I was texting with a boy and we were discussing the recent snow storm. He texted "I'm taking a break from shoveling my driveway. The snow was literally up to my belly button."
Is it acceptable, as an adult, to use the word "belly button?" Couldn't he have just said "stomach" or "chest" or "above the knee"??
I don't think I'm being picky. I think the only time I've referenced the word "belly button" was when in college I proclaimed "I want to get my belly button pierced." That was quickly followed with "I just got my belly button pierced!! Woo-hoo!!"
Don't think I've used the word since....
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Friday, January 14, 2011
Kirby
For the only time ever in this blog I'm going to actually use the guys real name. Kirby.
Where do I even start with this. Kirby was my first "Latin Lover" and it was through him that I learned all the Latin Lover ways/rules. It was a gift that I actually got experience with this at such a young age, 18yrs old to be exact. Kirby was a sexy Honduran military man who was friends with my best friends sister. He lived in Pensacola and during Freshman year Spring Break a group of us drove down to visit my BFFs family, and check out Kirby. I'd seen pictures and was completely smitten so I was really excited to finally meet him. He was everything I needed him to be at that time in my life. He was sexy, charming and intriguing. He was a strong military man who could make you melt as soon as he started speaking Spanish. Meeting Kirby and having this experience was an unforgettable time in my life and I reference it often cause I learned so much about how to be carefree. I've always held Kirby up to a higher standard because of what he meant to me back then. I saw Kirby a few times over a course of a year, but then he left to go to Italy. I was starting a new relationship so we both, at that point, moved on.
I reconnected with Kirby on Facebook about two years ago. It was brief. I was now single but he was married. I knew this, not because he told me, but because my BFFs family are friends with him and still talk to him. There isn't much that I can't find out about Kirby because we're connected through the same people.
Last year for my birthday I was out of town for work. I got a message from him wishing me "happy birthday" and it completely caught me off guard. I called him when I got back from my trip and we talked for about an hour on the phone. This is when I realized that something was different about him. Kirby proclaimed that he was never married. But I knew this was a fact because I checked on it. He lied right on the phone with me and it was pathetic. He technically was going through a divorce but he didn't even own up to that. I called him out on his lie and he finally confessed. Lesson #1: No matter how much hope you have for someone, they have the potential to disappoint you. People change. You change.
I was reminded of Kirby because I was just informed, through Facebook, that he's getting married...again. But instead of being disappointed in him, I praised the fact that I grew up enough to recognize that he is a complete hot mess. I even called my BFF and we laughed about it over the phone. Lesson #2: Some people come into your life and make all the difference, but they were meant only for that period of your life. Embrace it, enjoy the memories and then move on to new life experiences!
Where do I even start with this. Kirby was my first "Latin Lover" and it was through him that I learned all the Latin Lover ways/rules. It was a gift that I actually got experience with this at such a young age, 18yrs old to be exact. Kirby was a sexy Honduran military man who was friends with my best friends sister. He lived in Pensacola and during Freshman year Spring Break a group of us drove down to visit my BFFs family, and check out Kirby. I'd seen pictures and was completely smitten so I was really excited to finally meet him. He was everything I needed him to be at that time in my life. He was sexy, charming and intriguing. He was a strong military man who could make you melt as soon as he started speaking Spanish. Meeting Kirby and having this experience was an unforgettable time in my life and I reference it often cause I learned so much about how to be carefree. I've always held Kirby up to a higher standard because of what he meant to me back then. I saw Kirby a few times over a course of a year, but then he left to go to Italy. I was starting a new relationship so we both, at that point, moved on.
I reconnected with Kirby on Facebook about two years ago. It was brief. I was now single but he was married. I knew this, not because he told me, but because my BFFs family are friends with him and still talk to him. There isn't much that I can't find out about Kirby because we're connected through the same people.
Last year for my birthday I was out of town for work. I got a message from him wishing me "happy birthday" and it completely caught me off guard. I called him when I got back from my trip and we talked for about an hour on the phone. This is when I realized that something was different about him. Kirby proclaimed that he was never married. But I knew this was a fact because I checked on it. He lied right on the phone with me and it was pathetic. He technically was going through a divorce but he didn't even own up to that. I called him out on his lie and he finally confessed. Lesson #1: No matter how much hope you have for someone, they have the potential to disappoint you. People change. You change.
I was reminded of Kirby because I was just informed, through Facebook, that he's getting married...again. But instead of being disappointed in him, I praised the fact that I grew up enough to recognize that he is a complete hot mess. I even called my BFF and we laughed about it over the phone. Lesson #2: Some people come into your life and make all the difference, but they were meant only for that period of your life. Embrace it, enjoy the memories and then move on to new life experiences!
Barleycorn
About a year ago I met up with "Barleycorn" at a frat-like bar in the city, named John Barleycorn. It's a horrible place if you're over 21. It's loud and dirty and I truly believe you have to be in some sort of fraternity or sorority to go there. Why then would I go there? Because a boy asked me to, duh, and I was stupid enough to go.
I've known "Barleycorn" for years. We started our careers together and he was in my same training class. I never liked him in training. He was loud, obnoxious and partied all the time. We were fresh out of college so it's to be expected but there was just something about him that I found very annoying so I avoided starting up any intellectual conversation. He was however, pretty cute in that spiky hair frat-boy way which I noted...and then ignored. He moved to the city and I stayed in the burbs so I didn't see him for years. About a year and a half ago I ran into him. We were both in new roles at the company and he needed my assistance which I quickly gave him. I remember him saying "we have to hang out more."
I met him for lunch and we had a great time catching up. He also paid the bill which was a total surprise but a nice gesture. After a few months of running into each other and catching up he invited me out to meet him at Barleycorn. "How bad can this be?" I thought. So I grabbed my group of girls (who were not too thrilled BTW) and headed over there.
Everything seemed normal. "Barleycorn" found me and started talking to me away from my group of girls for 20 minutes or so. I was already cautious with him because he seemed like he changed a lot since we first met. He was now sober and more mature but something was a little off. I remember expressing this to one of my close friends at the time. Maybe this is why I went there in the first place, to try and get closer to figuring him out. After about 20 minutes it all clicked.
"Barleycorn" leaned into me and said "Hey! Do you see that girl sitting behind you at that table with the two guys?" I looked over completely confused as his question literally came out of nowhere. I noticed a girl in fact sitting with two guys, one of which was sitting next to her. I said "Yeah, what about it?" And he asks me "Well, do you think that guy she's sitting with is a friend or boyfriend?" Honestly what the fuck do I care and why is he asking me?? So I said "uh, I have no idea, I think it's just her friend." He then proclaims that he's going to go over there and try to talk to her. This was the point that it clicked. Stupid people hang out in stupid bars. I excused myself immediately from this hot mess and grabbed my girls and left. I also apologized profusely for even making them go in the first place.
So that was weird right?? It gets better. About a month later I randomly got 3 homemade CD's delivered to my desk from "Barleycorn." And then just last month (after I haven't seen or heard from him in forever) I get an email requesting my help with something. I helped him and then got a reply back saying "Thanks Babe. Have a good holiday, we need to get together soon." Babe? really??
Monday, December 6, 2010
Vegas Crazy
Two weeks ago I was in Vegas for a work trip. We do this event every year, hosting a few hundred guests. It's definitely a marathon as you run around to meetings all day, host cocktail hours, host dinners and then back out for more partying. There's lots of eating, drinking and networking to be had! I knew this year was going to be epic but didn't know that I would run into my crush and that he would turn out to be "Vegas Crazy."
I met "Vegas Crazy" months ago when I was downtown helping out my team for a sales event. He works for an entirely different partner so I never saw him before but was instantly attracted. He introduced himself to me and we talked for a bit before I had to get back to work. I would see him occasionally at our suburban office when he was there for meetings but never spoke to him. I was pleasantly surprised when I saw him on the second night at the after hours lounge everyone gathers at. We instantly hit it off again and spend the next few hours drinking and tearing up the dance floor....and then I slept with him. Oops. Eh, what happens in Vegas....
So yeah, fun night and it was back to meetings the next morning. Since this was our last day everyone was anxious for it to be over with and ready for the exclusive party at Tryst. The day flew by and before I knew it I was getting ready for the night with some girlfriends in my room, one of which was my boss. Two of the girls right off the bat mentioned the "guido" I was dancing with the prior night. They clearly disapproved but didn't know that I didn't just dance with him. On the other hand, another girlfriend in the room knew all about it and we got a good laugh. Looking back I maybe should have listened a little closer to the disapproval because that night I got a taste of exactly what they were talking about.
So I'm at Tryst and after an hour or so I run into "Vegas Crazy." I chat with him for a good half hour before I leave to go mingle/network with a ton of people. It's a party and I'm not there just to talk to him. I end up outside where all the Executives are and start talking to one of them. About 5-10min into the conversation with this Executive and some other girlfriends, I hear "Vegas Crazy" shouting things right into my ear. Things like "you're disgusting" and "how can you talk to him, he's a scumbag." At first I thought he was joking and I just laughed it off. It wasn't until the third time he came over that I realized he was serious. He asked me for a minute to talk and I had to embarrassingly excuse myself from the group. I walked right over to him to figure out what the hell his problem was. Apparently he was under the impression that I was going to spend all my time with him and that I wasn't going to talk to any of the other 600 people at this party. I quickly corrected him, told him he was a fucking lunatic and told him to cool off somewhere and to leave me alone. Honestly, I was in shock. Just because I hang out with you for a night doesn't mean you own me and definitely doesn't give you the right to shout horrible things at me.
The next morning "Vegas Crazy" called to apologize. Apparently alcohol makes you a jealous asshole who can't act like an adult in public.
I met "Vegas Crazy" months ago when I was downtown helping out my team for a sales event. He works for an entirely different partner so I never saw him before but was instantly attracted. He introduced himself to me and we talked for a bit before I had to get back to work. I would see him occasionally at our suburban office when he was there for meetings but never spoke to him. I was pleasantly surprised when I saw him on the second night at the after hours lounge everyone gathers at. We instantly hit it off again and spend the next few hours drinking and tearing up the dance floor....and then I slept with him. Oops. Eh, what happens in Vegas....
So yeah, fun night and it was back to meetings the next morning. Since this was our last day everyone was anxious for it to be over with and ready for the exclusive party at Tryst. The day flew by and before I knew it I was getting ready for the night with some girlfriends in my room, one of which was my boss. Two of the girls right off the bat mentioned the "guido" I was dancing with the prior night. They clearly disapproved but didn't know that I didn't just dance with him. On the other hand, another girlfriend in the room knew all about it and we got a good laugh. Looking back I maybe should have listened a little closer to the disapproval because that night I got a taste of exactly what they were talking about.
So I'm at Tryst and after an hour or so I run into "Vegas Crazy." I chat with him for a good half hour before I leave to go mingle/network with a ton of people. It's a party and I'm not there just to talk to him. I end up outside where all the Executives are and start talking to one of them. About 5-10min into the conversation with this Executive and some other girlfriends, I hear "Vegas Crazy" shouting things right into my ear. Things like "you're disgusting" and "how can you talk to him, he's a scumbag." At first I thought he was joking and I just laughed it off. It wasn't until the third time he came over that I realized he was serious. He asked me for a minute to talk and I had to embarrassingly excuse myself from the group. I walked right over to him to figure out what the hell his problem was. Apparently he was under the impression that I was going to spend all my time with him and that I wasn't going to talk to any of the other 600 people at this party. I quickly corrected him, told him he was a fucking lunatic and told him to cool off somewhere and to leave me alone. Honestly, I was in shock. Just because I hang out with you for a night doesn't mean you own me and definitely doesn't give you the right to shout horrible things at me.
The next morning "Vegas Crazy" called to apologize. Apparently alcohol makes you a jealous asshole who can't act like an adult in public.
Saturday, December 4, 2010
The Columbian
One of my greatest friends moved out to Hawaii two years ago and I visit her often. Since we just got the first snowfall here in IL all I can think of is wanting to go back to the warm sunshine and beach! However, the thought of Hawaii also reminds me that on my last trip I had to deal with The Columbian.
I met The Columbian earlier in the year when I visited my close friend. The second to last day I was there we had a big party on the beach and enjoyed some Paddle Boarding. The Columbian and I sat on the boards and talked for what seemed like hours. Later that night we conveniently were set up on a date by our friends. We tried to go Salsa dancing but pretty much made it to the beach to make out and then went back to his place. What can I say...he's a latin lover and you have to expect these things. I obviously had a great time and after I left Hawaii we talked on the phone almost every day. Now, The Columbian almost made this blog months ago for his ENDLESS complaining but he learned to control that after I set him straight that I didn't sign up for that. See, The Columbian, as with any latin lover, has a history of family issues and relationship issues. He's basically a hot mess. But you don't ever actually date latin lovers, you just have fun. It's a mutual understanding that you each give each other attention but there is no actual commitment. It's supposed to be a very mature understanding between two people but on this last visit two months ago, The Columbian got it all wrong and acted like a complete asshole in the process.
So I'm in Hawaii for a week and it's going great! The Columbian and I are talking, hanging out and sleeping together. No complaints there. Each giving each other mutual attention. However, a few days before I left something abruptly changed. The Columbian invited all of us to the beach where he proceeded to ignore me and in general seemed annoyed I was even there. A little weird to ignore me when he was the one who invited me and mutual friends, but I ignored it cause frankly I don't care...this isn't a relationship. Things blew up later that night at a Halloween party when every guy at the bar was talking to me except for The Columbian. A little confused at the back and forth behavior because remember, with latin lovers the expectation is having mutual attention. So I bring this up to The Columbian and he brushes it off, gives me attention and later blames his ADHD (really.). The day I leave I notice his Facebook status has changed to "It's Official" and when I arrive back in IL his relationship status changes to "In a Relationship." Gotta love Facebook for giving you the straight answers when you're under the impression that your latin lover is mature to do it in person. See, the thing is, I don't care if The Columbian is in a relationship. In fact, I want him to be in any relationship as long as it's not with me. I just care that he's upfront and tells me, which is part of the agreement that he forgot. Good news is I can walk away and blog about it. At least I'm not the new girlfriend that has no idea he was sleeping with someone else hours before it was "official."
I met The Columbian earlier in the year when I visited my close friend. The second to last day I was there we had a big party on the beach and enjoyed some Paddle Boarding. The Columbian and I sat on the boards and talked for what seemed like hours. Later that night we conveniently were set up on a date by our friends. We tried to go Salsa dancing but pretty much made it to the beach to make out and then went back to his place. What can I say...he's a latin lover and you have to expect these things. I obviously had a great time and after I left Hawaii we talked on the phone almost every day. Now, The Columbian almost made this blog months ago for his ENDLESS complaining but he learned to control that after I set him straight that I didn't sign up for that. See, The Columbian, as with any latin lover, has a history of family issues and relationship issues. He's basically a hot mess. But you don't ever actually date latin lovers, you just have fun. It's a mutual understanding that you each give each other attention but there is no actual commitment. It's supposed to be a very mature understanding between two people but on this last visit two months ago, The Columbian got it all wrong and acted like a complete asshole in the process.
So I'm in Hawaii for a week and it's going great! The Columbian and I are talking, hanging out and sleeping together. No complaints there. Each giving each other mutual attention. However, a few days before I left something abruptly changed. The Columbian invited all of us to the beach where he proceeded to ignore me and in general seemed annoyed I was even there. A little weird to ignore me when he was the one who invited me and mutual friends, but I ignored it cause frankly I don't care...this isn't a relationship. Things blew up later that night at a Halloween party when every guy at the bar was talking to me except for The Columbian. A little confused at the back and forth behavior because remember, with latin lovers the expectation is having mutual attention. So I bring this up to The Columbian and he brushes it off, gives me attention and later blames his ADHD (really.). The day I leave I notice his Facebook status has changed to "It's Official" and when I arrive back in IL his relationship status changes to "In a Relationship." Gotta love Facebook for giving you the straight answers when you're under the impression that your latin lover is mature to do it in person. See, the thing is, I don't care if The Columbian is in a relationship. In fact, I want him to be in any relationship as long as it's not with me. I just care that he's upfront and tells me, which is part of the agreement that he forgot. Good news is I can walk away and blog about it. At least I'm not the new girlfriend that has no idea he was sleeping with someone else hours before it was "official."
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Ravinia
I went to Ravinia this weekend with some friends to see the Counting Crows. Had an amazing time except for the part where some obnoxious guy "Wino" spilled wine all over me...and then blamed me for it.
My friend and I were sitting on the lawn watching the band when "20 Questions" came up to talk to us. And by "talk" I mean it was a 10 minute Q&A session.
"Where are you from?"
"What do you do?"
To my married friend "How long have you been married?"
To my married friend "How do you like being married?"
To my married friend "Do you feel like you have to reinvent yourself in your relationship?"
By this point we had had enough. His other friend "Wino" then came up to my chair and leaned on my armrest....which lead to my entire glass of wine spilling all over my pants and the chair. I got up, showed him what happened and he said "I didn't do that...you did." Then he walked away to go sit back with his friends.
I found it ironic that "20 Questions" was asking me why I was single.
My friend and I were sitting on the lawn watching the band when "20 Questions" came up to talk to us. And by "talk" I mean it was a 10 minute Q&A session.
"Where are you from?"
"What do you do?"
To my married friend "How long have you been married?"
To my married friend "How do you like being married?"
To my married friend "Do you feel like you have to reinvent yourself in your relationship?"
By this point we had had enough. His other friend "Wino" then came up to my chair and leaned on my armrest....which lead to my entire glass of wine spilling all over my pants and the chair. I got up, showed him what happened and he said "I didn't do that...you did." Then he walked away to go sit back with his friends.
I found it ironic that "20 Questions" was asking me why I was single.
Friday, July 30, 2010
Mr. God Awful
On Tuesday I went to lunch with some coworkers. One of the guys in the group is so god awful annoying that I try to avoid him at all costs, but I got stuck sitting next to him this time. Lucky me!
The conversation at the table turned into discussing how people met their significant others. Since my parents have a somewhat entertaining and cute story I shared that. I then mentioned that, at the time, they were pretty opposite of one another. My mom is prim and proper and my dad has tattoos and was in a motorcycle gang. I then went on to explain that it was all a facade with my dad cause he's very sweet and down to earth and got rid of the motorcycle when he met my mom. End of story.
Mr. God Awful then leans over to me and starts with the 20 questions. One of which is "So, do you like bad boys like your mom??"
The conversation at the table turned into discussing how people met their significant others. Since my parents have a somewhat entertaining and cute story I shared that. I then mentioned that, at the time, they were pretty opposite of one another. My mom is prim and proper and my dad has tattoos and was in a motorcycle gang. I then went on to explain that it was all a facade with my dad cause he's very sweet and down to earth and got rid of the motorcycle when he met my mom. End of story.
Mr. God Awful then leans over to me and starts with the 20 questions. One of which is "So, do you like bad boys like your mom??"
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