My future is looking bright. And includes an older man by 5-6 years whose astrological sign is Capricorn who I will meet in February and marry in 2013. At least that is what psychic Bob told me. I love him. I also love that my deceased grandmother told psychic Bob to tell me to "get out of your head!" Sound advice Granny, thanks. My only question is: does getting out of my head also mean enjoying time with some men before meeting my LPP in February? Granny?
I say yes. My counselor said to go ahead and enjoy some attention and flattery as long as I know that is all it is. Not to be confused with love or connection. Done. I have been flattered by a man who recently took me to dinner and then offered to massage my feet. This made up slightly for the 5 men I interacted with the week before who ranged from 30-70 years of age but all had one thing in common: douchebag-ness. It was pitiful, disappointing and unimpressive. And I told them so. It is true what they say about opening up to the laws of attraction. Men will start to flock your way because they all hear the call, you just have to weed through them and focus on the goal. One of my ex-boyfriends obviously has a keen sense of hearing. Somehow he always texts me right before I meet someone new. He texted me last week. In closing, my future is looking bright.
Total: $160
Here's to February and all the good times in between!
P.S.- I fear that a recent and intense spike in my libido will cause me to make decisions I would otherwise resist. My deepest hope is that this is merely related to the excessive watching of Hallmark Holiday movies combined with my failure to take my meds this weekend. In the mean time my mantra has been "take it to your vibrator". Luckily there was a special on batteries at CVS last week.
© Uptown Girl 2011
Monday, December 12, 2011
My collected works of the past month: Part One
Changing the dating pattern! I have successfully said, "no thank you". Hopefully changing the course of events in my dating life for the better. Forever. The drama that ensued post decline of dating services was like nothing I have ever witnessed or experienced, other than that "investment manager" who recently sent a 1600 word email to a first date that never returned his calls. The moral of my story (which is maybe not worth going into fully but did overwhelm my phone's text receiving capabilities) is to trust my instincts. When you think the man is a little effeminate for your taste, trust it. He will potentially turn into a needy man that can't handle rejection well. He may even proceed to text you the longest text you have ever gotten in your life about why you should give him a chance. He might even call your friend and ask her why you won't go on a date with him. Don't be surprised when he accidentally texts you instead of your friend about another girl. OMG. I conversed with the man for maybe 2 hours at a bar. I mean, I am cute and fun but seriously?
Dating is risky business. It is not to be taken lightly or to be attempted without a wing-woman to cover you. Said wing-woman must also have the skills and know-how to manage the man's insecurity for 24-48 hours post rejection even if she hardly knew him too.
My love and thanks to my wing woman for protecting me. I would do the same for you in a heartbeat...but pray neither of us have to again!
Favorite quote from a well seasoned woman:
"You only need one. Percentage wise you have only scraped the surface. Someone is looking for you too."
Total: $197
He did buy me a drink ...no...WAIT A MINUTE! His friend bought me a drink! Uf!
Dating is risky business. It is not to be taken lightly or to be attempted without a wing-woman to cover you. Said wing-woman must also have the skills and know-how to manage the man's insecurity for 24-48 hours post rejection even if she hardly knew him too.
My love and thanks to my wing woman for protecting me. I would do the same for you in a heartbeat...but pray neither of us have to again!
Favorite quote from a well seasoned woman:
"You only need one. Percentage wise you have only scraped the surface. Someone is looking for you too."
Total: $197
He did buy me a drink ...no...WAIT A MINUTE! His friend bought me a drink! Uf!
Saturday, October 22, 2011
And another one...
...bites the dust.
After some pondering, self reflection and good ol' fashioned girl time (aka: Bitch Fest. Thank goodness for my sisters that help open my eyes to what I can't always see and feel free to say the words I don't always feel comfortable saying about men who will remain unnamed...eckhem).
I tried over the past week to think of a clever, eloquent and respectful way to express in blog format the end of my Mac & Cheese adventures. But people, it didn't really end that way. It was mostly a mixture of confusion, ambivalence, poor form and (to quote Mac) "asshole behavior". He is NOT an asshole. Up until now he has been a mostly respectful, fun, and giving man. I don't believe someones actions make them who they are, it just makes me not want to share time with them. But I digress...
A curious sick excuse ending a date early; decreased quantity and quality of texting led to the phone call, "Let's take a breather and plan for dinner next week." That was two weeks ago and there has been no communication from him to date. Excuse me, there was one text after 5 days sans communication. It basically read, "Are you traveling today or toiling away like the rest of us non-bankers?" (Is it sad that I have that memorized? Ummm...kinda.) I responded with an equally ambivalent text and then...nothing. (Just in case he had suffered serious injury or illness preventing him from communication I took the stalker liberty of seeing if he had any updates on facebook. Rest assured he is alive and well.) In an attempt to be decent and respectful of the time we shared I called Mac to put a sweet closure on things. I have successfully, or maybe more unsuccessfully, made closure with his voicemail. Awesome. Seriously? Seriously.
The most frustrating part about this is the lack of control and then self doubt I create in my head. And then hindsight sets in, damn it's 20/20 vision. The red, yellow and orange flags are all crystal clear now. A part of me recognized them early on, my gut gave me the "uh oh feeling" but I tucked them away as usual. I am beginning to see a pattern here. Step 1: Date a nice guy for 6 months, break up with him, he cries. Step 2: Date a no-so awesome guy for a month or two, he fades away leaving me confused. And repeat steps 1 and 2 two more times. On a positive note- my future is lookin' bright! Up next is a nice guy but this time I am manifesting something more! He may cry, I may cry. But not of a broken heart. Instead it will be from a sweet knowing that we are each others partner in life. Watch out people. Mac did often say, on more than one self deprecating occasion, "Date me and you are sure to meet your husband. Every woman I date marries the next guy she meets." Bring it.
In the mean time I will continue to enjoy this life, the expectancy of what is to come and have a little time to fill up with love and faith in me again. It is doubtful that I will sign back on to Match in the near future, but do not fret ye fine readers, I have much to post about lessons learned. It will be an intermezzo, if you will, until the next date. (I did have the opportunity to meet a fine gentlemen thanks to a group set up by sweet friends. I am not sure what if anything will come of it but he gives me faith that there are good ones out there. And some of them can even cook! With local produce!)
This blog began with appreciating the value of a dollar, eight hundred forty of them to be exact. I greatly value all the fun times I had with Mac. It was lovely being courted and swept away. Let's be honest, he was good blogging material. But as it goes in dating when the dust settled and reality kicked in we just weren't life path partner material for each other.
To Mac, good luck with your search ;)
I have a mirror that says "Loving oneself is the beginning of a life long romance." Amen. May you all have that kind of lifelong love and more.
Much love,
Your Uptown Girl
Total: Still $205
(I have recalled some past Match dates that may just bring that balance down to the double digits...one being the original "Fry Guy". Next time ladies.)
© Uptown Girl 2011
After some pondering, self reflection and good ol' fashioned girl time (aka: Bitch Fest. Thank goodness for my sisters that help open my eyes to what I can't always see and feel free to say the words I don't always feel comfortable saying about men who will remain unnamed...eckhem).
I tried over the past week to think of a clever, eloquent and respectful way to express in blog format the end of my Mac & Cheese adventures. But people, it didn't really end that way. It was mostly a mixture of confusion, ambivalence, poor form and (to quote Mac) "asshole behavior". He is NOT an asshole. Up until now he has been a mostly respectful, fun, and giving man. I don't believe someones actions make them who they are, it just makes me not want to share time with them. But I digress...
A curious sick excuse ending a date early; decreased quantity and quality of texting led to the phone call, "Let's take a breather and plan for dinner next week." That was two weeks ago and there has been no communication from him to date. Excuse me, there was one text after 5 days sans communication. It basically read, "Are you traveling today or toiling away like the rest of us non-bankers?" (Is it sad that I have that memorized? Ummm...kinda.) I responded with an equally ambivalent text and then...nothing. (Just in case he had suffered serious injury or illness preventing him from communication I took the stalker liberty of seeing if he had any updates on facebook. Rest assured he is alive and well.) In an attempt to be decent and respectful of the time we shared I called Mac to put a sweet closure on things. I have successfully, or maybe more unsuccessfully, made closure with his voicemail. Awesome. Seriously? Seriously.
The most frustrating part about this is the lack of control and then self doubt I create in my head. And then hindsight sets in, damn it's 20/20 vision. The red, yellow and orange flags are all crystal clear now. A part of me recognized them early on, my gut gave me the "uh oh feeling" but I tucked them away as usual. I am beginning to see a pattern here. Step 1: Date a nice guy for 6 months, break up with him, he cries. Step 2: Date a no-so awesome guy for a month or two, he fades away leaving me confused. And repeat steps 1 and 2 two more times. On a positive note- my future is lookin' bright! Up next is a nice guy but this time I am manifesting something more! He may cry, I may cry. But not of a broken heart. Instead it will be from a sweet knowing that we are each others partner in life. Watch out people. Mac did often say, on more than one self deprecating occasion, "Date me and you are sure to meet your husband. Every woman I date marries the next guy she meets." Bring it.
In the mean time I will continue to enjoy this life, the expectancy of what is to come and have a little time to fill up with love and faith in me again. It is doubtful that I will sign back on to Match in the near future, but do not fret ye fine readers, I have much to post about lessons learned. It will be an intermezzo, if you will, until the next date. (I did have the opportunity to meet a fine gentlemen thanks to a group set up by sweet friends. I am not sure what if anything will come of it but he gives me faith that there are good ones out there. And some of them can even cook! With local produce!)
This blog began with appreciating the value of a dollar, eight hundred forty of them to be exact. I greatly value all the fun times I had with Mac. It was lovely being courted and swept away. Let's be honest, he was good blogging material. But as it goes in dating when the dust settled and reality kicked in we just weren't life path partner material for each other.
To Mac, good luck with your search ;)
I have a mirror that says "Loving oneself is the beginning of a life long romance." Amen. May you all have that kind of lifelong love and more.
Much love,
Your Uptown Girl
Total: Still $205
(I have recalled some past Match dates that may just bring that balance down to the double digits...one being the original "Fry Guy". Next time ladies.)
© Uptown Girl 2011
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Lil' Annie Oakley
(From concertos to tractor pulls the man knows how to make a girl feel down right special)
So, I have this thing for bow ties. When I strategically asked Mac a few weeks ago if he ever wears them he replied he would love to but doesn't currently own one. As our symphony date approached I knew what I had to do. On Wednesday night I biked my little chassis to Brooks Brother's and purchased, according to the salesman, the quintessential bow tie. The "BB1" if you will. I was given a brief lesson in tying the BB1 then had it boxed (which looked worth as much as the bow tie) and strapped to my camelback for the ride home. I risked my life a few times trying to keep the box secure but it was well worth it!
Mac arrived sporting a dark blue suite and white shirt with subtle baby blue stripes...perfect!! I handed him the over sized bag and he immediately blushed then tore into it at a pace not fitting for my excitement. And...he loved it! I stood on the couch and tied it around his 17 1/2'' neck. Final time: 20 minutes. I felt a little anxious that he may not really like it as much as I hoped but looking at him I realized I wasn't that concerned. He looked damn fine to me so I was happy. And my counselor always says men are happy when their women are happy.
The combination of bow tie, cologne, grass hopper cocktail, and symphony took me to that place where anything is possible, where life is blissful and the man next to you could be everything you imagine. I whispered "I love this", and he replied "Me too." We sat there holding hands for two hours completely entranced by the music. It had triple the power of a quality romantic movie or an Otis Redding song. I loved that he loved it as much as I did...mush mush. Sit, Stay.
Forty eight hours later I found myself listening to the harmonious sounds of a good ole tractor pull. My journey to the country also included an introduction to the family farm chickens and the local leather shop where Mac bought me a hat perfect for shooting a 22 on the mark with my first try....and second, and third...! The meeting of the parents was brief and painless, almost to a curious extreme. I started to wonder if this dude brings so many chics to the farm that his parents are unimpressed by new women or maybe just me. It could also be that the combination of my classic beauty and cowboy boots threw them off a bit. Only time will tell. All that master shooting worked up an appetite that only a good burger and fries at the soda shoppe could satisfy. Done and done. I still get excited every time he orders fries.
We ended the night with a mostly terrible movie, some impressive guitar playing and quality cuddle time in his bachelor pad of a pool house. Of note, there is a bike in the kitchen and nothing but styrofoam containers and a pizza box filling the fridge. He wasn't kidding.
It pains me to say we are approaching that irreversible place where the courting efforts slowly diminish, where the possibility of never seeing another surprise bouquet of flowers is very real, where my zero balance may never be met. You know that time, when dinner dates are replaced by nights-in watching TV and going to bed early, pants on. Mac has just suggested two dating activities that are Free! However his attempts to help with dinner or willingness to watch girly TV do not go unrecognized. He is so good I can't even make him sound that bad for entertainment purposes on this blog.
I have seen from wence he came and continue to want him as my cuddle buddy until further notice.
Love and more love,
Uptown Girl
ps- I must admit something is in the air...it could just be that transition into fall. But I have a feeling there is going to be a shift that may not seem positive in the beginning but will all make sense in the end. Hopefully I will recognize it, embrace it and learn the lesson. If only I could do this on a daily basis in all my relationships of self, work, family and those complicatedly simple men folk.
Total: $205
(it is worth reporting that the tractor pull was $10 each! Likely the most expensive part of the weekend.)
So, I have this thing for bow ties. When I strategically asked Mac a few weeks ago if he ever wears them he replied he would love to but doesn't currently own one. As our symphony date approached I knew what I had to do. On Wednesday night I biked my little chassis to Brooks Brother's and purchased, according to the salesman, the quintessential bow tie. The "BB1" if you will. I was given a brief lesson in tying the BB1 then had it boxed (which looked worth as much as the bow tie) and strapped to my camelback for the ride home. I risked my life a few times trying to keep the box secure but it was well worth it!
Mac arrived sporting a dark blue suite and white shirt with subtle baby blue stripes...perfect!! I handed him the over sized bag and he immediately blushed then tore into it at a pace not fitting for my excitement. And...he loved it! I stood on the couch and tied it around his 17 1/2'' neck. Final time: 20 minutes. I felt a little anxious that he may not really like it as much as I hoped but looking at him I realized I wasn't that concerned. He looked damn fine to me so I was happy. And my counselor always says men are happy when their women are happy.
The combination of bow tie, cologne, grass hopper cocktail, and symphony took me to that place where anything is possible, where life is blissful and the man next to you could be everything you imagine. I whispered "I love this", and he replied "Me too." We sat there holding hands for two hours completely entranced by the music. It had triple the power of a quality romantic movie or an Otis Redding song. I loved that he loved it as much as I did...mush mush. Sit, Stay.
Forty eight hours later I found myself listening to the harmonious sounds of a good ole tractor pull. My journey to the country also included an introduction to the family farm chickens and the local leather shop where Mac bought me a hat perfect for shooting a 22 on the mark with my first try....and second, and third...! The meeting of the parents was brief and painless, almost to a curious extreme. I started to wonder if this dude brings so many chics to the farm that his parents are unimpressed by new women or maybe just me. It could also be that the combination of my classic beauty and cowboy boots threw them off a bit. Only time will tell. All that master shooting worked up an appetite that only a good burger and fries at the soda shoppe could satisfy. Done and done. I still get excited every time he orders fries.
We ended the night with a mostly terrible movie, some impressive guitar playing and quality cuddle time in his bachelor pad of a pool house. Of note, there is a bike in the kitchen and nothing but styrofoam containers and a pizza box filling the fridge. He wasn't kidding.
It pains me to say we are approaching that irreversible place where the courting efforts slowly diminish, where the possibility of never seeing another surprise bouquet of flowers is very real, where my zero balance may never be met. You know that time, when dinner dates are replaced by nights-in watching TV and going to bed early, pants on. Mac has just suggested two dating activities that are Free! However his attempts to help with dinner or willingness to watch girly TV do not go unrecognized. He is so good I can't even make him sound that bad for entertainment purposes on this blog.
I have seen from wence he came and continue to want him as my cuddle buddy until further notice.
Love and more love,
Uptown Girl
ps- I must admit something is in the air...it could just be that transition into fall. But I have a feeling there is going to be a shift that may not seem positive in the beginning but will all make sense in the end. Hopefully I will recognize it, embrace it and learn the lesson. If only I could do this on a daily basis in all my relationships of self, work, family and those complicatedly simple men folk.
Total: $205
(it is worth reporting that the tractor pull was $10 each! Likely the most expensive part of the weekend.)
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Pardon the brief interlude...
Dear Friends,
My sincerest apologies for the delay in blogging! I credit it all to Mac&Cheese. For one he has neglected to send me the final version of his guest blog post and does not feel the unedited version will do the blog justice. Number two he is effectively making up for his blogging procrastination by spending quality time with me which in turn decreases my available time to blog. OMG it's been over a week, almost two for the love! Allow me to get you up to speed...
The last time you heard from me Mac and I were honoring the "pants on" rule all the while becoming more and more smitten. And so it continues. Per my mother's recommendation I will not go into anymore bedroom activities (or pool, kitchen, shower, etc) henceforth. I will merely state for the record that Mac has continued to honor all boundaries set forth (even if I am not) and his skill in kissing was only the tip of a sizable iceberg. Done.
Last Wednesday we met up for a late dinner which was meant to be preceded by a lunch date. Due to unruly clients and a tight schedule Mac had to cancel the lunch. He was sincerely apologetic and brought a beautiful bouquet of flowers to prove it. A close friend had requested to hang at my place for a nearby concert and Mac didn't skip a beat when I asked if she could join us for drinks before dinner. After drinks I not so strategically escorted my friend one block to the concert while Mac snagged a dinner table for us. During our walk my friend confirmed that Mac was cool enough to stick around for a second evaluation. At dinner Mac decided to tell me everything bad about him so that "if I decided in May of 2012 he could take his pants off I would be making an educated decision." It is safe to say his bad parts are equal to if not better than my own. He might have knocked off a few months just for the honesty. Well done sir.
On Friday Mac nonchalantly emailed to say he scored two 5th row seats to Bela Fleck for next Thursday. My response: "Shut Up! That is awesome!" (then immediately looked up Bela Fleck on Pandora to see what he was talking about. Sweet!)
Mac showed up Saturday afternoon for a hike I had suggested to start off our weekend. I failed to mention the hike was meant to be my workout for the day and not the leisurely hike he intended as evidenced by his slip-on Merrill's. An unintentional four point five miles later he regretted his shoe choice and lack of recent hiking experience. But his regret was laced with good humor and followed by a great dinner and early night in...bed. He also sweet talked me into a bit of healing touch on his knee (the fact that he was naked only makes the energy work more effective and this is in no way a sexual innuedo for other activites) and a foot massage. With clothing on we biked our way to my most favorite local eatery for brunch. Mac fell in love with the place and has been talking it up to friends since; scoring himself a few more points once again. With our stomachs full of good carbs we biked to the football game to which his parents had given us great tickets. Our home team won in a fabulous game of sportsmanship! And Mac told me I was prettier than all the cheerleaders combined. (So maybe he didn't say that out loud so much as with his eyes. He has honest eyes). With a post-win pep in our spin step we biked the hills back to my place and took a cool, very quick, dip in the pool. And here is something those of you who know me personally or any woman with a spit of body image issues can appreciate. I threw on my bikini, grabbed a towel, dashed up the stairs and took a speed walking jump into the pool with Mac close behind. I felt like a little girl who could care less about the way she looked and more about the fun she was having with this handsome man of a man. He jumped in after me, we simultaneously bobbed up from the surface saying "it's freezing" and quickly exited the pool laughing (causing everyone around us to feel madly jealous at our cuteness, I am sure of it!).
I bid farewell to Mac Sunday evening as he escorted me to the car of a grandfatherly neighbor who had requested I accompany him to dinner. Despite my previous reluctance to oblige I have turned a new leaf and decided, what's the harm? ($20 to the balance)
Total: $285
Favorite quotes:
"You have zero percent body fat." -Mac (he really said that one out loud, twice! God bless him!)
"Make sure he's not an "Easy Mac"." -Second Mother (My distain for microwaves will ensure I do not mistake him for such)
Love the skin you're in people...even if only for a moment!
Yours truly,
Uptown Girl
PS- It is quite possible I will be shooting a gun and meeting the parents this weekend! For serious!
© Uptown Girl 2010
My sincerest apologies for the delay in blogging! I credit it all to Mac&Cheese. For one he has neglected to send me the final version of his guest blog post and does not feel the unedited version will do the blog justice. Number two he is effectively making up for his blogging procrastination by spending quality time with me which in turn decreases my available time to blog. OMG it's been over a week, almost two for the love! Allow me to get you up to speed...
The last time you heard from me Mac and I were honoring the "pants on" rule all the while becoming more and more smitten. And so it continues. Per my mother's recommendation I will not go into anymore bedroom activities (or pool, kitchen, shower, etc) henceforth. I will merely state for the record that Mac has continued to honor all boundaries set forth (even if I am not) and his skill in kissing was only the tip of a sizable iceberg. Done.
Last Wednesday we met up for a late dinner which was meant to be preceded by a lunch date. Due to unruly clients and a tight schedule Mac had to cancel the lunch. He was sincerely apologetic and brought a beautiful bouquet of flowers to prove it. A close friend had requested to hang at my place for a nearby concert and Mac didn't skip a beat when I asked if she could join us for drinks before dinner. After drinks I not so strategically escorted my friend one block to the concert while Mac snagged a dinner table for us. During our walk my friend confirmed that Mac was cool enough to stick around for a second evaluation. At dinner Mac decided to tell me everything bad about him so that "if I decided in May of 2012 he could take his pants off I would be making an educated decision." It is safe to say his bad parts are equal to if not better than my own. He might have knocked off a few months just for the honesty. Well done sir.
On Friday Mac nonchalantly emailed to say he scored two 5th row seats to Bela Fleck for next Thursday. My response: "Shut Up! That is awesome!" (then immediately looked up Bela Fleck on Pandora to see what he was talking about. Sweet!)
Mac showed up Saturday afternoon for a hike I had suggested to start off our weekend. I failed to mention the hike was meant to be my workout for the day and not the leisurely hike he intended as evidenced by his slip-on Merrill's. An unintentional four point five miles later he regretted his shoe choice and lack of recent hiking experience. But his regret was laced with good humor and followed by a great dinner and early night in...bed. He also sweet talked me into a bit of healing touch on his knee (the fact that he was naked only makes the energy work more effective and this is in no way a sexual innuedo for other activites) and a foot massage. With clothing on we biked our way to my most favorite local eatery for brunch. Mac fell in love with the place and has been talking it up to friends since; scoring himself a few more points once again. With our stomachs full of good carbs we biked to the football game to which his parents had given us great tickets. Our home team won in a fabulous game of sportsmanship! And Mac told me I was prettier than all the cheerleaders combined. (So maybe he didn't say that out loud so much as with his eyes. He has honest eyes). With a post-win pep in our spin step we biked the hills back to my place and took a cool, very quick, dip in the pool. And here is something those of you who know me personally or any woman with a spit of body image issues can appreciate. I threw on my bikini, grabbed a towel, dashed up the stairs and took a speed walking jump into the pool with Mac close behind. I felt like a little girl who could care less about the way she looked and more about the fun she was having with this handsome man of a man. He jumped in after me, we simultaneously bobbed up from the surface saying "it's freezing" and quickly exited the pool laughing (causing everyone around us to feel madly jealous at our cuteness, I am sure of it!).
I bid farewell to Mac Sunday evening as he escorted me to the car of a grandfatherly neighbor who had requested I accompany him to dinner. Despite my previous reluctance to oblige I have turned a new leaf and decided, what's the harm? ($20 to the balance)
Total: $285
Favorite quotes:
"You have zero percent body fat." -Mac (he really said that one out loud, twice! God bless him!)
"Make sure he's not an "Easy Mac"." -Second Mother (My distain for microwaves will ensure I do not mistake him for such)
Love the skin you're in people...even if only for a moment!
Yours truly,
Uptown Girl
PS- It is quite possible I will be shooting a gun and meeting the parents this weekend! For serious!
© Uptown Girl 2010
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Pillow Talk
(Squeal of delight and expectiation!)
My last (and wonderful) date with Mac was Saturday night/Sunday morning (eh hem). It's Tuesday and I am still regaining my strength. This whole dating a handsome man is interupting my blogging schedule along with my sleep, eating and exercise. Oh the blessed side effects of a new crush (ok maybe more than a crush, let's be honest).
After a thrilling afternoon of de-wallpapering my mother's bathroom I raced home to get date-ready. My plan was to nap, clean my abode, shower and pick out the perfect outfit...I had 2 hours. Needless to say there was no beauty rest to be had and the perfect outfit came close to being a catastrophe...my closet continues to show the aftermath. Thank goodness for friends who know my wardrobe and can dress me over the phone!
Luckily Mac was running late as well so by the time he arrived I was perched on the brick wall outside my building looking as if I was chilling there for the last half hour, care free with cute hair. Mac suggested a Steak Dinner when he arrived (score to the Match balance). I had a moment of anxiety that he was thinking Logan's Road House. Once again he picked the perfect place and confirmed that he had made reservations before I could finish the question. The steak was good, the company better. What can I say? He is good. To the point I have invited him to be a guest writer on the blog. At this point he is still only privy to the blog if I am reading it to him. However if he were smart and sneaky like I would be in this case he would have already found the link through a quality google search.
The night concluded with 90's coverband dancing. I don't recall the band being this good last time...maybe it's the man. We had a blast and moved up a notch from side-by-side dancing. Of note, he sings well in a fake microphone.
Cuddling proficiency was demonstrated effectively (with pants on per my orders) and we found ourselves talking more than sleeping. The kissing is ahhh-mazing. I may have gotten 3 hours of sleep but I am living on that hidden energy only a sweet man can unlock. I think it is pretty safe to say we are both looking forward to the continued adventures of Watch Girl and Mac&Cheese.
My apologies for the lack of humor as the smitteness has taken over my writing and caused it to have more mush than usual. I will try to get back on track soon...but I am going to revel in this for as long as I please. Thank you very much!
Total: $395
PS- I have no idea what Mac will write in his guest blog but I will go ahead and release myself from any blame henseforth. (unless it is awesome in which case I take full responsibility!)
© Uptown Girl 2010
Friday, September 9, 2011
Woe is me.
I have a somewhat perm-a-smile. I believe it is quite becoming actually...along with my make-out chin.
Last night Mac laughed to the point of falling off my couch; I was reading him the blog in it's entirety. When I finished reading at 12:30am he held my face, kissed me passionately (I love the face hold kiss) and told me he looks forward to reading about our future dates. Especially the one that started 6 hours prior to the reveal of the dating blog...he's a little proud, and rightly so.
Mac came over to pump up my bike tires (literally) and then proceeded to lead me on a bike ride to the park. Once there we rode around as if there was no real plan for the evening but hanging at the romantically lit park. When we "happened" upon "Shakespeare In The Park" he suggested we check it out. He spoke briefly to the woman at the tent who happily introduced herself and led us to our seats. I was a bit perplexed but followed happily...and found myself in front of "The Royal Box". Complete with chairs, dining table and a catered dinner. Then he pulled out a bottle of red wine from his satchel and poured me a glass. Seriously?! Who is this guy?! I am rarely surprised as my mother can attest from several failed attempts at birthday parties. In my wise old age I have learned that only I can really meet my expectations and therefor I make the plans. This was way beyond my expectations and I was a little shocked. I questioned Mac about his stance on PDA and when I got the all-clear I immediately kissed him and continued to do so intermittently for the rest of the evening. In hindsight this was probably his main objective. Well played Mr. Cheese, well played. Romeo and Juliet was captivating and refreshingly comical at times. My only complaint is the damn arm rests on the chairs...they were not allowing me to get close enough to this fine specimen of a man. (What is the female equivalent of cock-blocked? I just checked urban dictionary and it goes both ways. Please also note it can be used in relation to non-sexual activity which is my intent here. Sit. Stay). What we lacked in proximity we made up for in hand holding and post theatre couch kissing. PS- the kissing has hit a nice rhythm that I find rather enjoyable, hence the 1:00am bedtime.
I took the liberty of reinforcing the "monogamous chassis" rule with which Mac quickly verbalized understanding and agreement. Hinting that there are not many if any other chassis he is interested in at present. Duly noted. Plan "C" is a go.
Next up, 90's coverband dancing date Saturday night per my suggestion. Mac quickly vetoed my offer to make dinner with a laugh. I questioned his faith in my cooking abilities; he replied that dinner is on him as he is trying to aide me in bringing my balance to zero. God love him. I am a little jealous of myself currently.
total: $415 (some gratuity added for impressive date planning and execution despite blown bike tire on return ride home which cost 20 minutes of make-out time but demonstrated our strong team work)
love,
Uptown Girl
ps- Mac just sent me a pic from his phone with the caption:
"Eat your heart out Elevator Guy. -Mac" It was a view from the Royal Box.
Last night Mac laughed to the point of falling off my couch; I was reading him the blog in it's entirety. When I finished reading at 12:30am he held my face, kissed me passionately (I love the face hold kiss) and told me he looks forward to reading about our future dates. Especially the one that started 6 hours prior to the reveal of the dating blog...he's a little proud, and rightly so.
Mac came over to pump up my bike tires (literally) and then proceeded to lead me on a bike ride to the park. Once there we rode around as if there was no real plan for the evening but hanging at the romantically lit park. When we "happened" upon "Shakespeare In The Park" he suggested we check it out. He spoke briefly to the woman at the tent who happily introduced herself and led us to our seats. I was a bit perplexed but followed happily...and found myself in front of "The Royal Box". Complete with chairs, dining table and a catered dinner. Then he pulled out a bottle of red wine from his satchel and poured me a glass. Seriously?! Who is this guy?! I am rarely surprised as my mother can attest from several failed attempts at birthday parties. In my wise old age I have learned that only I can really meet my expectations and therefor I make the plans. This was way beyond my expectations and I was a little shocked. I questioned Mac about his stance on PDA and when I got the all-clear I immediately kissed him and continued to do so intermittently for the rest of the evening. In hindsight this was probably his main objective. Well played Mr. Cheese, well played. Romeo and Juliet was captivating and refreshingly comical at times. My only complaint is the damn arm rests on the chairs...they were not allowing me to get close enough to this fine specimen of a man. (What is the female equivalent of cock-blocked? I just checked urban dictionary and it goes both ways. Please also note it can be used in relation to non-sexual activity which is my intent here. Sit. Stay). What we lacked in proximity we made up for in hand holding and post theatre couch kissing. PS- the kissing has hit a nice rhythm that I find rather enjoyable, hence the 1:00am bedtime.
I took the liberty of reinforcing the "monogamous chassis" rule with which Mac quickly verbalized understanding and agreement. Hinting that there are not many if any other chassis he is interested in at present. Duly noted. Plan "C" is a go.
Next up, 90's coverband dancing date Saturday night per my suggestion. Mac quickly vetoed my offer to make dinner with a laugh. I questioned his faith in my cooking abilities; he replied that dinner is on him as he is trying to aide me in bringing my balance to zero. God love him. I am a little jealous of myself currently.
total: $415 (some gratuity added for impressive date planning and execution despite blown bike tire on return ride home which cost 20 minutes of make-out time but demonstrated our strong team work)
love,
Uptown Girl
ps- Mac just sent me a pic from his phone with the caption:
"Eat your heart out Elevator Guy. -Mac" It was a view from the Royal Box.
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