tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-311304232024-02-07T04:39:31.824-08:00Single Life As I know ItGirlie Monkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12235435062142645212noreply@blogger.comBlogger155125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31130423.post-89046537064589916672008-09-29T10:26:00.000-07:002008-09-29T11:47:03.094-07:00Been a while...Hey hey my non-existent readers! I realize that nobody stops by here anymore since I abandoned my blog many moons ago. Well, I just feel like writing today...<br /><br /><br /><br />So many things happened since my last post that I can't even begin to get you caught up. In a nutshell, MB and I are still together and are, in fact, blissfully happy. Cheesy but true! The whole sex problem we had back in the Spring resolved itself. He is the sweetest guy ever and I love him dearly. I never thought it was possible to find a guy who would treat me the way he does.<br /><br />Any way, he is actually in China right now and will not be back for another week and a half. I knew I was going to miss him but I had no idea how much! It caught me by surprise. I spent months and months at a time being single and it never bothered me. I always had something to do but now that I got used to spending most of my free time with MB, I have no idea what to do with myself! Wow!<br /><br />Ok, I thought I had a lot to write about when I started this post but I am drawing a blank for now.<br /><br />Toodles!Girlie Monkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12235435062142645212noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31130423.post-56364466522412166312008-04-28T09:58:00.000-07:002008-12-09T00:12:33.857-08:00Love him, love him not, love him, love him not...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEc40fIr8wtP6gw1VE_K7fr2D10OStrZ9UWpGKUD0bNEKWIsnypn5iDly2XWjPZw3TtIPVMc3CrpCtT_tfdepg3qnbQCPZ8wEidkMNWbdjuJd5wLKvW7nVYahACF4cTGMxSWdbqQ/s1600-h/oxeye-daisy-1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194350613603152722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEc40fIr8wtP6gw1VE_K7fr2D10OStrZ9UWpGKUD0bNEKWIsnypn5iDly2XWjPZw3TtIPVMc3CrpCtT_tfdepg3qnbQCPZ8wEidkMNWbdjuJd5wLKvW7nVYahACF4cTGMxSWdbqQ/s320/oxeye-daisy-1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify"><strong><span style="color:#006600;">I have a lot on my mind right now.... The next 3 weeks are going to be extremely stressful at work and otherwise but the big debate I have going on in my head at the moment is whether I am happy in my relationship with MB or not....</span></strong></div><br /><div align="justify"><strong><span style="color:#006600;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="justify"><strong><span style="color:#006600;">As I wrote before, we have gotten really close in the past few months. While the words haven't been said, he is in love with me but I am not sure I am in love with him. I can honestly say that my life without him will not be the same; however, I am about to turn 28 in June and I can't help but wonder if I have time to be with someone I am not sure I can potentially see myself with long-term.</span></strong></div><br /><div align="justify"><strong><span style="color:#006600;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="justify"><strong><span style="color:#006600;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="justify"><strong><span style="color:#006600;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="justify"><strong><span style="color:#006600;">I've always been one of those girls who vowed not to ever settle for anything less than perfect for me; I didn't mind being single; I didn't mind going home alone every night. I had an epiphany recently though when contemplating whether I should tell MB what I am thinking or wait and see how it turns out.. I realized that I am absolutely terrified of being alone again! It is such a strange feeling for me and, needless to say, I am ashamed of feeling that way but that is the truth.</span></strong></div><br /><div align="justify"><strong><span style="color:#006600;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="justify"><strong><span style="color:#006600;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="justify"><strong><span style="color:#006600;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="justify"><strong><span style="color:#006600;">That being said, my Mom has a theory that I never <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">completely</span> agreed with. She always said that in any relationship, there was always one person who loved the other person more. The other person "allowed" the first person to love him/her. I am starting to wonder if my mother was right. Every time I was really into the guy, I felt like I was more into him than he was into me. With MB it is the other way around. In the past i didn't allow myself to get into a relationship like that but I gave MB a chance.</span></strong></div><br /><div align="justify"><strong><span style="color:#006600;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify"><strong><span style="color:#006600;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="justify"><strong><span style="color:#006600;">I attempted to jot down the pros and cons to see if that helps me decide where to go from here:</span></strong></div><br /><div align="justify"><strong><span style="color:#006600;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="justify"><strong><span style="color:#006600;">What I like about MB:</span></strong></div><br /><ul><br /><li><br /><div align="justify"><strong><span style="color:#006600;">He thinks I am the most incredible, beautiful and smart woman in the world</span></strong></div></li><br /><li><br /><div align="justify"><strong><span style="color:#006600;">He respects me</span></strong></div></li><br /><li><br /><div align="justify"><strong><span style="color:#006600;">He loves me for me, with all of my quirks</span></strong></div></li><br /><li><br /><div align="justify"><strong><span style="color:#006600;">He never makes me wait; he calls when he says he will, he shows up when he says he will. (This one seems like it would be a given with the boyfriend but wasn't usually the case with my previous boyfriends)</span></strong></div></li><br /><li><br /><div align="justify"><strong><span style="color:#006600;">He has a decent job and the potential to grow his career</span></strong></div></li><br /><li><br /><div align="justify"><strong><span style="color:#006600;">He is taller than me... even when I am wearing heals. (yes, that is my one superficial requirement)</span></strong></div></li><br /><li><br /><div align="justify"><strong><span style="color:#006600;">He will do anything to make me happy</span></strong></div></li></ul><br /><p align="justify"><strong><span style="color:#006600;">What I don't like about MB(note: I am not trying to sound arrogant and/or conceited here; just stating the facts):</span></strong></p><br /><ul><br /><li><br /><div align="justify"><strong><span style="color:#006600;">He is a recovering cocaine addict. While he has not done any drugs for about 6 months and promised me that he would not, at least as long as we are together, because I told him I wouldn't have anything to do with him if he did; it still scares me. </span></strong></div></li><br /><li><br /><div align="justify"><strong><span style="color:#006600;">He drinks more than I would like him to. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy a nice drink and can party like a rock star on occasion but <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">MB's</span> mother is sort of an alcoholic and I can see those tendencies in him as well. It might be something he'll grow out of but what if he doesn't?</span></strong></div></li><br /><li><br /><div align="justify"><strong><span style="color:#006600;">As stated by MB himself and every single one of his friends, I am way out of his league. I am not going to get into details here but let's just say, they have a point here.</span></strong></div></li><br /><li><br /><div align="justify"><strong><span style="color:#006600;">He is not as athletic as I would like him to be. I am not talking about how buff he is or anything like that but I enjoy working out and doing physical activities outside but <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">MB's</span> idea of "doing something outside" is "porch drinking".</span></strong></div></li><br /><li><br /><div align="justify"><strong><span style="color:#006600;">Last but certainly not least, I am not THAT sexually attracted to him. I think the problems we had at the beginning of our relationship, that I mentioned in previous posts, took the toll on me. Technically the sex has gotten better but I am "just not that into it" I guess...</span></strong></div></li></ul><br /><p align="justify"><strong><span style="color:#006600;">I still don't know what to do here but writing down my concerns helped... Thanks for reading!</span></strong></p>Girlie Monkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12235435062142645212noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31130423.post-24671012174732506702008-04-23T12:14:00.001-07:002008-12-09T00:12:34.031-08:00How could you?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaGgWerEMCsgfdc8QDFoIxieJrcjb3Wr4sc7kWH_Iktz7qXjbQuRBIuR7PXi195E6t22rCG_4ofqQISpX7q42TnJmyprwo3nmW_IKnZcqXKY01KmsBT-RaJCMz5OHE1ntc6o3yFw/s1600-h/SULLIVAN-3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192521477226099522" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaGgWerEMCsgfdc8QDFoIxieJrcjb3Wr4sc7kWH_Iktz7qXjbQuRBIuR7PXi195E6t22rCG_4ofqQISpX7q42TnJmyprwo3nmW_IKnZcqXKY01KmsBT-RaJCMz5OHE1ntc6o3yFw/s320/SULLIVAN-3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I am not the one to cry at the drop of a hat but this essay brought tears to my eyes. Why do people think dogs are disposable toys?!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>"How Could You?"<br />Copyright Jim Willis 2001<br /><br />When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?" ­ but then you'd relent, and roll me over for a bellyrub.<br />My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs," you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.<br />Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love.<br />She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" ­ still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy. Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner of love."<br />As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch ­ because your touch was now so infrequent ­ and I would have defended them with my life if need be.<br />I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway. There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf.<br />Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family.<br />I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with "papers." You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar as he screamed "No, Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life. You gave me a goodbye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too.<br />After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked "How could you?"<br />They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you ­ that you had changed your mind ­ that this was all a bad dream...or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me. When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited.<br />I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood.<br />She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured "How could you?"<br />Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak, she said "I'm so sorry." She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself ­ a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place. And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not directed at her. It was you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of. I will think of you and wait for you forever.<br />May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.<br />The End</div>Girlie Monkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12235435062142645212noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31130423.post-30499979456057576212008-04-11T08:07:00.000-07:002008-04-11T08:13:18.803-07:00TGIFing....Important question here, kids:<br /><br />HOW DO YOU STAY MOTIVATED AT WORK?<br /><br />The thing is, I have a separate office in a different building from anyone else I work with, which means I can pretty much do whatever I want, i. e. pick my nose and eat some messy food while reading your blogs. I really do enjoy that part of my daily routine. However, I am starting to think I am allergic to my office because right around 2pm I get super unmotivated and sleepy and it lasts up until I leave work. As soon as I walk out the door, I am full of energy. What is wrong with me? After a couple of days of doing nothing in the afternoons, I usually end up having to work on weekends to meet the deadlines - definitely not the smartest way to use my time.<br /><br />Any suggestions on how I can keep myself focused in the afternoons would be greatly appreciated!<br /><br />Side note: DO NOT EVER GO TO SEE "MEET THE BROWNS" - IT IS THE MOST BORING LONG ASS (2 HRS) MOVIE EVER!!!Girlie Monkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12235435062142645212noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31130423.post-64534103673942712762008-04-02T13:50:00.001-07:002008-04-02T14:17:36.818-07:00A word about the dangers of drunk-dialing/facebooking/myspacing/emailing/texting...Don't say I didn't warn you!!! Try to refrain from doing any of the above when drunk, kids! Trust me! Experience talking here!<br /><br />So, I went to a party at a friend's house last Friday, which turned out to be more fun than I expected so I stayed a little too late and drank a little too much (damn those "<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">kamikaze</span>" shots!). Upon stumbling up the stairs to my apartment at 3am I decided that it was a perfect time to have a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">texting</span> conversation with Matt (army guy living in NC, remember?).<br /><br />Me: "Hey stranger are you awake?" {why wouldn't he be, right? nobody ever sleeps at 3am, right?}<br /><br />He never answered. Did I stop there? Oh no, I logged on to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">MySpace</span> so I can send him a message.<br />Here's how it went down.<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">Me: I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">texted</span> you earlier because I was going to ask you a very weird, random and hypothetical question. I need you to give me an honest answer and then forget that i asked you this. Deal?Here's the question: If we lived in the same zip code, do you think there would have been a possibility for more than random sex between us?I know, I know, you are thinking I am nuts but I have a reason for asking this question.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">{He answered within minutes, apparently, my text woke him up}</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">Matt: <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">hmmm</span>, why are you asking this question in the first place?<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">ANd</span> yes, of course we would date! not just be a random sex partner thingy...yeah weirdo!</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">Me: That's all I wanted to know ;-) </span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">Matt: why did you want to know? are you coming near here? </span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">Me: <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Hehehe</span> no, that's not in the plans. I'd rather not explain why I asked you that because you are going to think I am even a bigger weirdo. In fact, I was sort of expecting a different answer</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">Matt : nah what were you expecting..i mean <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">wtf</span> Girlie Monkey! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">haha</span> please explain to me and don't be illusive</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">Me: <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Ahhhh</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">ok</span>. Well, for some reason, I can't get you out of my head. Even though I only met you once a long time ago... So, I was hoping you'd tell me "no" or just ignore my message so I would get pissed off, come to my senses and forget about it.Yeah, I am nuts ;-)</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">Matt: awe Girlie Monkey...if we were close I would definitely be your man</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">Me: You are not helping!</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">Yeah... I feel like a complete idiot, now that I read this message exchange the next morning. The scary part is - I really do feel that way. Matt seems to have everything I've ever wanted in a guy but he lives on the other side of the country! I am dating MB, who is the best thing that ever happened to me (except for one problem - different story), who treats me like a queen, and what do I do?.... I think about Matt all the time... </span><br /><br />While it is true, there is no way I wanted Matt to know any of this (until I took those shots...)<br /><br />The moral of this story is... well, you got it... put your cell phone and laptop in the freezer prior to going drinking!Girlie Monkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12235435062142645212noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31130423.post-80599145898354680652008-03-05T07:34:00.000-08:002008-03-05T07:49:41.465-08:00Update on MB and ramblings about my stupidity<div align="justify"><strong>1. MB</strong></div><div align="justify"><strong></strong> </div><div align="justify"><strong>After a couple of frustrating attempts, MB and I seemed to make the whole sex thing work but due to some girlie difficulties for the last week or so, it only happened once. We'll see how it goes. </strong></div><div align="justify"><strong>Everything seems to be going great besides that but I am starting to have these crazy thoughts, as usual. I am not sure MB is someone I can spend the rest of my life with. I know, we haven't been seeing each other for that long but I can't help but wonder if I am wasting my time if nothing is going to come out of it. Don't get me wrong, I really like him and care about him but I am not sure it will ever translate to love... He, on the other hand, is deeply in love with me and I don't want to hurt him... <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Hmmmm</span>....</strong></div><div align="justify"><strong></strong> </div><div align="justify"><strong>2. Matt (remember him? The one that used to be in Iraq)</strong></div><div align="justify"><strong></strong> </div><div align="justify"><strong>I have (unsuccessfully) been trying to get Matt out of my head for the last 5 months... He lives on the other side of the country, I don't have any plans for moving that way, he might be moving back within 3 hours of me next year but I may not even be here by then; I have no idea if anything could even happen between us if we did live in the same zip code. But I am strangely drawn to him. I've only met the guy in person once but it was a magical weekend, which made me wonder what could have been... He is one of the two guys I met who I could see myself being with for the long haul... I promised myself to forget about it several times but just when I think I succeed, Matt <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">emailes</span> me or texts me and I am back where I started... </strong></div><div align="justify"><strong></strong> </div><div align="justify"><strong>Why can't I be happy with the guy who is here now and who is in love with me?!</strong></div>Girlie Monkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12235435062142645212noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31130423.post-24482339595444141302008-02-15T09:52:00.000-08:002008-02-15T10:06:19.147-08:00Frust-freaking-rated!!!<div align="justify"><strong>I am sure you all have been dieing to find out what's been going on in my personal life... you are about to get way too much information!!!</strong></div><div align="justify"><strong></strong></div><p align="justify"><strong>So things have been going pretty well with MB but there are 2 complications: </strong></p><ol><li><div align="justify"><strong>MB and I work together. I am not his boss, he is not my boss. We work for the same company in different departments. It's not really against the company policy for us to be dating (I think...) but my boss would flip out if she found out. We've been keeping it a secret at work because I don't want to ruin my relationship with the boss lady, plus I kind of like to keep my private life out of the office any way. Not sure how long we can keep this up though...</strong></div></li><li><div align="justify"><strong>Now for the juicy TMI part... MB and I tried to have sex three times now... What's the problem, you ask... well, "The Pipi" (that's what my best friend calls it and it gets a chuckle out of me every time, for some reason, so I am going to stick with this scientific term) didn't want to cooperate.</strong></div></li></ol><p align="justify"><strong>I am soooo frustrated. We are, however, making progress. The first night Pipi was just dead, despite my skillful efforts. The second night events followed this pattern: dead-alive-dead-alive-dead... Now, last night I was ecstatic to feel it getting stronger and stronger. Pipi was very much alive for a long time up until we got to the point of needing a condom. After a few seconds of looking for one and opening the package, The Pipi died... Happy freaking Valentine's Day to me!</strong></p><p align="justify"><strong>Poor MB! At this point, he kind of wanted to jump out the window. We talked about it for a while. He doesn't understand why it has to work this way. He says it hasn't happened before (except for an occasional mishap after way too many drinks, which I think is totally normal) but he also hasn't been so into any girl in a long time. After dreaming about me for months, his mind is playing tricks on his Pipi. </strong></p><p align="justify"><strong>I am still not giving up but it is getting ridiculous!!!</strong></p>Girlie Monkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12235435062142645212noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31130423.post-69114064111334416822008-02-01T09:52:00.000-08:002008-02-01T10:06:35.959-08:00Reflecting and Contemplating...<div align="justify"><strong>Not sure why I am in such phylosophical mood today...</strong></div><div align="justify"><strong></strong> </div><div align="justify"><strong></strong> </div><div align="justify"><strong></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong> First of all, I am struggling to figure out why I am the way I am when it comes to relationships. It hit me today that I am absolutely terrified of commitment. I knew I had some issues with it before but I never realized how bad it got till now. The reason I am thinking about it is MB and I are doing really well and I think it has a potential to turn into something really serious and I love that idea. I want that to happen but at the same time I kind of find myself suffocating at times. Coming to think of it, I always felt that way at the beginning of a relationship. I really haven't been in a serious relationship in a year and I was single for about 3 years before that one. I am so used to relying on myself and making my onw decisions without having to take anybody else's opinions or plans into consideration, that I find it incredibly difficult to adjust at times. Any suggestions on how to cope would be greatly appreciated.</strong></div><div align="justify"><strong></strong> </div><div align="justify"><strong></strong> </div><div align="justify"><strong></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong> Second of all, I am struggling with keeping up with my friends. I can't say that I have A LOT of friends but I have quite a few and most of them are very close friends. Due to the fact that I've moved around the country and the globe a few times, a lot of them are very far away from me. Granted, Facebook, MySpace, texting and cell phones in general have made the communication a lot easier but I still constantly feel guilty for not talking to certain friends enough. I am really starting to feel like I have too many close long-distance friends. Ok, that's a terrible thing to say and I certainly don't want to lose any of them. I am just struggling to find the right balance between having to do some work, so I can pay the bills and spending hours on Facebook.</strong></div><div align="justify"><strong></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong>In fact, I should be working right now instead of blogging. I guess I should get to it.</strong></div><div align="justify"><strong></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong>Have a great weekend!</strong></div>Girlie Monkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12235435062142645212noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31130423.post-7567987617865696932008-01-30T09:32:00.001-08:002008-01-30T09:45:14.630-08:00The Date Report<div align="justify"><strong>As I mentioned in the previous post, I've been hanging out with this guy MB a lot lately. We've known each other for more than 2 years and became really close friends. Needless to say, I usually can't make the transition from being friends to dating but when MB asked if I wanted to go to dinner at a very nice restaurant (which I mentioned to him was my favorite place to eat in town), we both knew it was a date...</strong></div><div align="justify"><strong></strong> </div><div align="justify"><strong>I was a little nervous about it but once we got there it was just another comfortable evening. I was starving by the time we headed for the restaurant. We ordered a bottle of wine and believe I managed to drink most of it (half of that happened before my steak arrived)... After dinner, we went to the bar in the lower level for a little bit. I had a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Mojito</span>... That was the beginning of the end as it turned out...</strong></div><div align="justify"><strong></strong> </div><div align="justify"><strong>We went back to my place and I invited MB to come up and hang out for a little while longer since it was still early. Well... I had more wine... Then somehow we got to making out and it was amazing... until, all of a sudden, I felt the urge to throw up, so without saying a word (because I couldn't) I ran over to the bathroom... After that, the only thing I could really do was pass out, so MB put me to bed and left.</strong></div><div align="justify"><strong></strong> </div><div align="justify"><strong>Yes, as you can see, I am an awesome date! Now, I really do know that you are not supposed to get wasted on a first date and probably shouldn't do that when you have to be at work at 8am the next morning... Oh well, things happen. MB is still as into me as he was before so stay tuned for more juicy stories.</strong></div><div align="justify"><strong></strong> </div><div align="justify"><strong>Oh and by the way, I had to take the first half of the day after off due to a "migraine" :-))</strong></div>Girlie Monkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12235435062142645212noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31130423.post-54927069242973568692008-01-28T10:58:00.001-08:002008-01-28T11:07:40.849-08:00I know, I know I've been boring!!!<div align="justify"><strong>I've had a lot on my mind lately. Here's a "reader's digest" version of what's been going on in my life:</strong></div><ul><li><div align="justify"><strong>Contemplating a trip half-way around the world to see my family and childhood friends for the first time in 8 years.</strong></div></li><li><div align="justify"><strong>Trying to come up with enough money to finance the said trip...</strong></div></li><li><div align="justify"><strong>Trying to lose 20 lbs in the next 6 weeks </strong></div></li><li><div align="justify"><strong>Finding out that my beloved Grandpa passed away and not being able to make it to his funeral...</strong></div></li><li><div align="justify"><strong>Going to Northern Wisconsin on a business trip and almost dying of hypothermia (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ok</span>, that's a slight <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">exaggeration</span> but I swear I had a couple of close calls). Thank God I made a couple of friends up there and they helped me survive the weather by pouring alcoholic beverages down my throat as soon as we were done working for the day.</strong></div></li><li><div align="justify"><strong>Working a lot in general</strong></div></li><li><div align="justify"><strong>Getting really close with one of the guys I work with. We'll call him MB. We've been hanging out and talking a lot for the last month and a half. No funny business, just friends but he asked me to go to dinner at a very expensive restaurant with him tonight... I think it's a date... I am confused...</strong></div></li><li><div align="justify"><strong>Waiting for the new season of LOST to start this Thursday! Is anyone else as psyched about it as I am?</strong></div></li></ul><p align="justify"><strong><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Toodles</span>!</strong></p>Girlie Monkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12235435062142645212noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31130423.post-14832830299663128642008-01-14T12:45:00.000-08:002008-01-14T13:07:56.042-08:00Apparently Every Building in America has an address... Who would have thunk?!<div align="justify">Imagine me getting into a cab at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">O'Hare</span> International Airport in Chicago trying to go to St. Charles, IL to a resort for a regional meeting last Tuesday morning. Now, just to help your imagination, I was completely exhausted after not sleeping the whole night before due to 12 hours of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">tornadoes</span> (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">WTF</span>? It's January! We are supposed to have snow storms, not <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">tornadoes</span>!!!), so, naturally, I am not in the best of moods even though, I have to say, I am still looking fabulous. Here's how my conversation with the cab driver went:</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">ME: Hi. Do you take credit cards?</div><div align="justify"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Cabby</span> (in a very uncertain voice): Aha... Where to?</div><div align="justify">ME: Such and Such Resort in St. Charles, IL</div><div align="justify"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Cabby</span>: In what city?</div><div align="justify">ME: St. Charles...</div><div align="justify"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Cabby</span>: Huh?</div><div align="justify">ME: You know, the western suburb of Chicago...</div><div align="justify"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Cabby</span>: <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Aaahmmm</span> address (pushing some buttons on his GPS)</div><div align="justify">ME: I do not have the exact address but I have very simple directions on how to get there. (I wasn't very prepared because I was supposed to have a ride from the airport but it fell though - long story)</div><div align="justify"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Cabby</span>: (Grabs the paper with directions from my hands and proceeds to put in my home address, which was on an itinerary, stapled to the directions, into his GPS</div><div align="justify">ME: No, that's not the right address...</div><div align="justify"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Cabby</span>: (10 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">mins</span> later after several unsuccessful attempts) You gave me the wrong address!</div><div align="justify">ME: No... I tried to tell you... Keep going straight, I'll tell you exactly where to turn...</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">After 10 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">mins</span> of silence, my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Cabby</span> comes up with a sacramental phrase...</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Cabby</span>: YOU KNOW...EVERY BUILDING IN AMERICA HAS AN ADDRESS!</div><div align="justify">ME: ??????????</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">The rest of the ride, he told me he didn't think we were going the right way every 5 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">mins</span>. Upon arrival at the resort, he searched his car for about 10 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">mins</span> for a credit card slip (you know, the kind the stores used before they came out with the electronic cc machines; except that he didn't have a machine for it). It took him about 20 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">mins</span> to write down my cred. card info on the slip and call it in to some <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">mysterious</span> person who approved it...</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Needless to say, I took a stretch limo back to the airport the next day for half the price and the driver actually knew where he was going...</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">At least it was educational... </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div>Girlie Monkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12235435062142645212noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31130423.post-64651314681722488932007-12-14T20:14:00.000-08:002007-12-14T20:20:09.049-08:00Oh crap!<div align="justify"><span style="color:#003300;">Yeah... guess how old Brandon is... 21 freaking years old!!! </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#003300;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#003300;">That means... he was 10 years old when I had sex for the first time... I graduated with a Bachelor's degree 3 years before he got his high school diploma... oh never mind, I can go on forever!</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#003300;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#003300;">This sucks! On the other hand... I guess I still got it if a hot 21 year-old is interested in me... and let me tell you... he looks at me like I am the hottest thing he has ever seen! Definitely flattering</span></div>Girlie Monkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12235435062142645212noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31130423.post-73842028610068067072007-12-14T08:38:00.000-08:002007-12-14T08:58:20.684-08:00Too sleepy to come up with a clever title<div align="justify">I know you all are just dying to hear about what's new in my love life! You are not? Well, that's too bad because I am going to tell you any way!</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">It's amazing how my Male Harem could change in just one night. So...</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Gus</span> - never heard from him again. I am relieved because I didn't want to go out with him in the first place but also a little annoyed. I was supposed to be the one to blow him off, not the other way around!!!</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Matt</span> - he is back in the U.S. as of Wednesday but he hasn't really made an effort to contact me via any known ways of modern communication. I was a little sad about it up until last night but I am over it (and you will see why if you continue reading... don't you love the suspense?!)</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Milan</span> - he was part of the group of friends I went out with last night. To make the long story short, he had his chance and he blew it. </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">My Male Harem isn't looking so good but I don't care because I have a date with a super hot guy tonight! We'll call him Brandon... </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Brandon</span> - he lives in the same building where my office is (I work on a college campus) and I've seen him around a lot but we never talked. Well, I bumped into him (literally ) at the night club last night. We ended up hanging out the rest of the night. I even made him dance even though it definitely didn't look like it was his cup of tea. We are going out for drinks tonight, so we'll see... Damn, it's been a long time since I had these butterflies! The best part is the way he looked at me the whole night - like I was the most beautiful creature on Earth. I am a little giddy, can you tell? ;-)</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Oh and, of course, the added bonus was the fact that Milan saw everything that was going on with me and Brandon at the club and wasn't happy about it... Oh well, he may not even realize it yet, but "you snooze - you lose..."</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">I am off to try and figure out how I can make my eyes not look so red and see if I can squeeze in a nap in between work, friend's graduation and my date...</div>Girlie Monkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12235435062142645212noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31130423.post-85507059998896779652007-12-11T11:08:00.000-08:002007-12-11T11:10:57.924-08:00Enlighten me!<div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;">It's about time I got serious about blogging! Most of the blogs I read talk about their stats. How they looked up who's been reading their blog and how those readers got there by googling certain phrases.</span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></strong> </div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;">Call me an idiot but I have no clue where to look for that kind of info...</span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></strong> </div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;">Please enlighten me!!! Anyone?</span></strong></div>Girlie Monkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12235435062142645212noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31130423.post-39342799580023982342007-12-06T10:34:00.000-08:002007-12-11T10:22:50.131-08:00Male Harem - Take 2<div align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;"><strong>When I first started this blog I was at a point in my life where I needed to date around, so I "collected" men for a while. Well... it's time to do so again. Can't say that my male harem is complete at the moment but I am going to work on that. So far, the members are:</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /></span></div><ul><li><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Gus</span> - <strong>someone a friend of mine is trying to set me up with. He seems nice, smart and successful and looking for a serious relationship. Unfortunately, I am not attracted to him at all; however, I will give him a chance. Stay tuned.</strong></span></div></li><li><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Milan</span> - <strong>someone I have known for a couple of years. We have always been friends but there was always a very strong attraction there but the timing was always wrong for anything to happen. We recently made out while we were drunk. Not sure what's going to come out of this one... I like him but he can potentially be trouble for me because we both have very strong personalities, which I like but not sure that can be good for a relationship. On top of that, we are sort of at different points in our lives: he is still in college...</strong></span></div></li><li><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Matt</span> - <strong>Last but definitely not least. Yes, the one who is in Iraq at the moment. We still talk via email and he is coming back in about a week. I know nothing can really happen between us since he'll be living in North Carolina but I just can't let go for some reason. He is someone I can totally see myself marrying, having kids and spending the rest of my life with. So unfair!!!</strong></span></div></li></ul><p align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;"></span></p><p align="justify"><strong><span style="color:#000000;">I'll keep you posted on any new developments or potential members</span></strong></p>Girlie Monkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12235435062142645212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31130423.post-18627292428025414832007-11-19T11:42:00.000-08:002007-12-11T10:23:35.087-08:00WTF? My Ex-Love of My Life<div align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;">I had a little "blast from the past" experience that I'd like to share here. My girlfriend G. (who lives in Illinois, where I spent 3 fine years of my life) called me yesterday to chat. She told me that she went out to a local hang out the night before and ran into someone who had a message for me... That certain someone was Eric - aka the only guy I was truly in love with. I think I may have blogged about him before but don't feel like searching for the link. </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;">To make the long story short, Eric swept me off my feet, made me forget all about being cautious, taught me how to trust a guy I am with, introduced me to his parents, made plans for our future and...messed me up for life by dumping me without an explanation!</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;">I had never been as upset over a boy. I literally laid in bed for a week, didn't eat or drink, just stared at the ceiling. Now, all of this happened more than 3 years ago. While I am completely over Eric and would not want to have anything to do with him, I could never become indifferent to what is going on in his life, for some reason. </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;">Any how, Eric asked G. if she could give me his message. <strong>He wanted me to know that even though he was a jerk at the time and didn't explain anything to me, I was the best girlfriend he had ever had. He felt like he needed to propose to me right then and there but he knew I was going to move away and he didn't think he could ask me to stay just for him, plus he just wasn't ready for a serious commitment at the time...</strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;">What a bunch of bullshit! First of all, I found out later that he actually started seeing someone else before he broke up with me and dated her for about 6 months afterwards. We never talked about me moving away and I actually told him that I wasn't ready to get married at the time when HE started talking about that possibility. WTF? Why did he feel the need to apologize now? He is married; I haven't seen him or talked to him in 3 years. It just bothers me that he is trying to come up with some lame excuses for his piggish behavior when it is way too late.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;">Not sure where I was going with this. Just wanted to vent!</span></div>Girlie Monkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12235435062142645212noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31130423.post-38087912164973944242007-11-14T07:30:00.000-08:002007-12-11T10:23:51.336-08:00WTF? My weird dates - Part 2<div align="justify"><strong><span style="color:#000000;">So the next story is about Brian. We met online a couple of years ago. Seemed to have a good conversation over email and I was excited to meet him. He kind of seemed too good to be true: smart, handsome, successful.</span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="color:#000000;"></span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="color:#000000;">So we went out for a drink... Within the first 15 minutes, Brian asked me if there was something I wanted to share with him that I usually don't share with people... <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Hmmmm</span>... I wasn't sure what he was looking for here, so he said he'd go first... He told me he was a nudist... </span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="color:#000000;"></span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="color:#000000;">Now, I consider myself pretty open-minded so I tried to hear him out (even though, I, all of a sudden, had these images of him running around <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Wal</span>-Mart naked, for some reason). He told me how he found out he liked being naked and I tried to use this as an educational experience for myself by asking questions.</span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="color:#000000;"></span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="color:#000000;">All fine and dandy. Then we went to the movies but the shows were sold out so he suggested watching a movie at his place. Not the best thing to do on the first date but he seemed pretty safe so I agreed. As we are driving to his house he says, "Man! I can't wait to get home and get rid of all of these clothes!" <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Hmmm</span>... Excuse me? You are planning on doing that as soon as you get home? I told him that he couldn't do that while I was around. He proceeded to tell me how it was a very natural thing to do and was nothing sexual. I could totally be down with that had we been dating for a while and already checked out each other's private parts but... on the first date? No thanks!</span></strong></div>Girlie Monkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12235435062142645212noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31130423.post-32229864941708109032007-11-13T07:57:00.000-08:002007-11-13T10:48:43.639-08:00WTF? My weird dates - Part 1<div align="justify"><strong><span style="color:#ff9966;">Since my dating life is non-existent at the moment, I thought I'd entertain you with some stories from the past. I've had my share of dates - some good, some bad and some downright ugly...</span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="color:#ff9966;"></span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="color:#ff9966;">So, the first one that comes to mind is my last date with Trent this past summer. I think I mentioned how Trent and I went to college together and went out on a date once back in 2000. I didn't want to go on a second date with him back then for some reason but couldn't remember why when he re-surfaced in my life a few months ago (thanks to the modern technology, aka <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">facebook</span>).</span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="color:#ff9966;"></span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="color:#ff9966;">I enjoyed talking to him via email so I figured I'd give him another shot and see what happens. We went out for a nice dinner and drinks, had a decent time and I invited him to come in for a bit when he walked me to my door. Well, one thing lead to another and we started making out... <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">OMG</span>! He was the worst kisser ever! I can't even explain it, I just felt like I was kissing a 12-year old who had no idea what to do with his lips/tongue/teeth... <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Grrrgh</span>... <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Hmmm</span> I think I know why our first date 7 years ago didn't lead anywhere... </span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="color:#ff9966;"></span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="color:#ff9966;">To make the matters worse though, he took our making out session to the next level: HE STARTED LICKING MY EYE LIDS!!! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">WTF</span>??? Is that sexy to anybody? Am I the only person who thinks that's creepy? All I kept thinking about was how I was going to wake up with an eye infection from all of that slobber!</span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="color:#ff9966;"></span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="color:#ff9966;">He was a pretty nice guy but I could never bring myself to go out with him again. Just didn't want to be subjected to all of that saliva all over my face. Sorry!</span></strong></div>Girlie Monkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12235435062142645212noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31130423.post-62472141181720800552007-11-06T07:16:00.000-08:002007-11-06T07:22:21.304-08:00I am a victim of my own stalking!<div align="justify"><strong><span style="color:#33ffff;">Is it possible? Damn right, it is!</span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="color:#33ffff;"></span></strong> </div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="color:#33ffff;">M. and I emailed back and forth for a while yesterday and I came to the conclusion that nothing was really going to come out of this. He just didn't seem that into me. I still wasn't ready to give up, however.</span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="color:#33ffff;"></span></strong> </div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="color:#33ffff;">Well, today, feeling lonely and stalkerish, I decided to check and see if he still had a personals profile on yahoo where we originally met 2 years ago. Turns out... he does and he is very active on there. I know it's not a big deal but it actually hurt a lot. I was so into him that I couldn't even think about any other guys, so this just happened to be the last drop.</span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="color:#33ffff;"></span></strong> </div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="color:#33ffff;">I am back to my realistic and cynical self. No more flying on cloud nine.</span></strong></div>Girlie Monkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12235435062142645212noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31130423.post-71643620591322120232007-11-05T09:07:00.000-08:002007-11-05T09:15:47.875-08:00Time Change... Grrrrgh!<div align="justify"><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><strong>OMG! This whole time change screwed me up today! I got to work at 7am!!! Now I didn't forget about it. I changed all of the clocks yesterday but I always use my phone for an alarm and the time on there usually updates automatically, so I didn't even check. Well... it didn't, so I woke up at 5:45am instead of 6:45am! Such an idiot! Oh well, getting a lot of stuff done at work this morning.</strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><strong>As far as M. goes, I was feeling especially vulnerable yesterday (mostly due to PMS). I hadn't heard from M. in 3 days but what concerned me even more was the fact that his emails kept getting shorter and shorter last week and I kind of felt like I was forcing him to talk to me. So, against my better judgement, I decided to email him last night: </strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><strong>"Well it didn't take you long to lose interest... slacker" Tried to keep it light, sort of...And he replied right back""hey im busy! you didn't write me either, my @$#&* queen (I can't disclose the whole nickname he has for me but it's sort of cutesy"Not exactly the answer I was hoping for but better than nothing. I guess not everything is lost yet. </strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><strong>So we emailed back and forth this morning for a while. He mentioned how he was going to surprise his family for Christmas because they all think he is not coming back till January. I was hoping he would mention something about coming to see me in December too but he never did. Well, I am not asking him about it but if he doesn't make any effort to see me by the end of they year, I am going to give up completely. For now, I still have a little bit of hope left.</strong></span></div>Girlie Monkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12235435062142645212noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31130423.post-69266372476459978572007-11-02T13:22:00.000-07:002007-11-02T13:30:47.330-07:00I need to keep busy!<div align="justify"><span style="color:#ff9966;"><strong>Well, I have decided to take the back seat on the whole long distance relationship with M. Whatever happens... happens. My problem is I am a problem solver by nature. I don't like to sit around and wait; I design the plan of attack and start acting. It's gotten me pretty far in the business world but unfortunately, has gotten me in trouble in my personal life quite a few times. </strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ff9966;"><strong>Every time I found someone I really wanted to be with, I somehow managed to screw up by being too pushy.</strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ff9966;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ff9966;"><strong>As hard as it is for me, I am going to try not to do that this time... unless I get really drunk and start drunk-emailing ;-))</strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ff9966;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ff9966;"><strong>Sooooo, since I need to stay extremely busy in order to live up to the above promise, I am trying to come up with things to do this weekend (as luck would have it, I have absolutely no plans as of right now).</strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ff9966;"><strong></strong></span> </div><p align="justify"><span style="color:#ff9966;"><strong>Friday night</strong></span></p><ul><li><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ff9966;"><strong>Get home from work</strong></span></div></li><li><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ff9966;"><strong>Go to the gym</strong></span></div></li><li><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ff9966;"><strong>Clean up the apartment</strong></span></div></li><li><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ff9966;"><strong>Invite a couple of friends over to drink wine</strong></span></div></li></ul><p align="justify"><span style="color:#ff9966;"><strong>Saturday</strong></span></p><ul><li><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ff9966;"><strong>Sleep in</strong></span></div></li><li><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ff9966;"><strong>Go to the gym</strong></span></div></li><li><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ff9966;"><strong>Go to the mall with a friend</strong></span></div></li><li><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ff9966;"><strong>Come home and change clothes</strong></span></div></li><li><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ff9966;"><strong>Go to the Hockey game</strong></span></div></li><li><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ff9966;"><strong>Come home and get ready for a night on the town</strong></span></div></li><li><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ff9966;"><strong>Go out with two favourite girls ever!</strong></span></div></li></ul><p align="justify"><span style="color:#ff9966;"><strong>Sunday</strong></span></p><ul><li><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ff9966;"><strong>Be lazy</strong></span></div></li></ul><p align="justify"><span style="color:#ff9966;"><strong>I think that's a good start, don't you?</strong></span></p>Girlie Monkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12235435062142645212noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31130423.post-16403269490021638622007-11-01T09:39:00.000-07:002007-11-01T09:49:28.290-07:00Update<div align="justify"><span style="color:#ffff99;">This whole "being patient" thing sucks! I am working on it though ;-D<br /><br />M. and I have been emailing back and forth. I am happy. He is doing fine. Luckily, his job in Iraq is not as dangerous as some others. Of course, that doesn't mean he is completely safe but it gives me some comfort!<br /><br />We have not really talked about whether and/or how we are going to see each other in December. I am dieing to bring that up but afraid to blow the whole thing by being to pushy...<br /><br />On a different note, I was messing around one of those sites that help you find classmates, old friends, etc and found this guy I went to school with (grades 1st-8th) whom I hadn't talked to in about 12 years. I sent him an email and he responded with, "Hi, my First Love". Whaaaaaat? I had no idea this guy ever had a crush on me. There were these two other boys in our class that competed for my attention but this one was always just a friend to me... Hmmmm... That felt strangely good to know that someone had a crush on me many years ago... and by the way, he sent me some pictures and he looks amazing. Never thought a skinny little boy could turn into such a good looking man ...</span></div>Girlie Monkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12235435062142645212noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31130423.post-11589386243794531402007-10-29T09:58:00.000-07:002007-10-29T10:28:53.102-07:00I am back with more love life drama than I can handle!<div align="justify"><strong>Not sure if anyone reads this any more but I need to vent.</strong></div><div align="justify"><strong></strong> </div><div align="justify"><strong>A lot of things happened in the last couple of months. The weekend before last changed my life though. I met someone really special... His name is Matt...</strong></div><div align="justify"><strong></strong> </div><div align="justify"><strong>Matt and I met online 2 years ago when I moved to a new town, not knowing a soul. He lived about 45 mins away from here. We spent some time emailing back and forth; tried to meet up a couple of times but never could find the time that worked for both of us. Then I started dating someone and Matt moved away. We lost touch.</strong></div><div align="justify"><strong></strong> </div><div align="justify"><strong>He emailed me a couple of months ago out of the blue. It turned out he was now in Iraq (He is an engineer for the Army) but he came back to the U.S. every month or so. We talked on the phone a few times and texted a lot whenever he was back in the country. He told me he was going to be about 3 hours away from where I live for about 2 weeks this month and offered to meet up.</strong></div><div align="justify"><strong></strong> </div><div align="justify"><strong>I tried to talk him into coming to visit me but he was not allowed to go out of town because of his job so he said I should come visit instead. The whole thing seemed a little shady to me so I wasn't going to go. When the weekend came; however, I had absolutely no plans so I threw caution to the wind and drove for 3.5 hours to meet Matt. </strong></div><div align="justify"><strong></strong> </div><div align="justify"><strong>I was prepared to be disappointed. I figured we would go out for a drink and call it a night...</strong></div><div align="justify"><strong></strong> </div><div align="justify"><strong>We clicked. I can't explain it. He is completely not the type I usually go for but it felt so natural! We ended up doing some bar hopping, drinking mojitos and playing some pool. When it was time to call it a night, we went back to the hotel where we were both staying in separate rooms, mind you :-) It turned out that the hotel was overbooked and I didn't have a room since I didn't check in earlier in the night... So we went to Matt's room (he promised to be a perfect gentleman) and watched some TV cuddling in a chair. The combination of the alcohol we consumed that night and knowing that it was our last chance to see each other for a long time did the trick... I know I sound really cheesy but the night was magical! That's all I am going to say about that. He had to work the next morning and I drove back home. </strong></div><div align="justify"><strong></strong> </div><div align="justify"><strong>I figured that was the end of it. We had a great time but that was it. Well... he called me 15 minutes after I left and... we've been talking non-stop ever since liking each other more and more. Sounds magical, right? Not even! In fact, we are probably in for getting hurt. He went back to Iraq yesterday. He should be back for good in December but... he will be in North Carolina... not exactly driving distance. We both realize that the chances of anything happenning are very slim. I tried to pick a fight with Matt a couple of times secretly hoping that I would piss him off, he would stop talking to me and I would move on before getting hurt... He didn't let me do that. So... I am worried sick about him being in Iraq; waiting for a miracle and wanting to hug him so bad that it causes physical pain...</strong></div><div align="justify"><strong></strong> </div><div align="justify"><strong>Is it stupid and unrealistic of me? Yes, but what if I miss out on something great just because I am scared? I guess part of me still believes in fairy tales...</strong></div><div align="justify"><strong></strong> </div><div align="justify"><strong>Stay tuned</strong></div>Girlie Monkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12235435062142645212noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31130423.post-21283047371293030862007-08-10T10:48:00.000-07:002007-08-10T10:54:56.872-07:00Disclaimer<div align="justify"><strong><span style="color:#ffffcc;">I was told that I talked about myself too much on this blog...</span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="color:#ffffcc;"></span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="color:#ffffcc;">Well, let me clarify something. I am not a writer, I don't claim to be a writer, in fact, English is not even my first language. So this blog's sole purpose is to serve as an outlet for my thoughts and events in my life. If someone wants to read it - fine, if not - I can't blame them. </span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="color:#ffffcc;"></span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="color:#ffffcc;">What I am trying to say is: </span><span style="color:#ff0000;">THIS BLOG IS ABOUT ME - DEAL WITH IT!</span></strong></div>Girlie Monkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12235435062142645212noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31130423.post-47393199479542172132007-08-10T09:29:00.000-07:002007-08-10T09:37:51.737-07:00<div align="justify"><strong><span style="color:#ffcc66;">Well Soccer Stud was absolutely perfect for about 3 days after he came back. He <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">texted</span> me randomly to say "sweet dreams" and see how my day is going and even enjoyed chatting on the phone with me even though he usually hated talking on the phone in general. I was really impressed with the fact that he was trying...</span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="color:#ffcc66;"></span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="color:#ffcc66;">But his "goodness" only lasted for 3 days. I invited him over for dinner on Wed night; he <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">texted</span> me 2 hours later saying that he was having dinner with his roommate and he would call me after he was done eating. Not only did he blow off my invitation, did he call me later that night? Hell no!</span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="color:#ffcc66;"></span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="color:#ffcc66;">Then last night he sent me a text asking about my day like nothing happened! I don't know... it might sound like I am picking on him for every little thing but this kind of behavior seems very disrespectful to me and wouldn't get him very far... </span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="color:#ffcc66;"></span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="color:#ffcc66;">He still has one very little chance with me (just because I still kind of like him and the sex is the best I've ever had) but he really needs to impress me with something right now. Otherwise, he is just not worth my time...</span></strong></div>Girlie Monkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12235435062142645212noreply@blogger.com1