New Chapter - one year since I've posted

Had a blind date of sorts - my cousin has been trying to introduce me to this guy for 3 months.  He kept asking me "Did Jerry call you?"  Nope, he hasn't.  He finally did, last Saturday.  Except, I didn't know it was him and when I don't recognize a number, I don't answer.  It was the friend and he was going to a local club to hear a band, and it was sort of an implied invitation.  But I'd already had a couple of glasses of wine and wasn't about to go out again.  He said, I'll call you tomorrow.  Sunday came and went and he didn't call.  That kind of shit pisses me off.

Monday morning he texts me "Sorry, Michelle, *blah blah blah* (I had drama at home, I had a horse piss on my porch, whatever!)  I'll call you tonight.  So - this is his redeeming chance.  And - HE CALLED.  What do you know?  It took three tries for him to get through, because apparently he lives out in the sticks, in the hills, and reception sucks.  So he had to get in the car and drive a mile from home to another hill so he could contact me.

And then we talked for two hours.

And he asked if I wanted to go out for dinner sometime.  And what night would be good.  I suggested Wednesday or Friday, and he said Friday would be good.  You know, it's always good when the guy wants to have your Friday night.  That's a date night.

He said he'd call again Thursday evening to confirm.  And he called, about 7:30 Thursday, and wanted to know "Do you still want to have dinner with me?"  He wanted me to decide on the restaurant, and then he suggested maybe we could go to a movie.

Okay, it's fine that he doesn't know this neighborhood like I do, and I can suggest places.  He asked me "what time" and I suggested (tentatively) 6:30?  He asked what time does it get dark, i'm going hunting, and thinking might catch something about dark, so how about 7:00?  Fine, I'll have a late lunch.

I don't hear from him until 7:15, when he texts his location, and he's still 20 minutes away.  Somewhere around 20 mins later there's a slow-moving headlight coming down the street.  It's obviously looking for an address.  Actually stops in front of my house, and then moves on.  Couple minutes later, it's going the other way, and again slows, and moves on.  Third time, reverse direction again, and passes.  Then my phone rings.

. . .   Enough for tonight.

Guys and cats

Always heard "dogs are a man's best friend". So, in my head, somehow cats became a girl's best friend. Stands to reason, right? Man and woman are opposites, dogs and cats are opposites. So, dogs are men's pets, and cats are women's friends! Settled.

Except it's NOT settled. I, for one woman, am allergic to cats. Can't come over to your house for more than half an hour for a chat without being miserable for two days, and won't ever be spending the night at your place.

So, I clearly stated on my profile - Allergic to cats, so if you have one it might be a deal breaker.

And yet the cat owners persist in trying to hit me up.

Just READ MY FUCKING PROFILE!

inconsistencies

This guy has on his profile: "I am an old fashioned type of guy, I like opening car doors for the one I am with as well as get her flowers for no reason. I was brought up the right way and that is to treat a woman with respect and to treat them they are supposed to be treated, not like a piece of meat. I know this sounds to good to be true but I promise you I am not lying. Anyone that knows me will tell you that I am fun to be around, I am easygoing and funny. I enjoy walks in the park, going to the movies, watching movies at home, "

And his picture - he's sitting on a bed in a sparsely furnished room, and his shirt reads "Psychopathic Records" with all this bizarre art. Doesn't fit the picture of an "old-fashioned guy".

Here I am again - living half a life. Sex is non-existent - not my fault. He thinks it's okay to lick me and come in my hand, and that's sex??? If food were up to him, it wouldn't happen. He sees none of the bills. He won't discuss anything. He'll drag along tomorrow on the trip to Cinci, not say more than two words, and nap both ways. He's got an open sore above his right eye that just gets bigger every day and he does NOTHING about it. The SMOKING. Fuck that. WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING WITH MY LIFE????????

Fuck, I'm tired of this shit!

My domestic partner, aka the sponging off of me room-mate who can't even provide "benefits" somehow thinks he gets to question my decisions? No, uh NO, no way, ya don't. I don't ask for a lot. I want to be kissed for real, hugged and caressed at home in private like you mean it - instead, I get a lot of PDA when there are lots of witnesses, and ogled, grabbed, lunged at and otherwise 'molested' in public, but never at home. All about the show, are ya? And just how showy would you be if I told everyone you can't keep it up? You might have a big cock, but all you do with it is pee. How am I supposed to feel when every time you come near me with a hard or semi-hard cock that it goes limp like lettuce in the sun? For 30 years I've enjoyed hearing I was a turn-on, and a great fuck, and now, NOTHING?

Some days suck for no particular reason. This was one of them. Period started - always icky and not welcome. People on the roads are idiots - if it was up to me, most of them would be required to take the bus, especially Asians, old people, the ones who think they don't have to go the speed limit, smokers, and anyone talking or texting on a cell.

Next thing on my list of sucky things about today - people who already have their minds made up about - whatever. One of my favorite types of food is Chinese - several dishes I like. Could eat Chinese a couple of times a week, at least. I like the old school places mostly, the "updated" Chinese like P.F. Changs are okay, but not my favorite, and there are several places I like to go. Couple of weeks ago we went to "Molly Woo's", an Asian-style place started by a local, very American restauranteur who named the place after his wife, Molly - it was crowded, flashy, over-rated. The big test - how long it took before I had to rush to the bathroom - not long. Bob loved the place and has decided that if I want Chinese, I can take him there. Now when he agrees to Chinese, that's the place. Same deal with Mexican - it no longer means the authentic Mexican place I like, but the "gourmet" place with the overdone sauces, crappy drinks and overpriced guacamole that they make fresh at the table - and charge you $10 for the honor.

So, I suggest egg sandwiches for dinner, thinking I just want to get some stuff at the store and go home and chill - and he suggests Mexican or Chinese, but it's not until we're in the car on the way when I ask "when you said Mexican or Chinese, where did you mean?" only to learn that he didn't intend the same places I did. I left it up to him, and we ended up at Mexican. There was more to the story and now I'm just tired of talking about it. So, never mind . . .

Remember all of the adults in the Charlie Brown cartoons? "Wha wha wha wha wha wha" was all they said. That must be what I sound like . . .

Today was President's Day and I had the holiday off. Mentioned it a month ago before MLK day, because at the firm you get one or the other, and I got PD. And last week, it was mentioned twice. And just yesterday, when we were talking about the winter storm that was moving in, I said "Glad I don't have to go to work tomorrow!"

So, today early afternoon I go to the craft store and the grocery, and the snow is coming down pretty heavy, heavy enough that I know that once I go home, I'm not going out again. While at the store, I call sweety to ask if he needs anything. Ring ring ring - no answer. Leave a voice mail. Didn't get a call back. Like an hour later, I've been at home for a while and get an e-mail "Got your message - don't need anything. Got out early, eh?" My response was "Out early?"

I am so important in his life that he didn't remember I had the day off. I got nothing for Valentine's Day, except that he did make a last-minute dinner reservation - for 9:15 Sunday night! That's usually about the time he's ready to head to sleep. Didn't bother to call them until the day before, and that's the only available opening.

Maybe I just deserve mediocre.