What's My Name?

So, a few weeks ago, I was feeling a bit bold and asked someone I'd had my eye on if he'd like to go out sometime. He took my phone number, and as I was leaving, kissed me on the cheek goodbye and said, "I'll call you."

Right away I felt in my stomach that he wouldn't. Damnit. Of course I didn't get his number because I didn't have my phone on me.

The following week I didn't go out because I was sick, and the week after that he wasn't there. Now fast forward to a couple nights ago...

I didn't really feel like going out, but I did. My back was killing me and I wasn't feeling the music. Then, as I was dancing with a friend, I saw Mr. M walk by and felt a huge smile appear on my face. A new song, a kiss on the cheek hello, and I was dancing with him.

Mr. M said he wanted to call, and started giving me excuses that I didn't need to hear. This time before I left, I got his number.... so, we'll see what happens. Hmm... he asked me what his name is. Since I had just entered his name into my phone, I showed him. I didn't forget! But again, he asked - he wanted me to say his name.

Kinky salsero.... is this some sort of fetish?

FAQ

You don't have a boyfriend?

No, I don't. But if I had a penny for every time I heard this, I'd have a million dollars!

This question wouldn't annoy me so much if it wasn't followed with, Why not? Just exactly, how, am I supposed to answer that? Smile and nod wouldn't be sufficient in this case, would it? I swear I have no one hidden, on the side, etc.

One guy I recently spoke with thought I was lying...

*rolling eyes*

Indian, The Conclusion

So, after a couple more chat attempts, the Indian wanted to know what he has to do to get to me.

Sounds like a desperate attempt to me! Have I mentioned that Indian guys are persistent?

With a little help and coaching from a male friend, I tell the Indian that I'd like to be friends, and he agrees.... "Friends first, then more?" PERSISTENT!!!

Friends now and friends later.

Torque

I realize I've taken a long hiatus from this blog, but there was a reason.

I had met someone, who I ended up liking a lot, despite the fact that he smokes (normally a deal breaker of mine), and feared if he found this, that it would be a major turn off. He is a foreigner, and I'll call him Torque because my cousin misread his name that way. :D I saw certain qualities that were very attractive to me. There was a lot we agreed on, and wanted many of the same things... or that was the impression I was under.

Well... It did not last long. A few awesome dates (even if they didn't go as planned), lots of phone calls, great conversation, not to mention the chemistry, ended. Very abruptly. What the heck?

It pisses me off more than anything else. I remember the last time we spoke. Since we don't live near each other, I had asked when were we going to see each other next? That's when he says, "I don't know. I have no time." This is such a pet peeve of mine that I couldn't help but get hostile and tell him that that's a lousy excuse, so don't insult me that way.

So he says we could get together the following weekend. I tell him to call me, but he never did. And I did not want to call.

That was the end of that. It was brief, so at least I didn't get too attached. I have run into him a couple of times since then and we say hello to each other in passing, but it's not the same. It feels awkward. He doesn't dance with me anymore either.

How convenient though... pick someone who lives in a different county when you're in the same social circle. What a wimp.

Indian, Part III

Well, he had a great time. And I don't know how to respond!

He catches me online again and talks about music. You would think it's harmless until it gets strange...

"I like his songs... actually growing up in India we would listen to a lot of his songs... Bryan Adams, Eagles are some who r pretty popular... can I touch u there... touch you deep inside... can I... "

Huh. I'm speechless. It feels like this chat has gone awry! We were talking about George Michael before this, but I'm quite bewildered as I read the above. I know these are song titles, but what's worse, I have no idea if he is posing this as an actual question. And now I'm deeply disturbed!

I don't get it. I haven't done anything to push his buttons, but maybe he's testing mine? It's not working. At all!

Indian, Part II

I had hesitated because I've gone out with an Indian guy before (but that one will have to be another post), and if there are any similarities, it concerns me. They are persistent!

But I'm getting ahead of myself. We met in Pasadena for dinner. A sports bar, because the original place he had in mind was closed on Mondays.

Dinner is just okay. Actually, I thought something caught my eye, but I got distracted easily and so did he, so conversation didn't really quite flow. After eating, he decides to sit on my side of the table. Maybe he wanted to see the football game on television.

As the restaurant closed, we left and I said I'd better get going. I meant it. He didn't want me to go, but really, I wanted to. Why the rush? Oh, come on... that 'something' that caught my eye during dinner? Chapped lips. And how the heck do you discreetly offer Blistex or Chapstick to a guy?? I'm able to tell people if they have spinach in their teeth or lipstick on their face, but this is territory I haven't entered before.

And yes, he was persistent. He didn't want me to go. He really wanted a goodnight kiss, but that wasn't happening.

Some women linger around when they want to smooch. I've been guilty of that myself, but this was not one of those times! With a firm hand I say goodnight and push him away. Gotta go!

Indian, Part I

Bright and early Monday morning at work, as I routinely checked my email, I received a message from someone I met on a hike over the weekend. He said he enjoyed my company and would like to keep in touch.

Having no problem with this, I responded that it would be fine. So, he asks if I have IM, and we exchange information.

Now, this guy isn't from here. He's Indian. Dot, not feather. A bit tall, slender, good looking. He works in IT, so safe to say he's smart!

So we chat a bit, a little of this, a little of that. It's pretty tame and ordinary. He gets excited when he learns I'm Catholic. Then he starts saying how he noticed me first thing when he showed up at the hike, and had wanted to speak with me at the beginning. However, I kept up with the front of the group, and he complained about getting stuck with a slow poke at the end.

Now he begins to ask if I'd like to have dinner with him, and is Saturday good?

Ohhh, dear... I know my calendar is busy this week, and I get nervous as I say I have a family obligation.

So, he says he understands and says, "what about Friday?" Nope, can't. Birthday party to go to.

"How about Thursday?" Sorry, volunteering that evening and meeting with friends afterwards.

So, I guess now this Indian is frustrated that he doesn't want to wait too long to see me, and says, "what about tonight?"

Hesitating slightly, I say sure....