Archive for November, 2009

“I am going to call it a date.”

I do not feel like updating the blog, I have not written in a while… But the reason that I want to write today is because tomorrow, I have a date that I am excited about. I say date, but it is really a first meeting. He was the one that wanted to call it a date. I don’t really count it as a date until after we have met each other and want to go out again.

We have not been communicating that long, about three weeks. We emailed and then I gave him my number. We talked a little bit and then the other day I was getting bored so I told him we should met by email. He called yesterday and it was fun. We were both nervous, it was sweet conversation that left me giddy. (I am proud that I am letting myself get happy without getting attached.)

He is fun to talk to on the phone and he seems to have a back story that does not contain drama. We have talked a little about our growing up and so far I was the bad teenager. He was relatively sweet. We are both dorky I can tell you that, but I think that I might be more social. The one thing that he said was that he was a video gamer… And then defended himself by saying it did not control his life, but I am a little nervous that it might be a bigger part of his life than he realizes. But hey, as long as it doesn’t affect me, I don’t care. There is nothing wrong with it.

I am not worried about much, and I think that my mind-set right now is good. I am interested, but if it doesn’t work out, I will move on freely.

We are going to meet on the boardwalk where there are a lot of things to do. I think we might end up riding the roller coaster so I need to wear pants and ok shoes (I would rather wear cuter shoes). I think that I know what I would like to wear, but it all depends on the weather.. I hope its warm with a breeze. That would be great! I also know that the date will be a time limited one. He has to get up for work at 5am. I like a date with a start and an end time it helps me relax. Well thats enough over thinking for one day… On to the real world.

Side note, I told my Mom about it and she was not too happy, First- I met him on the internet. My sister met a guy off the internet and they dated for a while and she could not stand the guy. He had a very different religion. Second- I told her he was Hispanic. I do not think that my mom thinks all white “True Blooded” americans are superior, just that everyone should stick with their kind. I think she would have just as much problem with me dating a northerner to tell the truth. Funny Lady. She is all judge no bite!

And at this angle…

Have you ever had one of those mornings that you feel great and happy. Then it hits you, wham… bam… ah ha… you remember that you are fat! It could be as simple as a picture that was taken from a bad angle or several pictures taken from all different angles and from several different events and several different places, and from several people’s cameras. Then you start to re-look at the pictures that you used to love.

“Oh in this one, it looks like my left eye is way bigger than my right… Great I am fat and have misshapen eyes. And what is that! I actually liked this picture.”

Those are the times in which I want to return home and work on my inner beauty! Ha, actually I just want to go to sleep and pretend that I never saw them.

While I am on the whole picture thing… let me saw that if there is a picture of me with my friends, and any of them do not look better than they actually do in real life, I will not parade that picture around for everyone to see and comment on how lovely “I” look that day. So friends of mine if it is a great picture of you PLEASE CROP ME OUT! Thank you.

And don’t get me started on pictures of you that you hate and then someone with good intentions says “It’s not bad!” Well that makes me feel better. You just confirmed it. My mirror at home is rigged, because I have never looked so horrible in all my life… or so I thought… and now you are telling me that is what I actually look like.

Phew, I feel better!

Oh just one more… Once I had taken some pictures of myself after a day of playing with my make-up, mainly eye shadow, and when my sister saw my lovely model shots… “That looks nothing like you!” Thanks Sis, love you too!