Mix N Mingle!

I am off to a singles event to night...a part of me....a huge part of me almost bailed on it. The weather helped me convinced to go out on the town. I feel like I have enjoyed being alone on weekends... a lot of times I say no to this or that...or maybe I haven't looked for anything to do...I just wanted time to rest...sleep...and maybe some reading or TV time.

I am not sure why I have been more of a hermit...is it the weather? Me being exhausted from working to many hours count? Am I sad? Am I just starting to realize I can enjoy time for me...without looking like a looser cause I am home ALONE on a Friday or Saturday night.

Tonight for this event: "Yes we're doing a Mix N Mingle formerly known as Grab A Date. Non meet up people are always welcome and encouraged only for this event they should be single as well (see above definition of single)! Guys are highly encouraged to join us!" It sounds like around 150 people are going to show...one who I have already dated...Mr Artsy will be there...wonder if he still lives at home?

I have been kind of scared of this...running into someone I have dated...what do I say...how do I react? Its not like him and I had anything emotional or physical like Anchorman or MrBeBe...but we did kiss...and I just am not sure how to react.

The Salesman and I are done...which kind of just stopped by petering out...I called one night and he texted back "Sup" I wrote, "Not much" I was trying to figure out a way to say lets just end this...but he never called or texted again...and neither did I. I guess...we felt the same way...what was the point of continuing something that just wasn't working.

Well, I am off to get ready for tonight...should be interesting!

Mr Artsy is Kaput

Mr. Artsy and I are finished…Kaput. I am not sure what happened really…just no chemistry I guess. He said,

"well I was thinking about that. And I think it would be best if we didn't because I don't feel a real connection, ya know? that is, there not much of a mutal personality volley or compatibility. I really don't want it come come across harsh 'cause you're a nice woman."

…hmm is he gay? LOL just kidding…

It was sad sort of to have him say he wasn’t interested. I am not sure why that makes me sad since I wasn’t so sure on him anyway…he did live at home…didn’t own a car…and his mom still cooks him dinner on a daily basis. So…there were a lot of things pointing to not a great match in the superficial areas…let alone the spark that just wasn’t there.

He was sweet and nice…and we did have some things in common…but overall I was just kind of bored with him…I didn’t laugh the way I want to. I didn’t really think about him and get those butterflies at the sight of him or at the IM that would come across my screen.

SO its ok, and I am ok…I think I am not over Anchorman as dumb as that seems…but I want what we had…but just outside of the bedroom as well as inside. With Anchorman I laugh until my stomach hurts, and I never feel self-conscious when I with him…not really.

SO, at the end of the day Mr. Artsy was more of a friend then anything else. I did say that to him…that I felt more like we were friends…and would like to continue in that respects… and he said, “No, I would rather not.”

Hmmm, I did get sad at that…I got sad at loosing a friend that could have been great…I am sad at the dreams that once again will not happen with him…that’s ok…Ill be ok…cause I just want to find someone who I am attracted to, someone who I can laugh with and at, and most of all will treat me the way I SHOULD be treated.

My Match

Ok any feedback is helpful: this is my profile on Match...still only one real guy that I am in touch with in a Month...and that is Mr Artsy...so help?

I have my own life and career, but I would love for you to come along for the ride. I know I’m not Paris Hilton…but I am me. I am smart, funny and LOVE to laugh. I want someone who can enhance my life without being my life.

I have been doing the career world, letting me live in five states in just over five years…Albany NY, Burlington VT, Charlotte NC, Atlanta Ga and I am now in Boston… hopefully to stay.

I loved Burlington- Lake Champlain took my breath away every morning…even if it was a little cold at times…but made me realize how much I love the mountains and lakes and nature.

Living in the South was interesting…something I never would have thought would be such a culture shock…crossing the big divide. I liked it though…staying at 65 during February was a nice change…but in the summer and sweating in air conditioning kind of sucked. I was a Yankee…and def never understood a true Southern Bell. It takes me 30 minutes to get ready, not two hours.

But, Boston…this had been a favorite. I love walking through the commons...or seeing the city lights at night. It’s a great place to live…I love the people and the sites…the history… and I love seeing and learning something new at every corner.

I want to live life to the fullest and have fun doing it. I’m shy, but can be the loudest one at the party. I can do a shot with the best of them…a beer with great taste…or a strong stiff drink. I am more of a pub girl verses a club girl. I love going to a new restaurant or trying a Phantom Gourmet favorite. I love sushi, Thai, Indian, a great burrito (something I learned from the south).

I love going to the movies…something to loose myself for a few hours…although reading does the same. I don’t mind watching a movie at home...if I have someone to enjoy it with. From Old School to 12 Monkeys to Walk the Line…I can watch any movie once.

I love my friends and family, and I am the most loyal person you will meet, the best friend you will have. Obviously from the statement above, I am a genuine person. I hope to find someone who can appreciate all I have to offer.

Maybe that’s you?

Not sure...

I met up with Mr. Artsy for the third time…he came over to my place and watched the Oscars with a friend and I. It was nice…he followed me into the kitchen when we were going to order pizza and said “come ‘ere” and then hugged and kissed me. It was nice enough, but have I mentioned that he is 6’6” and I am 5’3”…yea that’s over a foot taller…not so easy…

We watched the Oscars and eventually he held my hand again…it was nice…when my friend left he kissed me…we did that for awhile…it was nice…it was fun…until we realized it was 11:33 and he had to still go on the T to go home…so we raced to the T stop…

I still wonder about him…is he in the closet? LOL…I even asked my friend what she thought…

“Oh my god, I can't believe you said that, because I wasn't going to, but I totally thought upon first impressions that he is in the closet!!! Certain things, like the way he walks, talks, mannerisms.... who knows.... that is really funny!!”

So, I just don’t know…I guess only time will tell…he is sweet and nice…I just am not sure yet.

Mr Artsy: 2nd time

I met up with Mr. Artsy tonight…wasn’t even a planned event actually. I was at work…needing a beer and wanting to go to trivia…what a day I had had. All my friends were busy…

So I asked Mr. Artsy to go with me…and he said yes. I picked him up at the Harvard Stop…and got lost on back roads trying to find trivia. We got there...rushed inside...and couldn’t even stand without being pushed by someone or other. It was so crowded…and no seats for 45 min…I needed a beer and now! SO, we decided to give up on trivia and go down the street.

We got to the second bar of the night and went inside…me drinking a black and blue…and him a Sam Adams. We split 1/2-price nachos and talked. Well I talked…he is a nice guy…but doesn’t talk a lot. I am not sure what to say or think about him…the silence is not too comfortable. Will it be once I spend more time with him? I am just not sure…
I just wonder what it is…
What he is thinking…
What I am thinking…
Is he bored?
Am I bored?
So this is what goes on in my head…is it anxiety…is it disinterest? I am just not sure…
He held my hand again…it was interesting…I have never had someone hold my hand at a dinner table before…and honestly I am not sure how I feel about it. I mean it was cute and sweet…but I couldn’t help but look around and wonder what other people thought of the two of us…what did I think of the two of us? What did he think?
The date ended with me driving to the T once again…I was kind of worried he was going to try for a kiss this time…but as luck would have it…the traffic was at a stand still and he was near his stop…so he offered to jump out instead of me pulling up…I took him up on his offer…his saying thanks for inviting me as he jumped out.

Mr Artsy

I was watching Friends, where Chandler is in love with Janice and is freaking out…Rachel and Monica are giving him advice on woman and dating and games. It was funny to watch…especially since I was eating Ben and Jerry’s when Rachel handed Chandler his own pint/ It made me smile, cause I was a little down today…no real reason…just was.

I went on a good date on Friday not. It was a normal…regular speed date. No intense tension…no confusion…no asking for car rides and trying to get me to have sex within hours of meeting for the first time.

He is sweet. We met on Match. We have lots in common…he loves the arts, photo, movies, theater, wine, beer, and lots of the same things as me. Which is nice…

I’m not sure what to call him…maybe Mr. Artsy? He wasn’t what I expected…his picture was different…I thought in my head that he would be a bigger guy. But he was skinny and super tall…says 6’5” on his profile. But, he has glasses—and I do like a guy with glasses. He was cute…but I’m not sure what I feel to be honest. I wasn’t as attracted to him as guys in the past…but maybe I could be.

So we met early for dinner…that he paid for…and then we went to a gallery opening. It was interesting…we were the first to arrive, which meant we met everyone in the place by name and profession. We did get a free glass of wine…good tasty white wine too. We decided to leave as soon as the last drop was gone…heading across the street to the movie theater. We decided on a movie…that I paid for. And went to go get Margarita’s while we waited. We sat at the bar and split a pitcher. IT was fun…although at times I wondered if I talked too much. I couldn’t help myself. I hate that uncomfortable silence that happens when you sit and wait for the next topic of conversation.

We got to the movie and he held my hand. It was actually kind of cute…I wondered if he would when I saw his hand twitching slightly next to me. It was a nice night, ending with a hug at the T station, him going inbound, me going outbound.