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28 October 2014

Lonely Hearts Club

I'm still a card carrying member.

While I can't say things aren't workeing out with K, I also can't say they have. Things came to a screeching halt  two weeks ago, and they don't appear to be catching up any time soon. And while we still make plans to hang out, there is very little of any thing "coupley"...

Let me explain...

K has some serious hang ups. Hang ups I was a little suspicious about, based on some things he told me, but hang ups that are a little more extreme than I was ready to accept, and now I'm unsure if I am willing/able to deal with at all.

For a young good looking guy, his dating experience is quite limited. In fact, he's been single for almost all of his 20's and has said none of the few women he has 'seen' in the last 10 years would be considered a girlfriend.

Red flag? You bet. He has these giant walls built around him, and very little interest in lowering them.

And that includes for me.

So... at this point, I owe him nothing. We aren't a 'couple'. We aren't anything really. He has decided that this 'relationship' (if I can call it that) is on his terms, or no terms. And I am not willing to allow that without compromise.

So I'm dating again. And not looking back.

I deserve the real thing.


03 October 2014

Can I do it?

Well, I've decided to ditch the countdown since I am so far behind, and recounting the last week and a half is proving to be way to difficult... So here's the Coles Notes:

I am SUPER excited about new guy. We shall call him K, so I don't have to keep typing out new guy., sound good? Soooo, he's kinda blowing my socks off (not literally) with how genuine he is... and while I am trying to stay somewhat guarded, he's doing a good job of breaking down the walls.

I am still however, putting in a valiant effort for 45 days. THAT is going to be a bit difficult this weekend since we've pretty much planned the whole thing together. Including sleepovers. Yes, you read that right: PLURAL.

Freaking the fuck out. 

Listen. I know I'm a grown up. I also know that I can do whatever the fuck I want. My issue here lies in the fact that every.single.time I go down the sex road, I end up getting completely blindsided and broken.

OH MY GOD IS IT ME?

Naw. I'm awesome.

Truth is, the men I meet and fall for all have one thing in common: They don't want a relationship. And the other thing? They don't want to tell me they don't want a relationship.

K is different. He was super honest and upfront from the beginning. HE WANTS A RELATIONSHIP. He isn't just around to get laid. He isn't freaked out about a single mom in her mid-thirties. (That last one seems unbelievable to me, but that's just my own hangup, right?)

Basically what I am telling you is that going super slow is really the right thing to do here. And that goes against everything I have ever done before. I don't even know how to. But it seems to be happening kinda naturally here.

So technically Day 45 is October 30,

And this weekend is only October 3-5.

There are loopholes.

I'm gonna find them. Obviously. 

25 September 2014

Holy shit my life changes faster than your underwear

Day 5 - I don't remember. I probably did nothing but think about sex. Who knows.

Day 6 - My Birthday. I had a fantastic evening with my kids.

Day 7 - Nothing to report.

Day 8 - Date cancelled. Sadly I was scheduled to play a softball game and it didn't leave a lot of time before or after to meet up on a date.

Day 9 - He played golf. We didn't talk much.I went out with friends and hung out with a guy I've known for a few years but never really KNEW. 

Day 10 - He was incommunicado for most of the day. Was too tired to hang out.

Day 11 - I was too busy texting new guy to notice I hadn't heard from him.

Day 12 - He messages me and asks me to a movie. I call him up and let him know that I think we are in different places and that I am looking for more than he's been offering. We end the call as friends. I continue texting new guy.

Day 13 - Day 1 of a new 45 day rule. OUR FIRST DATE BLEW MY SOCKS OFF.

See? Things happen quickly. Stay tuned...

15 September 2014

42 to go.

Day 2.

My birthday party. He didn't come. But I didn't really invite him. I more or less just mentioned it briefly that if he wasn't doing anything and felt like stopping in, that would be cool. 

Plus, my birthday parties always consist of too much booze, and vodka makes me horny. True Story. So having him show up wouldn't have been very conducive to this little project. Am I right?

Day 3.

I was too hungover to give a shit. Plus, it was Football Sunday. He was incommunicado with his buddies, and I was asleep by the pool. And on the couch. And on by bedroom floor. Maybe. 

Day 4.

I was up at 3:30 am because Little Man thought it was time to party. I kinda feel like a Zombie to be honest. So sex hasn't even crossed my mind, and to be honest I was kinda feeling like maybe New Guy changed his mind about me. Quiet weekend = Carmen over thinking and over-analyzing.

Then he totally redeemed himself and asked me out to dinner Friday.

So... 42 to go.

I'm gonna completely NAIL this. Pun intended.

12 September 2014

45 Days

Dating is hard guys.

Like, when is it the right time to make eye contact? Or chew with your mouth full? Or even steal their medication from their bathroom cabinet?

I just can't seem to get it right.

And let's be real here: Having sex on the first date? A terrible idea. Not that I know that from experience. Allegedly.

So I disappeared a bit this summer. And my only explanation is that I was dating someone exclusively. But then he broke my heart into like 7 kajillion pieces, and if you do puzzles (which is boring and dumb by the way), you know that's a bitch of a puzzle that's gonna take a long time to piece together.

But I did it. I'm cool. He's clearly an idiot any ways, right? Obviously. 


So here's the thing: I reluctantly agreed that it was time I changed things up a bit and make myself a little bit of a challenge instead of being that girl with the heart on her sleeve. Starting today (because tonight is Date #1 with a new guy*) I will be going 45 days without ANY SEX.

Meaning, poor new guy has to earn it.
Meaning, I'm going to have a really tough time with this.
Meaning, you guys get to hear all the painful, blue ball details.

Aren't you lucky?

*not online dating guys! FOR REAL! Like in person. Like we know each other without a computer. MIND BLOWN. 


18 August 2014

Trampolines aren't for old people.

So it's been awhile. Mostly because I've been out whoring myself around on this thing called "online dating'. Super fun, guys.

If you can't read the sarcasm there, you don't belong here. Actually, scratch that... DON'T LEAVE ME.

I met someone. He was awesome. We had fun. I thought it was going somewhere. He pretended it was. (Maybe?) It wasn't. And here I am, full of blog fodder, because if online dating is good for one thing: It's telling everyone about it!

This one isn't about Mr.Not Right Now though... this is about a date I had about two months ago; one that while completely awesome in theory, reconfirmed that I'm old. And may have made me cry. I won't confirm or deny.

We have this place locally that's basically a large wearhouse suited up in giant trampolines with dodgeball, foam pits and basketball. Other than it not being air conditioned (like WTF?) it appears to be the best fucking time in the whole wide world because whodoesntlovetrampolines?!?!

THIS LADY RIGHT HERE. 

Did you know that after two kids and age 30, your bladder control is actually completely fucked? Yeah, I didn't. I had heard stories, but it had never happened to me. Until this day. And I wore white shorts.

For real guys. I peed a little every single time I jumped. Ever. Single. Time.

Do you know how hard it is to hide small wet stains in white shorts? Well let me tell you... Impossible. I went to the ladies room 3 times on that date with the excuse that I had drank WAY too much water beforehand.

And on one of those trips? I got busted drying my crotch with the hand dryer.

Strangely enough, this guy didn't appear to have noticed my wet shorts, as he wanted to continue dating. Sadly, it wasn't there for me. Maybe because I couldn't let go of the fact that I peed 372 times on our second date.

Probably.

02 July 2014

#YELLOW

I have some gong-show friends. You guys think I am a train-wreck? You need to meet some of the people I hang out with during ball season. For real. It's unbelievable.

This weekend was one of those trips that will go down in infamy. Not because anything terrible happened (although, maybe...I only remember parts of it) but because so much fucking fun was had that waiting 355 days for it to happen again is going to be reaaaally reeeeeallllly painful.

I was a newbie to this trip: A memorial weekend for a dear friend of the team who passed away after a quick battle with cancer 2 years ago. I was truly honoured to share this weekend with everyone...and completely humbled by the love they have for their friend and team mate. And also in awe at their ability to drink so much Fireball, his drink of choice when playing slo-pitch.

For real guys. I can't believe how much was consumed. Insane amounts. I won't be able to smell the stuff until next years tourney. 

#YELLOW, by the way, is referring to the fact that some of those friends are dumb-asses and didn't realize that saying of the weekend was #YOLO. But not in a serious way... in a mocking I-can't-believe-you're-saying-yolo way. If that makes sense. #YOLO is totally 2013. 

Any ways... I digress...

There were banana hammocks, Fireball, beer-bongs, passed-out men in parking stalls, injuries from flying off the stage at the make-shift outdoor 'club', some slo-pitch thrown in for good measure, one Sponge Bob Square Pants, and a whole lotta hungover adults because sleeping in tents in the heat does not allow for sleep or recovery. And I had a 4 year old who thought dive bombing my face every morning at 5 am was the funniest.shit.ever. True story. 

Today, I am back to work. And I feel as though I should be back in bed. For a week.

But in other news... my tan fucking rocks.

And this guy? His tan is a little fucked up.