7 posts tagged “dates”
I have a date tomorrow! This guy owns books on writing, grammar, language! ME TOO! He's smart. He has tattoos. He looks a teensy bit like Tom Cavanaugh, except cuter. He may have a receding hairline. He has a dog. He said he is "really excited" to meet me. You would think I would learn my lesson and not set myself up for heartbreak but I think I've discovered that I am a hopeless romantic. A cynical, hopeless romantic. Plus I want to have sex. I mean, if the sex is no good, I'm not going to waste time pursuing anything else. MAYBE friendship, but maybe not.
My house is great. I love spending weekends at home. I bought a weed eater/trimmer last night so I can whack weeds tonight. I don't really have grass, so that will suffice. I bought some bookshelves that hang on the wall so I can put my lovely Nancy Drew collection up.
My Zune is being a bastard today. It's playing every song I don't want to listen to right now.
Go lookit my Flickr pictures. I have more Milo pictures to put up. He gets bigger every week.
My neighbor's house on my left side - the people, I guess the owners, are gutting it. I think they're getting ready to rent it out again. I hope the new people don't trash it out.
My neighbor's house on my right side - we share a driveway. It's an older couple, the man is always outside with no shirt on and he has a huge tattoo of Jesus's face on his chest. The house is horrid. I don't know what the inside looks like, but the outside, in the backyard, has clothes all over the back porch. Their washing machine is out there and they hang the clothes to dry. The wife is the only one I see doing laundry, and I don't think she can get around very well. The son is probably my age and he comes home and I think he sleeps in the shed in the backyard. Well, the shed takes up the backyard. The other morning I took Milo out and he was sitting in a car, asleep, with the door open and the radio blaring.
I'm the only white person on my block. That's okay with me, I don't notice and I don't care. Up the street one block is a church where the service is in Spanish. On Sunday at noon the church bells ring and it sounds pretty. They ring throughout the day, too. I take Milo for walks. The other night we met another Welsh Corgi named Sam. The lady said she's always had corgis. Sam was pretty pissed off for some reason, but she told us to come back and they could get acquainted.
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For lunch I had a Reuben sandwich, and it had spicy mustard & mayo on it. See, that's what I hate about Texas. They have to take a perfectly good sandwich and ruin it.
Milo has his own little webspace now.
http://www.dogster.com/dogs/572280
He's doing so good. I'm SO glad I got him, he makes coming home a pleasure. I used to hate coming home to an empty apartment, but as soon as I pull in the parking lot he's on my mind.
I can't wait to move into my house [July 13th], I think he'll love it. Plus I can crate him in the living room since it's open from the front door to the back. And it'll be easy to keep him off the carpet because I can just shut the bedroom doors.
And he'll have his own backyard and we can walk to the park.
Yesterday at lunch I drove through the park and saw a deer, and running ahead of her was her baby! Doe, a deer. And I swear it looked like Bambi with a twitchy little tail and white spots. The deer here are always on the golf course eating the grass, at any time of day. I know they can be a nuisance and they eat people's flowers and shrubs, but it's cool seeing one at noon.
Dating sure has its ups and downs. I've made it clear that I'm not looking for commitment right off the bat, but it still doesn't stop me from getting my feelings hurt.
Last night Milo had his second playdate with my friend's Shelties..........
Major and Milo have very similar coloring, Milo looks a lot like Major did when my friend brought him home.
In the right hand corner is Reveille, she's younger than Major and she hates Milo.
When they're outside Major runs around and lets Milo chase him, but sometimes he'll double back on Milo. Milo won't back down though. Neither of them are able to teach Milo about pecking order.
He's doing a lot better, he's stubborn about housebreaking though. He also likes to tell me - by barking and growling and biting - when he doesn't agree with me. I'm going to take him to the PetSmart puppy training classes when he's old enough. He'll be 8 weeks this Sunday, he has to be 10 weeks to be in class.
In other news, I went out with a guy I met on an adult dating website. I seem to be having more success on this site than the cutesy dating sites like match.com or okcupid.com. I think it's because on this site you can post naked pictures of yourself. Not that I did, or the guy I met, but obviously ..... well, I'm not sure WHAT obviously, but something, because it's been more successful for me.
There's a lady who lives in the complex who has stopped twice now to molest my puppy. She talks the worst and most annoying puppy talk to him, let's him bite her and makes him breathe in her nose so she can smell his breath. His breath smells like a mixture of poo and stale coffee. Who knows, maybe her husband just left her.
Last night I took my puppy, Milo, to my friend's house to play with her two Shelties. He wore himself out running around after them. Today I took him to the park to do some leash training and he did a great job. He pulled and whined at first, but then he trotted along after me. I'll feel better when his little legs grow and he doesn't have to run everywhere. He is just pooped now.
And Golfwidow gave me a good idea, so I took a picture of Milo next to something so you can see how little he eeess......
My date from Saturday wasn't ignoring me on IM. He was in the hospital getting his gallbladder removed. How bizarre is that? That's totally a Laverne & Shirley or Three's Company episode. I know how much that sucks from my sister, she had hers out and she was hurtin' for certain.
I feel like caca tonight, but that's good because I won't be eating dinner, which means nothing really. It's not like I'm going to LOSE 10 lbs. because I skip a meal.
It is so hot here already and it's only June. In 26 days I'll be divorced. In 30 days I'll be a homeowner.
How cute is Milo?
So, the guy I went on a date with I think has lost interest. Maybe because I'm FAT. Oh well. Men either suck or they don't, but I haven't met one that doesn't yet. Not losing hope.
I'm trying to get a picture cute enough to send in to cuteoverload.com.
But I want one that shows his little tail-less but, his little ears, his little nose, and his big paws.
I have to take him out to poop because he ate about 15 minutes ago. When you're that small food doesn't have far to travel. He's been pooping and peeing all day. I can't wait until his bladder grows up.
I survived my first date in 10 years. It went well, I thought. I got to the restaurant about 4:45pm, and ordered a beer. I mentioned to the waitress about it being sort of a blind date, and she said, "You're shaking! Do you want a shot?" but I stuck with beer. He showed up around 5pm and we chatted a bit. It was awkward, I think he was nervous too. We ate and talked and then I wanted to go back to my apartment because...........
That's my new little puppy! He's only peed on the floor a couple of times, but that's my fault. I have to pay better attention to his body language. I have to give him a name, too, and quit calling him Hey, whenever I catch him chewing. He makes such little poop, too, it's cute. So long as it stays outsdie.
From the back he reminds me of a little bear.
Hopefully we'll have another date. I enjoyed his company. We ended the date with a handshake because he has a cold and during dinner a cold sore emerged on my lip. That's how stressed I was about this date. I had fun. I hope next time is even funner. More even funnerest.
I have a date on Saturday. With a real live boy. I met him online on one of those dating websites. I'm trying not to get worked up over it.
I might get a puppy on Saturday, too.
Not that specific one, but hopefully one that color.
