The Toothbrush Guy

So I have this theory: If a guy offers you a toothbrush, it may NOT be a good thing after all. Many girls will speculate that leaving behind a toothbrush indicates the relationship moving in a more serious direction. Maybe, maybe not. There was a time where I was dating a guy that was actually my friend for awhile. He had been in a relationship when I met him and it wasn't until after that relationship ended that he pursued me. I always had a little thing for him. He was smart, funny, sweet and cute. Or so I thought. Since we had been friends you would think that we were past the "getting to know you" phase. You should already know if you like me or not. Right? Wrong!

We started to casually date and it was fun. He would invite me over to spend the night at times, you know, to cuddle and all that. After spending the night a couple times he pulled out an extra toothbrush and said "its extra. you can have it and keep it here." Now I really don't read too much into things. When I was given this beautiful gift I was thinking "sweet a toothbrush! now I don't have to worry about dental hygiene. And it even has those massaging bristles!" So I tried out this new toothbrush, went to bed and that was that. Never heard from him again.

Or at least until he called me after TWO WEEKS. I was so annoyed. Who does he think he is? Ignoring him would be too easy so I decided to go out one last time just for the opportunity to remind him how much of an ass he was. So after getting a couple drinks he drops me back off at my place and tries to spend the night. At that point I told him I wasn't going to put up with the indecisive bullshit and he had to make a decision. His response: "I'm sorry it took me forever to call you back, I was just afraid you wanted more than I did." Well excuse me for liking a toothbrush which YOU gave me. This just proves how idiotic men can be. Give a girl a toothbrush and then assume that she wants to marry you. He didn't even ask what I wanted out of the relationship or to the extent of my feelings (which were not that extended). Assumptions will always prove to make an ass out of you and me; and all over a stupid toothbrush.

...And Still NO Shades

When we left off, I was still in communication with the guy that has my sunglasses across the street. He had texted me to say that he has them as if I didn't already know. Well after keeping him waiting for about a day I decided to reply with a simple "Awesome, thanks." This was on Friday afternoon. Later that night, while I was out with friends he started texting me asking what I was up to and wanting to meet up. Being that I was with friends I declined his invitation. Dont you love it when that happens? So that was that, until the next day when he invited me out, but this time to a sun filled day out on the lake. Since I already had BBQ to get to, I had to deny him yet AGAIN.

Now I've already blown him off twice over, the ball was in my court. So I sent him a text to show interest in hanging out sometime this week. He did reply, but only to ask if he had to bring the sunglasses. Very cute. To not scare him away with my impatience, flattery is probably the best tool to use at this point. I told him that the sunglasses would help me be in the presence of his blinding good looks. The banter went back and forth for a little while longer but the end of it... no date to meet up. UGH! At this point I'm getting a new pair..any suggestions?

...and the search for the missing shades continues

So the day went by and I never received any sort of message requesting a meet up to return my glasses. Typical and not surprising. However, I did wake up to a text that simply states "I got your glasses trouble." Oh really? Tell me something I don't know! Now that you've recognized that you are holding my glasses hostage can we negotiate the terms in which I can get them back? Games Games Games

Give Me Back My Shades, Son!

They always say dont mix business with pleasure, but rules are made to be broken right? I was working a little brunch at the luxury apartments next door, kind of annoyed that I would be missing the World Cup Final. In came a tenant ready to enjoy some breakfast burritos, and somehow I was able to get him interested in my jewelry booth. He was really friendly and absolutly hilarious! Knowing that I wanted to watch the game, he invited me up to the pool deck after the event. We ended up spending the rest of the day together. Watched the game, went back to his place and siped on vodka on his balcony. Then we discovered a Daqurie Drive-Thru place. Went there, ordered take out, went swimming, it goes on and on. Needless to say it was fun and we hit it off.

Its been known in the past to leave a personal item so that theres a reason to see that certain someone again. Well dont do it! Its the biggest pain in the world. Maybe I'm playing it all wrong, but I left my sunglasses and the Dallas sun is not having mercy. After a day I figured I would bring it to his attention since he may not even know. I sent him a text informing him that I left my shades and if he would look for me. Three hours later he tells me he would check. How long could it take to scan a small kitchen?! No more than a couple seconds for sure! Well a couple days pass by and still no word. I shoot him another text asking how the search is going. Apparently he did find them and he will be get them to me today.. hmmm doubtful. I can't believe I'm being played in a stupid game. Well if there's anything I know is how to turn the tables around. I'll get my shades back and I'll have you thinking twice before trying to play me again.

Here's a New Game: Its Called NOT Playing One!

No matter how old you get or how mature you think the significant other is, you can never get away from the games. Why is that? If everyone decided to throw in the towel and stop this nonsense, then it would cease to exist. Well this works in theory anyway. Games are and always will be a part of dating. Recently I was asked out to a movie but because it was last minute, I already had plans for the evening and was not able to make it. Being that I was genuinely interested, I asked for a raincheck though. Now, if this was someone I did NOT want to see, I would have just said "sorry I'm busy" and left it at that. Obviously, asking for a raincheck is a sign of interest. The guy's reply to the raincheck: "ill have to think about it lol"

Really? Now the idea of going out to see a movie has been complicated by the initiation of some game. Is that even necessary at all? Now I begin to wonder why so many relationships are quick to fail. No more. Let's see how much farther one can get WITHOUT playing games.

Joshing with the Joshes

There was a guy I was recently involved with and his name was Josh. He wasn't the first Josh I ever met but obviously, after being together, the name sticks out in my mind. I adored him for unexplainable reasons, but things did not work out. It happens and it was not a heartbreaking endeavour, so I looked forward to moving on.

After moving to a new location, it takes awhile to get you bearings and meet people. So far the pool has been the perfect place to make new friends. Some are actual residents while others or just friends of friends visitng for the day or weekend. It was Memeorial Day Saturday and the pool was a reflection of MTV Spring Break. People played Beer Pong on floating tables, Bacardi was promoting Mojitos and bikini-clad girls were throwing Jello Shots left and right. Luckily I saw some people I had just met and joined them in the hot tub to kick off the party. A friend of theirs, who I hadn't met before, jumped right in and was a complete frat guy. He was a hot mess, but cute nonetheless. As it turns out his name was Josh. Never thought I would see him again, but in fact I did! The next day. He was a lot more sober and we started to get to know each other. I doubt he even remembered the day before. Got to love irony.

The following weekend I joined my girlfriends by the pool once again. I decided to lay out and take a quick nap. It proved to be very difficult since this man was rummagging right next to my chair. He started to strike a conversation with me and introduced himself as to what I thought was "John." Unfortunatly I miss heard him and his name was really "Josh." It just had to be Josh didn't it. He was fun and we had some good conversation. Somehow the sauna came to mind and we decided to check it out. Now I have never ever been in a sauna and I guess I wasn't really expecting a dry, hot room. Go figure right? While relaxing, I caught myself falling asleep so I suggested we go back to the pool and join the rest of the party. Did I mention we were alone? Well as I got up to leave he took hold of my arm and stole a kiss. I would say things got "steamy" but this was a dry sauna after all.

So now I have all these Joshes with and not enough places to go. Probably better because I confuse myself just thinking about it. On the brightside at least I cant mix up their names.

So Much for Trying to be Good

As a recent graduate, my life is going through some renovations. New apartment, new job and the prospects of new men. Out of college means a more mature living and essentially a more mature way of dating. No more walk of shames down the student dorms, no more games and no more hook ups! At least that's the goal. I've had my rebellion stage, and even though I acted more conservatively than most sexual rebels, I did come out of it with a few regrets. Sex has no meaning anymore, not unless I actually have feelings for someone. The thrill now depends on the emotional high and I have to know at least something worth while of someone for that to happen. So what's the point of having sex if the satisfaction is gone. Exactly! There's no point.

Well I have been in contact with one of my neighbors and after a couple meet n' greets at the pool, I decided to hit him up while I was in Uptown. As it turns out he was at the bar next door and he came over to hang out. His friends joined us and we all went bar hopping after our little vino pre-game. Afterward, he held a little after party at his place, and by little I mean he, his friend, my best friend and myself. The ten other people from earlier this evening had gone their separate ways. He showed me a tour of his apartment, wine in hand, which made us both very sleepy. Coincidentally the tour ended in his bedroom. Granted I was on my best behavior, though my lips were not, but I cant help but feel things went a little faster than what was neccessary. Hopefully no false perceptions were made about my integrity to blossom out of my rebellious stage. No guy likes an easy girl and I am not an easy girl. He was a sweetheart though, holding me tight all night and caressing my arm as I woke up. Even hugged and kissed me when I walked into the living room. As I made my way across the parking garage and down two flights of stairs, still in my dress and stilettos from the night before. Talk about a walk of shame. I'm a graduate for crying out loud! Maybe I should have pulled the classic trick and left a personal article behind. Oh well, guess its time to play the waiting game.