This morning the snow wasn't falling so much as swimming in the atmosphere; the flakes twisting and turning, jumping and looping around each other. It was so pretty to walk through. And of course I'd laugh to myself when I a cluster of them would land either on the lense of my glasses, up my nostrils, or in my eyeball. People would pass and smile at me. I wasn't sure why. But receiving smiles is always wonderful. (Still, I checked my fly just in case.)
This afternoon I ended up chatting with a vintage jewelry shop owner and a patron for 2.5 hours - about everything from sex to racism to the culture in Montreal vs. Toronto. It was very candid. Perhaps it was so because we were all strangers. Or perhaps we really were all likeminded, despite our age ranges and cultural backgrounds and experiences. It was a wonderful chat, I truly appreciated their company. Gave me good motivation and ideas - inspiration - to get more personal writing done. My brain was working those ideas for the rest of the day.
I dropped by Second Nature to look for jeans. Tried on some 7's, Citizens and Rock & Republic, but nothing fit right. I thought to browse the dresses since I'll need an outfit for The Juno's. I found a couple dark numbers, but then a beautiful yellow bodice-type number caught my eye. It was an Andrew Mark New York dress with pink lining on the inside... And it was a size 6 ... and it fit perfectly... and it was HALF OFF. Cha-CHING!! Also picked up a vintage Chinese silk clutch in Royal Blue. Everyone in the shop stopped and watched as I checked myself out in the mirror. I felt I had to do it quick. It was weird how they were all looking.
Visited The Culinarium on Mt. Pleasant and bought a bunch of local food (pear puree, ground beef, chicken pot pie, dark chocolate covered cranberries and portobello/tomato pasta sauce. I'm not huge on 'Organic' living, but my brother gave me a $30 gift certificate to th eplace as part of my Xmas pressie, so I thought to spend it. Surprisingly, it carried me pretty far despite the pricey fare.
I finally watched Ghost for the first time. I was really surprised it was good. And I had no idea Whoopi Goldberg was in it either. (I'm not a hgue Demi Moore fan.)
Did my taxes! Gonna get a return. Wee!! Looking forward to that.
Rawkin to the Raconteurs. Level. Oh yeah...
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Crazy ass weekend
In point form:
- Visited mum & dad
- Awesome game of Charades
- Lots of food and drinkies
- Hung out with Donny at his place
- Drooled over his new toy he ordered online
- Then drooled on his couch pillow
- Cleaned house
- Grocery shopping
- Music downloading
- Bones TV show watching
- Painted my nails
- Wrecked my nails
- Cookery
- Drinks with a college gal pal
- Making new friends at Sweaty Betty's
- Cabbie stole my cell phone
- Lost my credit card
- Cooper gave me cuddles
- Gal pal came over with my Credit card
- Catch-up about debauchery
- Watched Stardust
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Finally gonna see Donny.
I think the last time I saw him was in November 2010. So it's about time we hung out!
On my way to his place. Bringin' cheese, he's got champagne and Netflix. Will be an awesome night in.
On my way to his place. Bringin' cheese, he's got champagne and Netflix. Will be an awesome night in.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Guys really piss me off
A friend of mine really upset me with his comments yesterday. Essentially he thinks I am denying myself pleasure by holding off sex until I'm in a relationship. He came to this conclusion upon reading this post. I think he completely misunderstood the point and frankly, I'm offended.
Perhaps he is thinking of his own vested interests, seeing that he and I were fun buddies once and now he is newly single, looking for a new fun buddy. I flirt with the idea, but get my fun out of flirting. I have no desire to actually follow through. He is misinterpreting my flirtyness with wanting. And for some reason thinks he has the authority to tell me what I really truly want and desire.
Not sure how he's come to that conclusion...
Perhaps he is thinking of his own vested interests, seeing that he and I were fun buddies once and now he is newly single, looking for a new fun buddy. I flirt with the idea, but get my fun out of flirting. I have no desire to actually follow through. He is misinterpreting my flirtyness with wanting. And for some reason thinks he has the authority to tell me what I really truly want and desire.
Not sure how he's come to that conclusion...
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Self-Revelations
Dimples is another lost soul of sorts, trying to figure out where his heart lies within himself... and to whom it belongs. I am similarly trying to tread water, but am far too hopeful for love to happen that I jump at every opportunity, which leads me to overlook the poisonous snakes.
We had a very long intimate chat this weekend, and it was beautiful. I was frustrated with how it ended - Me realizing that he is not over his ex and he realizing that I'm not as confident as I let on.
I'm the one who broached the subject that we should probably not date anymore. He agreed. It was a tough conversation. We both acknowledged there is a strong sense of chemistry between us, but the timing is all wrong. he didn't want to be the guy who broke my heart and I didn't want to merely be a distraction for the girl he wasn't over yet.
Though I know I made the right decision in addressing the issue, I'm still choked up about it.
Last night I went out for drinks with a friend who I dated briefly in the Fall. I had flittered away from it, feeling that we were too different. We finally have managed to get over the akward hump and hang out like friends should. We ended up at the King Eddy, which I found hilarious, because Sommelier and I were there two weeks ago. Sommelier was the one who wasn't over his ex yet... Noticing a pattern?
My friend said the best way to get over someone is to hugely distract yourself, be it work, something creative, as long as it's not alcohol or women (or in my case, men).
I look extra hard for the little things that make me happy. Like remembering when someone unexpected calls me beautiful, or when a handsome stranger smiles at me when we cross paths in the street (was a lovely surprise when that happened Monday on my walk into work!). It's trivial stuff, but they are all little reminders about how I can impact someone in a positive way, and how they return the positive energy my way.
And right now I need all the positive energy I can get.
We had a very long intimate chat this weekend, and it was beautiful. I was frustrated with how it ended - Me realizing that he is not over his ex and he realizing that I'm not as confident as I let on.
I'm the one who broached the subject that we should probably not date anymore. He agreed. It was a tough conversation. We both acknowledged there is a strong sense of chemistry between us, but the timing is all wrong. he didn't want to be the guy who broke my heart and I didn't want to merely be a distraction for the girl he wasn't over yet.
Though I know I made the right decision in addressing the issue, I'm still choked up about it.
Last night I went out for drinks with a friend who I dated briefly in the Fall. I had flittered away from it, feeling that we were too different. We finally have managed to get over the akward hump and hang out like friends should. We ended up at the King Eddy, which I found hilarious, because Sommelier and I were there two weeks ago. Sommelier was the one who wasn't over his ex yet... Noticing a pattern?
My friend said the best way to get over someone is to hugely distract yourself, be it work, something creative, as long as it's not alcohol or women (or in my case, men).
I look extra hard for the little things that make me happy. Like remembering when someone unexpected calls me beautiful, or when a handsome stranger smiles at me when we cross paths in the street (was a lovely surprise when that happened Monday on my walk into work!). It's trivial stuff, but they are all little reminders about how I can impact someone in a positive way, and how they return the positive energy my way.
And right now I need all the positive energy I can get.
Monday, February 14, 2011
Being Serenaded Is Always Amazing.
I had only been serenaded once before.. a year ago, by a gent named Paul who sang me Tele's Lullaby. It was beautiful. But last night, when Dimples seranaded me with the following three songs, I was carried to a completely different place...
...Till There Was You
...Breaking The Girl
Today I feel strange after our long and intimate chat yesterday. I feel hypersensitive - on the verge of throwing up. I shared too much too quick and I believe he did the same... I'm scared.
Sometimes I think being single forever would be easier.
But then I remember that even though being single is technically easier, it's more painful in the end - which I force myself to remember - especially on days like today when the dating game is just killing me and my mind won't stop.
...Till There Was You
...Breaking The Girl
...Creep
Today I feel strange after our long and intimate chat yesterday. I feel hypersensitive - on the verge of throwing up. I shared too much too quick and I believe he did the same... I'm scared.
Sometimes I think being single forever would be easier.
But then I remember that even though being single is technically easier, it's more painful in the end - which I force myself to remember - especially on days like today when the dating game is just killing me and my mind won't stop.
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
I overcooked my quinoa
Soggy quinoa is still good for you, right?
I don't measure things. So when I made quinoa on Sunday, I dumped one cup of the stuff in a pot of boiling water. I didn't realize that there's actually mathematics involved with ratios of water : quinoa required. Will remember for next time.
Still, it is quite delicious with Herbe De Provence, pumpkin puree, onions, black pepper and broccoli.
So as I sit here with my noms on my lunch hour at workie, I felt I should update y'all on a few tings, man.
Penny disappeared. He messaged me once, I messaged him back, three days later he messaged me and I just dropped it. He's not fun or exciting. Or interesting. I was thinking of calling him on Feb 17 to wish him a happy birthday, but he may get the wrong idea behind my thoughtfulness.
Sommelier is quite the entertaining basket case, but he had to be cut. After the vibrator song on Saturday night, I realized that his rantings were because of alcoholism; having witnessed him drink me out of the wine in my home and throwing absinthe down his throat like it were water. Not a good person to have around. I hope he finds his head one day. And if he does, I still want him to stay away from me. Serious negative vibes eminating from that guy.
Sunday I met a new hunk we'll call Dimples. He's goofy, yet smart; conventional and not, all at once. It's so wonderful. Dimples and I had hung out for two hours on Sunday before he left for a Superbowl party. We spoke on the phone the next night for 3 hours. We spoke on the phone last night for 4. I feel like I'm in high school - all giddy and dreamy-like. I'm very much looking forward to seeing him this weekend.
If I'm lucky I'll see him tomorrow. You know I'll keep you posted ;)
I don't measure things. So when I made quinoa on Sunday, I dumped one cup of the stuff in a pot of boiling water. I didn't realize that there's actually mathematics involved with ratios of water : quinoa required. Will remember for next time.
Still, it is quite delicious with Herbe De Provence, pumpkin puree, onions, black pepper and broccoli.
So as I sit here with my noms on my lunch hour at workie, I felt I should update y'all on a few tings, man.
Penny disappeared. He messaged me once, I messaged him back, three days later he messaged me and I just dropped it. He's not fun or exciting. Or interesting. I was thinking of calling him on Feb 17 to wish him a happy birthday, but he may get the wrong idea behind my thoughtfulness.
Sommelier is quite the entertaining basket case, but he had to be cut. After the vibrator song on Saturday night, I realized that his rantings were because of alcoholism; having witnessed him drink me out of the wine in my home and throwing absinthe down his throat like it were water. Not a good person to have around. I hope he finds his head one day. And if he does, I still want him to stay away from me. Serious negative vibes eminating from that guy.
Sunday I met a new hunk we'll call Dimples. He's goofy, yet smart; conventional and not, all at once. It's so wonderful. Dimples and I had hung out for two hours on Sunday before he left for a Superbowl party. We spoke on the phone the next night for 3 hours. We spoke on the phone last night for 4. I feel like I'm in high school - all giddy and dreamy-like. I'm very much looking forward to seeing him this weekend.
If I'm lucky I'll see him tomorrow. You know I'll keep you posted ;)
Saturday, February 5, 2011
Sometimes I wonder what the point of it all is.
And then on a snowy night like tonight ... when he shows up with a bottle of wine and sorries.
And he plays guitar... and he blushes when I tell him about the vibrator Derek made for me.
And he sings a song about it on my guitar.
And he plays guitar... and he blushes when I tell him about the vibrator Derek made for me.
And he sings a song about it on my guitar.
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