Not your average work party

So I have been very fortunate in the fact that 3 years ago a placement agency found me the best office to work at ever. Usually we are all shipped off to Mississauga for the Christmas party but this year got to organize a party of our own and whoop it up in Vancouver. This story may not include a date per say, but it does slightly back up my theory that I attract a lot of the wrong people.

THE GOOD, THE BAD, AND THE UGLY


Oh, where do I even start? Actually the beginning of the evening was fine. We had a wonderful dinner and then went to a bar and had a few beers. After that my boss really wanted to go to the Roxy. I don't know what it was but I had previously expressed that I didn't really want to go to the Roxy. I had no real reason why except that I just wasn't feeling it, but when my boss has her mind set on something there's no going back. Which may be part of how she shimmied into the bar with another group and left us stranded. In her defense she thought we were right behind her. This is where we lost 3 of our group as they decided to pack it in. The 4 of us were going to stick it out and I went up to bat to try and talk ourselves in with the bouncer. Now, I am not a talker by any means (I'm the one my friends bring up with them to stick out my cleavage and look pretty)so we ended up having to stick it out in line. This is where we lost 2 more from our group as it was beginning to become to much of a wait for them. In hind sight this is probably where I should have just packed it in but by that time my determination had overtaken my undesirable feelings of the Roxy.

It was once inside the club where things got entertaining. After a few more beers it was time to tackle the bathroom (you ladies know what I'm talking about, it can get pretty disgusting mid-night with a bunch of sloppy drinkers and girls who can't hold their liquor). After doing my business and trying to touch the least amount of surfaces possible I get accosted by an older lady who grabbed me by both arms and complimented me on my dress/appearance. She said I looked like I was in my twenties and kept complimenting me on my skin and my 'structure'. When I was able to free myself from her boa constrictor like grip and didn't return any of her advances her story quickly changed in which she stated 'you know I really thought you were in your thirties, I was just blowing smoke up your ass'. Nice. Nothing like showing your UGLY side when things don't go your way.


There was a guy who kept walking by our table throughout the evening. I could see he was checking me out and since he was fairly easy on the eyes I made sure to make some eye contact and give him a smile. He ended up coming up to me and we started talking. Once last call was done and they turned on the lights to get us the fuck out he charmed my boss and I (my co worker had made his exit an hour before)into going to an after hours place. Now here's the thing, most people have this switch or button inside them that at some point in the night/morning will tell them it's time to stop drinking. Sometimes my switch doesn't work (or needs someone to switch it for me)and this night was one of them. My boss seems to be the same type so at that moment in time we thought it was a great idea. So we get to the after hours place and my new friend see's one of his old buddies and goes and talks to him. The host asked if we wanted a table and that if we did there was a man on his own that would like to share it with us. We are nice friendly people so of course we said okay.


It was an older gentleman and he had been out on the town with a couple friends and was the only one who wanted to grab a bite to eat afterwards. We shared a few pots of 'tea' over our second Chinese meal of the evening. He was getting a little flirty over me which was flattering except that he was probably close to my fathers age. Besides, in my drunken mess I was still all moon-eyed over the other guy who was switching back and forth from our table and his friends. We asked what the older man did for a living and he said he was a police officer. EXCUSE ME?! Now I'm not sure if he knew this was an after hours place to begin with or not. But we were sitting with an police officer in an after hours restaurant and he kept pouring us beer. Errr, sorry 'tea'. He even insisted on paying for the meal even when we said no and that it would be all expended anyways because it was a work function. We thanked him and gave him a hug upon leaving. He was a very GOOD man who just wanted some company to enjoy with his meal.


So obviously we are left with the BAD. When we went to leave the restaurant the bad said not to go and hopped into the Limo that my boss seemed to procure out of nowhere. My boss said she had more drinks at the hotel and he could come with us if he paid for the Limo ride (which was to get him back for slightly abandoning us at the restaurant). So we got back to the hotel and we had a couple more drinks (because that's a good idea). He started asking more questions about what we did and then the questions got a little funky when he found out we sold maltodextrins and such. It was a very loosely covered question that basically meant 'what can I cut with my shit to make more money'. *record scratch* WHOA NOW. Stop this train. That was when the switch finally kicked in (or dropped like a hammer) and it was time for this night to end. Buddy thought that he may get lucky but 'had to meet someone real quick but I'll come back' I told him it was time for my beauty sleep and managed to slip into my hotel room untouched (which was my plan even if he didn't end up being a drug dealer because I don't really roll like that). He never did try to come back but I think I may have shut the door in his face. No room in my life for a BAD man like that.

So what's the moral of this story? I don't know. What I do know is that I had a police officer and a drug dealer sitting at the same table flirting with me at one point in the evening!

Well ain't that the poops.....

TALK ABOUT A CRAPPY COMEBACK

So the other night I decided to log back into the dating sites, update my pictures, maybe change the blurb on myself. Honestly I haven't been on it for a while, I find I go through spurts where I will be all gung-ho searching through profiles and all that...until either I have few guys that I've started to chat offline to (because you can only juggle so many before you get confused) or I get the feeling like I'm just sifting through the same regurgitated profiles.


It was the latter that made me take this last break so I was a bit thrilled when I happened to get a new message from someone I hadn't seen before. Now, when I get a message I will look at the profile first. Why you ask? Because I feel that I can understand the tone of an email better by seeing how they describe themselves. This only works of course if the message is more than "Hi", "Hello" or "You hot". His profile seemed to be a standard, run of the mill profile. His message not so ordinary. (Keep in mind that this is the more serious dating site rather than what plenty of fish has become)

The guy started by stating how attractive I am and then proceeded to ask me if I would take a shit on him. He was fully serious and would pay me $4500 to do so.

REALLY??!

I wish I had the actual message to copy/paste his email here but it isn't in my inbox anymore and the guys profile is gone. I'm going to go ahead and guess I wasn't the only one he asked to shit on him and he got booted.

I know that it was probably some kids who posted someone else's pic and were goofing around or some guy who was bored and thought he would try to get a rise out of someone. I mean who really has $4500 laying around these days to spend on elaborate things like getting shit on? But having this be the first message I get when I come back online doesn't really make me want to jump on the internet dating saddle with much enthusiasm.

Is it a sign of some sort telling me to stay away for a bit longer?

Who knows.

That being said, I am going to once again make an effort to browse because 1) how can I blog about dating if I'm not doing it and 2) I can't just sit around and hope that love is going to fall into my lap.

Dating Discussion #1

Alright people let's talk sex. Yeah, I'm going there even when I know that my sister and my mom read my entries. That's just how this blog rolls. Feel free to leave your own comments below. Open discussion is encouraged here :)

THE THIRD DATE DILEMMA

I've been doing some pondering lately about the dating world. More specifically about those 'steps and rules' everyone goes through when you start to date someone new. I mean, the steps are commonly known by everyone. (Firstly if it's online there is a whole other staircase to climb first before you even get here but that's a whole different post)

Step #1: Go on coffee date, share a kiss.
Step #2: Go for dinner, share longer kiss/make-out.
Step #3: Go on date three = have sexy time.

These steps are so well known that they've shown up in tv and movies (and I'm sure in lyrics somewhere behind some catchy base line or pop beat). Tell anyone you are going on date #3 and they'll go "ooooh yeah, date #3 huh?" *eyebrow waggle*

But what if you don't want to have sexy time by date three? What if your not 100% positive that you are comfortable enough to wake up the next day beside them? What if your dating partner doesn't sleep with you on date three night? Does that mean it's time to throw in the towel and move on to the next one? Just because you haven't hit the sheets by date three surely can't mean that the connection is dead or can't be strengthened enough to hit the sheets in the future. I find this disturbing, like an unappetizing fast food dinner instead of a well prepared home cooked meal. I believe it is proven fact that women are more open and confident in bed with someone that they feel comfortable with and have created some kind of bond to; which means if you wait until that point then the sex would obviously be better. So why is it that guys are on such a fast paced track to sexing? I won't group all men in this because I do know that there are men who will wait and I can't group all women either because I also know some women who can brush off one nighters with ease so hitting the sheets on date #3 wouldn't be as much of an issue with them. But I'm going to continue as I believe this covers the majority of both sexes.

Lets use 'HAIRY' as an example. From my last post you can all probably guess atleast one of the reasons why I would be hesitant to jump into his bed. What stumps me is the words he said to me didn't really stack up to his lack of action in the end. Did that make sense? Let me explain. Near the end of the evening, after a bit of a make out session he stated that it was near his bed time. This of course was the fork in the road where I either decided to get my frisky on or take myself home. He said that he didn't want to...what's the word...push or force kinda sound too strong. He didn't want me to do anything I didn't want to do, or be comfortable with. I told him that it was best for me to go home that night. At that time I gave him props for being a gentleman and not pushing the subject (or anything else) on me. This of course faded away when he cancelled on our next get together and then never contacted me again. (Some could say it was up to me as well to contact him but in my defense I was the one who asked him to join me for a party and he cancelled. I believe if you cancel with someone it is up to you to call them up to get together another time as to show that you still have interest in them. It was also myself who had contacted him the last 2 times which also made it 'his turn' in my eyes. I'm a girl, I'm supposed to be the chase-ee not the chaser...which I guess is probably another whole different topic to be brought up here on it's own one day)

Anyways, I'm wandering again. Where was I? Right, the part where he lost interest. This is the part I didn't understand. How do you, or why would you, spend the time to start to get to know someone and just start to scratch the surface on what they are all about only to throw them back in the (figurative) sea because they wouldn't share your bed with you? Of course maybe he had other reasons...maybe a red flag popped up in his head because I was too hairless (I mean my back you dirty, dirty birds).

I guess my point is why say that you don't want to push someone into something and go by their speed if you really aren't going to stick around if they don't. But then I guess he would be quite the asshole if he said "Are you going to sleep with me? No? Okay, the doors over there, see ya. Don't call me."

How is it that sex has become such an important factor so early in the game. Yes, it's exciting and new....because it's with a new person...of course it's going to be exciting and new! But what happens when that lusty period is over and your left sitting across from each other wondering who that person is? I'm by no way a prude. I've slept with guys too early (bet Mom's proud now) and I've made some wait a long time (building Mom's pride back up) but it has always depended on the guy/situation and I never rate them by a sexual timetable. I think that it would be more important to form a more solid bond so that you could keep your sexy time exciting in the long run.

What if it was a friend in which you started dating? Do these rules apply even if you already know someone fairly well or do they get tossed aside because of that very fact?

I could continue to pull situations out of my past and keep rambling but I won't. This is by no means a post of a woman scorned, I'm fully happy with the decision I made. This post is to get you to think, ask questions and start conversations. So I will leave you with a question on which to ponder...


How is it that not having sex on date #3 has become a deal breaker and why as a society have we let it become one?

(Sorry, guess that was 2 questions :p)

No business up front.....Party in the back!

Hello Guys and Dolls, it's been a while so let's just get to it shall we?

HAIRY

So Hairy was the first guy I met off of a newer dating site for 'more serious' daters. After the usual first few messages we moved onto msn and phone and then onto the first meet up. Since he was an outdoorsy guy he suggested a walk in the park. (I had a friend comment why I was so risky with the first meet up....it was a public park in the daylight people! C'mon :p) Since it was sunny out we were both covered by our sunglasses and hats (my hangover hat of course) so neither of us could really get a good look at the other. However he seemed very nice and we had good conversation. We both love Radiohead so there was a lot of talk about them. He is also a huge concert goer and told me many stories of the concerts he had gone to. At the end of our meet up we parted ways with a 'nice to meet you' and I was very unsure of where it was going to go. He did end up calling and asking me out for drinks a few days later. Since it was in the evening we were both able to get a good look at each others faces this time and he wore the tell all expression of being high. Now I know that nerves can be a bitch sometimes but come on, smoking pot before a date?? Halfway through the evening he lifted his hat to push back his hair and I noticed that it was receding. A lot. What got me was that he grew the rest of it out to his above his shoulders. I instantly got the ping of a dealbreaker. I mean, I know that we are all getting older and that men lose their hair but you can groom accordingly. The conversation was still really good between us though and when we went to leave he waved off my attempt to contribute to the bill. Hairy also left an extremely large tip which I'm not sure was to impress me or because he was too lazy/impatient to get any change from the waitress. Like our first meet up there was no physical contact at the end and he just walked me to my car, said goodnight and kept walking.

So since the end of the date was void of any physical contact I figured that was the end of it.

A week and a half later he messaged me up and apologized for not contacting me for a while as he just started on a new job contract ( He is a heavy machine operator)and asked if I wanted to meet up that week. With the bad hair grooming fresh in my mind I mulled it over and decided that I needed to keep an open mind and that it was just hair. Nothing a well placed, subtle comment couldn't get rid of in the future if need be. So I agreed to meet up a few nights later. When I showed up at his place that night I was happily surprised that he had shaved his head! (In which I complemented of course as it was a much better look) We took a drive out to Blackcomb and Cypress (he wanted to see if there was still snow to get in one more ski weekend) and listened to a bunch of B sides from Radiohead that he had found. I could totally smell the weed in his truck but I kept my mouth shut and thought I would wait to see when he would tell me. After the drive we went for dinner and back to his place where my car was. When we said goodbye we shared a hug and I told him to give me a call. This time when I went to turn to my car he reached out, grabbed me, turned me around and planted a wet one on me. It was kinda hot. What am I saying, it was definitely hot...something about that tiny bit of force and taking control of the situation. Wanting a kiss and just making it happen, it almost seemed that he grew a pair when he cut off his hair or something (if you know what I mean). We made tentative plans to get together on the weekend.

When Saturday rolled around he messaged me in the afternoon and asked if I wanted to get together and go on a hike and have dinner at his place after as he had just marinated some steaks. Cook me dinner? I was in. Not wanting to go over empty handed I supplied the drinks for the evening ( Strawberry infused vodka mixed with fresh strawberries and lemon mojito style. Figured I'd try to impress him with my mixology stylings lol) After dinner and a few cocktails we sat and listened to one of his favorite bands the Black Keys in which I had never heard their earlier stuff before. And yes, we made out a bit. This was about the time that I got the inclination that there was a little more going on on his back than on the top of his head. I really can't say for sure how bad it was but there was definitely a friction of back hair between him and his shirt. More than a light dusting anyways. Once again the red flag in the back of my head popped up. Actually it was more like a very excited person holding a red flag jumping up and down uncontrollably to get noticed. When he said that it was time for him to go to bed I decided it was time for me to go home. I should also mention that he finally admitted that he liked to partake in a little weed from time to time that night.

This was the point in time where I really had to make a decision. Is back hair really a deal breaker? Would it be something I couldn't get past? Would it be something I could subtlety suggest he get rid of without hurting his feelings if we did decide to see each other long term? Was it really something important in the long run when everything else was good? So I did the most logical thing there is to do nowadays and asked my friends on Facebook. I believe it was What are your thoughts on back hair? Is it a dealbreaker? How much is too much? (I wish I had saved all the comments to put in here because I really do have a bunch of hilarious friends) Of course the response was varying and I knew that I would be the one to decide for myself since really I would be the one to have to live with it.

Fortunately or unfortunately I didn't have to make that choice. As it turned out I got extremely sick for 2 weeks. I had invited him to a friends party the one weekend and he had messaged me to let me know he wouldn't be able to make it. Since I was sick to the point that I thought I would die I had left it at that since I was in no shape to go myself either. When I was back to full health I considered contacting him but then decided not to as he was the one who had cancelled on me and that if he wanted to re schedule then he could call me.

I do have a couple theories on why he may not have called. One in particular that I will be posting soon.

As for my decision on back hair.....I guess you'll just have to wait and see until I meet the next sasquatch ;)

Eduardo and Pablo and Juan, Oh My!!

Hello my few followers, here's the next installment of Kiss and Tell where we will dive into that age old question of which is more important: Love or Money?

THE MEXICAN'T

I believe I mentioned Juan as a previous little blurb in an earlier entry. We first started messaging in January just before I moved. He seemed like a decent guy, even offered to help me move. He also played guitar and would get together with some buddies to play on a fairly regular basis (I'm a sucker for musicians). Carlos was very guarded and even though we dated for 6 months I'm pretty positive I didn't get to fully discover the real him. After I moved and got a little settled we met up for coffee, he lives in Kits but came out to Delta to meet me. Hector was late (somewhat of a pet peeve)and when he got there he was extremely nervous and shy. Maybe I've done enough first meet ups that I don't get overly nervous anymore? Anyways, the coffee date went well and we made plans for dinner on the weekend. We met in Richmond for dinner and he was late again because he got lost. I think 'late' was Enrique's middle name. After the dinner he walked me to my car and asked if he could kiss me. He also asked if I would text him when I got home so he knew I got there safe. Very sweet.

If 'late' wasn't Jose's name then it must have been 'work'. This guy worked on freelance design projects after he was done his regular 9-5er. As slow as the building up of our 'relationship' was because he was so busy working or lost somewhere between Kits and Delta; We still got fairly close. Eduardo would text me little notes with sweet things like how he was thinking about my kisses or something equally as cute and he never let me reach for the bill. The first 4 months were great and we even had a discussion about what it was we were looking for and he said he wanted to build something. In hindsight I probably should have gotten more of a clarification on what it was he wanted to build, maybe we had a communication barrier and he meant he wanted to build a house.

So after month 4 it was time to have him meet some of the friends. The only problem is that something would always come up and Miguel would never show. It got to the point where my friends would call him any random Mexican name because it was like he was my imaginary date. Which was actually even funnier because his actual name was a very common non Mexican sounding name.

Think of it like this:

Funny friend #1- "So where's Jose?"
Funny friend #2- "Yeah, I really wanted to meet Pedro"
Funny friend #3 - "Did, Alejandro get lost again?"
Me - "His name is Bob......"

Diego felt bad and apologized for whatever it was that came up and he knew that it disappointed me but it didn't stop it from happening again. He did meet one of my friends so finally after 5 months I got to prove that he was real. I probably put up with way more than I should have but he said he would try and open up more and make more of an effort.

Then the dreaded moments came when my friend's weddings were coming up. Don't get me wrong, I love weddings and I love my friends, it's the whole 'Should I invite him to come along with me, will he feel awkward meeting all my friends at once, what if my friends scare him away, what if I scare him away because I've invited him to a wedding, will he show up late to pick me up and we will miss the ceremony?' part that is dreaded when your in that not exactly positive what we are yet stage. I did end up asking him to both weddings (2 weeks apart)and he said he would go. After going to the first one (for the record I told him to meet me 30 mins before I really wanted to go and then ended up driving myself so that we made it there on time)he met most my friends and didn't run away. He said he had a good time and the next day he wanted to know what my friends thought about him which to me is a good sign.

But then Ricardo disappeared. I texted him and he would MSN me back hours later saying he ran out of included texts. He didn't answer his phone when I called 2 days later. I resorted to a humorous text after a week stating 'Hey, remember me? Cute girl, curly hair?" He finally called me after that we had a long conversation. Manuel told me that he had to make changes in his lifestyle because he was going to be 32 this year and had to get his shit together. Which was a long-winded story that boiled down to - he didn't like his job. He didn't have time to build a relationship because he had to find a new job. I don't know about you all but if I'm making changes in my life I like to be surrounded with people who love and support me.

I told Julio that I wasn't going to wait for him and that I thought he was making a mistake in making me available for someone else to take me away. He pretty much agreed with me too but it didn't stop him from letting me go. Sure, he may find himself a new job and work himself to the top....but who will he have to stand there with him when he gets there?

Oh, and it left me dateless for the second wedding. Bad Form.

P.I.M.P. = A lesson in how not to do it.

Tonight's post is brought to you by the the letter S (for slightly stalkerish) and the number 68.

MR. HAPPY

So I met up with Mr. Happy last winter. He is a Life Coach in which he works with people on their physical, emotional and dietary needs to help them become more positive and well balanced person. (WOW did I just sound like a commercial?) When I first checked out his profile I wasn't too sure about him as I didn't find his pictures overly appealing. Not that he was ugly or anything, just not someone I would try to sneak a second look at if I was walking down the street. I messaged him back anyway and we ended up starting a pretty good conversation. He is one of those people who's glass is ALWAYS half full and overflowing. He would turn everything into a positive. We eventually moved to BBM in which he had himself labeled as 'PIMP'. *shakes head*

So fast forward through a ton of BBM messages and a few long phone calls to the day we actually meet up. I drove out and met him outside his place (which I was slightly weary of but it was day time, I have a black belt and there was no way I was stepping inside his place) When I called on my way there I heard him shush someone up in the background. In the way you would do to your parents....and thoughts of Chef no home came to mind. When I got to his place he was already in his car and when he got out I didn't really recognize him as his profile picture was probably about 5 years and 20lbs less. I know there are a lot of guilty guys AND girls that do this but seriously...it doesn't work. It's like starting off with a lie. So we get in his shiny Escalade (which one can afford if they still live with their parents ;p) and go for lunch. He said it had the best burgers and asked if I trusted him to order for me. Now we already had a conversation about food and at that time was still only eating red meat here and there. He ordered the biggest burger with every topping they had. Huge beef patty, bacon, cheese, onion, mushrooms, lettuce, tomato, avocado, atleast five different sauces and the kitchen sink. It was like he wanted to fatten me up for Christmas. (Although I have to say it really was the best burger I ever ate even though I wasn't hungry until the next day and I couldn't finish the fries which was a pity because the 2 I had were delicious.)

So after the monstrosity of this burger I still had a bit of time before I had to head out to a birthday so he said "Hey, lets go to Oakridge and get me some luggage". He was going to Mexico for a friends wedding the next day and didn't have a suitcase and naturally since I'm a girl, why wouldn't I want to go help him pick one out? So we ended up at the Bay and I waited around while he hummed and hawed over 2 different ones that looked exactly the same for about 20 minutes. When we got to the check out the clerk said if he spent $5 more he'd get a $50 gift card which he then told me to grab a box of chocolate. (I'll give him points for that atleast). When we got back to my car I thanked him for the lunch and wished him safe travels. He said he would call when he got back.

Halfway through the week I started getting BBM's from him while he was in Mexico. I already made up my mind that I just wasn't into him so I messaged back "Why are you messaging from Mexico? Your on vacation, go have fun!". It didn't stop him from messaging though. When he got back I pretty much told him that I wasn't really interested and that I was really busy (packing and looking for a new home) but it didn't stop him from BBMing me every other day. Maybe he thought persistence was key and that it would just wear me down into seeing him again? It got to the point that I just didn't respond anymore. Then he BBM'd that 'You know I can see that you read the message right?'. In which I then started not opening the message for a few days. Which worked. Eventually. After 6 weeks.

Whoa Cowboy, now that's what you call speed dating!

OOOOPS! I am so sorry to my (2 maybe 3) readers. I thought I posted this previously but it was still under drafts when I came to work on my new post. I also apologize that it may be a bit ranty. I just realized this re-reading now, but it's done so I'm not re-doing it. :p


Alright, so I wasn't going to post this one for a couple reasons.

A) It may open myself up to judgement.
B) Quickstep and I decided we would be friends.
C) We are connected VIA facebook in which the link to this blog is on there.

That being said he did read this blog and actually asked why he wasn't in here. He said that he couldn't laugh at himself then who could he laugh at?

Besides, what use is a dating blog if I don't record the dating?

Before any judgement is placed on me for my actions of going along on this ride...I obviously didn't included everything spoken between us here...and I did consume a lot of drinks and cold medication those 2 weeks (not at the same time).

Also, this quote below inspires me to just let go and see what happens; even if the outcome is messy or doesn't turn out the way one would hope:

"It's impossible", said pride. "It's risky", said experience. "It's pointless", said reason. "Give it a try", whispered the heart.

QUICK STEP

So I met Quick on the last night of a camping trip near the end of summer. We hit it off but weren't able to exchange information properly (being intoxicated and all). With the magic of Facebook (on Monday) I saw him via my friends profile and poked him the next day. Within 5 mins he poked back, requested friendship, sent a message apologizing for not being able to stop by before they left the camp site. Within 10 mins he sent me his phone # and BB PIN. Within the hour he called me and when we got off the phone he said "Give me a call tomorrow". Tomorrow? Really? I was taken aback as I am used to the whole 'have a good night, we'll touch base soon" kind of conversation ender where both parties are left for the 2 days wondering who's going to give in and call. The next day I BBM'd him to let him know I had set a date for my birthday (as he wanted to attend) in which he called me back. We actually talked every night that week. There's not much that intimidates him and he was pretty much an open book. I found out he loves the outdoors, romantic comedies, dancing, fancy dates and Nickelback (hey, 4 out of 5 ain't bad).

On Friday it was girls night but some of the girls couldn't make it. He ended up stopping by where my girlfriends and I were at for a kiss (this is where you gush) that ended up a drink. He wanted me to go with him in which I said he had to persuade the girls. He ended up high-jacking our girls night bringing us to meet the boys at a pub. Being the gentleman he is he even got a cab for a girlfriend and I because of our heels. Near the end of a long night of drinking and a change of venue for dancing (that ripped the crap out of my heels. I will be scarred for life and always have a reminder why I should of thrown out those pretty silver heels earlier) we discussed our situation and came to the conclusion we were dating. To say we were very 'taken' with each other was an understatement.

Earlier in the week I was invited out to Whistler with him and his friends on Sunday and wasn't expecting to see him until then. Saturday morning I woke to a few hazy BBM's and was slightly surprised in the afternoon when I received a phone call inviting me out to a birthday party he was at. I hesitated for a bit but figured 'why not, it's the long weekend go have fun'...besides it was for a friends Grandpa who turned 80, it wouldn't be 3 nights of crazy in a row. When I arrived there I was greeted with 'Oooh so you're the one we kept hearing about', which made him blush a little. The next day we woke up and headed out to Whistler with some of his friends who were all extremely welcoming. After our Whistler adventure and a long drive home the long weekend of fun was over. Quickstep called me Monday and Tuesday and was excited for my birthday party the next weekend. On Wednesday (my birthday) he was the first one to wish me a Happy Birthday. Unfortunately for me I got the gift of strep throat when I woke up and couldn't even speak. Sad that he couldn't talk to me he BBM'd the whole day instead helping me endure my impatience at the clinic and on through Thursday between my naps. On the Friday when the medication kicked in enough to get part of my voice back he gave me a call and ended up 'ditching' his friend at the bar to come and snuggle with me since I wasn't infectious anymore. I bet he would of made me chicken noodle soup if I had it too. Since I still wasn't 100% on Saturday I had to cancel my birthday party but still did a bit of a dinner with some friends. Quickstep didn't even seem a bit nervous, met them all at once and fit right in. After dinner and a stop at the Gelato shop he dutifully came back home with me (even though I was pretty sure he wanted to go have a drink with a mutual friend that came out) Somewhere in conversation the topic of going out came up as we had previously discussed what the difference between dating/seeing/going out with some one is. It was then that he asked me if I wanted him to be my boyfriend. I believe I skirted that statement and tried to turn the discussion another way bu he bought it right back with'you didn't answer my question, do you want to be my girlfriend?'. So, even though I am a young lady in my 30's with so many lessons of life learnt; I threw all caution to the wind and like a giddy teenager said "yeah, I do!'.

The next morning he had to go to softball in the rain. Before he left I told him I couldn't meet up with him the weekend coming up because my mom was coming in town. You know, probably want to wait a while for that....in which he surprised me by saying 'What if I want to meet her?'. He also told me that I should change my status on FB. In the afternoon I got a BBM stating how he was enjoying all the comments people were making on out new 'status'. In the evening he went to a friends place to catch up. I had sent him a BBM and he didn't reply back for an hour or so and then when he did he apologized and said he was still out. I had sent some reply back and got no answer. **Side note: In BBM you can totally see that the person has read your message. You can't hide or pretend you didn't get it.

Monday I didn't hear from him all day which was weird. There was always a call or a BBM or a FB something. When I was got home from work I got a call from him and he seemed different. Cold and business like. He said we shouldn't see each other anymore. (Insert big jaw drop here) since I had to go to a work dinner he agreed to meet up with me after so we could talk. When we got together he told me that when he thought about it he was excited for all the things we were going to do but wasn't excited to see me. I didn't give him butterflies. Why would you ask someone out if you weren't sure? His answer was that if he had a written list of everything he wanted in a girl he could check off every item with me. If there was someone in front of you that had every quality you were looking for wouldn't you snatch them right up? I told him that maybe we were going to fast and maybe we should just pull the brakes on the crazy train and slow things down. We definitely had some kind of connection and felt fully at ease with each other. I told him that even I wasn't quite sure but I still had a curiosity about what we could become.

I mean isn't that what it's all about? Finding someone you are curious about and want to learn more about? Butterflies can fade away, it's the connection you build with another person that will grow into something even bigger/End rant

His side? He thinks it was the kissing. The fact that we both liked kissing, and we were compatible kissers. Oh, and he had done this in the past with the whole 'will you go out with me and then break up with the girl the next day' before but obviously hadn't learnt his lesson.

So in true Lil' Miss fashion I told him he was making a big mistake and he would regret it. (Like soooo many men before him....j/k)(well maybe I'm not kidding, I do have a stalker ex, you can't get those without being fabulous)

No, I haven't met *him* yet, I've just been moving

Well hello there, let me dust this blog off a bit. I'm sorry I've been away. I didn't forget about it I've just been busy packing, moving and downsizing (I'm literally camping in my living room right now). Let me tell you, 7 years builds up a lot of junk in an apartment! Although I haven't been able to get out and about much because of the move (and before that it was holiday time) I will actually have a post fairly soon once I perfect it. I will also have a mini one as well about a guy I met just before the holidays.

On the meeting front there was a guy I started chatting with a bit amongst my move who I will be meeting in a couple days. Will he end up on here? We'll find out soon ;)