Wednesday, February 17, 2010


Just in case you didn't know, the Olympics are in my town! Yes, ten years in the making, and finally we get to host the world to the greatest city in the world. (I know that I may be a teeny bit prejudiced but that's too bad).

AND I have tickets to an Olympic event! It's a women's semifinal hockey game on Monday!!

Megs and I are both taking the day off and since her sister lives downtown (as opposed to our hour long drive from the city) we're going to crash at her place on Sunday night. PLUS, there are concerts going on for the entire two week period, so we're going to hit up some of those too. And public transit is free on the day of your event when you show 'em your tickets, so yay for public transit! It's pretty much going to be the best day ever!

Cloud. Freaking. Nine.

the periods are for emphasis because exclamation marks are overdone. fyi.

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Meet Me Halfway

Almost three weeks ago now, I went out with one of my best friends, Megs, to the bar for her friend's birthday party. I don't do very well with meeting new people and I tend to be quite quiet and uncomfortable until they open up to me. Maybe it's a trust issue I didn't know I had, or some underlying problem I with my father (not likely!). I don't know what it is but that's how I am. Once they open up and i feel comfortable around them, I don't shut up. Needless to say, I was quite nervous about meeting all of Megs' friends but excited too because I had heard so much about them and even though she was going to be the only one I knew, I really wanted to go (which was very unusual now that I think about it).

I met a boy. His name is James for all intents and purposes and he is really good friends with Megs. He bought me drinks all night, had his arm around me, and even walked me to my car at the end. He was funny, flirty, and a wee bit dangerous.

I Facebook friend requested him. He accepted.
I Facebook messaged him and invited him to my birthday party the following week.
He asked if Megs and I were going to the bar that week again and we did.

Then more flirting, more drink purchases, and more awkward moments (this time involving a security guard, James, and my face turning the colour of a tomato...)

The next week?
I Facebook messaged him and gave him my cell number.
We text messaged.
He came to my birthday party and met my friends.
He bought me drinks and had his arm around me.
He told my friend he was going to ask me out because he knew that I liked him.

Nothing. Not a single peep from Mr. James. It's been three days.

I am a very patient person and I think that three days is plenty of time to pick up a cell phone and call me. In fact, I think I'm quite the catch for Mr. James over here but if he doesn't want to make any effort this time, I know I sure as hell won't be playing the role of Desperado. I think we have great chemistry, and yes, one of the first things I heard him say was that he hasn't slept with enough women. Megs has told me too that he is an "open" kind of guy. Well, I'm an all or nothing kind of girl. Meet me halfway?

Am I asking for too much here? I don't want to initiate EVERYTHING. I sure don't want to come off as desperate because I'm not. I know that I don't need a man to be happy (I've survived 21 years without one just fine, thank you.) but sometimes it sure would be nice.

I really hate this. I'm constantly checking my phone to see if he's called or messaged me and I feel pathetic! This isn't me at all.

You want to know what's really bad? I've even downloaded some of the bands he likes. Seriously. Just meet me halfway...

Sunday, February 7, 2010

Take One

I know, I know. There have been too many pictures on here lately and not enough of me telling you what's going on! Well, that's mainly because I've been trying to figure it out.

That happens to all of us right? Something happens or you meet someone and you're not sure how you feel about it/them? Sure, they're sweet and really nice to you but is it a good thing for you to entertain? I mean, when one of the first things they say to you is about the lack of women they've slept with as you're downing the shot of jager they just bought, what are you supposed to think?

He's a little dangerous, and not in the motorcycle riding-pot smoking-break and enter type of way (at least, I don't think he is...) but I think he'll push me outside of my comfort zone and push me to try things I wouldn't normally.

Maybe I need to give him a chance. What can it hurt?

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

La la laaa