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

Dig this tune!

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.

Our day will come

Will it be John? Sebastian? David? The Medic?

Only time will tell.

But our day will come. :)

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. :)

More Ink!

Indeedy, more ink is coming.

I know the shop. It's perfect. Clean and the artists are amazing.
Decided to push the consultation back to November because I have too many ideas flowing through my head. And colours! Oh my. Little pieces of paper with all the sketches are decorating the floor of my bedroom. I find the best time to brainstorm is right before bed.

When I need a break from work, I will look up good images and pin loads of cool ideas (and just awesome ink in general) to my Pinterest page.

I have one huge piece, an addition to the ones I have and another little one in mind. It's all going to cost around 2k, but it'll be so worth it. :)

Plus, I've spend larger amounts on hair extensions. Ha!

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When a man forces himself upon you...

I found his note from September 2011 when a supposed friend forced himself upon me after a fun house party.

i wanted to let you know that i keep replaying last night in my head.
i was acting like a jerk and i wish i could take everything back. i
wish there was something that i could say or do to make it all ok but
there isn't. i crossed a line that never should have been crossed and
you have no idea how much i regret it.
i don't want to make you feel any more awkward than you already do. i
won't bother you again this weekend. i hope you call me before you
leave but i will understand if you don't want to. don't feel pressured
to call if you don't feel comfortable with it, i know you need your
space after the other night.
i hope you have a good time tonight and i hope you know that i'm still
your friend. i'm sorry for what happened. if you can find it in
yourself to forgive me, i can promise you that nothing like that will
ever happen again.

Here was my response:

I'm glad you regret what you did, yet at the same time I wish you didn't have to regret anything and just acted as respectfully toward me as you should have.

Saying sorry is very different than showing a person how sorry you are. Your words are empty without actions to follow anything up. I don't feel you truly understand how terrible you made me feel.

I'm positive that I didn't lead you to think anything sexual was going to happen. I feel betrayed by you as I made the decision to come to Montreal after you persistently pointed it out that I needed to visit - that we had to go have fun on your turf. Your behaviour is forgivable in time, but still reprimand-able. You showed no respect for me and only thought about your needs and wants. Being drunk is not an excuse. I had a fair amount of liquor myself and still repetitively said no - with different reasons no less. I was uncomfortable about staying the night, but figured I had no where else to go at the moment and I would sort it out in the morning. And what killed it for me was you didn't seem to recollect what you did until I started to visibly appear upset.

Then I had to spend more of my money on a hotel because I sure as hell wasn't going to show up at my aunt's place - crying - about how my 'friend' couldn't take 'no' for an answer. $500 for a car and $250 for a hotel. How could I have fun after what you did? You stole my weekend. I didn't get to go to that party. There goes another $100 for tickets. Coming to Montreal was an expensive mistake.

Thankfully, it turned around and I made the most of Saturday and drove home Sunday. My pockets are quite empty, but at least I have my self-respect. Something you clearly need to work on.

You may still want to be my friend, but I can't see why. You clearly don't respect me and put your own needs before my own.

I said what I needed to say Saturday morning to make the rest of my morning with you as comfortable as possible, so I said what you wanted to hear - how everything would be fine and we would still be friends. In reality, that's not possible.

Best of luck to you.