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I’ve never blogged about a comment before, but this one irritated me so much that I feel a need to address it. It was left in response to my post “The Date“. While I did respond to the comment with one of my own, I think I should set the record straight here and now. I would hate for anyone else to think I’m just another stupid woman in the world.

First, here’s the comment:

“During a particularly non-exciting part of Hancock, something started nagging at me… I just wasn’t feeling this. Not just the movie, but Hot Future Doctor. He’s attractive, he’s sweet, he’s funny, successful and he’s clearly driven. I’ve known him forever, I enjoy his company, we’re great friends and the sex has always been fantastic, but there’s something missing. For lack of a better word: Butterflies.”

Oh goodness….
i’m guessing that you will get the butterflies from someone who is a jerk, isn’t funny, has no job or works at 7-11 and has no drive or plan for his future….right?

Bah, females are so ass backwards…
You have the good guy there for the taking but always long for the POS that will treat you like what they are….a POS.

Se la vie…
Dm

Now let me make it perfectly clear that I am not “longing for” a Piece Of Shit. That’s fucking ridiculous and any woman who does that is a moron. Just because H.F.D. is an awesome guy doesn’t mean that I (or women in general) will automatically feel a connection with him. Chemistry is either there, or it isn’t. Period. And that in no way means that just because I’m not going to be with this good guy, that I’m going to be with an abusive asshole with no drive or plans for his future. There ARE other awesome guys in the world. I know this because I’ve loved a few… and someday I’ll love another one.

I think it’s sad that someone out there actually believes that just because a woman doesn’t snatch up any good guy she runs across, that she must be looking for an asshole to treat her like shit. That’s painfully ignorant. I know that there are women out there who DO pick assholes repeatedly, but I am not one of them. I value myself a hell of a lot more than that.

I’m sure you’re a nice person, “Dm”, but you are horribly misguided. I don’t know if you base your assumptions on someone who did you wrong, or other women in your life who have chosen bad men, but whatever is responsible for your belief system does not represent my entire gender. It sure as hell does not represent ME.

Peace and don’t be stupid.

It’s Wednesday and I don’t have a hangover. I thought I’d take a Tuesday off from Sex with Sly (it’s a shooter) and see what it’s like to not feel like ass in the middle of my week. I like it, but not enough to not do the usual next week. Or Saturday night, after work.

I’ve successfully been avoiding Hot Future Doctor. I don’t know how to tell him that I’m just not that into him. Honestly, I don’t feel like having “that talk”. I’m not really good with those. Luckily, he’s been keeping busy with other friends, and family. He’s leaving Sunday and I look forward to having our long-distance friendship back. It was awesome to see him but I’m over it now.

I think I’ll be getting a new roommate in a couple of months. A close girlfriend is looking to move out of where she is now and has asked me if I’d like to get a place with her. I think I would like to. She’s a very cool chick and we get along wonderfully, so if I was gonna live with a friend- it would be her. Looks like it’s gonna be. Think of all the money I’ll save by drinking at home!

In addition to life away from my computer, I’ve been hanging out at Crackberry.com more than I’d like to admit. It started with me and a friend not being able to add each other to our BB Messenger contacts, and sort of took on a life of it’s own. There are some very nice, helpful people there. If you have a Berry- I’m highly recommending checking it out. Just be warned it can become as addictive as a BlackBerry. But only if you’re a big fucking nerd like me.

I’m off to clean my room and do some laundry. I’m a pimp, I know.

Peace and life.

I had an actual “date” with Hot Future Doctor last night. He picked me up about 9 (I had to get work out of the way first) and we headed out to get something to eat, since I was borderline starving. We did our usual, silly, sarcastic banter in the car on the way there- which was fun. That continued over dinner, between actual conversation about what we’ve been up to the last decade or so. It was nice hanging out with an old friend and having lots to talk about.

After dinner we decided to catch a movie, so we settled on “Hancock”, since I’d never seen it and Will Smith has rarely made a movie I didn’t like. Since H.F.D. took care of dinner, I took care of the movie and munchies. I don’t like it when a guy pays for everything we do. I also don’t accept drinks from guys without buying them one in return. That’s just how I roll.

Anyway- I wasn’t into the movie at all and was, in fact, getting really tired. (I still love Mr. Smith, but this won’t be a movie I’ll ever watch again.) H.F.D. said we could leave, but I wanted to stick it out. I was curious, after all, as to how the movie was going to end.

During a particularly non-exciting part of Hancock, something started nagging at me… I just wasn’t feeling this. Not just the movie, but Hot Future Doctor. He’s attractive, he’s sweet, he’s funny, successful and he’s clearly driven. I’ve known him forever, I enjoy his company, we’re great friends and the sex has always been fantastic, but there’s something missing. For lack of a better word: Butterflies.

I just don’t feel that spark with him. There were times throughout the date when I noticed something was “off”, but it wasn’t until the movie that I started analyzing it. I’m just not that into him. I wish I could force myself to feel differently, but that’s just not possible.  I need the butterflies and I deserve them. H.F.D. is perfect for someone. Just not me. At the end of the date, he drove me home and I kissed him goodbye.

I’m a little disappointed, but I’m also optimistic. There IS someone out there who will fill me with butterflies. I look forward to meeting him.

Peace and knowing what you need.

P.S. I’ve changed my header for the last time. I swear.

Last night was SO much fun. I met up with the girls at Sly’s work and within the next hour or so, pretty much everyone we knew was there. I took a bunch of photos, but I wasn’t as steady as I could have been- nor were my drunk friends- so they aren’t the most fabulous. They do, however, serve their purpose: Showing some fun being had.

I ran into Vanilla Ice last night, after not having seen him in a while. He said hi and was very nice. His girlfriend showed up a bit later and I kept catching him staring at me, which was somehow satisfying. Not sure why. Probably because his girlfriend is a bitch. I used to feel bad for her, but after catching her giving me the stank eye several times, all I want to do is slap her hard.

Hot Future Doctor met me there about 11:30 and he looked as good as I remembered. He also got along well with my friends, which was awesome. We talked, we flirted and before long it was just like it was a million years ago… familiar and comfortable with a shitload of sexual tension. We left early, and headed back to my place to catch up.

And catch up we did.

Just like it was a million years ago.

But hotter. 

Today I am off work and plan to reeeeelax and enjoy it. And not watch Transformers.

Peace and hot ass future doctors.

I have today off and I couldn’t be more thrilled. I wish I could sit around on my ass all day eating Bon Bons and watching soap operas but I’ve got shit to do, as usual. Probably a good thing because if I actually watched a soap opera, I’d have to kill myself. But before I get my ass in gear…

I had the extreme joy of waiting on the biggest bitch on earth the other night. After several snide remarks and an impressive display of her God complex, she informed me that she was from San Francisco, had two dogs back at her hotel, and it was my responsibility to gather up some bones for her to take back to them. I transferred her table (the rest of whom seemed embarrassed by her) before I had to slap her and find a new job. Unfortunately, she only became worse with her next server.

When it came time for Satan’s Grandma and her party to leave, she began demanding the bones for her dogs. Since we don’t sell bones, but only food that may contain them, our acquiring them would consist of collecting them either from the plates of other patrons, or the trash. Both of which are highly unsanitary and disgusting and neither of which I, Satan’s Grandma’s server, or the manager, were willing to do. In the end, the entire staff deemed her mentally insane and she left in an awesome state of snit. Thank you for dining with us. And fuck you.

I have developed some kind of unhealthy fascination with Transformers, the movie. I have been watching it at least once a day and the other day I watched it twice. I saw it in theaters and loved it, but now that it’s “On Demand” through my cable company- I’m able to watch it whenever I want, and that’s pretty much every day now. Bumblebee has become my favorite and I really wish I had a yellow Camero. (I know he used to be a VW Beetle, but he’s not anymore and I could never drive one of those anyway.)

Ok, obviously I need to stop watching Transformers for a while.

Hot Future Doctor will be in town tomorrow night. I’m continuing my weekly Sex With Sly (cocktails) event with the girls, so he’s planning on meeting up with me there, when he gets in. I’m both very excited, and very nervous. I mean I used to date this guy, and we’ve seen each other all kinds of naked, but I haven’t seen him in a decade, so he’s going to be new to me all over again. Should be an interesting evening. I’ll be back Wed. with details…

Peace and Hasbro toys.

I hadn’t realized how long it’s been since I’ve blogged until I stumbled in here today and saw some comments from my fave bloggy friends. Thanks for missin’ me, y’all. I just haven’t felt like being on my computer in a while.

I’ve continued on with my Tuesday tradition of hanging out at New Fave Watering Hole where my girl Sly is bartending now. I’ve managed to recruit several girlfriends, and now it’s a full-blown party every Tues. SO fun. In addition to Tues. fun, I’ve also found myself out and about on random other days of the week as well. That’s pretty much the life of working nights in this business and being friends with all your co-workers. There’s always something to do, and someone to do it with.

I even met a cute guy last Tuesday. We talked for a while the night we met and he is VERY cute, but he was kinda drunk so his conversational skills weren’t that fabulous. I didn’t mind, though… I had a nice time just looking at him; his smile is quite fabulous. I hung out with him again last night. I suspect I’ll be seeing him this Tuesday as well, which is a good thing… Hopefully.

I finally ran into my kissing partner Tuesday night as well. I hadn’t seen him since that last lip-lock marathon we had. We smiled, we said hi, and then I promptly forgot he was even there. He remains a very cool guy, though, so I intend to remain friendly with him- but I will be keeping my lips to myself.

Tomorrow is the longest night of my working week and I’m dreading it already. Hopefully I’ll be busy and time will fly. I don’t intend to be back out in the world until Tuesday so I should be hangover free until Wednesday. However, somehow I seem to keep ending up having beers with co-workers after a long Sat. night.

I’m gonna try to catch up with some blog reading before I crash for the night… I’ll try to get all caught up on Monday. Hopefully I won’t end up disappearing again.

Peace and fun, fun, fun.

Last night was SO much fun. Today my head wants to explode, but hopefully I’ll manage to drown myself with the 90 bottles of water I intend to drink, first.

I had lots of Sex With Sly- and some watermelon flavored something-or-others, laughed, had a great time with the girls and overall earned my headache today. There are a few photos of last night’s fun on my Flickr page, for those that care.

Now I must eat something before I cave in.

Peace and aspirin.