Ta Ta My Lovelies!

I know I haven't written much lately. I think some how my blog that I used to write for me and only me, has become something else entirely.

It started off as a way to diary my crazy dating life. I threw in some cute little comparisons, some smug little stories, a disastrous date here and there, and I really had fun with it. But now, there are so many things going on that I don't want to share, and that leaves little to write.

I'm more than a little worried that some of my past mentions will some how come back to haunt me. While the easy thing would be just to delete everything all together, I just can't bring myself to do that yet.

So for now I'm taking a break, a hiatus, a sabbatical. Maybe when or if I come back, I'll have opened a new chapter in my life and I'll have more fun stories to tell. Until then ta ta my lovelies!

A Perfect Mess

Last Valentines Day I wrote about how Cupid could keep his arrows to himself, and how I didn't want any of that "mess" that came along with feeling pressured to make some gesture just because it was Valentines Day. Last year I went out to dinner with one of my very best girlfriends, we had a delicious meal, a few drinks, and it was better than just about any date I could have imagined. This year wasn't much different. I went to the gym, then to store, then I met a good friend for terrible Mexican food. It was just like any other day, well almost.

I received an early phone call from the FL-TBDL (to be determined later) boy, wishing me a happy Valentines Day. Then when I got to work the FL-TBDL had sent me an e-card telling me how much me misses me and how much he loves me and how he can't wait to see me this weekend. That's right, he's flying in tomorrow, and I couldn't be happier. Then right after lunch I received a Fedex package from him. As I tore into the box I realized it was roses from him. A dozen carefully wrapped, delicate flowers. After unpacking them, cutting the stems, filling the provided vase with plant food and cool tap water, I stood back to look at my work. It was a perfect mess. The buds are supposed to be pink. But they were in the damp packing foam so long they are more of a peachish, greenish, brown. They are molded, the petals are torn, they generally look awful, and I couldn't love them more. While I am upset he spent so much on less than mediocre flowers, it's the thought that counts in my opinion, and his thoughts were definitely on me all day yesterday!

I called to tell him how much I loved them and he ask that I bring them home with me tomorrow afternoon so that he could see them. I just hope they hold together that long! I know he's going to look at them and be disappointed. I know he's going to think he messed up big time by ordering them from an online flower service. But to me, the are just like he and I-a perfect mess!

30-Love?

So I went out with the tennis pro the other night. We met some of my friends out for dinner and drinks. Then we went to one of my fav local bars for some more drinks and a few games of pool. After my friends left, and it was just me and the pro, the game came to an abrupt end.

The conversation went something like this:

Pro: So, I just wanted to tell you that I really like you. I've had so much fun every time we've hung out. I think the past three weeks has been the best of my life. I still get butterflies when I drive over to pick you up for a date.

Me: Thanks, I've had a really good time too.

From the above conversation it sounds like he was really into me. I thought I'd finally met a guy who is not afraid to tell you how he feels and what's on his mind. And that's exactly what he did next.

Then he said: Pro: But I don't want anything serious. I like things the way they are, I don't want a commitment or anything like that.

Huuuum….so maybe I was a little off about how crazy he was about me.

Me: Well that's just fine. I like how things are too!

Pro: So, I need to ask you something. What kind of game are you playing exactly? Because I would like to join in since I can't seem to figure it out. (He said this with a leer, it was very surprising.)

Me: I'm not sure what you're talking about.

Pro: Sure you do. I do everything. I take you to dinner, take you to lunch, bring you flowers, bring you coffee, I even bring you gifts for your stupid dog. What's the deal? When are you going to HAVE SEX WITH ME?? I mean what else do you want? Jeeez.

Me: I was basically speechless at this point.

I told him that we'd discussed this in the past. And that I meant what I said, I'm not a casual sex kind of girl, and that I didn't think a couple of weeks of seeing each other was enough for me to hope in bed with him. I told him I wasn't playing any games because I'd been honest with him, completely honest.

Pro: Fine so lets have a relationship then. (This being said not ten minutes after he told me he wanted to keep things exactly the same.) Then maybe you'll give it up.

Me: No, that's not going to work. I don't understand where this is coming from.

Pro: (Obviously seeing that he needed to change tactics)--taking my hand--Anne, I want to introduce you to my family. It's very important to me.

Me: I've met them remember?

Pro: Oh yeah, well I want to meet your family. I want to do that together.

Me: Well I don't just take guys home that I’m seeing.

Pro: Well (in a poor little me voice) I'm sure I wouldn't be good enough for you family anyway. I mean I don't hunt or fish really. I'm sure you dad would look at me and wonder what the F*&K is my daughter thinking.

Me: My family's not like that. They are great, and they would be happy to meet anyone that I felt close enough to to take home.

Pro: So then we can have sex?

Me: No, I’m sorry but I'm really confused. Do you just want to have sex with someone? Because if that's the deal, then you should just find someone to have sex with. I don't care.

Pro: You’re a bitch.
~By this time I'd had enough. He was basically yelling at me, and other people were starting to look at us. So I went to the ladies room, he paid the check, we argued all the way back to my place then I told him good night, without a chance for him to walk me to the door.

I met with him on Saturday, so we could talk about everything. But I didn't really need to hear it. I'd made up my mind. I felt like every nice thing he'd done was so that he could get me in the sack. And even if that wasn't true, he never disputed that when I ask him about it. So it was over for me anyway, I'd never trust that he didn't have an agenda.

So ended my short lived relationship with the tennis pro. Game Set Match!