The semester ended last Friday and today grades were finally posted. Here are my results:
English 2 (Writing Non-fiction) - A
Humanities 15th-20th century - A
Microbiology - B
General Psychology - A
Intro to Sociology - A
I could have gotten an A in Micro but I was so burned out I really didn't try that hard. I'll just be happy with my B right now. The above grades bring my GPA to a 3.26, which is discouraging but I'm trying to keep in mind that I have been working my way up from a very low GPA due to two bad semesters a very long time ago.
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Weirdness
There's a guy from Pakistan that I've chatted with a few times. We spoke on the phone once for just a few minutes. He's seemed kind of shady, so I was not taking him seriously (romantically, anyway). Last night we were chatting and he keeps turning the conversation sexual. I told him twice I don't want to talk about that, so after the third time, I started ignoring him. He called twice late last night, and once this morning, and I didn't pick up. Then, he sends me a text saying he's already married with three kids, but wants to come and live in America with me (lucky me!) and his first wife and kids will live in Pakistan! Yeah, right. I've been trying to figure out how to block his number on my cell but to no avail.
I'm starting to feel some twinges of weirdness with Swedish guy. Nothing concrete yet. Up until now, every morning he will send me a "good morning" text. For the last two days, nothing. We have talked on the phone at other times, but it still feels a little weird. Maybe nothing, or maybe this is the beginning of the end. I hope I will figure it out one way or the other before too long, as I need to make travel plans soon.
New York guy and I are still good. We talked last night for a little while, this time the topic was multiple wives. That was an interesting conversation. There has been sexual tension between us for a while now, and he is concerned that when we meet, we might act on that.
In other news, it is three days before Christmas and I have not done much gift shopping. I always feel like I have to give the "perfect gift" but I know in reality that's not what it's about. The weather is cold, especially inside my house since I don't have a working heater at the moment. My cat, Kyle, is dying I think. I really need to take him to the vet to be euthanized, but I can't quite bring myself to do it.
I'm starting to feel some twinges of weirdness with Swedish guy. Nothing concrete yet. Up until now, every morning he will send me a "good morning" text. For the last two days, nothing. We have talked on the phone at other times, but it still feels a little weird. Maybe nothing, or maybe this is the beginning of the end. I hope I will figure it out one way or the other before too long, as I need to make travel plans soon.
New York guy and I are still good. We talked last night for a little while, this time the topic was multiple wives. That was an interesting conversation. There has been sexual tension between us for a while now, and he is concerned that when we meet, we might act on that.
In other news, it is three days before Christmas and I have not done much gift shopping. I always feel like I have to give the "perfect gift" but I know in reality that's not what it's about. The weather is cold, especially inside my house since I don't have a working heater at the moment. My cat, Kyle, is dying I think. I really need to take him to the vet to be euthanized, but I can't quite bring myself to do it.
Monday, December 21, 2009
The Veterans
Yesterday (Sunday) was another party at the Veterans' Hospital out in Lake City. For their holiday party they played bingo and got little gifts and cookies and things. After every bingo they would yell out, "One more time!" and the announcer would call another game. I was the Cookie Girl, and walked around with my box of cookies and gave one bag to each veteran. The guys are so sweet, they say thank you, and Merry Christmas, and you can just tell they are so appreciative.
There is a man there (from one of the VFW posts, not a patient) with a shirt that says "Big Don". He is quite tall (guess that's where they get the "big" part) and quiet but seems nice. Yesterday he wore a funny Christmas tie with his polo shirt (yes, he looked like a dork but it was on purpose, so it's OK) and that was cute. He's a little older though, and I have no idea if he's married, so I guess I probably shouldn't flirt with him.
At the end of the party, the veterans start going back to their rooms and there's one man who was kind of stuck behind a table so he gave it a shove and I looked over at him and this was our conversation:
Me: "So they stuck you back behind a table, huh?"
Veteran: "Yeah they did. It's really good to see you here."
Me: "Oh, thank you, sir. It's good to see you too."
Veteran: "You are beautiful, sweetheart."
Me: (blushing) "Oh, thank you, sir."
Veteran: "How about a date?"
Me: (laughing) "Sure, when are you free?"
Veteran: "Friday night."
Me: "OK, so you'll pick me up Friday night?"
Veteran: "Sure will." (as he strolls out with his walker. He's about 85 after all.)
So that gave me a great tickle, and I think it did for him too. There was another veteran that I pushed back to his room and we were joking a little bit about how we both get easily confused. He was just clutching his teddy bear and it touched my heart. These guys gave so much for our country, life, limb, their mind sometimes, and there's no way to ever really repay them.
On the way home, I was stopped at a light next to a beggar, a man in a wheelchair with a missing foot. I had stopped for lunch for myself and had a hamburger untouched, so I went ahead and gave it to him. I know a lot of the people who beg on the side of the road are fraudulent, but how could I see this man and not give him something? I heard something a long time ago that God knows of your kindness, even if it goes to the wrong person, and sometimes that kindness may change that wrong person for the better, so it's better to give... something like that. Anyway, I need to be better about doing things like that, so I guess that the burger will be my start.
A very humbling weekend, to be sure. It's probably a fitting way to start Christmas week.
There is a man there (from one of the VFW posts, not a patient) with a shirt that says "Big Don". He is quite tall (guess that's where they get the "big" part) and quiet but seems nice. Yesterday he wore a funny Christmas tie with his polo shirt (yes, he looked like a dork but it was on purpose, so it's OK) and that was cute. He's a little older though, and I have no idea if he's married, so I guess I probably shouldn't flirt with him.
At the end of the party, the veterans start going back to their rooms and there's one man who was kind of stuck behind a table so he gave it a shove and I looked over at him and this was our conversation:
Me: "So they stuck you back behind a table, huh?"
Veteran: "Yeah they did. It's really good to see you here."
Me: "Oh, thank you, sir. It's good to see you too."
Veteran: "You are beautiful, sweetheart."
Me: (blushing) "Oh, thank you, sir."
Veteran: "How about a date?"
Me: (laughing) "Sure, when are you free?"
Veteran: "Friday night."
Me: "OK, so you'll pick me up Friday night?"
Veteran: "Sure will." (as he strolls out with his walker. He's about 85 after all.)
So that gave me a great tickle, and I think it did for him too. There was another veteran that I pushed back to his room and we were joking a little bit about how we both get easily confused. He was just clutching his teddy bear and it touched my heart. These guys gave so much for our country, life, limb, their mind sometimes, and there's no way to ever really repay them.
On the way home, I was stopped at a light next to a beggar, a man in a wheelchair with a missing foot. I had stopped for lunch for myself and had a hamburger untouched, so I went ahead and gave it to him. I know a lot of the people who beg on the side of the road are fraudulent, but how could I see this man and not give him something? I heard something a long time ago that God knows of your kindness, even if it goes to the wrong person, and sometimes that kindness may change that wrong person for the better, so it's better to give... something like that. Anyway, I need to be better about doing things like that, so I guess that the burger will be my start.
A very humbling weekend, to be sure. It's probably a fitting way to start Christmas week.
He called me "honey"
It's probably time for a dating update, right?
Let's see... none of the guys that I last mentioned are still in the picture. Some I got rid of, some got rid of me, but that's OK. Now there's three main guys:
The Nurse
F is a nurse that lives and works about an hour and a half south of my city. He is a super nice guy, very handsome, smart, sexy voice, not married and no kids (just what I'm looking for). We talk about twice a week, mainly about his work, and there's just no spark. Not on my end, and I don't feel it coming from him either. He's made no move to ask me out, although to be fair I have been really busy with school and he knows it. Even if he did ask, I'm not sure that I would want to. I'm just not feeling "it" with him. I feel bad about it though, since he seems perfect. How do I tell the perfect guy that he's not it for me?
The Swede
S is another sweetie, this time from Sweden. He's crazy about me, and I really like him too. He has some sort of car business (buying cars from other countries and selling them in Sweden?) and is a former boxing champion of some kind. He's a little shorter than I would like, although two inches taller than me, and built slim (probably not an ounce of fat on him), which makes me feel like I'll look like some huge ogre in comparison. He likes bigger women though, which is good for me I guess. We talk on the phone at least one to two times a day, plus instant message chatting, plus texting, plus the occasional email. He says he thinks I am so sweet, so nice, so classy, etc., which is nice to hear. He offered to buy my plane ticket if I want to come visit. Normally I would say no, I'm not traveling for a man again, but there's some issue with a visa? I know that sometimes people from other countries have a harder time visiting the US than we do visiting their countries, but could this be a red flag? Maybe, but I think I'll go anyway (we only live once, who knows when or if I will have a chance to go to Sweden again?) I'll be safe and smart, so I think it will be OK.
The New Yorker
O and I began our friendship on a dating site, but it was after we realized that we would not be a good match because of religious differences. We both really liked each others' profiles and we emailed back and forth just as friends. He gave me his personal email, and we've been emailing and talking on the phone about every other day. We have really great, deep, interesting conversations, on topics like our families, philosophy, religion, the world in general. It's really fun. There is something about this man that keeps drawing me closer to him. His voice is amazing, so deep and rumbling, sexy accent (he's Egyptian), and he's so smart and thoughtful. He's got this gentle personality but he's still so strong and masculine... the other day we were talking about the differences between men and women, and he was telling me something about how men were hard and women were soft, beautiful creatures... I almost jumped through the phone to him. Remembering our conversation makes my heart race and me breathe a little faster. His voice, his words, were like the most decadent buttercream cake icing you've ever tasted, so rich and sweet, like you've died and gone to heaven... He calls me honey and it's the sexiest "honey" you've ever heard (hence, the title of this post.) Wow. One tiny "bad" thing. We are very honest and open with each other, and he asked me about my weight, why I wasn't working to lose it. I think he's a bit of a "DGI" (don't get it) when it comes to people being heavy, as he said I just need to do better, that it's for my health (I agree totally on that point), but that's my only complaint about him. He is so tall and handsome, so smart, sexy... the religion might not be an issue for much longer the way things are going (at least on my end). I may be meeting him in a few weeks, so I guess we'll see if we get on in person as well as we do on the phone.
So that's the summary of my latest dating adventures!
Let's see... none of the guys that I last mentioned are still in the picture. Some I got rid of, some got rid of me, but that's OK. Now there's three main guys:
The Nurse
F is a nurse that lives and works about an hour and a half south of my city. He is a super nice guy, very handsome, smart, sexy voice, not married and no kids (just what I'm looking for). We talk about twice a week, mainly about his work, and there's just no spark. Not on my end, and I don't feel it coming from him either. He's made no move to ask me out, although to be fair I have been really busy with school and he knows it. Even if he did ask, I'm not sure that I would want to. I'm just not feeling "it" with him. I feel bad about it though, since he seems perfect. How do I tell the perfect guy that he's not it for me?
The Swede
S is another sweetie, this time from Sweden. He's crazy about me, and I really like him too. He has some sort of car business (buying cars from other countries and selling them in Sweden?) and is a former boxing champion of some kind. He's a little shorter than I would like, although two inches taller than me, and built slim (probably not an ounce of fat on him), which makes me feel like I'll look like some huge ogre in comparison. He likes bigger women though, which is good for me I guess. We talk on the phone at least one to two times a day, plus instant message chatting, plus texting, plus the occasional email. He says he thinks I am so sweet, so nice, so classy, etc., which is nice to hear. He offered to buy my plane ticket if I want to come visit. Normally I would say no, I'm not traveling for a man again, but there's some issue with a visa? I know that sometimes people from other countries have a harder time visiting the US than we do visiting their countries, but could this be a red flag? Maybe, but I think I'll go anyway (we only live once, who knows when or if I will have a chance to go to Sweden again?) I'll be safe and smart, so I think it will be OK.
The New Yorker
O and I began our friendship on a dating site, but it was after we realized that we would not be a good match because of religious differences. We both really liked each others' profiles and we emailed back and forth just as friends. He gave me his personal email, and we've been emailing and talking on the phone about every other day. We have really great, deep, interesting conversations, on topics like our families, philosophy, religion, the world in general. It's really fun. There is something about this man that keeps drawing me closer to him. His voice is amazing, so deep and rumbling, sexy accent (he's Egyptian), and he's so smart and thoughtful. He's got this gentle personality but he's still so strong and masculine... the other day we were talking about the differences between men and women, and he was telling me something about how men were hard and women were soft, beautiful creatures... I almost jumped through the phone to him. Remembering our conversation makes my heart race and me breathe a little faster. His voice, his words, were like the most decadent buttercream cake icing you've ever tasted, so rich and sweet, like you've died and gone to heaven... He calls me honey and it's the sexiest "honey" you've ever heard (hence, the title of this post.) Wow. One tiny "bad" thing. We are very honest and open with each other, and he asked me about my weight, why I wasn't working to lose it. I think he's a bit of a "DGI" (don't get it) when it comes to people being heavy, as he said I just need to do better, that it's for my health (I agree totally on that point), but that's my only complaint about him. He is so tall and handsome, so smart, sexy... the religion might not be an issue for much longer the way things are going (at least on my end). I may be meeting him in a few weeks, so I guess we'll see if we get on in person as well as we do on the phone.
So that's the summary of my latest dating adventures!
He still calls me "baby"
It's been two months now, since E and I broke up. I've been very good, I haven't called, texted, or emailed. I have been firm in my resolve to not give in. After all, what's the point? It's not like he's changed his mind about the dogs.
I was downloading some pictures from my camera when I saw some of his house in my town (the one we cleaned out for the new tenants). He had taken the pictures on my camera as his was lost. I thought I would be nice and email them in case he had any problems with the tenants. I kept the email very short and to-the-point: Here's the pictures. I didn't ask how he was, no chit-chat or anything. Well, he writes back, "oh thank you baby" baby this, baby that, blah blah. Then a few days later sends me his pictures of our trip to the mountains. More baby baby. It pissed me off that he calls me that. I did not respond to either baby-baby emails, and I'm not going to. I can't go there. It still hurts.
Last night he sent a Christmas e-card. It was a stupid little cartoon video of a teddy bear watering a flower pot and out pops a little Christmas tree. The message in the e-card was something to the effect of hoping I had the "best Christmas ever" and a happy new year. Hey E, bite me! How the hell am I supposed to be having the best Christmas ever? Two months ago I was fairly secure in a relationship that I thought would be continuing with marriage and children. We'd certainly been together long enough, shared enough experiences (good and bad) together. Now I'm single again, have to start the "give it time" stopwatch over again, have to start building a relationship again... yuck. Fuck you, E, and your best Christmas ever.
The sad thing is, while I am mad at him, and pissed that he even has the nerve to send something like that, I kind of like it too. It's that sick game he and I play, the back-and-forth bullshit. I would love to see him come crawling back, although I know that will never happen. At this point, even if he did, I don't think I would want him back, although as a friend pointed out last night, that's because I'm talking to someone new. When I am completely without prospects, I get feeling kind of desperate. Sigh... not a great part of my personality, but if I can't be honest in my own blog, where can I be?
Last year this time I was trying to decide what to buy E for Christmas. I did not spend much time with my family because I was with him, and he "doesn't like crowds". I thought to myself, we need a "Our First Christmas" ornament, because surely, we'll be together many years and it will be nice to have a keepsake. Well, I guess we needed a "First and Last" ornament because we won't be sharing any more holidays.
It's probably for the best, but it still hurts.
I was downloading some pictures from my camera when I saw some of his house in my town (the one we cleaned out for the new tenants). He had taken the pictures on my camera as his was lost. I thought I would be nice and email them in case he had any problems with the tenants. I kept the email very short and to-the-point: Here's the pictures. I didn't ask how he was, no chit-chat or anything. Well, he writes back, "oh thank you baby" baby this, baby that, blah blah. Then a few days later sends me his pictures of our trip to the mountains. More baby baby. It pissed me off that he calls me that. I did not respond to either baby-baby emails, and I'm not going to. I can't go there. It still hurts.
Last night he sent a Christmas e-card. It was a stupid little cartoon video of a teddy bear watering a flower pot and out pops a little Christmas tree. The message in the e-card was something to the effect of hoping I had the "best Christmas ever" and a happy new year. Hey E, bite me! How the hell am I supposed to be having the best Christmas ever? Two months ago I was fairly secure in a relationship that I thought would be continuing with marriage and children. We'd certainly been together long enough, shared enough experiences (good and bad) together. Now I'm single again, have to start the "give it time" stopwatch over again, have to start building a relationship again... yuck. Fuck you, E, and your best Christmas ever.
The sad thing is, while I am mad at him, and pissed that he even has the nerve to send something like that, I kind of like it too. It's that sick game he and I play, the back-and-forth bullshit. I would love to see him come crawling back, although I know that will never happen. At this point, even if he did, I don't think I would want him back, although as a friend pointed out last night, that's because I'm talking to someone new. When I am completely without prospects, I get feeling kind of desperate. Sigh... not a great part of my personality, but if I can't be honest in my own blog, where can I be?
Last year this time I was trying to decide what to buy E for Christmas. I did not spend much time with my family because I was with him, and he "doesn't like crowds". I thought to myself, we need a "Our First Christmas" ornament, because surely, we'll be together many years and it will be nice to have a keepsake. Well, I guess we needed a "First and Last" ornament because we won't be sharing any more holidays.
It's probably for the best, but it still hurts.
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