So last night, after my soccer game (which we won 1-0 and I had a shut out), I went to hang out with LF for a bit, since I knew that the rest of my week might be a bit packed.
While we were making out, we were of course conversing about various topics. She asked me to go on a trip with her to her brothers to go water skiing, which I never have done before. I guess I could try it, but I hate the water.
It's not that I have a phobia or anything, but my parents used to use various activities as forms of babysitting for me. Sure, I picked up skills and such, and was out of the house, but still... it got annoying after a time. My parents put me in different things such as soccer, gymnastics (yeah... not my choice, it was my mothers), swimming, piano and various science and athletic summer camps.
So back to why I don't like the water. My parents put me into the local YMCA to take classes, their excuse was so that I wouldn't drown if ever in the water. That's great and all, but after taking repeated classes, and even passing the top level of the classes not once, twice but three times, it got old. Since my parents basically forced me to continue taking classes, it got to be a chore, and to this day I don't enjoy swimming.
The next reason is that the water is dirty. Sure, call me a wuss, but still with all of the dead things in the water, the dirt on the floor of it, the taste, the smell, ugh. Granted, I do love the views.
LF continues to promise me that we'd get to go into her brothers jaccuzzi after it and drink a lot, which we all know will lead to other shenanigans. Very tempting, she'll look damn hot in a nice bikini, and even better in the water on my lap.
So back to the 3 week rule. Earlier in this week, when LF and I were speaking, she told me that she wouldn't sleep with anyone until she's been with them for at least 3 weeks, and then she'll consider them in a relationship. WTF?
What's the difference between 3 weeks, and 3 weeks and 1 day? What about 2 weeks and a few days? She let me know that it's because after 3 weeks, you'll know if they will stick around or not. I guess that's a fair judgement, however for me it's based more on feelings. I guess I'm more of a romantic in that aspect.
She also tried to broach the subject of if I was involved with anyone else or not... But she didn't phrase it right, so I answered her question and didn't provide the answer she was looking for. She asked me "Are you thinking of anyone else?" To which I responded: "No, I'm here with you. Why would I be thinking of anyone else?".
Of course, I did get my date lined up with C tonight at 7:30... Then I'm seeing LF again on Wednesday, have a soccer game on Thursday and then leave to Seattle with SR on Friday for the weekend... hrm.
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Monday, July 30, 2007
Finally a little reprieve...
But, the opportunity to hook up last night was present. 2 different offers, to be exact.
So I was planning for a lazy Sunday, and for the most part of it, it was. I woke up around 9 or so, let my cats out, had a bit of coffee and a peach for breakfast. Then I did my usual weekend morning routine of a whole lot of nothing.
Generally I play a lot of Warcraft on the weekend. I try to also play during the week, maybe an hour here or there to consistently keep my World of WarCrack habit in check. Since I didn't play any on Saturday, Sunday I had to put in some work on it.
So I went down for the morning, played for about 3 hours or so. During this time, I received a call from LF seeing what I was doing for the day, and if I'd want to meet up with her on Sunday. So I let her know my plan for the day as I half listened, and half wailed on the kiddies in PvP (Player versus Player) battlegrounds.
1pm I had a soccer game, the morning I didn't do much but play WoW. LF of course texted me a few times before the game trying to convince me to go over to her place later, to go to her nephews with her, to do something with her after she got back. So many options, yet all I wanted to do was stay at home and nerd out for awhile.
Finally I was able to break off the call, said I'd call/text her later and then took a deep breath.
I guess since I'm going with SR up to Seattle this next weekend, maybe I should give her a call and let her know that I was still around. So I called her up, shot the breeze with her, let her know that I had a soccer game today and spoke about our upcoming trip. I was going to get Friday afternoon off, she had to take her dog up to Vancouver to be dog sat by a friend while we were away, and that it'd be only us on the way up to Seattle, but we might have to give a ride to a friend on the way back. Yay... action was still planned for me. She did call me later that afternoon asking if I wanted to come over for dinner... Mmm, home cooked meals. It'd be nice, but I needed some time at home.
1pm rolled around, I had an men's indoor game down at Portland Indoor. I got out there a few minutes early and suited up. The other team, unfortunately, was down a few of their regulars, had to enlist a few and only had 1 sub. I say "only" because we actually had people show up this time and we had 4 on our bench. This team has been coming together pretty well, our passing is clicking, we're recognizing people's skills and playing the field a lot better.
We proceeded to dismantle them and beat them 14-1. I had 2 goals myself, and a bunch of near misses. It's not that the other team was bad, but we were playing the passing lanes well, kept the ball moving, and down on their end. Plus the subs were a huge bonus. Too bad we didn't get the shut out.
After that, I just went home and mowed my lawn. Knee high weeds isn't pretty in the front yard. I can't wait until my townhouse is complete, no more yardwork for me for a bit.
After that, I proceeded again to play WoW... put in another 4 hours, decided to purchase my High Warlord's Plate Shoulders. I stopped playing right after that, so we'll see how much they actually help me the next time I'm on the PvP field.
I also shot C a message to see if she wanted to go out to dinner tomorrow night, as tonight I have an outdoor soccer game for work, Wednesday I have some pickup soccer to play with LF (and hang out with her after that)... Thursday I have an indoor game I should go to, and Friday I'm out of town, finally.
Actually, I just got an email letting me know I have an indoor game on Tuesday. Well, if C doesn't want to do dinner, then I'll play. Otherwise, duty calls. :)
So I was planning for a lazy Sunday, and for the most part of it, it was. I woke up around 9 or so, let my cats out, had a bit of coffee and a peach for breakfast. Then I did my usual weekend morning routine of a whole lot of nothing.
Generally I play a lot of Warcraft on the weekend. I try to also play during the week, maybe an hour here or there to consistently keep my World of WarCrack habit in check. Since I didn't play any on Saturday, Sunday I had to put in some work on it.
So I went down for the morning, played for about 3 hours or so. During this time, I received a call from LF seeing what I was doing for the day, and if I'd want to meet up with her on Sunday. So I let her know my plan for the day as I half listened, and half wailed on the kiddies in PvP (Player versus Player) battlegrounds.
1pm I had a soccer game, the morning I didn't do much but play WoW. LF of course texted me a few times before the game trying to convince me to go over to her place later, to go to her nephews with her, to do something with her after she got back. So many options, yet all I wanted to do was stay at home and nerd out for awhile.
Finally I was able to break off the call, said I'd call/text her later and then took a deep breath.
I guess since I'm going with SR up to Seattle this next weekend, maybe I should give her a call and let her know that I was still around. So I called her up, shot the breeze with her, let her know that I had a soccer game today and spoke about our upcoming trip. I was going to get Friday afternoon off, she had to take her dog up to Vancouver to be dog sat by a friend while we were away, and that it'd be only us on the way up to Seattle, but we might have to give a ride to a friend on the way back. Yay... action was still planned for me. She did call me later that afternoon asking if I wanted to come over for dinner... Mmm, home cooked meals. It'd be nice, but I needed some time at home.
1pm rolled around, I had an men's indoor game down at Portland Indoor. I got out there a few minutes early and suited up. The other team, unfortunately, was down a few of their regulars, had to enlist a few and only had 1 sub. I say "only" because we actually had people show up this time and we had 4 on our bench. This team has been coming together pretty well, our passing is clicking, we're recognizing people's skills and playing the field a lot better.
We proceeded to dismantle them and beat them 14-1. I had 2 goals myself, and a bunch of near misses. It's not that the other team was bad, but we were playing the passing lanes well, kept the ball moving, and down on their end. Plus the subs were a huge bonus. Too bad we didn't get the shut out.
After that, I just went home and mowed my lawn. Knee high weeds isn't pretty in the front yard. I can't wait until my townhouse is complete, no more yardwork for me for a bit.
After that, I proceeded again to play WoW... put in another 4 hours, decided to purchase my High Warlord's Plate Shoulders. I stopped playing right after that, so we'll see how much they actually help me the next time I'm on the PvP field.
I also shot C a message to see if she wanted to go out to dinner tomorrow night, as tonight I have an outdoor soccer game for work, Wednesday I have some pickup soccer to play with LF (and hang out with her after that)... Thursday I have an indoor game I should go to, and Friday I'm out of town, finally.
Actually, I just got an email letting me know I have an indoor game on Tuesday. Well, if C doesn't want to do dinner, then I'll play. Otherwise, duty calls. :)
Sunday, July 29, 2007
Obviously this isn't "the one" either...
So LF has been asking me to go and meet her a lot, and I mean a lot.
Today she messaged me around 9:30am letting me know that she was thankful that I came over to baby her since she had developed laryngitis, and that my "hugs are fantastic". Well, nothing really happened last night. She was already really exhausted and had taken some sleep medicine, so effectively she was zonked out.
My night consisted of me getting over there around midnight, sitting on her couch while she cuddled up to me and slept on my lap. Lame. But it earned major points for being the "nice guy".
So she messaged me first thing this morning, I chose to ignore it. Today is kind of a recuperation date for me, as this whole past week was spent being more social, out and about. Yesterday I spent it moving my friends, and today I need to catch up on some home chores that I've been putting off.
You should see my front lawn, all weeds that have grown at least knee high. Ugh.. I really should re-sod it, but the house is my landlords, they can take care of that. I'll just mow it in a bit and get it manageable.
Next week I have a soccer game on Monday night and another one on Thursday night (which I owe money for the season, even though I missed half of it, and this is the last game of the season... I just wasted $60.. lovely). Next weekend I'm heading up to Seattle with SR, it's a trip that she kind of planned for her birthday, even though the real birthday occurred last week. Yeah, I don't know... I'm leading her on too in the long run, but the company is fun, she just gets clingy and emotional on me at times.
So back to LF. She asked me to go with her to her nephews birthday party today out in Hood River. Well, I let her know that I had to get some chores done, and isn't it a bit early for me to meet her family? Well, she questioned that statement from me: "Please tell me your joking..".
Well, I really wasn't... I've only known her a week, why would someone bring a possible relationship person to a family event only 1 week into their relationship? So of course I backpedaled and said: "Yes, I'm joking... but I still have things I need to get done today." Obviously she's trying to build up something with me.
She let me know that she was going to head out anyways, and she'll be back at 9 tonight and wanted to see me once she got back. I'm going to try and stay away for tonight... I really need some time off, and her constant attention is beginning to seem a little too suffocating...
Yeah, she's not "the one"...
Today she messaged me around 9:30am letting me know that she was thankful that I came over to baby her since she had developed laryngitis, and that my "hugs are fantastic". Well, nothing really happened last night. She was already really exhausted and had taken some sleep medicine, so effectively she was zonked out.
My night consisted of me getting over there around midnight, sitting on her couch while she cuddled up to me and slept on my lap. Lame. But it earned major points for being the "nice guy".
So she messaged me first thing this morning, I chose to ignore it. Today is kind of a recuperation date for me, as this whole past week was spent being more social, out and about. Yesterday I spent it moving my friends, and today I need to catch up on some home chores that I've been putting off.
You should see my front lawn, all weeds that have grown at least knee high. Ugh.. I really should re-sod it, but the house is my landlords, they can take care of that. I'll just mow it in a bit and get it manageable.
Next week I have a soccer game on Monday night and another one on Thursday night (which I owe money for the season, even though I missed half of it, and this is the last game of the season... I just wasted $60.. lovely). Next weekend I'm heading up to Seattle with SR, it's a trip that she kind of planned for her birthday, even though the real birthday occurred last week. Yeah, I don't know... I'm leading her on too in the long run, but the company is fun, she just gets clingy and emotional on me at times.
So back to LF. She asked me to go with her to her nephews birthday party today out in Hood River. Well, I let her know that I had to get some chores done, and isn't it a bit early for me to meet her family? Well, she questioned that statement from me: "Please tell me your joking..".
Well, I really wasn't... I've only known her a week, why would someone bring a possible relationship person to a family event only 1 week into their relationship? So of course I backpedaled and said: "Yes, I'm joking... but I still have things I need to get done today." Obviously she's trying to build up something with me.
She let me know that she was going to head out anyways, and she'll be back at 9 tonight and wanted to see me once she got back. I'm going to try and stay away for tonight... I really need some time off, and her constant attention is beginning to seem a little too suffocating...
Yeah, she's not "the one"...
Saturday, July 28, 2007
Random meetings...
So a quick recap of last night... I went to the Bone concert with Ryan and Carl. Carl works for a ticketing agency that was handling the concert, so he was able to secure us VIP tickets for the concert.
I also have a friend who is the station manager for the radio station that put on the concert, and he did line me up passes as such, but I didn't get confirmation from him until late Friday, so I didn't use his, we went with Carl's passes instead. Both would have suited the purpose... Man, I could have scalped those more than likely, but I'm not like that. It's like returning someone's gift to you.. They put thought into it, and returning it is like a slap in the face: "You don't know me that well..." ugh.
I met Carl and Ryan at a bar before the concert where we had some drinks. Spoke a bit with some other guys who were there drinking. They were pretty drunk, and talking a lot about just getting out of jail, and how it was being incarcerated. Bleh. I've never been to jail, hopefully I'll never go, it's not in my plans. One time during the conversation, I mentioned to Ryan about my friend LF and how she was explaining that in order to keep a woman's breasts from sagging, they should do a lot of push-ups. She's walking proof of it, since she has 32D's. Yes, I can vouch for them too.. :) Damn they're nice, and boy have they stayed up nicely on her frame. Later though, may be issues. Hopefully she can keep her pattern up and stay active... for they are nice... really really nice.
Well, the felons adjacent to us perked up on the words of "Perky" and "Breasts"... I'm sure jail makes certain words carry more notice than others. One of the felons proceeded to explain to me that I needed to do incline presses, push-ups, etc in order to expand my chest and keep it up. Then I looked at him and dead panned: "I was talking about a woman's chest..." My friends, and the felon's friend busted up laughing. :) hah.. luckily I didn't get shanked, I thought.
We finished up dinner, then proceeded to head to the concert. All the while talking amongst ourselves about the jailbait that was walking down the street and heading to the concert. It's just wrong how some of the girls are dressing these days... Wrong in a pedo way, I'm sure, but still wrong. I'll never date someone younger than 24 now (sliding scale as I get older), let alone just 18. Even for just a fling, I don't think I can do it. I mean, some of my morals are still secured.
We went in, got our VIP passes and headed into the concert. The floor was split into 2 sides, younger than 21 on one side, the 21 and older on the other. The concert was at the Crystal Ballroom, which is managed by a local company called McMinemans. One of their drinks called Rubinator is a mixture of their Terminator Stout and Ruby ale beer. Damn it's good. I put down like 3 of those, and had another Mirror Pond that was provided to me by my friend Carl. Definitely good times.
Bone entered the stage from the VIP section, literally right behind me. Show was damn good, but Portland is a funny hip-hop crowd. Imagine a Rap concert in downtown Orange County and you'll see what I mean. White guys with no rhythm attempting to dance, white groupie girls and then like 10 African-Americans in the crowd. I think all of them were in the VIP section too, because my friends and I were about the only white people back there. But to me, it doesn't matter. I've never been judgmental of skin color, but stereotypes do make me laugh. Of course I had to text my friend Nate about the concert, he's a big hip-hop fan as I am, and he's originally from the East coast. He laughed about it as well. But the concert was great any ways.
After the concert I went back to my Durango. I had parked in a garage right downtown near the concert, I should have known it would be packed after the concert. I was still pretty damn buzzed from the drinks when I was leaving.. but I was able to drive.
When I was pulling out, a cute looking girl in a Subaru let me into the car line to queue up to get out. She was in the car with 2 other girls... Damn she seemed like a possibility. Anyways, while we were waiting to get out of the garage, she waved at me.. not once, but twice. My mind started thinking to its self... man, I need to go and at least give her my number, what do I have to lose?
Well, I didn't right at that time, until I was in the main line about to leave the garage. Finally I built up the nerve, got a business card out, jotted my cell number on it and proceeded to leave my car and walk back to hers... or what I thought it was hers. Stupid me didn't look at the model of the car, I just remembered she was about 3 cars back behind me in a white sedan... did I look at the sedan's model when I knocked on the window? No. Yeah, I'm an idiot.
So I knocked on the window, the girl asked if she knew me. I was like: "No, but your friend was nice to let me into the line, here's my card... " The driver girl looked at me and said "Oh how sweet..." Then I just went back to my car and got into it. And then I realized my mistake...
Yeah.. I'm just that stupid sometimes.
So once I got home, I hit up the website for a weekly newspaper that goes out here in town, Willamette Weekly, and proceeded to put in a "Chance Meetings" ad. It should run next week, I'll keep my fingers crossed... She was really cute, and man I'm dumb.
On a side note, I noticed that Sum had a personal ad on the site... I've recently started sleeping with Sum... and I met Sum on a different personals website... not sure if this is a good thing or not.... we're both getting around.
I also have a friend who is the station manager for the radio station that put on the concert, and he did line me up passes as such, but I didn't get confirmation from him until late Friday, so I didn't use his, we went with Carl's passes instead. Both would have suited the purpose... Man, I could have scalped those more than likely, but I'm not like that. It's like returning someone's gift to you.. They put thought into it, and returning it is like a slap in the face: "You don't know me that well..." ugh.
I met Carl and Ryan at a bar before the concert where we had some drinks. Spoke a bit with some other guys who were there drinking. They were pretty drunk, and talking a lot about just getting out of jail, and how it was being incarcerated. Bleh. I've never been to jail, hopefully I'll never go, it's not in my plans. One time during the conversation, I mentioned to Ryan about my friend LF and how she was explaining that in order to keep a woman's breasts from sagging, they should do a lot of push-ups. She's walking proof of it, since she has 32D's. Yes, I can vouch for them too.. :) Damn they're nice, and boy have they stayed up nicely on her frame. Later though, may be issues. Hopefully she can keep her pattern up and stay active... for they are nice... really really nice.
Well, the felons adjacent to us perked up on the words of "Perky" and "Breasts"... I'm sure jail makes certain words carry more notice than others. One of the felons proceeded to explain to me that I needed to do incline presses, push-ups, etc in order to expand my chest and keep it up. Then I looked at him and dead panned: "I was talking about a woman's chest..." My friends, and the felon's friend busted up laughing. :) hah.. luckily I didn't get shanked, I thought.
We finished up dinner, then proceeded to head to the concert. All the while talking amongst ourselves about the jailbait that was walking down the street and heading to the concert. It's just wrong how some of the girls are dressing these days... Wrong in a pedo way, I'm sure, but still wrong. I'll never date someone younger than 24 now (sliding scale as I get older), let alone just 18. Even for just a fling, I don't think I can do it. I mean, some of my morals are still secured.
We went in, got our VIP passes and headed into the concert. The floor was split into 2 sides, younger than 21 on one side, the 21 and older on the other. The concert was at the Crystal Ballroom, which is managed by a local company called McMinemans. One of their drinks called Rubinator is a mixture of their Terminator Stout and Ruby ale beer. Damn it's good. I put down like 3 of those, and had another Mirror Pond that was provided to me by my friend Carl. Definitely good times.
Bone entered the stage from the VIP section, literally right behind me. Show was damn good, but Portland is a funny hip-hop crowd. Imagine a Rap concert in downtown Orange County and you'll see what I mean. White guys with no rhythm attempting to dance, white groupie girls and then like 10 African-Americans in the crowd. I think all of them were in the VIP section too, because my friends and I were about the only white people back there. But to me, it doesn't matter. I've never been judgmental of skin color, but stereotypes do make me laugh. Of course I had to text my friend Nate about the concert, he's a big hip-hop fan as I am, and he's originally from the East coast. He laughed about it as well. But the concert was great any ways.
After the concert I went back to my Durango. I had parked in a garage right downtown near the concert, I should have known it would be packed after the concert. I was still pretty damn buzzed from the drinks when I was leaving.. but I was able to drive.
When I was pulling out, a cute looking girl in a Subaru let me into the car line to queue up to get out. She was in the car with 2 other girls... Damn she seemed like a possibility. Anyways, while we were waiting to get out of the garage, she waved at me.. not once, but twice. My mind started thinking to its self... man, I need to go and at least give her my number, what do I have to lose?
Well, I didn't right at that time, until I was in the main line about to leave the garage. Finally I built up the nerve, got a business card out, jotted my cell number on it and proceeded to leave my car and walk back to hers... or what I thought it was hers. Stupid me didn't look at the model of the car, I just remembered she was about 3 cars back behind me in a white sedan... did I look at the sedan's model when I knocked on the window? No. Yeah, I'm an idiot.
So I knocked on the window, the girl asked if she knew me. I was like: "No, but your friend was nice to let me into the line, here's my card... " The driver girl looked at me and said "Oh how sweet..." Then I just went back to my car and got into it. And then I realized my mistake...
Yeah.. I'm just that stupid sometimes.
So once I got home, I hit up the website for a weekly newspaper that goes out here in town, Willamette Weekly, and proceeded to put in a "Chance Meetings" ad. It should run next week, I'll keep my fingers crossed... She was really cute, and man I'm dumb.
On a side note, I noticed that Sum had a personal ad on the site... I've recently started sleeping with Sum... and I met Sum on a different personals website... not sure if this is a good thing or not.... we're both getting around.
Moving Karma +1
Moving... it's such a pain in the ass.
I'm currently leasing a house and will be moving in either late September/October to a newly constructed townhouse here in Portland. With the impending move, I know that moving karma will come in handy.
This weekend, 2 friends of mine: Carl and Ryan, are moving closer to where I currently reside in North East. Now is a good time to build that Karma. There went my Saturday, well not completely, as it's only 8:30pm right now.
My morning consisted of waking up at 9am, gathering my clothes/linens together and going to the local laundromat to get my things washed. Yes, I do live in a house, but the washer in my house has been broken for over a year now. I suppose that I should have raised the issue with my landlord, but the landlord is my parents, so the subject is a bit precarious to raise. Have you ever tried to ask your parents for money? I'm sure it's easier for some people, but for me it's not. My family is weird about money... I'll have to tangent on that another time.
So in the morning, I gathered everything together and then did my usual pattern: Pack the clothes, go to Starbucks, order my Quad Venti, no foam, extra hot cinnamon dulce latte. Just a bit picky, I know, but when I'm paying 5 bucks for a drink, I don't want 1/4 of it foam. Literally, I've had that multiple times and have finally gotten fed up with that as I've been informed by the baristas that Starbucks actually authorizes up to a 1/2 inch of a drink to be foam. WTF?!? "Please charge me $5 and only serve me half a drink... I liked to be screwed." Well, I do like to be screwed, but not monetarily.
The local Starbucks to me is frequented by some neighbors of mine, one being a patron that lives right next door to me. He's such a great guy, and his family is actually been there the second longest. My family has lived on the block the fourth longest... and we've lived on this block for over 25 years now.
Anyways, he was there, so we spoke a bit until a barista came by whom was done with her shift. I wish I would have spoken more to her before, but I found out that today was her last day for awhile, as she's heading back to finish up her Masters in education. She wants to teach 3rd grade. She is pretty cute too. Intelligence is a big turn on for me. A woman who is self sufficient, is strong willed and educated will get me every time. But alas, another missed opportunity for a possible connection... although I learned that she will be house sitting for my neighbor come September... hrm. I'll keep you posted on that one.
So after getting my drink and cinnamon roll, I shot the talk for a bit, then went and did my laundry. Laundromats are wonderful, you get all kinds that frequent those. But usually I just put on my headphones, stuff the machines and wait for them to complete their job as I drink my coffee, eat my roll and read the newspaper.
Once that was done, I went back home and ended up rolling out to my friends new place to help them unpack. I was a little late to help on the full job, but they were still grateful for the assistance. I'm sure it went much faster with an additional set of hands to help them out. One part of the move we had to get a couch up to their 3rd floor apartment, and the couch didn't fit in the elevator, so we had to move it up the stairs.
This apartment complex they're moving into is old... like almost bomb shelter old. Probably built in the 40's or so, so the stairwell isn't uniform, the hallways are narrow and the architecture is pretty unforgiving. But we did it. Ever played Tetris before? Yeah, I had to enlist those skills in order to get it up there for us. Carl and Ryan were stuck on tactics for moving it a few times, but I came up with enough positioning and was creative enough to get it up and into the apartment. As I told them at one point, plus to a bystander who was there to turn on their cable: "I'll Project Manage the Fuck out of this", heh. Brute force and awkwardness helps at times as well.
During the move, I received a call from LF letting me know that she has come down with laryngitis.. (Hope that's not contagious, as I'll more than definitely develop it... bleh.) Just had to head over to my company's website to check that out, and thankfully it's not contagious.
I also received some communique from C, seeing if we could possibly meet up today. Right now she's down at the BrewFest and saying it's rather fun... Ugh, too bad I'm pretty tired from the move. I'm sure I could rally up, but I'm not feeling too well (I've learned that Starbucks always give me gas... :( ) And don't feel too attractive right now. Plus, LF was asking me to come over to "cuddle" her tonight and make her feel better. Yeah, cuddle... Last time I "cuddled" with her, she O'd on her couch. Maybe a bit TMI, but it's true. Yet she continues to tell me she won't sleep with anyone until she's been "talking" to them for at least 3 weeks. But she did invite me to go up to a Mariner-Red Sox game in a few weeks and stay the night up there. Yeah, sure, cuddle.
In any case, it sounds more fun than staying home. I know for a fact that LF already knows how I look and all, I could just take a quick shower, get over there and have some fun for a bit, and cuddle. I think I'll pack protection, because you just... never... know. :)
But I have to work C into the relationship before I absolutely miss that opportunity. I have a soccer game tomorrow in the afternoon, the Brew Fest is tomorrow as well... Grr. Might have to set it up for next week, Tuesday or Wednesday.
I'm currently leasing a house and will be moving in either late September/October to a newly constructed townhouse here in Portland. With the impending move, I know that moving karma will come in handy.
This weekend, 2 friends of mine: Carl and Ryan, are moving closer to where I currently reside in North East. Now is a good time to build that Karma. There went my Saturday, well not completely, as it's only 8:30pm right now.
My morning consisted of waking up at 9am, gathering my clothes/linens together and going to the local laundromat to get my things washed. Yes, I do live in a house, but the washer in my house has been broken for over a year now. I suppose that I should have raised the issue with my landlord, but the landlord is my parents, so the subject is a bit precarious to raise. Have you ever tried to ask your parents for money? I'm sure it's easier for some people, but for me it's not. My family is weird about money... I'll have to tangent on that another time.
So in the morning, I gathered everything together and then did my usual pattern: Pack the clothes, go to Starbucks, order my Quad Venti, no foam, extra hot cinnamon dulce latte. Just a bit picky, I know, but when I'm paying 5 bucks for a drink, I don't want 1/4 of it foam. Literally, I've had that multiple times and have finally gotten fed up with that as I've been informed by the baristas that Starbucks actually authorizes up to a 1/2 inch of a drink to be foam. WTF?!? "Please charge me $5 and only serve me half a drink... I liked to be screwed." Well, I do like to be screwed, but not monetarily.
The local Starbucks to me is frequented by some neighbors of mine, one being a patron that lives right next door to me. He's such a great guy, and his family is actually been there the second longest. My family has lived on the block the fourth longest... and we've lived on this block for over 25 years now.
Anyways, he was there, so we spoke a bit until a barista came by whom was done with her shift. I wish I would have spoken more to her before, but I found out that today was her last day for awhile, as she's heading back to finish up her Masters in education. She wants to teach 3rd grade. She is pretty cute too. Intelligence is a big turn on for me. A woman who is self sufficient, is strong willed and educated will get me every time. But alas, another missed opportunity for a possible connection... although I learned that she will be house sitting for my neighbor come September... hrm. I'll keep you posted on that one.
So after getting my drink and cinnamon roll, I shot the talk for a bit, then went and did my laundry. Laundromats are wonderful, you get all kinds that frequent those. But usually I just put on my headphones, stuff the machines and wait for them to complete their job as I drink my coffee, eat my roll and read the newspaper.
Once that was done, I went back home and ended up rolling out to my friends new place to help them unpack. I was a little late to help on the full job, but they were still grateful for the assistance. I'm sure it went much faster with an additional set of hands to help them out. One part of the move we had to get a couch up to their 3rd floor apartment, and the couch didn't fit in the elevator, so we had to move it up the stairs.
This apartment complex they're moving into is old... like almost bomb shelter old. Probably built in the 40's or so, so the stairwell isn't uniform, the hallways are narrow and the architecture is pretty unforgiving. But we did it. Ever played Tetris before? Yeah, I had to enlist those skills in order to get it up there for us. Carl and Ryan were stuck on tactics for moving it a few times, but I came up with enough positioning and was creative enough to get it up and into the apartment. As I told them at one point, plus to a bystander who was there to turn on their cable: "I'll Project Manage the Fuck out of this", heh. Brute force and awkwardness helps at times as well.
During the move, I received a call from LF letting me know that she has come down with laryngitis.. (Hope that's not contagious, as I'll more than definitely develop it... bleh.) Just had to head over to my company's website to check that out, and thankfully it's not contagious.
I also received some communique from C, seeing if we could possibly meet up today. Right now she's down at the BrewFest and saying it's rather fun... Ugh, too bad I'm pretty tired from the move. I'm sure I could rally up, but I'm not feeling too well (I've learned that Starbucks always give me gas... :( ) And don't feel too attractive right now. Plus, LF was asking me to come over to "cuddle" her tonight and make her feel better. Yeah, cuddle... Last time I "cuddled" with her, she O'd on her couch. Maybe a bit TMI, but it's true. Yet she continues to tell me she won't sleep with anyone until she's been "talking" to them for at least 3 weeks. But she did invite me to go up to a Mariner-Red Sox game in a few weeks and stay the night up there. Yeah, sure, cuddle.
In any case, it sounds more fun than staying home. I know for a fact that LF already knows how I look and all, I could just take a quick shower, get over there and have some fun for a bit, and cuddle. I think I'll pack protection, because you just... never... know. :)
But I have to work C into the relationship before I absolutely miss that opportunity. I have a soccer game tomorrow in the afternoon, the Brew Fest is tomorrow as well... Grr. Might have to set it up for next week, Tuesday or Wednesday.
Friday, July 27, 2007
Meeting new women...
So... I received a message from C today... mind you, we've been emailing each other a few times, talking about what our daily plans are, trying to sync up for a possible date...
Message from yesterday read:
"Sorry about that, I did see your number and then I guess I spaced on calling, it wasn't intentional!! :)
Hope your dinner went well last night. Yes, please let me know if you head out tonight after the game. Though it sounds like you might be a few drinks ahead of me, so if that is the case, I'll have to make sure I have a couple beforehand!
Work has been kicking my butt this week, but I wanted to say hi. My cell is 4xx.2xx.9xxx, so hopefully we can meet up either tonight or later on this week.
C"
hrm... 4xx area code... Cali pre-fix. I like Cali girls. :) Little bit of attitude, little bit of maintenance, but can be superficial at times. Hopefully this one is a bit more balanced. I mean, she did move up here to Portland, right?
Did I call as I said I would if I had her number? No. Granted, I was there with another girl (LF), almost ran into a different one (SR) at the game that would have lead to cataclysmic repercussions, but didn't... did I need to chance throwing a 3rd in the mix on the same night? I think not.
So she sent me a message again today:
"Hi Brent- I hope you had a good time last night. If you are still interested in meeting up somewhere down the line, let me know!!
My department is off for a Booze Cruise right now. Pretty funny. It'll be a great early start to the weekend!
Happy Friday, C"
'Down the line...' Sounds like the words of one who's beginning to give up on meeting with me.... Not a good sign, I mean, she could be 'the one', right?
So I just left her a voicemail a little bit ago; she bumped my call to voicemail... makes sense though if she's partaking on social activities with her work. I don't blame her at all.
Hopefully she'll call me back. The concert starts at 9pm... Bone doesn't get on until probably 10... over by what, 11-11:30-12?
I'll be there with some guy friends of mine though.... And one of the guys was with me when I was hanging out with LF... Then again, he's been around when I've been hanging out with SR, so I'm pretty sure he doesn't have any ill will towards my actions...
We'll see what goes down tonight... Hopefully she'll call, at least her picture looked pretty good on her profile...
Message from yesterday read:
"Sorry about that, I did see your number and then I guess I spaced on calling, it wasn't intentional!! :)
Hope your dinner went well last night. Yes, please let me know if you head out tonight after the game. Though it sounds like you might be a few drinks ahead of me, so if that is the case, I'll have to make sure I have a couple beforehand!
Work has been kicking my butt this week, but I wanted to say hi. My cell is 4xx.2xx.9xxx, so hopefully we can meet up either tonight or later on this week.
C"
hrm... 4xx area code... Cali pre-fix. I like Cali girls. :) Little bit of attitude, little bit of maintenance, but can be superficial at times. Hopefully this one is a bit more balanced. I mean, she did move up here to Portland, right?
Did I call as I said I would if I had her number? No. Granted, I was there with another girl (LF), almost ran into a different one (SR) at the game that would have lead to cataclysmic repercussions, but didn't... did I need to chance throwing a 3rd in the mix on the same night? I think not.
So she sent me a message again today:
"Hi Brent- I hope you had a good time last night. If you are still interested in meeting up somewhere down the line, let me know!!
My department is off for a Booze Cruise right now. Pretty funny. It'll be a great early start to the weekend!
Happy Friday, C"
'Down the line...' Sounds like the words of one who's beginning to give up on meeting with me.... Not a good sign, I mean, she could be 'the one', right?
So I just left her a voicemail a little bit ago; she bumped my call to voicemail... makes sense though if she's partaking on social activities with her work. I don't blame her at all.
Hopefully she'll call me back. The concert starts at 9pm... Bone doesn't get on until probably 10... over by what, 11-11:30-12?
I'll be there with some guy friends of mine though.... And one of the guys was with me when I was hanging out with LF... Then again, he's been around when I've been hanging out with SR, so I'm pretty sure he doesn't have any ill will towards my actions...
We'll see what goes down tonight... Hopefully she'll call, at least her picture looked pretty good on her profile...
Weekend Agenda..
quick recap of this week:
Monday: LF's house...
Tuesday: Concert with Sum...
Wednesday: Dinner with SR for her birthday at my house...
Thursday: Timbers game with LF... (Barely avoided having SR see me with LF at the game...) Then went to LF's house to hang out...
Tonight: Bone Thugz concert with the guys, might meet up with C (new girl, would be meeting her for the first time) after it...
Saturday: Brewfest with a friend, Mike... maybe... might take C if I don't see her tonight...
Sunday: Soccer at 1pm, no dates lined up yet...
yeah... busy week.
Monday: LF's house...
Tuesday: Concert with Sum...
Wednesday: Dinner with SR for her birthday at my house...
Thursday: Timbers game with LF... (Barely avoided having SR see me with LF at the game...) Then went to LF's house to hang out...
Tonight: Bone Thugz concert with the guys, might meet up with C (new girl, would be meeting her for the first time) after it...
Saturday: Brewfest with a friend, Mike... maybe... might take C if I don't see her tonight...
Sunday: Soccer at 1pm, no dates lined up yet...
yeah... busy week.
Thursday, July 26, 2007
This weeks schedule...
Socially it's been crazy. Occupationally quite boring.
So last week or so, I was randomly messaged on MySpace (blasphemy, I know) by a girl named Stephanie. She seemed pretty sweet. Her profile said she was athletic, working as a Systems Analyst and her pictures were pretty cute.
But what did she write me about? My cats. This probably should have been the first red flag... but I digress.
I really have no formal relationships ongoing right now. Sure, there's a girl that I do hang out on more occasions than others, but in the long run she won't be the next one I'll marry. ("Next" you ask? Stay tuned, I may or may not delve into that whole saga at a later time...). So I decided to go ahead and setup a date. Nice dinner at an Italian restaurant here (Touche's), that has great pool upstairs, but I hadn't yet frequented their restaurant. The plan was, if the conversation went well, mayhaps we'd be able to extend it to more drinks and pool upstairs.
We decided to meet around 7pm on Friday, actually now that I remember, it was to have dinner after work. It was actually one night which I didn't have a soccer game scheduled. I showed up a bit early, never a good thing to be late to a date, and waited patiently for her to show up. After about 20 minutes she showed up. She was beautiful, blonde hair, blue eyes and about 5'8" with a runners body. The bonus is that she actually had a figure, not the too skinny body that runners sometime gain when they're down to 0% body fat. Her looks pleased me much.
I stood up, gave her a hug and then we proceeded to sit down and begin to converse. I ordered a microbrew, she ordered some wine and we kept talking. We spoke for about 1/2 hour before even ordering our food, and at one time during the opening hour or so of our date the server came over to ask us about a possible desert, and then proceeded to inform us that the owner wanted to provide it for us. He must have seen the sparks, because in the beginning there were many.
We both clicked on topics, beliefs, political stances.... and then the history talk began to come up.
I've been told about this, and yet I always fall into the same trap. I'm getting better at avoiding it, but it still got me this time. Mind you, this was into the 3rd/4th hour of our date. Up to this point, we had spoken about, and even appeared to be excited about the opportunity for a second date.
Never, never talk about history on the first date. Although I'm philosophical about it, and it may be a good debate to bring up.
She started talking about her family history, drug use, addictions, overdoses, physical disabilities in her immediate family. All things which I believe in myself that I could overcome, or be supportive for another to work through. She spoke of her recent ex... that she was just finishing up separating property with, she was still letting him use her car for the next few weeks until he get situated and moves on. (So now I ask myself, why was she out looking for another date so soon?... )
I can be empathetic of a bad breakup, but on my logical side I have always felt that at the end of a relationship for me it becomes more black and white. If you reach a point where you are finally stepping physically away from the other person, it's over. Finito.
For my ex, I paid for her car while she figured out where she would move on to, and so I assumed that Steph would be able to as well... but everyone is not the same.
So during this conversation, I slipped into mentioning about my ex.... never ever talk of a divorce on a first date, but then on the other hand, it could be a good litmus test of sorts for the person you're with. Good judgement of someone who can be understanding and realize that not everything in the world is a story book. Another bonus is the fact that at least in my opinion, it's a sign about the maturity of someone. Someone who doesn't judge a book by their cover, that can understand that not everything works perfectly.
Dinner finally finished up, both with us having half-eaten dinners that had grown cold due to the excellent conversation in the beginning hours of the date. I broached the subject of going upstairs to play some pool, and she agreed so up we went. The tables were full, as they always are, but instead of drinks to pass the time, she claimed being tired and wanted to go home.
The next day, I sent her a message letting her know that I had a great time, and would want to possibly meet up again shortly.... then the response:
"I had a good time last night too. Thank you for dinner and the company. However, what I also realized last night is that I am not ready to start anything right now. My recent break-up is still very fresh and I need to take a few steps back and work on me. I think you are an amazing guy and feel lucky to have met you. Good luck with Soccer and everything. Maybe I will see you around some time:)
Steph"
It's not you, it's me... I hate that response.
So last week or so, I was randomly messaged on MySpace (blasphemy, I know) by a girl named Stephanie. She seemed pretty sweet. Her profile said she was athletic, working as a Systems Analyst and her pictures were pretty cute.
But what did she write me about? My cats. This probably should have been the first red flag... but I digress.
I really have no formal relationships ongoing right now. Sure, there's a girl that I do hang out on more occasions than others, but in the long run she won't be the next one I'll marry. ("Next" you ask? Stay tuned, I may or may not delve into that whole saga at a later time...). So I decided to go ahead and setup a date. Nice dinner at an Italian restaurant here (Touche's), that has great pool upstairs, but I hadn't yet frequented their restaurant. The plan was, if the conversation went well, mayhaps we'd be able to extend it to more drinks and pool upstairs.
We decided to meet around 7pm on Friday, actually now that I remember, it was to have dinner after work. It was actually one night which I didn't have a soccer game scheduled. I showed up a bit early, never a good thing to be late to a date, and waited patiently for her to show up. After about 20 minutes she showed up. She was beautiful, blonde hair, blue eyes and about 5'8" with a runners body. The bonus is that she actually had a figure, not the too skinny body that runners sometime gain when they're down to 0% body fat. Her looks pleased me much.
I stood up, gave her a hug and then we proceeded to sit down and begin to converse. I ordered a microbrew, she ordered some wine and we kept talking. We spoke for about 1/2 hour before even ordering our food, and at one time during the opening hour or so of our date the server came over to ask us about a possible desert, and then proceeded to inform us that the owner wanted to provide it for us. He must have seen the sparks, because in the beginning there were many.
We both clicked on topics, beliefs, political stances.... and then the history talk began to come up.
I've been told about this, and yet I always fall into the same trap. I'm getting better at avoiding it, but it still got me this time. Mind you, this was into the 3rd/4th hour of our date. Up to this point, we had spoken about, and even appeared to be excited about the opportunity for a second date.
Never, never talk about history on the first date. Although I'm philosophical about it, and it may be a good debate to bring up.
She started talking about her family history, drug use, addictions, overdoses, physical disabilities in her immediate family. All things which I believe in myself that I could overcome, or be supportive for another to work through. She spoke of her recent ex... that she was just finishing up separating property with, she was still letting him use her car for the next few weeks until he get situated and moves on. (So now I ask myself, why was she out looking for another date so soon?... )
I can be empathetic of a bad breakup, but on my logical side I have always felt that at the end of a relationship for me it becomes more black and white. If you reach a point where you are finally stepping physically away from the other person, it's over. Finito.
For my ex, I paid for her car while she figured out where she would move on to, and so I assumed that Steph would be able to as well... but everyone is not the same.
So during this conversation, I slipped into mentioning about my ex.... never ever talk of a divorce on a first date, but then on the other hand, it could be a good litmus test of sorts for the person you're with. Good judgement of someone who can be understanding and realize that not everything in the world is a story book. Another bonus is the fact that at least in my opinion, it's a sign about the maturity of someone. Someone who doesn't judge a book by their cover, that can understand that not everything works perfectly.
Dinner finally finished up, both with us having half-eaten dinners that had grown cold due to the excellent conversation in the beginning hours of the date. I broached the subject of going upstairs to play some pool, and she agreed so up we went. The tables were full, as they always are, but instead of drinks to pass the time, she claimed being tired and wanted to go home.
The next day, I sent her a message letting her know that I had a great time, and would want to possibly meet up again shortly.... then the response:
"I had a good time last night too. Thank you for dinner and the company. However, what I also realized last night is that I am not ready to start anything right now. My recent break-up is still very fresh and I need to take a few steps back and work on me. I think you are an amazing guy and feel lucky to have met you. Good luck with Soccer and everything. Maybe I will see you around some time:)
Steph"
It's not you, it's me... I hate that response.
Randomness
July 26th, 2007. Day 1 of an infamous blog.
Hopefully I'll be able to tell some funny, sad and entertaining stories of my daily occurrences. A lot of my thoughts will be random, I'll try not to censor myself and be as unique, open and honest as I can.
Wish me luck.
Hopefully I'll be able to tell some funny, sad and entertaining stories of my daily occurrences. A lot of my thoughts will be random, I'll try not to censor myself and be as unique, open and honest as I can.
Wish me luck.
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