Thursday, November 22, 2012
Tuesday, November 13, 2012
Always when you least expect it...or want it!
Last weekend I went to the Sex Show with The Medic and his pals.
It was a super fun day, six hours of wandering from booth to booth looking at body jewelry, pasties, panties, dildos, lube, vibrators, chocolate, books and more toys. And a guy, John, I was starting to get to know and potentially date, decided to text me a picture of his junk. Ugh.
I figure we were in the right element to ask The Medic and his pals why guys bother sending pics of their junk to chicks. It's not sexy. At all.
One of The Medic's pals responded by asking if he could send John a picture of *his* junk. And I gave him my phone. He did the deed and together the group of us convinced John that I was a Pre-Op tranny. Haha!
Following my weird date last week and the aforementioned behaviour of a DB, I decided to stop dating for the remainder of the year and focus on other things. Work reports are intense and there are four corporate events coming up quick. Pals are also planning holiday parties and I also joined a boot camp to shake up my workouts in preparing for my next surf adventure in Feb.
Of course, this meant that three days after my self-made pact, a cutie on the subway platform smiled at me. I smiled back. He cleverly initiated a conversation and we chatted for about 15 minutes, getting on and off at the same stops. Then he asked for my number. I was befuddled. He looked too young. I'd say 23. But he was so nice and charming. And I failed to mentioned how I was in my weekend cozies. I was certainly not dressed up and yet he found me attractive in my effortless outfit.
UPDATE - We met up Thursday and he expected to get some. Haha what an idiot. Good riddance!
It was a super fun day, six hours of wandering from booth to booth looking at body jewelry, pasties, panties, dildos, lube, vibrators, chocolate, books and more toys. And a guy, John, I was starting to get to know and potentially date, decided to text me a picture of his junk. Ugh.
I figure we were in the right element to ask The Medic and his pals why guys bother sending pics of their junk to chicks. It's not sexy. At all.
One of The Medic's pals responded by asking if he could send John a picture of *his* junk. And I gave him my phone. He did the deed and together the group of us convinced John that I was a Pre-Op tranny. Haha!
Following my weird date last week and the aforementioned behaviour of a DB, I decided to stop dating for the remainder of the year and focus on other things. Work reports are intense and there are four corporate events coming up quick. Pals are also planning holiday parties and I also joined a boot camp to shake up my workouts in preparing for my next surf adventure in Feb.
Of course, this meant that three days after my self-made pact, a cutie on the subway platform smiled at me. I smiled back. He cleverly initiated a conversation and we chatted for about 15 minutes, getting on and off at the same stops. Then he asked for my number. I was befuddled. He looked too young. I'd say 23. But he was so nice and charming. And I failed to mentioned how I was in my weekend cozies. I was certainly not dressed up and yet he found me attractive in my effortless outfit.
UPDATE - We met up Thursday and he expected to get some. Haha what an idiot. Good riddance!
Monday, November 5, 2012
Keys points of the Friday Night Date
1. He was 45 minutes late. He called to let me know, but still - seriously?
2. When we found a Green P he asked if I had coins. He didn't have any to pay the machine with. They take credit cards too, but he obviously didn't have one on him. Then he asked if I had coin. I didn't. I did have a credit card, but didn't tell him. Minus points for being so unprepared.
3. We left the Green P and drove around in circles for 20 minutes around Little Italy looking for a parking spot. Finally found one a 10 minute walk away. It was freezing out and he had no scarf or gloves and kept complaining.
4. He drives a Miata. There is no radio in it so we were listening to music on his iPhone. Lame. It's such a low car. I hate it. On the plus side though, it was clean.
5. We go to this bar called Souz Dal. It was a nice place - great tunes. We had fun chatting. But I couldn't stop staring at the tooth that was missing. Third tooth to the left of his front tooth. His pictures online sure didn't show that. Did he not think I would notice? And no, he is not a Hockey player. I didn't ask about it.
6. He downed his martini in two sips. He only had two of them. Thank God.
7. We actually had good decent conversation. He kept bringing up how his ex's mistreated him, which I thought was strange. He is cute, but I couldn't get over the tooth thing.
8. He drove me home. Walked me to the building entrance. Did not presume he was coming in. Great kisser...
9. ...But then he buried his head in my shoulder and cried a bit while I ran my hand up and down the back of his neck.
10. The next day he called me and during our conversation he confirmed what I predicted - He lives WITH HIS PARENTS.
FAAACK.
2. When we found a Green P he asked if I had coins. He didn't have any to pay the machine with. They take credit cards too, but he obviously didn't have one on him. Then he asked if I had coin. I didn't. I did have a credit card, but didn't tell him. Minus points for being so unprepared.
3. We left the Green P and drove around in circles for 20 minutes around Little Italy looking for a parking spot. Finally found one a 10 minute walk away. It was freezing out and he had no scarf or gloves and kept complaining.
4. He drives a Miata. There is no radio in it so we were listening to music on his iPhone. Lame. It's such a low car. I hate it. On the plus side though, it was clean.
5. We go to this bar called Souz Dal. It was a nice place - great tunes. We had fun chatting. But I couldn't stop staring at the tooth that was missing. Third tooth to the left of his front tooth. His pictures online sure didn't show that. Did he not think I would notice? And no, he is not a Hockey player. I didn't ask about it.
6. He downed his martini in two sips. He only had two of them. Thank God.
7. We actually had good decent conversation. He kept bringing up how his ex's mistreated him, which I thought was strange. He is cute, but I couldn't get over the tooth thing.
8. He drove me home. Walked me to the building entrance. Did not presume he was coming in. Great kisser...
9. ...But then he buried his head in my shoulder and cried a bit while I ran my hand up and down the back of his neck.
10. The next day he called me and during our conversation he confirmed what I predicted - He lives WITH HIS PARENTS.
FAAACK.
Wednesday, October 31, 2012
Blessed Samhain and Happy Halloween!
This weekend I went to a super cool Halloween house party. A lot of people were speaking Hebrew (my date was Jewish and loads of his friends are too), so I was a bit lost as to what they were saying. Still the music was good and the costumes were creative and fun. I danced the night away and still had the energy for a zumba class the next day and dinner with the fam.
I haven't posted this month because I've been so busy! Work is nuts - it's our fiscal year end today actually. Dating has been busy too. Meeting lots of good people and not so good people. No one for me yet, but I'm having fun being out there. I have also been frightfully busy with birthday dinners, lunch catch-up's and drinks with pals after work. And gymning, of course, to make up for all that eating. I'm actually at the lowest weight I've been in the past 5 years, so I am feeling pretty damn awesome!
So of course earlier this week I indulged in Reese peanut butter cups - 5 of them! Oh man, so delish.
The Medic and I are going to work out tonight, then he is making us chicken pot pie for dinner. I'm going to pick up a cherry pie for dessert to keep with the pie theme. Speaking of medic's, my Jewish Halloween date is also a medic. And I have started to get to know another guy who was also in the Canadian army like The Medic.
Hmm... I am noticing a theme.
I have a thing for medics and/or army guys. Why is that? I like to think they tend to be more loyal and honest - well the Canadian army guys are. Judging from experience, the US Marine guys are far from honest, but hey - perhaps that's the rub and why the Americans think Canadians are pussy's.
Now that I think of it, the Jewish guy was in the Israeli army. No idea how that fits in to everything.
Get Down Moses
The past couple weeks have been really busy! Lots or socializing and meeting new people. It's been an amazing ride. And an eye-opening one too.
Friday, October 5, 2012
Our day will come
Will it be John? Sebastian? David? The Medic?
Only time will tell.
But our day will come. :)
Thursday, October 4, 2012
I'm a Certified Sexy Beast
I didn't think it was possible to be certified for that sort of thing. Clearly I was wrong!
I recently attended a Fast Life speed dating event. Today I received an email of my matches and along came this little notification. Apparently, over 70% of the dudes at the event selected YES! to date, upon meeting fabulous moi!
Now, there was only 16 guys. 70% would mean 11 dudes. So in order to get this wonderful acknowledgement of my sexiness, at least 12 men had to select me. Which is quite flattering, I must say.
However, I must admit, despite being so adored, I didn't feel a connection with anyone there. Which again poses the problem of dating.
It's easy to get sidetracked when so many people are vying for your attention.
But I am not going to complain. How can I? It's the best kind of problem to have. :)
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