TWO DATES....WHAT'S A GIRL TO DO!

Hopefully have a hell of a good time. But if history repeats itself, I'll probably want to throw myself in front of a train by the end of the weekend.

Date one, tonight I think, is with the Toyota repair guy. Which if you ask me could come in very handy since I drive a Toyota Corolla that needs some repairs. Think I could suggest that as a first date or do I really have to wait, at least for the third date. You know, on the third dates, guys are expecting to have sex (personally I don't have a magic number but feelings have to be involved...can you have feelings on the third date). But, anyways, think I could flirt and say that I think it's really sexy to watch a guy work on my car and get my car fixed?????
If I'm being honest, I'm kind of nervous to meet this guy. I've really liked talking to him on the phone. We've done it enough, about 2 hours every other night for the past two weeks. I finally had to ask him out. Apparantly, he was getting to it but is just a little slow. Which means that he needs to chose the place because I was made to be ungirly and ask him out. I think we're supposed to go out tonight. We made tentative plans but nothing set in stone. I was talking to him on Wednesday but I think I fell asleep while talking to him. Today he left me a message while on his lunch break apologizing for not calling me on Thursday and that he would call me when he got off work. So, I'm thinking we still have plans, who knows? I'm actually hoping it goes well but......as I said....who knows?

Date #2: The anethesiologist (still not sure about spelling). Spoke to him once on the phone and then he emailed me about going out for coffee. We're meeting tomorrow afternoon for coffee. I'm so not sure about this guy. He's self-proclaimed high-maintenance. He doesn't wear jeans, won't leave the house in sweats, gets weekly massages and manicures, plus won't go out to eat in dives. I don't think we're going to get along. I've been known to go to the grocery store in my pajama's to get creamer in the morning. I'm a jeans kind of girl. I bite my nails. I AM NOT HIGH-MAINTENANCE! This should be interesting!

So that's my weekend dates. I'll fill you in after the weekend! We'll see! If not, the jewish convent is accepting applications!!!

THE BIG THREE'S

Ok! I've got nothing. Maybe I'll have more this weekend after a date with the Toyota guy and the anethesiologist (is that even how you spell it. So, I stole this from

Blonde

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3 Names U go By:
Cosmopolgirl, Mich-mosh, 'Chell

3 Screen Names U Have Had:
Cosmopolgirl, csmopolgrl, and a screen name that contains my name

3 Things U Like about Yourself:
hmmm......my eyes, i'm fun, and i'm sweet

3 Things U Don't Like about Yourself:
my weight, my big bootie, and that i take things way too personal

3 Parts of Your Heritage:
Jewish, latvian, and american

3 Things that Scare U:
BLOOD, BLOOD, AND that I'm going to fall down the steps, break my leg and nobody finds me for days

3 of Your Everyday Essentials:
music, body lotion and a cup of coffee

3 Things U are Wearing Right Now
a tank top, a blanket and my laptop in my lap (does that count?)

3 of Your Favorite Bands or Musical Artists:
Bon Jovi, Maroon 5 and lately, Michael Buble

3 of Your Favorite Songs:
Somethings Got To Give - LeeAnn Rhimes
Secret - Maroon 5
I Want To Home - Michael Buble

3 Things U Want to Try in the Next 12 Months:
ygoa, a dance class, and swimming with dolphins

3 Things You Want in a Relationship:
humor, honesty and passion

3 Things about the Same Sex that Appeal to U:
kindness, softness, and stregnth

3 Things U Just Cannot Do:
lift my left arm over my head (medical issue), hand stand, and hit somebody

3 of Your Favorite Hobbies:
drinking, reading and yacking with friends

3 Things U Want to do Really Bad Right Now:
sex, sleep and warm up (house is freezing)

3 Careers U are Considering:
running my own business helping children and families with autism, motherhood, and being a rich guys mistress

3 Places You Want to Go on Vacation:
any place with a beach

3 Kid's Names:
none for me but when I do: Madeline (my favorite), Gabrielle, and Austin

3 Things U Want to Do Before U Die:
fall in love, have a baby and have sex in a totally illegal place

3 Ways U are Stereotypically a Boy:
I love to hang out in bum clothes, i'm a slob and i bite my nails

3 Ways U are Stereotypically a Chick:
I'm obsessed with shoes and pocketbooks, i can cry at the drop of a hat and I love to get pedicures

That's it all about me! I'll post more this weekend

THE UN-WOW FACTOR

I think I'm finally realizing what my funk has been about. Nothing has made me go wow in my life.

FOR EXAMPLE
1. Birthday blah's- my birthday is coming up in a few weeks. I'll be 31. I know, I know, 31 is not old but I hate birthdays. They always put me in a funk, especially knowing that my life is not where I thought it would be.

2. Financial - I'm in a financial slump. No, I'm no where near being homeless and that would never happen. I always have my family to fall back upon and I had to this year. There was just too much going, financially, on and I borrow money from Daddy so I wouldn't end up owing the IRS triple in interest. By now, I shouldn't have to fall back on daddy. I swore after I graduated from grad school and after my first year teaching where I fell onto hard times and had to borrow money from daddy, that I would never do it again. I needed too do it and I did. However, I shouldn't have to anymore and it makes me feel like shit!

3. Personal life - well you read this blog (or if not, read the archives). I sick and tired of going on bad first dates that never lead anywhere!

4. work - I love what I do but my company is partly responsible for my financial crisis and I'm bitter. I'm trying to get over it because, like I said, I love what I do but it's hard! I admit it! I resent them!

5. Pets - My one cat who was in a crate because she wouldn't use the litter box, escaped from the crate and was being so friendly that I didn't want to put her back in the crate. She wasn't using her litter box but I have another cat with a seperate litter box so I thought maybe she was using his. This weekend, due to complete boredom, I was cleaning (yeah...shocker, shocker). I have a huge bag filled with scrap booking stuff (I love to do just don't take enough pictures to actually do it). The bag of stuff is worth about $70, I would assume. I think the kit was about $150 but I've used some. The bag was, apparantly, used as a giant little box! Into the garbage all that stuff went. Guess who's back in her crate???

Other - well, there is no other! Nothing is going on!

So that's my life. Nothing is making me go wow, I'm hoping to find something soon! I'm sure everyone I know is hoping I get out of my funk soon too! The plus side, you no longer have to duck, I'm not angry, just very un-wowed and blah!
Hopefully I'll have some happiness soon!

LONG LIVE THE QUEEN OF HOLDING HER TONGUE

All hail the Queen! That's what I am, the queen of holding her tongue! I am in a horrible mood. I've been in a horrible mood all week. Everybody knows it! It's not like I've been hiding it. I've warned everyone.

So, why does everyone feel the need to piss me off. You've all been warned! Every where I turn someone has been saying that something to piss me off. The thing is everyone has been saying things that I could make a smart ass comment back to them. Things that would hurt their feelings so I've holding my tongue. I counted, five people either im'ed me, emailed me, spoke to me or call me with a shitty comment. Comments that have annoyed me to the point where I've wanted to respond and in the mood I've been in, the responses wouldn't be nice. But I've held my tongue. I've been nice, ignored, or have exited the conversation quickly. I'm going with the theory that I'm just being overly sensitive and that I'm not, in normal moods, a doormat that most people just walk all over. Well, hopefully my shit mood will lift soon and I'll find out!!

DREAMS

He stands in front of her, so close that she can feel his heart beating through his chest. Finally, she thinks, he finally going to kiss her. He slowly moves that piece of hair out of her face, the one that just won't stop falling. As he's moving the hair, his fingertips gently brush her cheek. She feels her knees buckle, not sure how long she can handle this moment, how long she can remain standing before her knees collapse from the pure exileration of the moment that she's been waiting years for. He moves his face closer to hers, she can feel his warm breath on her lips. She feels her breath catch. It feels like this is the last breath she is ever going to take. He moves closer, she knows it's coming, finally she's going to feel his lips on hers. Never before has the expectation of a mere kiss made her feel so alive. And then.......

She wakes up and comes to the conclusion that she needs to give up this fantasy because it's all it's ever going to stay as. A fantasy that will never become reality and it's time to move on and find something that is going to make her feel alive, as alive as this dream makes her feel.

POOR POOR PITIFUL ME

Just an fyi before you start reading, this is a pity post for me, so if you don't feel like listening to it, come back at another time. Frankly, it's my blog and I'll blog what I want to.
It's all about poor, poor, pitiful me and I am being literal. I have no idea what I'm going to do. The hits just keep on rolling. I owe TONS of money to Uncle Sam. Trust me, if you think your owings are bad, compared to mine, you owe nothing!!!
Then last week, my front cap that I got when I was 12 when I fell flat on my face going up concrete steps my first year at sleep-away camp, fell out. I now owe big bucks in two weeks when they put the permanent cap in.
Then to top it all off, a dent and scratch show up on the side of my car. When I called Geico they told me to make a police report. The police said it doesn't look like it was hit but that it was intentionally done. So some idiot damaged my car and I still have to pay the damm deductible. Needless to say the hits just keep on rolling!!
So now I'm poor and need to save up some money. I am not allowed to go out for dinner. I cannot go out for cosmopolitans! No shoe shopping! I am just going to have to stay home and twiddle my thumbs!! This sucks!! I'm going to be so bored! Life sucks! Like I said, it's all about poor, poor, pitiful me!! Ok, I'm off to go wallow in self pity! Talk to you soon.

Another fyi: funny, peppy, cheery, cosmopolgirl will be back, I promise!!

ANOTHER NIGHT OF TORTURE A.K.A. - The date with the jackass of a title attorney.

Why do I put myself through this type of torture? So, I went out tonight with the Title Attorney. We met at the Cheesecake Factory. He brought me a present. A card that shows whether you should hit or stand during blackjack since I had talked to him on my way home from Atlantic City. We had talked about my dad teaching me to play blackjack. He got me this card so I wouldn't make stupid bets and so I wouldn't get beat up for making stupid hits. I thought it was sweet and he was joking abut him beating up/acting rude to people who made what he considered stupid bets. BOY WAS I WRONG!!
Cheesecake Factory was a two hour wait so we walked over to Capital City Brewing Company. He starts talking about going to an Orioles game on Friday. So I ask him who they were playing and he responded that he didn't care and asked me if I was a fan. I explained that I root for the Orioles when the Yankee's aren't playing. He proceeded to tell me that he throws peanuts at people who root for the enemy team. (OK) He then proceeds to tell me about some Maryland kid who went to Duke to play basketball and when Duke came to Maryland, his mother, a native Marylander, went to the game and rooted for her son. This woman, apparantly, got hit in the head with a water bottle and suffered a concussion. This guy thought she desearved brain damage and not just a concussion for rooting for Duke in Maryland. (Can we say jackass?).
He then went on to talk about teachers being able to use corpral punishment. children should be on leashes, social workers are bleeding hearts. It was just one shitty comment after another. He also used a whole bunch of yiddish terms, that I have to admit I'm not 100% sure what they mean...I'll have to ask Independent Girl on Monday, but I don't think they are meant to be used nicely. At one point, I really just wanted to ask him if there was anybody he liked. He just kept making these horrible generalizations about people. It was awful!
Normally on bad dates I talk too much. Ok, I'll admit it, normally, in general, I talk to much. This date, I barely said a word. I was just too much in shock by what was flying out of this guys mouth.

***Note to self, when going on these dates, make sure you go someplace where you don't have to pay for parking! There is no reason I should have to shell out any money to be tortured!***