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

No Going Back

There has been a strange turn of events lately and the climax of it all happened tonight.

I've been harboring this feeling all week. I've been searching for something to make me feel better. But feel better about what? I went over to The White Knight's house in search of what that something was. Or maybe hope to fill this void that I can't fill. We went into his bedroom and laid ourselves down in his bed and it all just felt so familiar. And then we began kissing like we used to do and it felt so old. It felt like nothing. I kept kissing him, kept searching him for something, some spark, some feeling. But there wasn't anything. It felt different. Things had changed. I kept grasping for something and I just turned up empty handed. I stopped suddenly and asked if we could talk. Suddenly I was spilling my guts out about other men or lack of men. I was trying to put words to my feelings and all that was coming out was nothing. I think the theme that I am seeing here is nothing.

He asked me to stay and to spend then night, but as I lay there tears kept streaming down my cheeks. I felt this overwhelming feeling of loss. Nothing felt right at all. I had to get out. I lay there until he fell asleep and slowly made my way to the door. I kissed him goodbye and knew there was no going back.

This is what I wanted isn't it? This is what I had wished and prayed for, then why does it feel so bad? I thought moving on was supposed to be liberating and exciting, instead its heartbreaking in its own right.
Where do I go from here? Can I still be friends with The Knight? Will I still want to be now that all the glitz and glamour of love have faded? Who is The Knight now that I can see past my infatuation? So many questions and yet no answers. All that I feel is lost and empty.

Rainy Days

Well it's raining today and I have absolutely nothing or no one to do. I had a blind date set up for the night, he is a country singer and a friend of a friend, however I am still waiting to hear from him via text message. I am strangely relieved however for two reasons. #1 I have never been on a blind date and the whole thought of it makes me queasy and #2 I have never been a huge fan of Cowboys. But after going on dates with so many assholes for so long I decided maybe just maybe a southern gentleman was just what the date doctor ordered. Though don't southern gentlemen actually return your call? Or better yet don't they come to call on you?

I think the thing that irks me the most about this whole situation is that he is so not my type, and yet I put myself out there and made myself available and now I'm the one being somewhat stood up. Strange.

On a side note, at least I am moving on to a good phase, which  is that I am ready and willing to start dating other blokes. Not with the intention of disarming The White Knight who lately has started to fade into grey. : )

All is not lost. I have a date with a tall and handsome man on  Thursday evening and that is proving to be much more promising.

Until Next Time,
Just Another Girl.

Who didn't watch this show? Classic and Classy. 

Night on the (Up) Town

Finally an eventful night in my string of disappointment! I'm sure you are glad too! Well sorry to add a new character to the group, but this lady is very important to the story that I am about to unfold. Madison, a long time friend and most likely one of the best wing woman you will meet, decided to take me on the prowl for some of the (as of lately) elusive male species. We began our night with friends and cocktails at Rudolf’s. Tiger Lilly alas could not join in the hunt due to her more grown up obligations, but Madison and I did very well I must say as partners in the dating jungle that is Uptown.

One thing about uptown is that it is a great watering hole for picking up men and numbers. The outdoor patios and relaxed atmosphere make it the perfect place to mix and mingle while still having the privacy of keeping to yourself if you so wish. We began our night trying to lasso a cowboy, but instead we roped in a creeper. He found us a table and our tired legs could not resist. All was fine until he actually started talking... or not talking should I say? The conversation was littered with pregnant pauses and Madison and me wandering our gazes to far more desirable men. Finally enough was enough of his awkward interactions and we made up our alibi to get us the hell out of there. On our way out of the bar who should we meet, but creepers Ex-roomies. Evidently they had chosen to ditch him as well. We chatted with them for quite sometime and it was the perfect combo of good conversation without all of the added romantic pressure. We bid them adieu after awhile knowing that there was plenty of other fish to be had and decided to make our way to Stella’s Fish Cafe.  On the way up the 72 stairs to "Patio heaven" we stumbled upon two army/firefighters. They were good looking fellas, however probably out of my age range. One of the men who had his sights focused on me was showing his buddy from out of state around Minneapolis. They offered us oysters which are supposedly a natural aphrodisiac... yet their powers still have yet to take hold on me. We engaged in a wide array of topics and ended up having a pretty good time. They weren't sleezeballs and they weren't out to get ass, which was refreshing. The man I was talking to made me feel intelligent and valuable, rather than just some piece of meat he was trying to get at.

Eventually we parted ways and Madison and I walked home alone. It was the perfect night. Even though we may not have caught any prey, we did catch a few numbers and honestly the attention was all I was really searching for anyways.

Until Next Time,
Just another Girl (Proving that flirting can be just as fun as taking someone home. )

LATE BREAKING NEWS.........

MEN DO NOT, I REPEAT DO NOT DO THIS.

Well today Madison had an interesting suprise, Mr. Creeper from cowboy slims decided to show up at her place of work and ask for her phone number. Desperate? I think yes.