Not every date means marriage!

I realized I got myself caught up in this thought which is terrible…LIVE SOD L-I-V-E! So turns out I got picked up by a guy not once, but TWICE on Sunday. First round, at the grocery store, I picked up a bottle of sparkling water for this guy who turns out is a magician?! yes, he’s a professional JEWISH Magician…of course after asking my name and letting me cut him in line…he facebook friends me. Great!  Though to his credit he did drop a note suggesting we grab dinner or drinks sometime.

The second pick up was a bit different. I went to this bar on the UES to meet up with some friends. I noticed this super attractive guy (or so I thought for the 10 minutes we actually talked) was there who was friends with an out of town guest also with us at the bar. We barely got to talking, but discovered we had our Undergrad degrees in common. Of course people that know SOD know she’s a freak about the school! Anyway, ends up NotAJew (we will call him) puts his number and email in my phone and tells me to text him so he has my info….which leads to text after text after text which leads to him asking me to go Wine Tasting on Wednesday….um ok?!

Fast forward I leave the bar and head to spin…of course he’s making comments about my butt being hot (since I was wearing spandex pants) ANYWHO…he wanted to see me that night, I was like um no gotta wait for a good thing…then he’s like how about dinner and drinks tomorrow (as in last night). So I said sure…then he’s texting me all day yesterday and we end up going to a Last Comic Standing Comedy Show Club. Interesting experience….of course we were sat at a table with some loopy woman. It just went far too long. We had met at 7 and it was still going at 11pm. We snuck out and I hopped a cab while he hailed it and looked on his berry…we hugged and he’s like we’ll speak soon…so not sure if Wednesday is even on…but NotAJew has to prove himself anyway…he’s not the normal guy I would let court me since…ya, he’s not even Jewish. (Spare me I’m just saying!!!)

Truth be told…

I’m feeling a bit down. I know myself pretty well and when I’m down my body let’s me know. I’m sincerely believing more and more each day that I need to just start from scratch. Blogging about some of these guys is just worthless…

I haven’t heard from any guy as of date…not even Shabbobabo. I have this event tonight…may see him, may not. I guess the key is I need to be patient. Last night, I was out at a happy hour and one of the things this guy said which struck a chord and continues to is that women don’t have “patience.” Ok, well depends how long you need said “patience” for. I think Michhottie is a lost cause…if he hasn’t made a move…he’s not gonna. I think I’m being super negative right now too and am hoping by venting here if you will, positive energy will come to me.

Who knows, maybe I’ll meet someone new and cool tonight. If I see Cookie d-bag I will be sure to just smile and move on. As my friend says I am “hopeful” but also keep these people in my stories because I enjoy the drama…ewww. I don’t want that. I must continue to envision the man I do want…hopefully he finds me sooner rather than later!

Shabbat Shalom!

So I got to Shabbobabo’s house close to “leaving for temple time.” Yes, I had met him almost a month ago at an industry event where he told me about this and how I should come along with the fact he worked for Medical Marijuana which was NOT entirely true. Totally platonic? Maybe? I remember him being a flirt, but totally cute. So, Shabbo (Shabbat) and Babo (nickname for Babson, same small business school SOD’s lil brother went to college at) had some people come by before the Shabbat Service. We had it on calendar for weeks that I’d come to this, so leading up we were fb messaging back and forth. (ya, I dropped him a note after the event we met at and he emailed me back and added me on FB…fine).

I get there…He looked totally cute and I loved his apartment! He was trying to introduce me to people, but then found I was carrying my own (ha!).  He asked if the girls I was with or I cared for weed. I said I’m not opposed, the next thing he brings me this drink with weed in it…Pot soda? HAHA. I made the girls I was with drink it first and he smiles at me and comes back and is like…I’m like ya not happening! Who drinks that?! So then he put OJ in it…which is like heartburn issue #1 for me, so I politely declined and watched him drink it:)

So we were off to temple…he ended up sitting next to me and when we started singing songs he would like lean into me. I would make little random comments to him too, but I didn’t want to be overly flirty/touchy, though slightly tipsy. After the service we went upstairs to where they were serving wine and some food. I was hanging out with the girls I met at his place and ShabboBabo was busy schmoozing (as we Jews like to say) with others there. So fast forward, these girls and I were standing together when I forget the convo, but  Shabbobabo is with us and goes  to me, SOD, “I like your necklace, it’s beautiful.” I think my face turned red because I just wasn’t easily taking a compliment! ODD! He’s like “it’s the women that makes a necklace beautiful.” To which I said, “thank you, it was a gift to myself” and we smiled at eachother;) And then he looked at the other girl with us and he’s like that…eh (to her necklace)…she’s like so you are saying I’m not beautiful!? hahahaha

I was planning to leave and went up to him and said “thank you for inviting me this was a lot of fun” I don’t remember what he said after, but he hugged me and was like “ok, well I’ll see you soon!” 

That was that, I left as did he…I think he flew out to FL early on a flight this AM? I realize we didnt’ exchange ‘barcodes’ (for bbm) haha…nor does he have my phone digits, but I’ll presume…that I should let him find me on Facebook? OR???

“Whatcha got?”

Ya so I just sent Cookie Boy a note on Facebook since it’s now been a week since I said “oooh I can’t wait to hear what your idea(s) are first?!” With respect to what he said, “Let me think about something of value I can add”

Soooooooooooooooooooo…whatcha got -Senor Cookie Boi?! Fine, I think I’m being silly because I’m thinking subconciously he doesn’t like me, he honestly thinks I will just make him cookies like every other dumb girl, I don’t want to be… sigh.

Sometimes, I just really wonder what these guys think? I’m feeling confusion arise in my heart.

Reading too far into it…

First, NarcX’s cousin wrote me a random note yesterday like “is this your boy Evan?” with a link to a blurb on Perez of the figure skater Evan Lysacek…yes I know him…and yes…oh right, your b’day party is tonight. I totally didn’t go! YEAY me. Just not worth it to risk digression in seeing NarcissistX! I sent him a nice response today and apologized for not going to his paryt…didn’t say why. I’ll deal with cousin later!

Today, I was thinking about Michhottie, so I figured I’d be random. I sent him a text “How nice is this weather?! I bought a ticket to [the benefit], made me think of ya! “

He responded: “was beautiful out today…what did you do aside from buy a [benefit] ticket?  

glad you bought one…hopefully we will sellout…so i want all my friends to purchase sooner rather than later.”

You know the EXACT word in his response I’m reading into…our convo carried on, shooting the shit about a painter he went to visit today that is creating some art for the benefit and it ended with me sending a simple “:)” I just love that symbol, it sorta fits my personality so whatever. Anyway, he didn’t push me to buy a ticket early, so do I consider myself his friend? I mean he included me in his mass emails, but it wasn’t like def buy your ticket now before it sells out?

I wish he would have said “what are you up to tonight?” I didn’t have it in me to ask him myself…sigh.

All for a hamburger…

Ya, hamburger, as in red meat…I’m not the biggest fan and when I am, rarely, it has to be done…as in well done. Anyway, fast forward to the meat of the story…hardy har har.

So my parents are coming in a few weeks, conveniently over the Jewish Holiday Passover-ie. the time Jews don’t eat bread or anything leavened with yeast. Well so, my dad decides that he wants to eat at a hamburger spot I had mentioned because our family friends wanted to eat there. So my dad as to be rudely expected made a reservation there the ONE night we aren’t with the family friends and told me “bring a guest!” Note to readers: My dad is an only child.

1. None of my girl friends really eat hamburgers (I barely do for goodness sakes!)

2. It’s during Passover (so you can’t eat the bread of the bun) that’s a good thing I know but also makes me look silly!

3. It’s a Friday night…

Ok, so now I need more excuses as to why there is NO one guy  for me to invite. So, I saw a few months back that Michhottie was a ‘Burger of the Month’ fan on Facebook. Cool beans! Well anyway, I am HIGHLY HIGHLY hesitant to ask a guy to go to dinner let alone come with me and my parents. GHASP!  I was thinking of texting MH and being like “Have you ever heard of  XYZ Burgers?” Then depending on his answer say “If you’d like to try it, I’m going in a few weeks, you should come!” based on his answer then finally say, “just have to let you know my parents are in town so if they join it’s free, i hope that’s ok by you, it’s totally laid-back!”

Ya ummmm…not happening, right? No to mention risking SOD’s dad making some stupid comment….OY VEY! HELP!

So I was just thinkin’…

Last night I was on my blog and thought about going back to the day…like when I started this which was almost a year ago. WOW!!!!!!!!!!! WOW!

It reminded me that I haven’t really thought a ton about Narcissistic X or even blogged about him. That was the purpose of this, to MOVE on…and you know what? I can say I have and I’m really proud. Which leads me to another reason I write this. I was invited to Narcissistic X’s cousins’ b’day party tomorrow night (highly UNlikely I will be going! Since he’s a narcissist he’d think I was only there to intimidate his “elephant” of a girlfriend). Eeeks sorry that’s a mean name, but I think she looks like an elephant….Seriously though if she makes him happy that’s good:) In one of my first blogs I congratulated myself on not having communicated in any way for THREE days…and now, it’s been over at least 6 MONTHS since we’ve communicated.

I feel more confident, more happy and more secure with the person I am and I’m actually able to better let myself flirt with guys. I don’t know where I was, but it was not in an acceptable place to be!

Still no word from Cookie Boy, which is fine, there may never be until I see him at another event, which will inevitably happen and he will confront me or something…”something of value” is not your peen in this sitchu CB! And as for Michhottie, well I’m waiting to see when he invites me to watch the NCAA tourney please invite me soon since you suggested it!!!! Guess the tourney has to start first!?

See look! I totally got distracted from the past…SHINE ON DIAMOND!!!!!

Status Update

Man…literally…I’m really loving this flirting biznass! So let’s see, well first, yesterday Michhottie emailed randomly asking how my event was Saturday? Ummm WHY ARE YOU SO PERFECT…please make a move I swear I will not fall for you. Anyway, I wrote back telling him about it and he responds asking for the link to donate?!

Well sending a link made me uncomfy because I didn’t want him donating, so I wrote back to the effect of “You can make a donation on the site www.x.org, but seriously, don’t worry about it because we will have something in the future I’m sure and hopefully you can come to that:)”

Today he responds:

“You gotta deal….
 
Keep me in the loop on future events and I will be happy to attend and support.
 
-Michhottie initials”

Ahh love him :X…plus he never calls himself by his last name to me, only one time on a voicemail rando…which I think says something about a guy, because if I like you I don’t call you by Diamond a.k.a your last name! That’s right Diamond!

…Onto the next story, Cookie boy…so CB came to my charity event this weekend right? Right. So I decided I’m going to Facebook friend Curls and I’m also going to send CB a note. I put on my silly/flirty hat and sent him the following over our only form of communication ie. Facebook:

“Hey! Thanks for coming Saturday!!! I hope you enjoyed being “anonymous.” So, there seems to be cookie/choc chip banana bread confusion, but to be clear, I don’t bake for guys randomly without something in return…so what you got Cookie Boy?!”

 

YUP I called him by his nickname…eeeeeeks;) Clearly, he was stumped because I could tell he had Facebook activity and he wrote me back later last night: “Let me think about something I could share of value, any thoughts?”

 

My response today was “oooh! I’m curious to hear what your idea(s) are first?! “

 

Ahhh I’m biting my nails, but really he’s gotta suggest something at this point, “something of value” really? Did I say it had to be valuable…nice CB nice! I don’t think I want to throw myself on him more than I have and say “Take me to dinner you idiot!” I’ve suggested hanging before so think of something CB! If he doesn’t write back in a week? Then I guess I either forget it until I run into him at another event or think of something creative to say, but WHAT?!

I feel like a flirtatious goofball!