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.