I HAVE DATED EVERYONE IN THE WORLD
Either that or I am insane (for more reasons that previously thought) and I just keep dating the same people with different faces.
Currently-
The Playboy-aka My mistake west-coast style
Basic Stats
Have known for: Approx.. 2 weeks
How we met: I was buzzin at a bar on a date with The Planner* Playboy and I were kind of flirty, the Planner and I got ready to leave, he asked me to come back to the bar,Planner and I left, he took me home, I went back to the bar, we hung out for awhile, then we made out. I decided not to give him my number, he insisted I take his myspace page address.
Most common form of communication: Myspace emails that are full of "lol"esque cyberspeak and misspelled words.
What we do when we spend time together: Make out, minimal talking.
My God is this kid attractive. He has eyes that look at me and send tingles through my body, no he couldn't spell tingles or count the number of letters in tingles, add 5 and tell me the total without a calculator, but he his so so hot. In addition, he has had some, well, legal troubles, he has a revolving door of girls who buy him dinner and well is so so fucking hot. Now I could never seriously date this guy, because he is well, too good looking, not smart enough, doesn't make near enough money, (not that I am shallow but damn it I make my money you should make yours- I am tired of these playstation babies without real jobs and real goals in life) but my God, until I am in a serious relationship I am more than willing to schedule a biweekly make out session where I buy my own drinks with him.
The Planner-aka Shane Hyde Boyfriend before the Mistake-college boyfriend mistake
Basic Stats
Have known for: Approx. 1 month
How we met: I was drunk, wine drunk, at a bar, we started talking, the we started making out, I gave him all but the last number of my phone number, told him if he wanted to call me he would figure out the last number, he asked CPW and Dr. Dre what it was, they told him.
Most Common Form Of Communication: Quick under 3 minute phone calls (because God forbid you might go over those free night and weekend minutes) in which he asks me out, I say yes, he says what do you want to do, I either suggest something or say you decide, then he decides, asks me what time he should pick me up, then we say see you then, bye.
What we do when we spend time together: go to the movies (he is a huge movie fan, I think because his life is boring and they are an escape), go out to dinner, go bowling, we tell each other about our day in matter o' fact language.
This guy owns stock, is never late picking me up, takes me on real dates where I don't have to pay, makes an effort to get to know my friends, once planned meals for a week with xgfriend, took said list to grocery store, bought items from list, decided who was going to cook which person was going to cook which meal on which day AND ACTUALLY DID IT. This guy also thinks about things days ahead of time, wears ugly shoes, likes to hold hands, and has most likely only "made love" and never just fucked. He is going to get irritated at the fact I get flirty when I am drunk, he will never make shadow puppets with me, he is a attracted to me because I am crazy but this will be the thing he will want to change after we are serious. Which he kind of already thinks we are because we have been "dating for all most a month" and when someone asks if I am his gfriend he says "I am working on it". (Fun side note-I met him the week before I flew home, hung out with him the night before I went home in a group setting, and we went on our first "date" the night before new years) All my friends think he is a nice guy, really sweet, a really nice guy...
Warning-Please keep the comments about me in regards to the poet as nice as possible, also, if you can, please refrain from calling me a dumbass, as I already know I am. This should also speak volumes as to how highly I value the opinion of strangers as I have not posted about him yet (except once, which only one person read before I made it all cyptic)
The Poet-The Cellist and every other head over heels mistake I have ever made.
Have Known For: Approx. 1 month
How we meet: He is a coworker of a friend of mine, I met him in a bar while waiting on someone else to show up, we did not make out, just chatted and continued to do so after the someone else showed up and ignored me, I then ignored The Poet once the someone decided to pay attention to me. Poet asked for my email to email me the name of a book that we had been talking about because I wasn't going to remember it
Most Common Form of Communication: Hysterical and witty emails daily, sweet text messages that make me smile, and almost nightly phone calls that last hours and hours on end.
What we do when we spend time together: Laugh, debate Vonnegut's work, read and critique stuff each other has written, talk about music and our pasts, call each other while we are in the shower, generally act goofy.
This guy is everything I should of had with The Cellist, he asks me about my day, emails me about the fortune cookie he got the night before, calls to complain if one of his friends is being a dick, listens to me bitch about traffic and other things out of my control, he is cute in an Emo kind of way, he lives in south carolina, listens to silly punkrock like me, thinks I am amazing, smart, and beautiful and tells me so. He is intelligent and creative, he is an insane artist and writes some of the most clever stories I have ever read, he inspires me to write more, to finish things, he is honest with tact. He catches on to little things I say and we make each other smile. He is the text message boy, the one that said My brandy.
Yeah. You read that line in the middle right.
I know. I know. 2.2 million people in San Diego, right?
Is it odd that all three of these people make me happy, just in different ways?
Currently-
The Playboy-aka My mistake west-coast style
Basic Stats
Have known for: Approx.. 2 weeks
How we met: I was buzzin at a bar on a date with The Planner* Playboy and I were kind of flirty, the Planner and I got ready to leave, he asked me to come back to the bar,Planner and I left, he took me home, I went back to the bar, we hung out for awhile, then we made out. I decided not to give him my number, he insisted I take his myspace page address.
Most common form of communication: Myspace emails that are full of "lol"esque cyberspeak and misspelled words.
What we do when we spend time together: Make out, minimal talking.
My God is this kid attractive. He has eyes that look at me and send tingles through my body, no he couldn't spell tingles or count the number of letters in tingles, add 5 and tell me the total without a calculator, but he his so so hot. In addition, he has had some, well, legal troubles, he has a revolving door of girls who buy him dinner and well is so so fucking hot. Now I could never seriously date this guy, because he is well, too good looking, not smart enough, doesn't make near enough money, (not that I am shallow but damn it I make my money you should make yours- I am tired of these playstation babies without real jobs and real goals in life) but my God, until I am in a serious relationship I am more than willing to schedule a biweekly make out session where I buy my own drinks with him.
The Planner-aka Shane Hyde Boyfriend before the Mistake-college boyfriend mistake
Basic Stats
Have known for: Approx. 1 month
How we met: I was drunk, wine drunk, at a bar, we started talking, the we started making out, I gave him all but the last number of my phone number, told him if he wanted to call me he would figure out the last number, he asked CPW and Dr. Dre what it was, they told him.
Most Common Form Of Communication: Quick under 3 minute phone calls (because God forbid you might go over those free night and weekend minutes) in which he asks me out, I say yes, he says what do you want to do, I either suggest something or say you decide, then he decides, asks me what time he should pick me up, then we say see you then, bye.
What we do when we spend time together: go to the movies (he is a huge movie fan, I think because his life is boring and they are an escape), go out to dinner, go bowling, we tell each other about our day in matter o' fact language.
This guy owns stock, is never late picking me up, takes me on real dates where I don't have to pay, makes an effort to get to know my friends, once planned meals for a week with xgfriend, took said list to grocery store, bought items from list, decided who was going to cook which person was going to cook which meal on which day AND ACTUALLY DID IT. This guy also thinks about things days ahead of time, wears ugly shoes, likes to hold hands, and has most likely only "made love" and never just fucked. He is going to get irritated at the fact I get flirty when I am drunk, he will never make shadow puppets with me, he is a attracted to me because I am crazy but this will be the thing he will want to change after we are serious. Which he kind of already thinks we are because we have been "dating for all most a month" and when someone asks if I am his gfriend he says "I am working on it". (Fun side note-I met him the week before I flew home, hung out with him the night before I went home in a group setting, and we went on our first "date" the night before new years) All my friends think he is a nice guy, really sweet, a really nice guy...
Warning-Please keep the comments about me in regards to the poet as nice as possible, also, if you can, please refrain from calling me a dumbass, as I already know I am. This should also speak volumes as to how highly I value the opinion of strangers as I have not posted about him yet (except once, which only one person read before I made it all cyptic)
The Poet-The Cellist and every other head over heels mistake I have ever made.
Have Known For: Approx. 1 month
How we meet: He is a coworker of a friend of mine, I met him in a bar while waiting on someone else to show up, we did not make out, just chatted and continued to do so after the someone else showed up and ignored me, I then ignored The Poet once the someone decided to pay attention to me. Poet asked for my email to email me the name of a book that we had been talking about because I wasn't going to remember it
Most Common Form of Communication: Hysterical and witty emails daily, sweet text messages that make me smile, and almost nightly phone calls that last hours and hours on end.
What we do when we spend time together: Laugh, debate Vonnegut's work, read and critique stuff each other has written, talk about music and our pasts, call each other while we are in the shower, generally act goofy.
This guy is everything I should of had with The Cellist, he asks me about my day, emails me about the fortune cookie he got the night before, calls to complain if one of his friends is being a dick, listens to me bitch about traffic and other things out of my control, he is cute in an Emo kind of way, he lives in south carolina, listens to silly punkrock like me, thinks I am amazing, smart, and beautiful and tells me so. He is intelligent and creative, he is an insane artist and writes some of the most clever stories I have ever read, he inspires me to write more, to finish things, he is honest with tact. He catches on to little things I say and we make each other smile. He is the text message boy, the one that said My brandy.
Yeah. You read that line in the middle right.
I know. I know. 2.2 million people in San Diego, right?
Is it odd that all three of these people make me happy, just in different ways?
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