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OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD!!!!
He likes me, he really likes me! We had a great conversation (FOR TWO HOURS) via text last night. Yacob told me he misses me and to come back soon! We're already making plans for future dates and we haven't had our first one yet!
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
On another note . . .
I did have this awesome post to write about marriage and some recent things I've learned about myself and where I want my life to go, but instead I find myself obsessing about my date on Friday. With no concrete plans, except for me to call him when my plane lands, I fear he has changed his mind about the whole situation.
After texting me right after leaving my side at the club, then calling me an hour later, then texting me again on Sunday to make plans, I haven't heard much from him since. I texted him on Monday, but there's been no communication yesterday or today. This makes me a little paranoid and headed back into the territory of "I'm not good enough." Am I reading more into this than there really is?
I've decided to text him again when I get back to the hotel tonight, and if he wants to talk, great. I'm not going to call him first because I'm sure I'll babble like an idiot. Hopefully he doesn't see this as me being clingy and we can make definite plans for Friday.
One bonus (and I'm a terrible person for gloating), is that J is a little bit jealous (or a lot). I got a text yesterday saying, "so I hear you have a date. What's going on?"And this is after the whole new round of drama we've been going through the past month that I have kept off this blog to keep it light. Then today, on IM, he starts asking me all kinds of questions. "So tell me about your date. . .are you excited? . . .What does he look like? . . .Tall, short? . . .Fat, skinny? . . ."
He ends with "I guess I'm happy for you." What the hell, dude? You had your chance. And, an extra dose of gloat because he saw me at the meeting last week, and he's put on noticeable weight. He saw I had lost weight and complimented me; told me today about his plan for losing.
Not buying any of this. Here's hoping this weekend works out. I so don't need more drama in my life!
Update:
So I talked to Yacob, and we are definitely on for Friday!! He texted: "Come back soon" and that he has a cold "but don't worry I b better by Friday!" I told him if I were in town, I would bring him chicken noodle soup and he said that was sweet of me. Uh oh, I'm in trouble . . .
After texting me right after leaving my side at the club, then calling me an hour later, then texting me again on Sunday to make plans, I haven't heard much from him since. I texted him on Monday, but there's been no communication yesterday or today. This makes me a little paranoid and headed back into the territory of "I'm not good enough." Am I reading more into this than there really is?
I've decided to text him again when I get back to the hotel tonight, and if he wants to talk, great. I'm not going to call him first because I'm sure I'll babble like an idiot. Hopefully he doesn't see this as me being clingy and we can make definite plans for Friday.
One bonus (and I'm a terrible person for gloating), is that J is a little bit jealous (or a lot). I got a text yesterday saying, "so I hear you have a date. What's going on?"And this is after the whole new round of drama we've been going through the past month that I have kept off this blog to keep it light. Then today, on IM, he starts asking me all kinds of questions. "So tell me about your date. . .are you excited? . . .What does he look like? . . .Tall, short? . . .Fat, skinny? . . ."
He ends with "I guess I'm happy for you." What the hell, dude? You had your chance. And, an extra dose of gloat because he saw me at the meeting last week, and he's put on noticeable weight. He saw I had lost weight and complimented me; told me today about his plan for losing.
Not buying any of this. Here's hoping this weekend works out. I so don't need more drama in my life!
Update:
So I talked to Yacob, and we are definitely on for Friday!! He texted: "Come back soon" and that he has a cold "but don't worry I b better by Friday!" I told him if I were in town, I would bring him chicken noodle soup and he said that was sweet of me. Uh oh, I'm in trouble . . .
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Windows open in Winter? That's crazy talk!
Two stories today:
Last Tuesday, I was driving to work, and following the proper driving procedures, turn signals, stay in lane, you know. I turned the corner to approach the parking garage on the left. A guy flew around me on the right, cut me off, and pulled into the garage ahead of me.
Of course, I yelled, "Fucker!!"
Both mine and his windows were down as we were preparing to grab a ticket from the feeder. Fortunately, the other driver ignored me, and proceeded into the garage. My passenger, on the other hand, did not. Drew reminded me that I should proceed in traffic as if my windows were always open and maybe not shout things. It's as if he reads this blog!
Last Wednesday, I was walking on Vine street to catch the bus home, and the intersection at 7th is a little dicey. Drivers tend to run red lights, so crossing on the "all clear" is dangerous. One of the cars raced across the street on the red, and stopped in the crosswalk.
I yelled, "Nice stop in the intersection, NUMBNUTS!!"
His windows were fortunately up, since he looked kind of scary. The pedestrian walking next to me did not have windows, so he clearly heard me. It wasn't a complete fail, though, since we struck up a conversation as we continued down Vine for a couple of blocks. Nice guy.
Last Tuesday, I was driving to work, and following the proper driving procedures, turn signals, stay in lane, you know. I turned the corner to approach the parking garage on the left. A guy flew around me on the right, cut me off, and pulled into the garage ahead of me.
Of course, I yelled, "Fucker!!"
Both mine and his windows were down as we were preparing to grab a ticket from the feeder. Fortunately, the other driver ignored me, and proceeded into the garage. My passenger, on the other hand, did not. Drew reminded me that I should proceed in traffic as if my windows were always open and maybe not shout things. It's as if he reads this blog!
Last Wednesday, I was walking on Vine street to catch the bus home, and the intersection at 7th is a little dicey. Drivers tend to run red lights, so crossing on the "all clear" is dangerous. One of the cars raced across the street on the red, and stopped in the crosswalk.
I yelled, "Nice stop in the intersection, NUMBNUTS!!"
His windows were fortunately up, since he looked kind of scary. The pedestrian walking next to me did not have windows, so he clearly heard me. It wasn't a complete fail, though, since we struck up a conversation as we continued down Vine for a couple of blocks. Nice guy.
Friday, February 26, 2010
:P
Witgen, Ann E [8:51 AM]:
look at the little note next to my name on communicator
Smith, Jason T [8:52 AM]:
you're in timeout
Witgen, Ann E [8:52 AM]:
still?
Smith, Jason T [8:52 AM]:
1 week
Witgen, Ann E [8:52 AM]:
ok, fine.
(sulks in corner)
look at the little note next to my name on communicator
Smith, Jason T [8:52 AM]:
you're in timeout
Witgen, Ann E [8:52 AM]:
still?
Smith, Jason T [8:52 AM]:
1 week
Witgen, Ann E [8:52 AM]:
ok, fine.
(sulks in corner)
Friday, February 12, 2010
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Valentine's Day
So, in honor of the sucky weekend to come, I thought I would waste this space on my love life again, or lack thereof.
Wow, that sounded depressing.
In reality, I'm not depressed. I am fully aware that it does not exist, but I'm having such a good time living my life every day that I'm not sad in the least. I have experienced a pang or two in the past week when I realized that Sunday was the holiday. And, yes, I am one of those people that are in the camp who believe it is a manufactured-by-Hallmark holiday. But still, when I have several couples solicit my advice for what they should do this weekend, I get a little frustrated that I don't have any plans myself.
Instead, I seem to collect crushes. I have a lot of male friends, even more so than female friends. I prefer the company of guys for the most part. There are several that are single and that I would not mind if they asked me out. Hence the tiny crushes. I figure, if I enjoy their company now, wouldn't it be even more so if the next step was taken?
I realize I have created a vicious cycle in this. I prefer hanging out with guys more than girls, so I hang out. They in turn see me as one of the guys, and keep me firmly in the friend zone. Then, when it comes time for any of them to date, not only do they not see me, but they ask me for advice or to act as "wingman!"
To close, I send a silent prayer out to the interwebs- send me a man!!
Not really, but I wouldn't mind if one of my friends set me up. I'm sure if had something/someone else to focus my energies on, I would be able to eliminate the tiny flutters I experience.
Wow, that sounded depressing.
In reality, I'm not depressed. I am fully aware that it does not exist, but I'm having such a good time living my life every day that I'm not sad in the least. I have experienced a pang or two in the past week when I realized that Sunday was the holiday. And, yes, I am one of those people that are in the camp who believe it is a manufactured-by-Hallmark holiday. But still, when I have several couples solicit my advice for what they should do this weekend, I get a little frustrated that I don't have any plans myself.
Instead, I seem to collect crushes. I have a lot of male friends, even more so than female friends. I prefer the company of guys for the most part. There are several that are single and that I would not mind if they asked me out. Hence the tiny crushes. I figure, if I enjoy their company now, wouldn't it be even more so if the next step was taken?
I realize I have created a vicious cycle in this. I prefer hanging out with guys more than girls, so I hang out. They in turn see me as one of the guys, and keep me firmly in the friend zone. Then, when it comes time for any of them to date, not only do they not see me, but they ask me for advice or to act as "wingman!"
To close, I send a silent prayer out to the interwebs- send me a man!!
Not really, but I wouldn't mind if one of my friends set me up. I'm sure if had something/someone else to focus my energies on, I would be able to eliminate the tiny flutters I experience.
Thursday, January 14, 2010
New
New year, new job, new goal.
I'm training for a 5K seriously this time. Currently I run a 12 minute mile, and I hope to bring that down to about 10 minutes. Not happening for awhile, since the last run just about killed me. I get a training workout/schedule tonight at the gym, so tomorrow I may be crying.
"We're going to work your legs so hard that they detach from your body and run away screaming." Karyn, my sadistic trainer. Should be fun, but in the end, I'll be able to say I did it, even if I never run another one again.
I blame Drew (marathon!) and Karen (10K) for being super motivated runners that put me to shame.
I'm training for a 5K seriously this time. Currently I run a 12 minute mile, and I hope to bring that down to about 10 minutes. Not happening for awhile, since the last run just about killed me. I get a training workout/schedule tonight at the gym, so tomorrow I may be crying.
"We're going to work your legs so hard that they detach from your body and run away screaming." Karyn, my sadistic trainer. Should be fun, but in the end, I'll be able to say I did it, even if I never run another one again.
I blame Drew (marathon!) and Karen (10K) for being super motivated runners that put me to shame.
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