Letz B friendz!

Ok, so last night I get an invite to Michhottie’s fundraising event through Facebook. Hmm do you think he was inviting a bunch of friends or noticed I wasn’t already on the list of 2,000 people already?! haha. I’d like to give myself credit and think he thought of me and added me, whether it be because he wanted to make sure “his people” were on the list or, specifically I was involved.

Anywho, ironic as he had asked back in the day to host this “event” for this charity he is a part of at a bar I host a lot of events at for this Organization I’m a part of. Anyway, it’s not at this bar/venue and it’s not til May, but I guess they want people signing up now. HEY! At least I know if I go, I can have a drink with him in May!!! WAHOOO!

Michhottie must just be terribly confused and at the age of 30+ he obviously knows I’m “That girl you get serious with” which is why he is obviously hesitant/distracted no?!?!  Note to self: MichhottieII has never tried to set a date since..ha!

Nice that Michhottie thinks of me and wants me to be a part of his life, just sucks I have a crush on him and he cannot make a move. He has to know I have something on him…and I can’t help but think he has something on me…somewhere? WHO knows…for now…let’s just be friends….sigh.

What to do if a dude who is hitting on you is…the G word?!

Back in August I ran into this girl I’ve met at a charity event at…another charity event. Actually, I met her because I was talking to a dirtbag that notoriously hits on me and went to college with NarcissistX. Anyway, at this event she introduced me to her friend, Dahrling.

Dahrling was nice, but I felt like he was a little…well, how do I put this…I thought he ‘played for the other team.’ Anywho, Dahrling works for a Beauty and cosmetics company and dresses VERY metro. Whatever!

I mean I usually have pretty good “gaydar” and it’s all good, but like I feel like other people who know him, have said they thought the same thing. So, about 3 weeks ago, Dahrling facebook writes me…”Hey want to get drinks next week?” Fortunately, I had an out with a biz trip to Cali…another guy who has never asked for my number.

Fast forward, TODAY. He’s on the committee for this event I’m going to Wednesday night (as is Cookie Boy!) so today I get a facebook message, like “Hey I see you are coming Wed:)!!!”  OY OY OY…my response:

“Yes yes! and I am bringing two girlfriends and one is bringing her fiance…depreciates the overall concept probably, but the more, the merrier! See you then!”

I know I sound so terrible for suggesting the G word, but whatever, I’ll just be nice and if need be I’ll take out the “You are cool, but it’s not like that card!” eeeeeeks! Then again…let’s just see how Cookie Boy acts.

Theres a lot of cookies to be made before you get any.

Cookie boy…yes cookie boy! How have I not discussed you!  Man, this could take time I’ll spare you getting too knitty gritty!

Where shall we start…oh yes, three years ago, literally, I met this guy, who we will now know as Cookie boy. Cookie boy’s friend Eyelash model (appropriate because that’s what he told the girl at the event I was with he did for a living….) ANYWAYS, yes, so Cookie boy was wingman, but after the event I realized that I kinda had a ghasp!—crush on this cookie lover!

Fast forward, I see Eyelash Model and Cookie boy at various Jew Fundraisers. (Yes, SOD keeps it kosher!) Insert: Facebook friendships…Insert: Over the next three years, Cookie boy rando writes on SOD’s wall, but never acts.  In January of 2010, SOD got her lovely gas restored to her cooking stove after a BULLSHIT outtage. SOD left a status on FB that instructed people to let her know if they wanted any of the leftover cookies she had…Insert: Random note from Cookie boy wanting cookies…only he was then off to SF for work and again…yes, he then…never acted. Who would have thought?!

Eyelash Model decided to throw a nice lil Loft party at his Soho pad on February 6th, shocker! Cookie boy was there. SOD approaches him after consuming three glasses of wine in an hour (WAY OVER MY LIMIT for a NIGHT, let alone an hour). I remember saying something to the effect of “Too bad Cookie boy, you snooze ya lose!” But then I remember some discussion around my banana bread and how it didn’t have nuts. We discovered his office was near my apt.  and blahblahblah the discussion ended when someone else was talking to him, I just walked away. Soooo…

TO GET TO THE POINT, two weeks later aka TODAY…Cookie boy sends me a FB Note (nevers asked for my number that night or anything) …

“good seeing you a few weeks ago.  looking forward to trying some of your cookies….”

Cookie Boy
HedgeFund BS
10th floor
1 East Xth St
NY, NY 10022

Now, the way SOD read this was…oh dude wants me to bake him cookies and drop them off at his office, is that how it is??? And what do I get in return bitch! A friend pointed out, perhaps SOD should view that like he’s interested in YOU SOD not your cookies?

I wrote this back…

“Hey! Good to hear from you…we should hang out sometime…hope to see you soon!”

Let’s see if Cookie Boy ACTS…Let’s just see!

Bowling for Boo—ys

So last week SOD was Bowling for Breast Cancer…which apparently turned into speaking to Boys! Who knew men wanted to “save boobs”?:P

Anywho, the evening was fun. At one point, I was standing at our lane when this guy started talking to me, MJ Bowl. To be honest, I truly forget what about!  Perhaps I was caught up in how to respond to Michhottie’s random text. LAME SOD!  So, ya…this guy…MJ Bowl (he told me he worked for Medical Marijuana…eh not exactly!) he was totally a smooth talker, typical jewish dude name…you know, last name somethin’ ending in a berg. Our convo didn’t get too far (mostly because he got called to bowl and I went wandering around), but he did drop some info on a Shabbat event last Friday. Unfortunately, I had a friends b’day din etc, so couldn’t go, but I decided I would step up and shoot him a note on the infamous Facebook. Turns out we exchanged several emails and then he “added” me…oh I just get chills just thinking about that. Ha!

So ya, seems super nice and turns out MJ Bowl went to the same SMALL private school SOD’s little brother went to. He’s on work travel for two weeks, but I sent him another note asking the name of the Shabbat location and throughout the exchanges, he told me to come by his place where his friends all come before the “next” one on March 12th…

 

Stay tuned…in the interim, let’s get high!

I mean if you aren’t really interested…why respond???

Right. I often ponder this question (ALL THE TIME). I know I sound incredibly lame, but it crosses my mind far too often. Why I think about it, I’m not sure??? I clearly have a problem with obsessing and attachment to men that “just aren’t that into me,” but that said, if that’s the case, why bother responding to me?

For instance…I feel like if I was to reach out to BlueEyes he’d respond…like if you aren’t a player BE, which you always claimed you weren’t, why respond to a text? Or similarly, Michhottie…like “dinner and drinks would be great, I’ve just been slammed with work!”  Ok really?! So you are interested in being friends? Dat’s kewl and all, but like really? Perhaps these are all “NICE” guys who just want to let me down easily but having me assume? Or they have no game and are…just in need of ego boosting.

Which leads me to my next thought…I know if I ever texted NarcissistX, he wouldn’t respond only because I did it stupidly drunk a few weeks back just like I’m sorry for writing off your mom but she needs to forget as you have…hopefully you follow? WHATEVER!  He didn”t respond because he’s beyond over it (as am I)…so then why do other guys that don’t want me respond….is it only to boost their ego? I just am so confused why pay me the time of day if you really are just not into me…

Ahh just love READING into stuff and OVERANALYZING…I wish I could just drop these thoughts, it’s like I’m an investigator and I’m working hard to figure out WHY. When we all know there isn’t a WHY, but I can’t seem to convince myself of such. HELP!

I love you, goodbye…

Just have an obsession with this Celine Dion song at the moment, hence today’s title…I like to torment myself with sad music. I guess it describes how I feel at the moment…it’s more or less how I’ve released myself from ‘dating situations’ as of date. I’m gonna stop being nice, stop being ME, and let you go…because you didn’t want ME.

So, the ‘date’ last night with MichiganhottieII didn’t happen. I think I need to abort the two cars and hop on the next train—so to speak! I just don’t want to be played, I’d rather have a good rep than that of a ghasp! ‘slut.’ Guys make a joke of a girl who hops around their crew…this much I know. I’m def not looking to do that! That said, I ended up also txting back Michiganhottie “That’s so un “Michiganhottie” like! I’ve been busy. Hoping for a snowstorm so I can ”work from home” tomorrow:) Keep me posted on drinks-din!”

Michhottie never wrote back…

Really, it’s fair game, I’ve had discussions with both for drinks at this point. They can both not act, one can act first or I can just forget it happened and blow either/or off. Let’s be honest, they are being d-bags. Really!? REMEMBER THIS SOD-Damnit! Regardless, I’m just not one to walk away as the “bad person.” Though maybe I should?!

Yet again today, someone told me “You are too nice!”  Another person said “You crack me up!” I used to think these were ok traits, I’m just not sure, because I think they are abused traits.

Personally, why do I have to be the one to love you…goodbye.

these guys are all douches

Like to give a shout out to my brother for this subject.

I’ve disappeared…kinda a problem…hmm this sounds familiar to the men SOD takes an interest in. Guess I shouldn’t criticize eh?

So here’s the latest…been over a month since I officially purged that douche of a douche BlueEyes he can take his Bronco’s Calendar and jerk it.  Anyway, I’m pretty proud of myself and am so fortunate to have some awesome girlfriends help me pass time:)

In the interim, I feel I’ve become entangled in a love triangle cluster fuck. Met this sweetheart of a guy or so I’d like to think, Michhottie on Fire Island. Saw him on the beach and at the bar approached him and he knew me as THE SOD aka (my real name). He was just incredibly amazing, like male version of me. ha!  Woah, tootin my own horn. We watched some football games when one day Michhottie’s frat bro shows up and takes my number we will call him MichhottieII. Since they are friends with similar motives I am discovering, these names make sense.

Anyway, MichhottieII pursued me to no avail. But I should preface his first pursuit was “come straddle me” in the form of a text…such a turn off buddy. In this lovely cluster F of  my liking Michhottie, his buddy II has since pursued. So I decided I needed to get it outta my system and ask Michhottie for drinks…he never responds…of course until I pursue II for drinks he’s been offering…

Go FIGURE…I send II a text this morning ”When are we getting drinks you proposed?” NO SOONER do I send then I notice a text from Michhottie:

“apologies for my lack of response and being mia. dinner or drinks would be great…unfort i continue to get crushed by work as of late…how are things on your end…”

 

II hasn’t said anything since…I’m waiting for him to respond first. I think the joke is on me and dinner? Michhottie? I just said drinks Michhottie…what say you?!

xo,

Confused SOD

I’ll take a GRANDE VENTi…

Guess whose biiiiizzzack…hmm guess that’s a Jigga Man’s verse and NOT from the NOTORIOUS himself. Regardless, I’m not that cool, nor can I rap with lyrics in my face as I learned at Karoke this weekend Whatever.

So, I decided that I needed to get back to relating to my inner feelings. Yes, SOD has been MIA and not in Miami, just MIA. sigh.

Where to begin? I guess we take this slow, kinda like a relationship should be. I’ll start with a simple story. Relevant to a coffee experience gone wrong, that turned into a lunch of wine. So about 3-4 weeks ago, SOD was a lil hungover shall we say and decided in her silly-ness based on a convo with a girlfriend the night before that it’s always good to “keep in touch” with your men. I mean it’s good advice right? EH! Who knows. So feeling a lil blue, shocker-who knew alcohol could do that to you…I decided WTF! I’ll text BlueEyes! So I did…and he wrote right back. We were going to have coffee, we ended up drinking wine for 2+ hours and having a wonderful convo. He had written back to my text: “SOD Shy? That’s rich!”  Yes, thank you for your extensive vocabulary BE…you are very well edumacated Blue Eyes…MWAH!

Anyway, SOD needed to get some groceries at a local store near his casa. So after vino we walked and hugged and that was that. SOD as per usual sent him a note to the effect of “SO great to see you BE;)! SOD”  He writes back “Good to see you too!” SWEET. What does all this mean? DON’T EVEN FUCKING ANALYZE…oh but as any women would, why wouldn’t I? ya, I know BOOOO SOD BOOOO ON YOU.

In the meantime, I’ve learned in all aspects of life not to Throw My Eggs in One Basket. Shoot I don’t have a ring on my finger, why would I? That’s where the next part of this dramz unfolds. Go figure the following weekend I’m sweating balls in the park in my sexy turquoise bikini and matching bandana, when I spot out of the corner of my eye BE’s and Big Sister’s mutual friend…she just “happens” to move her towel next to me and we all start chatting, when wouldn’t you fucking know it, Mr. Blue Eyes himself shows up! WTF! Seriously!?…that went wonderful, no touching, SOD shaking and being a nervous nut…awesome. awesome. awesome.

One week later yet, aka this past weekend. SOD says “fuck it” again and on Saturday night rings up BE. Voicemail left. “Hey BE, it’s SOD, hope you are having a good weekend. I have a quick question for you, give me a buzz tonight or tomorrow. Talk soon!”  8:30pm….10:30pm ring ring ring “BE calling” “Hey SOD it’s BE” “Hey I knew it was you what’s up?” “Eh not much just painting….etc etc etc etc” I won’t bore you, but I grew some balls and asked him to come out. WAIT, did he just say painting? He wasn’t workin? OMG!!! WOW improvement! He didn’t want to come out, but whatever…I don’t take this stuff too seriously! I just don’t! 

Last night, I go to check my jdate profile…ya I’m totally on it and I don’t care to admit it either! And I check the back log on who has viewed my profile…oh ya…BLUE EYES…Last night I couldn’t sleep. It wasn’t so much about him and his passive ways it’s just that I’m still having trouble connecting to what it is that drives me to such silly-ness. He obviously likes me, but why play the game. I’m not being hard to get or maybe I am and he knows he’s not being good enough? Oops here I go, analyzing!

I’ll take a GRANDE VENTi please….sorry this is old newzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

*Just to make the follow up a little more intriguing…I sent BE a text about an hour ago “So, how do you like my j-date profile?” hardy har har…

Milestones

So I got to thinking…ya it’s been a while since I posted :X Look I’ve not been in the right mindset! I think so much has happened to me since 2009 began that I’m just starting to wrap my head around just how it’s affected me, mentally, physically and emotionally. Alright, THAT’S ENOUGH, I’ll stop there for now.

For those out there reading my blog, we’ve all got ex’s, yeppers we do! So now comes the question…when to recognize them? Specifics here, let’s discuss the ever lingering once a year, anniversary, known as the birth of said X. SWEET! So…we all know the men that didn’t last long enough to give them a Facebook “Happpppy B’day” B.S. note etc. etc. Hiya BlueEyes  But then, what about someone like NarcissistX? So, since he knew 18 year old was graduating college and they have subsequently moved in with eachother he’s disappeared (funny that’s right about the time I started this blog in March, damnit Alanis get out of my head). Convenient for him since I’ve asked for a few years to be left alone and NOW because he has his crutch available 24/7 why need SOD?! Anyway, look I’m not going to get into the knitty gritty, but he knew I was hurt, dealing with something and I sent him a picture of a recent injury after he had said in recent weeks to let him know (note: literally since end of March maybe 3 times we’ve communicated, once was an rando run in). I realize some personal stuff happened to him, he got laid off, but I also was super nice about that. Anyway, I really don’t feel like saying shit to him on his bday HONESTLY. But he is 30…WOW, 30 when did that happen? 

Thinking back to my birthday last year, I think about what he did (this is how I always base what I will do). This past year let’s see…oh at about 11:45pm he IM’d me and said “Feliz Birthday!”  Oh right, that is EXTREMELY LAME. LMFAO, right? So do I text him, “Feliz Birthday backatcha!”  Or hmmm I’m def not calling, maybe an email? I don’t care if he doesn’t respond, but I sort of feel like he never acknowledged my last email explaining I had a cast on which is kind of…RUDE and mean!
One things for sure, I have one of my best friends Bridal showers (and it’s her bday too) all that day, so whatever I do, if I do anything, will be later in the day…

Hot damn if he was my man I’d be throwing a kick ass partay! His loss…

Pending Request

Facebook that is…

So, where to begin? Oh, so I’m on Fire Island this weekend and of course I run into random jdate douches and people I know. SOD, cannot go anywhere without knowing people…um ya…kinda annoying! 

Naturally, I get smacked BAM in the face…literally BAM is standing right in front of me the first night and first bar we go to….BAM BAM BAM…go back to Miami. Anyway, he’s been a major d-bag since we last hooked up, like even more than he was before. I actually used to think he was a nice guy. I think that shit is done and done. Mostly because I said, LOOK BAM…I’m pretty much over the BS. I’m at an age where I want to date someone and not just Pump n Dump for a lack of a better term and completing a $20 cab trip to HIS place on HIS time for what? An hour with him, only to feel like shit for weeks after committing such whore-itry! PAHLEEZ…no good. really!

Rando, SOD is beat night #2 on the island when she goes to Maguires bar at about oh approximately 2:30am. Cut the line bitches and no cover paid (just how I like my drinks too…FREE!!!!) Anyway, I’m buzzed off my ehh TWO vodka sodas…and walk outside to the back patio where Knightnshiningcharmer appears. He says to me “Wow you are beautiful! What’s your name?” HA! I think I literally laughed in his face:) OOOPS…then he says, no no seriously!  Can I get you a drink or do you want to dance or both? I was like hmmmm I’ll get a drink?! (though I was already buzzed enough!) He actually took my number and such and wanted to call it and then insisted on taking me a restaurant in the city this coming weekend. WE SHALL SEE! I basically played a huge tease it felt FCUKING AWESOME!

 

Guess who Facebook friended me today??? oh yes he did! Knightnshiningcharmer. After BlueEyes and that whole FB friend bs…I think you will just have to marinate like others do and take your number….PEND Request…