This weekend was marked with excessive travel through areas the engulf you with manure aroma. I went to Sacramento because much of my massive clan was gathering there. It is amazing to me how just seeing my family, even if we only sat on the couch, talked and watched college basketball, can recharge me. Being in a room surrounded by people I love and who love me, makes me realize how amazingly lucky I am.
After spending the day in Sac, I headed down the 5 towards Livermore for the mini high school reunion. Once my friend Brig and I found parking, and got a little lost, we finally found the Blue bar. As we approach, I see my pseudo big brother at the front and the night is on. Most of the people there knew my brother more than me, so I had to repeatedly say..."I'm Alex's little sister"..to which they instantly connect, or feign recognition. Either way, there were several people who I was happy to see and we hit the dance floor with some killer dance moves. This bar was so classy that it had a pole on a platform at the corner of the dance floor. Livermore, I have no words.
I tried to match up several people while I was there. For some reason, on these nights out I have a drive to play cupid. My success rate is yet to be determined, but I like having a purpose. Of course the guy from Missouri was the one to ask for my number, since I have some sort of midwest guy magnet. Indiana, Michigan, Kansas...now Missouri? Other than that there is no new guy news to report. I oscillate between thinking I want a "real relationship" and thinking I don't want to be tied down. The problem seems to be too much THINKING!
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Monday, March 15, 2010
Rack Attack
Noele finally succumbed to the draw of the Rack. She had vowed never to go, but while visiting from Virginia, she broke that vow...and brought her camera. Yikes.
The night started with an Orange tic tac, where we dropped a shot of Absolut Mandarin into a quarter glass of Red Bull and chugged. The rest of the night alternated between dancing, being accosted by Israeli guys on the dance floor, beating up Noele's bf Phil, and posing for pictures while throwing gang signs because I am that badass. Of course I had my partner in crime Carri with me, because it isn't a trip to the Rack without her.
It was nice to be there just to have fun without the underlying agenda of meeting someone. The pressure was off. In fact, this was the first time the old guy, Vinnie Viagra, actually danced with us. Now I am truly a member of the club.
So the t-shirt guy is still in the picture. We actually hung out the weekend before, and he was cuter than I remembered. We had great chemistry and I still had the flutters, which is so exciting. But...I have learned that you can't jump the gun on these things. It is getting easier to realize that even if I really like a guy, keeping emotionally distant from the situation helps me keep things in perspective. I couldn't have done that a year ago. We will see...
I'm not dating anyone else right now. I stopped dating the guy who worked at the Oracle gym. Cowardly, I sent him a letter basically saying it wasn't going to work out. He was a nice guy, but just not for me.
Part of me is really enjoying being single..the freedom is unmatched. But there are times, when it would be nice to have someone lying next to me at night. The sense that silently you know there are arms ready to wrap around you, just because you are you. And that in that moment, all is right with the world.
The night started with an Orange tic tac, where we dropped a shot of Absolut Mandarin into a quarter glass of Red Bull and chugged. The rest of the night alternated between dancing, being accosted by Israeli guys on the dance floor, beating up Noele's bf Phil, and posing for pictures while throwing gang signs because I am that badass. Of course I had my partner in crime Carri with me, because it isn't a trip to the Rack without her.
It was nice to be there just to have fun without the underlying agenda of meeting someone. The pressure was off. In fact, this was the first time the old guy, Vinnie Viagra, actually danced with us. Now I am truly a member of the club.
So the t-shirt guy is still in the picture. We actually hung out the weekend before, and he was cuter than I remembered. We had great chemistry and I still had the flutters, which is so exciting. But...I have learned that you can't jump the gun on these things. It is getting easier to realize that even if I really like a guy, keeping emotionally distant from the situation helps me keep things in perspective. I couldn't have done that a year ago. We will see...
I'm not dating anyone else right now. I stopped dating the guy who worked at the Oracle gym. Cowardly, I sent him a letter basically saying it wasn't going to work out. He was a nice guy, but just not for me.
Part of me is really enjoying being single..the freedom is unmatched. But there are times, when it would be nice to have someone lying next to me at night. The sense that silently you know there are arms ready to wrap around you, just because you are you. And that in that moment, all is right with the world.
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