Your Love is My Drug...

Hello Everyone!

So, I know that I am now taken and in a relationship, but I will try to keep this blog as entertaining as usual. 

I am almost six months in to my relationship and I am still honeymooning! It's a bit bizarre, but I won't complain. 

(Image thanks to http://www.divinecaroline.com/22078/123668-eight-love-adages-ignore#0)

Currently the British boy is coaching football in Louisiana. He is about 4 hours away from me and that has made things a bit rough. Luckily we have so far been able to make it work, even with all the obstacles thrown in our way. The hard part is that the family he stays with isn't too keen on having me sleepover, especially in the same bed. This is totally understandable, since they have young kids, but it is making seeing each other very expensive. 

I am still unemployed so gas tanks and hotel rooms are putting me in serious financial trouble, not to mention that in four months I will be back in England to meet his entire family for New Years! Where will all this money come from?!??!?! 

I have just taken a new job waiting tables, but our addiction to one another has definitely made nervous.  We have not been able to go more than 4 or 5 days without each other since I have been back from being abroad. We make vows to not see each other for a week or two, but we eventually both give in and book a last minute hotel room. 

I can attest that the saying does hold some truth, distance makes the heart grow fonder, but for the time being I cannot get enough of this boy. Should I be concerned? Am I falling too fast? Can I please win the lottery? 

Until next time, 

Broke, addicted, and JAG

Reflections

Hello Bloggers,

I am here to apologize to myself and to you. I really dropped the ball these past few months on updating this blog.

Well I have been around Europe and back and my oh my, how my life has changed. I went to London and had the time of my life. I was living in the city again, on my own, working in a theater, and surrounded by history, art, and culture. My life was perfect. I did however have one thing on my mind and that was my British Boy back home. As I took my time to discover everything I could I realized that though seeing the world on my own was something I had always wanted to do, it wasn't much fun doing it alone.

I think God was playing a little trick on me this April fools day. I was all set and happy being alone. I was ready to begin my journey and have my very own eat, pray, love year. However, as fate would have it, as soon as you stop looking for a relationship, one will find you. I never intended to get tied up with this boy, I honestly thought it would make for a great blog, but this one could not be ignored.

I have never met anyone so kind, thoughtful, and amazing as my Prince. It sounds totally cheesy and I hate myself for being so taken by him. He really is just what I needed to put my man hating aside and possibly let myself fall again. I am so scared that this is all happening so fast, but in a way it feels natural. This is the first time I have felt like I am not competing for power. This is the first time that a man has told me that he will catch me. Am I naiive in hoping that this time...those words are still too scary to publish.

A month into my journey abroad I realized how often I thought of him, how much I wanted him there, and how frequently "Love" formed on my lips. I was falling in love. I am in love.

I traveled to Ireland, Paris, Barcelona, and Rome and I took every opportunity to put my loneliness aside and bask in the beauty that I had made it this far. I was overwhelmed with beauty and the thought of how many miles from home I was. It was just what I needed and an affirmation to go on. I learned a new side of myself and gained a whole new sense or worldly priorities. Love, Family, and Knowledge.  Now reign at the top of my list.

Now I am home and my time abroad is slowly slipping away. It seems more like a dream and I desperately cling to the person I discovered. However, bills and freedom loom over me. I have yet to find happiness here in Dallas. I want to be doing something worthwhile, but I am serving tables. I need to help my parents, I need to get out of this house, I have loans to pay back, and credit cards to pay back. Reality is smacking me in the face, but yet I just want to cling on to my memories.

I do however have the most amazing family, friends, and boyfriend to pull me through. Apparently its normal to go through a bit of a rough patch when realizing that my degrees can't be put to good use just yet. I know now though that if you want something bad enough, you will achieve it.

So that's a snip it of my life at the moment. I will do my best to keep up with this blog. I shall not let you down haha.

Until next time,
JAG

British Bliss

Alright Bloggers!!! It has been far too long and things have begun to pick up speed. First of all there are only fourteen more days until I am in jolly old London. Fourteen!!! I cannot believe how fast time has flown by. I have already booked my flights to London, Dublin, Paris, Barcelona, and Rome!!! However more frightening than these huge life purchases are the questions swimming round and round in my head about what to do about British boy. Not to mention that he is the perfect prince charming...well at least so far. We finally sealed the deal on Friday and I was certainly not disappointed. He has this boyish charm and his athleticism is certainly nice in the bedroom. He also treats me like a princess. Shagging with the Brit is soft and sweet. It reminds me of being young and naive, however there is a twist to this innocence. I am a bit older and demanding, which means I hold some power. We seem to balance each other out quite nicely. I put on the dramatics and he happily pulls me back towards reality. Plus that accent is certainly a plus to his romantic charm.

There are red flags however. I suppose anyone can find a red flag if they are looking for it though.
1. He is only 21. I know that age stops to matter after awhile and I do have to admit that he is one of the most respectful and sweet guys I have met. At least out of all these american boys

2. HE LIVES IN LONDON!!!

3. I LIVE IN THE USA

We haven't discussed where this is going, but I am okay with that for the time being. He even wants to meet my parents and offered for me to stay with his if I get stuck in a sticky situation in London.

Oh boy am I in trouble... :)

Is This Real Life?

As busy as I am I need to blog for you!!! My life is spiraling into bliss.

1.  I am leaving for London in less than 3 weeks!

2. I just bought concert tickets to see Benny Benassi and David Guetta in London!! 

3. I booked a weekend trip to Dublin!!!

4. British boy and I have been on 3 dates and damn I am loving it so far!!!!

5. His host family that he is staying with will be out of town next week ;) !!!!!

6. My body is looking very nice from all my time at the gym!!!!!!

Okay, alright, enough bragging. In other words, my life is everything I ever wanted and I am beginning to fear when it all might come crashing down. Is this a dream or real life? When am I going to wake up? 

I know I shouldn't worry and I should just enjoy this while it lasts. I will do my best to follow this advice. 

British boy and I finally kissed on our 2nd date. It was alright, but the awkwardness of the car and our kissing styles didn't make it firework worthy. However, date number 3 proved to be much better. I don't mean this to sound insensitive, but I need him to be less of a gentleman in his kissing style. He is very soft and sweet, but sometimes this girl likes it to be rough. On the third date though, I realized that he is easily taught, so I'll give him sometime to shed his gentlemanly tail coats and put on something a bit more sinful. 

Until Next Time, 

Just Another Girl

British Invasion

Hello Bloggers!

Last night was incredible. As you all know, I was on my first date with the boy I had served at the restaurant I work at. He is from England, but staying with a host family here in Texas while he coaches football (aka Soccer!) Though our initial meeting was a bit awkward, as I struggled to balance trays and not screw up their orders, he somehow found me charming. He ended up contacting me through email, and since then we have been communicating via Facebook and text almost everyday. Because the first time I met him was such a blur, I was a bit nervous to meet him in person once again. He picked me up at my house like a true gent. and immediately I knew that this was going to be a good night.

The British boy is a soccer player from the UK and I don't know who could resist his accent. We spent the night exploring Denton Square and talking about US and England stereotypes. I forced him to try Shiner Boc Beer and he kicked my ass at darts. Overall I hope to see British Boy again : )

 Image by: http://www.askmen.com/top_10/entertainment/chicks-kissing-scenes.html

Still waiting on that first kiss however...that is always the judge on if this will last.

Until Next Time,
J.A.G

Heating Up Dallas

Miami heat...try Texas heat. Just when I was about to think that my sex life could not be more frigid and similar to the frozen tundra, Texas turns its attention to a potential heat wave. Finally something to spice up my bland new life!

Okay, first things first. About a week ago while I was serving tables a young gentleman asked me for a margarita, being the responsible server that I am I politely asked "Sir may I see your I.D? " He proceeded to produce his card and as luck would have it, he was definitely not from around these parts. In fact he was from London!!! I am pretty sure my heart skipped a beat as I realized his sexy British accent and the fact that he was of age to consume liquor (one of my rules for dating... no one under the age of 21 please.) I of course couldn't contain my awkwardness for long and ended up rambling about my upcoming trip to London and that he was only living down the street from where I would be. After an agonizing shift of dropping beer bottles and screwing up orders I just decided to go for it and be super unprofessional by giving his host family my email so that I could talk more to him about London and possibly have a local as a friend. I didn't expect much to come out of this interaction, after all I was gross and sweaty, smelling of fajitas, and covered in food. Days went by and I hadn't heard a word so I decided to move past the embarrassment I felt for most likely making an idiot of myself to a table I barely knew.
A week later I am surprised however to have an email from an unfamiliar address. My British boy had indeed emailed me, and if I was reading his email correctly, being quite the flirt. We began talking and haven't stopped since. Turns out he is coaching soccer here in Texas and wouldn't mind a tour guide here as well. Digits have been exchanged and I am expecting a date this Thursday night with him. More to come...

In other news I did one of my don'ts, so this could be quite complicated. Yesterday night after having an awful Easter I decided to join one of my co-workers for a drink after work. This particular co-worker has never really showed any interest in me, so I didn't think much of it. I arrived late after having a long lecture delivered by my parent's about my poor attitude as of late (however that is another story). He was a few drinks in by this point and the gracious bartender had just delivered me a lethal vodka cran. My co-worker was friendly as always and we chatted about work and music, but as the night wore on his friendly attitude began to cross the lines of just friends. I might also want to mention that he had a few of his buddies there as well. It is time to leave and we are being ushered out by the bar staff when right in front of everyone he asks me for a kiss goodnight. Being the lady that I am I shake my head and say "Oh __________, never ask a lady in front of all these people. Too much pressure and I am sorry but my friend you are wasted." Of course I get the catcalls from his friends because I didn't kiss him. I try to shut them up by giving him a kiss on the cheek and urging him to go home and get some rest, but he plants a kiss right on my mouth. Never ever mix business with pleasure is what I always preach, but clearly I failed. Lets hope tonight isn't too awkward at work...

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Adventures in Miami

 Hello bloggers, Tiger Lily here!

I have so much to fill you in on, as usual!! Here is a brief catch up of the Friend and I:

Three weeks before I left for Miami, the Friend and I finally had “the talk”.  I told him I needed more time before I could fully commit to a relationship, and he was okay to wait.  So flash forward a week, my parents come home from Arizona (they were gone for a month, I think the Friend slept over almost every night).  The first week is fine, the Friend and I talk and hang out.  Then, a week before I leave I realize I haven’t heard from him in 3 days.  I call and text him, no reply. I wait until 2 more days then text him to tell him when I was free and to call me if he wanted to hang out.  I never heard from him… then I left for Miami!! =)

Let me start out by saying, I had very high hopes for this trip, with Mr. Miami and otherwise, and all of my hopes and expectations were blown out of the water. 

I left on a Thursday morning, and spent the weekend in Miami with Just Another Girl and our friend Kat (who we have known for 3 years).  The first night, Mr. Miami comes and shows us around the town. The night was full of sloppy Italian make out sessions and dancing.  The second night, we went out with Mr. Miami and 3 of his friends to a concert, so much good music and dancing, another great night!! Both nights I danced the night away with Mr. Miami and even got in some yummy kisses.  The third night was St Patty’s day. Kat, JAG and myself had a contest to see who could make out with the most people.  I remember after kissing one man, I looked at Kat and held up the number 4 and winked! Sunday we relaxed on the beach until we went to my parent’s condo in Ft. Lauderdale.

Now I was not expecting on seeing Mr. Miami until the next weekend when I would be staying with him (eeeeeep!).  But he came and picked the three of us up each night, one night hanging out at his place (30 minutes away), one night Benihanas and the Hardrock casino. Then Tuesday after JAG had to leave, he took Kat and I to a concert, which included Steve Aoki in the line up.  Steve Aoki hit me in the face with a cake, and Lil Jon poured champagne on me, and Mr. Miami licked it right off of me! On Thursday he picked up my cousin, Kat and I to Miami to see a movie premier.  Then Thursday night after Kat left, my cousin and I drove to Miami.  We arrived at a condo that my cousin, Miami and I were sharing with 3 other friends.

Thursday night we went to a concert and when we came back (at 4:30am I might add) we had a dilemma.  Our friends were sleeping in the bedroom and my cousin was sleeping on the couch in the living room where there is also a pull out bed.  So Mr. Miami suggest a shower…

After hanging out for a week, and dancing and kissing, we were finally alone.  A lady doesn’t kiss and tell (much) but bloggers, WOW. We fell in bed at 6:30 and I was out like a light.

Friday we went to Ultra Music Festival!! Mr. Miami and I got the place to ourselves for an hour in the morning and took full advantage of it. We lost my cousin within an hour of being at Ultra, so it was just Mr. Miami and our friend Benny.  From 12-12 we danced to amazing music, Mr. Miami and I danced, and of course the kissing ;)  After Ultra Mr. Miami and I went to an after party, he was very protective, always making sure I was having fun, but how could I not be?  We got home and again hopped in the shower…

Saturday, we went to Ultra for day 2. Mr. Miami bought me coffee (thank goodness!) and then the 6 of us were off.  Again it ended up just being Mr. Miami, Benny and I.  Except today, there was less dancing by myself and more with Mr. Miami… poor Benny! Hahaha  More kissing, and then Mr. Miami and I went and met a couple of his friends at an after party.  His friends left at 2am and Mr. Miami and I stayed. We sat down on a couch around 3 and ended up having an amazing 15 minutes make out session… which in retrospect may have been slightly trashy and gross to others, but whatever we are both good looking, gaze on strange rave people.  So after the make out session, we sit on the couch wrapped around each other, then leave.  We happen to somehow run into my cousin outside the club.  She is trying to find another club, so Mr. Miami offers to help her and we walk her there.  As we are walking back, Mr. Miami grabbed my hand and we held hands the rest of the walk.  We got home and found that we had the bedroom to ourselves, so again, did not get much sleep.

Sunday we woke up and went to Ultra for the last day.  This day, it ended up just being Mr. Miami and I all day.   Everywhere we walked we held hands, we shared our meals, and he paid for all the water (gentlemanly since neither of us drink alcohol). He even asked someone to take a picture of the two of us as we were sitting with his arms around me.  He was sitting behind me for a while, his arms around my waist and his head resting on my back, all the while kissing my back.  Again, just Mr. Miami and I went to an after party.  We danced, listened to awesome music, kissed, and had a blast. On the way to the concert and on the way home, we held hands.  We got home at 4 but didn’t go to bed until almost 7.

We got up the next morning, and took a regular shower together, just chatting and laughing and kissing.  We walked and got breakfast.  We were standing waiting for our friends chatting and he leaned over and pecked me on the lips.  We then packed up the condo and left Miami.  Mr. Miami dropped me off at the airport.  I thanked him for everything, and he told me he had a great week with me. We agreed to hang out when he comes in Minnesota this summer. We kissed one final time and I got on my plane back home.

It was a dream vacation bloggers.  Had an amazing time with my girls, got to see my family, hang out with my cousin, got a tan, heard some amazing music, and most of all, got to see Mr. Miami 9/10 days and loved every second of it.  He was super nice to my friends and cousin, and met way too much of my family. We have the same sense of humor, I know he genuinely cares for me, he is ambitious.  He treated me like I a woman and person and not an object.  He surpassed every expectation, in and out of the bedroom.

We have talked every day since I got home, and I just found out it is a possibility we may be living in the same city next year!!

Sorry this got so long, talk to you soon!

Tiger Lily.

P.S. still haven’t heard from the Friend…

And Once Again...

Hello Stranger,

       Sorry for delay. Once again I let my blog fall to the wayside. So much to tell and so much to catch up on.  Well first things first Miami came and went. Miami was amazing and a much needed break, however not a whole lot happened in my love life. The real drama happened before I left for my trip. Urban Cowboy as you may know had agreed to keep things between he and I platonic. We both knew that any attempt at more than friendship would be futile. Our reasons for being friends went like this;

1. He just broke up with his girlfriend of 5 years only 2 months ago!!! - Red Flag
2. He is moving to Colorado by the end of the Summer
3. I wanted to be single for Miami
4. I am anti-relationship at the moment
5. I am leaving for London in less than 2 months.

So there you have five extremely good and logical reasons for why Urban Cowboy and I should not be getting involved. Things seemed to be going great for awhile, we had even developed nicknames for each other and talking about other guys and girls in our lives. However as my experience has always proved, once again Urban Cowboy has contributed to the evidence that Men and Women can't be just friends.
     There I was packing all of my heels and cocktail dresses into my suitcase for Miami when I receive an eight message long text from Urban Cowboy. In it he declared that he has feelings that are much more than friendly and that he can't stop thinking about me and wanting to be around me. He proposed that we try out the romance thing and honestly his proposal was tempting and sweet. I told him that yes I had some feelings for him that I was unsure of. I couldn't tell if what I was feeling was romantic or just confusion at the fact that Urban Cowboy was my only friend here in Dallas. I asked for time to contemplate his offer and suggested that we take a break until I returned from Miami. He agreed and we parted ways.
      During my time in Miami there were times when I tried to digest the thought that I may have a boyfriend when I returned home. It was comforting, but at the same time I knew that this was my year for myself. I wanted to back pack through Europe and really focus on my dreams and career. In a sense I was totally trying to have my very own "Eat, Pray, Love" year. This was a fact that I could not ignore. As much as I might like Urban Cowboy, I need to love myself more and really work on devoting this time to me. Once I realized this I knew what I had to do. Sorry Urban Cowboy it's just terrible timing.
            When I returned home to Dallas I met up with Urban Cowboy at a coffee shop on Fry Street. I was prepared to deliver the disappointing news, but I was surprised to find that the subject matter never came up. This frustrated me to no end. On top of that Urban Cowboy began to remind me of the White Knight. Urban Cowboy was sullen and moody! Almost everything that he said was negative. I couldn't even talk about music without him disagreeing with me and casting a few judgmental looks. In short I knew I had made the right decision. Urban Cowboy had nothing going for him. I asked him how his spring break was and his response was that it sucked. "How was work?" I asked, his response was that it sucked as well and then went on to tell me about how he drank almost every night... wow dude, get some self respect and do something about your life if you hate it. I am ridiculously sick of people who just complain and drink their lives away. If you don't respect yourself, then why should I? Also you aren't really making a great case for why I should consider you dating material.
       It has been a few days now, and still his attitude hasn't changed and when I asked if we should talk about "us" he replied that he wasn't in the mood...case closed.
    Stay tuned for an update on Miami from Tiger Lily herself. She definitely had much more loving than I did. Also I was able to discern a clear cut winner in the "Friend" and "Miami" triangle. Miami boy wins hands down. Probably one of the cutest and sweetest guys I have met. I am team Miami and Tiger Lily has my full support.

Until Next Time...hopefully sooner than later
Just Another Girl

All Work and No Play Makes J.A.G a very Dull Girl.

Hello Friends!

Work has taken over my life, but I have gotten over some of the initial shock of entering the adult world. It's hard, but at least I am making lots of money for Miami and London. The only problem that I am facing is the lack of material for this blog. All work and no play makes for a very dull blog. I am fully aware that most of you don't read this hoping I'll post about office drama and lack of sleep, unless of course that lack of sleep deals with a lot of "Play". Alas Urban Cowboy and I have decided to place both of ourselves in the Friend Zone, and the only other guy I ended up going on a date with was much too short for a mention/ nick name.

So now that I am testing out this whole men and women CAN be just friends, my sexual appetite has been suppressed. Urban cowboy and I have begun being "bros" and I even earned the name Scherbatsky (after Robin on How I Met Your Mother) It makes sense I suppose since I am from the north, I enjoy hanging with the boys, and ever since my last break up with the White Knight a relationship is the furthest thing from my mind. However once you've made out with each other how do you begin to quit cold turkey and just do the platonic hug good bye? Here's to hoping the sexual tension will die down and I'll have a good friend in Dallas finally. We have even decided to be each others wing man. However his EX has her spys out and around Denton who have not once, but twice told on us and have stirred up a bit of unwanted trouble.

In other news Miami (The City) is only days away and I will be reunited with Tiger Lily! Also I hear Miami(The boy) will be bringing a few friends :)

I Don't Wanna Grow Up

Hello Bloggers,
Well these past few weeks have been a whirlwind for me. I have come to the harsh reality of being a grown up, and it is frightening. I seem to have spun into a patch of depression, working two jobs and busting my ass for almost little reward. I keep thinking that this wasn't the life I had signed on for. Wasn't I supposed to be on Broadway or changing the world? I look around at all of my friends, getting jobs in their fields, getting married, and having kids, and I wonder when something like that will happen for me.

I know I feel a bit like a hypocrite considering I have London and Miami just on the horizon, but right now I am so exhausted and lonely that it's hard to focus on the positives. London seems so elusive, even though it is only 3 months away!!!!!!!!!

Also Urban Cowboy keeps surprising me! He is so funny, so sweet, and is a pretty good kisser. The only problem is that this is my year for me, and I am so afraid of letting anyone get in the way of that. I want to be single and successful so badly, but it is also a lonely road. I know we can't pick and choose when we find someone that we click with, but this could not come at a worse time. I am so unstable and grappling with all of these mixed emotions. I have the reality of reality smacking me in the face, London, realizing that I live in Texas, no friends, The White Knight professing his love over text every week, and my 2 jobs which have left me with no time to get anything else done.  I can't balance all of this, at least I haven't been able to find a balance. The only thing keeping me sane is working out and How I Met Your Mother re-runs.

When I was little I was always in such a hurry to grow up, now that I am here I really want to get off this ride.

I Just Want to Have My Cake and Eat It Too

Hola Amigos,

Tiger Lily, here to fill you in on the goings-on of the twin cities now that my dear friend has left us.  First of all, there is Mary-Jane who is going through a break-up, so I anticipate a lot of ice cream and wine in our near futures.  Next, another close friend of mine is in town this weekend and it has been great catching up with her!!

On the romance side, my life has recently become one huge clusterfuck of confusion.  Since my last blog post, the Friend and I have continued our “courtship”.  We talk everyday after we are done with work, and most days we will hang out, even if the other has plans, we will hang out afterward.  Now, even though we started having sex, we only have sex 2 or 3 times a week, the rest of the time it is like I am just with a good friend.. (ha).  Now the last week has been interesting, with Valentines Day and all.  The night before Valentines Day we were talking about flowers, and I offhandedly mentioned I had never gotten roses from anyone.  So the next night he comes to my house, looking very exasperated.  He told me he looked for 2 hours for flowers for me, but could not find any.. it’s the thought that counts? 

We were supposed to go out that night, but first one of my oldest friends, the Hubby who I have a “future marriage pact” (aka if we are 40 and single, we are getting hitched) with was having a birthday party.  I asked if it was alright to stop by with the Friend, as a friend (gosh this is confusing) and Hubby said no.  He then proceeded to not answer my calls or texts for two hours! When he finally texted me back, he was incredibly angry and rude.  After 2 hours of texting back and forth, the Friend texted the Hubby and told him to stop being rude to me.  Twenty minutes later (at about 1am) the Friend left to go home.  I stopped texting Hubby, and tried to sleep.  At 4:00am the Friend texts me to tell me he JUST got of the phone with the Hubby, who had been arguing with him.  The Friend stuck up for me and defended me when I was upset, which was a really nice thing for him to do.

SO today I was thinking about Miami (the city). I texted Mr. Miami to confirm my arrangements to stay with him for a couple days while I am there.  After texting him I couldn’t stop thinking about how excited I was to see him… and bump uglies again.  I talked to Just Another Girl, who kindly pointed out that I am pretty much in a relationship.  The Friend and I see each other almost every night, talk every day, kiss each other goodbye, and he even called me to chat while I was in California last weekend.  People have referred to him as my boyfriend…. and last time I didn’t correct them.  She gave me good advice, “follow your stronger feeling”.  Now, we would all think my stronger feeling is what I have for the Friend… but blogosphere, after she said that, all I could think about was Mr. Miami and how much I was looking forward to seeing him and spending time with him.  I realized that I am not willing to give that up to exclusively date the Friend.  So what does that mean?  I am going to take her advice, and follow my stronger feeling.  It is not because I think that Mr. Miami and I could be together, it’s the fact that I am not willing to give up another man to be with the Friend.  So now my question is, how do I have an “I don’t want to be in a relationship” talk but keep all the perks.

I guess the saying really is true “You Can’t Have Your Cake and Eat It Too”.  How can I explain that I like the companionship of seeing the Friend everyday, along with the sex, but not want a relationship?  I was really hoping I could put off this conversation but it is obvious that no one can tame (the single) Tiger Lily.

Hasta Lavista bloggers,

Tiger Lily

Did I Just Lasso a Cowboy by Accident?

        So, as promised I decided to stick my neck out there and hunt for some new friends. I accepted a date Saturday night on OkCupid with a boy we will call Urban Cowboy for the simple fact that he is a blend of Hipster meets Metro meets Cowboy from East Texas.  He was excited to show me all of the joys that the UNT (University of Northern Texas) campus had to offer. The result: Fry Street. For my readers back in Minneapolis Fry Street is a way down south version of Dinky-town...but much much better. By this I mean that it is not just the new baby 21 year old's that frequent here. If you are between the ages of 21 to 30, it is safe to assume that you will fit in just fine.
          We planned on meeting up at a bar called Lucky Lou's, which seems to be the favorite bar. The drink prices weren't bad either ;) I walked into the bar and glanced around nervously, praying that I would be able to recognize him. So far everyone in my area was anything but attractive. I decided to grab myself a Vodka and Diet coke (watching my weight for Miami lol) and began talking to the bar tender about the weather. All of a sudden a man taps my shoulder. "Are you ________ (fill in blank with urban cowboy) ?" I stammer as coolly as I can (which doesn't make a whole lot of sense). "That's me." He states and I sigh with a sign of relief because standing in front of me is a very attractive man : )
He's not manly like a stereotypical cowboy is, and he has such a cute boyish face and smile. However the flannel shirt he happens to be wearing increases his southern appearance. We sit in a booth and before I know it we have been talking for almost an hour and a half and the bar is beginning  to fill up fast. He at first is shocked by my non-Fargo the movie- accent, and I am pleasantly surprised that he is very well read and literate. As we weed out our states stereotypes there is one that he falls into that sort of turns me on...he can shoot a gun! Let me clarify for all of you that yes I am against violence, but it has always been a dream of mine to be as bad ass as James Bond and Sydney Bristow (Alias).  He even offered to take me to a range sometime! Yeeehaw!
     As the bar became more and more busy we decided to head to another bar...we got as far as next door. The night got even more eventful as we ran into a few of Urban Cowboy's friends. Things were going great and before I knew it the bar was going into closing mode. He walked me to my car and we said our awkward goodbye's. It is always weird when your wondering if there will be a kiss, or a hug, or a handshake...we went with kiss. And of course being a southern gentlemen, he asked if he could first. :)
      Now all of this seems great, but I wasn't lonely being alone. In fact I loved it. So now what do I do with a great, cute, and sweet cowboy, when I don't really want a man in the first place? Am I being ungrateful? Now that I have lassoed a Cowboy I am beginning to wonder is a cowboy is what I really wanted...or was I just hoping for a friend? I don't know if I am ready to let myself allow someone new into my life. We have plans tomorrow...yes V-day (desperation day). Part of me wants to run, but the other part wants to just relax and have fun.

Southern Support!

Hello bloggers!

So it's the weekend and what's a girl to do in a new place with no friends? Stay at home and watch "Glee" with mom? ..Already tried that.  After about the fifth hour in my mom had to stop me and say it was time for bed. Bed??? at 11:20 P.M? But it's Friday, and I'm 23 years old! Oh God the horrors of having no social life. So in the spirit of so much down time I decided that it was time to improve. "Improve on what?" you might ask, but friends let me tell you that I intend on getting more followers! To do this however I need your help!

Some southern support is in order, so if you know anyone in the state of Texas, send them my way. I also intend on helping this cause by submitting myself to possible social humiliation and awkwardness by going out on my first in person OKCupid date in Dallas. I'm going down to Fry Street which apparently is the "go-to" place for UNT students.

In the other news I also am creating a page on face book. Please like it and I will promise to get you a juicy blog by Monday!

http://www.facebook.com/pages/Just-Another-Girl/178640188911581

Lot's of Love from TX

Just Another Girl

Making Myself At Home

Hey Ya'll!!!
Just Another girl here, reporting from the DFW Metroplex! Not too much has happened quite yet, but I have been busy at work trying to secure a job, workout, and make new friends. Already within three days I have a serving job at a restaurant and a job as a receptionist at a sales office. Maybe I can meet my very own Jim at my grown up office job!

Though my life has been busy and rapidly changing, I feel as though the fun is just about to begin. Right now my best friend here in Dallas seems to be my cat. Hopefully once I start work I can meet some new people to show me the ropes around this place. I could definitely use some directions.

As for back home, Tiger Lily seems to have stumbled into a relationship limbo. In my opinion this is worse than being single or taken. It's that awkward stage where your not in a relationship, but you aren't really single either. To make matters more complicated Miami is coming up soon which of course means another unavoidable encounter with Mr. Miami himself. What is a girl to do?

Mr. Miami on the one hand has the looks, the tickets to Ultra Music Festival, and the sex skills that would blow your mind (well judging by what Tiger Lily has told me), but The Friend isn't temporary, has the looks, and can rock it too.  Though Miami may be just a short term vacation, is he worth losing The Friend over? Technically The Friend and Tiger Lily aren't official and have not had the "are we exclusive" talk, so is sleeping in (with) Miami really that wrong? I sense a Loop Hole that could be utilized, however...my advice has a few possible consequences. It also doesn't help that Miami and The Friend know one another from their hometown. Any advice for Tiger Lily?

until next time,
Just Another Girl.

The Time Has Come!!!

Well everyone the time has come!!! This weekend I am moving to warm and sunny Dallas, Texas!
Though this week may be slow on the blog posts stay tuned for my new updates from my new location!

Also it seems as though Tiger Lily's "Friend" wants a little something more than just the title of Friends With Benefits... So much for simple.

Until Next Time,
Just Another Girl (In Dallas)



To entertain you here are some awesome YouTube Videos I thoroughly enjoy!

The wonderful Jenna Marbles.














This lady cracks me up!!

Shit nobody says..

way better than the other videos. :)

The Friend, with Benefits?

Hello blogosphere, Tiger Lily here!!

Well it has certainly been an interesting couple of weeks since I last posted on here.
Lets start with the ladies!
I FINALLY was able to book some time in the lady-sphere which was much needed as the drought has been quite long.  I went to a friend's birthday party last weekend, and there were a lot of people that I didn't know, so of course I knew it was going to be a fun night.  I was standing downstairs by myself, trying to decide where to mingle, when all of the sudden I heard Tech N9ne playing over the speakers.  Now Tech has always helped me out in a tight spot, and boy, his music can do wonders to help people *ahem* connect.  So the song comes on and, because I am standing by my lonesome, I start rapping along. (With a 45 minute commute everyday, I get quite bored in my car). As I am rapping to myself, probably looking a little bit crazy and a lot a bit weird, a girl walks over to me.  She looks at me and says "wow, you like Tech 9, and you can rap really fast" (HA) so I winked at her a said "thats not the only impressive thing I can do with my tongue".  Needless to say about 20 minutes later me and this little lady were doing things that would make the the Pope wince and hide under his big hat.  It was nice to be with a woman again, as it is more tender and sensual than being with a man.  Hopefully I will see that little firecracker again soon.

Next, we of course, have the Friend.  Now we have been talking every day since my last blog post.  Last weekend I was sick and he came over and made me food and took care of me while I was coughing and covered in boogers, super attractive I know. On Wednesday night we were hanging out, for the third night in a row, when he tried to kiss me.  I stopped him, and asked him why he always felt the need to randomly stop talking to me.  The answer, is something I would rather not post about here, as it is very personal for him, but nonetheless a good enough answer for me.  So we then started hooking up, and before I knew it we were both naked and he was on top of me.  Now, this has happened before but instead of us having sex we end up doing other things.  Well bloggers, I am happy to say that on Wednesday, it FINALLY happened.  After a year of hooking up on and off, we had sex, and let me say, it was definitely worth the wait!  Between the friend and Miami, I'm starting to think that waiting is much better than just "hopping on the horse" right away.  So after Wednesday night the Friend and I woke up, had breakfast together and then went on with our days.  We hung out on Thursday, cuddled, but nothing else happened.  We hung out on Friday, and slept together again.  He made me breakfast on Saturday morning.
Then last night, I went out with Just Another Girl, and the White Knight.  While I was out on the town with my lady, the Friend was at my house, making me chili.  I came home and we ate chili, cuddled, and fell asleep.
Now I am confused.  What do I really want from the Friend? It seems as though sex has not (yet) changed anything in our relationship.. have I truly found a Friend with Benefits who cooks for me, is actually my friend, and someone I can sleep with?  I guess only time will tell and we will see if a friend with benefits relationship can happen sans drama.
Until next time blogosphere,
Tiger Lily

There's a Time and a Place

Hello again and happy Monday.
I hope all of you are recovering from the weekend. I on the other hand had little to recover from. My pocket book is empty, my time is running out, and I have too many things on my to do list. It seems as though my final 10 days in Minnesota will be "Love" free. As boring as that may seem, I am realizing that  there is a time and a place for men. Unfortunately for the bachelors in Minnesota, I am off the market. I guess time will tell when I reach Dallas if a southern gentleman will be able to romance me.

For now I have been focusing on my friends and my career. I attended a very successful gossip girl party the other night in which a few of us girls from work drank wine and watched countless episodes of my favorite guilty pleasure. I also took the day today to pack and finish the final touches to my application to study abroad in London. Things seem to be going on the right track, and with out men in my life I have significantly lessened the drama.

I look at all of my friends going through relationships and breakups and sometimes find myself thinking "Thank God I'm single." It may get lonely at times, but it is also liberating. This is my time to explore the world and do what I want to do. There will be plenty of time for men along the way.
Also did I mention that Tiger Lily and I just booked our flights for spring break!!! Miami here I come. Now all that's left is to get in shape for those skimpy bikinis and cocktail dresses.

Cheer's to the single life and to focusing on what really matters.

-Just Another Girl

Name Your Price

Hello again,
Just Another Girl here. So I hope you tuned in to hear about my interesting night I had. The two glasses of mountain dew and an entire day of sitting around my small apartment made me stir crazy and a bit of an insomniac. Around 3 am I received an email on OK cupid from a 37 year old man. I was going to delete the  message right then and there, but I was bored and had nothing better to do. So I took the time to read his message. The man claimed to be a CEO for a company in Plano, TX. For my MN friends Plano is the richer Wayzata of TX. The place where all the people with money live in the Dallas/ Fort worth area. The poor college student side of me was a bit intrigued. So I began reading his appeal.

This man was recently divorced and was looking for a fun relationship with a younger girl. He said something along the lines of "I want to spoil you, if you'll let me."  Again my boredom got the best of me and I decided to email him back respectfully declining his offer. A few minutes later however I receive a message from him. He wanted to know why I was so reluctant to just grab coffee with him. I simply stated that he was 37 and I was 23. The age difference was clearly something that I wasn't into. He then began to "negotiate". He stated that he had a lot of money and that he would pay me 2K to just go on a date with him. This made me very suspicious. What were the strings attached to this deal? 2k is a lot for someone like me, but the risk and my morals kept my guard up. I declined his offer again, but this man would not give up.  He bumped up his offer to 5K. This time however it would be for more than just a simple date. I began to get a little offended. I wasn't something he could buy, but a part of me was a bit turned on that someone would want to pay FIVE THOUSAND dollars for me. It is a weird feeling when your morals are tested by money. Money I desperately need for student loan and London.

I began to think hard about this, but I could not imagine this could be a good situation. A safe situation. I again told him no and that I was not that kind of girl. He shouldn't have to buy someone's time. He then made one final offer. He would pay me 10K to just give him a chance, and then if things went somewhere he would pay me 1K every time after. At this point London, Pairs, Chanel purses, and  Burberry floated through my mind. I could have more money than I have ever had in my lifetime, for just one night with this guy! It was 4 am at this point and I was aware that any decisions made after 2 am are usually bad ones. So I told him no thank you. He told me to think on it.

A few days later he popped up on my messages again. He asked if I had thought about his offer. I once again told him no.
1. He was 37
2. Not even close to my type
3. My morals would never allow me
4. I didn't know him
5. This was not safe!

He disagreed with me once again that I should just give him a chance. "Couldn't you be some psycho killer?" I asked.  He laughed at that and sent me the website of his company. Sure enough there was his picture on the page and everything seemed legit. Now I was really confused. "Why would you need to pay someone" I asked... Besides his obvious age and appearance. "Because it's kind of a fantasy to finance your trip abroad." He said. Soo guys like being Sugar Daddies? It's some sort of turn on?

This Love for Money thing has me all twisted. Part of you feels extremely guilty that part of you is tempted by the green. It is somehow flattering that you could be worth 10 thousand dollars. Am I a bad person for being intrigued? Now I wont do anything stupid or rash, but 10K isn't something you can just walk away from.

I know a few people in the sex industry and it has always been interesting to me, but the question of whether I could do that...well that has been plaguing my mind.

Help?
Just Another Girl.

Tiger Lily takes over

 Hello all!! Since Just another girl is taking a long, much needed break from men, I figured it was time once again to fill all of you in on my life :)

Lets first catch up on the flames I last told you about.  Right after my last post in November, the Friend again disappeared from my life, just stopped returning my calls and texts.  I talked to a mutual friend of ours who told me he one day said "I have to stop talking to Tiger Lily" and that was it.  Was it something I did?  Maybe it was because I brought up the fact that we have never had sex, or maybe he met someone else.  As they say, "If you are getting mixed signals, it usually means someone else in in the mix".
The Pimp and my Turkish Delight did not work out as I had hoped, especially the Pimp.  After trying to get together for 2 weeks, he texted me one night saying "Okay, we should just get together and fuck". To which I obviously replied "Uhh no thank you, I have self respect".  He asked me out to dinner but I declined, not a man I want to get to know.  I went on a date with REM, the man from my work, but as it turns out he had no opinions about anything, and for an opinionated girl like myself, this will not fly, I need someone who will push back and who actually stands up for themselves!!

So I was ready to just give up on men and focus on women, when over the holidays one of my oldest friends, we can call him Miami, contacted me.  We have known each other for six years, and let me just put it out there, I wanted to have sex with him the first time I met him, 6 years ago.  Four years ago he moved away to Miami, and we get together every time he comes into town.  This time, we went out to dinner and Dave and Busters, I was determined to make something happen.  After dinner and some games, he asked me if I wanted to come back to his place and watch a movie.  Now, at the age of 22, we all know what "watch a movie" means, so obviously I accepted his invitation. We got back to his place and he put in a horror movie and sat on the couch.
We started watching the movie and he started to inch closer to me until we were holding hands.  Now, for me, Miami has always been my unattainable school girl fantasy, so the thoughts going through my head were along the lines of "holy shit, this is actually going to happen, fuck yeah".  He gently grabbed my face and kissed me.  It was everything I had hoped it would be.  We continued to hook up and ended up having sex.  Afterwards we cuddled and restarted the movie, as we missed the majority of it. We hooked up again then finally finished the movie, and I went home at the ripe hour of 4am in bliss.  Every night after that for the next 5 nights we would get together and "watch a movie".  Then New Years Eve came.  We ended up at the same concert and I found him in the crowd at 11:45pm.  We started chatting then the countdown started.  When the countdown got to "0" I turned to him and as balloons and confetti fell from the ceiling we kissed.  It felt like my life was a movie, and I could not have been happier....but he got on a plane the next day to go back to Florida.  It was the perfect week, mind-blowing sex topped off with a movie-quality New Years Eve. I am going to Southbeach with Just Another Girl and another friend of ours in March, and am looking forward to seeing Miami again.

After Miami left, I was perfectly contented to again focus on the ladies, and out of the blue last week I get a call from who else, but the Friend.  He says he misses me and wants to hang out.  We hung out last weekend in a group which was fine.  I dropped him off and as we hugged he kissed my cheek.  He has called me every day since and just asked me out on Friday.  What is this guy's deal???! I am going to get the the bottom of it before he gets anywhere near my belt buckle.

I have been on the prowl for ladies, but keep getting distracted by all these men.  Hopefully by my next post, I will have a lady to be updating you on!

Lots of love to the blogosphere
Tiger Lily

Can't a Woman Get a Free Drink Anymore?

This is a true story, a sad true story.  About a year ago I was at a local bar with Miss Tiger Lily and we were out on the patio enjoying the warm summer air. She lit a cigarette and we began chatting about men or something. Along comes this cute guy asking if he could bum a few cigarettes. I jokingly state that perhaps we should do a trade off and he could buy my friend a drink. He seems to contemplate this for a few moments, then shakes his head and says never mind.

Since when has buying a woman a drink become old fashioned? Has chivalry all but gone extinct? I was walking into the mall the other day and the man ahead of me could not spare 2 seconds to hold open the door. Instead I got hit smack in the face by the swinging door. This really infuriated me. Everyone, man or woman should at least hold the door open! Are good manners and romancing dead? It's an everyone for himself kind of world, and if a man even buys us dinner we feel as though we now owe him something in return.

I will state that any man that buys me a drink at least gets a shot at conversation with me. But is conversation enough for men these days? Especially in a bar atmosphere? Maybe men are now realizing they don't have to spend a buck to get a bang. Then whose fault is it? The girls that use men for drinks? The men who aren't willing to wait for a quality girl? The lazy Bro's that can't take the time to be a gentleman?  Maybe the problem is that I am dating the wrong generation? But is older necessarily better? These are a lot of questions that I still have no answer for.

Really men a rail is 3 to 4 dollars at a bar. I am not asking for much, but a little effort would be nice instead of you just sneaking in and grinding up on me. Don't think of buying a drink for a woman as an automatic in, but rather an ice breaker. Now get out there and play the game.

"99 Problems"

Well, how should I begin? Transitional periods in your life are a bitch. You clumsily fumble your way through it. Transition is the state in which I am at in my life right now, and of the billion things that are changing in my life none of my problems deal with men and dating. (That's a first). You may wonder if I have given up on the blog entirely. The answer is no. However for a while I had decided to give up on everything. I have never felt so lost when I had no desire to even try at life. 

Everyone says that I should be happy and excited for my move down south to Texas. Believe me, a part of me is ecstatic to begin a new chapter to my life. Sadly life changing decisions and people are not as simple as being happy. I am filled with fear, anxiety, and sadness. Minnesota has been my home for my entire life. I have an amazing group of friends here and a life and reputation that I have worked my ass off to achieve. For a few weeks I sat in my apartment alone. I believe it was my attempt at slowly dissociating myself to those I love. Part of me wants to push my friends away in hope of making leaving them easier. I stopped dating men because I began to wonder what the point of it was. Frankly I was hoping no one would give me a reason to stay. That window of opportunity had closed where I was hopping for Mr. Right to yell "Don't get on the plane".  Well technically in my case it would be "Don't get in that moving truck". 

After a few weeks of hiding out indoors and not answering my phone, I came to wake up to the sad realization that I couldn't leave Minneapolis like this. Tiger Lily and Mary Jane pulled me out of my state of depression as well as a surprising heroic appearance by the White Knight. 

The White Knight reminded me how special I truly was to him. Even though we both know now that our break up was the right decision, we will always be special to one another. As heartbreaking as it is to acknowledge that something isn't working out, it opens our eyes to other possibilities. I am not pretending that I am ready to go out a date again, but someday I'll find someone that fits just perfectly. Till then I am not worrying about love. As Jay-Z would say "I've got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one." 

I have so much to explore and learn that I have made the decision to really go out and see the world for myself. This is the time for self-reflection and I plan on bringing my readers with me. We will start with Texas and then London, and then the world.  Alone doesn't have to be lonely.