Weaving In & Out

I got so caught up in telling you all my current story that I completely forgot about someone important who's weaved in and out of life over the last few years.  I thought about leaving him out of the blog, but he's been an important part of my life during my bad times, so I gotta tell his tale.  We will call him Ducky.  Why?  Because he tried to woo me over Easter with a Duck.  It was rather cute.

Ducky is a very sweet guy that I met in college.  At the time we met, I was with my now Ex.  So, I shoved him in the friends category until I was single.  I knew the guy was head over heels about me but since I was recently single, I wanted things to go slow.  At the time, my closest friends were my high school buddies who were slowing losing contact with me bc they all went to the big universities filled with tons of boys.  Sad to say, I had no girlfriend at the time who could've understood my circumstances; only guy friends.  Ducky being one of them.

This guy and I got to know each other very well, and we spent almost every day together.  There are secrets we both know about one another that we'll take to our graves.  For fun, we'd go star gazing and just sit there without saying a word to one another.  We'd formed a really deep bond.

Sounds great right?  It was.  My family eventually met him.  Everyone loves him and tells me to marry the guy.  But I fudged it all up.  My Ex had me so manipulated and brainwashed that I got back with him and left this one.  One of the biggest mistakes I've ever made in my life.  I regretted that decision so much.  There are times when I sit and think about that time in my life and I wished I had my now bestie back then to slap me straight. 

But that's just how the cookie crumbles I guess.

Sweet Surprises

I walk into work one day this past week, and see this sitting there waiting for me....

Everyone, please say hello to the new guy, Jabro.

(pronounced: jh-ub-row) 

It means 'meanie' but he's really not.

Well, let's see what happens in this story.

btw, I named the bear Gimpy.  :D  idk why, but i did

A Drunken Kiss is A Sober Handshake

So a very wise girlfriend of mine told me last week that "A Drunken Kiss is A Sober Handshake."  I like that.  Because that's how I met my latest random guy.

We will call him 'The Vegas Guy.'

I recently went to Vegas with the only intention of having a fun girl's weekend out.  And of course, I meet some random guy who ends up being a complete catch.  The Vegas Guy and I had a lot of fun hanging out and we exchanged numbers as well.  Then Sunday hits and the realization that the guy was a lot younger than I thought he was.  Younger than me. 

What a huge bummer!!!  I even thought about implementing the whole 'age is but a number.'  Anyway, he and I decided to keep in contact but not pursue anything serious. 
Meeting this guy helped make my weekend in Vegas something I will never forget!

Debonair

While my parents have been busy trying to find me a man to marry, for the past year, I've been also on online dating sites doing my own search.

My personal rule is never to talk to more than one guy at a time.  I can multitask pretty well, but not THAT well.  It just seems shady to me.  Plus, if I talk to more than one person at a time, I wouldn't be giving someone a wholehearted attempt at winning me over.

Obviously, I'm still single.  Meaning that my online dating experience exactly isn't panning out very well.  I was on one site and I think they ran out of matches for me, so I decided why not try a new site with a trial profile and see if I like it or not.  I was very nervous about it because I didnt know what to expect.  To be honest, I filled out a bare minimum profile with one liner answers.  Right away I'd gotten a message from someone. 

I've never laughed this hard ever before.

So a guy named Debonair wanted to get to know me.  Here's his message to me:

"Interesting profile.

Have a nice life.

I like you.

read my profile."

Just wait.... it gets way worse.  I actually went to the guy's profile and read it.  I became so discouraged to remain on this site... How in the world do these people find me?!?

Meet Debonair.  He is a 58yo Indian Fashion Designer out of Beverly Hills who is looking for a woman between the ages 25-45.  Debonair wants someone who will not play games, ask for a financial arrangement, has a good face and body, and etc. etc.  His profile made me laugh, say "aww, how sad," and then laugh some more.  His pictures add to it even more.  He says he doesnt want a golddigger, yet is posting pictures of his cars, house, bedroom, and helicopter. 

 

Onto the next one!