Housesitting

A couple of weeks ago I was house sitting for a friend of mine.  Yes my friend who is ten years older than me so don't think I have some 22 year old friend who had a big beautiful house with lots of tending to while on a fabulous vacation.  She was gone for ten days and the little one and I took care of the home while she was away.  Mystery Man had been dying to take me out again but I really didn't feel like setting aside time for him, away from Tatum...blah blah blah.  I already mentioned before that I didn't feel any attraction to him.  I seriously have been trying to figure that out still but I really don't know why.  I guess he is just not my type.  He wanted to do dinner and a movie, and his birthday was the next day so I kindof felt bad about saying no AND as part of the rules I really couldn't say no.  Although I want to add, I think I should be able to say no after I've already been on the "first day" and you will find out later on that I break the rules with Mystery Man...but that's another story.  He literally sent me a text saying that I should cook him dinner. Uhh...no thanks.  I'm not going to cook you dinner and not even get to make out in the kitchen.  I just made up some excuse and said "no" and plus Tatum was with me so that would have taken hours to prep and actually get done.  I lied to him and said I had already eaten because I didn't want him to bring me food.  WHY DID  I DO THAT? Guess what he brought? Guess...


CHIPOTLE.

Grrr. I didn't say a word about it either.  Guess what else?  I can't remember for the life of me what movie he brought over and we watched.  No, not because we were bangin' the whole movie.  Remember I had the tot with me...she was fussy throughout the whole movie and I even nursed her a couple times in attempt to calm her down.  At one point she fell asleep...geez how long was this movie?...and when she was asleep there was a total awkward moment.  He kinda grabbed me and pulled me over to him but I only got like halfway to him and my head was like on his chest/stomach.  I was totally uncomfortable and I was just wondering how long I could stay like that before getting a cramp in my neck.  All of a sudden I just sat straight up and went back to how I was sitting before.  I could hear him say "sorry" under his breath but the moment was so awkward i just kept silent and prayed for the princess to wake up soon.  The movie got over and I just started talking about how tired I was so he would get the hell out.  Tatum was still asleep, which was my worst fear because O LORD he was going to try and kiss me.  I've never really dodged a kiss before, not that I can remember.  In the past I hadn't ever surrounded myself with men who I am not attracted to.  Well I was right, he did go in for a kiss but I went in for the hug and all he got was a kiss on the forehead.  He seemed a little mad that I was cutting the night short and I totally wasn't even tired after he left but everything about him was soooooooooo awkward.  It wasn't that awkward the night we went out for drinks and the swingers tried to pick me up so why was it awkward now?  I needed to cut things off with him QUICK, before he thought I was leading him on.  I wish I would have kept the texts from that night but I just remember him saying that he liked being flirty with me and I never sent him a text back because I was so weirded out by his choice of words.  I told him the next morning that I had just fallen asleep.  He's still begging me to come over to his apartment sometime soon.  I don't know how many times I'm going to have to say no or come up with some excuse.  I'm breaking the rules but shit, I'm not going to let things get even more awkward by going to his apartment and him trying to awkwardly seduce me.  Sorry dude.

Swingers?

****I need to start off with a disclaimer/information you might not know****

I am a daddys girl! My dad is my best friend.  I am 22 years old and I would rather go hang out with my dad over anybody else.  Sometimes we get weird looks because my dad is a young 43 years old and people think we're a couple sometimes. Hah. That's another story.

I want to start off by saying I did not give Mystery Man enough credit in my mind.  He is such a cutie.  I knew what he looked like but when I got to the bar I was like, ooo, what a cutieeee :) BUT, I was not sexually attracted to him.  Which was weird and I tried to change my mind all night but I couldn't make it happen.  ANYWAYS.  I met him at Big Whiskeys, not the same one I went to with Mr. Perfect.  There are three in town and this was a different one.  He was there before me and text me asking what I wanted to drink so it would be waiting for me when I got there.  I got a long island.  Duh.  We aren't strangers to each other so it's not like we had to introduce ourselves.  We had some nice conversations and he finished his dinner (he had ordered before I got there.)  Everything was going good and it wasn't awkward at all.  Even though we have NOTHING in common, which I'm not saying is a bad thing.  We were sitting outside on the patio and it was actually really nice out.  There was only one open table on the whole patio and it was right next to us so eventually it filled up.  It was a couple.  They came and sat down and right away I noticed that they both looked over at us.  Nothing weird, just seeing who they were sitting next to I guess.  I didn't really think anything of it, they were both young and good looking.  We continued our conversation and I kept noticing that the girl kept looking over.  I started to think "what the hell are you looking at" but Mystery Man never noticed so I didn't say anything.  I blew it off but thennn the guy kept looking over too.  I almost said something to Mystery Man at this point but I didn't know what to say really so I just kept it to myself.  Mystery Man was drinking Jack and Coke and a water on the side so eventually he had to use the restroom.  He excused himself and went inside to use the restroom.  Right away the couple looked over at me and the guy got up.  I was trying not to look over but in the corner of my eye I could see him coming right towards our table. Crap! What was he doing!?  He introduced himself and his girlfriend and I guess you can say he put an offer on the table.  He told me that they are at a point in their relationship where they want to explore and they would like to bring someone else into the picture.  He said his girlfriend was attracted to me and he thought I was sexy, specifically my long brown hair and tan skin. At this point I'm praying for Mystery Man to get back so he can break up this entirely crazy conversation.  The guy says if I am interested to go to the bathroom and his girlfriend will follow me and give me more details.  He assures me they are just normal great people looking for a good time, tells me to have a good night and goes back to his table.  Not two minutes later Mystery Man comes back through the door and at this point I had a million things going through my mind.  Nothing like that has ever happened to me.  This is the kind of stuff you hear about on the internet or in a movie.  I don't tell Mystery Man.  I can't put into words what had just happened so I just keep it to myself.  Now I'm just hoping I don't have to pee the entire time that this couple is here.  I order another long island and this one goes down quick.  I look up after slurping down my drink and I see my dad.  I just smile and laugh.  Mystery Man says hi, and actually knows my dads name because they met the night that I met Mystery Man because my dad was there at the bar with me! AH!  My dads phone was broken.  I hadn't talked to him all day because there was no way to get a hold of him.  I guess my dad had called my sister and she told him where I was.  So he just decided to stop by and see if we were there on his way home.  HAH.  Could this night get any more weird?  I'm sure it could have, but I had enough for one night.  My dad didn't stay long, he just wanted to say hi and not long after he left we decided to leave as well.  Mystery Man walks me to my car, we hug, I thank him for the drinks and we part ways.  I get in my car and I just start laughing.  I text my best friend right away and told her everything and then head home.  I wasn't even home for five minutes  and I get a phone call.  It was Mystery Man.  He said he had forgotten to tell me he was going to the lake this weekend and wanted to invite me.  I already have a birthday party and wedding that day so I told him I couldn't.  I'm so glad this night is over.  WEIRD. AHHH!!

How I met Mystery Man

I was out about a month ago with a group of people for my friends 21st birthday party.  I had never been to this bar before but I knew I had an old friend I went to college with my freshman year that worked there.  She was sitting at the bar when I got there so I went over and talked to her and we ended up talking for quite a while.  Finally got back over to the group I was with and ordered a Woodchuck.  I had noticed that a guy came in and sat with my friend and it looked like her boyfriend I had seen in pictures but I wasn't really sure.  About an hour passes by and she calls me back over.  She introduces me to, what I thought was her boyfriend, her boyfriends brother.  She said he wanted to buy us a shot and it was already sitting right there on the bar.  An ice cold shot of Patron.  This guy must have read my mind because cold tequila shots of Patron with lime and salt are my favorite.  In my mind I was thinking, alright good start.  THEN he started saying that he knew me.  He kept spurting out things; "Your step dad races stock cars." ...yes " and the facts just kept pouring out.  I'm not really sure what my face looked like but he finally realized he was freaking me out and I had no clue who the f*^% he was!  I apologized for not recognizing him and I really didn't know what else to say.  After that awkwardness was out of the way the three of us chatted for a little bit and then I went back to my group of friends.  I went back to the table and got on Facebook.  He said that we had talked on there so I wanted to see if we were still friends.  We weren't.  I put my phone back in my purse and tried to not think about it.  My friend whos 21st birthday it was decided she wanted to head to another bar but I decided to stay where we were with a couple of people.  After she left "Mystery Man" (This is what I have decided to name him.)  came over and asked if I wanted to play pool.  I SUCK at pool and I let him know that but he insisted I was his partner anyways.  We played a couple of games but I didn't converse with him that much because I was kind of weirded out and I wanted to talk to the people I was with instead.  It was around 12:30AM when I decided to head home and I wanted to make my exit quick.  I just knew Mystery Man was going to ask me for my number so I wanted to try and avoid that.  I did.  I said my goodbyes fast, thanked him for the drinks, told him to have a good night and walked out the door fast.  Fast forward to the next morning.  I have a Facebook friend request from him.  I accept and right away he sends me a private message. 

•  So...just wanted to say it was good to see you last night! Thank you for keeping me entertained. Speaking of.. and I didn't want to put you on the spot last night, but I wanted to give you my number. We should get together and get a drink, I had a good time last night.. and maybe we can hone your pool skills as well.

I didn't reply for 6 days.  I didn't know what to say.  I wasn't really looking to date anyone at the time or even talk to any guys at all.  I usually have no problem turning guys down but he was pretty nice, although the meeting was awkward, and I didn't know what to say!

• Heyyyyy. Sorry it's taken so long for me to respond, how rude of me. I don't really go out to drink unless it's for a special occasion. My little one is just shy of 5 months so I'm not comfortable leaving her much yet Had a good time with you though and maybe in the future I'll see you sometime .

Wow.  I sounded so stupid. He then replied back. Right away of course.

• Ok sounds good! And I don't blame you on not wanting to leave her for long. I'm always down for a good night though. Well ill give you my number and maybe you'll use it if you feel like letting your hair down some night. 417-***-**42.

I didn't reply.  I felt bad but maybe if I felt spontaneous in the future I would text him.  Eight days later I got another message from him.

• Hey.. this is the last message I send ya before I feel like "that guy" but if you wanna come down to viola we are camping down here? Katelyn and Dustin are down here. Just lemme know. Ttyl.

Remember Mr. Perfect?  Well he had promised me that we would do something fun when baby went away to he fathers for the first time and we had planned to go to the lake.  Well turns out that weekend wasn't a good weekend for the lake for him.  He had some weird excuses but I blew it off and tried to come up with some other plans.  I posted a status on Facebook about wanting to go to the lake or pool with someone.  Mystery Man obviously saw that and jumped to the opportunity.   At that time I had no other plans yet and I was NOT going to sit at home alone so I messaged him back sending my number.  Long story short, I ended up going to the lake and camping with my family instead of him and his friends but now he had my number.  He is always wanting to go out with me so I'm sure this is not the last you will hear about Mystery Man.

All smiles

Just for the record, I don't think any of my future dates are going to be as glamorous as those with Mr. Perfect.  A friend of mine was having a birthday dinner at a restaurant called HuHot and I planned on going but Mr. Perfect was wanting to go out to dinner and drinks that exact same night, so why not kill two birds with one stone?  I ran the idea by him and told him I totally understood if he wasn't up for it but I wasn't going to know anyone except the birthday girl anyways so it was going to be a bunch of strangers for me too.  Turns out he was my kind of guy.  I love meeting new people so I will usually throw myself into any situation, and he did too!  I did something so stupid.  About an hour before I was supposed to meet him at his house I went to the mall to try and find a shirt and bra.  Was I supposed to wear a nursing bra and an oversized ratty tank top with my boots and skinny jeans?  Luckily my stupidity turned out to be okay, except I totally should have went back to the dressing room and changed because I ended up having to change my bra and shirt in my car in the parking lot of the mall.  Fast forward to dinner.  We had a wonderful time and I was so surprised at how comfortable we were around each other and all of the"strangers" we were having dinner with.  When we were done eating and waiting for my friend to get her birthday desert he put his hand on my leg and gave it a little squeeze.  At this point I'm trying to decide in my mind how much longer I'm going to be able to be around him without jumping his bones.  We got up from dinner and he gave me a kiss on the cheek.  We had decided to part with the group and go get some drinks at a bar nearby.  Fast forward.  The second we got in his truck he leaned over for a kiss.  Yeah, it had to happen sooner or later.  We decided to go get a couple drinks at a place called Big Whiskeys.  It was nice enough that we sat outside on the patio and one of his friends was working and was our server (Hmm...was this planned?)  He orders a vodka sprite and I get a long island.  He gets a second, I don't.  I really didn't want to be one of those girls who is one their phone the entire time they are on a date but he knew I had a little one at home so he knew how paranoid I was about leaving her for the evening.  Next, my mom who is watching the tot calls.  Baby is screaming in the background and my mom says she's tried every thing and cannot get her to stop.  I give my mom some tips and tell her to call me back in 15 minutes if things don't get better.  I never get a call back.  I was definitely feeling the alcohol after only one long island, considering drinking is not really in my book of activities. Mr. Perfect has a truck. A nice big brand new sexy sexy truck.  He promised me I could drive it sometime.  Well...if there was going to be a "sometime."  After hearing my girl crying in the background of the phone call with my mom, I couldn't get her off my mind.  We got back to his place and I sat down on the couch.  He seriously had the most uncomfortable couch I had ever sat on.  It either was years and years old or broken.  It sunk down so much and if you tried to sit on the sides you slid down to the middle of it.  Sitting on it with him was okay though because we couldn't avoid getting close. He was a great kisser but he liked doing something that I thought was totally weird.  He kept telling me to stick my tongue out and then he would suck on it. Was this supposed to turn me on? Weirdooooo.  In my head I was just thinking "O gosh, please stop doing this and take off your shirt so I can look at you."  Btw, he is still Mr. Perfect after doing the sucky tongue thing.  Long sexual story short, things didn't go far because I wouldn't let them but I promise you I got a good feel of those abs.  And he got a good feel of mine too ;)  He walked me out to my car and I thanked him for a wonderful night.  Kissed him goodnight and I was off.  I got preoccupied once I was home with the tot but once I was finally ready to go to bed I got my phone and he had sent me a text; "I like you already.  I want to meet your little girl." Yup, Mr. Perfect.

Mr. Perfect

I met Mr. Perfect at a bar called Midnight Rodeo.  Classy, I know.  I was really pissed off that night and was going to ditch going out but I decided to go out at the last minute.  My dad has this creepy friend, and when I say creepy I mean CREEPY.  He kept wanting to buy me drinks all night long, grabbed me by my waist every time he talked to me and was trying to take home some white trash cougar.  I seem him approaching me for the hundredth time but this time I see two hotties behind him.  HELLO Mr. Perfect (and his other friend.)  He introduces himself, gives me some brief information, buys me a drink and asks me to dance.  I promise that this next statement is true.  I have never given out my number to a guy in a bar.  Mr. Perfect asked me for my number and wanted me to go back to his place.  I told him I wasn't going home with him but it took me about 2 seconds to whip out my phone and get his number.  Over the next week we exchanged numerous text messages and Mr. Perfect even sent a picture.  This is part of how he got his "name".  Mr. Perfect had abs.  He looked like he could be pictured on the cover of Mens Fitness magazine and I knew if we were ever together again I wouldn't be able to resist him.  I specifically told my friends "I don't know how I'm going to keep my hands off him."  Mr. Perfect is a year older than me but he graduated high school the same year as me.  He works for his father who owns 60+ nursing homes in the area.  He lives in a nice part of town in a duplex with his cousin.  I don't think I would have been so attracted to him if he wasn't so funny.  We joked around a lot and I liked that.  I have to say, his looks won me over but he was a sweetheart and any girl that is with him in the future is very very lucky.  We got to know each other pretty well in just a couple of weeks.  In my mind he was to good to be true but that would be put to the test after our first date... 

Peace of mind.

“Promise Yourself

To be so strong that nothing
can disturb your peace of mind.
To talk health, happiness, and prosperity
to every person you meet.

To make all your friends feel
that there is something in them
To look at the sunny side of everything
and make your optimism come true.

To think only the best, to work only for the best,
and to expect only the best.
To be just as enthusiastic about the success of others
as you are about your own.

To forget the mistakes of the past
and press on to the greater achievements of the future.
To wear a cheerful countenance at all times
and give every living creature you meet a smile.

To give so much time to the improvement of yourself
that you have no time to criticize others.
To be too large for worry, too noble for anger, too strong for fear,
and too happy to permit the presence of trouble.

To think well of yourself and to proclaim this fact to the world,
not in loud words but great deeds.
To live in faith that the whole world is on your side
so long as you are true to the best that is in you. ”
― Christian D. Larson

After a heartbreak and a move, I needed this.  I have deleted all of my previous blog posts. Consider that clearing my mind.  Here's to moving on and finding true love and happiness.