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...