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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.

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.

Just got home from work and thought I’d throw a post up.

The guy who fixed my mirror is officially out of the picture. I’m almost sure that blogging about a guy guarantees his immediate disappearance from my life, but I’ll keep doing it anyway. Although he was cute, and handy, he had dirty hands. They were also very rough. If I’m gonna get scratched when you touch me, you’d better be a chick with nails- not a guy with callouses. He also had a “white pride” tattoo that bothered me, although he swore it didn’t mean what I thought it meant. Um, ok.

I went out Friday night with my bff and proceeded to replace my blood with beer and Tuaca. I did meet another cute guy though. We hung out that night until the wee hours, we were gonna “hook up”, but didn’t. Thankfully. I saw him again Monday night. Still cute, but I kept getting this flashback of Vanilla Ice every time I looked at him. Although he does not share the weird hair that Mr. Ice did, or the ridiculous clothing, his face is very similar- especially his smile. Anyway, a few other friends showed up at Fave Watering Hole and everything else just kind of runs together. Not sure if I’ll see him again or not. Probably not, since I just mentioned him.

Anyhoo… I think I’ll be hanging out with bff after work tomorrow night. I won’t be taking shots, however, as that has been leaving me with nasty, unspeakable hangovers. Not to mention little missing patches of brain where memories should be. Monday night I thought it was a swell idea to mix every liquor known to man, as long as it had Red Bull in it. I do not recommend that.

I’m off to wash my towels now, as I’ve finally used them all and don’t want to have to shake myself dry like my dogs do. Maybe I’ll meet someone cute again tomorrow night. If I stick to my no-shots rule, perhaps I’ll remember him. Then I’ll blog about him, then I’ll never see him again.

Peace and guys who remind you of has beens.

Well, it appears that my unlucky man streak is still going strong. (High five!) Within hours of my last post, where I mentioned the cute guy who fixed my mirror, I got a text from my bff. Evidently she heard that Cute Guy is no good.  She was told this by a male friend, who happened to be at Fave Watering Hole on Cinco de Drinko, and saw me hanging out with Cute Guy.

Bff’s friend said that Cute Guy is, “shady and bad news”. I told bff that I’d need more info. She got back to me, later, with more details from her friend: “he is a player big time and stabs people in the back a lot”. Um, alrighty then. So here’s what I’m doing with those little passed on treats:

First and foremost, I don’t take the word of others as gospel when it comes to forming opinions about people. There are always people who aren’t going to like you, for whatever reasons, and who will say bad things about you to others when given the chance; true or not. I don’t think it’s fair to judge people based solely on what someone else says about them. This isn’t high school and I don’t work that way; I form my own opinions based on my own experiences. (The ONLY exception to this is if a potential crush has dated a friend of mine. That’s a deal breaker, no matter what.)

Secondly, I’m not looking for true love here. I’m looking to have some fun with someone (cute) who doesn’t piss me off or get on my last nerve. Being that I’m more male than female minded, the possibility that he may be a “player” doesn’t faze me one bit. To me, dating is meant to be fun, not as a means to an end, and sex and love are two very different things.. I know, and appreciate, the difference.

Anyway, who knows if I’ll even see him again? I’m not worried about it. The good thing is that my luck is actually starting to make me laugh now. I’m just gonna keep going with the flow… Mr. Right Now is never far…

Peace and fun.