Peek a Boo!

Sorry I've been MIA. I've just been playing hide n seek and obviously I hide way too well for your liking. I'll try not to take that long to show myself again, but no promises. 

I'm guessing you're wondering if I have ever had a run in with Mister White Shirt... and well here's the story: I haven't, the end. I still think about him every now and then, just wondering if he is still so lonely in this however many billion people world. I did find out that Tyler had just met moneybags Dave that night. Dave told me himself that he had no idea who he was, but looked like he needed a friend. 

Yes, I still talk to old man Dave. I've even had "afternoon delight" with him. Get your mind outta the gutter, we just went to lunch and had a few drinks. Okay, Okay, okay we went back to his place AFTER lunch. I was starving. (FOR FOOD!) I didn't have any intentions of ACTUALLY hooking up with him, but we did... twice! He's a talker during sex... he's just a talker all the time really. He seems to always have on those chatty pants of his. He is also a complientmenter. I guess that's not the WORST thing in the world, but it can be when he tells all his business and plans with other females, THEN asks, "do you mind being a booty call every now and then?" WHAT HAS THIS WORLD COME TO?! Yes, we hooked up after really only knowing each other one night, but that's better then some. Again, I know I deserved that question, but I didn't think grown ass men still ASK that. A couple of my best friends and I took my son to his first Texas Rangers game last week to kick off Independence Day weekend. I knew Dave was suppose to be there from him chatting it up in bed, so I figured I could get a few drinks outta him. Don't judge me, you and I both know that you'd do the same thing if you knew how generous Dave is. The heffer never texted back. Then BLEW my phone up AFTER the game asking a million and one questions, plus the infamous, "Can you come over?" By this time it was 2:30 in the MORNING, NO I am not going to be a booty call when you could NOT answer my text at the game. Dave is just so chivalrous and texted the next couple days. Fridays are my early days, which he is very well aware of, but this Friday I was going out of town and still going to punish him for NOT responding to my text on Wednesday. Call me a brat, immature, whatever you want, but if you were getting the texts I was from him, then you'd understand completely! I didn't hear from Mr. I throw money around like there aren't poor people on the streets I could help all weekend; GREAT! He texted me yesterday asking how I was and all that crummy small talk bs. I can't really stand small talk. If we don't have anything to really talk about, then just don't text me. He finally made his way up to that damn question. You know the..."When are you going to come by?" question. "NEVER!" is the text I want to send, but I don't want the chance of running into him and be on bad terms, if you know what I mean. Yes, I am slightly a gold digger, but not intentionally. I just know that he is willing to spend money on me and any of my friends if he sees me out. I am more of an opportunist than gold digger..I see the opportunity to have things paid for by someone that only has himself to worry about and take advantage of the opportunity. 

While Dave is over here with his booty call wanna be sessions, I have my exes to deal with. YES, multiple. I don't normally have relationships like I've said before, but outta the few that I have had, I have exes that linger around. (Not completely a bad thing). I dated this handsome fella, well now a couple years ago, and we worked together at the time. It was dandy until we broke up. I then remembered why I never date co-workers. It's always gotta be a rule for relationships, like rule number 3 or something. Anywho, we will just call him Princess Phillip. He is more of a diva then me. Well, maybe one day I'll just go into all kinds of details about our tragic relationship. It's one for the books, that IS for sure, but for now all you need to know is he is THE most diva confused father of three planner that pretty much shattered my heart to remind me why I do NOT do relationships in the first place. Good job, asshole. He texted me this weekend while I was enjoying seeing all my family at our typical Fourth of July shindig at the lake. He was fishing for information on my whereabouts as if he wanted me to join him in his Saturday outing to the club. I'm more of a bar type then a club type. Then proceeded to ask me to a movie on Sunday when I returned back the DFW area. I contemplated it, free movie, probably kissing cause we seem to always manage to do that, and possibly even ANSWERS to WHAT THE HELL DOES HE WANT FROM ME?! I didn't go and even better reason I didn't go is because he has/had a girlfriend. He was asking ME for relationship advice about him and his girl! REALLY? Ask your brother or mom or baby mommas, but your ex girlfriend that you know will always have feelings for you? He proves that men really do not think before the speak. Yes, I'm the idiot that actually gives advice because I'm oh so talented at separating friendship from feelings over the phone, but not in person. I'm working on the in person thing. In the end he has decided to break up with her because she is making him choose between her or his kids. I don't even know her, but she deserves to be hit over the head with a skillet or something like in the Golden Corral commercials  While you're at it, hit Sir Phillip over the head as well because one he didn't end things right when she asked that and two because HE PLANS BREAKUPS  Yes, you read that right... he is SIR DOUCHE BAG PHILLIP. I mean all the guys must drop to their knees when they see him because only douchers plan breakups and he admits to his so he must be King of the douchers of the world.

I know I said I'm dealing with multiple exes, which I am, but the other will have to wait. I've always got some kinda story to share with you readers. I've also decided I'm going to turn all these skanky posts into a novel. A novel with more luscious details that'll give you a feeling of being on cloud 9. I might even get so creative to expand it into NOVELS and leave everyone wanting more. Soon 50 shades of Grey will become the past and Blappin It will become the next big thing because it'll be a mixture of fantasy with reality that ordinary people who don't claim to be ordinary can sink into. 

Cheers to Longest Day of the Year!

I'm suppose to be going out tonight with Tash and it's the "longest day of the year." GREAT! 

I have no idea where we are suppose to go, what we are suppose to get into, or who we are even suppose to be meeting EXCEPT go to a party or something. Sounds very high school-ish and I graduated 4 years ago. I think maybe a drive by or something, I'll just stick my head out and say hi and keep going. I rather mingle with some fellas at a bar. 

Since last Friday I have not heard from Mr. White Shirt, but have remained in contact with Dave. Good Ol' Dave. Money bags Dave. Whatever you want to associate him as, yes we have talked and he has invited me to join him for movies at his place, but we all know what that truly means (come over to mingle with each other). I'm not down for THAT cause. I will find out what D is doing tonight and might join them for a little bit, maybe even run into officer white shirt, who knows! But probably not, my luck is as lucky as freaky friday! Oh fug! Did I just JINX myself??! Friday. Freaky. All together. NO! 

Well I did check my POF account today. Random. I can't figure out how to delete that stupid thing. It was all for humor with the gals, then finding mister Romeo. While checking the abundance of messages I had, not really - POF deletes them after you haven't a month or something, I notice a slightly handsome fella messaged me. I checked out his profile and SAND VOLLEYBALL was on there. I think we were destined to be at least friends. Volleyball it's my weakness like guys with sea foam green eyes. I messaged back and he is a SMART ASS! I told myself even if we aren't something then we are at least friends. Smart ass & volleyball we have PLENTY to talk about and at least joke about too. We chatted and thinking I'm a naive "white girl" who doesn't know who geography, we discovered we have more in common then jokes and our favorite sport... PEOPLE. Can you believe that?! I told you FREAKY FRIDAY! Never fails. 

Well Mr. POF actually went to the same high school I did. Graduated before I even made it to Freshman year there, but never the less knows two very significant people in my life, My brother and Drew. Drew was always around growing up and was/is my brother best friend / bro whatever you want to call it, but I talk to him more then my brother does. I talk to Drew everyday for the most part. Anyways... POF knows MY BROTHER! How is this going to go? I have no idea, but it sounds like a wonderful time to me. Technically not one of my brothers friend that I have known for years or have ever even met in person that I know of. It's something new and a new chance for me to establish new friendships and relationships with people. 

I know I sound like a hopeless romantic looking for love in all the wrong places or that I fall easy for EVERY guy, but that is NOT the case. I promise. I am the ONE person that will RUN as quickly as I tease. I don't do relationships and if I do, HOLD YOUR BREATH because generally it's not for long... you won't die. Promise. 

Friday night out!

So I'm a single mom. That means I hardly have time to have a social life of any sort or even get to act like I'm 22. You'd think that I'd want to be looking for "Mr.Right," but that is definitely not ME. Me and relationships have never had a mutual agreement on how we want to ever be together. I either fall the ones that are in love with themselves, have a list of issues that I just want to fix, or you know of course are taken. I should just try to be with one that actually loves me or cares about me, but that's frightening. 

***CAUTION... DON'T READ IF YOU'RE JUST GOING TO JUDGE...IT'S NOT BIBLE RIGHT!***

Well, I went out Friday night. My best friend was in town and I had been up since 5:30 that morning. When 8 O'Clock in the evening rolled around, we both were worn out. Yes... I know... we sound like grandmas. We went to the famous Chili's for dinner and a couple drinks, since my mom had already agreed to watch my son for the evening. You've got to take advantage of free babysitting when it's offered. So we enjoyed our time together at Chilis and were leaving around the same time the group was at the bar. They were pretty tipsy, but seemed like a fun crowd to be apart of. As we were walking to Mads turquoise Jeep, the two ladies that were at the bar with the four fellas stopped us and invited us to be part of their crowd for the rest of the evening at another bar. We jumped at the offer and joined them at a bar we never even knew existed about eight minutes from our houses.

We show up to this small quaint bar and gaze around. Trish offers us drinks and orders them, but this fella standing up against the bar with his muscle man arms and tight v-neck white shirt stopped her and asked for our IDs. Trish laughed and asked in her worked up Chicago accent, "who are YOU? an OFFICER or something? THESE are MY daughters. They're fine!" From then on, mister white shirt became mister officer white shirt. We grabbed the largest table excluding the bar and pulled up six chairs around it. Trish was calling her fling, Dave over to introduce us and Officer White Shirt was at the bar with who we presumed is his wife due to catching a glimpse of his titanium wedding band with a couple diamonds in it. We all were joking and just "cutting the shit" together about everything under the sun. Our nanny Ashley was all caked up with her bue Jeff, who I til this day didn't get the BEST vibe from, but anyways. 

All of a sudden, bartender from Chili's arrived and I will admit that he DOES clean up very nice with his girlfriend. I believe she also works at Chili's cause I remember her face. I don't get faces, sometimes names, but that's rare. All the fellas decided that foosball was on the "to-do list" and got games going throughout the group. Mads and I never got the chance, but that's okay. We had plenty of enjoyment watching them, watching others around the bar, slamming back drinks, FREE drinks, and chit chatting with Trish. Officer white shirt was introduced to us by Dave as Tyler, but that was once he was solo. Yes, he stayed and his wife went home. Ashley made her way back over to the table and she did NOT look too HOT. We asked and she said NO. She then... disappeared, and SHOTS lots of SHOTS appeared on the table. Dave had brought over Rumplemintz for EVERYONE. My best friend was scared! That hardly happens, but I remember being the same way the first time I ever had one (my 21st birthday). She hated it, they weren't my favorite, but everyone sure as hell had freshly brushed teeth breath. We then went on a scavenger hunt for Ashley and found her locked in the bathroom stall. Nanny was dones-o. After about 45 mins of trying to get her to the car and out of the muggy bathroom, Officer White Shirt and Trish came out with her. They got her to the car and in the meantime, Jeff was trying to order more SHOTS! I was livid and ready to kick his ass. I could feel my blood a boiling and everyone knew I was about to snap on him, which I did in the parking lot. Man, if I EVER need a QUICK sober up, that's how to do it. I was so sober that I could see straight and say my abc's backwards if need be. Jeff, Dean, Tyler, Trish, myself, and Ashley were all outside by her car trying to figure out what the plans were for getting Ashley home and I could tell Mr. Jackass Jeff had other plans in mind. He wasn't worried about her, but about getting back to Chili's to his car. I had to explain that to EVERYONE there. Then I snapped on him, and I don't even really know these people, but I know fellas like him and he is not one to trust. Tyler cleared a path for them to get back & went inside. I followed to try to calm down, but my best friend offered up her keys to allow me to drive her home. Dave tried to grab me because he could tell how furious I was and Tyler just looked at me and said be careful. I went to offer up my service to drive this innocent gal home, but they were denied. I looked at Trish and told her that she would regret it tomorrow morning. (I still haven't asked if she did.) I returned inside and Dave had ordered me a drink and my best friend waited for me. 

Finally calming down, we all chatted and joked about whatever popped up. I got caught up talking with Tyler about different things and questioning his marriage, which he agreed he was for only TWO months. Trish, Mads, and myself were just talking and laughing about anything when I said I wanted to just taste Officer White Shirt's lips regardless of his short marriage. He was in the middle of a talk with some unknown person and I cut in and told him what was about to happen, and he dove in before I did. (I feel like a 12 year old talking about her first kiss.) I can remember his lips pressed against mine and then his free hand grasping hold of the back of my head and only pulling me into him closer. That quick I'm assuming not even minute kiss had us both a little light headed due to receiving the unexpected. I could hear the ladies at the table cheering us on and Dave a little shocked to see his married pal actually following through on his flirtation. We both went our separate ways, mine to the table with the ladies, Dave, and Dean, and his outside. By this time the bar was creeping up on closing time and none of us were ready to let the party die. We moved our table to the bar and I was standing in between a seated best friend and a wasted Dave propped against the bar. Dave was tabbing everyone out after his already tabbed out $200 on his card. I tried to help him with his money, which he finally realized I wasn't trying to steal it and allowed me too. I went outside to chat with mister Retiring Army Tyler and EVERYONE followed. We had decided that we were going to go eat after I took Dean back to his hotel. 

Tyler wanted Taco Cabana and my best friend wanted IHop, so we went to Ihop. Dave promised me to meet us there and Tyler was going to drive them there. We dropped Dean off and I was about to piss all over myself so Trish and myself along with Dean made our way up to his hotel room. I peed, she layed down on the bed. I think she was wanting to get it in, but Dean kicked us out. We returned back to my best friends  car where she and this random fella named Nate were waiting. No one knew where he had come from, but somehow we were stuck with him. We arrive at Ihop where the guys are waiting for us. We make our way inside and they put us in the VERY back corner because Tyler is over here talking to the security guard about dine and dashing! I wasn't hungry, but sure as hell wanted some water. I sat in between Tyler and Dave once he managed to leave his pick up geek squad at a table nearby. Tyler and I had began our own conversation and I believe both of us were starting to sober up pretty well. The drunkies were definitely gorging themselves in their breakfast and conversation. Mads called me and told me she was ready to go since it was already 3:30 SATURDAY MORNING. I told her to wait so I could continue my in depth conversation with Tyler. It wasn't an ordinary I picked you up at the bar lets just talk and flirt and I am gonna take you home type of conversation, but a very heart to heart conversation that you only have with your best friend or something. I had a connection with him, and I believe he did too, but I'm not sure. We were in the middle of a sentence when Dave SNAPPED on this Nate fella. I then became the smushed meat in between Ty holding back Dave. Dave left his phone on the table as he and white shirt marched out. I quickly grabbed the phone and followed. (by this time, Dave had already bought dinner and tipped the waiter, so no dine and dash.) Trish tried to stop me, but that wasn't going to happen. She called me all kinds of names, I kept walking, and Madi was trying to tell her to just let me go. I went outside and Ty was trying to understand what was said that made Dave break. I handed back his brand new white Galaxy S4 and he profusely thanked me and apologized for the outbreak. We chatted for a minute and tried to come up with a plan because I was NOT done with my conversation with a hurting retiring army fella. I knew I had to take Trish home and Nate back to his car, but my car was at home. Well I went inside to pee again and here comes the trio and I'm like...uhhh were yall planning on going somewhere, I have the key? 

We make our way outside and I knew the guys were waiting for me to come back outside, so I unlocked the doors and walked over to Dave's car. I felt like I was in high school or something. Tyler and I just kept making out and talking. It was fantastic. We wanted the night to continue together, but I knew in my gut it wasn't going to happen. YES I KNOW HE IS MARRIED! I felt like a friendship with all these people had started and I haven't felt like that in a LONG time. I didn't want it to go. Well Dave mentioned to Trish for her and I to go back to his apartment, but Trish could barely keep her eyes open and I knew it was back to mommy duties in the morning. Took nate back to the bar to get his car and then Trish gets a call from Dave asking again for us to go over to his apartment. I nipped that in the butt, but then Tyler called off of Dave's phone to ask himself. This is the MARRIED man who told me that he would NOT go through with having SEX because he is MARRIED, but just liked the flirting, but wanted ME to come over. AHHH! I told him I'd call back once I got home, which was two minutes away. I texted when I got all comfy in bed that I was going to go to sleep, but that didn't stop him from calling me again. I told him to get my number from Dave and to text me. I knew he had plans saturday with his wife, but I still haven't heard from him. I knew in my gut that he wasn't going to get my number, but I still hope to hear from him this week! I don't want to be a homewrecker, I just want the conversation again.  The whole getting to know somebody feeling again. 

Anyways.. I know that this shows how low of a character I can be, but it takes two. I will own up to my actions and I don't regret them. I should, but I don't. He is married and I will probably never run into him again or hear from him even though he told me he wouldn't stunt. Ahhhh! That was my Friday night and I want to have SOOOO many more like that again. I felt 22 and I'm happy about it. 

I KNOW THIS IS THE ENDING I DESERVE, BUT A LADY CAN ONLY HOPE, PRAY, AND WISH TO HEAR FROM HIM AGAIN. ;]

Flashback to the 90s

I am a 90s child. (I know, I am still young.)

I grew up with Barney and Friends as THEE the cartoon to watch at daycare, but hearts were invested into all the Disney flicks. As I got older, Disney flicks were still the center of my world along with the Titanic, Forrest Gump, and even Jurassic Park. Cartoons turned into MTV and if my brother was ever around it was WWF. I was his "dummy" for trying out the moves. Singing and dancing were not and still aren't a talent of mine, but I didn't care when I was jamming out to Spice Girls, Britney Spears, or of course the infatuating boy-bands N'Sync and Backstreet Boys. Being a 90s child meant sporting leftover trends from the 80s: slap bracelets and large t-shirts that were hair-tied at the bottom. 

I was part of the final decade of the 2nd millenium along with 6 billion other people around the world. I remember President Clinton being the fire that burned in my Meme's heart along with the hatred of seat belts. The Columbine Massacre putting a fear into everyones mind and spirit. The devastation of the Oklahoma Bombing. Yugoslavia becoming independent countries. Nelson Mandela being released from jail and becoming the first African American President for South Africa. 

Of course the original Playstation was the IT thing to have and battling and begging my brother to play is still a challenge I have today. Cell phones were still bulky, but were starting to surpass pagers. Apple introduced the IMac, which I was lucky enough to use during school for our fancy typing classes. Technology was starting to beam bright in everyones eyes. 

I know that I am missing SO much of 90s, but hopefully this brought you a little journey down memory lane. Our memories are what keep us thriving to create more, to inspire us to share our lessons learned in our past with our present and future. I'm sure I'll be sharing more memories from the 90s that aren't as generic as this so stick around and splurge into someone else shoes for a little bit and I'd love to return the favor.