300!!!!!!!

Can you believe this is officially my 300th post? And I'd really like to post something profound, but this is not a thinking man's blog. So instead, I'm going to write about something completely shallow....Boys, Fashion, Gossip and such!

Ok, I don't have anything interesting to say about boys, fashion, gossip, or anything. So, I suppose I'll just give you an update.
1. The Boxer -- I've broken the curse -- with the Boxer!! After 11 months of first dates and no second dates, on Wednesday, I FINALLY had a second date! And it was loverly. He took me out for sushi, I took the wine (it was BYOB). He's a little obsessive; but in a cute kinda way. As in, he'll whine if I haven't called him. So, but for the fact that I watch so many crime shows, it wouldn't be creepy at all. But alas, I do watch a lot of crime shows, so now I'm all worried that he's going to turn into a stalker. **This is completely unfounded, and totally encouraged by a recent CSI: Miami episode. We haven't even had a 3rd date!

2. Bottle Service Guy -- he's still a total flake. I've determined that when we do talk, he's completely entertaining, and so I'm making efforts to turn him into a platonic friend. Thus far, it's been a feeble attempt. Yesterday, he asked me to watch football with him, and I told him I couldn't because of the Dancing With The Stars finale. I think he was shocked at the reason I turned him down. I found it kind of hilarious really.

3. Laptop -- so, I've purchased a new laptop, to much pain in my wallet. I did go to the store on Black Friday to see if they marked it down even further, but alas, they hadn't. Sadly, I lost all my pictures and all my music. The music, totally replaceable. The pictures, not replaceable, but almost all of them are either in print or on my digi cam still. Sadly, roughly 8 pics from last year's NYE in PHX are MIA. :'(. Soooooo sad about that.

4. The Ninja -- yup, texted me over Thanksgiving. I texted back. That was it. But I suspect he's trying to re-establish contact with the island.

I think that's it. But, if there's more, you'll find out in post #301!!!!!!

It's like riding in a coffin down a mine shaft

That is a quote from the t.v. show Samantha Who? on ABC. She was talking about elevators. I feel it refers to my job. I really didn't want to write another post about how much I enjoy my job. And by enjoy, I mean despise. But, I felt that quote was oh-so-appropriate, and therefore I thought I'd share.

Here's what I was going to post originally: I am so confused by the boxer. Remember how he and I had sorta, kinda arranged to meet on Thursday? And then he never got back to me to confirm time or place? And then he didn't answer my text on Saturday (it was a totally random text, one that I sent to more than one person). So I figure, good riddance to mediocre rubbish; given my earlier determination that his island stay would be short as he was just trying to get laid. Anyway, I received the most baffling phone call and message today...from the boxer. Wait, why is he calling me? Yes, I get that he and I did not actually have a set time or place to meet last Thursday, but I thought that maybe our mediocre date was understanding enough that we weren't really going to put forth effort. Was I the only one that got that vibe? Hmmm. Anyway, I haven't returned the call yet. That'll give me something to do tomorrow when I'm driving to BFE for work.

Sister Mary Bridget Jones

Yesterday, martamack -- ahem, Married martamack -- missed his train, and because he lives in BFE, that meant another one wasn't coming for quite some time. Being the adoring kid sister that I am, I agreed to meet him at the nearest Starbucks and provide company. During our coffee break, I had a very Bridget Jones Diary moment.

You may remember the scene in the first Bridget Jones movie where she's sitting around at a friend's dinner as the only single person there. And one of the smug married men goes "so why do you suppose there are so many women in their thirties who are single?" or some such thing. To which she replied it was because she had scales and fur.

Anyway, the day before yesterday, MMM asked his periodic question of "why are you still single"? Evidently, the answer I gave him on Tuesday wasn't satisfactory enough, because we wound around to that topic again on Wednesday night. I think it may have started because I was describing why bottle-service guy was re-kicked off the island.

Anyway, my usual course of action is to play off the question, or merely ignore it. However, today, I've decided to lay this issue to rest once and for all. The reason why, I have had 7 (8???) first dates and 0 second dates in the past 11 months is because I am abstinent. There, I said it. I dare you to refute it. Think about it, first, the sexual revolution, followed by Sex and the City, and everything in between, and I expect a guy -- mind you, a guy I just met -- to give up getting laid on a regular basis until marriage? Yes, I acknowledge the arrogance in that, but sadly the idea of burning in hell and the accompanying emotional guilt just aren't worth it for me. But, I don't blame the guy for just deciding not to ask me out on a second date, and find a girl whose giving it up instead. I mean really? I'd do the same thing.

MMM's solution to all this was just not mentioning it until the 3rd date. I'm pretty sure all that does is put off the inevitable...and adds the extra bonus of accusations of being a tease. AND, if you don't bring it up right away, I find that the guy merely believes it's a ploy and that either (a) I'm lying in order to look coy or (b) he can talk me into having sex.

So there, that's why I'm still single. All clear? Ok good. Glad we talked about that. Just call me Sister Mary Bridget Jones.

Promised Details

Ok Dance Team: I went to finals. Before finals, we had 2 boot camp classes. They lasted from 7 until 10:30. Then, the finals were held at a local club. We dancers had to arrive by 10 a.m. We rehearsed, and then changed into black cocktail dresses. For the record, my black cocktail dress is fabulous, but no longer fits me awesomely, because my trainer worked and whittled me down a size. (Yee haa). There was a question portion, where we were to shine with personality. Then, we changed out of our black dresses and into our teeny tiny dance outfits. And then we danced. And then I didn't make it. The end. And so now, I've pretty much decided to retire my dance shoes once and for all. As I said way back in September, if I didn't make it, I'd probably be done. Hence retirement.

Ok boys: The bottle service guy. We had a FANTASTIC first date. There was lots of giggling, and we were both dressed rather stylishly. This was the Thursday before the tryout. The night after the tryout, we talked. He wanted to hang out, but for obvious reasons, I really didn't want to. So, I invited him to come over on Sunday and watch football. I grant you, they were tentative plans, but I still wasn't expecting him to blow it off. Which he did. I didn't hear from him again until I texted him the following Tuesday. Long story short, I kicked him off the island. But upon re-examining the issue, I have sent him another invitation to the island. But, I'm going to make it very clear that he's walking a fine line.

The boxer. The boxer is a guy I just met on Saturday. He's both a professional boxer (middle heavyweight) and a personal trainer. I shudder to think of that 8 pack he's sporting. We met on Saturday. He called and asked for a date on Sunday, which we had on Sunday. I'm impressed by his boldness. However, I suspect he's just trying to get laid. Unfortunate really, I would've enjoyed a cuddle with a hard body like that.

Ok, I think that's it. Consider yourself updated. Phew. Just in time to go to bed. Zzzzzz.

Quick Note

So, I haven't blogged in a while, so here's the cliff notes of what you need to know. Last week my computer died. And by died, I mean fubar'ed. That happened the day before I didn't make the dance team -- and de facto went into retirement.

The guy from the bar fell off the island. But he's been replaced by a new guy, the boxer. Whom I met on Saturday, and then went out on a date with on Sunday. More details to follow.

Anyhoo, as expected, I'm up and down with my mood, of course. Being forced into retirement sucks a little. The guy from the bar leaving the island also sucked, given our excellent first date. The new guy, kinda fun, but I'm not yet sure about.

At any rate, I'll post more soon, I promise.