So....what's going on with the frogs you may ask? Well...it's been kinda a slow year. I still see Cartman quite often, but again, no commitments so I continue to "kiss" other frogs....
Snakecharmer and I are both American Idol watchers, so we have begun a Tuesday night ritual of watching AI. We flip back and forth between houses, host makes dinner and or dessert. Snakecharmer makes excellent nachos! As for me, it's nice to have someone to cook for and share a meal with. This past Tuesday he requested lasagna, and I was happy to oblige. I also introduced him to risotto, which he also enjoyed. I make an excellent risotto with lemon and rosemary. I do believe it's more comforting than mashed potatoes...yes, I know. It's almost sacrilegious.
I haven't heard from the Hand-Me-Down since his friend painted my bedroom. Maybe the age difference was too much, maybe it was the weird way in which we met or maybe he just wasn't ready. It surely couldn't possibly be me could it?
Mr. Football missed our first date because he was in a "car accident." He never even called to confirm the second date, and I have to say, I wasn't all that upset. I'm sure my nephew "The Hammer" will be upset. He was impressed that he plays for the Marion Mayhem. In his mind, we should get married so he could be related to a real-life football player.
I met the Gambler last Saturday night. I got online about 8...he was online too. Instead of "talking" online, we just decided to meet for a late dinner. He was hysterical. I don't think I've ever met someone who talks as much as he does. The Gambler is 28, worked professionally, and is now back at OSU studying Golf Course Management. He also likes to gamble -- particularly blackjack and poker. He has even considered going professional. He was really nervous because it was his first date in quite some time. He'd been dating a girl for about 3 years, and then he got sick. They discovered a large tumor growing beside his heart. When they removed it, they had to remove part of his lung and part of his pericardia sack. He pulled the neck of his t-shirt down to show the beginning of his scar where they cracked his chest. Four days after his operation, his girlfriend dumped him. That was in December. So, who knows where this one is going...I'm not sure if he's going to be worth the gamble (I know, bad, but I couldn't resist).
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Friday, February 22, 2008
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
Random Frog Blog
Cartman isn't interested, nor is he able to commit to anything more than friendship right now. I still have good times with him, but obviously need to jump back in the pond with some sort of vigor and intention. So here's what's been going on.
The hand-me down and I talk somewhat frequently. We're both tentative, which can make for a lot of assumptions of intentions on both ends. He did hook me up with his good friend who is going to paint my bedroom cheap cheap. When it comes right down to it, he has a very full schedule and I'm not sure how things will pan out.
Trolley popped up on IM Friday night and wanted to go out. I explained I had been on funeral watch all day and was really not in any shape for company. He made some inappropriate comments. For whatever reason, I suggested Saturday night. For 10 minutes we IM'ed about where and when, and it ended up with, he was going to call at noon the next day to set something up. After multiple phone calls, we ended up meeting at the Buckeye Hall of Fame Cafe. Now, I had seen a picture, and knew that he was a mocha color, grew up in Zambia, and his name was Mo. Why I didn't piece this together, I don't know. Mo was short for Mohammad...and he was Muslim. All I could hear was Aunt's C's voice in my head, "A Muslim and a Christian will never be friends...." Needless to say, we didn't see eye to eye on anything...including where Muslims and Christians split....he says with the identity of who Jesus really was, and I said NO...it goes back much further to the Patriarchs and a stolen blessing and a ticked off older brother.
Mo did take the liberty of ordering my dinner for me, then asked me to pay for half. I said that's ok, I'll let you get it. When we were getting ready to leave, I said that I didn't think this was going to work, and he said ok. THEN HE GRABBED MY REAR END. I shrugged out of his grasp, gave him a curt good night and sent him on his way. He keeps IM'ing me. Blech.
Sunday, I had plans to watch the Superbowl with Seriously. We talked earlier in the day, to confirm. Seriously said he would call back closer to the Superbowl, cause we were undecided if we were going to a party, a sports bar, or my house. He never called back, and then he wouldn't answer my call. For those keeping track, that's 4 dates he hasn't shown up for, two he hasn't bothered to call or cancel. Buh-bye.
Monday, I'm home because of the whole Salvation Army fiasco, and Mr. Football pops up. Now, Mr. Football and I have been e-mailing, but he just recently hooked up IM. He's my age, owns his own buisness, and plays semi-pro football as a linebacker. He trains with the Marion Mayhem. We're chatting and he asks if we can meet, so I say sure. We were both free for the next couple of hours. Now, I always arrange a meeting in public for the first time. We confirm a place and I gave him my cell phone number. I told him I needed to take the dog out and then I would be on my way. Fine. So I go and sit by myself for an hour doing the USAToday crossword and watching Superbowl recaps. I get home, and immediately IM him -- don't know what happened, I didn't see you, waited an hour, hope you're ok. Haven't heard a thing yet.
I have a question. Where are all the nice guys? If you know one, will you please introduce me? I'm tired of wasting time....literally.
The hand-me down and I talk somewhat frequently. We're both tentative, which can make for a lot of assumptions of intentions on both ends. He did hook me up with his good friend who is going to paint my bedroom cheap cheap. When it comes right down to it, he has a very full schedule and I'm not sure how things will pan out.
Trolley popped up on IM Friday night and wanted to go out. I explained I had been on funeral watch all day and was really not in any shape for company. He made some inappropriate comments. For whatever reason, I suggested Saturday night. For 10 minutes we IM'ed about where and when, and it ended up with, he was going to call at noon the next day to set something up. After multiple phone calls, we ended up meeting at the Buckeye Hall of Fame Cafe. Now, I had seen a picture, and knew that he was a mocha color, grew up in Zambia, and his name was Mo. Why I didn't piece this together, I don't know. Mo was short for Mohammad...and he was Muslim. All I could hear was Aunt's C's voice in my head, "A Muslim and a Christian will never be friends...." Needless to say, we didn't see eye to eye on anything...including where Muslims and Christians split....he says with the identity of who Jesus really was, and I said NO...it goes back much further to the Patriarchs and a stolen blessing and a ticked off older brother.
Mo did take the liberty of ordering my dinner for me, then asked me to pay for half. I said that's ok, I'll let you get it. When we were getting ready to leave, I said that I didn't think this was going to work, and he said ok. THEN HE GRABBED MY REAR END. I shrugged out of his grasp, gave him a curt good night and sent him on his way. He keeps IM'ing me. Blech.
Sunday, I had plans to watch the Superbowl with Seriously. We talked earlier in the day, to confirm. Seriously said he would call back closer to the Superbowl, cause we were undecided if we were going to a party, a sports bar, or my house. He never called back, and then he wouldn't answer my call. For those keeping track, that's 4 dates he hasn't shown up for, two he hasn't bothered to call or cancel. Buh-bye.
Monday, I'm home because of the whole Salvation Army fiasco, and Mr. Football pops up. Now, Mr. Football and I have been e-mailing, but he just recently hooked up IM. He's my age, owns his own buisness, and plays semi-pro football as a linebacker. He trains with the Marion Mayhem. We're chatting and he asks if we can meet, so I say sure. We were both free for the next couple of hours. Now, I always arrange a meeting in public for the first time. We confirm a place and I gave him my cell phone number. I told him I needed to take the dog out and then I would be on my way. Fine. So I go and sit by myself for an hour doing the USAToday crossword and watching Superbowl recaps. I get home, and immediately IM him -- don't know what happened, I didn't see you, waited an hour, hope you're ok. Haven't heard a thing yet.
I have a question. Where are all the nice guys? If you know one, will you please introduce me? I'm tired of wasting time....literally.
Friday, January 4, 2008
More Froggy Updates
So, JJTMB has yet to call and explain his actions. Good riddance. I agree with Leigh Annsy...when someone shows you their character, believe them. If I can remember this, I think I'll save myself a lot of grief.
Last night on the way home from band rehearsal, I stopped by Cartman's. He wasn't feeling well because his daughter and he have been passing a flu bug back and forth. I got to demonstrate my fab bedside manner by getting ice and Mt. Dew. I should have been a nurse -- if it wasn't for the blood and the throw up and the 12 hour shifts. Maybe it's more accurate to say that I should have been an inn keeper.
Also had a nice long talk with Snake Charmer. Poor guy. I stopped in on Christmas night to make sure he was home. I had visions of him stumbling home from the bar and laying in a snow bank along the way. I had purchased a Christmas gift for him on a whim....just one of those things where it would be a crime not to buy it cause it fit so well. Anyways, he was so appreciative. The man just about cried. I think a part of him has given up hope that anyone will ever be nice to him, but at the same time he runs away from kindness because he's not used to it. Then his dog died the day after Christmas. Wonderful. I certainly hope 2008 is a better year for him.
Last night on the way home from band rehearsal, I stopped by Cartman's. He wasn't feeling well because his daughter and he have been passing a flu bug back and forth. I got to demonstrate my fab bedside manner by getting ice and Mt. Dew. I should have been a nurse -- if it wasn't for the blood and the throw up and the 12 hour shifts. Maybe it's more accurate to say that I should have been an inn keeper.
Also had a nice long talk with Snake Charmer. Poor guy. I stopped in on Christmas night to make sure he was home. I had visions of him stumbling home from the bar and laying in a snow bank along the way. I had purchased a Christmas gift for him on a whim....just one of those things where it would be a crime not to buy it cause it fit so well. Anyways, he was so appreciative. The man just about cried. I think a part of him has given up hope that anyone will ever be nice to him, but at the same time he runs away from kindness because he's not used to it. Then his dog died the day after Christmas. Wonderful. I certainly hope 2008 is a better year for him.
Thursday, January 3, 2008
Here's an opportunity you've been waiting for....
You can call me a fool. As suspected, JJTMB didn't show up, call confirm or cancel our date last night. I was all dressed up and nowhere to go. I called him. No return call...no email, no text, no IM, no smoke signal, no nothing. In the world of modern technology, this is just really, rather pathetic. It annoys me to no end.
Here's another list of things that annoy me:
1. People who waste my time.
2. Mary and Lily -- both of whom kept finding ways into my bed last night.
3. I was silly enough to buy pens and mechanical pencils that look alike. I'm FOREVER grabbing the wrong thing.
4. I accidentally dropped the toothpaste cap down the sink and now my toothpaste is just oozing out into a big, congealed pile of crust in the cabinet.
5. Socks. Yes, Grandpa Royal pontificated on their virtues, but one of the pair is always lost or holy. Of course, it does make me love my (mom's) Uggs even more.
6. Presidential election years. I will vote...but I really don't want another 11 months of polls, ads and surprise tactics.
7. Dry hands and hangnails.
8. Bagged lettuce. Why does it taste so funny? And why do I keep buying it?
9. Ants. I have'em. Nothing I try is working. Any ideas?
10. Cleaning out the litter box.
Have anything that you need to vent?
Here's another list of things that annoy me:
1. People who waste my time.
2. Mary and Lily -- both of whom kept finding ways into my bed last night.
3. I was silly enough to buy pens and mechanical pencils that look alike. I'm FOREVER grabbing the wrong thing.
4. I accidentally dropped the toothpaste cap down the sink and now my toothpaste is just oozing out into a big, congealed pile of crust in the cabinet.
5. Socks. Yes, Grandpa Royal pontificated on their virtues, but one of the pair is always lost or holy. Of course, it does make me love my (mom's) Uggs even more.
6. Presidential election years. I will vote...but I really don't want another 11 months of polls, ads and surprise tactics.
7. Dry hands and hangnails.
8. Bagged lettuce. Why does it taste so funny? And why do I keep buying it?
9. Ants. I have'em. Nothing I try is working. Any ideas?
10. Cleaning out the litter box.
Have anything that you need to vent?
Wednesday, January 2, 2008
First Frog Blog of the New Year
So...it looks like more frog kissing will need to be done in 2008. It would be nice to settle down and just be with one, but I still seem to be coming across toads.
Here's some updates and introductions:
The Original Frog. I'm still keeping in contact with him. He's been busy with his kids lately, they've been in town over the holidays. We did have a date set up, but he hit a deer and totaled his truck on the way over, so it didn't work out. Maybe that's a sign....who knows?
Cartman. I really like this one. I can always count on having a good time and laughing a lot when I'm with him. We see eye to eye on most issues, but can still have spirited debates, which I usually let him win. However, he just came out of a LTR and isn't really sure what he wants in life, so we continue to have a mutually non-exclusive relationship. Partly because I don't want to be bored waiting, but mostly so that he can take some other women out and finally realize how wonderful I am. He also admires my modesty.
JJTMB. Even though he stood me up with a pathetic excuse of a broken ankle, I have consented to go out with him again. In fact we're supposed to go out tonight...and if he stands me up again, you can all delight in calling me a fool tomorrow.
Mr. Garvey. Went out with Mr. Garvey last night. I had high hopes for this one. We met online, and have "talked" since October. I was all wrapped up in the romantic notion that I was going to meet a sweet yet very masculine man like characters Merlin Olsen used to play. Instead, I got the reality show version of Mr. Garvey. This one thought it was OK to introduce himself with a full kiss on the lips, of which he slobbered more than kissed. I was so stunned by that gesture that he must have thought it was OK to repeat. Second time around, he literally burped during the kiss -- into my mouth. GROSS. Buh-bye Mr. Garvey.
Seriously. 30 years old. Owns his own company. Seriously. Owns his own house. Seriously. He's a bit more red-necky than I usually go for, but overall a very nice guy. We've been out for drinks. Other plans have been thwarted by work and holidays. Will need to go out with this one a few more times to see if there is something to pursue...or if I know someone who would be good for him.
Hand me down. A cast off from my friend Lawgirl. She went out with him, but they just never clicked. So, she's handing him down to me. We've just started talking, and he seems nice. It turns out we both used to work at the same law firm, both in the probate department. We missed each other by a year. At first I thought I scared him with a "putting the fun back in funeral" joke, but he thought it was funny. Which is good....cause who really wants to spend time with someone who won't laugh at a funeral joke?
So that's a wrap up of who's who's next and who's on deck. There are some more in the hopper, including more who want to know if I'm OK if they're bi....I don't know what's with some of these guys.
Keep on Hoppin!
Here's some updates and introductions:
The Original Frog. I'm still keeping in contact with him. He's been busy with his kids lately, they've been in town over the holidays. We did have a date set up, but he hit a deer and totaled his truck on the way over, so it didn't work out. Maybe that's a sign....who knows?
Cartman. I really like this one. I can always count on having a good time and laughing a lot when I'm with him. We see eye to eye on most issues, but can still have spirited debates, which I usually let him win. However, he just came out of a LTR and isn't really sure what he wants in life, so we continue to have a mutually non-exclusive relationship. Partly because I don't want to be bored waiting, but mostly so that he can take some other women out and finally realize how wonderful I am. He also admires my modesty.
JJTMB. Even though he stood me up with a pathetic excuse of a broken ankle, I have consented to go out with him again. In fact we're supposed to go out tonight...and if he stands me up again, you can all delight in calling me a fool tomorrow.
Mr. Garvey. Went out with Mr. Garvey last night. I had high hopes for this one. We met online, and have "talked" since October. I was all wrapped up in the romantic notion that I was going to meet a sweet yet very masculine man like characters Merlin Olsen used to play. Instead, I got the reality show version of Mr. Garvey. This one thought it was OK to introduce himself with a full kiss on the lips, of which he slobbered more than kissed. I was so stunned by that gesture that he must have thought it was OK to repeat. Second time around, he literally burped during the kiss -- into my mouth. GROSS. Buh-bye Mr. Garvey.
Seriously. 30 years old. Owns his own company. Seriously. Owns his own house. Seriously. He's a bit more red-necky than I usually go for, but overall a very nice guy. We've been out for drinks. Other plans have been thwarted by work and holidays. Will need to go out with this one a few more times to see if there is something to pursue...or if I know someone who would be good for him.
Hand me down. A cast off from my friend Lawgirl. She went out with him, but they just never clicked. So, she's handing him down to me. We've just started talking, and he seems nice. It turns out we both used to work at the same law firm, both in the probate department. We missed each other by a year. At first I thought I scared him with a "putting the fun back in funeral" joke, but he thought it was funny. Which is good....cause who really wants to spend time with someone who won't laugh at a funeral joke?
So that's a wrap up of who's who's next and who's on deck. There are some more in the hopper, including more who want to know if I'm OK if they're bi....I don't know what's with some of these guys.
Keep on Hoppin!
Thursday, December 6, 2007
MIA
So last night, JJTMB was supposed to come over for pizza and movie night. I was STARVING, so I called him about half an hour before he was supposed to come over, so that I would know what he liked on his 'za...no answer. Hmmm...10 minutes after, still no answer. Half hour later, still no answer. So, I go online to pass time and chat.
About 10 PM, Snake Charmer checks in and gives me the guy perspective. He was only interested in what he could get...he wasn't really interested in me...I shouldn't take it personally...and boy he wished he knew I was sitting home alone, cause he would have liked to have kept me company.
JJTMB calls back today. Apparently, he broke his ankle on the ice yesterday. He got home from the hospital around 7:30 and went to bed. He says they are going to cast it tomorrow when the swelling will be down. He was sorry he didn't call.
Which frog do you believe? Until I see crutches...I know which one I believe!
About 10 PM, Snake Charmer checks in and gives me the guy perspective. He was only interested in what he could get...he wasn't really interested in me...I shouldn't take it personally...and boy he wished he knew I was sitting home alone, cause he would have liked to have kept me company.
JJTMB calls back today. Apparently, he broke his ankle on the ice yesterday. He got home from the hospital around 7:30 and went to bed. He says they are going to cast it tomorrow when the swelling will be down. He was sorry he didn't call.
Which frog do you believe? Until I see crutches...I know which one I believe!
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
More Froggy Updates
So here are a few updates about the frogs...
This week-end worked out just fine. I stayed in Friday night, watched movies with Snake Charmer on Saturday and had dinner with Cartman on Sunday. The Original Frog ended up working all week-end.
So...updates on the latest newbies:
Frog #12 -- the Stand Up. He is exactly as his name implies. We arranged two separate dates and he stood me up both times. He didn't even call to give an excuse...just left me sitting...TWICE! So, after the second time, he wanted me to call him. I chose to send an e-mail instead. I was honest and said, look, I don't like my time wasted, so buh-bye. He responded with some VERY hostile remarks about the Steelers (because he knew I cheer for them), which just goes to show that he probably wasn't such a nice guy after all.
Frog #13 -- Mr. Garvey. Hand to God...this guy looks just like Merlin Olsen aka Mr. Garvey from Little House on the Praries aka Father Murphy from well, er...Father Murphy. Mr. Garvey repairs electronics and only works week-ends. He's also an outdoorsy kinda guy. Why he would be interested in a girl who considers no air or cable as "roughing" it, I don't know. He has two sons from a previous marriage and is a boy scout troop leader. He seems very much a boy scout himself. We will have to see...
This week-end worked out just fine. I stayed in Friday night, watched movies with Snake Charmer on Saturday and had dinner with Cartman on Sunday. The Original Frog ended up working all week-end.
So...updates on the latest newbies:
Frog #12 -- the Stand Up. He is exactly as his name implies. We arranged two separate dates and he stood me up both times. He didn't even call to give an excuse...just left me sitting...TWICE! So, after the second time, he wanted me to call him. I chose to send an e-mail instead. I was honest and said, look, I don't like my time wasted, so buh-bye. He responded with some VERY hostile remarks about the Steelers (because he knew I cheer for them), which just goes to show that he probably wasn't such a nice guy after all.
Frog #13 -- Mr. Garvey. Hand to God...this guy looks just like Merlin Olsen aka Mr. Garvey from Little House on the Praries aka Father Murphy from well, er...Father Murphy. Mr. Garvey repairs electronics and only works week-ends. He's also an outdoorsy kinda guy. Why he would be interested in a girl who considers no air or cable as "roughing" it, I don't know. He has two sons from a previous marriage and is a boy scout troop leader. He seems very much a boy scout himself. We will have to see...
Friday, November 30, 2007
The pond is full of frogs...
...but I'm alone on a Friday night.
Actually, it's a funny story. I'd set up a date with Cartman for tonight. However, Snake Charmer texted me this morning and asked if we were still on for tonight. What?! Did I mess up and double book myself? Yikes!
After some careful research (I do archive all of my online conversations...yes, I know..that's a smart thing to do!), I realized that I did not set up anything with Snake Charmer. So I texted him back and said, sorry darling, but we didn't set a date, but if you would like Saturday or Sunday night, that's great with me. He said he would get back to me...Sunday looked good, but he wasn't certain.
So then, Frog #1, the Original Frog called. He had been MIA for two weeks while his son was in town. He wanted to get together...would Sunday night work? I told him I was going to be in and out on Sunday, but I'd let him know. Great.
Then Cartman called. Guess what? His daughter has strep...and he wasn't feeling so hot himself. Could he rain check for possibly Sunday night? I told him we'd see how he was feeling and go from there.
Ever the opportunist...I called back Snake Charmer. "Hey Snake Charmer! My plans were cancelled due to illness. Do you still wanna go out?" He'd already made other plans...and again he would let me know about Sunday.
So, if you're keeping a tally, it goes something like this:
Beginning of the day: 2 dates
End of the day: 0 dates
Possibilities for Sunday: 3 dates
Christmas gift for Sara: Erasers and white out for my planner.
Actually, it's a funny story. I'd set up a date with Cartman for tonight. However, Snake Charmer texted me this morning and asked if we were still on for tonight. What?! Did I mess up and double book myself? Yikes!
After some careful research (I do archive all of my online conversations...yes, I know..that's a smart thing to do!), I realized that I did not set up anything with Snake Charmer. So I texted him back and said, sorry darling, but we didn't set a date, but if you would like Saturday or Sunday night, that's great with me. He said he would get back to me...Sunday looked good, but he wasn't certain.
So then, Frog #1, the Original Frog called. He had been MIA for two weeks while his son was in town. He wanted to get together...would Sunday night work? I told him I was going to be in and out on Sunday, but I'd let him know. Great.
Then Cartman called. Guess what? His daughter has strep...and he wasn't feeling so hot himself. Could he rain check for possibly Sunday night? I told him we'd see how he was feeling and go from there.
Ever the opportunist...I called back Snake Charmer. "Hey Snake Charmer! My plans were cancelled due to illness. Do you still wanna go out?" He'd already made other plans...and again he would let me know about Sunday.
So, if you're keeping a tally, it goes something like this:
Beginning of the day: 2 dates
End of the day: 0 dates
Possibilities for Sunday: 3 dates
Christmas gift for Sara: Erasers and white out for my planner.
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
It Worked!
My Z--pack worked. I am feeling much better. I almost forget what it's like to have energy.
Frog updates: Have been going out a lot with Snake Charmer and Cartman. They are both nice in their own way. I enjoy time with both of them. Since I can't make up my mind, I figured I'd try another frog...who I will be having lunch with Thursday.
I'll keep you posted about how that one goes.
Frog updates: Have been going out a lot with Snake Charmer and Cartman. They are both nice in their own way. I enjoy time with both of them. Since I can't make up my mind, I figured I'd try another frog...who I will be having lunch with Thursday.
I'll keep you posted about how that one goes.
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Q: What happens if you kiss too many frogs?
A: You get mono. Seriously. Apparently, that's what my doctors think I have. Test results should be in later this week....
I haven't posted about frogs lately, so let me catch you up:
Frog#6: Jojo the monkey boy (aka JJTMB). JJTMB used to be an engineer for the Navy. Now he teaches math for Columbus public and Ohio Dominican. He's the oldest of three boys, grew up on a farm outside of Toledo and is Catholic. Went out once...he says he would like to go out again, but our schedules are chaotic and don't seem to match up. Interesting note...he put an offer on a house on my street, but ended up buying elsewhere.
Frog#7: Rusty Bucket. Transplant from the great state of West Virgina, Rusty Bucket is a truck driver for Honda. He's a single dad who mentioned on our date that he was bi-curious. He asked if that was a problem. Ummm.....yeah. That's pretty much a deal breaker right there. He still writes once in a while, to see if he can create a "spark" with me. I'm apparently too nice when I say no.
Frog#8: Cartman. A true geek in every sense of the word. The man owns a genuine light sabre. His house has two bookcases in it...one full of science fiction books, another full of toys for his daughter, whom he has on the week-ends. Cartman is truly a sweet, kind man. We've been out several times. He was the first to bring food when he heard I was sick.
Frog#9: Snake Charmer. A docent at the zoo, this guy volunteers to hold the snakes while kids pet them. He also is involved with greyhound rescue and owns two greyhounds himself. He also has a 10 foot python named Matilda. Snake Charmer is also a national pistol shooting champion and runs a couple of leagues here in the central Ohio area. This guy has had a really rough life. From those circumstances, Snake Charmer has decided that God doesn't exist. Although I get along with Snake Charmer, I sometimes wonder if this is more of a missionary endeavor for me.
Frog#10: Dr. Ross. Remember when ER first started, and it was really good and George Clooney played Dr. Ross? Yeah. I met his younger twin. This guy looks a lot like Dr. Ross, except he has light green eyes instead of brown. We were chatting one day online and discovered that we live two streets apart. He invited me over for a drink. He has a gorgeous house on the river. The entire back of the house is floor to ceiling windows that over look his boat slip. He also has an adorable American Bulldog named Bailey. Dr. Ross "writes code" for computers and has several rental properties. He also is a pothead. So, he's just fun to look at. Ahhh...
And that brings you up to date on the frogs I've actually met. There are several waiting in the wings though.....until next time!
I haven't posted about frogs lately, so let me catch you up:
Frog#6: Jojo the monkey boy (aka JJTMB). JJTMB used to be an engineer for the Navy. Now he teaches math for Columbus public and Ohio Dominican. He's the oldest of three boys, grew up on a farm outside of Toledo and is Catholic. Went out once...he says he would like to go out again, but our schedules are chaotic and don't seem to match up. Interesting note...he put an offer on a house on my street, but ended up buying elsewhere.
Frog#7: Rusty Bucket. Transplant from the great state of West Virgina, Rusty Bucket is a truck driver for Honda. He's a single dad who mentioned on our date that he was bi-curious. He asked if that was a problem. Ummm.....yeah. That's pretty much a deal breaker right there. He still writes once in a while, to see if he can create a "spark" with me. I'm apparently too nice when I say no.
Frog#8: Cartman. A true geek in every sense of the word. The man owns a genuine light sabre. His house has two bookcases in it...one full of science fiction books, another full of toys for his daughter, whom he has on the week-ends. Cartman is truly a sweet, kind man. We've been out several times. He was the first to bring food when he heard I was sick.
Frog#9: Snake Charmer. A docent at the zoo, this guy volunteers to hold the snakes while kids pet them. He also is involved with greyhound rescue and owns two greyhounds himself. He also has a 10 foot python named Matilda. Snake Charmer is also a national pistol shooting champion and runs a couple of leagues here in the central Ohio area. This guy has had a really rough life. From those circumstances, Snake Charmer has decided that God doesn't exist. Although I get along with Snake Charmer, I sometimes wonder if this is more of a missionary endeavor for me.
Frog#10: Dr. Ross. Remember when ER first started, and it was really good and George Clooney played Dr. Ross? Yeah. I met his younger twin. This guy looks a lot like Dr. Ross, except he has light green eyes instead of brown. We were chatting one day online and discovered that we live two streets apart. He invited me over for a drink. He has a gorgeous house on the river. The entire back of the house is floor to ceiling windows that over look his boat slip. He also has an adorable American Bulldog named Bailey. Dr. Ross "writes code" for computers and has several rental properties. He also is a pothead. So, he's just fun to look at. Ahhh...
And that brings you up to date on the frogs I've actually met. There are several waiting in the wings though.....until next time!
Friday, October 19, 2007
How things ended with Staples.
Grandma asked me today about the "boyfriend." I didn't have the heart to go into detail, so I told her that he was fine -- which I know he is. Not exactly a lie, right? More of an omission of truth.
The real story is that Staples and I aren't going to be seeing each other any more, unless it is in a public forum. We had several great dates and enjoyed each others company very much. He's a really great guy.
Since we met online, we were open about the situation. We both knew that there was no reason to be "exclusive" for any reason. Fine. It doesn't seem to make much sense to meet someone and decide that day to be exclusive.
As our conversations progressed, I learned that Staples had been going out with one girl on and off for a few months. As he told me about her, it came to light that she was on vacation in Michigan the week we met, and he was, well, a little lonely and a little confused about exactly where their relationship stood.
One night, he was at my house. We had made dinner and were watching TV when she called. He was very tense after the call, so I just had to lay it out for him:
Me: Have you ever considered, that you are just a monogamy kind of guy? You weren't meant to "play the field?"
S: But my marriage dissolved after 4 years. What if I try and this fails too?
Me: Yeah. You might try and it might last for only 50 years.
S: But I don't want to hurt you.
Me: (giggle) Like I'm going to be that smitten for any guy after a week? Sweetie, you're a great guy, but you ain't all that. (OK, that was in my head...here's what I actually said:) I'm not that fragile. I will be ok. But what's important here is to figure out what you want. If you want to try with her, great. If you don't, stop leading her on. If you don't know what you want...maybe you should take some time for yourself and figure that out.
S: I don't know.
Me: Of course you don't...you're a man. (OK -- that was in my head again. What I actually said was:) Why don't you go home and start thinking about it.
And he did.
This week he contacted me to let me know that they were going to try the monogamy thing for a while. He then thanked me profusely. I told him he owed me one...and so did she.
There is an upside all of this though. Yes, I did lose out on a possible relationship, but the positives far outweigh the negatives.
1) I met a really great guy, was totally myself and didn't scare him away.
2) I got a man to make somewhat of a commitment, not to me of course but still, a commitment was made.
3) He committed to a woman...not a man. At least I didn't turn this one gay. he he.
The real story is that Staples and I aren't going to be seeing each other any more, unless it is in a public forum. We had several great dates and enjoyed each others company very much. He's a really great guy.
Since we met online, we were open about the situation. We both knew that there was no reason to be "exclusive" for any reason. Fine. It doesn't seem to make much sense to meet someone and decide that day to be exclusive.
As our conversations progressed, I learned that Staples had been going out with one girl on and off for a few months. As he told me about her, it came to light that she was on vacation in Michigan the week we met, and he was, well, a little lonely and a little confused about exactly where their relationship stood.
One night, he was at my house. We had made dinner and were watching TV when she called. He was very tense after the call, so I just had to lay it out for him:
Me: Have you ever considered, that you are just a monogamy kind of guy? You weren't meant to "play the field?"
S: But my marriage dissolved after 4 years. What if I try and this fails too?
Me: Yeah. You might try and it might last for only 50 years.
S: But I don't want to hurt you.
Me: (giggle) Like I'm going to be that smitten for any guy after a week? Sweetie, you're a great guy, but you ain't all that. (OK, that was in my head...here's what I actually said:) I'm not that fragile. I will be ok. But what's important here is to figure out what you want. If you want to try with her, great. If you don't, stop leading her on. If you don't know what you want...maybe you should take some time for yourself and figure that out.
S: I don't know.
Me: Of course you don't...you're a man. (OK -- that was in my head again. What I actually said was:) Why don't you go home and start thinking about it.
And he did.
This week he contacted me to let me know that they were going to try the monogamy thing for a while. He then thanked me profusely. I told him he owed me one...and so did she.
There is an upside all of this though. Yes, I did lose out on a possible relationship, but the positives far outweigh the negatives.
1) I met a really great guy, was totally myself and didn't scare him away.
2) I got a man to make somewhat of a commitment, not to me of course but still, a commitment was made.
3) He committed to a woman...not a man. At least I didn't turn this one gay. he he.
Friday, October 12, 2007
So, the bloom fades quickly....
Staples and I have spent much time together this week. We've spoken hours on the phone and IM'ed each other more than my boss knows! We had dinner Wednesday night AND Thursday night. He also took me to the shooting range Thursday.
Little aside here...I'm good with a gun. I mean REALLY good. I shot a 22 and a Glock 9MM. I was good with the 22 and great with the 9MM after some practice. It wasn't hard to impress myself, but Staples was impressed too. We shot for a couple of hours. I got to wear the safety glasses and the head phones, run the targets back and forth on the automated clothesline and pick up the shell casings so they could be repacked later. It was a blast -- pun intended.
So why does the bloom fade quickly? It is increasingly obvious that Staples hasn't fully recovered emotionally from his divorce. Personally, I don't think he's ready for anyone as confident and as independent as I am. I sent him home last night and asked him to think about what he wanted. After all, I'm not here to play therapist. He agreed that taking the week-end to himself to consider different possibilities would be more beneficial in the long run than me calling in sick on Friday so I could stay home with him...which is what he originally wanted.
It is a curse to be this desirable. ha ha ha.....
Anyways, Staples know that the door is open to him, but I'm not expecting much. I guess it's back to the drawing boards for me. I'll keep ya posted
Monday, October 8, 2007
Frog #5 -- The Shimmer of a Prince
So I had a very nice date with Frog #5 yesterday. I had originally given him the nickname Steely J., but after meeting him, I discovered he had his own nickname -- Staples. Whys that you ask? Because he has an easy button...just like the commercials. And indeed, he is a very laid back and easy going guy.
Of course, when I met Staples, the first name that popped into my head was Fat Pat...because he reminded me of my cousin, but just in a smooshed down, wider kind of way.
Staples and I met at a bar to watch the Steelers crucify the Seahawks. We shared some pizza and beers, laughs and cheers for our team. We decided that more time needed to be spent together so movie and a dinner followed.
Staples is a blissfully normal guy. He works as a computer geek for JPMorgan/Chase. He owns his own house and property, likes to hunt -- both gun and crossbow, and he's an avid pool player. He grew up in western PA (around Slippery Rock) and has been transplanted in Ohio for almost 10 years. Staples is an excellent conversationalist...he speaks easily and encourages conversation, while never dominating it. That talent is a welcome treat from the one word grunts I've encountered thus far. More vital stats: he's 34 (soon to be 35 in January), has been previously married and has a 12-year-old daughter. He's Southern Baptist and because he owns guns, one can only assume that he's Republican.
So, after our 7 hour first date, I informed Staples that it was time for this little chick-a-dee to go home, as there was a dog with his legs crossed waiting there. Staples laughed and agreed. After I got home, I got an IM sayting that he had a great time. I wrote back that I did too...and we IM'ed for a bit. Then he declared that he couldn't type fast enough and asked if he could call. That conversation lasted over an hour. **sigh**
Thursday, Staples is taking me to the shooting range. We can also deduce that he is brave....very brave.
Of course, when I met Staples, the first name that popped into my head was Fat Pat...because he reminded me of my cousin, but just in a smooshed down, wider kind of way.
Staples and I met at a bar to watch the Steelers crucify the Seahawks. We shared some pizza and beers, laughs and cheers for our team. We decided that more time needed to be spent together so movie and a dinner followed.
Staples is a blissfully normal guy. He works as a computer geek for JPMorgan/Chase. He owns his own house and property, likes to hunt -- both gun and crossbow, and he's an avid pool player. He grew up in western PA (around Slippery Rock) and has been transplanted in Ohio for almost 10 years. Staples is an excellent conversationalist...he speaks easily and encourages conversation, while never dominating it. That talent is a welcome treat from the one word grunts I've encountered thus far. More vital stats: he's 34 (soon to be 35 in January), has been previously married and has a 12-year-old daughter. He's Southern Baptist and because he owns guns, one can only assume that he's Republican.
So, after our 7 hour first date, I informed Staples that it was time for this little chick-a-dee to go home, as there was a dog with his legs crossed waiting there. Staples laughed and agreed. After I got home, I got an IM sayting that he had a great time. I wrote back that I did too...and we IM'ed for a bit. Then he declared that he couldn't type fast enough and asked if he could call. That conversation lasted over an hour. **sigh**
Thursday, Staples is taking me to the shooting range. We can also deduce that he is brave....very brave.
Thursday, October 4, 2007
Leisure Suit Larry and Frog #3
Did you ever play that video game in the 80's called 'Leisure Suit Larry in the Land of the Lounge Lizards?" Yeah, I didn't think so. I used to play alot. Our friends the Crawfords had it. You were the character Larry and you were navigating through the night life. You had to over come drunks, jealous boyfriends, whiney women etc. etc. But you know what? No matter how far you advanced, Leisure Suit Larry never left the lounge.
Enter Frog #3, aka Bartender Ted.
Bartender Ted was one of the first guys I met online. He approached me on IM and chatted easily. He worked construction during the day and tended bar at night. He was a little forward in his approach, but I didn't really think to much about it at the time. He invited me to the bar where he worked on Saturday night so we could meet (He works in a restaurant, so the bar wasn't always crowded). I told him I would try, but didn't make any promises.
So Saturday night rolled around, and Semi-Steve had offered to actually take me out...which I thought was a better deal than sitting at the end of a bar talking to a guy between customers. Of course we all know how that turned out. While I was out with Semi-Steve, Bartender Ted started calling. Where are you at? Are you coming? I'm getting ready to leave! Call me. Several messages were left.
After I excused myself from Semi-Steve, I called Bartender Ted back....no answer. I left a voice mail and drove home. When I got home, Bartender Ted was waiting on IM to talk. He claimed the night was still young and proposed we go out. I told him that I just wasn't in a going out mood anymore, I had an early morning and sorry, we'll have to make it another time. I asked if that was OK, he said it was and he understood. Great.
Then he started contacting me about how I missed such a great opportunity. He had all the power and I was on a hook...so he claimed. Apparently he believed that I couldn't wait to go out on a date with him, and that he was just going to keep me waiting out of spite. HA! Every time I logged on to IM, he popped up with this kind of drivel.
After talking to some other girls who meet men online and use IM to communicate, I discovered that Bartender Ted is the lounge lizard of the Internet. He waits online and then pounces on whoever is new to the scene, uses them to his best advantage and then never really moves on. It amazes me that friends as far away as Cleveland have even been subjected to Bartender Ted. Nice.
Bartender Ted is now blocked from my IM list.
Tune in next time to hear about Frog #4 aka The Polyester Chief.
Tuesday, October 2, 2007
Me and my frogs
So, if you don't know, I've been very, very frustrated with the whole dating world. The old fix-up seems to be a thing of the past, or at least no one is fixing me up. I have asked so many people for their advice, and all I get is blank stares and shrugs, and alot of "gee, wow, that's rough." In fact, when discussing the situation with a staff member at church, I was advised to either try e-harmony (which I have deduced is a joke) or maybe MOVE TO A DIFFERENT CHURCH! (The ridiculousness of this statement astounds me as our church is trying to grow. Obviously, we wouldn't want to cultivate a thriving men's ministry that would attract single men of God. Noooooooo, it is far better to just tell the single women to go elsewhere. I guess we are just supposed to come back when we are married with a family?) ACK! I'm getting off topic.
I decided that in order to date a prince, I was going to have to suck it up and kiss a few frogs. I thought you all might enjoy a good laugh about how horrible the dating world is.
Enter frog #2 aka Semi-Steve. (Frog #1 aka The Cable Guy will need an entry of his own at a future date).
Semi-Steve and I met online (this seems to be the easiest way to meet men these days). We exchanged pictures and IM'ed each other for a bit. He was very charming...asked about me, interested in my background -- wanted to know about what my masters was in. He suggested we meet for a drink on Saturday night. Fine. We agreed on a place/time etc. He said he would meet me outside. And I naively thought that he would be a gentleman. HA!
I pull up to see a guy with dripping wet hair and the arms ripped off of his t-shirt. Apparently Semi-Steve was a bouncer in a former life, and now was a truck-driver. It took from the time we met in the parking lot until the time we sat down to realize that Semi-Steve couldn't put a sentence together without swearing. Semi-Steve insisted we sit outside on the patio, as he did not want to hear anything about the Buckeyes. In fact, he hated the Buckeyes. He hated that they were winning. He hated that people in Columbus were crazy about them. He hated how people acted the next day (apparently Buckeye Victory Gloating made Semi-Steve feel bad **sniff sniff**)
As it turns out, Semi-Steve hated just about everything. Here is a short list:
1) The Buckeyes
2) Being hot (physically)
3) Patio's without hot tubs
4) Kids
5) Mustangs (the car)
6) Columbus in General
7) Black Ice
8) Columbus Drivers
9) Columbus Drivers + Black Ice
10) Not having a house
11) His job
12) His boss
13) The headlights of his Camero (apparently one wasn't working properly)
14) Janitorial supply companies
15) My ringtone
16) The newly re-routed Powell Road
I could go on, but why? The date ended when he told me that I would need to shut my phone off when we went back to his place because he couldn't "concentrate" with that ringtone going off. HA! Like there was any chance I would go anywhere with him. He didn't even get a handshake. I thanked him for my drinks, explained two was my limit and I was going home. Buh-Bye!
Tune in next time for the exciting tale of Frog #3 aka Bartender Ted.
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