THE Date.

 

I’m not going to lie to you. I lost my faith in online dating after my last date. I mean, why would I want to go out with a man who is only interested in one thing. I’m not into wasting my time anymore. I believe that I am old enough to have a mature relationship… you know, one that is founded on friendship and a connection.  So, when I received an email from this gentleman on OkCupid, I was a little leery. We wrote back and forth for a couple emails- and he seemed really nice and funny. He then gave me his phone number.  Whoa, only after a couple emails.
Fast, but hey- I took a leap of faith. 
So onward, because I believe that I talked about him in my last post.

Last night I spent with my cousin Kayla watching movies. (Cry Baby, Little Shop of Horrors, Death Becomes Her, and The Thing (old one, which I fell asleep watching- right after the dog turns into some horrible looking monstrosity.) I was chatting with him until like 230, when he asked me if I wanted to go to breakfast in the morning. I kind of put him off, telling him to ask me in the morning.  So at 830, I got a text from him “Wakey wakey” in which I responded “Eggs and Bakey?”.  If any of you know what movie that is from high five! He didn’t know- but I won’t hold it against him.

So begged Kayla to take me to breakfast- though it wasn’t much a fight, since she knew a free breakfast was at the end of the trip. So we threw ourselves together, I did the best I could with what I had. Which consisted of a sweater, cheetah flats, and jeans. My hair = mess. Calmed it as much as possible. Kayla gave me the thumbs up, and out we went.
We ended up going to a café in Fall River named Sherri’s Place.  Small diner with personality.  Come to find out, it’s located at the end of the street that I grew up on back in the day. Whoa. Anyway, we ended up getting there earlier than him. Thank goodness. That’s how I like it. Like it’s my home turf. I don’t have to do the whole- Are you so and so? We get our coffee and tea and begin to wait for him to get there. I’m not that nervous, I like having Kayla there- my home base, makes me feel ok to be myself. Don’t ask.

So I look up after saying something to Kayla- and there he is coming through the door.
First reaction- Cute and a great dresser!
He sits down and it begins. He doesn’t drink coffee… but whatever.  I’ll let that go considering he has style. Black peacoat, nice jeans, black striped button down, and catch this Jillian- nice black shoes. (Yep. No sneakers in sight) 
He’s funny. He smiles a lot. AND get this, he laughs at my jokes. He holds up his end of the conversation- there is no awkward silences.  Time flies, pretty soon it’s about time for us to leave.
Sad story. He gets up and pays for all of us and it’s then that I realize how cute he is. Hold me back. Breathe Trinity.

So, what do you do?! Hug? Handshake? Pat on the back? All of this runs through my mind. He gives me a hug, and tells me it was nice to meet me. Kayla shakes his hand- not knowing what to do- since we just met him. And we leave.

I texted him after we left- because I was in such a fuss I forgot to thank him for breakfast. *facepalm* He writes back and tells me that he had a great time and that I am cuter than in my pictures. *insta-smile* He asks if he can see me again.
I leave feeling elated. Kayla gives her stamp of approval. I haven’t been this happy in a while. It’s kind of nice to meet someone who you mesh with right away.
Don’t you worry- I’m not going overboard, though I do want to shout from the rooftops that it is possible to meet someone online! I am holding myself back- barely.

It was a great start to my morning.

A perma-smile is on my face.
It’s going to be a great day.

Traffic. What’s that?

How do I keep myself entertained while waiting for my wonderful cousin to get out of class? Glad you asked. Jam to some tunes and take pictures of my beautiful self. Oh yes. Got to work that vanity. *click click* I love me some sunshine and Deadmau5.  Add a little randomness in there and you get Elton John next. Don’t ask. I love him.

 

Sunshine whilst waiting for Kayla. I think I even got a little sunburn.Yes, sunburn in November. I’ll take that.

We get in the car, turn up the jams… off to Target we ran.
Saddest thing ever? Leaving Target empty handed.  There was this wonderful hat that I fell in love with at first look.
It even looked fab on me. It was even on clearance!
It was hard, but I put it back.
If it’s still there on Friday when I go back- I will be leaving with it.

When we walked out the door, we realized that we were STAH-ving.
Out of the corner of our eyes we see Five Guys.
I’ve never been- so we decided it was the prime time for me to check it out.

My review for Five Guys.
1. Kind of pricey. $18 for two cheeseburgers, fries, and one large drink.
     - One positive thing to the price… you got a shit ton of fries. I mean a shit ton. An entire meal bag full of tasty Cajun fries.
2. Awesome soda machines… very futuristic looking.
3. FREE PEANUTS while you wait. Om nom nom.
4. Fresh burgers and fries every time.
5. Every burger can be topped the way you want it. From shrooms to peppers.

All in all, I still think that Culver’s is better. Sorry Five Guys. A mediocre replacement to my favorite burger, Maybe I’ll give it one more shot.

After that Kayla and I ran to Attleboro to a doctor’s appointment. Yee haw.
Only took 15 minutes. FTW. Last time I was stuck waiting for at least an hour.
I was even ready this time, Zune and Tetris all set up- I didn’t even get to lose my game.

On the road home we hit some ridiculous traffic and got lost on the way. Fun stuff.
One this good about traffic, time to jam out to tunes and talk about sex. Did I just say that? Oh yes. Talk about sexy sex- like dressing up like a nurse. Hot.
I still think I’d prefer to be a french maid. Oui Oui.

Traffic- what a mess, but a lovely view none the less.
Shit. I’m on my way to becoming Dr. Suess- I must confess.
But I digress, I lack some serious finesse.

I’m done.

Workstation 101

 

 

What you see here was a gift from my aunt. A “Congratulations on deciding to restart your life" gift with a side of “You need a way to keep connected- like on facebook!!”. Ok ok. So my Nonnie is a crackbook addict. I don’t think she needs an intervention… yet. Either way, this was a wonderful gift. I even like the keyboard.

Diet Pepsi is a must. I don’t know if that will ever change. Though I can tell you that the frequency of my drinkage has gone way down. I wouldn’t be surprised if Pepsi Co. contacts me and interrogates me as to why I have given up the habit of drinking a couple bottles a day. My answer- I don’t have a vending machine ten feet from me. Maybe they’ll give me my own! There’s an idea. Danger.

My Zune. t probably is extremely happy that I have removed it from my makeup drawer. What was it doing there? Something with the idea that I lost my charger, and had no reason to use it anymore. False. I redid my entire library, and it’s so close to perfection, I almost cried. Definitely is my fuel for blogging… or dancing. Whichever comes first. Shake that booty .

My cousin, MRS. Kay now. Don’t you forget it. Even though I let Miss Kay sip from time to time. Sorry love! But she is a Mrs. She’s a new addition to my work place. I am thoroughly enjoying her. We have a lot of similarities… also differences. Which makes conversations that much more interesting.

My phone is missing from the picture, but it’s there. Sucking down battery even though I haven’t touched it in the last hour. *shakes head* I love that it’s a mini computer, but damn, I use it for a moment and half of the battery is gone. Gah. What am I going to do if I want to make a … home video?! It’d better be a quick one if that’s the case.

Dunkin Iced Coffee. Self explanatory. This morning there was an extra shot of espresso thrown in there… Oh excuse me. Turbo shot. I have to get that right. My cousin is the one with the veggies. Broccoli Kayla?! Sick. You keep your damn alien brain veggie.

Keys. The exit strategy for today. She’s in class for another two hours, and I feel like I’ve been sitting in the lounge area long enough, sucking up table space. A nice table if I may add. With my back to the wall, so I can watch the world, or the hot looking man with a striking resemblance to Hickey Kinickey. It’s the hair… greased back. I can barely believe it.

 

Sorry. Gotta bounce. Britney just came on. Let’s DANCE!!

College Student for a Day…

Good Morning.

Sorry for mistreating the blog. Yet again. I think I need a spanking. Feel free. *bends over* No? Darn. The days have been flying by. Working until 11 and then having to be at work for 6 the next morning puts on the damper on the day. Especially when I end up napping most of it away.

So here I sit, looking out the window looking at the student traffic rushing off to class. Makes me long for the days of being in college. I’d redo them in a minute. Hold up. No way.
I’d hope that I would handle myself differently, but I don’t think I’d ever want to completely redo them. I had way too much fun. It may not have had the best outcome but what did happen was me finding some of the best friends that I have ever had.

Anywho, this morning when I work up I realized that having bangs is awesome… until you wake up in the morning. I look like a housewife from the seventies. Ugh. Parted down the middle, hair long and feathered out just right. Eep! All I am missing is the Aquanet. *shiver* Which means, if I do ever wake up at a man’s house, I will have to run to the bathroom before he wakes… Riiiiight.

Update: The guy that I went on a date with a couple of weeks ago is gone. Sad? Not I. I sat back and thought about it- why was I getting all worked up about a guy that jumped on me in the car, bit my neck, and pronounced he was horny?! Am I that low on myself that I feel that if he doesn’t want me, I should be sad? Yikes Trinity. Wake up and smell the cologne. There are others. Deleted.

Speaking of others… I’m on to the next one. This time I’m going to play this different.
He emailed me, and I looked at his profile.  He just moved here a month ago. Looking to restart life. Wants to go back to school. Lives 15 minutes away from me. Sound familiar much!?
I started talking to him, and surprise! We can actually keep up a conversation, real time- not just over emails. When I asked him what he listens to when he cooks, his response proved to me that he is someone I want to meet. “It depends. I love music. Last week it was classical… this week it was Daft Punk.” Mouth falls to floor. Not getting ahead of myself… just a hopeful jaunt is in my step. Now to figure out what a good first date would be. Sha-zaam,

I’m sad to say that I didn’t do much over the Halloween weekend. (Though I did receive a card from my lovely!!! Thank you sooo much. xoxox) I ended up spending the weekend with my cousin watching scary movies. Best being The Crazies. And since it was Halloween weekend, I watched The Exorcist. Gave my cousin the shivers. Sunday I went car shopping with my aunt. (who was upset under it all that I didn’t go to church. My bad. Sorry that I hate your church… must find my own.) Found quite a few… the faves being a Jetta and an Impreza. Fuck yes. Both under 5 G ladies and gentleman.  I will probably be going again this weekend. Excited.

Plus I am digging the bangs. Therefore, I will be keeping them for a while. Zooey, you’d be proud.

Holla. Isn’t this the truth??

Information Overload

Online dating. Honestly the last thing that I wanted to hear from my friends. I know people who have met the love of their lives off the internets and are happily married.  I don’t know where they find these people, because most of the men that I meet on the internet are creepo’s with one thing on their mind. Or write messages like “Ur cute. Mzg me back plzzzzzzzzzzz.”
Please tell who the hell responds to that kind of message.
This girl.
”I don’t know what you were trying to write me, but it does leave me with a question.
WoUlD yOu ReSpOnD tO a GiRl ThAt wRoTe 2 U lIkE tHiS?! (That took way to much effort… why the hell do they write like that anyway? It takes forever.) No? Well then you understand why you are not getting a normal response.Thanks.”

So, this is actually a post about my first date with a man I met off the internet.
Aries man  contacts Cancer woman (That would be me!).
Woman is skeptical about this man. We actually email each other. At least four paragraphs. Compared to the impaired speller… that’s amazing. We have witty conversation.
Exchange phone numbers. Decide to actually meet one another.

A week later, I’m sitting at a bar/pool hall- talking to the bartender and giving him a hard time because he’s never made an old fashioned, let alone had one.
Sad story, but he was cute so I wasn’t too harsh. Plus he gave me a free drink… SCORE!
That alone made my night better. Sit and wait I did.
Then all of a sudden, the stool next to me moves. I look. o.O
Skinny skinny man, looks at me too. We eye each other up.
I’m feeling good, since I’ve already got one 7&7 down… (with hardly any dinner eaten.)
I begin to chat- it’s a tad awkward, but it gets better.
We decided to play pool.  I’m going to be straight forward with you. I’m not that bad at pool, but for some horrible reason, I was sucking duck anus. *shakes head* Horrible. He even laughed. Good naturedly of course. *evil glare* He plays on a league.  @#*%#(.
We end up outside to smoke, he had cloves. Brought back memories of my lovely. (Also referred to as bestie and Nicole.)
He tells me that he has some sort of syndrome. He’s obsessed with plucking his eyebrows. Hmm… and eyelashes?! Where do I find these people?! Just kidding. Everyone has their issues. Mine you ask? None of your dang business. I only call out other people. Like a normal person.
He brings me home (after me getting the directions backwards, whoops! Hey. I’ve only lived here a fortnight.)
He gives me a kiss goodnight. Which is eh. And then… WHAM. My seat flies back. WTF?! And he attacks my neck. Not lovingly- with a growl and a bite. I have the mark to prove it. *shakes fist*
It was hot, but in my aunt’s driveway?! Shit son. That would’ve been my definition of H-E- double hockey sticks. Lose my earring. And here I sit today. He wants to meet again.
I’m not sure, because when I’m told a man has an insatiable sex drive… on the first date.
It’s kind of a turn off. Yikes.

 

RANDOMOCITY!
Best lines about botox ever!

Husband: "Honey, you seem strangely unmoved by the fact that the dog just ate a carving knife."
Wife: "I'm furrowing my brow with concern… on the inside."

Current jam: http://grooveshark.com/s/09+to+Return/41niDu?src=5 
Check it out.

FV Iced Extra Extra

I’ve been here three weeks, and I have managed to accomplish a pretty good amount. They say that you should remind of yourself of the good things- you know, to make sure you don’t get lost in the depressing nature of the world today. SO.
In these last three weeks, I’ve managed to get settled, found a car, found a job, and have gone on two dates. That is not normal for me… so that is a big deal, ok?!
I am coffee connoisseur. I make them just the way you like it… at Dunkin Donuts. (At 25!? Yep. Surprisingly to me, most of my workers are around my age. Hmm. Judge not. Hokay.)
If you know me at all, (which only a few of you do…) I love love love Dunkin Donuts coffee.  So in a small way I am happy to work there. The fact that I get a free coffee at work, just adds to the pot. That and I get tips. Yes!

It’s been difficult.  I had forgotten what is involved with working with the public. I have to get in the swing of things.  I’ve been the coffee runner, I mean maker, for the last two days.  I feel as though I have a hand on it.  Well I did until I took creamer out of the fridge and it was leaking out EVERY where… on me, under me, on the counter. I freaked, and threw it in the garbage, which I guess isn’t right?! She digs back in there, amongst the coffee grounds and sugar packets and grabs it out. As I sit in a stasis of what the fuck just happened?! What I do. Did I mention this was at a RUSH! So the employess were running around with their heads cut off. And there was little ol’ me trying to figure out what the fuck to do after the creamer exploded on me.  What happened next? Cup shoved in my hand, and back on the track I went. Only a few more mistakes and spillage of coffee on my NEW WHITE SNEAKERS happened in the rest of the afternoon.

I go in again tonight- I’m braced for whatever may happen. I’ve only worked mid mornings for the past couple of days. And I’m on tonight with Darlene, the boss which I can’t quite place yet personality wise, alone. Breathe in, breathe out.
Not going to lie though, the amount of eye candy that comes in on the daily is eh, but when they come through, their presence is worth the wait. Meow. Men in suits… and construction workers.
Ok, have to leave to get on this budget ordeal. Why must keeping tabs on money be so time consuming? Personal assistants needed all around.
Here’s my ad.
Wanted: Personal assistant to help get life in order.
I can pay in rice pudding, awkward laughs, and hugging. Maybe the occasional free coffee.
Must be tall, dark, handsome and wear a loin cloth.
I think I’ll be getting lots of responses.

In the beginning… there were goals.

This is the beginning of a story in which the ending is not yet known. This is going to be my story.
With entrances and departures of many people and the waves of my emotions. Phew. It’s going to be a hell of a ride.

I am a woman. I am a 25 year old living with family.  Not my immediate though, already tried that. I’m living with my Fairy Godmother (fairy is optional, though she is a true blessing) and my Spectacle of a Grandmother. 
That’s a nice way to put it.

Yes.

 

 

I woke up one day not too long ago, and realized what I was suffering from. My Quarter Life Crisis.
Where everything that my family and friends have been telling me since, I don’t know FORever?!, finally kicked in.  I wasn’t happy, I hated my job, I was in a rut. Living the same way, every weekend, putting off life. Life is scary.  I was comfortable. Until that day. I made a huge decision.
I cut off the umbilical cord ( so to speak and proverbially put on another) and decided to move. Not just cities, states.  To live where I think my heart would be happiest. But what have I found- happiness comes with a car.  Not money, but a vehicle. I don’t know how the ladies living on the plain did it. Oh, it’s probably because they worked at the house jamming jam and mashing ‘tatoes and that was their job.  They never had to worry about asking for a ride to work with your somewhat coherent grandmother that rambles about the same thing over and over, while speaking at a level only most dogs can hear. AH!

But I will over come the odds.  So I am setting goals. Scary for me. That’s because I’ve tried doing this umpteen times… but this time it will be different. This time it will be goal.

Goal for today: Write up mock budget. (With whatever meager hours I get at work.)
Goal for next week: Applied to at least five different jobs. I need more stability.
Goal for the month: Save as much money as possible. Don’t let boys bite my neck. Keep up on laundry. Avoid as many carbs as possible. Good Bye Sweet Oreo.
Goal for six months: Have enough saved to take some classes at BCC, Have a car (however it may look), have friends, lose 30 pounds.
Goal for a year: Be in school. Have a car. Pay my bills. Have a job. Lose 50 pounds.

This can’t all happen over night, I know this. I sat in bed with my mind racing for hours about how I feel like I’m using my family and that I’m stuck again. But with a little pep talk from my sister and realizing it’s just the beginning, I will not let myself get stuck again.  (If I can keep my sanity for that long.)

What’s to come in the year ahead. Hopefully moments of happiness and joy, with the limits set to low on sorrow. And high on fashion mistakes… well I hope not. Maybe I’ll even find a man. Muahaha. A girl can hope.

I need coffee. This is going to be a hell of a trip.