Gonzo thinks I'm the biggest player. I was texting her last night and she was telling me how I refuse to settle down and I'm just out dating anyone and everyone. I told her about Greg and Mike. I am not trying to be a player and don't think I am. I am merely dating, which is a normal thing to do.
I get a message from a guy named Christian on connexion tonight about 3p.m. He doesn't have any pictures. He lives near Victoria Gardens, is 23, Puerto Rican, and 5'11''. He left a vague message, but we sent a few messages back to each other. What do you like? What do you do for a living? What are your stats? He is still at work, so he tells me I'll get pics when he gets home. By now we're chatting through his personal e-mail, which allowed me to search for his e-mail on myspace, facebook, and google him. I found him on facebook. I had his first and last name, so I checked him out and he seemed ok. A frat guy from a local private university.
A few e-mails back and forth, then we're chatting on AIM about jobs, school, work, family, and friends. Then he tells me that he is interested in taking it farther. He asks if I want to meet up tonight or tomorrow. It was nearly 8p.m. He had just got home from work at 7p.m. and had shown me his pics. He, as I said was 5'11''; 150lbs; Puerto Rican, looks on the black side, which is not really my type, but I'm not one to discriminate; sexy glasses, pierced ears, and a nice skinny build. We talked about where to meet. He said he was bad with decisions. I asked "coffee or smoothies." He chose coffee. I asked "Starbucks, Coffee Bean, or Gloria Jean." He was hung up on the fact I mentioned Gloria Jean. I said I had to throw that in because it rhymed with Coffee Bean. He called me a nerd. Then he asked where to meet. Between his house and my house there is no real halfway point. We decided to meet at the Starbucks outside of Ontario Mills at 9p.m.
I start on my way and get 8 miles into my trip only to realize I had to reset my cell phone and his phone number was no longer stored. For everything being so spontaneous and this meet I was worried. I said forget it and continued on. I made it in good time. I got there right at 9. I had AIM on my phone on in case he was online so he could send me his number. He wasn't. That was ok.
I get to Starbucks and I wait in my car for a second. I don't see him in any cars in the parking lot and I see a bunch of women in Starbucks. I walk up and put my jacket on. I see a guy in a white long sleeve Hollister buttondown shirt, blue vintage blue jeans sitting in the corner with a cup of coffee. I go in, introduce myself, then grab coffee. In the meantime he is thumbing around on his Blackberry.
I join him and sit down. We start talking about cell phones since I ask him if he is one of those addicted to his phone. We talk about iPhones, which spurs how I'm into technology, playing around on the computer, and the appeal of new gadgets and toys. He isn't really into computers and all of that stuff, but was fascinated that I am. He talked of his old roommate who was just like that. We talk about computers and Macs. We talk about school. He majored in Government and music. He worked in DC for a year, a local mayor, and now for another powerful politician. We talked about classes and things like that. He was asking most of the questions, but near the end I began asking the questions. I asked about friends and work. He takes the Metrolink to commute to LA, so that was an interesting conversation.
Starbucks closed at 10 and so we got up to walk out. We talked about how we enjoyed each others company and to text, call, or e-mail each other in the future. I said that sounds good. We shake hands and say goodbye. I get a text about 25 minutes after I left thanking me for the night and that we need to hang out again soon. I tell him likewise and joke about him and his text addiction.
So I guess now I'll shoot him some texts tomorrow. Maybe a good morning text? He is a hottie.
Monday, November 10, 2008
Friday, November 7, 2008
Ironed out some issues
The Guy and I chatted this morning about 7:30a.m. as he was driving into work. I had a tough night last night because of some "friend" issues and just my anxiety in general. Then we talked to each other this afternoon as I was in line at Chipotle trying to order my burrito. We texted this afternoon, then called, and decided we would hang out.
I get over to his place, walk in, and yell "HELLO!" Nobody responds, the dog doesn't come running. I think oh, they're in the office. I go in and see that wasn't the case. The Guy was laying on the bed and so was the dog. I pet the dog, set down The Guy's Macbook Air in the office, then come back and visit. I sit on the side of the bed with him and the dog and we talk. I told him about the friend issue again- thinking someone was your friend only to have them turn around, backstab you, and the trust issues. The Guy and I had talked earlier about how this person being older was able and in a position to do that. I thanked him for not being like that and how we are pretty equal in terms of our friendship.
The Guy says he doesn't want to sleep all evening, then not be able to sleep at night, so we get up. I had texted him twice telling him I had a case of the hungries and he didn't reply. He asks if I wanted some pasta he made. I said I did. He asked if I liked peppers, knowing how I don't like vegetables, didn't know if I didn't like peppers. I reminded him of the fajitas. I reminded him of our veggie convo. I do. He bought some red bell peppers, used some of the bruschetta from Halloween, sausage, olive oil, and pasta to create a delicious concoction. It was light, yet filling. The Guy dished me out a "Mike-sized portion." I don't know if I've mentioned it before, but we call the sensible portions I eat "Mike-sized portions."
We go over to the living room to eat it and turn on some "Last Holiday." It was just beginning, so we sit, watch it, and talk. He tells me about how he thinks Palin stands a good chance in 2012 and it scares him. We talked about how she is a typical American who doesn't know things like who is in NAFTA. He told me things are going well with him and Josh. They like to kiss alot. They've kissed, stared into each other's eyes, and things like that. Josh and The Guy grabbed a bite to eat today, they held hands in the car and both are becoming more affectionate with each other. He asked if I was ok with him telling all of this and I said yes. He told me about Vegas. He is taking Josh to see "Phantom of the Opera" in Vegas for his birthday, which turned into The Guy making elaborate plans like dinner reservations at some sushi restaurant in the Bellagio that Josh likes, then Sunday morning massages. It'll be a 24 hour trip. I said Josh was a really lucky guy and he smiled and thanked me for saying that.
The Guy and I talk about some of the dates I've had and how I seem really discouraged. I had talked to him this morning about how it is always the same guys over and over on things like connexion. I think there are more quality guys, but none that pique my interest. He told me how much personal growth I've had over the past 6 months to a year and how I am discouraged, but how it is good. He told me and asked if I wanted him to stop talking because I looked like I was going to cry. I was fine and told him to continue. We talked about how I should move/could move and that would be great. He recommended San Diego, talking about how all of the guys are so down to earth, how there are so many quality guys. There's so many bars- gay country bars etc. He said that he should take me just for the experience and so I can see and reaffirm there are other guys out there. He said we could take Zach and Jeff possibly, and that would make a good group. I said "well, we should do that for my birthday." He said January could work and that would be a good time. I said "let's do that." I'm going to hold him to that. That would truly make my birthday to have a little couple hour getaway, dinner out, get to go out a club with a friend, it sounds fun. I'm going to mention it in the future when appropriate just to remind him. I felt like this was the perfect opportunity because I was bothered- he's taking Josh to Vegas, where is he taking me? San Diego is a TON of fun and getting to explore the bars with him will be a lot of fun.
In the last 20 minutes of "Last Holiday," The Guy complains his house is dirty. I said it wasn't because honestly, it wasn't. Dishes and clothes aren't everywhere. He goes in and loads the dishwasher. I ask if he needs help and he says no. I keep asking if he wants help as he does other tasks. He gets out the Pledge and cleans all of the electronics and bookcases in the living room. He runs a load of laundry and feels better. He runs around doing little chores while we sit and watch 2 episodes of "Sex and the City," which I had never seen. I enjoyed them and we got some good laughs out of that.
We call it a night at 9p.m. and that is great. Now I'm ready for bed at 10:30- my usual time.
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Oh, and since I mentioned my midterms earlier in the week I guess I'll let you guys know how that went since I'm all about tying up loose ends today and updating everyone (Kaiser, the dates, etc.).
- I'm convinced in my Spanish lit class as long as you can write a complete sentence, whether or not it deals with the topic you'll get an "A." Case in point- the prompt on this midterm was "describe the importance of a double text." This was one of those one-liner's in the book and I remember it because it was in bold. But what was it? Was this like double meanings? Who knows. I just wrote that there is an author and characters. The author creates the characters to explain a moral or lesson. The professor wrote "BIEN!" at the top of my paper and gave me a 100/100. The girl next to me wrote "Me gusta Caprerucita" and wrote a couple sentences about liking Little Red Riding Hod and also got 100/100. She got a "BIEN" on her paper also.
- The curb on the linguistics test was pretty large. It was 61 questions. The class average was a 33/61. I was very worried because what was in the book, what he talked about in class, and what was on the test were 3 totally different things. I figured I got a D or C. I got a 37/61. The curb however was strange. 45-56 was an A, and only 5 people received A's. 40-45 was a B+ To get a B- you had to have 30-39. One person got 29 and that was a C+. My teacher said because it was 50% of our grade nobody would fail, so he had a strange curb. So how did I do? 37/61, or a B-.
- I find out about Anthropology on Monday. I felt pretty confident about that. I'm expecting 80% or better.
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I got an e-mail from a reader about the erroneous grammar and spelling in my last entry about Kaiser. I know- I re-read it and realized how bad it was. I never proofread or go back for spelling errors unless my Mac catches it. I write so much and sometimes my posts take a while to write. For me the posts are a documentation of my life, so I want to have a record more than anything; but I know and apologize for it being hard to read.
I get over to his place, walk in, and yell "HELLO!" Nobody responds, the dog doesn't come running. I think oh, they're in the office. I go in and see that wasn't the case. The Guy was laying on the bed and so was the dog. I pet the dog, set down The Guy's Macbook Air in the office, then come back and visit. I sit on the side of the bed with him and the dog and we talk. I told him about the friend issue again- thinking someone was your friend only to have them turn around, backstab you, and the trust issues. The Guy and I had talked earlier about how this person being older was able and in a position to do that. I thanked him for not being like that and how we are pretty equal in terms of our friendship.
The Guy says he doesn't want to sleep all evening, then not be able to sleep at night, so we get up. I had texted him twice telling him I had a case of the hungries and he didn't reply. He asks if I wanted some pasta he made. I said I did. He asked if I liked peppers, knowing how I don't like vegetables, didn't know if I didn't like peppers. I reminded him of the fajitas. I reminded him of our veggie convo. I do. He bought some red bell peppers, used some of the bruschetta from Halloween, sausage, olive oil, and pasta to create a delicious concoction. It was light, yet filling. The Guy dished me out a "Mike-sized portion." I don't know if I've mentioned it before, but we call the sensible portions I eat "Mike-sized portions."
We go over to the living room to eat it and turn on some "Last Holiday." It was just beginning, so we sit, watch it, and talk. He tells me about how he thinks Palin stands a good chance in 2012 and it scares him. We talked about how she is a typical American who doesn't know things like who is in NAFTA. He told me things are going well with him and Josh. They like to kiss alot. They've kissed, stared into each other's eyes, and things like that. Josh and The Guy grabbed a bite to eat today, they held hands in the car and both are becoming more affectionate with each other. He asked if I was ok with him telling all of this and I said yes. He told me about Vegas. He is taking Josh to see "Phantom of the Opera" in Vegas for his birthday, which turned into The Guy making elaborate plans like dinner reservations at some sushi restaurant in the Bellagio that Josh likes, then Sunday morning massages. It'll be a 24 hour trip. I said Josh was a really lucky guy and he smiled and thanked me for saying that.
The Guy and I talk about some of the dates I've had and how I seem really discouraged. I had talked to him this morning about how it is always the same guys over and over on things like connexion. I think there are more quality guys, but none that pique my interest. He told me how much personal growth I've had over the past 6 months to a year and how I am discouraged, but how it is good. He told me and asked if I wanted him to stop talking because I looked like I was going to cry. I was fine and told him to continue. We talked about how I should move/could move and that would be great. He recommended San Diego, talking about how all of the guys are so down to earth, how there are so many quality guys. There's so many bars- gay country bars etc. He said that he should take me just for the experience and so I can see and reaffirm there are other guys out there. He said we could take Zach and Jeff possibly, and that would make a good group. I said "well, we should do that for my birthday." He said January could work and that would be a good time. I said "let's do that." I'm going to hold him to that. That would truly make my birthday to have a little couple hour getaway, dinner out, get to go out a club with a friend, it sounds fun. I'm going to mention it in the future when appropriate just to remind him. I felt like this was the perfect opportunity because I was bothered- he's taking Josh to Vegas, where is he taking me? San Diego is a TON of fun and getting to explore the bars with him will be a lot of fun.
In the last 20 minutes of "Last Holiday," The Guy complains his house is dirty. I said it wasn't because honestly, it wasn't. Dishes and clothes aren't everywhere. He goes in and loads the dishwasher. I ask if he needs help and he says no. I keep asking if he wants help as he does other tasks. He gets out the Pledge and cleans all of the electronics and bookcases in the living room. He runs a load of laundry and feels better. He runs around doing little chores while we sit and watch 2 episodes of "Sex and the City," which I had never seen. I enjoyed them and we got some good laughs out of that.
We call it a night at 9p.m. and that is great. Now I'm ready for bed at 10:30- my usual time.
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Oh, and since I mentioned my midterms earlier in the week I guess I'll let you guys know how that went since I'm all about tying up loose ends today and updating everyone (Kaiser, the dates, etc.).
- I'm convinced in my Spanish lit class as long as you can write a complete sentence, whether or not it deals with the topic you'll get an "A." Case in point- the prompt on this midterm was "describe the importance of a double text." This was one of those one-liner's in the book and I remember it because it was in bold. But what was it? Was this like double meanings? Who knows. I just wrote that there is an author and characters. The author creates the characters to explain a moral or lesson. The professor wrote "BIEN!" at the top of my paper and gave me a 100/100. The girl next to me wrote "Me gusta Caprerucita" and wrote a couple sentences about liking Little Red Riding Hod and also got 100/100. She got a "BIEN" on her paper also.
- The curb on the linguistics test was pretty large. It was 61 questions. The class average was a 33/61. I was very worried because what was in the book, what he talked about in class, and what was on the test were 3 totally different things. I figured I got a D or C. I got a 37/61. The curb however was strange. 45-56 was an A, and only 5 people received A's. 40-45 was a B+ To get a B- you had to have 30-39. One person got 29 and that was a C+. My teacher said because it was 50% of our grade nobody would fail, so he had a strange curb. So how did I do? 37/61, or a B-.
- I find out about Anthropology on Monday. I felt pretty confident about that. I'm expecting 80% or better.
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I got an e-mail from a reader about the erroneous grammar and spelling in my last entry about Kaiser. I know- I re-read it and realized how bad it was. I never proofread or go back for spelling errors unless my Mac catches it. I write so much and sometimes my posts take a while to write. For me the posts are a documentation of my life, so I want to have a record more than anything; but I know and apologize for it being hard to read.
You don't mess with Mike Pt. 2
I had to get my allergy shots yesterday. If you think it couldn't have gotten any worse, from my last post, it did. It took 90 minutes, an hour and a half. I get to Kaiser at 3:30 right after my dad and we check in. 15, 20, 30, 45, and 60 minutes roll around. We were told by Ms. Timmie to go sit down when we inquired why we weren't called after 30 minutes and neither had anyone else. It is 4p.m. and my mom arrives. After 70 minutes my dad was called. He was not happy and went down to Member Services to complain. I waited another 20 minutes and was finally called. NOT ONE PERSON WAS CALLED IN THE MEANTIME.
I get in there and another nurse, who I haven't mentioned was giving shots. Timmie had disappeared and I think she did so intentionally. Vickie called me and thanked me for being so patient and told me that the reason it took so long for me to get my shot today was that there is a new system where you book an appointment to get an allergy shot. I told her that's not going to work for me and I was not about to make an appointment, especially when HER service (I meant allergy, but wanted to make it personal) has declined and everyone has become so rude, it is not about the customer anymore. She said I agree. 70 minutes after arriving, at 5:20 (20 minutes after me) my mom was called. There were 4-5 people who arrived after my mom- who knows when they were called. Allergy closed at 4:30, or was supposed to.
After everyone has our shots we go to dinner at Carrows. We talk about how disgusted we are. My dad receives a call from the head of the Allergy/Dermatology Dept. at 6p.m. She was contacted on her cell phone about the poor service and she wants to assure us the new appointment system where you have to schedule your appointment weeks in advance will be so beneficial. We get shots every week at 4:00 on Thursday at their busiest time, is this going to work? Think we're going to be able to get an appointment? My dad argued with her for 30 minutes and didn't get anywhere. My dad handled everything the best he could given the circumstances.
Now here's what I did. I called and left a voicemail on this Georgina's phone, she is the head of the Allergy/Dermatology Dept. at 8:30a.m. this morning when Kaiser Allergy/Dermatology opens. On my way to school this morning about 9:30 I call Kaiser's 800 number and asked to speak to Member's Services. I was transferred to some lady named Jessie from who knows what Kaiser or if it is some centralized office. She said she would forward my complaint to the Allergy Dept. I called back right after I did this and asked to speak to Dr. Lai. Dr. Lai never answers her phone, so I left a message telling her about my displeasure. By 12p.m. I hadn't received a call back from Georgina yet. I decided I could be even meaner. I call and ask who Georgina's boss is. I said I had called several times asking to speak to her and had never received a call back. Georgina's boss Dave comes on the line within 5 minutes and I harped on how that is not good customer service to not follow up to a complaint. He agreed and thanked me for taking the time to go up the hierarchy.
Georgina calls me at 12:30 and says she was "soooooooo sorry to hear about everything." She talked about how she has overseen this operation and she knows it works. She was the one who chose to implement it. Every point I could I interrupted her. I told her making an appointment, the new system is not feasible for commuters. I explained how I commute 30 miles to get my shot. I do. I work 30 miles away on Thursday's. She finally conceded and she said "well, this is for the retirees who come." I said "retirees? How many do you see waiting in the waiting room? It is not- it is commuters." She said "well, I'm hiring extra nurses to work with allergy." I said that's not going to help because the majority of the people who come, like myself, are commuters. There is something called TRAFFIC. I may arrive at 3:30, 3:45, 4p.m., etc. Only having a 15 minute window in which I can get my shot is not feasible. She said she was really sorry. I said that's not acceptable. She said this 15 minutes gives the nurses time to prepare the antigen because she is a mathematical person, to which I added "My ass." Anyways, she's a mathematical person, has used a timer, and determined it takes 15 minutes to prepare each patient's antigen. The nurse is able to focus, look 3 times to see they have prepared the right antigen, and then check you in. I said that it was never like that before- there are photos on our charts AND in the computer of who we are, and there is a small identical photo on our shot antigen, so there is no issue there. She said this is her new way she has created to ensure things will work smoothly. I said it is more inefficient, the quality of care has declined, and the nurses are downright rude. I mentioned my incident last month where Ms. Timmie chased me down. She said she was appauled and has received complaints about a "dominant nurse." She said that Timmie will be spoken to.
Anyways, finally after 30 minutes of arguing she let me know that the appointment thing, especially after yesterday is not going to work. She has a new plan to create a more intimate setting. The door on the allergy injection room will be closed. When everyone arrives they will be given a little carnival style ticket, or raffle ticket, and we'll be called based on the order of that.The nurse will then have 10 minutes to prepare each antigen for each patient. The nurses will then have 5 minutes to spend with us. I said again, that is inefficient. Giving us a raffle ticket means the receptionist will have to walk into the allergy injection room, set the ticket down, given that it is a small ticket could easily be lost, which would result in further inefficiency. The walkup method is simply more efficient and it works. She told me to try it out a week. I said I will, but I am not going to go back to her. I told her I spoke to her boss earlier and I plan to do it again. I'm going to go back to Dave, her boss, if it is not faster to get an allergy shot. I have Dave's direct line.
So now I'm waiting for next week when I get my ticket...
I get in there and another nurse, who I haven't mentioned was giving shots. Timmie had disappeared and I think she did so intentionally. Vickie called me and thanked me for being so patient and told me that the reason it took so long for me to get my shot today was that there is a new system where you book an appointment to get an allergy shot. I told her that's not going to work for me and I was not about to make an appointment, especially when HER service (I meant allergy, but wanted to make it personal) has declined and everyone has become so rude, it is not about the customer anymore. She said I agree. 70 minutes after arriving, at 5:20 (20 minutes after me) my mom was called. There were 4-5 people who arrived after my mom- who knows when they were called. Allergy closed at 4:30, or was supposed to.
After everyone has our shots we go to dinner at Carrows. We talk about how disgusted we are. My dad receives a call from the head of the Allergy/Dermatology Dept. at 6p.m. She was contacted on her cell phone about the poor service and she wants to assure us the new appointment system where you have to schedule your appointment weeks in advance will be so beneficial. We get shots every week at 4:00 on Thursday at their busiest time, is this going to work? Think we're going to be able to get an appointment? My dad argued with her for 30 minutes and didn't get anywhere. My dad handled everything the best he could given the circumstances.
Now here's what I did. I called and left a voicemail on this Georgina's phone, she is the head of the Allergy/Dermatology Dept. at 8:30a.m. this morning when Kaiser Allergy/Dermatology opens. On my way to school this morning about 9:30 I call Kaiser's 800 number and asked to speak to Member's Services. I was transferred to some lady named Jessie from who knows what Kaiser or if it is some centralized office. She said she would forward my complaint to the Allergy Dept. I called back right after I did this and asked to speak to Dr. Lai. Dr. Lai never answers her phone, so I left a message telling her about my displeasure. By 12p.m. I hadn't received a call back from Georgina yet. I decided I could be even meaner. I call and ask who Georgina's boss is. I said I had called several times asking to speak to her and had never received a call back. Georgina's boss Dave comes on the line within 5 minutes and I harped on how that is not good customer service to not follow up to a complaint. He agreed and thanked me for taking the time to go up the hierarchy.
Georgina calls me at 12:30 and says she was "soooooooo sorry to hear about everything." She talked about how she has overseen this operation and she knows it works. She was the one who chose to implement it. Every point I could I interrupted her. I told her making an appointment, the new system is not feasible for commuters. I explained how I commute 30 miles to get my shot. I do. I work 30 miles away on Thursday's. She finally conceded and she said "well, this is for the retirees who come." I said "retirees? How many do you see waiting in the waiting room? It is not- it is commuters." She said "well, I'm hiring extra nurses to work with allergy." I said that's not going to help because the majority of the people who come, like myself, are commuters. There is something called TRAFFIC. I may arrive at 3:30, 3:45, 4p.m., etc. Only having a 15 minute window in which I can get my shot is not feasible. She said she was really sorry. I said that's not acceptable. She said this 15 minutes gives the nurses time to prepare the antigen because she is a mathematical person, to which I added "My ass." Anyways, she's a mathematical person, has used a timer, and determined it takes 15 minutes to prepare each patient's antigen. The nurse is able to focus, look 3 times to see they have prepared the right antigen, and then check you in. I said that it was never like that before- there are photos on our charts AND in the computer of who we are, and there is a small identical photo on our shot antigen, so there is no issue there. She said this is her new way she has created to ensure things will work smoothly. I said it is more inefficient, the quality of care has declined, and the nurses are downright rude. I mentioned my incident last month where Ms. Timmie chased me down. She said she was appauled and has received complaints about a "dominant nurse." She said that Timmie will be spoken to.
Anyways, finally after 30 minutes of arguing she let me know that the appointment thing, especially after yesterday is not going to work. She has a new plan to create a more intimate setting. The door on the allergy injection room will be closed. When everyone arrives they will be given a little carnival style ticket, or raffle ticket, and we'll be called based on the order of that.The nurse will then have 10 minutes to prepare each antigen for each patient. The nurses will then have 5 minutes to spend with us. I said again, that is inefficient. Giving us a raffle ticket means the receptionist will have to walk into the allergy injection room, set the ticket down, given that it is a small ticket could easily be lost, which would result in further inefficiency. The walkup method is simply more efficient and it works. She told me to try it out a week. I said I will, but I am not going to go back to her. I told her I spoke to her boss earlier and I plan to do it again. I'm going to go back to Dave, her boss, if it is not faster to get an allergy shot. I have Dave's direct line.
So now I'm waiting for next week when I get my ticket...
Date updates
Greg and I are over- not that it was that we were a couple, but it was like we had taken it to the next step or were about to. Not sure what happened. He deleted me from his connexion page and seemed to avoid me on Yahoo messenger this week. Not a problem. It was at the point I was feeling like I was falling for him, so it is ok.
Date #2, Mike and I are just "friends." We chat on the phone once every week or so and may hang out, but nothing will go beyond that.
Date #2, Mike and I are just "friends." We chat on the phone once every week or so and may hang out, but nothing will go beyond that.
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Nordstroms shopping trip on The Guy
The Guy gave me a $50 gift certificate a few months back for pet sitting I did at the end of August. I went to use the gift card the other day at Express and it was declined. I was a little surprised since he said there was $50, but when the clerk called discovered only $0.23 was on the card. I was a little upset; not about that, but about other things, so I called him to tell him and acted like it wasn't a big deal. He felt really bad for the embarrassment it caused me. It wasn't a big deal. He said that he actually didn't mind because this was an excuse for us to go shopping together. We settled on Tuesday at Nordstroms- I'd take a short study break to visit with him.
I texted The Guy twice asking him if 2:30 was still a go. He said yes, though he was running late. That gave me time to run to the bank. I get to his house at 3:05 and he is on the phone with his mom trying to help her find something on the computer. When he is off the phone he asks if it is ok if we run to the "DP" for a few minutes. The DP is the dog park. We put the dog in the back of his car and we're off. I had never been. We get in the car and drive over talking about our day. He told me he had a breakdown Tuesday morning. He was crying over prop 8, feeling so sick, so violated, and so worried McCain would win. He also told me about his colon cleaning. At the DP there is a poodle, a couple dogs from the pound I guess, and a group of older people with their snobby looking dogs. Haha.... snobby dogs? lol. Anyways, his dog was growling at a collie and a couple other dogs there. The Guy had to interfere. We stopped and talked to a guy with a poodle sitting on a bench, then played with the little dog from the pound as we watched his dog. The ridges on the dog's back were all up and he was acting really strange, so we leave after about 10 minutes. There are 2 hot boys- 1 of them from The Guy's gym as we took off.
We drop the dog off and get the $400 in gift certificates to Nordstroms that The Guy's mom gave to him and $60 in Nordstroms bucks. We drive over and then talk about how we both have so much studying to do. The Guy jokes that since I have a tendency to be declined that he should give me his Nordstroms bucks since they've been declined. I playfully hit him. As we approach the men's department, The Guy says he already found something he liked. It was a $100 Hugo Boss blue pullover. He tries it on and it fits great on his mesomorph figure. It didn't make him look fat and he talked about how he felt really good today about his weight and feeling fit, not fat. I said that was the truth. He looks great, really. Then he found a black Hugo Boss long sleeve shirt behind it, which also looked hot. The Guy tells me to try on beige khaki pants, which was what I was trying to buy at Express. I found a 30x32 and 31x32 that the employee helping us recommended. Both didn't work. Both were too small. The Guy told me I just give up too easily. I said I didn't think so- this guy went looking in the computer for me and told me they didn't even carry a 29x32 or 28x32. He said I should go look for more. I wound up over by the young men's shirts, like The Guy. He had already found 3 shirts- one was a blue and silver shirt that had a cross on it that looked REALLY sexy. He tried the shirt on and it was HOT HOT HOT. I gave him a big thumbs up from afar, a smile, and then when he came over said it looked HOT. It fit his body perfectly. It was only $100. The Guy ran back and forth from the dressing room asking me about everything like his polos (he got 2 LaCoste polos in dark blue and light blue). I found 3 shirts I liked that were over on the reduced rack... haha. They were cool though. I got a gray LaCoste polo for $60 that had a bigger alligator on the breast. I also got a couple random shirts with prints on them that looked really neat. I also got a brown pullover. All were $30 or less. I have a hard time spending that much on a t-shirt, but I got a little taken away being there with The Guy. My shirts in total were only $120. We go to the checkout and it is $499 for all of our stuff. We find out that the first 2 Hugo Boss things The Guy liked weren't in the total because they were still at the other register. Too bad we found that out when we got home. The Guy bragged about how he was getting so many clothes for so little- roughly 10 shirts for $1000... haha... I could do better. He talked about how this is stepping out for him and it felt uncomfortable- he always always always wears a black Ralph Lauren polo shirt and Nike basketball shorts. EVERYDAY. When he goes to work he wears blue 7s jeans and a black Ralph Lauren polo. He probably has 30 of those polos. NO JOKE. I've never seen him wear the stuff he tried on in the 2 years I've known him except on special occasions.
We go over to the shoe department and have a great guy who helps us. The Guy buys a blue pair of Pumas to match his yellow pair he just bought. He raved about the comfort. Then he said that he wanted to get some dress shoes. We spent probably 40 minutes looking at boots etc. I tried on 3 pairs of dress shoes. I really wanted a new pair because I have outgrown mine. I had been eyeing some Calvin Klein's online, but didn't buy them yet. The ones I liked or thought I liked at Nordstroms were between $99 and $375. I've never spent that on shoes, but I was going to. My dad had already given the OK to drop $150 or less on dress shoes earlier this month when I complained I needed a new pair, so I didn't feel as bad. I was unsuccessful. The Guy found a pair he wanted, the same pair I did for $375. I did feel really good though trying on the shoes. I am a size 13 in tennis shoes, but the dress shoes I tried on were a 10 1/2. NO JOKE. They were only $99, but looked like quaker shoes The Guy and I determined.
After getting the shoes I said we're going to Express so I can get my khaki pants I want. He said fine, but he is hungry. We talked and laughed. The more we walked he complained of his profuse hunger. We talked about like how sad the JCPenney store front looked, how The Guy shops at Nordstroms because it is quality. American Eagle clothes are trendy, but after 1 or 2 washings are floopy, which is why you shop at Nordstroms- quality. We get to Express and I find the pants immediately. He says he is hungry, so I need to focus on getting the pants and can't look at any thing else. I joke about needing a bright colored dress shirt and was completely serious, but food was on The Guy's mind. The Guy ATMs the pants, which were $88, then we left. I was going to pay for the pants, but he insisted that this was what I needed and wanted to get earlier, but it was his fuck up earlier, so he was paying. I wasn't complaining. As we're walking out I talk about my need and how I can't live without a really cool bright colored shirt; how I have the necessity to have material goods. He jokes about needing to simplify our lives. I said nope. Can't do. He asked if I wanted a shirt, and we'd go back in and get one. I said I was ok. Not. Ok, I was. Nope, I wasn't. Finally I said we could go. He said we'd go back and get one if I needed one. I said no- I can wait. We walk back through the mall talking about how much fun this was and how we've never done this before, how we need to do it again, eat beforehand, and how this was a new memory for us.
I talk about eating a lot of Mexican food lately and The Guy says we should go to Acapulco. We drive over there and are seated immediately. He tells me he got a text from Ben the other night as well as Matt, his ex. I told him he's doing everything right. He tells me about reading Maya Angelou's biography and how inspirational it was. We talk about how we both need to study, how school is killing us. Then we talk about the election. We look at cbsnews.com because it has a special iPhone interface. Obama had 70 electoral votes at the time and McCain had 30. We talked about how it would be such a landslide. We talked about tossup states and real close elections. I contributed that Indiana and Mississippi were very close and he didn't know that, so that was cool. We spent most of the rest of dinner talking about prop 8 and other things. The Guy was confident it wouldn't pass but I talked about my skepticism and gave reasons like what happened today that I'll blog about below. There was an awkward tension through the meal- it was probably The Guy not feeling well, election nerves, nerves about school for both of us, and stuff like that.
I pay for the meal and use my ATM card. Somewhere between the restaurant when we were walking out and I was fumbling to put my card away and my house I lost my wallet. Where? I don't know. I am assuming it was probably when I got in The Guy's car. I've called Acapulco and Bally's Fitness. Both haven't found it. So I talked to The Guy to make sure and then canceled my cards. Ick.
We get back to The Guy's place, I use the restroom, we look at the stuff we got, then I tell him to get some studying done and take off. I leave at 6p.m. and get home at 7, which is great for studying. I was sad I couldn't watch election coverage because I was busy studying for 3 midterms I had today. I had the TV on, but it was on mute.
I texted him about 8:30p.m. thanking him again and telling him we need to do that again.
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I got a haircut today. The lady who cuts my hair is my mom's hairdresser and she is a Democrat. We always talk politics when I get my hair cut. The hairdresser voted McCain however. I didn't know she didn't like Obama- ok- I vaguely remember. She complained last time about his purple lips. My mom arrives a few minutes after. She complained how Obama hasn't said anything- only what people want to hear, but nothing new that no politician did. I agree with that. It wasn't until Hillary conceded he had anything to say; and then it was nothing new. She asked me who I voted for in front of my mom. My mom doesn't even know what I'm registered as. I hide it well. In a quiet voice in front of my mom and hairdresser when asked I say Obama. The hairdresser hits me in the head as a joke. I thought "oh. Oops."
My mom said she wasn't worried about the president because either one will have a really tough job and she thinks that since we have so many difficult issues we're more united than 4 or 8 years ago, so it wouldn't matter if McCain or Obama were elected. She thinks both sides would work together given the desperate times. My mom said she was worried about the propositions like 1A, 2, 4, and 8. My mom vehemently said she was against 8. The hairdresser agreed. Both said that the Bible is who they have to answer to and so that's why they are against it. The conversation between them went on and I sat in the room facing my mom because that's how I was positioned in the chair, with my eyes squinting (presumably because of all the hair in my eyes), but more-so, so that I wouldn't say something wrong or incriminating. My mom talked about the issue wasn't education because she's a teacher and knows homosexuality is not taught in schools. The hairdresser talked about how it is just wrong because of the Bible. Then my mom said that it concerns her. She doesn't want to see two married guys, two guys talking about their kids like that. I wanted to intervene and say something. My mom's hairdresser talked about how it is such a small portion of the population forcing their views upon each the majority. Homosexuals are only 3% of the population. Again, I could have interjected my thoughts. Then my mom talked about something she heard on PASTOR'S PERSPECTIVE ON KWAVE 107.9. All the pastors lately have been talking about the election and the importance of voting yes on 8. First, homosexuality is wrong. Second, we are in end times. Obama could have been the anti-Christ. Third, the anti-Christ is nearing. The Pastors say that the anti-Christ is going to be homosexual, therefore we need to stop that. The anti-Christ will probably be from somewhere in Rome, will be homosexual, and will have experienced a great defeat. The key thing is that he is homosexual, so that prop 8 passed is a good thing. I got my haircut and quickly left. I know and have heard that the anti-Christ will be either celibate or homosexual. It is not explicitly said, but as I recall is talked about by Daniel in the Bible. And maybe it is the case, but this is the reason you're voting yes on prop 8? Whatever...
I texted The Guy twice asking him if 2:30 was still a go. He said yes, though he was running late. That gave me time to run to the bank. I get to his house at 3:05 and he is on the phone with his mom trying to help her find something on the computer. When he is off the phone he asks if it is ok if we run to the "DP" for a few minutes. The DP is the dog park. We put the dog in the back of his car and we're off. I had never been. We get in the car and drive over talking about our day. He told me he had a breakdown Tuesday morning. He was crying over prop 8, feeling so sick, so violated, and so worried McCain would win. He also told me about his colon cleaning. At the DP there is a poodle, a couple dogs from the pound I guess, and a group of older people with their snobby looking dogs. Haha.... snobby dogs? lol. Anyways, his dog was growling at a collie and a couple other dogs there. The Guy had to interfere. We stopped and talked to a guy with a poodle sitting on a bench, then played with the little dog from the pound as we watched his dog. The ridges on the dog's back were all up and he was acting really strange, so we leave after about 10 minutes. There are 2 hot boys- 1 of them from The Guy's gym as we took off.
We drop the dog off and get the $400 in gift certificates to Nordstroms that The Guy's mom gave to him and $60 in Nordstroms bucks. We drive over and then talk about how we both have so much studying to do. The Guy jokes that since I have a tendency to be declined that he should give me his Nordstroms bucks since they've been declined. I playfully hit him. As we approach the men's department, The Guy says he already found something he liked. It was a $100 Hugo Boss blue pullover. He tries it on and it fits great on his mesomorph figure. It didn't make him look fat and he talked about how he felt really good today about his weight and feeling fit, not fat. I said that was the truth. He looks great, really. Then he found a black Hugo Boss long sleeve shirt behind it, which also looked hot. The Guy tells me to try on beige khaki pants, which was what I was trying to buy at Express. I found a 30x32 and 31x32 that the employee helping us recommended. Both didn't work. Both were too small. The Guy told me I just give up too easily. I said I didn't think so- this guy went looking in the computer for me and told me they didn't even carry a 29x32 or 28x32. He said I should go look for more. I wound up over by the young men's shirts, like The Guy. He had already found 3 shirts- one was a blue and silver shirt that had a cross on it that looked REALLY sexy. He tried the shirt on and it was HOT HOT HOT. I gave him a big thumbs up from afar, a smile, and then when he came over said it looked HOT. It fit his body perfectly. It was only $100. The Guy ran back and forth from the dressing room asking me about everything like his polos (he got 2 LaCoste polos in dark blue and light blue). I found 3 shirts I liked that were over on the reduced rack... haha. They were cool though. I got a gray LaCoste polo for $60 that had a bigger alligator on the breast. I also got a couple random shirts with prints on them that looked really neat. I also got a brown pullover. All were $30 or less. I have a hard time spending that much on a t-shirt, but I got a little taken away being there with The Guy. My shirts in total were only $120. We go to the checkout and it is $499 for all of our stuff. We find out that the first 2 Hugo Boss things The Guy liked weren't in the total because they were still at the other register. Too bad we found that out when we got home. The Guy bragged about how he was getting so many clothes for so little- roughly 10 shirts for $1000... haha... I could do better. He talked about how this is stepping out for him and it felt uncomfortable- he always always always wears a black Ralph Lauren polo shirt and Nike basketball shorts. EVERYDAY. When he goes to work he wears blue 7s jeans and a black Ralph Lauren polo. He probably has 30 of those polos. NO JOKE. I've never seen him wear the stuff he tried on in the 2 years I've known him except on special occasions.
We go over to the shoe department and have a great guy who helps us. The Guy buys a blue pair of Pumas to match his yellow pair he just bought. He raved about the comfort. Then he said that he wanted to get some dress shoes. We spent probably 40 minutes looking at boots etc. I tried on 3 pairs of dress shoes. I really wanted a new pair because I have outgrown mine. I had been eyeing some Calvin Klein's online, but didn't buy them yet. The ones I liked or thought I liked at Nordstroms were between $99 and $375. I've never spent that on shoes, but I was going to. My dad had already given the OK to drop $150 or less on dress shoes earlier this month when I complained I needed a new pair, so I didn't feel as bad. I was unsuccessful. The Guy found a pair he wanted, the same pair I did for $375. I did feel really good though trying on the shoes. I am a size 13 in tennis shoes, but the dress shoes I tried on were a 10 1/2. NO JOKE. They were only $99, but looked like quaker shoes The Guy and I determined.
After getting the shoes I said we're going to Express so I can get my khaki pants I want. He said fine, but he is hungry. We talked and laughed. The more we walked he complained of his profuse hunger. We talked about like how sad the JCPenney store front looked, how The Guy shops at Nordstroms because it is quality. American Eagle clothes are trendy, but after 1 or 2 washings are floopy, which is why you shop at Nordstroms- quality. We get to Express and I find the pants immediately. He says he is hungry, so I need to focus on getting the pants and can't look at any thing else. I joke about needing a bright colored dress shirt and was completely serious, but food was on The Guy's mind. The Guy ATMs the pants, which were $88, then we left. I was going to pay for the pants, but he insisted that this was what I needed and wanted to get earlier, but it was his fuck up earlier, so he was paying. I wasn't complaining. As we're walking out I talk about my need and how I can't live without a really cool bright colored shirt; how I have the necessity to have material goods. He jokes about needing to simplify our lives. I said nope. Can't do. He asked if I wanted a shirt, and we'd go back in and get one. I said I was ok. Not. Ok, I was. Nope, I wasn't. Finally I said we could go. He said we'd go back and get one if I needed one. I said no- I can wait. We walk back through the mall talking about how much fun this was and how we've never done this before, how we need to do it again, eat beforehand, and how this was a new memory for us.
I talk about eating a lot of Mexican food lately and The Guy says we should go to Acapulco. We drive over there and are seated immediately. He tells me he got a text from Ben the other night as well as Matt, his ex. I told him he's doing everything right. He tells me about reading Maya Angelou's biography and how inspirational it was. We talk about how we both need to study, how school is killing us. Then we talk about the election. We look at cbsnews.com because it has a special iPhone interface. Obama had 70 electoral votes at the time and McCain had 30. We talked about how it would be such a landslide. We talked about tossup states and real close elections. I contributed that Indiana and Mississippi were very close and he didn't know that, so that was cool. We spent most of the rest of dinner talking about prop 8 and other things. The Guy was confident it wouldn't pass but I talked about my skepticism and gave reasons like what happened today that I'll blog about below. There was an awkward tension through the meal- it was probably The Guy not feeling well, election nerves, nerves about school for both of us, and stuff like that.
I pay for the meal and use my ATM card. Somewhere between the restaurant when we were walking out and I was fumbling to put my card away and my house I lost my wallet. Where? I don't know. I am assuming it was probably when I got in The Guy's car. I've called Acapulco and Bally's Fitness. Both haven't found it. So I talked to The Guy to make sure and then canceled my cards. Ick.
We get back to The Guy's place, I use the restroom, we look at the stuff we got, then I tell him to get some studying done and take off. I leave at 6p.m. and get home at 7, which is great for studying. I was sad I couldn't watch election coverage because I was busy studying for 3 midterms I had today. I had the TV on, but it was on mute.
I texted him about 8:30p.m. thanking him again and telling him we need to do that again.
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I got a haircut today. The lady who cuts my hair is my mom's hairdresser and she is a Democrat. We always talk politics when I get my hair cut. The hairdresser voted McCain however. I didn't know she didn't like Obama- ok- I vaguely remember. She complained last time about his purple lips. My mom arrives a few minutes after. She complained how Obama hasn't said anything- only what people want to hear, but nothing new that no politician did. I agree with that. It wasn't until Hillary conceded he had anything to say; and then it was nothing new. She asked me who I voted for in front of my mom. My mom doesn't even know what I'm registered as. I hide it well. In a quiet voice in front of my mom and hairdresser when asked I say Obama. The hairdresser hits me in the head as a joke. I thought "oh. Oops."
My mom said she wasn't worried about the president because either one will have a really tough job and she thinks that since we have so many difficult issues we're more united than 4 or 8 years ago, so it wouldn't matter if McCain or Obama were elected. She thinks both sides would work together given the desperate times. My mom said she was worried about the propositions like 1A, 2, 4, and 8. My mom vehemently said she was against 8. The hairdresser agreed. Both said that the Bible is who they have to answer to and so that's why they are against it. The conversation between them went on and I sat in the room facing my mom because that's how I was positioned in the chair, with my eyes squinting (presumably because of all the hair in my eyes), but more-so, so that I wouldn't say something wrong or incriminating. My mom talked about the issue wasn't education because she's a teacher and knows homosexuality is not taught in schools. The hairdresser talked about how it is just wrong because of the Bible. Then my mom said that it concerns her. She doesn't want to see two married guys, two guys talking about their kids like that. I wanted to intervene and say something. My mom's hairdresser talked about how it is such a small portion of the population forcing their views upon each the majority. Homosexuals are only 3% of the population. Again, I could have interjected my thoughts. Then my mom talked about something she heard on PASTOR'S PERSPECTIVE ON KWAVE 107.9. All the pastors lately have been talking about the election and the importance of voting yes on 8. First, homosexuality is wrong. Second, we are in end times. Obama could have been the anti-Christ. Third, the anti-Christ is nearing. The Pastors say that the anti-Christ is going to be homosexual, therefore we need to stop that. The anti-Christ will probably be from somewhere in Rome, will be homosexual, and will have experienced a great defeat. The key thing is that he is homosexual, so that prop 8 passed is a good thing. I got my haircut and quickly left. I know and have heard that the anti-Christ will be either celibate or homosexual. It is not explicitly said, but as I recall is talked about by Daniel in the Bible. And maybe it is the case, but this is the reason you're voting yes on prop 8? Whatever...
Monday, November 3, 2008
Few happenings
At about 7a.m. this morning I was on my way to work at the high school to tutor when I get down to the shopping center and see a bunch of cars parked at the side of the road, banners, and people standing out. My first thought was yes on prop 8. I was right. There were probably 200 protestors in this area. The rally was huge and it was snarling traffic. I hadn't heard anything about it, or you can bet I would have at least let a few people know who are very anti on 8. Anyways, as I'm making my way down the street for the hell of it I roll down my window and flip the protestors off. I can't say that it accomplished much, but they saw me, they were upset, and that made my day.
It further made my day when I was actually able to make it into the shopping center to the donut shop. I was early, so I figured I'd stop for a dozen donuts for my coworkers at the high school. As I go in I'm told by some bitch named Jan W. (a lady who lives in my neighborhood nobody likes- sooo tempted to post her whole name and give me thoughts... but I'll refrain) that I am not going to heaven if I vote no on 8. I told her as I was going in that she's not going to heaven even if she does vote. She looked discouraged and perplexed by what I said. I ordered a dozen delicious donuts, got a lotto ticket, and then left. As I was walking on Jan's husband was there next to her and a few other protestors. I just said "FUCK YOU" as I walked by. Made my day. As I walked away there were screams from the Yes on 8 protestors telling me to get saved, lose the attitude, marry a woman, and listen to the Bible.
I'm not one to flip people off or tell people "fuck you," but I was mad to begin with, then the excessiveness of the rally, and me being tired of all of this just said what I wanted. It made for great convo at work and my coworkers and boss called me a MAVERICK. lmao.
Oh, and there is a hill at the end of my street that the county owns. It is public property and may one day be a park. I wouldn't count on it as it is 30 years in the making and it still hasn't happened. Anyways, there were dozens of Yes on 8 signs on there. The other night I was frustrated, couldn't sleep, so I took all of the signs down leaving the single NO ON 8 sign that was there.
I live in a VERY conservative area if you didn't already get that. HAHA.
I had a midterm last week in my Spanish lit class and received 100% on it. I was one of 3 people to. It was on literary terms like synecdoche, personification, apostrophe, etc.
I have 3 midterms on Wednesday. A repeat for Spanish lit- this time a smaller quiz portion of the midterm. I haven't began to read for. Then I have Spanish linguistics on Wednesday and that is 50% of my grade. Then my Anthropology midterm thanks to my heavy studying over the past 2 days should be more manageable. It is also 50% of my grade. I've been in midterm mode for the past few days studying hard and hopefully it'll pay off. I'm just really kind of frantic.
I'm hopefully going to hang out with THe Guy tomorrow night and get some studying knocked out at his house.
**** WANTED TO GIVE A SPECIAL THANKS TO ALL OF MY COMMENTERS LIKE CLOSETED, BORQ_QUEEN, AEK, NATUREGESETZ, ANONYMOUS, AND MIKEY FOR THEIR COMMENTS OVER THE PAST COUPLE DAYS. Things have been bothering me, so to have those comments have made me feel great. Thanks for replying to the post about my pics and weight gain or not post. I wanted other opinions from you guys and that's what I got.
It further made my day when I was actually able to make it into the shopping center to the donut shop. I was early, so I figured I'd stop for a dozen donuts for my coworkers at the high school. As I go in I'm told by some bitch named Jan W. (a lady who lives in my neighborhood nobody likes- sooo tempted to post her whole name and give me thoughts... but I'll refrain) that I am not going to heaven if I vote no on 8. I told her as I was going in that she's not going to heaven even if she does vote. She looked discouraged and perplexed by what I said. I ordered a dozen delicious donuts, got a lotto ticket, and then left. As I was walking on Jan's husband was there next to her and a few other protestors. I just said "FUCK YOU" as I walked by. Made my day. As I walked away there were screams from the Yes on 8 protestors telling me to get saved, lose the attitude, marry a woman, and listen to the Bible.
I'm not one to flip people off or tell people "fuck you," but I was mad to begin with, then the excessiveness of the rally, and me being tired of all of this just said what I wanted. It made for great convo at work and my coworkers and boss called me a MAVERICK. lmao.
Oh, and there is a hill at the end of my street that the county owns. It is public property and may one day be a park. I wouldn't count on it as it is 30 years in the making and it still hasn't happened. Anyways, there were dozens of Yes on 8 signs on there. The other night I was frustrated, couldn't sleep, so I took all of the signs down leaving the single NO ON 8 sign that was there.
I live in a VERY conservative area if you didn't already get that. HAHA.
I had a midterm last week in my Spanish lit class and received 100% on it. I was one of 3 people to. It was on literary terms like synecdoche, personification, apostrophe, etc.
I have 3 midterms on Wednesday. A repeat for Spanish lit- this time a smaller quiz portion of the midterm. I haven't began to read for. Then I have Spanish linguistics on Wednesday and that is 50% of my grade. Then my Anthropology midterm thanks to my heavy studying over the past 2 days should be more manageable. It is also 50% of my grade. I've been in midterm mode for the past few days studying hard and hopefully it'll pay off. I'm just really kind of frantic.
I'm hopefully going to hang out with THe Guy tomorrow night and get some studying knocked out at his house.
**** WANTED TO GIVE A SPECIAL THANKS TO ALL OF MY COMMENTERS LIKE CLOSETED, BORQ_QUEEN, AEK, NATUREGESETZ, ANONYMOUS, AND MIKEY FOR THEIR COMMENTS OVER THE PAST COUPLE DAYS. Things have been bothering me, so to have those comments have made me feel great. Thanks for replying to the post about my pics and weight gain or not post. I wanted other opinions from you guys and that's what I got.
Saturday, November 1, 2008
Halloween
On Thursday The Guy asked me if I wanted to help him with his Halloween party. I said sure. Drove over to his place about 2p.m. When I got there he was in the office, on the phone, and he had his pants pulled down. He was doing testosterone injections because he is going to have testosterone replacement done or something like that- some expensive procedure. Anyways, that was an interesting site. He was just finishing up and I watched him inject something into his stomach. When he is finished he asks if I am ready to go out shopping with him. I said yes. He remembers UPS will be coming with a computer, so he has to wait since he missed delivery the day before. We wait for that and go in the bedroom to sleep. We sleep for about an hour and I actually fell asleep. UPS comes, delivers the computer, then we go back to sleep until 4:30.
We decide to go to Trader Joes, Michaels, and were going to go a costume shop in that same shopping center, but the line snaked to the back of the store. The parking lot was a mess and everyone was honking at each other. This is one of the few times The Guy parks a mile away from something. We go into Michaels and look at a couple artificial $80 flower arrangements on sale for $35 or so. The Guy decides he needs 2, then we later decide he only needs one, so we leave the other arrangement. We buy some window clings, lots of candles, and more. We get out of Michaels for $200. The Guy is grumbling and complaining about the junk they sell there, how all of it is made in CHina, and the long lines, which make the place so depressing. Trader Joes is a lot more fun. The Guy buys fruit like pineapple, apples and watermelon. Then he buys some nan bread, hummus, brie and other cheeses, choclate chips for brownies, and 8 bottles of a mystery wine that have a question mark on them. That was another $200. We are in a bind for time as THe Guy has to be at the gym at 6:30. We get back to his house at 6:00p.m., clean out the fridge, and put the stuff away. We take off- me going home and he goes to the gym.
HALLOWEEN!!!
The Guy told me to come over about 5p.m. to help him. I said sure. At 5p.m. I just sat down to dinner. The Guy bought great healthy "snacks," but did not constitute a meal like he claimed. I was on the road at 5:15 however and got to his place at 6:15, which was perfect. He had put up all of his decorations and just had a few more. He asked if I could run to get Pepsi, Diet Pepsi, Cranberry Juice, and orange juice. I run to CVS for that. I also go to the liquor store for Belvedere Vodka. $36 of Vodka.
I get back to his place and Jackie, Josh's girlfriend is there. She is a hoot. She is a bubbly blond type and is sort of an airhead. I see why Josh likes her. We make smalltalk- how to decorate, where we live, how we know The Guy. Joe arrives a little later. Joe is Quail Dog from Doug. Honestly, I had thought of going as Doug Funnie, but didn't since I was unsure if The GUy or anyone would get the reference. His costume though, was very cute. Joe and The Guy argue over prop 8 and explain it to Jackie. Jackie had no clue. She is such an airhead. I liked her. The Guy prepares his pinwheels that he wanted to make for the party. Jackie brought chocolate cupcakes.
Josh arrives with ice and is in a soccer outfit. He is David Beckham. Josh takes off his shirt and has Jackie help him with his tattoos. Josh has a bunch of tattoos as it is- one on his right shoulder of muscle fibers, an iron cross on his left breast, and doves on his back. Jackie uses a Sharpie to write a tattoo that says Romeo on his back, Beckham on his abs, and GALAXY on his left arm. He goes shirtless the whole night. Jackie's costume, which she later changes into? Victoria Beckham.
We start our movies after everyone is in costume. The Guy wears his traditional black t-shirt, blue jeans, a cape, a big iron cross necklace and spider rings. He is "Big Daddy." We start with some movie I can't recall. Then we move onto "Underworld." Underworld came about 9p.m. That's when The Guy's brother came and his girlfriend Courtney. She is a new girlfriend. She blends right into the mix of people. Zach, The Guy's best friend comes in shortly after. He says when he walks in "I don't want to be here." He was not happy with The Guy because he didn't help Zach move last weekend. The Guy stayed home to play WOW. I would have been unhappy also and probably not as forgiving. Zach has some Diet Pepsi and sits down next to The Guy. A few minutes later George, Joe's boyfriend shows up. In walks a 50 or so year old man who looks like he could be my dad. Joe is 23 and claims there is only a 15 year difference between him and George. I think not. He had gray hair and a British accent; and my dad who is 60 looks younger. He sat next to Joe and Zach came over and sat on the ledge next to me. Josh was pouring the drinks all evening. He filled my wine glass 2-3 times, then the last time he fills it completely to the brim. The GUy's brother joked he'd never seen a wine glass so full. Josh then insisted I sip or chug. I get about halfway down and joke to Josh that I did finish half of it, which is WAAAAAY more than he drank. Josh was getting really close to me. His girlfriend was on the other side. He was rubbing my leg, I was rubbing his, and The Guy noticed. Josh joked it was the alcohol. The Guy's brother only stayed an hour or so, then took off. Joe and George took off after the movie also. Zach then sits next to me as we watch "The Underworld." I know I hit him playfully a couple times and brushed up against him as we watched the movie when there was a scary part or something. It was a lot of fun. Josh and Jackie were both surprised with how well I hold my alcohol. I was pretty drunk they thought- I probably had a bottle of wine all by myself thaks to Josh.
Josh and Jackie left after "The Underworld." The Guy said "you can talk" in reference to Zach and I about Josh. Both of us have the concern The Guy is pursuing a straight guy, that he'll be heartbroken, etc. The Guy texted Josh after he left and Josh texted him. Josh said he had such a great night with THe Guy :-) :-). The Guy wanted to invite Josh back, but just instead said wish he could have stayed longer. I was quickly fading and actually fell asleep with a glass of Diet Pepsi in my hand while Zach and The Guy were sitting and talking. The Guy said I was staying there, dragged me over, and let me down on the couch. I fell asleep for a few miinutes, then woke up and was having an anxiety attack. I went in to tell The Guy I was leaving. I didn't want to deal with it and have The Guy there. As I walked in his bedroom he screamed and his dog growled. We both were scared and calmed down, then talked for a few minutes. Finally he insisted I stay. I was resentful to. He asked if it was about Josh and him wanting to do it with him. I reassured no- I was more upset about Ben. Josh is a great guy who treats The Guy well. It was family stuff that brought on the anxiety- who knows why. I go back to sleep- or try to. I don't sleep well. The Guy woke me up about 8:30 and thanked me for being with him last night on a really hard night. He showers and gets ready for work. He tells me he was supposed to meet Ben for dinner and I said NO. NO. CANCEL. Josh. You like Josh better and he treats you better.
As we leave we both head down the 10 freeway toward Fontana. We follow each other to the 15 freeway, then The Guy turns around and waves at me. I text him saying "follow the leader was fun. Thanks for everything. Have a good day." He laughs and texts me back, and we go our separate ways.
We decide to go to Trader Joes, Michaels, and were going to go a costume shop in that same shopping center, but the line snaked to the back of the store. The parking lot was a mess and everyone was honking at each other. This is one of the few times The Guy parks a mile away from something. We go into Michaels and look at a couple artificial $80 flower arrangements on sale for $35 or so. The Guy decides he needs 2, then we later decide he only needs one, so we leave the other arrangement. We buy some window clings, lots of candles, and more. We get out of Michaels for $200. The Guy is grumbling and complaining about the junk they sell there, how all of it is made in CHina, and the long lines, which make the place so depressing. Trader Joes is a lot more fun. The Guy buys fruit like pineapple, apples and watermelon. Then he buys some nan bread, hummus, brie and other cheeses, choclate chips for brownies, and 8 bottles of a mystery wine that have a question mark on them. That was another $200. We are in a bind for time as THe Guy has to be at the gym at 6:30. We get back to his house at 6:00p.m., clean out the fridge, and put the stuff away. We take off- me going home and he goes to the gym.
HALLOWEEN!!!
The Guy told me to come over about 5p.m. to help him. I said sure. At 5p.m. I just sat down to dinner. The Guy bought great healthy "snacks," but did not constitute a meal like he claimed. I was on the road at 5:15 however and got to his place at 6:15, which was perfect. He had put up all of his decorations and just had a few more. He asked if I could run to get Pepsi, Diet Pepsi, Cranberry Juice, and orange juice. I run to CVS for that. I also go to the liquor store for Belvedere Vodka. $36 of Vodka.
I get back to his place and Jackie, Josh's girlfriend is there. She is a hoot. She is a bubbly blond type and is sort of an airhead. I see why Josh likes her. We make smalltalk- how to decorate, where we live, how we know The Guy. Joe arrives a little later. Joe is Quail Dog from Doug. Honestly, I had thought of going as Doug Funnie, but didn't since I was unsure if The GUy or anyone would get the reference. His costume though, was very cute. Joe and The Guy argue over prop 8 and explain it to Jackie. Jackie had no clue. She is such an airhead. I liked her. The Guy prepares his pinwheels that he wanted to make for the party. Jackie brought chocolate cupcakes.
Josh arrives with ice and is in a soccer outfit. He is David Beckham. Josh takes off his shirt and has Jackie help him with his tattoos. Josh has a bunch of tattoos as it is- one on his right shoulder of muscle fibers, an iron cross on his left breast, and doves on his back. Jackie uses a Sharpie to write a tattoo that says Romeo on his back, Beckham on his abs, and GALAXY on his left arm. He goes shirtless the whole night. Jackie's costume, which she later changes into? Victoria Beckham.
We start our movies after everyone is in costume. The Guy wears his traditional black t-shirt, blue jeans, a cape, a big iron cross necklace and spider rings. He is "Big Daddy." We start with some movie I can't recall. Then we move onto "Underworld." Underworld came about 9p.m. That's when The Guy's brother came and his girlfriend Courtney. She is a new girlfriend. She blends right into the mix of people. Zach, The Guy's best friend comes in shortly after. He says when he walks in "I don't want to be here." He was not happy with The Guy because he didn't help Zach move last weekend. The Guy stayed home to play WOW. I would have been unhappy also and probably not as forgiving. Zach has some Diet Pepsi and sits down next to The Guy. A few minutes later George, Joe's boyfriend shows up. In walks a 50 or so year old man who looks like he could be my dad. Joe is 23 and claims there is only a 15 year difference between him and George. I think not. He had gray hair and a British accent; and my dad who is 60 looks younger. He sat next to Joe and Zach came over and sat on the ledge next to me. Josh was pouring the drinks all evening. He filled my wine glass 2-3 times, then the last time he fills it completely to the brim. The GUy's brother joked he'd never seen a wine glass so full. Josh then insisted I sip or chug. I get about halfway down and joke to Josh that I did finish half of it, which is WAAAAAY more than he drank. Josh was getting really close to me. His girlfriend was on the other side. He was rubbing my leg, I was rubbing his, and The Guy noticed. Josh joked it was the alcohol. The Guy's brother only stayed an hour or so, then took off. Joe and George took off after the movie also. Zach then sits next to me as we watch "The Underworld." I know I hit him playfully a couple times and brushed up against him as we watched the movie when there was a scary part or something. It was a lot of fun. Josh and Jackie were both surprised with how well I hold my alcohol. I was pretty drunk they thought- I probably had a bottle of wine all by myself thaks to Josh.
Josh and Jackie left after "The Underworld." The Guy said "you can talk" in reference to Zach and I about Josh. Both of us have the concern The Guy is pursuing a straight guy, that he'll be heartbroken, etc. The Guy texted Josh after he left and Josh texted him. Josh said he had such a great night with THe Guy :-) :-). The Guy wanted to invite Josh back, but just instead said wish he could have stayed longer. I was quickly fading and actually fell asleep with a glass of Diet Pepsi in my hand while Zach and The Guy were sitting and talking. The Guy said I was staying there, dragged me over, and let me down on the couch. I fell asleep for a few miinutes, then woke up and was having an anxiety attack. I went in to tell The Guy I was leaving. I didn't want to deal with it and have The Guy there. As I walked in his bedroom he screamed and his dog growled. We both were scared and calmed down, then talked for a few minutes. Finally he insisted I stay. I was resentful to. He asked if it was about Josh and him wanting to do it with him. I reassured no- I was more upset about Ben. Josh is a great guy who treats The Guy well. It was family stuff that brought on the anxiety- who knows why. I go back to sleep- or try to. I don't sleep well. The Guy woke me up about 8:30 and thanked me for being with him last night on a really hard night. He showers and gets ready for work. He tells me he was supposed to meet Ben for dinner and I said NO. NO. CANCEL. Josh. You like Josh better and he treats you better.
As we leave we both head down the 10 freeway toward Fontana. We follow each other to the 15 freeway, then The Guy turns around and waves at me. I text him saying "follow the leader was fun. Thanks for everything. Have a good day." He laughs and texts me back, and we go our separate ways.
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