There’s this guy thats been wanting to take me out for awhile now. I’ve been puttin’ him off because……I’m just not interested (nor am I attracted to him). But I finally gave in, and agreed to go on a date with him.

 

Why not, right? Since nobody ELSE wants to talk to me.

Last night was a preliminary date type of setting. He manages this barestaurant I go to regularly, so he invited me to come to this event they were having - a couple liquor companies were given out free dranks. While I was there we ordered dinner, so we kinda ate, talked, and drank while he was also running the barestaurant. It was cool. I love that place, and I like that the pre-date wasn’t so “formal”.

 
And then, it happened.

 
It always does.

 
He was getting comfortable with me and wanted to start……touching me, hugging me, holding my hand, kissing my cheek……ECK! Back UP already. I know you like me or whatever, but if you’re tryna get to know me, PLEASE know that I don’t like alladat. I am NOT affectionate.

 
At least, not with him. At least, not yet. Dude, this is the pre-date. This ain’t even the real date yet. I don’t know you MAN! I need you to let me inhale and exhale my OWN air, thank you.

 
I swear this is why I stopped “dating”. I’m so uncomfortable with the whole thing. I’m crazy about my personal space. I don’t want ANYONE in it. I don’t like that “in my face” shit.

 
Well, actually, I guess I don’t like it until……I do. I never really liked it until met this guy out here. Actually, I met a couple of guys out here that I didn’t mind having in my face. It was kinda, instant. I didn’t have to warm up to ‘em or anything. I was already primed and ready to go.

 
Are they in my face now?

 
Nope. *sigh*

 
The pre-date guy……he’s a nice enough person, with a sincere interest in me. He’d wine & dine me for days on end if I let him. Problem is……I don’t want him to.

 
This is so stupid. Its never the guy you want that is willing to go the extra mile for you. Why can’t I want the extra mile guy?

 
And that brings me to this point. Another reason for my hesitation, is that he eerily reminds me of a previous situation that tried to demolished me.

 

I put that guy off for a year, then decided to give him a chance after he kept asking. I wasn’t particularly attracted to him, but he had a good way about him (so I thought). He was also the touchy, feely, in my space type. And I hated it. I tried to be cool with it, and I compromised with myself after awhile to where my skin didn’t crawl every time he touched me, but I never got entirely comfortable with the idea.

 
Now that I think about this, I guess it was inevitable that he wasn’t gonna be “the dude” for me. And I guess it had to go down like that for me to stop wavering on my level of comfort in being with him “like that”. I battled with myself on why I couldn’t just FEEL it with him. He was great on paper. Wined & dined me. The whole nine. But honestly, I was forcing a feeling that wasn’t really there. Not all the way, anyway.

 
Wow.

 
I mean I’ve known this for awhile, and like I said, I’ve been battling with the “why can’t I like him the way he likes me” thing. Only to find out, he ain’t really like me. Not enough to stop him from fuckin a former sister-like person to me.

 
Hmph, lol. I’m laughing to myself now. Perhaps demolished was too strong of a word. I guess it freed me of that internal battle. I don’t owe anyone my affection, just because they want it.

 
Yeah, so getting back to the start……

 
……I’m crazy about my personal space, and I will flee in a minute if I feel you encroaching upon it. Especially if I don’t necessarily want you there.

 
And thats the issue. This guy is cool and all, and yeah he likes me, but I don’t feel that chemistry…that excitement…that electric spark that rips through you when ur around someone that gets your motor running.

 
Truth is, my motor is stuck on someone else’s key. Two someone else’s to be exact. And neither one of ‘em want to give me the time of day.

 
I guess I’ll be stuck there until……I’m not.

 
Enter my new internal battle.

 

 

 

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I’m really hurt that Glenn Lewis didn’t release another album, well, more like couldn’t release another album. Curse the demon record label execs! I heard a single from him on his proposed second album, “Back For More”, but nothing more came of it. And I found out that his project has since been postponed indefinitely. *sigh*

His first album was and is ON POINT. Its been playing in my car for the last couple of weeks and I can’t bring myself to take it out just yet. If you haven’t had the Glenn Lewis experience, I implore you to take a listen.

 
Glenn also has a couple of myspace pages showcasing some of his newer songs. Oh, they just make me long for a complete album that I can rock.

The closest I can get is this playlist.

 
I hope you all enjoy Glenn Lewis’ music as much as I have.

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and everyone is entitled to my opinion.

Not when it comes to me and men.

 
I wrote about the guy I smiled at. I smiled at him a week ago.
Have I heard from him?

 
Nope.

 
Now, I do have his number (assuming he gave me the right one; assuming when I called it at the bar it actually rang his phone, thereby revealing my phone number; assuming he wasn’t faking that it did).

 
If I assume all of the above, what good reason is there that I haven’t heard from him?

• He couldn’t remember the next day why there was a random 213 number in his phone and decided not to call?
   

• He COULD remember the next day why there was a random 213 number in his phone and decided not to call?
   

• Ill?
   

• Ill family member?
   

• Got caught up with work and life and plum forgot? Then figured since it had been this long, I probably wouldn’t remember him or want to hear from him, so he just never called?
   

• Figures since he didn’t call, and I haven’t called, then nevermind?
   

• Reconnected with an old girlfriend?
   

• Hit it off with another girl he met at the bar, and didn’t bother to call the rest of us?

 
If I’m interested in this guy, is the onus on me to call him and see whats up? (oh the horror and shame if he never intended on talking to me. but is it my fault if he misled me? doesn’t matter, cuz the direct rejection would still suck ass. how would I know unless I call? should his silence speak loud enough?)

 
Why would I be interested in a guy that potentially faked getting my number, or has taken this long to follow through?

 

Maybe a week isn’t too long.

I hate this frickin game. I was never good at tap dancing and shuffling my feet.

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and everyone is entitled to my opinion.

Yo, Cheri has a good album on her hands. Its a shame she didn’t get the proper promo.

 

 
I highly recommend checking her out. Click the picture for an imeem playlist.

 

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If the man you care about sneaks behind your back and has sex with someone who is supposed to be like a sister to you, it means he doesn’t really care about you.

 
You can ask him if you want to, but he’s already proven to be a lying, mendacious, two-faced sack of shit. You think he’s gonna be real with you now?

 
Dry those tears honey!

 
Ask yourself the question, would you have done that to him?

 
Why not?

 
Ah, because you cared.

 

 

thanks for your attention.

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