The Lost Plum…

I write about people here. In fact I write about people I might not know deep down (aka boys I meet) and most of these people aren’t people you know either. So who really cares right? Right!

I got a letter yesterday. A letter that has made me rethink a few things.

I used to have a blog with a friend about our job (we did the same thing but for different people) and it was completely anonymous. Problem being it started to get some attention, and we had to shut it down. Legally we may or may not have been telling stories we shouldn’t have…. even if we changed names and such.

So I get this letter from a law office representing a client and publisher.  I need to waive over my likeness for a book. Wait what?! Are you serious?

It made me think about this blog. (well it made me think of alot of things, but the blog is one) Is one day down the line one of my PULL buddies going to sue me because I shared his “genius” pickup line with the world to steal? Is that guy, or the person I thought was a friend going to one day get angry and mean. Or what is someone steals my likeness (another legal issue) I mean I am pretty hilarious; maybe someone wants to steal what I have written? (With the spelling and grammar cleaned up of course!)

I also have been thinking about people who touch my life, how everyone has shaped me in a different way. Some have made me scared, others have given me the ability to trust, some have taught me skills, and some have made me grow older. So in the huge melting pot of people who have ‘touched’ me there are those that really stand out. One of these being “mystalker”.

FACT: A full fledge real stalker! We are talking restraining order, used to break in and watch me sleep, tried to kill himself, documented my day to day with telephoto lenses, tried to kill an ex boyfriend capital S stalker!  I use the term stalker seriously and don’t throw it around like almost every girl out there.

And now he has written a book! A book that I am featured in and the character draws so much to my “likeness” that I need to sign over a waver.

We all know he’s crazy, so I’ll say this: His publisher is fucking crazy if he thinks I am signing this shit, and even crazier if he thinks this isn’t going to be a legal issue!

SIDEBAR: This is the last thing I need right now! Merry Christmas to me.

So I had a date with this guy some mutual friends set me up with. We had meet on a few occasions as a group and he seemed perfectly nice. He didn’t make we swoon, but he seemed pleasant, and I’m always up for a ‘date’. Although, I hate to admit it my friend made it seem worth a shot. “Plum, he likes you, he totally is presentable attractive. He has a great job, owns his own place and just bought a second summer place upstate, why wouldn’t you.”

SIDEBAR: The friend in question has a thing for “presentable attractive” guys. This means you can take him out and ‘present’ him to people without being embarrassed in anyway. I do not share her logic but I get what she is saying/coming from.

So I agreed to let him cook me dinner. Not a ‘date’ I usually agree to early on, but why not.

The night was going well, nothing good but nothing bad either. I tried to find things that attracted me to him, things that intrigued me, but about 10minutes in I knew this was going nowhere. But then he said something that made my head tilt.

“I have a book you should really read!”

There you go, this guy obviously can appreciate that I love to read and sometimes read a little out of the box (this was about 10minutes after me saying I want to name a child Cormack because of my unhealthy love for Mr. McCarthy, and our discussion of classic literature) He went to the other room and brought me back a book. I was excited, and little giddy in my seat. He may just win big point with this; maybe I was overlooking something about him.

He lays a book down in front of me on the table.

I look at it. I look at him. I look at the book. Look at him. I’m speechless.

“My ex girlfriend made me read it before we started dating. It will teach you a lot about who I am and how I date women”

(Repeat the look at book-look at him motion)

“I think you will really like it!”

“Thanks, I’ll make sure to return it”

“No rush, I look forward to hearing how you liked it.”

I took the book with me to be polite. So, I left his apartment with a not so hot meal in my belly, with really bad wine on top of that, and a copy of “Why Men Date Bitches” for my reading pleasure.

FACT: more to come as I try to make my way flipping through this book without throwing up in my mouth.

I haven’t really been going out with guys lately(officially). There are a million reasons why, but I get far to many emails from all of you saying you like it better when I write about dates I’ve been on. Well here is the thing guys (I say guys not only cause I use that term in general but because all my emails are only from males)

I don’t like writing about my dating life. I went out the other night with some friends; one of them “singlegal” (check her blog out) said she has a second date rule. If she gets a second date she doesn’t write about him. I on the other hand say if I like him or think there is great potential than I don’t write about him…we both agreed though that once they turn douchebag all bets are off.

So maybe I may need to reach back into my candy jar of past dates to satisfy your sweet tooth for the ridiculousness that has been my dating life, or maybe I should write about what’s happening right now, or maybe I’ll just start writing about cake (I love cake)

I guess you’ll just have to stay tuned.

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.

So the other day I mentioned how I sorta went on a bad date in which he asked me a question that threw me off and made me write the post on Thursday.

I said before I don’t like to write about my “dating life”. I’m not ever really going to dish about every date I go on, or how I feel about a certain guy, or stuff like that.  If I like a guy most likely I’m not writing about him. This blog isn’t a place to gossip about boy’s…well not all boys at least.

I had a bad start to my week, and some days were terrible in fact.  I was in bed at like 9pm in maybe a t-shirt (maybe not, who cares) and I get this phone call.  I had just been on the phone so I picked up without looking at the number (something I rarely  ever do) It’s this guy who I had had a few back and forth emails with from an online dating site.

FACT: I have a very different structure to my online profile, most will say it’s unique and eye-catching, some may say it is wired. But it gives Plenty of jumping of topic starter if a guy wants to contact me. If he doesn’t comment on at least one thing from my profile the message is either 234.37% spam, or he’s just a certifiable retard!

The guy in question, by far the best and most intriguing intro email I have ever received, and although he had a few points against him, I responded. He took the time, so I took the time.

SIDEBAR: If someone has clearly taken the time to not only write me an email, but clearly put thought into it I always respond. Even if it is “thank you for your message it was very nice, but I wanted to let you know I have no interest in meeting a 60 year old married man, but good luck on your search”

(anyways)  I pick up the phone, and it’s this guy.  I had apparently forgot we had made tentative plans for this weekend. He was calling to check in, and I had to inform him I was a knob and was actually now going to be away on business for the weekend.

And then he says:  “What are you doing right now?”

“Right now, right now?”

“Yeah, I mean I’m in sweat pants, and stuff, but we do live like a block from each other what about a late night coffee or tea, just meet and say hi.”

And for some reason I say, “Sure, but I need 5 minutes to throw pants on, maybe brush my hair”

I meet him don the street, he had coffee I had hot chocolate (I love me some hot chocolate) and we talked. It was nice to talk to someone different then I usually do, learn something new about people. I generally really do enjoy meeting new people and getting to know them.

But then he started asking a lot of questions. Now I’m not one to ever hold back, if you ask me something I will most likely tell you, and it takes a lot to really shock me or make me feel uncomfortable. (there are a few topics that I generally feel very uncomfortable talking about but very few)

He then starts asking about my last relationship.  When it was, how long it was. Not really expectable but I have no issue answering those questions. He then starts asking if the sex was good? Did I still have sex with him after we broke up?  Now those questions were not appropriate. I mean I still answered them, but still.

Now again, here is the thing I have no issue with people asking questions, but come on guy, but there is a certain point where thing were not approapiate to ask.  Prevous relatioships sexual practices are kind of where I draw the line.

So after wards, all though he made a very sweet offer of another drink at his place I politely declined and made my way the black home.

And despite a few other strikes against this guy (and by few I mean like 56) it was still really nice to sit and chat with someone…even if that someone was interested in knowing if I’ve ever slept with a guy with a circumcised penis.