Pet Peeve #347

I went to the gym late last night 'cause I loath going there when it's crowded right after work. I climbed onto the elliptical machine and prepared to sweat my little booty (haha, "little" my ass!) off. There were about 20 machines all lined up in a row. A lady was at the very end, so I chose to go to the opposite end. The thing with me is, I hate sweating and breathing heavily next to people at the gym. Especially people I don't know. 

So I'm about 10 minutes into my exercise, rocking out to Fergie and some other random rappers, when low and behold, this 40 year old tool gets on the machine RIGHT NEXT TO ME!!! I looked past him to see if all of a sudden all the machines were taken. They weren't. It was still just me and that lady down at the other end. There were about 17-18 other machines available and he chooses that one?! Why?!!!!! So freaking annoying. I was glaring at him out of the corner of my eye the entire time.

People, just remember: think about your gym neighbors. It's hard, but sometimes we just want to sweat in peace. 

Thank you.

Kisses

As I was writing my previous post, I was thinking about how much I want to kiss an Italian guy. I think my make-out experience has been quite culturally diverse. Let's see: American, Australian, Mexican, Columbian, Irish, Russian, Ukrainian, Dutch, and Swedish/Norwegian (it was dark, loud, he had blond hair and an accent, and I was waaaaaay too drunk. It's one of those two). How is it possible that Italian isn't even on that list?!!! Seriously, my friends all rave about Italian guys. They're apparently very sensual and are great kissers. 

So...I think it's high time that I add an Italian to my make-out list. So, how do I go about seducing one? Will my usual tactics work on them like they work on the American guys? (i.e.- making playful drunk eyes at them and, the oldie but goodie,  wearing a shirt with lots of cleavage. It's my favorite accessory). Hmmmm...ladies, any thoughts on how to improve Curlygirl's chances with the Eye-talians? Are there any Italian men out there that can help? I really want to come back with some fun stories for you guys. I've already conquered the Emerald Isle, it's now onto The Boot!

I'm officially old and boring

This weekend, I realized how much I value sleep over spending tons of money at a packed bar for alcohol and flirting with drunk 22 year olds that will just forget my name a minute after they meet me. Oh my gosh....I'm getting old AND bitter!!! What a winning combination! Seriously, how has no one snatched me up yet when I have such a sparkling attitude about everything?

I did budget my money this weekend, so I can see how much money I'm willing to spend on Italy and Ireland. I'm leaving in 8 days. New Year's in Rome...(sigh)...I'm so happy I'll be spending New Year's outside the country. Anyways, after I pay my tuition tomorrow, I think I'm really gonna have to bat my eyes at my parents and grandparents in hopes they will give me nothing but moola for Christmas. Fingers crossed here.

What's everyone else's New Year's plans looking like?

A Letter

Oh how I love thee Pomegranate Margaritas. The first sip was hard to get down considering you basically consisted of straight tequila, but you made me feel so good an hour later. And an hour after that. In fact, you made me feel so good the entire night, I did somethings I wouldn't have done otherwise. This includes:

-drinking not one, but two huge glasses of your fine self and then half a bottle of wine

-hinting to HS Princess that she might want to start thinking about dumping that "boyfriend" of hers... especially considering she hasn't been getting any for about 2 months

-being an adult and trying to fake an interest in the Flirt's love life

-texting Verizon dirty messages and naughty images

Thank you pomegranate margaritas, thank you. I now sit here at my desk wishing it was 5pm instead of 9:21am. What a long day this will be. Can't wait to see you on Saturday though...

Of Course

Stressful is the only way to describe work last Friday. Too much drama, not enough appreciation for me. Ugh. I don't want to talk about it. I just wanted to unwind.

The Cheerleader invited me to happy hour with her co-workers. I wasn't sure I should be around people considering my mood, but I thought, "Hey, why not? Drinking will be involved."

As I was driving down the main street to get in the downtown area, I stopped at a stop light. I look to my left at the bar where I met the Aussie the first time, and low and behold, guess who was outside laughing and having a smoke with his friends? Yeah, that's right the Aussie. The guy that was supposed to be on the other side of the planet. He didn't leave?! He's still here on MY TURFF?! Did he lie to me about moving back to Australia?

I glared at him through the window. Then the light turned green. I sped off, anxious for a drink (or 5).

Jerk.

Ick

Did anyone else see that kiss between McDreamy and Nurse Rose last night? I wouldn't mind the pairing if they were somewhat hot and passionate together. But that kiss looked like it could be between a brother and a sister. It was awkward and it looked like it was forced to last that long. I keep watching the show in hopes that it'll get better, but it seems to disappoint me, week after week.

Curse Facebook

Punk Rock Girl turned me onto Myspace. She was already signed up for Friendster, but Myspace was going to be the new "hot" thing. 

It took me awhile to get into it, but now I'm hooked. In fact, because my job bores me so much, I spend more time on Myspace than actually "working." Sad, but true.

Anyways, while I was still working at my university, my work study student said I should sign up for Facebook. I did, but I couldn't really get into it. I just didn't see what the appeal was and that stupid list of things that people write on other people's page always bothered me. It was voyeurism to the extreme. Thus, trouble.

A little bit of backstory. The Aussie and I broke up after a year of dating back in March. He dumped me over the phone saying that he wasn't ready for that serious of a relationship. Nice, huh?

Anyways, we hadn't talked since. His best friend from Australia called me a couple of times trying to setup an international booty call, but I wasn't having it. What a sleezeball.

The Australian Sleezeball friend requested me about two months ago on Facebook. Since I really never go on there, I just pressed accept and was done with it. Mistake #1.

A month after that, the Australian Sleezeball emailed me asking me how I was, that I looked gorgeous and he wants to ravish my body, and did I hear that the Aussie was moving back home? 

Hold up...what?!

The Aussie's birthday was a week away and I had been debating about emailing him to wish him a Happy Birthday. I had been over him a long time, but part of me always wishes that he would wake up one day, realize I was the best thing that ever happened to him, and come crawling back to me, where my response would be, "Are you kidding me?! Hell no!" I think everyone just wants to be wanted. So, I thought maybe a Happy Birthday email would be hurry things along to that realization.

Curlygirl: Hey Aussie, I just wanted to wish you a Happy Birthday. Hope life is treating you well!

P.S.- I hear you might be moving back to Australia?

The Aussie: Hi Curlygirl! Thanks for the birthday wishes. I was actually thinking about emailing you, but I wasn't sure if I should. I'm really glad you emailed me. Yes, it's true. I am moving back at the end of the month. I just decide that's where I want to settle down and be closer to my family and friends. How have you been?

Mistake #2 was writing him back.

Curlygirl: I've been really good. I'm getting ready to apply for grad school (wish me luck) and I'm still working at the Company. I'm also heading to Italy and Ireland after Christmas. Well, that's great to hear you're moving back. I'm sure your family and friends can't wait to have you home. How was your birthday?

The Aussie: Good luck with grad school. I decided to rent a bus to take 25 friends and I around to all the bars. It was such a great time! You should have been there, you would have loved it!

Yeah, I'm pretty happy about my decision. This was the best time to go back, but I will be coming back and forth for work a couple times a year. (blah, blah, blah).

Needless to say, I did not want to speak to him after that. Um..."I should have come?! You should have been there?!" Well, you didn't invite me jerkoff! (Note: not like I would have gone. I hate his friends and would rather walk on broken glass than to have to spend a couple hours on a booze bus with 25 alcoholics. Is anyone else surprised that this relationship was doomed? :-)

A couple of weeks later, he friend requested me on Facebook. I was hesitant, but my own morbid curiosity got the better of me and I accepted (Mistake #3). On his page, he had his arm wrapped around a girl with a horse face. I thought they were either friends or he was dating her. It didn't matter much to me either way. Maybe this time around we could both be adults and perhaps start a friendship. That thinking lasted 24 hours.

The next day, I signed onto Facebook (a record!). Low and behold, that stupid scroll thing got me in the end. The Aussie put down he was engaged! To Horseface Girl!!!! Underneath the picture of the two of them, he wrote, "Meet the lucky lady." Lucky my ass! Ran Horseface Girl, Run!!

My mouth dropped open as I was reading that. He breaks up with me only a couple months ago, citing that he's not ready for a commitment and he gets engaged right after me?! Wow, I feel just like Sally from When Harry Met Sally. You know, where she starts crying because the guy she was with for 6 YEARS up and marries his rebound relationship? Plus, she has curly hair.

I didn't cry. I wasn't sad. I was just angry! Jerk! I quickly deleted him and the Australian Sleezeball from Facebook and deleted all the emails that the Aussie ever sent me. I was holding onto them, because I liked looking back and seeing there was a time when a guy was truly infatuated with me. Now, I just consider that whole relationship a waste of time.

So, we have learned that: 

1) Facebook gives nothing but bad news

2) Americans and Australians shouldn't have relationships nor can ever be friends (this is just in my case)

3) Meg Ryan and I rock the curly hair look

I'm not one of them

I talked to Punk Rock Girl for a bit last night. I knew the dreaded question was coming:

"So, any new guys in your life?" (Also known as, "How's your guy situation?" or "Have you met anyone lately?")

(Sigh).

I hate this question. I also hate the fact that I'm getting older and this question pops up more and more frequently. I'm not about to settle down with any guy that's at least sort of nice to me (like HS Princess). I always felt like I was a little bit different from my friends, because I was never one to always have a boyfriend or be interested in a boy all the time. Am I weird that I just don't feel the need to settle? I don't mind being by myself. I like myself way better than the majority of guys I meet anyways. Sometimes I feel the need to date a lot just so my attached friends are amused and can give me "advice." Is this what I have to look forward to now that I'm older? 

Blah.

Italy is gonna love me

I just bought the cutest wrap yesterday. This is what happens when I shop with my mother:

"But mom, I don't need it."

"You should definitely have [insert clothing or shoe type]. It's practical."

"Seriously mother, it's too much money."

"Curly girl, you look so skinny in it."

(Curlygirl makes a mad dash to the cash register).

Every. Single. Time. I'm not kidding. Somehow, even shoes make me look skinny. I know I don't need that much persuading when it comes to shopping, but shouldn't she be a mother and remind me that I have a ton of bills that still need to be paid? No, and that's why I love her. This is why she's my favorite shopping partner. This is also why I don't shop with my dad.

Here's a picture of my fabulous wrap that will be going with me to Italy and Ireland. The saleswoman showed me how to wear it a million different ways. It's a good investment (this is what I have to tell myself).

Mmmmmm...Sundays

Going to see JT tonight. Glad he's not irritated with me. I hate losing a cuddle buddy. Apparently football is on the agenda, but I doubt that's all it's going to be.

I'm a sucker for the awesome extras

My friends can pick my type of guy after a minute of scanning the bar. Essentials: tall, dark hair, nice smile, beefy looking, like a baseball or football player. Awesome extras: glasses and an accent.

My most recent ex-boyfriend had all the essentials, plus the accent. Needless to say, I cringe now whenever I hear the Australian accent. More on him later.

The previous ex before him had the essentials plus one awesome extra: the glasses. Oh man, was he cute. The night I met him, he was on his phone in the parking lot, wearing a dark blue jacket and wearing those thick Emo glasses. He looked like the Verizon guy, except way hotter. Trust me, he's way better looking.

He was talking on the phone and my friends and I were making fun on him, since it seemed like he was having an intense conversation. Our eyes met and I gave him my signature coy smile, then looked away.

He approached me later on that night and introduced himself as the manager of the restaurant. Swoon! As a newly 21 year old, it doesn't get any better than a hot guy that has the power to give you free drinks at the hottest Taco Tuesdays bar in town.

We flirted for a bit and then he walked away.

"Give him your number," Punk Rock Girl said.

"No, he didn't ask for it. He would have asked if he was interested."

"He's totally interested in you!!! Just give him your number. He's so hot!"

I shook my head. It wasn't really my style to give my phone number away to guy that never even asked for it. But it was Punk Rock Girl's style. 

As I was chit-chatting with our group of friends, Punk Rock Girl and The Blonde wrote down my cell number on a napkin. Verizon came back to talk some more with me and my friends. As we were talking, Punk Rock Girl tucks the napkin inside his shirt pocket and looks him dead in the eye and says, "This is Curlygirl's number. You should definitely call her."

Man, do my friends embarrass me.

But, he did call. 6 days later at 2am. I didn't pick up. Ummm... seriously?!

I went back to his restaurant the next night with my friends. Verizon seemed excited to see me and quickly approached me.

"You didn't call me back," he said.

"Yeah, I wasn't sure I was going to considering I thought it was probably a booty call or something."

"Why would you think that?"

"You called me at 2am."

"Oh..." Verizon looked apologetic. "I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking. I had just gotten off of work."

He apologized again and offered me a margarita. Then we began dating.

We dated for a few months, then he disappeared. Without warning, without a reason. Just fell off the planet. I was a wreck. I couldn't stop crying. Somehow, I felt this deep connection with him that I never felt before and I couldn't shake. He called a couple months later and I happily took him back, too scared to ask for a reason why he left. He bailed a month later the exact same way.

6 months past and I called him because I was lonely one night. He picked up the phone and I left to go over to his place. Being around him always felt right, even though I knew he was completely wrong for me.

I moved back to the other side of the state, back to my hometown, a couple of years ago. I go visit my friends from college every few months and the last time I saw him, I had purposely left my necklace at his place in hopes to see him two days in a row. He ignored my phone calls and text messages, until an hour before I was due to fly back. Prick.

That was the last I heard of him. I ignored his text messages saying that he missed me. I started dating the Aussie and changed my phone number. I was done with Verizon.

Up until a few weeks ago. I was lonely and drunk (sensing a pattern here) and text him happy birthday, even though his birthday was a few days before. We are now in the throws of another text messaging affair. I haven't told my friends that I've started conversing with him again. They'd kill me. He knows this and teases me about it. He actually has started hinting that he wants to come visit me. I'm supposed to pick out a four or five star hotel and we're going to hole ourselves up in one for a weekend. We'll see if that ever happens. Part of me would love to see him again, part of me hates myself for talking to him, and part of me just enjoys the attention. Oh how I love the attention sometimes...

You're so beautiful, it hurts to look at you

I was in seventh grade when Jordan Catalano first came into my life. He was the ultimate crush. Bright blue eyes, quiet, with an intense mystery surrounding him. I hated him for how he treated Angela, but loved him because he was misunderstood (and also because he's hot).

My So-Called Life is so going on my Christmas list. Curse you ABC for taking the show away too soon!

P.S.- The pilot is playing for free on the ABC website.

My Prayers Have Been Answered!

Thank you Hair Gods! You have given me Holly, a vibrant bohemian curly-haired hair stylist that actually...(wait for it)... knows how to cut curly hair!!! I look good. Definitely heading out and painting the town red tonight. 

Well... maybe. Even in sweats, I'll still look good.

Booty Call

JT called me last night. We've been texting all night... um, flirty text messages. I went out earlier with High School Princess to go to our favorite burger place 'cause we both have been craving their famous sweet potato fries. Yum. I could live off those forever. I also needed to apologize for my big mouth (more on that later).

Anyways, JT texted me right after I got off work and asked how my night went last night. I told him it was good, but I left early 'cause I'm old and I asked what he was up to tonight. He took awhile to text back because he was still at work, but said that he was going out and hopes that we could meet up tonight.

Now, my problem is that I wasn't exactly feeling "pretty" since my monthly visitor was in town. Plus, I also still live at home (man, I hate money and how expensive it is to live around here). So... being able to "hang out" with JT tonight was going to be tricky.

The first time JT made a move on me, I was not prepared. Like AT ALL. I seriously thought the guy only looked at me like a friend. It's so completely true when they say you never get lucky when you shave your legs, but boys always seem to flock to you when you feel like a wooly mammoth. Plus, that night my monthly visitor was in town.

Anyways, I did want to see JT last night, but I was already in bed 30 minutes away from his house and I wasn't feeling up to par when he rang last night. I think he was a little bit pissed, like I was leading him on or something. But, come on! I was so set to see him last weekend when I was all horny and freshly shaven, but he had to work. 

Freaking boys...