I'll publicly admit that I was one of those women who subscribed to the school of "Size Counts". It wasn't a conscious decision per se, but my introduction to the male member was done in quite an impressive fashion that it was what I expected thereafter. I was fortunate that my subsequent introductions (save for one) to other members of the "Well Endowed" club kept me thinking that was important and I even had a way of gauging how big a man was without even seeing it. Sorry, I will not publicly disclose a trade secret.
Anyway, up until recently, I still held my membership to the previously mentioned "club" and seemed content with it. Well, that was until I got involved with my current and he firmly announced that while he's not as endowed as my previous boyfriends, he has what he has and can/will work with what he's got. And let me tell you, he has over and over again. Ladies, this man has come close to having his neighbours know my name and I've not only chased the rainbow, but experienced the many colours therein, and ate the Skittles at the end. I've done and enjoyed things I used to say I wouldn't and he's left me sore more often that not. Is it ever great to have open the door to change/growth/new experiences.
Being with him is nothing short of an A because the foreplay starts outside of the bedroom with compliments, flirting, the kiss or touch at just the right/unexpected time, and when it reaches the bedroom, it's anyone's guess how it's going down. We've scared ourselves on how involved we've gotten and how his performance has left me shook. So suffice it to say that I've not renewed and am not sure that I would want to my membership to the "Well Endowed" club. My sweetie has hit home runs, won pennants, and taken the championship with what the good Lord has blessed him with and I'm glad I'm over my once shallow; though unintentional mindset.
A reformed woman!
Showing posts with label relationships. Show all posts
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01 November 2010
31 October 2010
Expect the unexpected
Given that I haven't been in a monogamous relationship in half a decade, imagine my surprise to find myself in the semblance of one. It is truly a case of "it just happened" and one I'm finding most enjoyable. We've known each other for almost 3 years and have been best friends for the better part of 2 of them. It was a naturally forming friendship were we went from topical banter to deep and insightful conversation, where a deep level of confidence is established. We have like personalities in some ways and are polar opposites in others, but somehow we seem to compliment each other pretty well and it works.
It's pretty interesting how we seamlessly transitioned from being 'just friends' to this 'untitled exclusivity'. We talk openly and honestly about what has happened and where we are emotionally as he's currently separated and dealing with very raw and nebulous emotions, where I'm more secure emotionally, but a little gun shy about allowing someone this close to me. In truth, I'm okay with it all. I'm enjoying the feelings he erupts and the confidence I feel with him. He finds a level of peace and security with me that allows him to work with himself and through the ever-changing moods he sometimes finds himself in, but as I said; we seem to work.
While I saw none of it coming, I'm happy to be on this road as the journey is refreshing and insightful in many ways. Our prior friendship served as a great foundation for us to being where we are now and I can appreciate something; my lover being my best friend; as something I haven't done in over a decade. I haven't a clue where the final destination will take us and it would be nice to be put a title on us, but there's no need to fix what isn't broken, so it'll continue in the same fashion it currently exists; free-flowing.
I've heard the term "expect the unexpected" many times in my life and it has happened in other ways in my life, but having it occur this way is by far the best to date.
Open your hearts/minds; expect the unexpected!
It's pretty interesting how we seamlessly transitioned from being 'just friends' to this 'untitled exclusivity'. We talk openly and honestly about what has happened and where we are emotionally as he's currently separated and dealing with very raw and nebulous emotions, where I'm more secure emotionally, but a little gun shy about allowing someone this close to me. In truth, I'm okay with it all. I'm enjoying the feelings he erupts and the confidence I feel with him. He finds a level of peace and security with me that allows him to work with himself and through the ever-changing moods he sometimes finds himself in, but as I said; we seem to work.
While I saw none of it coming, I'm happy to be on this road as the journey is refreshing and insightful in many ways. Our prior friendship served as a great foundation for us to being where we are now and I can appreciate something; my lover being my best friend; as something I haven't done in over a decade. I haven't a clue where the final destination will take us and it would be nice to be put a title on us, but there's no need to fix what isn't broken, so it'll continue in the same fashion it currently exists; free-flowing.
I've heard the term "expect the unexpected" many times in my life and it has happened in other ways in my life, but having it occur this way is by far the best to date.
Open your hearts/minds; expect the unexpected!
12 September 2010
Waving goodbye while saying hello!!!
Today marks the last day of my 42nd year and I'm hours away from my 43rd. Year 42 started out with lots of festivity and in the company of my wonderful family and friends. I embraced the newness of it and was excited about what was in store for me. The first 5 months sailed by and for the most part, it was pretty good going. At the end of February I was laid off due to a contract loss and budget cuts, which I didn't put much worry into as I anticipated not being out of work long. At the end of March, I lost Lil Lady's father, which was unexpected and left me in shock and confusion as it was only two weeks prior to her 18th birthday. With the resiliency, I shouldered a shared responsibility with his mother in having to settle his estate, comfort Lil Lady, and handle my own life. None of it was; nor continues to be easy for me, but I forge on trusting in the Lord for provision, strength, and comfort. My friends/family were there for me when I needed them and aided wherever they were called on.
Life still goes on in spite of the loss/pain. I am still without a job, Lil Lady has started college, my mother is still a source of contention in my life, but I'm still thankful for the year as it's given me learning lessons, tools/resources, a renewed vigor to live this life and make memories and moments count; moreover, I realize that nothing can be done without leaning on the Lord. I managed to keep the faith, but there were times where I didn't lean as hard as I should have and only saw the dark even when it was light outside. The past couple days have had me at my emotional weakest and wasn't sure how I'd end my old year for the avalanche of emotions was more than I could bear. But God is good and I rose this morning realizing that I was in the fortunate position of having my old year end on a Sunday and I couldn't wait to get to church. I needed to be there. The rain that came down this morning was welcomed as a cleansing for me to wash away all the negativity, mixed emotions, and darkness that had been clouding me like smog. I received exactly what I needed in church through the sermon and the closing prayer; God is good! Now I feel renewed, able, refreshed, and ready to welcome the new year.
So, here I sit waiting for the dinner reservations made by Lil Lady to celebrate my birthday as I wave goodbye to 42 and say hello to 43. 4+3 = 7, which is the number of the Divine so it's got no other choice but to be a good year. I know God's got this and He's got me and together we're going to do it up. There are no triumphs without trials and there has to be a test in order to have a testimony, so while 42 left me heavy laden, I still made it through with a triumph and a testimony. I'm stronger, more resilient, wiser, more aware, and definitely more appreciative of life/living as I said before. I don't like being a single parent, but we raised a strong daughter who was fortunate of having her father in her life from the time she was conceived until his passing. She has wonderful memories of their time shared and has his initials to give her additional closeness. He was a good man to me and in spite of our not making it as a couple; we made it as parents. He lives on through her and she lives with me, so he'll always be a part of me and my life.
Life is good; people not so much, but I'm okay with that. I know God didn't bring me this far to leave me and I know that like a good vintage; 43's going to be a good year.
Stay blessed!
Life still goes on in spite of the loss/pain. I am still without a job, Lil Lady has started college, my mother is still a source of contention in my life, but I'm still thankful for the year as it's given me learning lessons, tools/resources, a renewed vigor to live this life and make memories and moments count; moreover, I realize that nothing can be done without leaning on the Lord. I managed to keep the faith, but there were times where I didn't lean as hard as I should have and only saw the dark even when it was light outside. The past couple days have had me at my emotional weakest and wasn't sure how I'd end my old year for the avalanche of emotions was more than I could bear. But God is good and I rose this morning realizing that I was in the fortunate position of having my old year end on a Sunday and I couldn't wait to get to church. I needed to be there. The rain that came down this morning was welcomed as a cleansing for me to wash away all the negativity, mixed emotions, and darkness that had been clouding me like smog. I received exactly what I needed in church through the sermon and the closing prayer; God is good! Now I feel renewed, able, refreshed, and ready to welcome the new year.
So, here I sit waiting for the dinner reservations made by Lil Lady to celebrate my birthday as I wave goodbye to 42 and say hello to 43. 4+3 = 7, which is the number of the Divine so it's got no other choice but to be a good year. I know God's got this and He's got me and together we're going to do it up. There are no triumphs without trials and there has to be a test in order to have a testimony, so while 42 left me heavy laden, I still made it through with a triumph and a testimony. I'm stronger, more resilient, wiser, more aware, and definitely more appreciative of life/living as I said before. I don't like being a single parent, but we raised a strong daughter who was fortunate of having her father in her life from the time she was conceived until his passing. She has wonderful memories of their time shared and has his initials to give her additional closeness. He was a good man to me and in spite of our not making it as a couple; we made it as parents. He lives on through her and she lives with me, so he'll always be a part of me and my life.
Life is good; people not so much, but I'm okay with that. I know God didn't bring me this far to leave me and I know that like a good vintage; 43's going to be a good year.
Stay blessed!
18 August 2010
What I like about you
You know all about me and like me anyway. You accept my good with my bad and don't hesitate to call me on my bullshit. You promote my good traits and inspire me to be a better person. When I'm feeling down, you're there to pick me up with a warm hug, comforting words, or even a firm word to stop me feeling sorry for myself. We share anything and everything with each other knowing the confidence shared will never be broken; providing a mutual safe haven in which to dwell. You don't judge me; instead show me ways I can work through my mess. I know I'm important to you not by what you say, but what you do; often without a murmur or second thought. And even on the times when we're a little more than just friends, you treat me with even more of the love, trust, respect of what was have as our foundation. I never have to to worry about crossing the line as it never gets blurred. Together we're a great team and we cheer each other on from the sidelines and when one of use has to be captain, there's never an issue of pride. You're my best friend, my confidante, my occasional lover, and someone with whom I will always love. You've made an amazing impact on my life and have seen me through some of my darkest days to my most joyous moments and for all of these things I love you. My world is a better place for having you in it.
You know who you are! Muah!
Stay blessed!
You know who you are! Muah!
Stay blessed!
17 August 2010
Hindsight is 20/20
As a parent, I'm in a position to recall my childhood as watch my own child grow up. I look back to many of the things I'd done and moreso what I got away with as it's those things that serve as the lessons learned tool in raising my child.
I've shared many of the crazy things I did as a teenager with Lil Lady in an effort to illustrate just how foolish what I did was and why she shouldn't repeat the things I did. Don't get me wrong, save for one incident, Lil Lady hasn't done half the things I did. She's had her share of teenage activities, but still they pale in comparison as I turned the tight reign my mother had over me into a learning tool on how to raise my daughter.
Case in point; I used to sneak out of the house in order to hang out with my friends. Why? Because my mother; the warden in her infinite parenting wisdom thought I didn't need a social life and if I had one, I'd become deviant in some way. Well, she was right, but not for the reasons she conjured up. I did what I did because she wouldn't let me do things my peers were doing. I wasn't a bad kid nor was I a bad student and compared to my extremely maladjusted younger brother I was in fact an angel; yet she did get the noose tight around my neck never once considering the converse role it would play.
I had a slightly older friend whom live about a quarter mile from my house and I liked to hang out with him, so on many a night, I'd sneak out of my bedroom window and go to his house and hang out. Sometimes we stayed in and other times we'd go to NYC and hang out drinking Korbel, which was the hip champagne at that time in Washington Square Park; all of this unbeknownst to my sleeping parents. Not once did I consider the ramifications of my actions; all I knew was I was having a good time and would be back home in order to get a few hours sleep before getting up for school. In all the times I snuck out, I didn't think about what would happen if there'd been a fire and my parents went downstairs to rouse me. I didn't think about our getting into a car accident or being arrested for my underage drinking. All I thought about was the freedom I had at that precise moment and making it count. I never considered sneaking anyone into the house as I might have thought that it sent a bad message and that I was in fact doing something wrong. No one ever questioned my being out with them 'after hours' and even if they did, I'm sure I would have convinced them it was fine.
I look back now and shake my head in wonder how I managed to get away with what I did for so long. I think of the many turns my 'escapes' could have taken with not so favourable outcomes. I'm happy that nothing did happen as the learning lesson could have been very different. I've shown through my hindsight that there isn't much Lil Lady could do that I probably hadn't done or thought about. I've taught her that what I did was wrong in so many ways and spared no detail in illustrating the many ways I could have gotten hurt, in trouble, or even killed. I became the parent that communicated with her child instead of being over protective and think that a compromise couldn't have been made.
I'm in a very fortunate position to have raised a daughter that trusts and respects me and has taken the many things I've shared with her under advisement and consideration. She and I have and continue to communicate honestly and openly with each other in order to come to a complete understanding. The trust we share is undeniable and we confide in each other over just about everything. Lil Lady is my daughter and best friend; a bond and a gift I treasure immensely as these are things I've yet to share with my own mother. She didn't know how to be a parent and even when she did, she chose not to, which is again why I chose a different path. I looked at how I was raised and made a commitment to myself and my daughter that I would not be that parent. To date and save for a few things, I am not. I pride myself on being the kind of mother that my child wants to be with and share details of her life that many of her peers aren't able to do with their parents. Parenting is a role/responsibility I don't take lightly and I've become the "cool mom" with her peers and they know they can come to me with anything they want to talk about as they've seen who I am through my daughter.
We live in a day and age where we can't afford to be complacent with our children and we have to look back sometimes in order to know what not to do in the future. I thank God for blessing me with the fortitude to raise Lil Lady the way I have and know that through my own eyes I can look back and learn that a wealth of good can come our way if only we use the negative wisely.
Stay blessed!
I've shared many of the crazy things I did as a teenager with Lil Lady in an effort to illustrate just how foolish what I did was and why she shouldn't repeat the things I did. Don't get me wrong, save for one incident, Lil Lady hasn't done half the things I did. She's had her share of teenage activities, but still they pale in comparison as I turned the tight reign my mother had over me into a learning tool on how to raise my daughter.
Case in point; I used to sneak out of the house in order to hang out with my friends. Why? Because my mother; the warden in her infinite parenting wisdom thought I didn't need a social life and if I had one, I'd become deviant in some way. Well, she was right, but not for the reasons she conjured up. I did what I did because she wouldn't let me do things my peers were doing. I wasn't a bad kid nor was I a bad student and compared to my extremely maladjusted younger brother I was in fact an angel; yet she did get the noose tight around my neck never once considering the converse role it would play.
I had a slightly older friend whom live about a quarter mile from my house and I liked to hang out with him, so on many a night, I'd sneak out of my bedroom window and go to his house and hang out. Sometimes we stayed in and other times we'd go to NYC and hang out drinking Korbel, which was the hip champagne at that time in Washington Square Park; all of this unbeknownst to my sleeping parents. Not once did I consider the ramifications of my actions; all I knew was I was having a good time and would be back home in order to get a few hours sleep before getting up for school. In all the times I snuck out, I didn't think about what would happen if there'd been a fire and my parents went downstairs to rouse me. I didn't think about our getting into a car accident or being arrested for my underage drinking. All I thought about was the freedom I had at that precise moment and making it count. I never considered sneaking anyone into the house as I might have thought that it sent a bad message and that I was in fact doing something wrong. No one ever questioned my being out with them 'after hours' and even if they did, I'm sure I would have convinced them it was fine.
I look back now and shake my head in wonder how I managed to get away with what I did for so long. I think of the many turns my 'escapes' could have taken with not so favourable outcomes. I'm happy that nothing did happen as the learning lesson could have been very different. I've shown through my hindsight that there isn't much Lil Lady could do that I probably hadn't done or thought about. I've taught her that what I did was wrong in so many ways and spared no detail in illustrating the many ways I could have gotten hurt, in trouble, or even killed. I became the parent that communicated with her child instead of being over protective and think that a compromise couldn't have been made.
I'm in a very fortunate position to have raised a daughter that trusts and respects me and has taken the many things I've shared with her under advisement and consideration. She and I have and continue to communicate honestly and openly with each other in order to come to a complete understanding. The trust we share is undeniable and we confide in each other over just about everything. Lil Lady is my daughter and best friend; a bond and a gift I treasure immensely as these are things I've yet to share with my own mother. She didn't know how to be a parent and even when she did, she chose not to, which is again why I chose a different path. I looked at how I was raised and made a commitment to myself and my daughter that I would not be that parent. To date and save for a few things, I am not. I pride myself on being the kind of mother that my child wants to be with and share details of her life that many of her peers aren't able to do with their parents. Parenting is a role/responsibility I don't take lightly and I've become the "cool mom" with her peers and they know they can come to me with anything they want to talk about as they've seen who I am through my daughter.
We live in a day and age where we can't afford to be complacent with our children and we have to look back sometimes in order to know what not to do in the future. I thank God for blessing me with the fortitude to raise Lil Lady the way I have and know that through my own eyes I can look back and learn that a wealth of good can come our way if only we use the negative wisely.
Stay blessed!
16 August 2010
Ten Things I like About Sex
- The kiss that takes my breath way
- The many configurations we form
- The shared trust
- The weakness/strength
- Giving in and letting go
- Unified bliss
- Being sexually intoxicated
- It being a journey of exploration
- Knowing I can f*ck, make love, have sex all with the same person
- Simply because it feels so damn good
Stay blessed
15 August 2010
Check Please!
The more I date/get to know someone, the more reasons I've found to confirm why I'm still single.
Last weekend; and at the same event I met Stalker at, I met Special Dark. He did everything he could to gain my attention and flirted shamelessly when he did. We engaged in a really great conversation where a good vibe developed and he asked if we could exchange numbers. I didn't take his and instead gave him mine stating that if he truly had an interest he'd do the leg work. In spite of my being independent, assertive, and all that good stuff; I still like to be courted.
That evening, I went to the party with where I knew he would be and upon seeing me, he became my date for the night. We drank, talked, danced, and had a genuinely good time. When it was time for me to go, he walked me to my car, hugged me and said he'd be in touch. He knew I had plans with my family the next day, but still sent a text to say it was a pleasure meeting me, inquired about my family whom he'd met at the picnic and party, and wished me a good day with them.
The next day, we speak via text, but I wanted there to be some actual human contact, so I said, I would refrain from texting and he should call when he had an opportunity to do so. A short while later, he called and we spoke for an hour or so. The conversation was energetic and warm like our previous and he quickly took me out of the tired funk I was in to sparking the proverbial second wind. I had to go out that evening, but said I would call or text when I was done.
The following day, he asked what was on my agenda and if there was an opportunity for him to visit me (he lives in NY). I ran through my itinerary and said that the evening would be good. Let the record show that I do not make a habit of letting people come to my home and I was in fact breaking my own self-imposed rule since I knew I'd have Lil Lady and my surrogate kids at the house, so I wouldn't be there alone with someone I'd just met.
Upon his arrival; he was reintroduced to Lil Lady and Surrogate Daughter as he'd met them on Saturday and he was also introduced to Lil Lady's Twin; also a surrogate daughter and Lil Lady's male bestie. We sat and chatted for a while before he was afforded the tour of my house. While upstairs, he kissed me, which I returned until he got a little touchy feely. I promptly ended the tour upstairs and hustled him back downstairs and outside to the vast back yard until I was ready to bring him back inside.
Fast forward to the kids going upstairs leaving he and I alone...He kisses me again and this time with more vigor than the previous. I pulled away feeling a bit overwhelmed, but it didn't thwart his attempts to get touchy-feely again. I backhanded him citing his advances were too forward and uncalled for. He backed off, but now I was feeling a bit put off and said it was getting late and he had a 90 minute drive ahead of him. He left and I was both pissed off and relieved. We had standing plans, which we'd made on Monday to meet on Friday; prior to his wanting to see me on Tuesday, but I was no longer feeling like I wanted to go through with them as he'd rubbed me (literally) the wrong way. Friday rolls around and I hadn't heard from him all day. I called and left a message inquiring if we were still a go and waited for his response. Bottom line was that I was going anyway as I'd already made the plans, but being one for social protocol, I made contact in spite of myself. Hours later he said he was sorry, but had been caught up on some business and would get back to me. I responded, stating it was cool either way as I was proceeding as planned.
Later said evening, he text inquiring as to my whereabouts and I stated I was with my friend and it was cool that he couldn't make it. (Read, was RELIEVED). I think I might have truly lost it if I had to ward off his octopus-like advances.
The point of this convoluted story is that this is a clear example of someone showing you who they are and having the presence of mind to pay attention. I saw very quickly that Special Dark is hands on - literally in spite of not once being given the green light. His lack of contact post visit shows me what his intentions really where regardless of how he presented himself. And finally, his lack of contact since bailing on Friday. In truth, I'm not pressed and will chalk it up to The Adventures and Misadventures of a Single/Dating Woman. I had a good night regardless with a very dear/special friend, so here's to you Special Dark....Check please!!!!
Stay blessed!
Last weekend; and at the same event I met Stalker at, I met Special Dark. He did everything he could to gain my attention and flirted shamelessly when he did. We engaged in a really great conversation where a good vibe developed and he asked if we could exchange numbers. I didn't take his and instead gave him mine stating that if he truly had an interest he'd do the leg work. In spite of my being independent, assertive, and all that good stuff; I still like to be courted.
That evening, I went to the party with where I knew he would be and upon seeing me, he became my date for the night. We drank, talked, danced, and had a genuinely good time. When it was time for me to go, he walked me to my car, hugged me and said he'd be in touch. He knew I had plans with my family the next day, but still sent a text to say it was a pleasure meeting me, inquired about my family whom he'd met at the picnic and party, and wished me a good day with them.
The next day, we speak via text, but I wanted there to be some actual human contact, so I said, I would refrain from texting and he should call when he had an opportunity to do so. A short while later, he called and we spoke for an hour or so. The conversation was energetic and warm like our previous and he quickly took me out of the tired funk I was in to sparking the proverbial second wind. I had to go out that evening, but said I would call or text when I was done.
The following day, he asked what was on my agenda and if there was an opportunity for him to visit me (he lives in NY). I ran through my itinerary and said that the evening would be good. Let the record show that I do not make a habit of letting people come to my home and I was in fact breaking my own self-imposed rule since I knew I'd have Lil Lady and my surrogate kids at the house, so I wouldn't be there alone with someone I'd just met.
Upon his arrival; he was reintroduced to Lil Lady and Surrogate Daughter as he'd met them on Saturday and he was also introduced to Lil Lady's Twin; also a surrogate daughter and Lil Lady's male bestie. We sat and chatted for a while before he was afforded the tour of my house. While upstairs, he kissed me, which I returned until he got a little touchy feely. I promptly ended the tour upstairs and hustled him back downstairs and outside to the vast back yard until I was ready to bring him back inside.
Fast forward to the kids going upstairs leaving he and I alone...He kisses me again and this time with more vigor than the previous. I pulled away feeling a bit overwhelmed, but it didn't thwart his attempts to get touchy-feely again. I backhanded him citing his advances were too forward and uncalled for. He backed off, but now I was feeling a bit put off and said it was getting late and he had a 90 minute drive ahead of him. He left and I was both pissed off and relieved. We had standing plans, which we'd made on Monday to meet on Friday; prior to his wanting to see me on Tuesday, but I was no longer feeling like I wanted to go through with them as he'd rubbed me (literally) the wrong way. Friday rolls around and I hadn't heard from him all day. I called and left a message inquiring if we were still a go and waited for his response. Bottom line was that I was going anyway as I'd already made the plans, but being one for social protocol, I made contact in spite of myself. Hours later he said he was sorry, but had been caught up on some business and would get back to me. I responded, stating it was cool either way as I was proceeding as planned.
Later said evening, he text inquiring as to my whereabouts and I stated I was with my friend and it was cool that he couldn't make it. (Read, was RELIEVED). I think I might have truly lost it if I had to ward off his octopus-like advances.
The point of this convoluted story is that this is a clear example of someone showing you who they are and having the presence of mind to pay attention. I saw very quickly that Special Dark is hands on - literally in spite of not once being given the green light. His lack of contact post visit shows me what his intentions really where regardless of how he presented himself. And finally, his lack of contact since bailing on Friday. In truth, I'm not pressed and will chalk it up to The Adventures and Misadventures of a Single/Dating Woman. I had a good night regardless with a very dear/special friend, so here's to you Special Dark....Check please!!!!
Stay blessed!
13 August 2010
From zero to sixty
Saturday past I was in Brooklyn at a fraternity; we'll call them huh phi really, cookout where I met a seemingly nice guy with whom I had a decent conversation with. In my mind the connection was purely cerebral, but somewhere between the exchange of contact information because as I said, it was cerebral; at least on my part, he slipped in that he wanted to fly me to California. Huh? In my mind I'm thinking, "how I we get here?" And I think my thoughts were heard or he saw the "huh?" expression in my face and he said, "Yea, that's how I roll." Wow! Okay!
Within two hours of the exchange of numbers, he, who'll from henceforth will be called Stalker called me. I didn't recognize the number, so I answered the phone only to hear him identify himself and I was stunned! I mean, who does that? I know I'm still fairly new to the dating scene and am still learning certain rules of engagement, but to call within two hours seems a little forward/pushy/even desperate to me. I abruptly got him off the phone citing I had my brother on the other line and I'd call later. Unfortunately my evenings events got the best of me and I didn't return the call. I did; however, send the Facebook Friend Request as he'd asked and no sooner he accepted the request, he posted "Hey Sexy". Now, I'm less than stunned, but instead tad pissed off. I mean, he hadn't asked my social status in terms of am I dating, in a relationship, or talking to someone, so for him to post that kind of comment was a bit offensive. Call me sensitive, but that's how I felt.
It's now Sunday, and we're going on a family outing to Six Flags. We arrived at the amusement park and I'd no sooner parked when my phone rang. I see it's Stalker and didn't answer the phone. It was not the appropriate time; nor did I want to answer only to promptly end the call. Stalker left a voice message and immediately thereafter sent a text message. Now, I'm heated! I mean was it really necessary to send a text after leaving a voice message? I went on with my day and hours later I replied to his text. I told him I was with my family at the amusement park and that I'd get back with him when I was in a more practical environment. He replied saying, "when you come see me in Cali, I'll take you to the Six Flag; Magic Mountain out here". So, we're back to that again. I replied, "money is wasted on me at amusement parks as I don't go on the majority of the rides, but it was a family day and I wanted to share time with them." That pretty much ended the conversation.
Monday morning rolls around and yes, he calls AGAIN! I answer as I don't want to be on the hook to call back. I really only had a few minutes, so that afforded me the chance to limit talking. He seemed overly impressed that I recognized his voice, but one would think that by now, I'd recognized his number and/or stored his number in my phone; nothing more. He once again rambled on about my going to Cali of which I gave no reaction to nor do I plan to. Hell, I don't even know this man; no he I. He babbled on about this and that and then I ended the call as I was on a time constraint and he stated he had to get to the airport.
Tuesday rolls around and I'm relaxing with Lil Lady and my surrogate kids when my phone rings; I didn't recognize the number and answered reluctantly. I was completely gobsmacked! Stalker called again; this time from a number I didn't recognize and when I inquired, he stated it was his landline and that I should store it in order to have all of his contact information. It was obvious he heard the commotion in the background and I was pleased that it afforded me the opportunity to get off the phone; not to mention that I had company anyway.
Now readers, I'm typically a very tolerant person, patient, and open minded person. I will allow one the benefit of the doubt, but I think Stalker has gone rather overboard in his effort get my attention of show his interest in me. Conversely, his persistence is having the opposing effect and now I feel compelled to let him know that 1) I have no romantic interest in him, 2) have no desire to engage in a long term relationship, and 3) I'm not attracted to him in an intimate manner. I'm not sure what my actual course of action in words will be, but I will definitely speak up because I do not want to allow there to be a false sense of attraction between us.
I feel like I'm on a speeding train that's about to crash into a wall. I'm still trying to figure out how I got from what was seemingly a cerebral draw to my being gifted a trip to the west coast. While I like to travel and am always up for a trip, I'm not inclined to visit someone I know nothing about and who's pursuing me like a virus. I do understand that there could be an opportunity for our getting to know each other more, which could justify his invitation, but the bottom line is that I'm simply not that into him; at least not romantically. Furthermore, my being pursued so aggressively is not a turn on for me. Yes, I like a strong man, but I don't like a brute or at least brute force tactics.
I have no idea where this story will go or what the end result will be, but for now, I'm just trying to make sense of nonsense and sharing it hoping to get some valuable insight. Oh, I have been instructed to simply ignore his calls and that he'll get the hint, but I did voluntarily exchange contact information and I do consider myself an adult, so ignoring him would be rather juvenile on my part. I'll keep you posted!
Stay blessed!
Within two hours of the exchange of numbers, he, who'll from henceforth will be called Stalker called me. I didn't recognize the number, so I answered the phone only to hear him identify himself and I was stunned! I mean, who does that? I know I'm still fairly new to the dating scene and am still learning certain rules of engagement, but to call within two hours seems a little forward/pushy/even desperate to me. I abruptly got him off the phone citing I had my brother on the other line and I'd call later. Unfortunately my evenings events got the best of me and I didn't return the call. I did; however, send the Facebook Friend Request as he'd asked and no sooner he accepted the request, he posted "Hey Sexy". Now, I'm less than stunned, but instead tad pissed off. I mean, he hadn't asked my social status in terms of am I dating, in a relationship, or talking to someone, so for him to post that kind of comment was a bit offensive. Call me sensitive, but that's how I felt.
It's now Sunday, and we're going on a family outing to Six Flags. We arrived at the amusement park and I'd no sooner parked when my phone rang. I see it's Stalker and didn't answer the phone. It was not the appropriate time; nor did I want to answer only to promptly end the call. Stalker left a voice message and immediately thereafter sent a text message. Now, I'm heated! I mean was it really necessary to send a text after leaving a voice message? I went on with my day and hours later I replied to his text. I told him I was with my family at the amusement park and that I'd get back with him when I was in a more practical environment. He replied saying, "when you come see me in Cali, I'll take you to the Six Flag; Magic Mountain out here". So, we're back to that again. I replied, "money is wasted on me at amusement parks as I don't go on the majority of the rides, but it was a family day and I wanted to share time with them." That pretty much ended the conversation.
Monday morning rolls around and yes, he calls AGAIN! I answer as I don't want to be on the hook to call back. I really only had a few minutes, so that afforded me the chance to limit talking. He seemed overly impressed that I recognized his voice, but one would think that by now, I'd recognized his number and/or stored his number in my phone; nothing more. He once again rambled on about my going to Cali of which I gave no reaction to nor do I plan to. Hell, I don't even know this man; no he I. He babbled on about this and that and then I ended the call as I was on a time constraint and he stated he had to get to the airport.
Tuesday rolls around and I'm relaxing with Lil Lady and my surrogate kids when my phone rings; I didn't recognize the number and answered reluctantly. I was completely gobsmacked! Stalker called again; this time from a number I didn't recognize and when I inquired, he stated it was his landline and that I should store it in order to have all of his contact information. It was obvious he heard the commotion in the background and I was pleased that it afforded me the opportunity to get off the phone; not to mention that I had company anyway.
Now readers, I'm typically a very tolerant person, patient, and open minded person. I will allow one the benefit of the doubt, but I think Stalker has gone rather overboard in his effort get my attention of show his interest in me. Conversely, his persistence is having the opposing effect and now I feel compelled to let him know that 1) I have no romantic interest in him, 2) have no desire to engage in a long term relationship, and 3) I'm not attracted to him in an intimate manner. I'm not sure what my actual course of action in words will be, but I will definitely speak up because I do not want to allow there to be a false sense of attraction between us.
I feel like I'm on a speeding train that's about to crash into a wall. I'm still trying to figure out how I got from what was seemingly a cerebral draw to my being gifted a trip to the west coast. While I like to travel and am always up for a trip, I'm not inclined to visit someone I know nothing about and who's pursuing me like a virus. I do understand that there could be an opportunity for our getting to know each other more, which could justify his invitation, but the bottom line is that I'm simply not that into him; at least not romantically. Furthermore, my being pursued so aggressively is not a turn on for me. Yes, I like a strong man, but I don't like a brute or at least brute force tactics.
I have no idea where this story will go or what the end result will be, but for now, I'm just trying to make sense of nonsense and sharing it hoping to get some valuable insight. Oh, I have been instructed to simply ignore his calls and that he'll get the hint, but I did voluntarily exchange contact information and I do consider myself an adult, so ignoring him would be rather juvenile on my part. I'll keep you posted!
Stay blessed!
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