One Evening

Last night, at the Feist concert, there was an unsettling, fleeting moment, where I thought I saw Mr. Match.

The Mr. Match that I saw was standing next to a pretty blond who was preggers.  We’re talking maybe 6, 7? months preggers.  I had to take a double take there, just to make sure.

Of course, it wasn’t him, but there was that short span of time there where I thought it could be him, and before I noticed that he was standing next to another girl, another prego girl, I was actually pretty okay with it (the seeing him part, not being with a girl who he would have been sleeping with at the same time as me, based on the little soon-to-be-bambino in the oven).

I was with my mom and I had mentioned that this would probably the type of random concert that, just my luck, I’d run into him at.  I know dudes aren’t typically huge huge fans of Feist, but I don’t know, he liked Imogen Heap and some other seemingly eclectic type singers, so hey, it could happen. 

I gave some thought about how it would be to run into him.  Seeing an ex for the first time after the breakup is never an easy thing, usually something one would try to avoid, or, at the very least, make sure you’re rockin a booby shirt, sleek hair, and sassy shoes (all of which I was not doing last night in the bazillion degree heat that = cute sundress, humid wavy hair, and flip flops).  But I digress.

What I haven’t divulged here is that after writing that post, about sorta kinda wanting to contact him a few weeks ago?, I didn’t end up doing it.  I figured it was a silly idea, there was nothing worthwhile to really say, and for the time being, I’d put the thought on the back burner and let it lie there for a bit.

Which it did.  But I kept thinking about it.  About him and how he was doing.  About the closure that we never really had.  I had no clue what I’d intro with if I actually did contact him, but it was almost feeling like the wondering, the “what ifs” were harder to take than the worst case scenario (him ignoring me, or not responding in a positive manner).  So, I bit the bullet a couple weeks back, and we chatted online for like, 7 minutes.  He asked how I was doing, said he thought of me randomly recently for some silly reason, and we shot the shit for another couple minutes.  The convo ended on a good note (I hate gchat, by the way), both of us saying it was nice to catch up, yadda yadda, on our ways we went.

And that was basically that.  There were no big revelations, nothing huge came out of the whole thing, but after chatting with him, I just felt more at ease with the whole thing.  So when it came around to potentially running into him at last night’s show, I feel like I would be totally okay with that.  And that?  That felt good.

Just not him with a prego chick by his side.  Now that’s pushing it.

 

Unrelated PS- New HOH in the house.  Also, you may have noticed the new header?  I’m not convinced I’m in love with it, but it was getting way too tricky for me to keep messing around with it, and at least it’s still featuring some type of shoe (a must), and now the beach (my oasis).  Thoughts?

 

hey baby, there aint no easy way out

Oooooh boy.

Or, I guess I should really say, not so much on the boys.

I don’t post while I’m at work, and though I’m not silly enough to think that I got a whole lineup of readers eagerly awaiting my Speed Dating tales, I did want to bust out a quick update for the one or two that might swing by for the recap of the evening.  So here I am, 7am on a Friday morning with a towel on, drinking some OJ and ready to tell you about the night…

Which was basically a bust.

Not so much the evening itself.  Dinner was pretty good, flatbread pizza and Riesling is a weird combo but it works, it’s not easy walking crowded streets, many blocks in heels, EVOO (Extra Virgin Olive Oil- did you know that?  Rachel Ray?) stains, and arriving fashionably late to an event like this is actually very okay. 

We arrived to the bar where we were welcomed by a slew of GREEN! CELTICS! SHIRTS! everywhere.  Lots of green, lots of dudes, Mardis Gras beads at the door?, big flat screen tv’s, a well made tanqueray & tonic, a nice atmosphere.  Truth be told, we were more content just staying put here, where all this was happening.  On the stairs, a little mini sign reads, “Speed Dating, downstairs, 8pm.”  Well by now it’s 8:45 and we’re not sure we really want to do this.

But, we paid our $22 dollars so we at least wanted to check it out.  We head to the dungeon downstairs, where there is absolutely no music, no game on, pretty dead silence, 4 guys sitting at the bar, about 7 girls sitting around, and one man who wants to check us in, with a whistle around his neck.

Yikes.

We scope the room, we look at each other, and we decide…. no.

We just couldn’t do it.  We did ask some questions, like “is this it?” and, “are you serious?” and questions about the guy to girl ratio (7 to 12- what?), and some questions about getting our loot back.  Which was a dead end; there is no getting money back within 24 hours so we chalked this one up to who knows what, and headed our bad selves back upstairs.

All in all the night was a good one.  Good game, good company, met a guy with a good head of hair who lives right next door to my favorite icecream place in town (sweet), and exchanged numbers (bonus).  Though I didn’t meet Mr. Wonderful, the night was still a good one, and now at least I know that I’m done my stint with the hyper relationing Speed Dating.

Happy Friday and happy weekend!

Oh, I’m going to see Tom Petty tomorrow and I’m damn excited. 

Ciao.

 

I won’t do it.

What is it they* say?  You have to get under someone to get over someone?

Something like that?

On my drive to work this morning I drafted out an email in my mind of what I would say to Mr. Match if I just wanted to drop him a line to check in.  You know, see how he’s doing without me and wish him a fun summer or something.

Lame-o, I know.

It’s different than I’m used to.  With my most recent ex, that ex, I was the one who ended things.  So I guess, ball was sort of in my court then; if we got in touch, it was usually me that did the initiating of it all, because I told him I needed some time and space.  Some distance.

I don’t know, is it different if it’s the other way around?  I mean, he very well could have contacted me and I would have replied.  I just don’t know if the rules are different if you’re the one who does the dumping, or you’re the dumpee.

The thing is, I don’t even know what I would say to Mr. Match.  That whole car-ride-email-drafting thing I did this morning didn’t get me too far.  Things I thought up to say seemed quite trite and pretty stupid, honestly. 

“Hi Match.  This coming weekend is the wedding of your best friend that I was invited to with you.  What time you picking me up?

“Hi Match.  Sex and the City comes out on Friday.  Remember when you sent me the link for the preview online?”

“Hi Match.  It’s been just over a month, should I be over you by now?”

“Oh hey Match.  I miss your hair.”

Yeah, not so much.

I won’t email him.  Or call.  It’s a good thing I’ve decided (as of yesterday) that I’m laying off the booze a spec during the week (strapless bridesmaid dress to wear in August).  Otherwise it might be tricky for me to steer clear of the Drunk Text.

What?

 

*Who are “they” anyway?

 

baaaack.

Well hello blogworld!  I’m back!  My time away in Cali seemed to just breeze by in a minute.  Some highlights from my trip include:

• Some good pool time, which gave me the opportunity to finally finish reading The Kite Runner (I know I’ve been talking about it for months), and to start reading this, which was a sweet gift from a co-worker before I left!
• Ooooh!!  Speaking of gifts!!!!  Remember this ring that I had on my birthday wish list last week?!!  Well guess what?  My good good bloggy-turned-real-life friend Miss Nilsa went ahead and ordered it up just for me, and it was waiting in a little envelope when I returned last night!  Thank you SO much lady!
• This:



• And this:



• A new Coach purse that I gifted myself from the outlet store that my mom and I spent several hours at one afternoon.
• Definitely lots of good, really quality time with my mom.
• This new little ditty, similar to the one I was eyeing last week:

(little bit sunburned?)

• HOLY HELL.  Meeting these guys:

(Yeah, I know.  The cuteness.  I’m tearing up again just posting these.  5 weeks!)

• Birthday martinis.  Blueberry Lemondrop.  To die for.
• Lots of plane time.  This wasn’t actually a “highlight” per se, but it did give me lots of thinking time.  I reflected on a conversation that Mr. Match and I had where he said he didn’t like that I used “woot.”  Red flag #36!  Though I do miss his big bear hugs and his HOH, I do not, my friends, miss that type of shit.  Oof.

There’s lots more to report from my Cali excursion, but for now I’m off with my roommate and some friends for a belated little birthday dinner and drinks!

Can someone please explain these new quilt-esque avatars that are going on lately?

 

off of the ship that was in lukewarm water

*Lengthy post ahead… proceed with caution.*

Today I am wearing a cute new, black & white shirt from Express, black capris, and one of my favorite pairs of red shoes.

Granted I don’t usually go on about what outfits I might be strutting whilst composing posts, yet today, I thought it was pertinent.

A good friend once told me (and I can’t remember the exact wording, but the sentiment isn’t lost), if you’re not feeling your best, dressing in a cute outfit, makes you feel better.

So what I’m saying is, though I’m not feeling great (understatement) today, I at least am not a walking picture of sulk.  I at least have that going for me.

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I’ve been thinking about how to appropriately write this post. 

I’ve been staring at a blinking cursor for ten minutes.

 

Mr. Match man and I are no longer.

I just had this feeling that something was off.  After last week’s really tough 24 hour span that we spent together after my grandmother’s funeral, where we were bickery and skutchy (made up word) with each other off and on all day, I had a gut sense that things were just not… right.  But, he was the one who assured me, over and over, “Brookem, let’s just chalk this up to a bad day and go forward.  It would be a shame to call it quits after what just seems to be a bad 24 hours.”

I was leary, but I agreed.  Reluctantly, I agreed.  I liked him.  I wanted it to work with him.  Yet I remember, when we were talking about it all earlier that day, talking about us, I remember talking about the idea that two people can sometimes really get on well, be into each other, yet that does not always equal compatibility.  I remember, clearly, discussing this, but what really sticks out, is the feeling that I had when we talked about it.  Relief.  I felt almost as though a weight had been lifted, once that all was thrown out on the table.  The more I thought about it, the more I realized, that kind of thing can happen.  You can be really into someone, but that doesn’t necessarily a great relationship make.

Anyway, interesting enough, he was the one trying to convince me.  He was the one saying how much he liked me and wanted things to work with us.  I liked him enough too to at least not just throw my hands up in the air after a bad day and say screw the whole thing, so I went with it.  We took a week off from seeing each other.  I sent him a heartfelt email at the end of last week, thanking him for being so very supportive during this difficult time I’ve been going through, and how much that has meant to me.  He thanked me for the email (through text), but didn’t reply.  That was all fine, afterall, I didn’t write the email to warrent his response.  I wrote it for me.

Since then, things have seemed different.  He had been a little slower to respond to me, slower to initiate contact and just overall, I got the sense that things were different.  Something had shifted.  Of course, being the overanalyzer that I am, and The Crazy in me unable to be silenced, I thought the worst.  He’s done, I told my close friends.  No way, they reassured me.  He’s so into you.

I just figured he was giving me the space that I said that I was looking for.  That I said I needed.  That I do need, to find some sense of balance back in my life after all that has gone down.  When I said space, I didn’t mean space from him, but I wondered whether he took it as that.

Well, he didn’t.  He took the space because he wanted it.  I just had this feeling.  This feeling that things were no longer on the same page with us. 

When we talked last night, he was saying words to me that I felt like I could have scripted out.  I knew what he was about to say before he even said it.  I had been feeling this coming, preparing for this for the past few days.  It was a suprise, but really, it wasn’t.                                                    

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There were lots of little things with us.  Little things about each other, that just… got on each of our nerves.  And truth be told, it wasn’t just a snapshot in time, just a bad 24 hour stint.  It was little things that came up here and there, and though they were just that, minor, little things, the little things add up.

They added up.

I am upset that it’s over.  I mean, I liked him, I really did.  I put myself out there, kept on trucking, past date four and five and then onto eight and nine, until I lost count of what date we were on.  I continued on seeing him, got myself past my Jump Ship stage, and was feeling pretty okay about things.  He was the one that seemed more into it than me.  I kept going with it, trying not to be so damn attached to the outcome.

The thing is, it was all very lukewarm.  I liked him, he liked me, but there were things.  Stuff was grating on us about each other, as much as we both wanted it to work, as much as we both really do like each other, it just wasn’t meant to be.  And really, the thing is, I know it all takes work, but, should it take this much work, so soon?  I don’t think so.

And that’s still kind of sad.  I feel dissapointed that it ended.  Dissapointed and sad that it’s over.  Perhaps I kind of had an inkling, and it very well could have been that I would have been the one calling it quits two weeks from now, who knows.  And I’m sad that he ended it, and not me.  As if that really even matters, but still.  Who likes to be on the receiving end of this type of thing?  Even if you do kind of agree with it all, rejection never feels good.  It just doesn’t; no matter how much “sense” it all makes.  I’ve never been on this side of things, always the one to end things first.  I wouldn’t say that position is any easier or better or more ideal.  Both suck.  This is just different.

I guess it’s better that it happened sooner, rather than later.  I know in my heart that it’s good that I saw this one through, for what it’s worth, the whole experience certaintly was not for nothing.  I know that this will end up being one of those “learning” and “growing” experiences for me.  Eventually.

We both like each other, it’s just not meant to be.

Oh, and timing sucks.

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So, today I’m wearing that cute outfit.  And I’m keeping my fingers crossed that my friend is right.

 

 

Now please excuse me while I ponder what after(?) work cocktails I will be seeing my way to today.

 

confession

Never been a big fan of Justin Bobby, but I have to (embarrassingly) admit, something? about him tonight, was a bit attractive.*  I finally, for one quick second, saw the appeal.  Maybe it was because his nasty HOH wasn’t so unruly?  Maybe because the whole Audrina/Justin Bobby interaction was sans any out-loud burps on his part?  And he appeared to really genuinely miss her?  And I’m a sucker for bad boys?  

Thoughts? 

 

 

 

*I know, I’m totally going to hell for even thinking such a thing. 

 

2007

The less I seek my source for some definitive
The closer I am to fine  

It’s almost New Years and I’ve been tagged to do a little recapski of the year and I just don’t know where to really begin.

This year, I am again fortunate enough to say that I have been surrounded by and blessed with a wonderful family.   Family that has been through a heck of a lot this year.   You know that saying, “when life hands you lemons, make lemonade?”  Welp, with the lemons my family, my grandparents in particular, have been handed this year, I swear I could be whipping up lemonade drinks for all of you and your friends, for a long while!  (alcoholic versions, of course)  It’s been a tough year with what has been going on.   Looks as though things aren’t looking so good for the start of 2008 either.  The health of my grandfather is worse than we had once thought.  It’s bad.  That’s all I can really bear to write at this point.  But, one thing I know for sure is that I couldn’t be more fortunate, more grateful, and feel more blessed for the wonderful family I do have.   We’re going through a lot, but we have such a strong family, have each other, and we are rallying up.  Trying to deal.  The best we can.  

And then there’s my friends.  My amazing, wonderful, charismatic, hysterical, exciting group of friends.   For them I am so completely grateful and I swear not a day goes by that I don’t realize how good I’ve got it.   These friends, we’ve have been there with each other through it all.   The good the bad and the not so pretty.  The late nights, the run ins with exes, heartaches and triumphs, disappointments and accomplishments.   We’ve all been together, through thick and thin.  These friends I’ve got, them and my family, are one constant I got going in my life.  When life is so fragile and delicate and can really change in the blink of an eye, it’s so comforting to know that I have so many wonderful people with me in my corner.

I’ve been there and done a lot this year.  Competed in two triathlons, took several enriching writing classes and seminars.  Tried new foods and dated different types of men.  I even learned how to (almost) master uploading pictures on this here blog, and yes, I do consider that an Accomplishment of 2007.  There have been so many little moments.  Those small moments in a converstion with a best friend, the inside jokes, the words that don’t need to be said but that are shared accross the table over a lowe lip bite and another sip of beer.  Those many moments that pass by all too quickly.  The feeling in a day when you have the sense that all is just right.  So many little, special, unique moments that I’ve taken in over a year.  Too many to list out here, but all tucked away as meaningful memories in my heart.

Oh, and then there’s the traveling I’ve done this year.  Traveling, which I just can’t seem to get enough of, for I’m forever in search of a little getaway.  I’ve vacay-ed in Miami and Myrtle Beach, Reno and Lake Tahoe, long weekends in NH, Maine, the Cape and NY.   I hope to keep with this travel trend in the year to come too because I find that getting the heck out of dodge just does wonders for restoring the soul and gaining new perspective and realizing that there is so much more than just the city I live in and the sights I see every day.  And also, getting out? even for a day or two, as sweet and wonderful as it is and for all it’s good, it really makes one appreciate home that much more too.

And I have a wonderful home, or apartment rather.  A roof over my head which I think during a year long recap is actually something to recognize because so many people do not have this.  A cozy apartment that I share with someone who is not only just a “roommate” but who is also a best friend.   A cat who is pumped when I arrive back at these digs every day, who loves me with no question and just so happens to be a good snuggler too.   A dependable guy in my life, who’da thunk?!

Ah, relationships.  There have been a few this year, although nothing wickedly awesome to speak of.   I took off 2007 with my heart a little heavy over a certain someone who I had that kind of unrequited love with.   Were distances shorter, timing different, maybe things with he and I would work.   But I finally realized it was time to let that hope go, not let it keep that grip on me as it had so successfully done for so long.   And I eventually learned how to be (pretty mostly) okay with that.   And there have been other men.  Men I’ve dated who have most certainly been duds.  Men who I’ve dated who I just haven’t felt that zsa zsa zsu with.   Men who I’ve felt it with but it just wasn’t meant to be.  Ah, yet through all of these dates, I guess I can say one thing.   I have learned even more what I want by sometimes getting what I don’t.  And learning, well that’s got to be a good thing right?   Getting a little bit closer to fine, relationship wise, I have to feel like that’s what I’ve done.   And sure, some of this learning was at the cost of a couple heartaches and disappointments, but in the end, worth it, because I am able to say that I have grown.

I have grown stronger, more independent.  More confident and sure of myself.  More aware of who I am, the type of friend, lover, daughter, date, and all around person that I want to be.  This year has had it’s ups and downs for sure, but I am able to say that I have lived authentically and loved passionately, and for that, I feel thankful.  I’m ready to say goodbye to 2007, close that chapter and be on to the next.   

Ready for new beginnings.  

Much happiness and many good things to all of you and your loved ones in the year ahead.

 

mystery HOH and the rest of the questions

New HOH in the house!  Can you guess who it is?  Hint: He’s a blogger, likes wearing Santa hats, enjoys long walks on the beach, and has a new baby girl.

I am not going to say that I read his blog solely based on The HOH alone, because that would unfair.  I would however, be lying if I did not say that The HOH (obviously) earns this particular blogger big bonus points in my books.

And onto other news….

The Second Installment of Questions, continued from the first batch:

What do you miss most about your childhood?  Jelly shoes.  And that carefree, free-spirit, naive feeling that I associate with them.  And not having to pay bills!  Sometimes, living with both my mom and my dad, the three of us together. 

Finish this sentence: “Happiness is a thing called”…Retail therapy.  A martini from this bar.  Shoe shopping.  A good haircut and mani/pedi.  A sincere compliment.  Feeling content, and centered.

What is your favorite place you have traveled to? If you could go anywhere, where would you go?  One of my most favorite, recent vacations was to Miami last year.  It was just for four days, but so relaxing, with jacuzzis, pool bars, and buckets of beer delivered to us on the beach.  And we met Ami and Nunez!  Obviously also Lake Tahoe is one of my all time favorite places I’ve traveled to.  I really enjoyed Myrtle Beach too.  Places I’d love to go one day?  Ireland, Alaska, London, Italy, Hawaii.

What is your most favourite Christmas memory?  Some of the best memories I have are from when my dad lived closer.  I’d spend the earlier part of Christmas Eve with my mom’s family, then go to my dad’s side, where we’d sit around and sing the 12 Days of Christmas with my cousin playing the piano.  I remember the drives back to my dad’s house at the end of the night, listening to Christmas music on the radio together.  And Christmas morning with him, opening presents together and then going off to my mom’s to open gifts.  It was a lot of back and forth, and in hindsight, although at the time I felt sometimes torn on who to spend the holiday with?, I had some of the best, most memorable holidays back then.  They were often cramped and rushed and back and forthed, but they were so… special.

How many kids do you want? Any? Boys/girls? Names?  Definitely want some kiddies one day.  If I could pick?  I’d want two or three.  But I would be happy with any number, as long as the child was healthy.  I like the names Aiden, Emma, Jacqueline, Zach, Melanie, and Jack.

Would you rather live in a nice house in the suburbs with a big yard or a great little condo in the city close to everything?  Right now?  I’d chose the great condo in the city close to everything.  When I’m married with little ones?  Suburbs.  Big yard.  Garden.  Etc.

Given the option, would you be a stay at home mom?  For a good chunk of time I think I would.  Eventually as the kids grew up a bit, I’d want to go back to work again.

What are you most proud of, and why?  Well, I’m pretty proud of the fact that I have my graduate degree, and I got it at a pretty young age, considering.  I was just turning 23 when I graduated.  I put in a lot of hard work the summer right out of college to complete the program in one additional year.  It was definitely worth it though.  

What is your favorite cocktail?  Oh!  I’m in my element now.  Cocktail cocktail, I like a good gin and juice.  I like my gin with sprite and a little cranberry.  I’m also a big beer girl.  I love a cold beer.

I haven’t gone through your entire archives, but how did you come up with Skrinkering Hearts?  Well, my girlfriends and I basically made up the word skrinker back in college.  The explanation of it all can be found here.

Would you date a guy whose hair you didn’t like?  Ha, good question!  Well, I’ve done it before.  And admittedly, I was a spec annoying about it.  Trying to get him to use less gel, grow it out, funk it up a bit.  He, needless to say, and understandably, didn’t appreciate my antics all too much.  Then again, he just wasn’t the right guy.  And the hair?  It was just something I could easily pick on him for.  If the guy was right?  Yes, I’d date one without a wonderful HOH, but it wouldn’t be my first choice, I’m not gonna lie.

If you HAD to choose between buying a bag or buying shoes, which would you pick?  Oof!  Um, shoot.  As we speak I am on NY&Co (everything is 50% off today, go!)… and I’m currently tossing up getting a new bag, or new pair of shoes.  Aww screw it, I’ll get both.  But if I had to choose?  Shoes.  I think.  Eek, this is one of the toughest questions yet! 

What’s your favorite outfit to wear- any day, any occasion. Just the over-all favorite. And WHY?  This is a tough one for me too!  I guess it all depends on the occasion.  I have these pair of jeans that I got on the cheap from Old Navy that are wicked comfy, and always get me some good compliments.  So I’d go with those…. aaaaannnd, probably my red heels (either the peep toe ones or the other pair, but definitely a red shoe), and I have this black shirt with some type of rouching?/gathering on the sleeves and under the boobs, so that it’s kind of more snug up top, and then it empire waists itself out (wow, that sounds really quite confusing and intricate and really, it’s a cute, simple black shirt that’s on the sassy-er side and makes me feel good!).  I hope that made sense.  I’d add in some type of silver earrings, either my “m” necklace or my other favorite that kinda looks similar to this, and be good to go!  I guess this is the one I’d pick because I feel comfortable and confident in it. 

I also want to know the status with the firefighter.  Oh.  The firefighter has a live in girlfriend who apparently is a knockout.  I found out this piece of information from my cab driver. (I say “my cabdriver” and I mean it.  He gave me his personal cell number to use at any time.  Sketchy you say?  Maybe.  Convenient?  Absolutely.)  I haven’t seen Mr. F in a while though.  I guess that’s a thing of the past now that I know he’s coupled up.  Le sigh, another one bites the dust.

All I can ask, dear brookem, is for advice when I adopt little George Michael in the new year.  Aww, I cannot WAIT for you to get a kitty!  Well, my advice?  Don’t go to the humane society unless you plan on getting him that day!  Otherwise?  You’ll be sitting in your car driving home calling up a friend with tears in your eyes, because the kitty you had your eye on cannot be put on hold for one day.  Truly, just go in there with an open mind.  You may have a color/gender/etc. in mind, but when it comes down to it, you’ll be in there, holding all the different kitties, and you’re gonna just KNOW.  You think you don’t like black cats?  Well you wait until one curls up in your arms and falls asleep, purring as he snuggles himself into you.  You’ll know when you find him.  Little Georgie!

What is your best Halloween costume ever?  I once dressed up as a present.  I cut out legs into a large, life size box, wrapped that beast up with wrapping paper, put a bow on my head, and voila!  It was all very 80’s and not one I’d bust out again, but looking back, damn, kudos to me for pulling that number off so nicely.

Worst Christmas present ever received?  Ha, just this year actually!  At our company Christmas party.  We each had to bring in a gift for the Yankee Swap that was about $15.  There was one doozy of a gift thrown in, a joke gift.  Well, I thought I was in the clear, because I got the number 1!, got to choose at the end out of all of the gifts!  So I had a nice Red Sox fleece blanket in my hands (so comfy and cozy and I was SO amused), next thing I know, my boss says the wild card needs to go.  Someone picks the wild gift, hates it, is able to switch with anyone, takes my blanket!!, and I end up with… wait for it… a Chicago White Sox 1997 busted Christmas ornament.  Swell.

Worst tequila night?  Oh man.  Welp, I spring breaked in Mexico, so you could handpick a night from there and that might begin to capture it.  I pretty much can’t do tequila now (sorry Brandy), other than margaritas, which I love.  Straight up tequila shots?  I did enough of them in Cancun to last me a LIFETIME.  By the time I figured out that the crunchy stuff I was chewing on was in fact the Dos Equis bottle that had somehow broken, and not the chips in front of me, I knew tequila and I were pretty much over.  Oof.

Worst kiss?  The 36 year old man (you’d think he would have been a little more seasoned!) who came AT ME with his tongue OUT and did the whole stab and jab thing in my mouth.  Eek.  Nasty.  Not good at all.  I just ran into him last night when I was out to dinner too.  Go flippin figure!

And that’s a wrap!  Thank you to everyone who joined in on the “fun!”

 

Yeah, I do miss Dawson’s Creek.

New HOH in the house!

Jensen huh?  You don’t hear that name too often.

Last night as I was visiting with my little elderly friend, while watching Al Roker and the Rockefeller Center’s tree lighting, with musical guest Josh Grobon, this was said to me:

“Now there’s a good looking man.  Good hair.  Would you like me to wrap him up and put him under the tree for you this year?”

I’ll let you all sit with that little tidbit, and imagine the conversation that ensued about H’sOH and such.

Oh, and for the record?  I strongly dislike the Miss Bliss years of SBTB. 

 

Turkey for the girls and turkey for the boys,

…My favorite kind of pants are corduroys. 

It was my girlfriend M’s birthday, so a group of us were together earlier for dinner, afterwards hitting a local pub along with along with everyone else from town reuniting on the night before Thanksgiving.

It wasn’t the town where I grew up, but it was my Roommate’s and M’s.  We waited in line to get in to a bar jam packed with what appeared to be just turned 21 year old, mini-skirted, primped up girls and spiked/geled, cologned dudes, ready to reunite with old high school flames.  It was a typical night before Thanksgiving thing, seeing everyone you haven’t seen in years, many getting all dolled up to do so.  We felt old.  Seven years out of high school will do that to you, especially when you’re in a place filled with local townie kids who are home for the holiday during their first semester of college.

There were a few random assortments of people our age there, some older.  Roommate and I played a game called “how long ago did they graduate?,” and we pegged the oldest as 30 years ago.

I didn’t know anyone really.  M and Roommate were on the lookout for high school friends, Roommate hoping to not bump into an old ex, me trying to keep my eyes peeled for him or anyone else who could be a potential wrong encounter (or right?) for either of them, when Roommate grabbed my elbow as we made our way from the small one stall bathroom back to the bar for another draft.

Roommate: Okay.  I see someone you may or may not want to see.

Me: (Going through a mental list, coming up blank)…. Oh God.  Who?

Roommate:  And I just made eye contact with him.

And wouldn’t you know, it was the guy I just had the talk with over coffee last week.  The one who sent the flowers?  Confrontation was now inevitable.  I was okay with that, knew that since Roommate had seen him, he saw her see him, that we had to go over.  And I was okay with it, remember- he’s just so nice.

So we did, go over.  And he was surprised.  And sitting there, with all of his friends.  The friends he asked me to meet the week before and I had politely declined, opting for an evening at home with Clinton and Stacy.

He introduced me to them and I got a nice, friendly vibe, but also the “ohhhhh….Brooookem” I’ve heard about you, feel to it.  Seeing him wasn’t awkward, the friends part was verging on it. 

So he bought us all a round of beers.  We enjoyed them together, chatted briefly and all went well.  Nothing tragic or anything.

Just another one of those situations that’s the definition of my life.  I mean really.  We’re out in a town where I hardly know anyone, my close friends are looking for people they know, and I’m the one to meet up with a guy who I just nixed any further dates with the week before. 

Only to me.