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