Monthly Archives: January 2016

The One With The Blonde Hair, Blue Eyed Marine Pt. 1

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This past summer I had met the most amazing man. I would have to say that our first date was probably the most perfect first date of my life. However, I did cancel on him the first time we had plans because there was no way that a man like him would like someone like me. Anyways… I should of known better given I had found him on Tinder. But, we will get to that.

I met him on a Wednesday night at 6pm for a drink and appetizers at a bar in a hotel downtown. The was about 5’10, very blonde, the most gorgeous blue eyes, marine, and was a big crossfitter. One good looking man. I remember being nervous as hell walking up to the table because when I saw him I’m pretty sure I started to drool. To my surprise, he stood up said, “Look at you!” and gave me a huge hug.

We sat at the table for an hour or two while having a few appetizers and a drink. We talked about everything. Conversation was very easy with him. Drinks turned into dinner. After dinner, we went out for an after dinner drink down the street. He held my hand as we walked to the tequila bar. I had butterflies. We sat down in one of my favorite tequila bars and had a margarita. We talked about hopes, dreams, marriage, family… everything I was simply taken back by him. Randomly, in the middle of our conversation, he leaned in and kissed me. Pinch me! This dude can’t be real.

When our night was coming to an end he walked me to my car which was a couple blocks away. We stood outside my car kissing for awhile. I laid my head on his chest and wrapped my arms around him and thanked him for everything that night. He hugged me back but wouldn’t let me go. He whispered in my ear, “This feels right. I could get used to this.” Our chemistry was insane. Honestly I didn’t want to leave him but at that point it was 11pm on a work night and I still had a 30 minute drive home.

To my surprise, he texted me the next morning asking if I had any plans for that evening. He had a softball game with all of his buddies. It was the championship game and he wanted me to come watch them play and then go out with everyone after. I accepted and drove down to watch the game. He introduced me to his best friend’s wife before the game and I spent the majority of the game talking to her. I was trying to figure out who he was, and she was trying to figure out who I was as well. It was nice though to just sit with her and chat while we watched the guys play.

They ended up winning the championship. We all went out for drinks afterwards. This felt good! Things were easy with him. He made me laugh! We made plans to go out on a dinner date Saturday night. A third date! Maybe this one was going to stick around for awhile! Our first date was 5 hours long, he liked me enough that he wanted to see me the following day, he introduced me to his best friend and best friend’s wife… Things were looking good! — I was wrong. I was SO wrong.

…To Be Continued…

The One With The Ginger Beast

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I should of known the first time this guy blew me off that I was making a bad decision. I had been talking to him for a while before we decided to meet up. We had plans on Saturday night to meet up for a drink. The plan was that I would call him when I was heading back home and I could meet him on the way. When that time came, I called and he didn’t answer. I went home and never heard from him. A week passed and I still hadn’t heard from him. Then one day he texts me with this ridiculous story…

Apparently his roommate had needed him that Saturday night. The roomie had decided to go with this chick from Tinder about an hour and a half north to party for the evening. The chick apparently ditched the drunk roomie and that meant Ginger Beast had to go get him. Cool story bro. Tell it again. I’m not sure how that stopped you from texting me and saying that? But, ok.

Anyways, he told me that story, apologized and asked to meet up and just get to know me. For whatever reason I agreed. Actually, I know the reason. He’s a ginger and a beast. When I say beast… I mean tall and very muscular. I agreed to go to his house to just hang out and chat. (I told my roommate where I was going, don’t freak out). I showed up to his house and he was everything I thought he would be. Ginger. Beard. About 6’2. Jacked. Yes please! We chatted the night away and just learned about each other. He kissed me goodbye and I left.

The next day he asked to take me out to dinner. So we went to dinner. Everything was great. I was very attracted to him and we were able to talk about anything. I hung out with him the majority of that night as well. When I was leaving he said he would see me soon. Kissed me goodbye and I left.

I never heard from him again after that night. I texted him and he didn’t respond. Ghosted. I mean, it’s not the first time I’ve hung out with someone 2-3 times and then they just decide not to be a man about it and give me the silent treatment. Here’s the kicker though… about 3 weeks later I hired a trainer and started training at a new gym. GINGER BEAST WORKS OUT AT THE SAME GYM! Come on! He doesn’t even live remotely close to this gym. How is this even possible?!

At first I wasn’t sure if it was him. But after a double take– I knew it. The worst part is he walks around like he has no idea who I am. But actively avoids me in the gym. I find it hilarious and extremely annoying at the same time. Of course I don’t have the lady balls to go up and say anything to him. But what would I even say?

Well, here’s to making Ginger Beast actively take the long way to the water fountain because I’m in his direct path. Challenge accepted.

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The One Who Tried Too Hard

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This one struck a nerve. I had been talking to this guy for a couple of days. He was eager to meet me. He was 30, owned a couple of businesses, and seemed to really have a lot going for him. He enjoyed spending time in the gym and was definitely my type. I had agreed to meet him for wine one evening after work. He told me 7pm and where to meet him.

I usually workout after work. So I got home about 6:15pm, rushed to shower, change, get all cute and drive myself to meet this guy at 7pm. I even managed to shove some food down my throat because we were meeting at this wine and cheese place. I get to where I’m suppose to be right on time. I texted him to let him know that I was there. He responded saying he was going to be 30 mins late. Seriously!? Couldn’t you have told me that earlier so I didn’t rush myself trying to meet you on time?! Wonderful first impression.

Finally he showed up and we walked into this little wine place. Super quant, not really my style, but I’m going with it. We order some wine and this little meat and cheese plate. We are sitting at the table and for whatever reason this guy feels the need to joke or play around about how amazing the water tastes? I didn’t really get it. Just smiled and laughed. We had some good conversation, minus how many times he commented on the water, and were able to laugh together. He asked about what I wanted in life. Ex’s. “My type”. My dreams. He really seemed like he wanted to get to know me.

When we were done with wine he asked if I wanted to go somewhere else to get dinner. I was under the impression we were not doing dinner– so of course I ate before I met up with him (as mentioned earlier). Somehow I got suckered into it and we went to dinner at a tavern down the street.

For whatever reason he decided that he was going to tell our server it was our one year anniversary and started calling me honey and touching my arms a lot. It freaked me out. This guy thought the WEIRDEST things were hilarious. I couldn’t tell if he was extremely nervous and just talking a lot, or if he was actually an odd ball.

The night ended. I agreed to see him again to give him another chance to see if he was nervous or just strange. Overall I had a good night with him. It wasn’t until 2 days later that I knew I wouldn’t be seeing him ever again. The two days following our date work was nuts and I was very stressed out. I wasn’t able to text as much as I had earlier; I was distracted and busy. My answers weren’t as long to him and my texting wasn’t lightning speed like usual. I woke up to the following text 2 days after our first date. IMG_7932.PNG

WHOA BRO! Now. Given this was sent at 1:26am on a Thursday and he has absolutely no puncuation … I’m going to assume he was drunk. But, this was sent after one date. ONE! I did absolutely nothing wrong. I just wasn’t texting him 24/7. At least I knew now that he was one NEEDY man and that it would never happen. I didn’t even bother to respond. But naturally I screen shotted it to send it to all my girlfriends.

Guys– let me ask you a question. What does a woman have to do in order for you to tell her to go “f**k herself”. REALLY?! Let me remind you this guy is a 30 year old GROWN ASS MAN. Have a little more class.

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