Eating weekend

Spent most of the weekend eating it seems.

Had me some tacos de res y lengua por almuerzo ayer. I had some beef and tongue tacos for lunch yesterday. Sooooooo delicious!!!

Linda treated us to a buffet at a casino with her comps points. We dined on steak, lobster, and king crab legs, as well as blue cheese macaroni and cheese, which was delicious (coming from a person who doesn't like blue cheese). Love me some steak and crab.

Made Mexican spaghetti for lunch- a friend does this- he takes a jar of spaghetti, adds cooked chorizo, then simmers the chorizo in Dos Equis. Then he adds only the chorizo to the sauce and discards the beer. He adds onions and garlic. It is quite good and gives the spaghetti a definite zing.

After lunch I did manage a gym workout.

Linda also won tickets to a hockey game and she had a suite courtesy of the casino. She invited my sister and I to go along. We dined on shrimp, pizza, spinach and artichoke dip, macaroni and cheese, and guacamole dip. Fun game. I have to wonder what the Ontario Reign were doing in the last 2 minutes of the game. The goalie was nonexistent, and that was disappointing. Enjoyed the game and hanging out in the suite. I was really into the game. I was yelling at the players, watching the fights that the Idaho teams started. There were 2 fights in the first period that the Idaho team started over things like the Reign player having a hockey stick in their way and in another instance bumping into a member of the other team.

On the way home I was involved in a really small chain reaction accident. I was stopped, as were the several cars in front of me as we try to make the transition from the 10 east to the 15south. Not sure why the cars were stopping- unless they were trying to read the sign about the offramp being closed on the 5th and 6th of February. Anyways, I am stopped for a good 10-15 seconds, I check my rearview and said out loud to my sis that the cars behind us are going awfully fast, and I hope they stop. The man in the Corolla behind me barely stopped in time. The man in the car behind him didn't stop. I sat in my mirror watching this, and when I saw he was getting close told my sister to "hold on." I put my foot down on the brake. I sat watching my rearview mirror as I was rear-ended. My sister yelled out "what the?!" I am glad and thankful I knew it was coming so I could hold my foot down on the brake and brace myself. We were probably hit at between 10-20mph. AMAZINGLY THERE WAS NO DAMAGE TO MY CAR. I WAS AMAZED, AND SO THANKFUL. It was hard enough that there was a possibility, as evidenced by the Corolla. Anyways, we get out, exchange info, and go through that spiel. I do have to say my car held up VERY well even though it was a really small fender bender. I was the only one with no damage. Just a small scuff that can be buffed out I'm pretty sure. Of course Linda said to call and let her know we got home safe- I did. We did get home safe. I left those other details out. Of course my sister was on the phone with my parents within seconds of the fender bender letting them know, worrying them, when it was just a simple thing. No complaints. My car made it out safe. I am safe. I am thankful I saw the accident happening to prepare.

You can't make this shit up

I don't know what better to call this post than that. I was hesitant to blog about this because it was just so crazy. I felt like I'd be judged/criticized for my handling. I felt that I did something wrong. I felt that you, my readers, would probably not believe me because I do have some of the strangest instances with men. You may begin to think I'm some adonis, and I'm far from that. I'm at the point where I just need to get it off my chest since it has been in my mind a couple days.

This happened Wednesday night. Unwanted attention. I go to the mall after work to hang out before class and browse. I go to one of the huge malls in the area. I go into all the teen/young adult stores (Journeys, PacSun, Abercrombie, Banana Republic, etc.). There is this older latino guy following me, probably in his mid 40s, and he is not cute. He is probably 5'5'', 5'6'', dark brown hair, sort of slicked back, in spikes. He had a bad acne problem. There was also something going on with his face. He had a 2 tone face- 1 side had dark red spots, then the other was abnormally white. Drugs? Skin problem? I don't know. I notice he is following me into some stores. He goes in, hangs around at the front if I'm at the back, etc. etc. I didn't think much of it, because hey, everyone stares from time to time. He didn't go into all the same stores I did. Sometimes as I was walking out, he'd be walking in the same direction as me. I rationalized it that he just happened to be leaving another store because it was a mall and stores are right next to each other.

I come out of Banana Republic and go into Calvin Klein. I notice at this time he had been going in an opposite direction and coming back toward me. Awkward much? Still, I go into CK and he makes his way back to the clearance where I am. He asks me the most random question, "where do you get your eyebrows done?" I tell him. He asked where it was, for the address, and if I had a phone number. I just said I didn't, but I gave him the name of the place. He needed help up there let me just say. His weren't a mess, but sure, he could use something. Actually, if my eyebrows weren't so large I'd leave them be. Anyways, I don't see anything in clearance, so I go over to the $19.99 CK sweaters. I am looking at those, and I'm up against the display standing. There is a good 3 feet or so where other people, including him can get by. My body is turned in at the display, but this guy, as I see him coming toward me reaches up, puts his arms on my shoulders, and falls into me. I support and hold him up with my weight. I am confused at this time. Why? There was plenty of space to go around. This dude asks me if anyone has ever told me that I'm hot before, and then proceeds to grab my package. I push him away. Before I know it this guy is turned around with his ass up against my dick, grinding up on me. YES. GRINDING. I push him away again and walk out of the store as quickly as I could. I was already stunned. In a mall. So out in the open. So bold. That's all that went through my mind. He must be on drugs is all that I thought.

I make my exit as quick as I could from CK. I pop into JC Penney to use the bathroom before I take off. I walk quickly and don't think anything of it. I go into the bathroom, pull out my equipment, and shortly after he comes in. He makes no effort to restrain himself. He peers over the divider between the urinals and looks at my dick. I continue to piss. He backs up, reaches over, and grabs my penis. Yes. He does. I am at the point of feeling really uncomfortable and violated. I am weirded out. He looks so old in my opinion by this time, really long, wrinkly hands, he has long fingernails (which could be possible coke use), and a black fingernail possibly from a bruise. I am nervous, scared, uncomfortable, and offended. I am on the verge of shutting down. He just grabbed my dick. Where has his hand been? What does he have? I immediately start pushing him. I push him 2-3 times with my arm toward the wall and keep repeating to him "FUCK YOU." He keeps trying to make advances and push me back, so I don't know why, but I slapped his dick. He was long and uncut. I was so weirded out, then weirded out with myself that I touched his thing.

I exit the bathroom as quickly as I can. I don't even bother to zip up my pants. I'm busy pulling up my underwear and zipping up as I walk out. I walk as quick as I can back through the mall to the food court to go to my car. He might have followed me, I don't know. He didn't end up at Subway, which was where I ate for dinner. I was a little weirded out I kind of let my guard down. I guess it was understandable and I was about to shut down. I went to Subway and I use a wet paper towel to wipe my dick down just for my sake. Who knows where his hand was, how many guys he'd done that with, how many that day, etc. etc. etc. I wash my hands thoroughly, too. I am cutting it really close between leaving the mall, eating, and getting to school. I thought about not going to class. I decided I have to go, not just because the professor is such an ass about being late or absent, but I have had bigger obstacles thrown at me, and as always I just put a smile on my face, hide the problem, and head to school.

I had 4 1/2 hours to sit in class and stew over whether or not I did the right thing. I called/texted The Guy, and he was busy, and it was late, so most of my east coast blogger buddies were in bed, or I presumed. I didn't know who to call. I decided to give it a shot, and to call a blog reader. I want to take a moment to thank reader Bruce for talking to me and assuring me I did the right thing. I really was hesitant as to who to call, it was late, but I figured maybe he would be up. I'm so glad and thankful that you took the time to listen to me and reassure me I did the right thing. I just needed that affirmation I did the right thing immediately to put my mind to rest. Thanks Bruce!

My new happy song

Chris Brown - "Forever"

I find myself listening to this in the car, turning the radio up, singing along. It just has a cool sound and light feeling to it making me want to dance.

He's done

I got a text and call from date last week. He asked me if I were free tonight for a date and he asked if we were even talking. I resisted responding at first to give me some time to be civil. I then replied with a generic hi. He asked how I was, and I told him I was alright. He asked how my bird walks were. I told him fine. There was 15 minutes of silence, then I said "listen, I was really bothered by many of the events of last week, and cannot continue. I wish you nothing but the best." He wrote back and asked what I was bothered by. I didn't reply before being bombarded by there were some major red flags about me, but he thought he should look optimistically and give me the benefit of the doubt. I told him I was sorry he felt that way, but I really did not feel I could continue because of my gut feelings. He told me that I should have offered to pay my own on the date (which I did), he told me I shouldn't prey on old guys, and he's sorry we can't be together. Trying to guilt me, but also manipulate me into staying, and feeling guilty. No thanks. He sent another message asking why we don't just fuck. I told him that I wished him nothing but the best, and ended it. I blocked, then removed him from my buddy list, and my phone. I don't know if I handled it well- I suppose I could have told him what bothered me, but I was not in the mood to argue, and something told me it would be a no win situation.

What will it take?

What will it take for me to find a normal, sane guy to date? Why do I keep coming up empty handed? What is it that I lack? These are questions I have asked myself over and over after these failed dates. What is it? Is it some vibe that I give off? I wonder on a different note if it is some vibe I give off to attract all of these crazies. Is it something that I say? Rarely has being out came up on the first date, and I understand that could be a deterrent. Is it something that I do? I have critiqued the date the other night, as I do with every other date to see where it is I go wrong. What is it? I feel that I have so much to give and so much want to spend some time with another individual whom I can date, but it hasn't happened yet. After each date I still feel like such a novice in wondering what I lack to take it to the next step.

Just some thinking out loud...

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On another note, bad date texted me a good morning this morning and asked when we would be getting together this week because he had a proposal for me (and my bedroom) because I mentioned in a conversation that I was trying to figure out what to do. Of course he texted that would mean him coming over. Um. No. Um. I never showed you my bedroom. You will not be coming over. I have no interest in showing you my bedroom. I don't need ideas from a disturbing guy. I hardly think you know what my bedroom needs without ever seeing it- and really don't want your suggestions. I feel kind of bad I never called him and told him I was no longer interested, but um, no, he's not coming over. That's that. Um how weird is it to text a guy that you went on 1 date and haven't heard from them in a week, and invite himself, and say that he's coming over to your house?

Country/Mexican ties

Downloaded George Strait's new song "El Rey" the other day, which he did a great job on in my opinion, and the background instruments sound really authentic with the mariachi sound. Anyways, I knew I'd heard the song before by Los Tigres del Norte. I remember Karina in my Spanish class last year doing a report on the importance of Los Tigres del Norte, their importance to the term machismo, as well as la frontera, or the border. I remember she printed out lyrics for everyone. But anyways, I knew George Strait wasn't the original singer, so did some research and found multiple people who had performed it. I just knew GS didn't write this. I was thinking the verb conjugations and tenses that he used were for a pretty advanced Spanish speaker, so I had to find out, but still it stuck in my mind that I'd heard it before. I stumbled upon this great article about the fusion between country music and Mexican people that is occurring, as well as how George Strait came upon the song. Rhett Atkins, a country singer from the early 90s, as well as Leann Wommack are all possibly going to record some Spanish songs coming up on future albums. Can't wait to hear more...

Younger date

He was a hottie!!! Throughout the date he reminded me of Spinner from Degrassi as far as body frame and looks. Date had darker hair, though, and a faux-hawk, and his right ear pierced. He sort of has that want to be bad boy look going on.
(Spinner is the blond guy in the video below)


We met at TGI Fridays where we spent a great deal of time talking about work and special ed. He talked about how people often say how gross it is he works with those kids, or how they don't understand. He did the majority of the talking and I could hardly get a word in- a change from when we'd chatted on the phone or internet. We talk about him living in Oklahoma, how he wound up out here. We talked about his family and mine, and outness. A couple times he said he felt really awkward, but I don't know if that was just nervousness or not.

The service was awful at Fridays. 3 waiters said they'd take care of us, and only 1 did. The 1 who did take care of us only got us drinks and brought the check. Oh, and when he brought the check he asked 3-4 times who had the sizzling chicken and who had the steak, and he gave us the wrong checks. We traded, then he mixed the cards up, so even though we straightened it out, I was charged for what I didn't order. Oh well.

After we eat we run outside into the rain and debate what to do. I said movies, but there was nothing I really wanted to see, and he agreed he doesn't like movie dates. I told him the rain sort of took away from things we could do. I was thinking mini golf at the local amusement park that was just down the street. He said we could go back to his place and watch a movie. I follow him back to his place. We watch "Zoolander" and since the heat hasn't kicked on in the house we both lay under our own blankets. Suddenly we are cuddled up next to each other, holding hands, rubbing each others arms, and talking about little stuff like music, how he felt awkward earlier, how we were both so cold, how we were both having a great time, and things like that. As "Zoolander" came to an end he was getting very tired and could hardly stay awake. We called it a night. We hugged and I took off.

Hopefullly there is a 2nd date...
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After the date I went to the big teen hangout and ran into a bunch of people I really didn't care to see. I was there to find 8 books for an annotated bibliography for schooll. I ran into Max's cute friend Jesse, one of The Mike's friends Randall and his girlfriend, a few other guys I've seen at the local gay club. Jesse was checking me out and following me around in the store somewhat. I got everything done and left as quickly as I could.
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I get to the car and get a call from a half drunk Darla asking me where I was and that she and Eddy had been drinking for hours already. I told them I was on my way, despite being very tired at this point. Oh well, it was only 8p.m. I am at the Mexican food place within 10 minutes, ordering a house margarita, which was pretty darn good. Lots of good stories. Told all of them including Eddy about my date, but he still seemed in shock and kept referring to my date as "she." Starbucks afterward where they were all pretty much tired. Then to Eddy's to watch an episode of Law and Order. All of this before midnight.
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Sunday Update: Date just wants to be friends, but that's ok.