The Lost Plum…

One of my wonderful readers, or maybe a stalker, or maybe even a frenemy has nominated me for a Divine Caroline “Love Your Site” Award. And somehow I already have a handful of votes.  I find this a little exciting cause if you look through some of the other sites in the category you realize I don’t really fit in with the majority of them. (also, I question how some of them fall under the ‘relationship’ category when there is a ‘parenting’ category….but whateves)

FACT: I did get little flutters in my stomach thinking that one of you out there likes me enough to do such a thing.

So, it’s one of those things where you need to sign up for the site to vote. I know I know! But it’s completely free to sign up, and you can choose the option to not get any terrible junk emails from them (you only get a welcome one), which is a huge plus.

Diving Caroline has some great stuff and interesting articles on all sorts of different things. Check it out, it might be your thing…and it might not be.

But more importantly the prize is $250 Visa Gift Card…..and I could buy a lot of fruit to drop for $250!  If I won of course I’d use that money to get myself into some trouble that I would write about, what else would I do with it!?

So if you feel like wasting 2 seconds to vote for me, or more like 2.2 seconds, or 3 seconds depending on how quick you type, a vote would make me feel loved. It’s been along week already so YES I’m being one of THESE girls!

SIDEBAR: This is a throw away post cause I’ve been working hard and stressing over my important deadline on friday, and trying to stay focused on just that.

(reason #___why I’m single: I do things like ask for you to vote for me)

Again, I’m going talk about rules.  And once again everyone has been writing about rules when it comes to dating/sex/love/relationships and the whole nine yards lately. From what to do or not to do on a first date, to what online dating serves to use, how to get your man to propose, the list is endless. (insert gag reflex)

I read three articles this week (and many more before) all which listed the same rule when it comes to “fuck buddies” or as I like to say the “BB” (Bed Buddy)

Never spend the night!

Now I get the reason they say this, actually that’s a lie. I don’t get why they say this! Except for the fact that most of these articles are written by females. Translation crazy girls who actually had feelings and developed stronger feelings for their BB’s!  Truth be told I’ve said it before and I’m saying it again now…..CHICKS ARE CRAZY, BOYS BEWARE!

Here is the thing if you can’t tell the difference between your BB (fuck friend) and a relationship then you shouldn’t be allowed to have sex!

Only reasons you should not spend the night is:

You got places to be before 8am. (but I still don’t buy this one)

You are actually cheating on someone (and then you have other issues)

It’s a twin size bed (although we all should have learned this art back when living the dorm life)

A fuck buddy is two things:

A fuck   (And)   A buddy

A buddy like all buddies is there for you when you need them in more ways then one.  I should hope you are able to talk with and get along with your buddy. If you don’t you are missing out! I’m telling you!

Fuck buddies are like the best nonpartisan person to talk with, joke with, and fool around with (*ahem*). They are the perfect relationship because they lack all complication!  (but that’s not to say complication can’t develop)

I’ve gotten great friend advice, great personal advice, great financial advise, and even some great diet advise from boys I have slept with where there was no confusion of ‘feelings’.

I’ve always had lots of guy friends, always felt more comfortable being with and one of the guy’s….so a Buddy is like that with an added benefit of the bed.

One of my Bestest Bros (a different type of BB) Tom over at yourtango wrote a great article the other week about one of my favorite things: Morning Sex!

And to anyone out there who decides that spending the night with your BB is against the “Rules”.  Again, I point to Tom’s article.

Morning sex is by far the best reason to spend the night with your fuck buddy. Period!

And if your buddy ain’t into the morning sex, get yourself a new buddy, Stat!

I’ve been getting alot of messages wanting more details about “Babyface” after my drunken make-out a week back.

Well here is the thing, I am not really here to blog solely on my dating life, and give everyone a break down. (Although I love a good play-by-play…and I know you guys do too!) I also try to never write about someone I am seeing, or see once and might like to see again. I leave the writing for after, the later, the “he’s never calling me back” light bulb above the head.

So, I guess here is the story update on  “Babyface”.

*Insert the ‘he’s not calling me back’ light bulb going off.  <ding>

I got a text message form “Babyface” Sunday morning, afternoon, late afternoon. I in my bed and he in his, exchanged texts about our drunken debaucheries, are meeting, and of course or desire to finally get out of bed and eat something.

He gives me an invite to join him for an early dinner. I text why not, as I’m throwing covers and clothes off me and jumping in the shower.

SIDEBAR: That’s a lie I wasn’t wearing clothes!

I’m running a few late (and had to drop off something at a friends first) I of course text him say so, he says no worries, he lives like 5 blocks from the place anyways.

I get there 3min. late (my bad) he’s there just starting his first beer.

We chitchat, drink, and eat some food, and drink some more. We then head to another bar for a happy hour, and drink more.

About my 4th beer in he turns to me and says,

“Are you nervous?”

“Why would I be nervous? (Laugh, throw back drink) why are you?!”

“You look nervous…You’re so cute”

And he leans in and kisses me.

Now we know how I feel about PDA and don’t get me started on PDA in a place where they serve food.

But (wait for it) I didn’t really mind.  Something about making out in the back booth of an empty bar didn’t bother me so much (it took the P out of the PDA) Maybe, this is why he kept saying I looked nervous.

So you can use your ever-exciting imaginations to imagine what happens next……and then on Tuesday I send him a quick text along the lines of :   Had a great time Sunday, let do it again soon.

Nothing……

Friday night I’m out with friends and a few sangria pitchers later I bring it up, that I never heard from him….not to bitch just bring it up as a fact of life.

And my amazing friend “C” turns to me and says he’s not interested in the best way I have ever heard someone say it.  He grabs his phone and starts pretending to text.

“You see me! You see! See what I’m doing.  Look! Look! It’s not that hard.  ‘ohh there’s a pretty girl on the other end, I need to text back like NOW’….oh she texted again, yeah, text back again…..”

He then closes his phone puts it down and says “He’s a stupid dick!”

“Did you see me, before texting, that’s to the girl I don’t even really like like, and I don’t even want to sleep with her…..you are amazing, anyone who doesn’t text you back asap is crazy!”

I love my friends sometimes…….well all the time!

so i’ve been spending all this time trying to save/salvage/put back together, all my blogs and move them over here to my new blog home. But i’ve decided it just might not be working out.  I kind of cried about it last night.  Maybe cause I’m lame, maybe cause I’m upset about a few other things going on, and maybe….. * sigh *

I used to have a pretty nice following, some real great “fans!”  I’m not sure if the word “fan” is really appropriate in this or any situation involving me, but hey.

 I only have about 3 friends who actually know me in person who know about my blog.  Many friends have asked me where my blog is, how they can read it, and so on…but I’ve never shared.By the end of this month I hope to have my site ready to go, and up to speed, with a final cut of blogs I’m keeping/moving over.  Yet, I always loved the idea of no one knowing who I was, the ability to say what I wanted, in regards to the embarrassing and hilarious “miss steps” of my life.  

The trouble being a simple thing called Twitter.  I started Twitter when my blog went down, so about 30 of my supportive followers could read 140 character happenings of my life on a daily bases.  It started out great.  But then I realized I had linked two separate things to one simple social network.  I linked my gmail account to my blog name!   And as I started twitter adding friends, loved ones, and all the like, the question of adding my blog to my profile started to scare me.  Maybe it is good that my blog went down, maybe i would have ended up starting twitter anyways, with out realizing it (like I am now) and friends would have read those stories I never wanted them to hear, the rants about how “they” are doing things that bother me.

What’s a little plum to do……..

but then I decided!

I am going to post my blog to my twitter account come the end of the month, and come what may! As I go through my old blogs (or my big mess of a document) I will only pick the main stories that most of my friends all ready know. I will be leaving out some blogs on purpose! It’s all a big decision for me, and it kind of scares me. However, I’m making a decision as life is starting to change that maybe I need alot of changes in my life, and this seems like a good one.

We’ll see how that works out for me……

Had a girls night out at the movies with “A+” and “Accessory-diva”.  We saw “17Again”, oh that’s right we did! 

Anyways, I might blog about the movie and a few things at I saw during it tomorrow but right now I need to say one thing that “A-diva” said that I never had thought of before.

I can never ever be a “Teenage Mother”!

The boat has sailed (mines way out to sea by now)

It’s interesting that the sigma of being an unwed-teenage-mother is so ingrained in our heads as a fear or “no-no”, that alittle part of me went *humph* I guess I can’t ever be that!  And in a weired way felt like I was missing out on something. But the thought of my mother cutting me into millions of pieces if I had jumped on the teen-mother train, snapped me right back to reality!

FACT: When i think of bullets I’ve dodged in life, this one is now added to the list!

(reason #___why I’m single: No clue, it’s not like I have a 8 yearold to scare the boys away with!)