8/18/2011: Mr. Chocolate

No, MR. Chocolate is not in reference to an African American man....

Mr. Chocolate and I had exchanged numbers about a half year ago and we hadn't talked at all since...until a few days ago when I randomly went thru my phone and decided to text him out of the blue. We had never met up and I can't remember why, but I thought what the heck?

I invited him to a bbq I was having for my girlfriend who had just come home from a month long trip and we were just trying to get bodies to come and eat the 5lbs of carne asada she had gotten (maybe a little over-exaggeration)...

He texted back and said he couldn't make it but that we should set something up for next weekend, or sooner. Two days later I text him inviting him to Taco Tuesday and he writes back saying he is seeing someone, but has tons of single guy friends he wants to introduce me to....I'm fine with that...honesty and hook up to where the single guys hang! I tell him I have a single girlfriend and lets for sure set something up for the weekend....he agrees and we leave it at that.

2 days pass and I get a text...from Mr. Chocolate, just saying "hey". I reply and let him know there is karaoke and beer pong at a bar tonight. It's Thursday. I tell him to tell his friends because both me and my girlfriend are going. He replies back, "I'm bringing myself". Confused, I ask, "no friends?" he replied with "there have been some developments in the past couple days"....which meant the girl he had been seeing, he ain't seeing no more.

Now, it's been so long since I've talked to or even seen the profile page for this guy. I can't remember what he looks like, all I know is his profession which I have him as in my phone "Chocolatier"....I go with it though because if I gave him my number 6 months ago and took his, I am sure I was attracted to him somehow!

I get to the bar, and order my usual, water.

My girlfriend comes in and a couple other friends, then Mr. Chocolate walks thru the door. My gf looks at me and asks "Is that him?!" I glance quickly to the door and turn back to her and say "I HAVE NO IDEA" but he is CUTE! I think we even shared a school girl giggle over him for a second before he approached the table.

By far the most attractive pof guy I've met. 

A little shorter than my usual, and it didn't help that I had on my highest heels, but he was still within my height range. And he is creative and talented, successful and ambitious....this could be a good thing.

He offered to buy me and my gf drinks, was engaging and could hold a conversation, seemed genuinely interested in what I had to say and seemed like an all around good guy. Didn't hurt that he kept complimenting me too. LOL

Having to work early, he left before I did and asked if I could walk him out, which I did, and he went in for the kiss...

But...

He had to kind of go up on his toes to reach my lips, which is when I just plain stopped him! That is too weird for me! I told him next time I won't wear my highest heels and if there is a first kiss it will be more organic, not so mechanically put together with him having to tippy toe it!...

We don't make any solid plans but I'm sure I'll see Mr. Chocolate again soon.

08/10/2011: Mr. Whammy Bar!

So it's been a few days since my date with Mr. Whammy Bar and I would love to all but forget it, but it was so entertaining and I just found my phone notes about the date and had to make an entry here!

So, my notes are as follows:

Whammy Bar

'Sassy'

Firewok is go to song

Nar

Doesn't surf, boogie boards to get "so deep in the barrel"

Okay, let me explain....I had talked to Mr. Whammy bar online and thru text for about 3 days, and he seemed semi normal and sorta cute from the pics and profile. I got a little scared the night of our date however because he just seemed a little TOO optimistic. I had to do dinner with my folks, making the 7pm meet up more like 9pm and he was driving through my town on his way home which is about 30 minutes North. He seemed almost excited to wait at a gas station, in his car until I was done. I offered to postpone our meeting to another night becuase unexpected plans had come up, but he wouldn't have any part of it! Enthusiastically he told me that family comes first and he would gladly wait for me so he could meet me this very night, "a night of magic"....

Whatever.

So, after I was done with my family, I go to the bar I tell him to meet me at. I know most of the people who work there, so I feel safe in case I need help. (BTW: Not a good thing to think when going into a date, and I should know this by now)...I sit and order some water while I wait. Next thing you know, this poufy blonde haired BOY comes running at me and practically screams, "WHAMMY BAR!"

Startled and confused, I start laughing before he even introduces himself. What does that mean?!?! I can't even get out the words to ask him. The bartenders look at me like "Do you know this guy?!?!" Already I am regretting my decision to not just go home and curl up in bed!

The conversion is slow starting becuase, well, let's face it- he opened with "WHAMMY BAR!"...

I get a little background on him, but nothing really deep cause...well, ya. He used the term "SASSY" a few times, his go to karaoke song currently is "Firework" by Katy Perry and that he wouldn't dare surf cause it's too scary plus he likes to get "totally in the barrel" on his boogie board! 

Oh, and he used the term "NAR" (instead of Narly, which is way better?) about 50 times!

Wow.

One of my friends who is a bar-back started talking to Mr. Whammy Bar in the same surfer way he used, making fun of him but Mr. Whammy Bar didn't seem to notice that fact. He just said the barback was "Cool People:...LOL!

Thankfully something came up for Mr. Whammy Bar and he had to"scoot" but not before he offered to take me to Vegas this coming weekend!

I polietly decline on his offer and let him know I am going to stay and drink the one beer that was bought for me from the other guy at the bar sitting next to me. 

He leaves and I am stuck having to be ridiculed the rest of the evening by the people I know at the bar for bringing Mr. Whammy Bar.....

(By the way, the guy who bought me the drink did it out of pity and was about 50 years old!)

NAR!

06/09/2011: Mr. B

On my birthday I invited an old high school friend who happened to be in town. He happened to be hanging out with an out of town friend that night who he brought. The friend of my friend ended up being really fun and personable; he got along with my friends and was engaging. 

A day later my friend we exchanged phone numbers and began texting.

Mr. B lives out of town but he was passing through next week and wanted to meet for dinner and a movie. I agreed.

A week passes and it was the day of our date- we decided to meet close to my apartment at El Torito up in the bar area. We sit and about 5 minutes later my high school friend (who I originally invited to my birthday) walks up and sits with us. Mr. B had invited him on our date! Was it a date? I was confused.

My friend and Mr. B end up talking through dinner about motorcycles, leaving me to eat alone. I was about ready to just leave and chalk it up to another bad date when Mr. B asked to come over for a little bit to watch a movie. Usually against my rules, but guess what...? My friend came along too so I felt safe! LOL

I came to the conclusion this was just a friendly hang out. Mr. B hadn't even talked much to me, let alone make any pass at me.

We ended up watching "Grandma's Boy" on my couch.

awesome.

The next day I got a text from Mr. B saying he had a great time and next time he was in town he wanted to meet up again.

Odd.

5/28/2011: Mr. Prohibition

I had been talking thru pof.com (plenty of fish) with Mr. Prohibition for about two months off and on and I wasn't getting a great vibe from the start; he would always ask me to drive close to him and at first I was trying to play it cool and offer a half way meeting spot.

Sidenote: I don't think it is fair or right to ask the girl to drive entirely to you on a first meet. Halfway is fair for both parties and coming to the girl will always win you extra points!

If I am gaga (I hate that lady gaga ruined that term) over someone (which has yet to happen), I MAY be willing to drive if he has a special spot in mind that is mindblowing. I refuse to drive more than 20 miles for a cup of coffee/tea.

So, he was finally willing to drive to me only after he started to get upset I wasn't willing to drive to him. However, I had to explain my living situation at the moment for him to feel bad for being such a jerk for him to finally offer.

I just got a new job and had to work later than anticipated so I would text him updates throughout the night and even hinted about postponing because it had gotten late. He told me he had already started the 40 mile trek. (Making sure I knew he was coming 40 miles- a douchey statement if you ask me). So, I then ask him if he'd like to grab a glass of wine when I was done. There is a wine bar next to my work that I wanted to try and after a long night I was ready to unwind a little. He took offense to me asking him to do that.

What?

Ya, he went on a rant (via text) that he thinks me asking him to drink alcohol after he just drove 40 miles (again, referencing the distance he has traveled) is outrageous. "It is a holiday weekend, I am driving and I think anyone who needs alcohol to unwind is pathetic"....

OH BOY!

I wanted to cancel right then and there. Anyone who is that self-righteous and just plain douchey doesn't deserve my time. But, being the nice person I am, I feel bad that he did drive 40 miles and think I should at least give him the benefit of the doubt.

He asks if there are any quiet places to grab a cup of hot tea....

Are you 80?

It is 11pm in Thousand Oaks. Really? Nothing is open except for bars! My friends at this point text me to go out. Knowing that this "date" is not going to work out in the end, I tell my friends I will be there shortly.

Mr. Prohibition and I settle on TGIFridays. (I chose because I could still walk home if necessary and my friends were in the same shopping center at a FUN place)...The host isn't even working this late because everyone (normal) is in the bar area. He thinks it is much to loud and obnoxious in there and asks a server to be seated in the farthest corner booth away from the bar possible. He rants about all the stupid people getting drunk in the bar and all I want to do is join them! I try to argue that you don't have to get drunk to have a drink to unwind. My attempts go un-noticed as he begins to talk over me....

AWESOME.

He goes on to talk about himself without asking one thing about me. He is in LOVE with the sport of POOL...however he doesn't play in bars. Umm...I've never seen a place with a pool table that doesn't serve alcohol, but evidentally there are places if you look hard enough? Interesting. He had already lost me a long time ago. I start to plot my exist.

He doesn't give me any openers though because he can't stop talking about himself and his distaste for booze! 

It's not that I am an alcoholic or anything but anyone THAT against it obviously cannot hang out with me and my friends. We enjoy going out (or staying in) with some wine or beer. Our games are flip-cup and beer pong, apples to apples, darts...all which involve sips of beverages in which Mr. Prohibition would lead a sit in over.

So, while he is talking and I am sipping on my iced tea imagining I was with my friends with a cold beer in my hand dancing to music, I excuse myself to the restroom. I ask a server I've known there since my drunk Thursday days to escort me to the back door for a quick get away.

Not a classy move, I know and I do feel  bad somewhat...for a second.

I pretty much RUN to my friends waiting for me at the bar/club right down the way, without looking back. The entire meeting took about 15 minutes.

Once I knew I was clear, I text him to at least let him know so he isn't waiting and thinking I have diarhia or something gross.

"Sorry _____, I don't think it is going to work out. Sorry for making you drive"

While I was entering the bar/club I get a text back......

"It's okay. I was doing charity myself because you are kinda...well, ya know!.....You should prolly change your body type on pof!"

ARE YOU KIDDING ME? WHO SAYS THAT?

Then I realize he must be hurt for being ditched, but still...how rude!

So I have curves...and my body type and pictures reflect exactly who I am and what I look like- that was just a mean thing to say regardless! 

I go in feeling a little self conscious but trying to fight it off, then not one, not two but three guys (not my type at all but still flattering), say how I am "Working it". A guy that isn't into curves wouldn't be into me, and thats fine. I have a ghetto booty and I know how to work it evidentally. ;)

I ended up meeting up with my friends and having an awesome night....with alcohol involved.

4/21/11: Mr. AVN

Setup through a friends girlfriend, I had met Mr. AVN twice before our date at his place of employment. Seemingly a great guy with great references. We decided to meet for a late dinner near his place about 20 minutes from me. Before I leave he let's me know by text that he will be wearing a suit jacket and thought it would be nice if I were to wear tight jeans, black shirt and black boots with a heel. Kinda odd but I go with it. I drive and immediately as I exit my parked car, he drives up and I get in his car. (This was okay only cause I knew his friends and had met him prior to our date...otherwise, getting in his car or even meeting at his place would be a big no no)

The restaurant he was planning on, closed in literally 5 minutes, so he drives like a bat outa hell to get there.
Now, I am the type of person who would NEVER show up anywhere that was about to close, so I am already uncomfortable but it's his thing, so whatever. We get there and the staff was obviously annoyed with us, but they can't deny us. Turned out the server knew him so it wasn't terrible. Dinner was amazing...he bought, including a bottle of wine. After dinner we decide to go back to his place to watch what was left of my Thursday night comedy shows (30Rock). This is where the night got interesting.
He spoke of his high heel fetish and wanted to know about every pair of heels I own in detail...then after 30Rock ended I was about to leave when he turns on the AVN awards, which for those that are unaware is the Adult Video Network...meaning porn awards. I was laughing hysterically at first thinking he was kidding, but oh no...he wanted to watch! He asked to cuddle and tried to kiss me a couple times but I pulled away....he got a peck and begged for more, then offered up some clothes to get me comfy. He tried to take my boots off at least three times (I am not into that foot fetish thing), and I denied him on all of the above. Around 11:20 or so, I left....

Then....the following day I find out he had been texting my girlfriend that he had met the night prior to our date through me. Thankfully I have an awesome friend who first told me he contacted her thru facebook and he asked her to text him. I told her it was no biggie to me if she talked to him and neither of us really thought much of it. She asked how our date was and he said "Just two friends having dinner!"....that's not the impression he gave me! and then he asked her to go out that following night. That's when we knew he was trying to play us both. Obviously as friends we talk...retard!
I think once he knew we both knew he knew he was caught and stopped texting both of us!...
NEXT!

3/28/2011: Ice Queen/Soul Sister

Monday night, at the bar alone, just having a glass of beer.

The bar is quiet and I am not expecting anything to come of the night other than some fun batter with the bartender while I enjoy my beverage and whatever may be on the television.

I look to my right and see another single girl sitting at the bar. 

This is highly unusual. I am usually the only single girl who also happens to be attractive that sits at bars alone!

I was just telling my parents the night before how I need to focus on making girlfriends...then she talked.

The bartender asked if she would like another drink. She looks at him with a straight face and says "What do you think?"

The bartender looks at me with a look that can only be described as "WHOA...What a BITCH!"

She gets up to go to the bathroom and the bartender and I begin to talk about her and how she must be a miserable person to have a wall up so high. We named her the ice queen. As she was returning we were laughing (at her)...and it just so happened a woman with OBVIOUS fake boobs just left the bar; so when the ice queen looked over at me and asked what we were laughing at, I used the fake boobs as a scapegoat. Ice Queen now letting her guard down a little bit stated she saw them too and how ridiculous they looked.

Bartender and I shared in a giggle yet again.

After about 2 minutes I lean over to the Ice Queen in hopes of clearing my own conscious and let her in on our secret. 

I will either be bitch slapped or make a new friend.

Thankfully the latter was true.

Turns out the Ice Queen is my new Soul Sister. The wall was just the exterior of her sarcastic sense of humor and a way to cope with being a single girl at a bar. I got it- I have a wall normally too when I am alone. I had just been to this particular bar a LOT since they opened and was comfortable with the bartender. Turns out the Ice Queen and I were VERY similar in many different aspects, but we bonded over being single mostly. We ended up talking all night and even returning to the bar a couple days later together.

Ever since we have been joined at the hip. I've met her best friend of 10 years and now the three of us are inseparable. I've already met some interesting and wonderful people thru them, expanding my horizons and helping me to move on from my past, just as I am helping her.

I now have a war buddy to fight on with through this suburban battlefield we call singledom!
(The third friend is married with two amazing kids- all of which I now love as much as my new girlfriends!)

3/2/2011: Back on the horse?

Nope!

I took the chance on another one and it was horrible!

Once again a man states he is Caucasian, no mention of another heritage or peak into his real life/roots in any of the emails we exchanged, even though I had asked, so I was to assume everything he told me was truth...WRONG!

Not that I have anything against other ethnicity's, but I know I am not attracted sexually to anything other then the white boys...people always say I should give something else a chance, but I just know it won't work!...Case in point:

I meet him and he looked nothing like his images and was straight from Isreal just a couple months ago. VERY broken English and I had to explain everything I said. Already annoyed and wanting to run, I ask if he wants to get a coffee or drink. He declines and states he has no money. Not even money for a coffee? Nice. I drove about an hour to meet with this guy (I had nothin else to do and love the Grove anyhow, so however it went, I was looking forward to just hanging out at the Grove) and he couldn't even buy me a tea!

His idea of a date was walking in circles around the Grove (we did it 3 times before I got fed up), and it was raining! I asked multiple times to go somewhere where I wasn't getting rained on, each time he stated he loved the rain and obviously didn't care what I wanted. He also was shopping for sunglasses for himself; he would stop at each kiosk or store that may have had sunglasses. He didn't buy any cause, he had no money...but he thought it was okay to do that, which I found odd.

He was also texting most of the time, stopping just long enough to ask another lame question about who I was and then didn't listen to the answers. I started making up stuff just to see if he was listening or understood me. LOL

When I finally had enough of the rain and him, I told him I was bored and wanted to get a drink by myself. I shook his hand and bidded him adieu.

I was soaking wet from the rain, my boot heel broke and I walked into the nearest lounge for a glass of wine. The bartender took pity on me and poured me 2 free glasses, so I stayed for dinner. It ended up being a fun date with myself!

I don't know why I put myself through this dating thing...I think I need to focus on making single girlfriends so I could meet guys through friends instead!

12/27/2010: The End of An Era?

As of 1/4/2010 My subscription to Match.com will be over. I didn't have a whole lot of luck on the site, but through it have made a couple new friends and had some interesting stories to write about...

Seeing as it is (almost) the beginning of a new year, I figured I would not renew the membership on Match and I also deleted my account on okcupid.com...

I started this blog in December of 2009, one year ago and I have yet to find any real connection...Hopefully 2011 will be better for me in the love dept.

I still have my POF account, but am not checking it often. Perhaps once a week or so, and if someone strikes my attention, I may meet and write about it, but dating will no longer (for now at least) be a priority in my life. Obviously over 100 dates in one year is not the way to go and if I am to find someone truly special, I need to stop looking and trying so hard....so...for those that read this "frequently" or "often", you may want to change to "sometimes". :)

Just sayin'.

12/14/2010: Mr. Tour Guide

Mr. Tour Guide and I had been met on Match.com and had been talking for some time before we finally met. mostly through texting. It took awhile for our schedules to line up to find time to meet, especially sine I had been sick for so long at the end of November and beginning of December...

At the beginning, Mr. Tour Guide wanted to take me kayacking up North...but being the super jadded, super paranoid dater I am, I quickly turned him down! Then he asked if he could take me hiking...uh, no! You may as well ask if I want to be raped and murdered!...Still trying after the (kinda harsh) rejections I was giving him, he persisted and agreed to a nice normal activity...like ice skating.

Meeting half way, we decided to try Ventura. I thought I knew exactly where the rink was, but it turns out I didn't. I can usually see it from the freeway, but on the night we decided to meet around 4:30, I couldn't see anything and ended up in the abandoned Wagon Wheel area...Turns out, the lights were all out on the sign that I knew that read "ICE SKATING" which you can normally see from the freeway! Ugh, go figure.

I finally make it there right around 5. (Don't worry, I was in contact with Mr. Tour Guide so he knew I got lost)...

When I arrived, we come to find out that public skating is over at 5pm. From 5 on they had hockey leagues and figure skating only...so that is 2 strikes against this date already!...

Not breaking any of my rules, I follow him in my own car to Golf N Stuff...(I had just been here the other night with a friend too, HA!)

The place was a ghost town! (Granted, it WAS a Tuesday!)....

He pays for both of us to drive the go karts, one round of mini golf and 4 tokens each.

The go karts were awesome. Not very fast there, but still fun (only cause I won). The game of golf started off slow, but ended up being fun still. I then kicked his ass at Buck Hunting AND skee-ball, so I was having a great night. LOL

From there, we drove over to BJ's for a lite dinner and drinks. (In our own cars, of course)...

It was a nice evening, with a rocky beginning.

Afterwards we said our good byes, a quick hug and off we went.

Me. Tour Guide is a couple years younger then me, but I couldnt tell. Until I got a text a couple days later. We were going to meet up again that following weekend but he decided last minute to go to Vegas with some buddies instead. typical of a younger guy not ready for a real relationship. I would think if you really liked a girl (at any age, really) that you would do whatever it took to get her to like you back and build a relationship...Am I wrong?

Well, anyways, he texted me Merry Xmas over a week later....but I am sure it was a mass text. Evidentally he wasn't that into me. How, I dunno...cause I am pretty awesome ;)

Maybe I should have let him win one game? ...NAH!

:D

12/12/2010: Mr. BB

Before I even thought of having a blog, and perhaps one of the reasons I did was Mr. BB (Before Blog).

He was a great looking guy but a musician and street artist. Very talented, very attractive (did I already say that? oops..) but he had lured me into a false sense of  hope when I decided to meet him back in like September 2009. When we did meet up, he told me he wasn't looking for anything serious, he just wanted to have "FUN", which in guy code means No Strings Attached SEX!...Obviously I politely declined and off on his way he went.

Well, over a year later, Mr. BB finds me on Match.com and writes to me. He included his phone number and said it would be great to hear from me. Thinking he still didn't want anything serious (cause it said so right on his profile), I didn't give him a second look and deleted the message. 

Not even 20 minutes later, I get a text message from him.

This is when my contact storing method comes into play! 

I had stored him in my phone as "Sexter/Player (Name) From _____", so right away when he texted me, I knew who it was and didn't have to play the "Who is this? I lost my contacts awhile back" game.

He tried to explain he was ready for something serious, had a great job now and wanted to take me out...but then followed it up with "Send me a Pic of Your body"...uh..NOPE! Hasn't changed! When I called him out on that, he told me that he felt comfortable with me already cause we knew each other, so it should be okay. HAHA.

Mr. BB, sorry...but not gunna happen!

12/10/2010: Mr. Local

Friday

Location: Starbucks, TO

Any guy that works with children for a living is alright in my book...add musical talent in there and dashing dark good looks and you've got yourself a date there sir!

Mr. Local started out doing musical therapy for children which turned into a more counseling position, and I find that very admirable. Tough work for a seemingly sweet guy. While not the "All-American" look I usually go for, he was an attractive specimen. Do note the location though: Starbucks. If you've been following me at all, you know I met at Starbucks when I am not really sure I am going to like someone. Easy in/out if need be when meeting for coffee (or in my case tea)...There is no required hour long dinner or 2 drink minimum. You can sit, talk and leave at any time.

In this case, Mr. local got there before I did and texted me for my order. When I arrived, he had my tea waiting for me on the patio. (Please note: I would NEVER allow a guy to purchase a drink for me and have it waiting after the sun goes down...this allows way too much trust in a stranger and too much room for drugs to be stirred into my drink!) Figuring it was before 11am, I drove myself and I was in a location I am very familiar with, I allowed it.

Mr. Local was from the same area (who would have thunnk THAT one from his nickname, right?!)....and turns out we graduated from the same high school a year apart (he being a year older)...he asked if I knew anyone or still talked to anyone from his class and when I mentioned a mutual friend, Mr. Local perked right up. We spent the remaining time together (for the most part) talking about our mutual friend...well that and karaoke....It just so happened we shared a fondness for the art of making people watch you sing.

No real deep conversations with this one either, and it's still way too early to know if a relationship is in the cards, but I would hang out with Mr. Local again, if only to do a duet or two with him ;)

12/09/2010: Mr. Wisconsin

Thursday

So, is it Rutbeer or Rootbeer? Well, according to Mr. Wisconsin it's pronounced "Rutbeer"...but I guess that's just a Tomato Tamato thing...

I got a kick out of the small accent barriers we ran into throughout the 2 drinks we had. (And some laughs shared)

Mr. Wisconsin was an all-American type of guy, and was a bit old fashioned or mid-western, which I dig. Oh, and he could keep up with me and my sarcasm and wit...not an easy feat for most! :D
I found it was very easy to talk to Mr. Wisconsin and I was quite comfortable around him.
There was no deep conversation about life or anything, just the usual ice breaking topics, the general back stories and the like...so we would have to hang out again to really learn something about one another, but it was a nice first date.
He did pay for the drinks (Happy Hour pricing), but he gets an extra point for taking care of the bill while I was in the restroom...therefore no purse dance necessary, which is very nice!...Although, he didn't walk me to my car, which a gentleman should always do.
I got along with him well enough to warrant a second date, if he were to ask...but it's been 2 days without a call or text, so perhaps he didn't feel the same. Either way, I am still sleeping at night! :D

11/14/2010: Mr. Magic

Sunday

Location: Lazy Dog Patio

So after months...(literally) of talking to this guy via text messages we had an opportunity to finally meet. I first mentioned Mr. Magic on 9/3 in my blog when I first joined Match.com: him being one of the first messages I received.
Mr. Magic was home for one day in between flights and shows on his International tour and would be flying out to Mexico the following day. Seeing the small window of chance, he takes it to drive out and have dinner with me.
He offers to pick me up as he gets close in his car, and I accept..which is weird for me for a first date! I figured though, I've been talking to this guy for a couple months, my parents know his name and know I am going out with him tonight, so...I've got my bases covered in case I dissapear! (Which COULD happen since he IS Mr. Magic...LOL)

He pulls up to the front of my complex and I walk out. He is in this adorable little blue sports car with Pennsylvania plates (which later I find out has Lambo doors that can be put up...so cool!)
He gets out to give me a hug. His frame is a little smaller than I pictured my prince charming, but he IS taller than me; not a ton taller, but I'd guesstimate about 5'9ish?....
The location is all up to me since he had never been in my neck o the woods, and while I still don't know where to direct him as I get into the car, I mule over a couple options in my head quickly and go with one of my fail safe's, Lazy Dog. (Other options included Leila's, Arby's (lol), The Grill, In N Out...)


I am sure he has seen many a woman who would choose Maestro's or The Grill, (someplace with 3 Dollar Signs on Yelp) after being told they can pick ANY PLACE with money as no object....but it isn't about the prices or even the food I was after. I wanted to get to know Mr. Magic and a completely vacant patio at one of my favorite local casual places, next to the fire seemed appropriate for a Sunday night dinner in November.
So, the setting was all ours. No distractions from other patrons, no excessive noise, it was great to finally have conversation with someone, a real conversation. He seemed genuinely interested.

Mr. Magic is very personable with the hostesses and server, without being obnoxious...you know those guys who just seem to TRY TOO HARD? He did what he did well, and you could tell he was well trained like the doves in his act.

We talk, go through each of our life-storys in cliffnote fashion, getting the formalities out of the way...I order humus and edemame and he ordered...I am serious now...a huge steak dinner AND the grilled cheese hahah....a little yin and yang, which is how he described his life in a nutshell. I think that was charming. He had a martini and I a beer.
After munching and talking some, he gets up mid sentence and puts out his hand for me to grab. He pulls me up and tells me we are going to do a waltz...
I go along with it as he teaches me the basic box step and turn...so we dance for a few counts all alone on the patio. By this time it's getting later and colder so we bring the party inside to the bar.

Mr. Magic asks me to stare at his eyes and think of anything I want. He told me he predicted while I was in the restroom what I would be thinking about this very second and wrote it down. He stands up and takes off his shoe, pulls out this tiny piece of paper and unfolds it...
It says "Disney".
I was thinking about "Disneyland" because I want to take my niece there this year for Christmas...but how on Earth did he do that?!...he's good.

He does another mind trick and asks me if I could take out any amount from the register right now, ANY amount...what would it be? While I am thinking of an amount, he is writing. He stops writing and asks for my amount. While I am saying $25, he turns his paper around to reveal $25!

Alright Mr. Magic, you've got me intrigued and your original prediction of a 2nd date may very well be in your cards after all.   :D

We call it a night around 11pm and Mr. Magic drives me home. He mentions he wishes we were already an item so he could come upstairs and see my place, see the  place I live day to day and the place he can someday take me away from...but respecting the first date, he gets out to open the door for me and gives me a hug goodnight. The hug lingers longer than my normal first date goodnight hugs do and turns into more of a 7th grade dance and potential first kiss moment...after a few seconds of teasing passes, we do in fact kiss. It was great too...we said our goodbyes and that was that.

Moral of the story guys: Learn mind tricks to freak and amaze...girls will eat it up!!!! Even though slightly creeped out, the girl's astonishment will win you at the very least a kiss! hahah

A Break For Me

So, I've been on two dates since I last wrote, but nothing really worth writing about!

Oh, except one thought he could actually "HEAL PEOPLE"...for reals! He offered to CURE my headache and was completely serious about his POWERS! While he wasn't for me, he did get me into a cool red carpet event and put me on the spot to sing for a huge producer (even though I havent sang in YEARS and didnt warm up and was sooo embarrassed by the on spot request)...but it was cool. I met Brett Michaels and found a new comedian that I also met (Ron Pearson)...

The other guy I went out with was a hillbilly with a half crashed car and no social skills...

ANYWAYS...

I have been focusing on myself the past 2 months.

The best way to focus on myself is to do what I love most and help people. So, I started with going through all my clothes and donating 2 bags to charity...that in itself feels good, but also clears some clutter from my own life! A win win.

Last year I had requested with an agency to donate eggs to a couple who was unable to produce their own and I received a call about 2 months ago that a couple wanted to use me. I struggled at first with the choice to actually go through with it and even talked with my family about their thoughts...

As a female, I have dreampt of having children since the age of 3. It is all I have ever wanted in life and while I have yet to meet that right person to share such a journey with, I  have also seen the heartache of those who want that experience as much as I struggle with getting or keeping a pregnancy. There is nothing more dis-heartening than the idea of not being able to conseve or carry a child. It is the reason we are here: Procreation. It is the most important job a woman can have, and without the experience of motherhood in my lifetime, I don't know what I would do.

I know that it's not all roses; having kids, however I know that I would and will be a really fantastic mom someday. I understand that it is a TON of work, a lot of lost sleep and personal time, but I can't wait for all the rewards it also brings! I was raised by an amazing woman who I respect so much for everything she gave up to have and keep us. She taught me that while it is hard work, it can also be so fun to be a mom. A great balance of discipline and disagreements with fun, laughter and patience. I have so many ideas for when I become a mom and feel that all my creative talents will come in handy, and I really can't wait! Well, I can wait...for the right time and guy!

Because of this, I have a very soft spot for woman who are not able to get pregnant on their own or with fertility drugs. It is a horrific experience too many couples are going through and I would not wish such on even my worst enemies! (If I had any) :P

Over a year ago I filled out paperwork to become an egg donor after 2 couples very close to me went through separate scary scenarios when attempting to conseve. Thankfully both went on to become pregnant without having to go to extreme measures, but there are others out there who aren't as lucky and are almost out of options. After many years and many thousands of dollars spent, some need to turn to the graciousness of another woman to offer up her own eggs so they can hopefully become pregnant after said egg has been fertilized by her own husband and placed inside her so she is able to carry the baby to full term, taking those 9 months to bond with her unborn before finally meeting the baby of their dreams, truly.

I am very excited to have the opportunity to help a couple in need and found out today that I will be doing so and have already begun the journey. It will take a total of about 8 weeks and once done, hopefully the couple I am donating for will be pregnant.

It's like I am the friendly neighbor offering a couple eggs for a cake. They have all the other ingredients and the oven. When the cake is done, it's all theirs! I figure, I'm not doing anything with my eggs; Someone may as well get some use out of em! HAHA

Is there risk to me involved? Yes, like with anything, but the outcome far surpasses the risks, I feel. I am able to forever change someones life and create a life that otherwise wouldn't ever be. The whole process can be viewed as very controversial since it isn't "natural" and some even say we are playing "God"...but the way I see it is, if God didn't want this life created, why did he create the science to do it? The doctors to perform the procedures? The will for people to help people?....This is not something that should be as taboo as it is currently! I really feel more people should be involved and willing to donate what they can. We donate blood all the time, men donate sperm, if a loved one needed a kidney....why not an egg or two?

The whole process they say takes only 15 minutes for me (once the weekly injections are complete) with little risk and over 70% success rate for implanting into the other woman to carry to full term. This is a very serious decision I have really thought long and hard about and I feel really good about it. I go in tomorrow to began the blood work which will be used for genetic testing, then next week is a psch evaluation. After that, there are weekly injections until the day of retrieval. It's a lengthy process but well worth it. I also will be paid $4000, which is a nice reward for a good deed! ;)

It is also a slight ego boaster knowing someone wants my genes to create their dream baby! hehehe

So, yesterday...after weeks of giving myself hormone shots and countless visits to the doctor and blood drawings, the procedure was done! While it wasn't painless, it was worth it! A little discomfort, a lot of rest...some pain pills and TLC from my parents and I am almost back to normal now.

I received a wonderfully touching card and gift from the intended parents before I left the doctor office and I would do it all again in a heartbeat!

While I was recovering at my parents home, I got word that now 2 other couples are interested in using me for egg donation! One is in PA and willing to pay for travel, hotel, food, rental car etc for myself AND a companion if I were to donate for them!...2011 is looking to be an interesting adventure already!

As long as I continue to focus on myself, what makes me happy and helping others, I am sure everything else will fall into place!

Knowing a check is on the way right now doesnt hurt either! :D

If you want to make a difference in someones life, become a donor!

http://www.fertilityassociates.com/

9/27/2010: Mr. Choices

Monday

Location: Bogie's

Mr. Choices was 37 and while that is a year out of my "range", I decided to give him a shot anyhow. He seemed accomplished and motivated to have the lifestyle I am looking for...and while all his pictures his eyes were closed, he appeared to be good looking.

I pull up to Bogie's and see a guy in sweats sitting on the curb with his head in his lap. Just to be sure it wasn't Mr. Choices before I walk up, I texted him and asked where to meet him. When I didn't see the sweats guy look at a phone and received a text back, I felt comfortable walking from my car to the entrance. LOL

The second I step in, I see this gentleman walk toward me...right away I could tell he was not Caucasian like his profile implied...

WHY WOULD SOMEONE LIE ABOUT THEIR ETHNICITY?!?!

I almost walked...

He was some mix of like Persian or Iranian and/or some other thing...but not my usual white boy! Not to be racist, but people have their "types"! I am just not attracted to anything other then tall white boys!..err...men!

Anyways, I was hungry and he had already offered to pay, so we sat and shared a pizza and had a glass of wine on the outside patio.

The conversation was okay and Mr. Choices had some wisdom but everything ended with "It's all about the choices you make"

There was no sympathy for the issues I had explained that I was going through, which kind of made me made. haha.

At least sympathize with me...a little!

After the drinks and pizza, Mr Choices demanded we take a stroll down to the water next to the bar/restaurant, and it would have been really romantic with someone I was into.

At this point, Mr. Choices was pleading his case, actually saying that he thought I had deep down daddy issues and I should choose a guy who is completely opposite of him...that being him, an Iranian guy! LMAO!

Ending again with "It's all about the choices you make", I called it a night.

9/24/2010: Mr. Simmons

Friday

Location: Zin Bistro

I had never been to Zin Bistro and didn't know it was at the Landing on Westlake, but once I found it, I also found Mr. Simmons waiting outside for me. The place was very romantic and he had asked for a reservation on the patio next to the lake...good start.

He was just barley making tall enough for me, and maybe a little under with the boots I was wearing...but he knew how to make me laugh...if even it was at his own expense.

He confessed to have danced to a Richard Simmons workout tape once...yup...so that's what earned him his Mr. name!

In the darkened ambiance lighting, he resembled a boy I once knew in Elementary school, and I couldnt get my mind off that...the boy I knew is now gay and a professional dancer. With the looks and his confession, I really couldn't take this guy seriously, even though it wasn't really his fault!

Mr. Simmons looked to be about 24 but he claimed to be 32.

Turned out Mr. Simmons is divorced and not super scorned, like some are....and he is waiting to see if he passed the bar to become a lawyer. Mr. Simmons paid for a lavish meal that I never would have been able to afford; and it was really yummy! We shared a bottle of wine and interests.

It ended with Mr. Simmons attempting to kiss me in the parking lot, but I had a mint in my mouth and the timing wasn't right and I wasn't into him as much as he (apparently) was into me...we laughed about it though and he asked if he could take me out again. 

It's been a couple days since and still no text or call...I think it's safe to say online dating lacks a follow through! However, on match I have found more suitable and seriously looking men!

9/17/2010: Mr. Giggles

Friday

Location: BJ's

A little hesitant on going out with a guy younger then me (by 4 years) but, he really wanted to prove to me he wasn't a typical 24 year old. He didnt live at home,  had a great job and claimed to be old fashioned.

I have to admit, it was nice being out with a guy who hadn't yet been effed over by a psychotic chick yet.

However, it proved to myself that the nativity is no longer "cute" and I am obviously more pessimistic then I thought.

I met Mr. Giggles at BJ's although, to give him credit he offered to pick me up like a gentleman. When I refused and told him why (more pessimism about the world we live in today and creeps out there...Maybe I am the jadded one and he lives "correctly"?), he didn't bat one eye and told me he thought my approach was very safe and that he admired my honesty.

We sat at a booth in the bar and Mr. Giggles...you guessed it...giggled a lot. He seemed really nervous, which is cute. For like 5 minutes. 

He was trying so hard to be so "adult" at one point he even spilled his beer (Which is amazing btw: Go try their Octoberfest beer right now!)....He kept mumbling and giggling and apologizing.

When he finally settled in a little bit we had some nice conversation, but I totally felt old with him! I know it's only 4 years but...little things like not being up on the new fangled drinking games out there or some of the lingo he used....me dating myself with listing off old favorite cartoons...yikes!

At one point he told me, "I expected you to be like older or something"....I have NO IDEA how to take that. HAHA

Whatever.

At least he tried.

Paid the bill (gave away a secret that he always pays for everything and thinks thats how it should be), walked me to my car and didnt try to make a cheesy move. I respect that.

I just know some girl will break this poor fool down eventually! He is sooo green and I just need someone with a little more confidence, experience and less giggling!

9/15/2010: Mr. 40

Wednesday

Location: Stuft Pizza TGIFridays Sunset Terrace/Bed of Truck

Now, I know what your thinking. Is he Mr. 40 cause he was 40 years old? And why was the location the bed of his truck? Did you DO IT with a 40 year old?

No and Hell No.

Let me start from the very beginning...as one of my favorite people of all time said in the movie about Nazi's and the original octomom sans mom said.....

After a horrible week of just feeling shitty, and a dinner with my folks, Mr. 40 asked me to have a drink with him and while I was exhuasted and made sure he knew I would not be all gussied up...I agreed. He was a mutual friend of this guy I know and while said "guy" doesn't approve of me ever "dating" this guy, Mr. 40 offered a beer and I needed it.

So, I walk over to meet him at Stuft Pizza and they were closed. Great. Strike one.

Half more strike that Mr. 40's truck was DEAD!

He tried calling several friends to come jump him (since I don't own cables)...and we decide to walk over to TGIFridays. When we are almost there, Mr. 40 suggests Sunset Terrace. I personally can't stand the place, but whatever. Its a free beer I'm after tonight...I don't care where from.

We get there, order two large Blue Moons and the next 30 minutes (I kid you not) is spent with him texting and calling people to come give his truck a jump. I sit there, as if alone and drink my beer, no saying a word to this guy!...awesome "date" dude!

While I understand the urgency and all of a dead truck and finding cables...it's still a little annoying!

He tried to get his brother down to help him, his dad...(like THAT wouldn't have been awkward)...but everyone says no. It kind of says a lot about a guy when their own brother or dad tell them to F off....no?

When that finally ends and he decides to use his AAA card if and when the time comes, we try to have a conversation,,, but Mr. 40 mumbles and speaks in inuendos and sarcastic quips, (which generally I pick up on)...but given the mumbles, they are hard to make out. At one point I beleive he said that if worse came to worse we could walk back to my place and makeout while we wait for AAA....

Uh...ya right dude!

It wasn't until we decided to walk back to his truck  that I finally started enjoying the evening.

The truck started. Thank God.

He talked me into going through the Jack in the Box drive thru with him, and then to 7-11.

We picked up 2 Michelob Ultra 40's, parked in a vacant parking lot, sat in the bed of his truck and drank them while we were listening to a Journey album on my iPhone.

How awesomly white trash is that?!

LMAO

FML!

I called it a night when I finally had to pee and I jumped out, started walking home and told Mr. 40 good night without much of a warning that I was ACTUALLY leaving.

He drove off, said to call him if I got raped and that was that.

He did text me on his way home to ask me to write back when I got home safe.

I did.

Make it home safely...without much of a raping.

Yay.
Another day of work tomorrow.....another crying session in my car at lunch.
UGH. Are there no real sane men out there who know how to treat a woman?

First Impressions

Being on the online dating sites, I have seen a lot of...interesting ways men try to grab your attention through first impression emails. While most of the FREE sites are full of horny boys looking for hookups, which I end up just deleting (although I've learned a lot; like what DSL and DTF mean)...I came across one today that was very clever, well thought out and witty enough for me to actually reply to:

"after a rigorously brief glance at your profile.. i gotta tell you I've already married and divorced you in my head... lol

some how you got to keep the puppy though.... So I'm keeping the house in maui, HI.hahaha.. u seemed fun...Daniel"

Another interesting one I got today:

"Is your name Google?"

I am curious to know the punch line of that one!...

Messages that I don't reply to include:

Message, followed by translation/my response in ()

:Hey, what's up? (Boring)

:Hello gorgeous (So cliche/not original, clever or REALLY interested)

:Are you DTF? (Uh..NO!)

:You look like you could suck a mean.... (Really, dude?!?)

:Wanna Cyber? (Umm, what are we back in 1993?)

:Nice Pics! (Creepy Stalker typw just looking at pretty girls, not wanting anything more)

:What up? Followed with a picture of a white boy thugged out throwing a gang sign...(No, thanks!)

:do you ever go out in hollywood? (Party boy, not interested)

9/09/2010: Mr. Britalian

Thursday

Location: Gellato's

At first I couldn't tell if he was from Britain or Australia with the VERY odd accent (that I thought he was faking at first). Turns out, he has lived both places! It took awhile to get use to it, but now I know why a lot of people mistake Brits for homosexuals. LOL

A nice lad though.

We went to order drinks and he offered up a $50 bottle of red wine. I tried to steer him to just a $7 glass but he insisted. Dinner was lovely and while I don't even want to know what the end bill was, I had a nice time. Learned a lot about London and Australia as well. HA!
He is however newly divorced and in the midst of trying to sell "their" house (no, she doesn't live there any longer)...One thing I dislike though: He actually LIKES the valley! Said he could never live in Ventura County cause it is just too quiet for him. This would never work cause I dislike the valley very much. That and I don't know if I would ever get use to calling soccer football! (oh! and I'd just stare at his teeth all the time...super cliche British teeth!)
It wasn't horrible enough however to write Mr. Britalian off completely yet. We have similar sense of humor and had a genuinely nice evening. 

If nothing else, I stay good friends with Mr. Britalian and have a place to stay if I ever travel to London! :)