The Lost Plum…

I was having a facebook chat session with pretty much my favorite man in the world, “Steve”.

And he ended the chat with a statement, a pleasantry, a signature, a farewell, that for once didn’t bother me but that’s cause it fit the conversation we were having.

I hate, loath, cringe when I see or hear the following:

“Ciao”

Seriously, ciao?!

You are picking that to end this conversation?

Ciao!?

* shakes fist at the screen *

I will refuse to contact/reply to guys who put this in their first contact email on any online dating site, or first email/text/call/ask to ask me out. I may stop talking to friends for a minimum of a week if they use it, and have even flat out called people out on it…./slash/ gone ape shit on them.

I don’t know why. But I do know that I find nothing about this word appealing, romantic or ‘international’.  It’s just stupid!

Do not ever try to date me if you like using this as your signature on an email, a chat session, or even worse you actually say it to people.

Unless you are Italian (like it’s spoken in your home as a 1st language or you are from there) OR we are actually IN Italy, do not I repeat DO NOT end with a  ”ciao” at me!

Ok that is all.

FACT: ‘Steve’ and I were discussing pros and cons of different hotels in Rome for an upcoming trip. Thus it was appropriate.

It takes alot for me to invite a guy over. I feel like I am always the odd female-duck out in this case.

Girlfriends I have and ones I just meet are always blown away by the fact that I will go home with a guy far before I take him home. Sometimes months before he even knows where I really live.

Girls always tell me they like the ability of telling someone to leave when they want them too. That it’s on their time, their territory, and their terms.

But what if they don’t leave? I however, like the ability of leaving when I see fit. Whether that is 3pm the next day or 3-minutes after walking in the door.

It’s only truly on your terms if you’re the guest. Unless he’s a serial axe murder then it’s on his terms. But as my friend ‘Tex’ would say, “I can’t get my deposit back with blood stains all over”.

When I was making my move to my new apartment a few months back I realized something.

I had never had sex in my room where I had lived for 2 years. Two years! 2 years without having sex meant my poor bed might be comfy but she sure was lonely.

In fact my bed hasn’t seen that much action at all in its 5-year life.  Poor bed.

I guess I don’t really have a point here, except that I like things on my terms I like the ability to leave situations I no longer want to be a part of. And I guess it’s just another way to show how I can be really closed off sometimes.

I speak my mind, I act out, I talk way more then I should in details far more then necessary, but when it comes to my home, my private literal space I don’t just let anyone come through the door.

I like having emotional connections, memories and heartbreaks outside of my familiar: Outside of my comfort zone. My home (where ever that maybe) is that for me. It’s my space, my life, mine.

Anyways, maybe I need to get this bed some more action before I get a new one. Because in my old apartment if those walls could talk they’d skip right over me and go to the next tenant.  But this new place is all mine, so maybe I need to give it some character. But then again that would mean trusting a boy enough to have him in my home…hmmm….we’ll have to see.

Barfly: I like your glasses.

Me: Thank you.

Barfly: Can you see without them?

Me: Sorta, but not so well everything is blurry.

Barfly: Do things look bigger?

Me: I guess cause they are blurry. Sure. Yeah.

Barfly: Yes?

Me: Yes!?

Barfly: Perfect. Can I get your number?

So I’m starting something new.  Mainly because spring has sprung and summer is around the corner. And I’d rather be outside then inside at the computer. But also because I’ve been trying to find a great way to tell you all about fun and cool things with out completely whoring myself out.

Am I stopping to post on the weekend? NO WAY!

There is always my Sunday Pulls!  And now there is SOMETHING-ELSE SATURDAYS!

FACT: This is a brilliant idea, which no doubt people will copy and once again not give will credit…mark my words. Yes, I’m looking at you idea stealers who don’t give credit to other writers…you bad mean bloggers you!

So “Something-Else Saturday” is where I will let you know about something else that is pretty cool on the Internet or not on the Internet. Something I’m doing, or wish I was doing, something funny, or not funny. Basically, something you should be checking out!

Now I’m not saying what I give you on Saturday is going to be cooler then this site when it’s just me and my rants, but whatever it is will have my Plum stamp of approval. Plus, I’ll be the one telling you about it in my always “dazzling” manner, so you get that.

“Something-Else Saturdays” could be anything but mostly it will be things that make me laugh and sites worth checking out.

So, in starting you off with an introduction I’d like to draw your attention to a site I love. A site I have written about before and they just got an amazing face-lift and I fell in love all over again.

Read my previous post about them here.

But more importantly go over and check out LOVE IN THE DUMPS with all their news, views and humor for singles. (like me!)

If I’m searching through the garbage dump of single-doom I want the kids from Love in the Dumps collecting cans with me!

HAPPY SOMETHING-ELSE SATURDAY.

See you next week:)

SIDEBAR: HAPPY WOLRD THEATRE DAY!

So I’ve gotten a lot of emails, and a good amount of comments on yesterday’s blog post.

Let me first say this:

Yes this happened. Believe me and the friend’s shoulders I’ve drunkenly cried on….this happened.

I have no idea when a switch happened, if the switched happened, how long something happened for or what have you all I know and remember are the words being whispered in my ear by him, and he wasn’t where I thought he was.

The aftermath……… (only so you’ll all stop emailing me, not cause I really want to hash back at this topic-guy!)

Two days later I get a text message: “I had a wonderful time can’t wait to see you again.”

I didn’t respond.

Three days later I get flowers at my office.  I don’t remember what the card said but something to the above.

Text message: “Would love to dinner tonight if you’re free?”

I responded:  ”I’m not interested but I’m sure you have someone else in your life who you can take!”

Stumpy: “ Oh that’s just NAME, we hang out a lot. She really liked you.”

NO RESPONSE

The next day.

Text message:  “Didn’t hear back from you. If you want to pick that girl that’s cool too, it doesn’t have to be NAME.”

AND THAT IS THE LAST I HEARD FROM HIM……

On a side note it forced me to take the stairs more at. work