the One for me yet. I agreed to it a couple days ago, as there's no one else I'm wanting to date right now anyway, but am not sure that I want to keep dating him either. He keeps telling me that when I finally have sex with him it will be far and away the best I've ever had, and he will "rock my world", blah blah blah. Kind of peaks the interest, but he is an admitted workaholic, is only in town one or two nights a week, promises calls he often doesn't make, and just seems like he has way too much going on. So that supposed great sex may have too high a price (if it's even close to what's advertised).

And that, my friends, is my dating life this summer in a nutshell. Kind of a big nutshell, but that's it nonetheless. Not too exciting, I know.

On another note, my younger brother has moved in with me this weekend, and loves to go out. We went to several clubs downtown last night, and I even danced! A lot! With men I don't know! And was molested on the dance floor by much younger men who told me I'm hot! And I didn't get to sleep until after 3am last night because I drank my first Red Bull. To strangers who read this, that may not seem like much, but to those of you who know me, those things are NOT in my normal way of doing things. So, maybe my life will start looking differently now that I have a roommate to go out with. New adventures await.

I promise to start writing on here more, and apologize for the long lapse. I'm back, and ready for.....whatever!

10 comments:

evil cake lady said...

damn woman, welcome back!

the gas station guy--i think you were his first. there's no other good explanation.

the recently divorced one--have you dumped him yet?

i don't know about you, but i hate getting molested on the dance floor! i also get molested on public transportation by drunk old men. what is up with that.

mermaid said...

I haven't even talked with him this weekend, so who knows. His grandpa is sick, he's moving, family in town, etc. So he cancelled our date for tonight. I'll probably get rid of him in the near future, if he ever bothers to call.

And you get molested on dance floors and public transportations because of your luscious curvy body!

Shawn said...

Oh my, oh my, oh my... Now that's what I call a sizzling hot summer! I think that Josh dude really, really liked you and got nervous and didn't want "blow it" by going too fast. I did that once with this one woman - the one who's blouse kept busting open on the first date. My gut said "get a hotel room" but I was trying not be all about sex on the first date for a change. Ended up dating for about a month and didn't do anything. Damned fool. (sigh)

Shawn said...

P.S. Please define "molested" as it related to the dance floor. or the bus for that matter.

mermaid said...

Molested: Groped without consent.

One guy I danced with had his hands on my ass and breasts multiple times, and kept trying to kiss me, even though I wouldn't let him. Then he was surprised when I wouldn't give him my number. Another guy grabbed me by the waist from beind as I was walking by and pressed himself against me. Yuck!

evil cake lady said...

i had some guy all up in my booty at a bauhaus show, of all places. i mean, i could feel his danglies in my ass crack, if you know what i mean.

eew.

mermaid said...

Eew eew eew!!!! Did you kick him? Or wuss out like me and just try to disentangle yourself and move away?

Shawn said...

Holy Shit! Guys really do that??? That's crazy. Damn, I'd never even think to do that.

I only grope with consent, and grope well. I mean, I'll get crazy on the dance floor when I'm out with my woman (when I have one...sigh), been known to get kicked outta clubs for getting too rowdy (who would have thought... nevermind).

But I'd never act like that will a woman I didn't know and didn't welcome it.

Damn, guys can be soooo f**king weird.

evil cake lady said...

yep. guys REALLY do that--why would they think women would like that?? do some women like that??

i turned around and said something like "it would be great if you DIDNT DO THAT" and he gave me a look and backed off and into someone else...at least i didn't have to tell him twice. and my big man friends i was with? didn't even notice. way to look out for the little one.

Shawn said...

That's weak as hell, on the groper's part and on your friends not noticing. I guess I'm hypervigilant when I'm out with my women friends.

I usually stare down any dude that gets within 5 feet, unless one of my friends is trying to pick him up, then i go invisible.