Pleasant Surprises

Today was my coffee date with Rx (Mr. Medicine's new and official name). As I trudged myself out of bed, which was very difficult due to the massive amount of NyQuil I had digested the night before, I debated just leaving the poor guy at the coffee shop and sink back into my bed. But my morals brought me to the shower and I begrudgingly began my day as usual. We were set to meet at 9:30am at a coffee shop near my house. I must admit I was thankful for the opportunity to start my morning with some caffeine that would hopefully lead to a productive day. But as the hour neared I received several texts from Rx stating that he would be running late and asking me if I wouldn't mind pushing it back to 10 am. I reluctantly said yes and patiently waited for what I thought was going to be an awkward and uncomfortable first meeting and hopefully my last.

Yes I know it's terrible but I was kind of hoping that this date would lead to me ruling out his potential in the race for my heart. However as I sat alone at one of the tables inside the coffee house Mr. Rx finally made his appearance. He was cute definitely the blonde hair blue eyed type. He had on tennis attire and walked with an air of confidence. He clearly knew he was good looking and knew he was a catch. As we began to talk however he seemed humble and very down to earth. He was easy to talk to and had a very benevolent way of speaking. This was so different from the man I had been texting this past week. Mr. Rx over text seemed so overbearing, controlling, and abrasive. Where was he? Then it occurred to me... maybe the problem was me. Have I truly been over analyzing everything? Maybe there is some hidden vendetta I hide in my heart against good looking men, built on terrible high school experiences of being referred to as a freak or a geek. I guess I always associate prettiness to pettiness and now that I have grown and possibly joined their ranks I still carry with me that girl in High School that never really got asked to a dance, never had a boyfriend, or a first kiss. Maybe I'm still the girl eating lunch alone in the music hallway wondering why the guy that I pined for could never like me back.

Mary Jane once said that maybe I am just more secure with the average Joe, the guys that are deemed "Hot" intimidate me too much that I build a wall around me and shut them out. I really need to shed this thick skin I grew to protect myself. I'm not that girl anymore and this isn't junior high or high school. Anyways moving on, I am very glad I gave Rx a fighting chance and it ended up being much much better than I had expected. I am still holding some reservations, but I won't count him out quite yet.

In other news I have date number two tomorrow night. I have been talking to him for quite sometime and we seem to have a lot in common. I think I'll name him Spielberg, after all he is a film maker. He seems very sweet and promising. With all these men what's a girl to do? Enjoy the free drinks duh.

Until Next Time,

Just Another Girl

It's raining men... hallelujah?

Oh boy what have I got myself into? I am currently in contact with four eligible bachelors. Mr. Medicine man and I are finally getting coffee tomorrow but dear lord this seems like disaster waiting to happen. Maybe at least this will narrow my field to three men.

Lately many of the men I have talked to on the site are very very aggressive. One gentleman asked me if I would be interested in coming over and watching the premier episode of Dexter. I jokingly replied "I don't think going to a strange man's house all by myself is a smart idea." In which he replied that he was just offering and that I should have a good night. I saw this abrupt ending to what had been a pleasant conversation a bit odd. I asked him if he was upset and he retorted "I'm not upset I just don't care lol." This also struck me as him putting up a wall. I snapped right there and then and told him that it was silly he was getting so offended. As a woman I need to be cautious and only meet men over the internet at public places. He may be a nice guy, but without meeting him how am I supposed to know that. Then things got heated when he turned it on me saying that he was cool meeting in public, but after my sudden outburst there was something clearly wrong with me. Great so now am I the one who is taking everything in offense? Am I truly a man hater and unwilling to let any man break down my wall?

Is it me or them... I guess this is the more significant question I need to answer before embarking on any more dates. However it seems I have a busy week full of men, so I better figure it out fast.

Yeehaw!

well, my apologies readers. I will be out of town for the weekend visiting my family. Im  taking a wild guess and saying that there wont be too much dating action with mom and dad around.  But then again you never know.

A little update before I depart...
The white knight is strangely affectionate as of lately. Maybe he feels me growing away from him and wishes to keep me close? Or maybe this is his version of friendship. If I am so over him why do I even care what it is?

Also mr. love doctor or whatever he was came on way too strong. He even had the balls to tell me what to wear on our date and when I asked if we could just grab coffee instead flipped out and acted like a little child. He doesnt want to be on my blog, but he is giving me so much material how can I not include him? Dear mr. pharmacist love doctor, you may be cute but you are way too intense for  my tastes. Tune it down a notch and then maybe I will reconsider.

Where is the fine line?

Alright I am all for open mindedness, but maybe I am not this open.

Recently I was contacted on the dating website by a straight twenty-three year old male who is into (Drum roll please)........Cross Dressing. Is it me or does a straight male who likes to go around in lipstick and heels sound strange? My only question is why? When is there this line that forms between what qualifies you as gay, straight, or bi? Do we need lines or qualifiers at all?

Take for instance a new guy I met through a friend who is a straight gay porn actor, aka gay for pay. Now I understand that the gay porn industry is much more lucrative than the straight porn industry, but the whole act of having sex with another male while being completely and entirely straight is an oxymoron.

I guess to understand this concept I must first analyze myself a bit. I would not qualify myself as a lesbian, bi, and or entirely straight. I find women very attractive and wouldn't mind someday experiencing a little bit of something with another woman. I enjoy making out with females and unlike some of my other female counter parts it is not for the attention of males. However I do not feel I could be entirely with a woman. I like men. So where does that group me? Can I really judge my boyfriend if he enjoys making out with men when I partake in the same activities with my girl friends? Where is the line that I draw in which I say you're gay, you're straight, and you're bisexual?

In a world full of so many categories, definitions, and boxes that we all allocate to one another, are we limiting ourselves to "free play"?  (Thanks Derrida) The ability to think out of our social structures and realize that we are too complicated to fit into the confines in which we have set in place.

Dear Members of the Male Gender

I have a bone to pick with certain members of the male gender. No this is not a feminist rant, but rather a plea to the males in my life who somehow feel the need to express their power over me. (Okay that does sound a bit feminist.)

1. When I am having sex with someone and or giving/receiving sexual pleasures DO NOT act all high and mighty as though you did me a favor. Sex is a mutual and consensual act (at least in most cases) and it is not my duty to either A. Satisfy your needs or B. Repay you for "giving" me the "orgasm of my life", which by the way it was not so please get over yourself.  Let's just simply leave it as "it was good for me and it was good for you". We both got what we wanted and we can both pat ourselves on the back for a job well done.

2. This recently just happened as early as last night, but I disclosed to a potential beau that I am a writer and that I manage my own relationship/sex blog. In which he retorted that he better not wind up on the blog. Too bad, you already did. If you want to get to know me and be in my life you are going to be subject to my writings. I am however very gracious in not naming names and keeping my identity secret to the general public. I'm not going to abuse my powers, but I certainly will not censor myself for anyone.

3. In relation to this blog, men somehow come to think that because I run my own relationship SEX blog that obviously that means that I am just parading my body out there to gain material for this site. The answer is NO. This is not a blog in which my aim is to screw as many men out there as I can in hopes of creating a public documentation of my sexual exploits. I explained to one gentleman that it is more or less about being single and in the dating jungle that is Minneapolis, in which he responded "Oh well I'm looking for a relationship, so does this mean that you want to be single?" NO! This does not mean that at all. In fact it has no underlying message about my wants and desires. I am a happy single woman and I enjoy meeting new people, but I AM NOT a relationship hater or a scorned woman by any means! So in short...no I am not a harlot and no I am not a woman resigned to being single. I am just a writer.

4. Do not suppose that I aim to please you. Though every guy or girl would probably love someone to come home to. I am not about to go out of my way to make you like me. If we go on a date and it doesn't work out, it doesn't work out. It is that simple. I will not conform to your wishes and or hide who I really am to make myself more appealing to you. This is not some feminist movement in which I stick it to the man by not shaving my legs, but rather me being honest with you by not saying I love to work out when I truly abhor it.

Things you should know:
1. I am awkward and no I will not apologize for it.
2. I hate hipsters and I am not a huge fan of listening to hippy music and going to first ave.
3. I don't work out for fun. It's not fun. I would rather lay in bed and read a good book.
4. I hate eating healthy. Luckily I have been blessed with a high metabolism.
5. I love sweatpants and flats. I will not wear some sexy yoga pant and or high heels to make you like me more.
6. I hate romantic comedies. Please do not take me to one.
7. I do not like experimental theater. And no watching it does not make you more intelligent, it just makes you look like a snob.
8. I love listening to Pop music such as Ke$ha and old school Britney. So sue me.
9. I hate people that use big words in order to sound more intelligent. Please speak common English that the masses can understand. This also makes you look like a snob.
10. I hate the jersey shore show. They literally make me ashamed to be human.

One note to men out there please don't try to impress me with your use of big words, knowledge of indie bands, or the number of times you work out each week. (unless it really is what makes you, you) All it does is send an aroma of desperation to be cool and liked my way. I am in no mood to deal with your neediness.

Harmless Flirtation

Hello everyone!
The weekend has come and gone so fast and yet I have achieved nothing. With so much homework  and writing to do, I still find the time to fit men into my life.. how is that? I spent Saturday night laying in bed with The White Knight. For some reason things seem so easy with him all of a sudden. Maybe it's the fact that its comfortable? Maybe I am finally taking control of my own life and am now much less dependent on him for my happiness? Whatever it is, it appears that he satisfies my need and I his. In fact he seems to be the one that is much more attached and boyfriendly than me. But the hard part is determining whether this is fact or fiction. I guess my safest bet is to keep my guard up. Until he says those words, 3 words and 8 letters, I will go on believing that it is just too old friends helping one another out and making life just a tad bit more comfortable.

As for my harmless flirtation it seems I have a bunch of random men on my hand. One man that I am looking forward to getting to know is Mr. Pharmacist... oh maybe I should call him doctor? love drug? hmm until I meet him nothing can be decided upon for certain. However turns out he goes to the University and knows a friend of mine. He says that he saw my photo on her facebook and had to take the chance to get to know me. Sweet or stalker? (Thanks KDWB you may be getting a call from me depending upon how this situation goes).  As for now it is strictly over text so harmless flirtation is what is keeping me entertained on a lonely Sunday night.

Until Next Time,
Just Another Girl

Booze and Strippers, what more could a girl ask for?

Well I think my biggest accomplishment of the night was that I didn't make it into the "Drunk Mess" album on http://www.daveryanshow.com/main.html, however I did make a few interesting photos in some of the other albums ;)

The night was a smashing success. I had a cocktail or five and got to meet the entire morning show! I have been listening to them since I was just a kid. I remember my mom coming home one day after school and telling me that she ran into Dave Ryan at a bagel shop and she had won me a pair of KDWB boxers. I wore those boxers almost every night to sleep until they eventually fell apart. So up until last week that was the only thing I had ever "won". Booty Cruise of course was a much more mature prize. One I really wouldn't want to share with dear old mom, though I was surprised at some of the mom-daughter pairs that were on the boat. No offense but stuffing dollar bills into strippers thongs with my mom isn't my ideal night out. Maybe I'm a bit too old school, but sex isn't something me and my mom talk about, but rather a subject we avoid like the plague. Anyway I am sidetracking, back to the festivities.

I decided to take Madison (Tiger Lilly couldn't get off of work) and I felt that this was a smart decision being that she is a connoisseur in the male gender. So off we went to still water to hop on board the booty cruise express. The 1st floor was packed with an older generation of women, obviously waiting for their chance to have at the white Afro psychic, Gary Spivey. This level made me feel a bit over dressed as I passed by the women all bundled up in their jeans and hooded sweatshirts. Madison and I flounced around in our tight cocktail dresses a bit confused as to what we had signed ourselves up for. As we made our way to the bar for some much needed liquid courage we began to hear the boom of music coming from the upper decks. With our drinks in hand we made our way to the unknown. Here on the second floor was a whole other story. The twenty somethings of the boat had all flocked to this floor in which there was a DJ, a fantasy gifts booth full of fabulous sex toys, and a stage for the soon to come Men of Excalibur. I felt right at home as I passed by other girls who were dressed to their sexiest despite the frigid weather. We ventured on even further until we reached the third deck. The deck was almost empty due to the cold, but the view was breathtaking. The St. Croix  river was stunning in the oncoming twilight. We did take note that this was the bar to come to so that we could avoid the lines of downstairs. As we grabbed another drink I noticed the morning show, cigars in hand, talking on the side of the boat. It's definitely a strange experience putting faces to the voices you listen to during the groggy morning hours.

Madison wasn't as acquainted with the whole tradition of booty cruise since she grew up in Wisconsin (I try not to hold it against her Haha) She was gracious enough however to make this night about me. Allowing me to take pictures with all of the cast and even sit in on Gary Spivey. Meeting Dave Ryan was a treat. Even though tipsiness was beginning to set in he really took the time to talk and listen to me. And I'm pretty sure I told Lena a dead baby joke..yikes...maybe not my finest moment, but what the hell. After meeting everyone it was time to dance. If you know anything about me, I don't do anything half heatedly. I shook my booty with a stripper, made out with the DJ intern, and blew a ton of money. It was definitely worth it.

Booty Cruise!!

So your's truly just won tickets to Booty Cruise with Dave Ryan and the morning show! I smell a good blog coming your way. If you aren't familiar with Booty Cruise, it is a boat ride in stillwater held by KDWB during the summer. The boat includes food, booze, psychic Gary Spivey, and all the male strippers you could ever want! Ill be sure to take lots of pictures and maybe put a few up for your viewing pleasure.


In other news the Knight is back, but I think that it is only temporary. The smell of fall has triggered some nostalgic longings and as hard as I push them out of my head, I can't escape that need for the fall comforts. The feeling of family, food, and friends is what fall means to me. I am so home sick and The White Knight was my family once upon a time. I remember lazy September Sundays where we would spend all day grilling out with his parents and watching the games. But now this fall everything has changed. Relationships are broken and his parents are divorced. I need something to hold on to. Something that is constant and safe. But alas, I think that is an impossible fantasy. Life is constantly moving and changing and instead of clinging on and dragging my feet I better start running to catch up.

Change isn't bad, just uncomfortable.

Kissing Frogs

Hello everyone,

Turns out I have been fooled once again. After re-telling my story of my wonderful afternoon with Mr. Server My friend Madison has come to tell me that she knows of this notorious server. I guess Mr. Server has quite the reputation with the ladies of Dinky town,and I am certainly not the only girl who has fallen under his spell. Now the only question is, do I throw him away or do I play with my food a bit beforehand? I do love a player, especially one that I can play with ; )

Till next time,
Just Another Girl

Blind Date Followup

Internet dating, is it as much of a Taboo as I think it is? Why would a girl of 22 with full access to school, bars, and clubs stoop so low as to partake in the internet dating scene. As I mentioned before I decided to re-activate my account on OKCupid. For those of you that are unfamiliar with the site. OkCupid is geared more towards a younger crowd. It’s some what like face book, but focused more on romantic pursuits. Anyway there was a young gentleman who I had been talking to previously on line. I messaged him letting him know I was back on and to my surprise he asked if I would be interested in grabbing coffee or a drink, in which I replied “yes”. I think my response was even more shocking than him asking. Was I really agreeing to a blind internet date? Yup. 

          We decided to meet Wednesday at one of my favorite bars in the city, Psycho Suzies, after I had finished my Wednesday night lecture. I was so nervous and having one of those days where nothing in your closet fits or looks right. Fortunately the obligation of going to class pushed me out the door in time. The lecture was a blur and suddenly and hour later I was parking my car in the bar parking lot. Now what? Would I even know what he looks like? Does he look like his profile picture even? What if I just signed my death warrant and he is a creepy psychopath that lures girls into going for drinks and then follows them home and kills them in their beds!!!! Okay maybe I was being a bit dramatic. I made my way through the bar and into the back patio. There he was, all 6”6 feet of him. He was tall and certainly handsome. He wasn’t so scary after all in fact he was pretty damn inviting. After some tots and big tiki drinks we discussed our lives and aspirations. He was 26 years old and going back to school to get his masters, which was very attractive...

As I was writing this article at a local cafe the server who ended up being a total cutie stopped to talk to me. We talked about British history, literature, traveling through Europe. It was absolutely wonderful. It was exactly the intellectual conversation I was looking for. Mr. Server had blond hair and he was tall too. As he handed me my bill he whispered "And don't be afraid to leave your number". Annnnd I did. 

Mr. Server and I definitely have more in common than Mr. Blind Date. He is passionate about what he talks about and can hold a whole conversation about Tudor history! I'm not ruling Mr. Blind Date out just yet however because he has the stability and maturity I am looking for. Plus he is super cute. Oh boy I cannot wait for how this will all play out!

 Well Hello Gentlemen

In other news, I have a make up date with the Cowboy that stood me up the week before. We are going to watch some football and drink some beer. I think this date will be very interesting and if all else fails at least I'll have a cold Stella and football on the screen. 

Bar Fights and Fair Food

So this weekend was a mix bag of events and emotions...

FRIDAY NIGHT:
Tiger Lilly and The Spanish Sweetheart came over to my apartment for cocktails. For those of you that do not remember, the Spanish Sweetheart was the guy that was staying with Tiger Lilly while looking for a place to live in Minneapolis. He recently moved here from Puerto Rico. At first I thought he was this sweet guy just trying to meet people and get used to living in a different culture, but tuns out he is just a Spanish Ass. I don't know if it is the combination of both of our personalities that makes him hard for me to swallow or if he is truly just a jerk. Tiger Lilly brought him over and immediately all he did was whine and complain about absolutely everything. His bitching progressed so much to the point where I had a thirty minute debate with him over the validity of Gossip Girl. He was upset that it was playing on my TV whilst we sipped our wine. #1. My TV when I have people over is just for background noise rather that the focal point of the conversation. #2 It's my goddamn apartment and I can play whatever the hell I want. I simply told him that I enjoyed the show and that the fact that he didn't would not sway me from watching it. Clearly that wasn't enough for him however as he proceeded to keep making fun of it until finally I violently turned the TV off and told him to just pick a movie more suited to his liking. This outbreak of mine ruffled his feathers too much that he decided it would be best if he just left. I couldn't agree more.  Is anyone else sick of this stupid debate centering around Gossip Girl, because I for one have never thought I could waste so much breath on such a ridiculous topic.

SATURDAY NIGHT:
And here my friends is where the weekend took a turn for the weird and awful (as if the Gossip Girl fight wasn't enough). My Gay boo and I decided to visit Mary-Jane's house party, sadly the alcohol had caught up to her much too quickly by the time we got there. Moving on we decided to make use of the night and head towards Uptown to meet a few of his friends. We ran into our new group at Drink and well... proceeded to drink. As we stepped up to the bar our song came on the speakers. As the music blarred "Boom, Badoom,Boom Bass, He got that Super Bass"  and I couldn't resist Nicki Minaj any longer. I started to dance with my friends when suddenly someone from behind me started grabbing my waist and pulling me down. I did my polite turn-away-no thanks I'm not interested-move and My Gay Boo (Let's call him my therapist  from now on) stepped in and told the guy "Sorry buddy she's with me". The guy turned out to be around his late forties and in a wheel chair. I felt bad, but he was clearly inebriated and I honestly had no intention of dancing with him. He backed off after my therapist gave him the message thankfully. A few minutes passed and we were still at the bar trying to pay our bill when suddenly the man in the wheel chair decided to forcefully grab my ass. I turned around a little shocked at the brazen act that had just taken place. I calmly and politely turned down to the man and said "Can you please not do that. It's not okay to-" and as suddenly as before he grabbed my ass again! "Sir I will call security on you" I told him with a calm and collected manner, but just as the words left my mouth he grabbed the beer bottle he was drinking from and slapped me across the face with it. I backed away as fast as I could in shock and pain at what had just happened. I grabbed a bouncer and through my sobs tried to convey what had just happened. Sadly with the music too loud I couldn't deliver my message. Luckily for me one of the people in our group stepped in and exposed my attacker. I on the other hand went into the corner of the bar to cry and digest what was happening. Within seconds security had escorted the man out the door and I had no way of knowing his name or where he went.
We stayed at the bar for a little bit after the event, as I tried to put myself together and shake off the feeling of uneasiness. As my therapist and I went to grab a cab at the next bar over I saw a face in the crowd that looked all too familiar.  Right there on the street beside me was the man in the wheel chair, even worse off than before and groping every girl that walked by. I quickly grabbed a bouncer and asked him to stop that man. I explained what had happened at Drink and he happily obliged. As he stopped the man I called the police and in minutes they were on the scene.

MONDAY NIGHT:
Finally the best part of my four day weekend, The Minnesota State fair! One word: Beergarita. Probably the best drink the fair has to offer. Imagine this, Honey Weiss and Margarita. After many many beers and deep fried goodies, Tiger Lilly and I scored tickets to the Maroon 5 and Train concert!!! It was needless to say the best ending to my summer. Today however I began my final semester of school. The day was uneventful, though the semester holds a lot of promise ;)

 Snooki's take on a Beergarita 

P.S.
Tomorrow night I am going on my first OK Cupid date!!! Wish me luck and pray to God he is not a creeper, or an old man who hits women with beer bottles lol.

Until next time,

Just Another Girl

Slim Pickins

So with the lack of men in my life I am starting on a blank slate. Where have all the boys of summer gone? Oh that's right... I missed the single train and now they are all settling down for a long and cold winter. Oh Minnesota I am not looking for your cruel weather during the trifecta of Singleton torture known as the holidays. Let's see we first begin with Christmas, followed shortly by New Years Eve, and finally ending with Valentines day. Oh this winter is going to be delightful.

In hopes of proving to myself that its not to late, I decided to re-activate my OKcupid account. So far in the past three days all I've got is a bunch of creepers. You should see some of these guys. One couldn't even spell, and I'm sorry I will not be grabbing coffee with a guy who uses this introductory statement "Zup with you" and yes he spelled Sup (which isn't even correct in the first place) with a Z. I also refuse to date anyone with the user name of Hottie201l or Electric_hotdog. I am not making these up people!

So needless to say with today being September first there better be some better fish in the sea once I start classes. If not I will just stick to my foe-girlfriend Tiger Lilly. At least she's willing to go pick apples in the orchard and eat fatty greasy deep fried cheeseburgers at the MN state fair. Ooooo maybe I can pick up a hot beer-gut- mullet wearing man at one of the On-A- Stick booths. How romantic.

For your entertainment here are some delicious treats I get to look forward to...

Bachelor #1

Bachelor #2

Bachelor #3

My Boyfriend : D