Baby Love

I spent the weekend with my nephew. Every time I see him I fall a little more in love with him even though I never think it's possible to love him more than I already do. But come on, who could resist this cute little monkey?

Skull Ring

Okay you were all right. I really had no reason to freak out at this point but it's what I do. I told you I suck at dating and I was right.

I ran into Tommy Lee at the bar we met in, last night and everything was fine. Well things were a little weird at first. Almost like he didn't know what to say to me. After a few minutes though, all seemed well. I did find out that he's piss ass poor at the moment so I'm thinking that might have something to do with him not calling and asking me out again. The poor bastard can't afford too. As a good gesture I bought him a PBR and paid for my own beers. Hopefully he got the message: "I work, I can pay for my own shit".

Then he did something that I'm still a little baffled about. I had some silver bangles on and he took them off my wrist and was kind of playing with them. He asked if he could have them and I told him no, because I just bought them Saturday. He told me I could at least give him one of them since I had multiples, so he put one on his wrist. Then he took off his skull ring, yes folks, his skull ring (that I've never seen him without) and put it on my finger and told me I could have it. What the fuck? Did I just get pinned by Tommy Lee? Oh well I'm just not going to think too hard about it at the moment. I honestly don't think I can. But when I got ready to leave he did walk me out and I got mad smooches so that's always good.

All I can say is that I'm learning, I'm trying new things and I'm bound to get freaked out from time to time here. I'm so out of my element it isn't funny. So just bear with me and enjoy the freak show while it lasts.

*Thanks to Iggy Pop for today's blog title. Who knew there is acutally a song called "Skull Ring"?

Idiot Boyfriend

He's not my boyfriend but other than that, a pretty appropriate title. Tommy Lee is steadily reminding me why I don't date. It sucks and I suck at it. Uncertainty is not something I deal all that well with, and let's face it, the dating world is full of uncertainty.

After a very nice weekend hanging out with him. After he flat out tells me that he likes me. After his boss asks him if I'm his girlfriend and he tells him I am. After the whole discussion of "stupid/scary/bad things I did when I was younger" that didn't scare me off. After not one, but two marriage proposals on Saturday night. After holding my hand every chance he got. I'm beginning to wonder if he's flaking out on me.

He called Sunday. He called Monday. I called him Tuesday to ask if he wanted to meet us out for some drinks to celebrate me losing a person (at least a small one). He didn't come. Yesterday he didn't call. What the fuck? Am I a leper all of a sudden?

Of course now I'm beginning to wonder what the hell is wrong with me. I'm over analyzing everything to the 10th degree and it's making me nuts. I hate this bullshit. I'm hoping one day the man of my dreams will just fall from the sky in front of me and we'll get married, have kids and live happily ever after. The end.

100 Years Ago

Okay so not 100 years ago but as of today I've lost 100 pounds. Last week I only had one pound to go and you wouldn't think that 1 pound would make that much difference. Apparently it did. I came back from working out at the gym on my lunch break and logged my weight into Weight Watchers online. When I clicked the submit button, I got a lovely little "congratulations you've lost 100 pounds" announcement and promptly started to cry. It was happy crying but still quite unexpected. I didn't know that 1 pound would be so emotional but it really was. This experience has changed me on the inside just as much as it has on the outside. I've shed some issues along with those pounds and I really feel like that was a good thing. I am really happy and kind of proud of myself. In fact I think this is worthy of a little celebration tonight. Cheers!

First Date

Well my date with Tommy Lee actually went much better than expected. He brought me a flower when he came to pick me up (on time). He took me to a sushi restaurant for dinner even though he doesn't care for it, but knew I did. He asked if he could hold my hand and asked if he could give me a good night kiss. Who knew Tommy Lee was such a gentleman. Apparently he only talks big in public but when he had me alone he didn't try anything inappropriate. I thought that was nice. It went well enough that I agreed to see him again on Saturday.

His band was playing at a festival here in town Saturday afternoon and he asked if I would come. We hung out from about 6:00 Saturday afternoon until 2:30 Sunday morning. We talked a lot and he was very honest with me about some things from his past. I really was impressed that he was up front with me. He told me he didn't want me to find out down the road and feel like I'd be lied to. The honesty thing is not the norm but it's actually really nice.

I haven't seen him since Sunday morning but he's called both days since. I like not having to wonder if he likes me. I know he does because he just came right out and told me. He's like a mutant strain of man, but in a good way.

I enjoyed spending time with him. He's not who I thought he was. I'd like to get to know him better. And he makes me laugh. I'd say things went well and I'm taking it one day at a time.

Rock n' Roll All Nite

So here's the skinny. I have a date tonight. Yes, a date. That in it's self is saying something considering the last real date I had was years ago. Here comes the fucked up part. I have a date with a guy that is the farthest thing from my type that I could possibly imagine. Ordinarily I go after smart, college educated, funny, accomplished, tallish, healthy, sweet guys who would be good marriage material. This guy is a drummer in a band, tattooed, drinks too much, smokes too much, wears ratty shirts with the sleeves cut off, really tall, really skinny, world educated, not stupid, horny and would be horrible marriage material. Basically I've agreed to go on a date with this Alabama town's version of Tommy Lee.

What is a nice girl like me doing with a guy like this? I haven't a clue. The only thing that I can really see that we have in common is a passion for the Rolling Stones. Yet when he asked me out I couldn't think of any reason to say no because I wanted to say yes. So I did.

He called Wednesday to finalize plans for tonight and informed me for this special occasion he would wear a shirt with sleeves. I'm going on a date with a man who thinks sleeves on a shirt is "fancy". God help me. I on the other hand, am wearing a demure yet sexy black top, my skinny jeans and my favorite sassy black heels. I suppose we'll look like the princess and the rockstar.

Having said all that I am looking forward to tonight. On the occasions that we've hung out I do have a good time. He makes me laugh and he's everything that I'm not which I find incredibly interesting. The only part of the date that I'm a little worried about is the goodnight kiss. I'm still not really sure that I can go there but I know he'll do everything he can to try and get one. He's been trying to get me to make out/sleep with him since the first time I met him. Usually that approach just pisses me off, but coming from him, it's oddly charming. Go figure.