The Lost Plum…

When people ask me what my ‘type’ is I never know how to answer. I’ve dated and been attracted to many different ‘types’ of guys. I am attracted to little things, those small maybe even unnoticeable things that don’t fit into a box of types. I do however, know what is NOT my type, and what I am not attracted to, but that’s another post all together.

I often joke about the “boy I will fall in love with” and what he is like. You know like, I’m destined to fall in love with an actor who hasn’t been in any type of show in 10 years and is really just a professional bartender.  I laugh and shrug it off, but then sometimes really do mean what I joke about.

I tell people (and yes laugh it off) that I’m going to fall in love with the first guy who tells me I’m “beautiful.”

I mean that! Not in the random guy on the street, or drunken kid at the bar, but the first guy who I like, who likes me back (or at least I think he does) and truly means it when he says it.

The first guy who looks me in the eyes and tells me I’m beautiful I’m going to swoon so hard for, it’s going to hurt!

I’ve never had a guy (again except for the creepy old men on the street) tell me I was beautiful. Never. No guy I’ve ever cared about, or I believed cared for me has ever said that word to me/about me.

I’ve gotten the “you look nice” a few times but I’m a prisoner to: CUTE.  I get told I’m sweet alot too but that’s more about personality rather then looks. When it comes to looks I’m boxed in with “cute”. I get it everywhere, from every guy I’ve ever been with, been interested in, been friends with, hell even alot of my girl friends would use that word to describe me.

Now there is nothing wrong with being cute, in fact I probably embrace my cuteness too much, but at the end of the day I’m not 10 years old (as much as I want to be). You can only ever feel cute when that is all you’ve ever been told to feel. I don’t think I ever feel more then just cute.  And honestly, I want to feel beautiful. I want a guy to look at me and make me feel that way, and straight up say it to me. I want a guy to tell me I’m beautiful, and even more I want to believe it.

Guy sitting next to me at bar, motion with his finger as if he wants me to come over.  After about what seems like 5 minutes of him making this motion.

Plum:  I’m sorry are you fingering to me?

Guy:  I knew if I fingered long enough you’d come for me. Maybe we can continue it further and you can really come.

I did  a post back in September on things a guy could do to me/ for me/ with me that would make me swoon.

A few of the things I mentioned fall under the things I want to “do” as in on a date.  Take me out, and lets have an adventure, let’s have fun.  If I have fun and laugh my ass off you got me wrapped around your finger.  It’s true, I know it….and now you all know it!

Here is the thing. I friggen love sports related dates.

I love going to a game, and I love doing something sporty. I might seem nervous or anxious and I just might suck at as ’sport’.  But I’m always up for the challenge!

Here is the other thing: I’m competitive as poo.

I’m not competitive in the sense of throw you down, bad sportsmanship. I just want to win so bad, and I hat eto break it to you but, I ALWAYS do win!

I truly do win every time. I win because I have an amazing time. In fact, I most definitely will have more fun then you at whatever game we play and thus I always win.

I went go-cart racing the other day. My friend “theb0y” may have lapped me a total of 6 times but you better believe i was giggles and smiles from ear to ear under my helmet from the moment I hit the gas.  I totally won that race, and always will win.

So yeah a guy who wants to compete with me but understands that I always will win would make me do back flips. In fact, better back flips then he could ever do, cause you know I always win.

On Saturday I talked about the ‘bad’ date I had with the boy who asked too many inappropriate questions. And now I have realized he just might be inappropriate all together, or at least have boundary issues.

Whenever the conversation moves towards cell phones which frankly somehow always happens.  I’m not one to really bring it up but for some reason I find guys bring them up all the time. They are checking out the type of phone you have. Which is cool cause honestly I don’t think I can date a guy with a completely out of date cell phone.

SIDEBAR: I’m a blackberry girl.  Have been for a very very long time (and I mean very very long time)

So “Question boy” and I were talking about phones, he has an iphone and I have my blackberry we talked about the pros and cons of each, he talked about apps….blah blah blah.

FACT: I do not find this conversation amusing or appropriate for a ‘date’ but it’s not one of the things I hold against him.

When talking about my phone I bring up one small fact.  Which I think is important in knowing about me. It may lead you to believe I am crazy, but in fact it may lead you more o believe how I work.

FACT: I sleep with my phone…or at least am getting better at not.

Yup, I sleep with my phone! I cradle it in my hand softly to my side, or I hold it to my chest,  I know I know!  I have been working on this really hard, especially since I know have a jobs where its not really necessary to answer emails right away, and the job before that required answering of the phone asap at all hours of the night.

I am slowly breaking away from my blackberry cuddles, and moving my phone to a nightstand or such. Yet some how it seems to land in my hands anyways. (Judge if you want but if there is an emergency I got my phone!)

So, I told ‘question boy” this fact about me, a fact he kept repeating and asking about.  I explained one thing, that I have emails shut off on it, so I no longer wake up to emails (I get lots of spam in the early mornings) so basically it’s only the alarms, text messages and phone calls that I get on it. (from 2am-700am, but still!) Like I explained to him it is rare you get ‘spam’ texts or phone calls.

Another thing we talked about was the fact that I was about to make a business trip.  I am indeed right now writing this blog from Utah.  In fact, he asked me a lot about this trip.  I explained many times that my big business meeting (the reason) I was coming was on Monday (TODAY) and that I was going in a few days early to see a good friend, AND THEN…

This morning at 5:21am (Utah time) I feel a text message vibrate with it’s sound.  I have a text., and it’s from, you guessed it “question boy”

“ YAWNNN!! I’m up at airport waiting for my plane. Have a great turkey weekend!!!!!!!!! “

5 minutes later another buzz:   “Oh right you are a silly canuak and don’t like our turkey. HA!!!!!!!”

about 10 minutes later:  “ Hate the airport on Monday mornings!! Shouldn’t you be up and getting ready for your important meetings? Get up!!!!!”

about 5 minutes later: “Are you up yet?  You said this meeting was important. Good luck have fun!!!!!”

To which warranted a response:

“It is like fucking 5:30am here! Please stop texting me, and contacting me in general. Thank you.  Also, for future reference you should also stop using so many explanation marks!”

SIDEBAR: What is a ‘canuak ‘ ?

Someones Ex: Are you a cheating bitch?

Plum: me?

Someones Ex: Yeah! All women are cheating cunts.

Plum: Well all guys are cheating douche bags.

Someones Ex: Agreed. Excuse me I have to go hurl. (Exits)