After I read Monica's post A Good Dude I began to think about Good Dudes. Do I know any good dudes? Hmmmm. I know a few, but I'm either related to them or they are taken. I don't think I know any good dudes right now.
I knew a good dude - well I guess I still know him. I say he's a GD, because in Monica's criteria, GD's don't string you along. However, this GD did not quit calling me because he realized that I'm not the one - as in Monica's scenario. Nope, he has decided I am not the one BUT he likes me a lot and wants to be my friend.
He calls me almost everyday. We have great stimulating conversations. We've hung out a few times and we have a really good time together. We click. I know what you're thinking. You're thinking, "maybe you think yall click, but obviously he doesn't." Nope, he talks about how we click, how much we have in common.....blah, blah, blah. But at the end of the day - he wants us to be friends. I HATE THAT SHIT!!!!!
When I meet a GD I do not want to be just friends. I have enough friends who are not GD's. I want him to be the one, know I'm the one and shut the fuck up. Friends?!? I know this sounds unreasonable - but hell it's honest.
Maybe it would be better if he used Monica's scenario and just stopped calling period! Just leave me alone. Stop dangling his GD-ness in my face if I can't have it! All this calling and talking and GD shit makes me like his ass more. It makes me anticipate the calls and hope he will see "the light." That he'll see the wonder of all that is Me! That he'll see that I'm what's hot on the streets! ( LOL !!! I told him the hot on the streets thing......I'm sick, I know.)
The sane thing to do would be just hang out with him. Let what happens happen. If it's not to be, it won't. Don't limit myself to seeing only him. Keep it moving. I get it - however there is this . Frutting impairs sane judgment - even with GD's.
Friends???!!!!???? I'm what's hot on the streets nucca!
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
Monday, July 23, 2007
Watchoo Lookin' Fo
You know that feeling you get when you're looking for something. For instance, you misplaced your keys - and you're ready to leave the house. You search for those keys with micro-intensity. You narrow your view, honing in on places you think you may have placed your keys. First you look in the obvious places, the table near the door, the counter top, your pockets. After you don't find the keys in the obvious places you start to think of less obvious places. You check the outside of the door, maybe you never took them out of the lock. Nope not there. You retrace your steps, you look in every room you've been in. You look in the refrigerator, in the laundry room, under the beds - even though you have no memory of going near these places with your keys. You'll take'em any way you can find them at this point.
Once you have searched everywhere you think your keys could possibly be - you just stop and think. You stand still and you think to yourself,"the keys have to be in here somewhere. I used them to unlock the door when I came home!"
Right there! That sense of "where-the-fuck-is-it-ness?!?" That's the feeling I'm talking about.
That is exactly how I'm feeling right now. But, I'm not looking for my keys. I'm looking for "my real life."
Okay, I know this sounds crazy- but I'm looking for the physical manifestation of an image in my mind. The image of "my real life" is tranquil, and serene. No worries. Content. The image is of me sitting somewhere, I think I'm on a porch, or on a lawn. There's a lot of lush greenery around me. It's really pretty. But it's not the beauty of the place that makes it so appealing. It's the feeling that I have when I'm there, it's so absolutely fulfilled and peaceful, it blows my mind! I'm not thinking about bills, Mykiddo, relationships, family stuff, or health issues when I'm there. I feel totally cared for and loved when I'm there. In this image, I have the house I want,
Let me pull up a bit and give you some background on this thing. I moved away from my home in Louisiana three years ago to start a new life in a very different place. I chose Columbus Ohio. I wanted to finish school and make more money. I wanted to free myself from the obligations that go along with living near close relatives. I wanted to experience another city - to see the seasons change. On my own. And for the most part I'm doing exactly what I set out to do. I'm in school, I'm working, and I'm on my own. I'm all on my own.
But, here's the thing, I want to go home. I miss my family and my friends. I miss seeing people who look like me and sound like me. I miss the "familiarness" of home. I miss the ruckus, the festivals, the food and the smells. I even miss the dirt.
Even with all of that, I don't really want to go home. I'm just impatient because I haven't found "my real life" yet. I was looking for it when I moved here. I think I've come closer to it. But, no cigar. Not yet.
So, I'm still looking for "my real life." What are you looking for?
Once you have searched everywhere you think your keys could possibly be - you just stop and think. You stand still and you think to yourself,"the keys have to be in here somewhere. I used them to unlock the door when I came home!"
Right there! That sense of "where-the-fuck-is-it-ness?!?" That's the feeling I'm talking about.
That is exactly how I'm feeling right now. But, I'm not looking for my keys. I'm looking for "my real life."
Okay, I know this sounds crazy- but I'm looking for the physical manifestation of an image in my mind. The image of "my real life" is tranquil, and serene. No worries. Content. The image is of me sitting somewhere, I think I'm on a porch, or on a lawn. There's a lot of lush greenery around me. It's really pretty. But it's not the beauty of the place that makes it so appealing. It's the feeling that I have when I'm there, it's so absolutely fulfilled and peaceful, it blows my mind! I'm not thinking about bills, Mykiddo, relationships, family stuff, or health issues when I'm there. I feel totally cared for and loved when I'm there. In this image, I have the house I want,
Let me pull up a bit and give you some background on this thing. I moved away from my home in Louisiana three years ago to start a new life in a very different place. I chose Columbus Ohio. I wanted to finish school and make more money. I wanted to free myself from the obligations that go along with living near close relatives. I wanted to experience another city - to see the seasons change. On my own. And for the most part I'm doing exactly what I set out to do. I'm in school, I'm working, and I'm on my own. I'm all on my own.
But, here's the thing, I want to go home. I miss my family and my friends. I miss seeing people who look like me and sound like me. I miss the "familiarness" of home. I miss the ruckus, the festivals, the food and the smells. I even miss the dirt.
Even with all of that, I don't really want to go home. I'm just impatient because I haven't found "my real life" yet. I was looking for it when I moved here. I think I've come closer to it. But, no cigar. Not yet.
So, I'm still looking for "my real life." What are you looking for?
Friday, July 20, 2007
Public Service Announcement # 698
Gentlemen, when pursuing a mate/friend/lover on an on-line dating site:
Do not say that you are "light-skinned, with curly/wavy hair". That shit sounds so ridiculously gay and womanish!
Do not post pictures with every single one of your fraternity brothers. Ya'll steppin' and shit! Grow the fuck up! Immediately!!
Do not post pictures of you kids/grand kids/nieces/nephews...........ever! Those damn kids are not looking for a damn date. Your retarded ass is! Post pictures of yourself idiot!
Do not post pictures of you in a hot tub, in bed, in the bathroom mirror. Think about it, we can see the reflection of the chick who took the picture in the mirror behind your stupid ass!
Do not post pictures of yourself and a woman with her face cut out. We can see her arm draped over your shoulder. We see her hair right beside your face dude! Lawd have mercy......sad sack of shits!
Do not introduce yourself as a Reverend So&So, say you want a virtuous woman and then go on to describe your favorite sexual positions. You have to be kidding me!
Do not misspell words! It's soul, not sole. It's niece not neese. Spell check is wonder - try it!
Do not post pictures of your house, your car, your boat and whatnot! Man either that ain't really your shit or you think you can use it to snag a woman. Ohh, but you don't want a gold digger do you? Jackass!
Do not continue to wear your hair in locks if the hair in the center of your head is absent! Same goes for far reaching receding hairlines. Cut that shit off - anything is better than the foolywang you are rocking now!
Do not post numerous pictures of your pets! Do you think your pet is more interesting, or more attractive than you? If you have a bunch of pets .........let's just say that may be the reason you do not have a mate. Stupido!
Do not imply sending a "flirt" to you is unacceptable. Man please! Just be happy someone spoke to your ass! Dingleberry having bastid!
Do not enter "Legally Separated" as your marital status. What the hell is that? Either you're married or you're not! Pick one nucca!
Do not post pictures with teddy bears, Kappa canes or furry pimp coats. That shit is just wrong on so many levels! Did you pass this shit by a friend before you posted it? NO!!!!!!!!!!!! Damn!
Do not even try to date if you have more than three kids! If you are any kind of responsible you're going to be paying child support for a long damn time. You can't afford a woman. Wait till them kids is grown!
This public service announcement has been brought to you by Dating Site Blues, Inc., Tired of This Shit, LLC., and viewers like you. We appreciate your continued support here at Angie Says.
Do not say that you are "light-skinned, with curly/wavy hair". That shit sounds so ridiculously gay and womanish!
Do not post pictures with every single one of your fraternity brothers. Ya'll steppin' and shit! Grow the fuck up! Immediately!!
Do not post pictures of you kids/grand kids/nieces/nephews...........ever! Those damn kids are not looking for a damn date. Your retarded ass is! Post pictures of yourself idiot!
Do not post pictures of you in a hot tub, in bed, in the bathroom mirror. Think about it, we can see the reflection of the chick who took the picture in the mirror behind your stupid ass!
Do not post pictures of yourself and a woman with her face cut out. We can see her arm draped over your shoulder. We see her hair right beside your face dude! Lawd have mercy......sad sack of shits!
Do not introduce yourself as a Reverend So&So, say you want a virtuous woman and then go on to describe your favorite sexual positions. You have to be kidding me!
Do not misspell words! It's soul, not sole. It's niece not neese. Spell check is wonder - try it!
Do not post pictures of your house, your car, your boat and whatnot! Man either that ain't really your shit or you think you can use it to snag a woman. Ohh, but you don't want a gold digger do you? Jackass!
Do not continue to wear your hair in locks if the hair in the center of your head is absent! Same goes for far reaching receding hairlines. Cut that shit off - anything is better than the foolywang you are rocking now!
Do not post numerous pictures of your pets! Do you think your pet is more interesting, or more attractive than you? If you have a bunch of pets .........let's just say that may be the reason you do not have a mate. Stupido!
Do not imply sending a "flirt" to you is unacceptable. Man please! Just be happy someone spoke to your ass! Dingleberry having bastid!
Do not enter "Legally Separated" as your marital status. What the hell is that? Either you're married or you're not! Pick one nucca!
Do not post pictures with teddy bears, Kappa canes or furry pimp coats. That shit is just wrong on so many levels! Did you pass this shit by a friend before you posted it? NO!!!!!!!!!!!! Damn!
Do not even try to date if you have more than three kids! If you are any kind of responsible you're going to be paying child support for a long damn time. You can't afford a woman. Wait till them kids is grown!
This public service announcement has been brought to you by Dating Site Blues, Inc., Tired of This Shit, LLC., and viewers like you. We appreciate your continued support here at Angie Says.
Friday, July 13, 2007
Bush Kissin'
I was about nine or ten years old and really skinny. He was really, really dark and skinny. We had agreed to kiss right after it got dark, behind the tall bushes in front of my house. All the other kids in the neighborhood stood at the bottom of the driveway, waiting to see our feet come together beneath the bushes. Our two feet coming close enough to touch toes would indicate that we had done it! That had kissed!
That sounds simple enough doesn't it? Accept it was my first kiss and I didn't know there would be a tongue involved. It just never occurred to me. May be because I was too busy trying to remember to close my eyes. I'm sure I saw people kiss in person and on t.v. - I guess I never thought about the tongue part. But I did notice they closed their eyes. Ha! To make a long story short, as soon as he removed his tongue from my unprepared mouth I RAN INSIDE! Bram!! went the screen door, and he was left alone to attend to our driveway audience. To this day I wonder what he said to them. The next day, we acted like it never happened.
That was my first kiss. It happened over thirty years ago. It's amazing - the things we remember. My first kiss is a good memory for me. It makes me smile. It was innocent and sweet. I have very few innocent sweet memories from my childhood - so I cherish that one.
That sounds simple enough doesn't it? Accept it was my first kiss and I didn't know there would be a tongue involved. It just never occurred to me. May be because I was too busy trying to remember to close my eyes. I'm sure I saw people kiss in person and on t.v. - I guess I never thought about the tongue part. But I did notice they closed their eyes. Ha! To make a long story short, as soon as he removed his tongue from my unprepared mouth I RAN INSIDE! Bram!! went the screen door, and he was left alone to attend to our driveway audience. To this day I wonder what he said to them. The next day, we acted like it never happened.
That was my first kiss. It happened over thirty years ago. It's amazing - the things we remember. My first kiss is a good memory for me. It makes me smile. It was innocent and sweet. I have very few innocent sweet memories from my childhood - so I cherish that one.
Monday, July 09, 2007
Random Rant Monday
Why does Mykiddo break all of my stuff? Why does she break all of her stuff? Will she ever grow out of this? I mean she's going away to college in a month, what's going to happen then?
Here's a list of things I'm going to get after "The Breaker" is gone. Iron, CD player, MP3, computer, iron, pots, and a toilet seat. I'll miss her but it'll be good to have my stuff to myself, and to know if it's broken, I broke it.
When will my "ends" meet? As in making ends meet?
How many NSF fees will I pay this month ??!!
The last two are probably related. LOL
What am I going to do with myself without Mykiddo? She is the reason I keep going even when I don't want to. I'm not being overly dramatic either. My readers who are parents know what I'm talking about. That shit is hard. I know.....I know........do it for yourself.....blah....blah....blah I'm just being real, sometimes I don't think I would "do it" for myself. I guess we'll find out soon enough. If I haven't posted in a long time - somebody come and get me, I'm probably holed up in my apartment in my bath robe and eating peanut butter off of a spoon.
Why do I say I want to be in a relationship. Do I really? Or is it just that I want the feeling of connectedness with someone? I feel like I'm missing that- the connection. I feel like I should be plugged into something in some way, and I'm not. Hell, I don't know.
Why have I had more physical problems in the last three years than I've had in my whole life?!? When will this shit end?
I've been walking and jogging and I've lost 10 lbs! Yippee! Stripper career, here I come!
Why do I feel perfectly comfortable spilling my innermost shit in this blog? I'm pretty sensitive to criticism and judgement - but I don't care here. Why is that?
Here's a list of things I'm going to get after "The Breaker" is gone. Iron, CD player, MP3, computer, iron, pots, and a toilet seat. I'll miss her but it'll be good to have my stuff to myself, and to know if it's broken, I broke it.
When will my "ends" meet? As in making ends meet?
How many NSF fees will I pay this month ??!!
The last two are probably related. LOL
What am I going to do with myself without Mykiddo? She is the reason I keep going even when I don't want to. I'm not being overly dramatic either. My readers who are parents know what I'm talking about. That shit is hard. I know.....I know........do it for yourself.....blah....blah....blah I'm just being real, sometimes I don't think I would "do it" for myself. I guess we'll find out soon enough. If I haven't posted in a long time - somebody come and get me, I'm probably holed up in my apartment in my bath robe and eating peanut butter off of a spoon.
Why do I say I want to be in a relationship. Do I really? Or is it just that I want the feeling of connectedness with someone? I feel like I'm missing that- the connection. I feel like I should be plugged into something in some way, and I'm not. Hell, I don't know.
Why have I had more physical problems in the last three years than I've had in my whole life?!? When will this shit end?
I've been walking and jogging and I've lost 10 lbs! Yippee! Stripper career, here I come!
Why do I feel perfectly comfortable spilling my innermost shit in this blog? I'm pretty sensitive to criticism and judgement - but I don't care here. Why is that?
Monday, July 02, 2007
Analog Girl In A Digital World
After reading West's recent post, describing the circumstances in which he met, befriended and fell in love with his sweetie, I had an epiphany about myself.
I'm stuck in Beta and everybody else, well, everyone else is rocking DVDs. I am trapped in a dating time warp. I still view relationships the way I did when I was a young girl. You meet, you date and then you get married. Not a good outlook for dating in the 07.
I don't want to date a guy for umpteen years before we get married. I don't even want to go on a bunch of dates with someone while they figure out if they like me. This may sound crazy - but if you don't know if you like me by the 2nd or 3rd date, we have a problem. By the second date - I at least know if I don't not like your ass. At the ripe old age of 40 I know what I want. I know what I like. I know what kind of person I'd like to spend my time with. I expect the same from men who are my age. If you know what you want, how long does it take for you to figure out if a person is not it? Damn.
I know I've said it before, but I don't think dating has to be so complicated. First of all - if two people are completely honest with each other, it doesn't take long to at least figure out who you don't like. Damn.......damn it to hell! If you tell the truth about why you're dating and what you want the other person has the option to decide if they are on the same page. Hell, in the same book.
West and his girlfriend are cool with their situation. They are on the same page.....well, I haven't spoke to her personally. Ha-ha! But, if she still with him after 6 years of dating she has to know he's a slow mover and she must be okay with it. (Maybe she's the slow mover, let's be fair here.)
Me, I don't have 6 years. I'd like to be married in a couple of years. Do you know how much sex I could have with my husband in 6 years ?!? Do you know how many trips we could have gone on together?!? How many long talks and walks........and presents, he could have bought me a lot of presents in 6 years. : )
What's an analog girl to do?
I'm stuck in Beta and everybody else, well, everyone else is rocking DVDs. I am trapped in a dating time warp. I still view relationships the way I did when I was a young girl. You meet, you date and then you get married. Not a good outlook for dating in the 07.
I don't want to date a guy for umpteen years before we get married. I don't even want to go on a bunch of dates with someone while they figure out if they like me. This may sound crazy - but if you don't know if you like me by the 2nd or 3rd date, we have a problem. By the second date - I at least know if I don't not like your ass. At the ripe old age of 40 I know what I want. I know what I like. I know what kind of person I'd like to spend my time with. I expect the same from men who are my age. If you know what you want, how long does it take for you to figure out if a person is not it? Damn.
I know I've said it before, but I don't think dating has to be so complicated. First of all - if two people are completely honest with each other, it doesn't take long to at least figure out who you don't like. Damn.......damn it to hell! If you tell the truth about why you're dating and what you want the other person has the option to decide if they are on the same page. Hell, in the same book.
West and his girlfriend are cool with their situation. They are on the same page.....well, I haven't spoke to her personally. Ha-ha! But, if she still with him after 6 years of dating she has to know he's a slow mover and she must be okay with it. (Maybe she's the slow mover, let's be fair here.)
Me, I don't have 6 years. I'd like to be married in a couple of years. Do you know how much sex I could have with my husband in 6 years ?!? Do you know how many trips we could have gone on together?!? How many long talks and walks........and presents, he could have bought me a lot of presents in 6 years. : )
What's an analog girl to do?
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