...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?

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.

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.