tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49102362958707511752024-03-08T02:50:16.777-05:00Plenty of fish...but a lot more creepsI've decided to see what online dating sites have to offer. I bet it's a lot of laughs. I suppose we'll seeUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger146125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910236295870751175.post-66226537633250805782009-03-02T19:34:00.004-05:002009-03-02T19:37:11.290-05:00I can't make these people upMatch.com seems to think that this guy and I would mesh together really well. Match.com says "Meet nicksomething or other. Like you, he likes dogs. Like you, he's the oldest child. Like you, he enjoys a good sports game"<br /><br />This is his about me section. I have not edited it in any way. FUCKING MAGIC<br /><br />"im a nice sweet 22 year old guy who loves his family and his dog love the out doors camping fishing bike rides and love going for drives im looking for some one average but hot at the same time im not looking for a barbie doll cause i just dont think thats hot i would love to find some one who is looking for a long term relationship that like to go out and have fun but at the same time likes to stay home and watch a movie just as much some one who likes sex but knows its not the hole relation ship but still wants it as much as i do likes to be on a back of a bike and go for long bike rides likes to camp and not afraid to get dirty and understands that im a gear head also likes to hang out with her friends by her self cause guys need guy time as much as girls need girl time most of all i guess im just old school im looking for a soul mate someone to be with sexuly and be a best friend at the same time i guess you can say im just looking for love "<br /><br />Not only is just about everything spelled wrong, there's no punctuation, and you know, one giant run-on sentence...BUT FUCKING ICK DUDE.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910236295870751175.post-10354929372149876132009-02-25T22:21:00.004-05:002009-02-25T22:50:07.553-05:00I'm baaaaaaaaaaaaaackAchilles and I have broken up but we're still cool friends. Honestly. So I went back to Match.com because I am a glutton for punishment. There are a couple of nice guys...but these next 3 are teh winners. SERIOUSLY. Also, aside from my editorials, I have not edited these messages or IMs in any way. <br /><strong><br />Bachelor #1... </strong> he sends me a message on match...<br /><em>Hey you Im Mike.... How are you ???I want to write to you to tell you more about me and what im looking for! Im 29 years old and Im from New Milford CT. I love to smile and I love to laugh!!! and of couse I would always let you win!!!! Its all about having a good time!!!! I work in the dental feild and went to school for business. But for the last few months I wanted to go back to school to become a high school teacher. I bought a condo almost two and half years ago...boy time flys.... I have been just fixing up the way I wanted to be I take pride in everything I do ! I love to go shopping always dress nice but I always love when a girl picks out my outfits the reason behind that is girl knows what looks best on guy right? I am the type that loves to give! I am always spoiling the one care about ..Some are bigger then others but I will always make you feel like a princess!!!Sometime it could be a simple as a home made card or as big as diamonds of course has to be set in white gold <br />Im about 5'11 brown hair baby blue eyes and I was a football player in High school I love sports and going to baseball games. Im a very ROMANTIC guy but most of the time it just get me hurt in the long run! I love the long walks of the beach and late night phone call just tell the other person how much they mean to you Im a kinda guy that share his feeling and you will know at anytime how im feeling. <br />I have everything going for my self a great family( i love my family) and friends a great place to live for now im just missing that person to love each and every day Im looking for a relationship something long tream Im tired of the games and dead end relationship I put my heart in to my relationship so i could get hurt easy. I am very romantic guy! And yes I have do have Morals!! Well I hope this gave you little more about myself and I hope you'll right back soon! Please tell me more about your self and what your looking for and I hope we will be in touch! I never do this but if you want and really get to know each other you can text me or call me I am a very easy person to talk to 203-460-1993 My aim is wtfimdumb Hope your having a great week!!! <br /><br />Mike</em><br /><br />What the hell? Did you just give me your phone number? Yes you did. And now I'm going to post it on the internet. Lilo suggested that maybe he's actually a toothbrush since he's in the dental "feild". I don't understand his long ramblings, but I can tell you now...I did not return his message. You are a creeper.<br /><br />Now let's meet...<br /><strong> Bachelor #2</strong><br />First of all, the title of his message is "one date guarantee!"<br /><em>Hi,<br />One date guarantee: After one date if you are not totally satisfied with me as a perspective partner, you can return me to the pool of Match.com guys AT NO CHARGE!! :-) No annoying phone calls to make, no forms to fill out, no texts to make!<br /><br />I hope my opening made you laugh, sometimes its hard to get noticed on Match, I am sure you get more emails than you can handle in a day. After reading your profile, it looks like you are looking for someone a little younger than me, but I am just finding most people in their early 30's or already working on their second marriage or are already married to their careers. Since I haven't been meeting the right people I decided to try someone a little younger than me. Most of my friends are no help, they seem to be rarely around due to being on the "couples circuit", LOL!! I am just looking for someone to hang out with, go to dinner with or explore the city with.<br /><br />Sorry to ramble, I have to cut this short, I need to figure out how to install the Direct TV I just bought, I think I need to run to Best Buy this afternoon....<br /><br />Doug</em><br /><br />WHO ARE YOU? Do you think you're funny? He's like the used car salesman of Match.com. You are not amusing to me. None of the things that you have said are acceptable. Don't try to flatter me with "I'm sure you get more emails than you can handle in one day". I'm on to you. I do not like you. FAIL.<br /><br />And finally..<br />Bachelor #3<br /> His first messages to me were awesome. They had me laughing, we share a huge love for Incubus and I thought that he was just awesome. WRONG. I am so wrong. He's just...what the hell dude? <br /><br />fenderheavy: so what mens fashion do you like? <br />me: what? <br />me: you catch me off guard with weird questions <br />fenderheavy: what you dont like fashion? <br />me: i don't know if i have an opinion about fashion, actually <br />me: i like it when guys can dress themselves and dress well <br />fenderheavy: Haha... I used to work with a woman named wilma... she is 46 and looks like she is 20... we would flip through GQ and compare what we liked <br />me: haha <br />fenderheavy: she worked in the city for a small fashion designer... back in the day... she is a rockstar <br />me:that's pretty awesome <br />me: i'm not terribly fancy dressed up girl <br />me: i'm jeans and flip flops roll with the punches girl <br />fenderheavy: yeah I dress up for work... But I think that I can look good even in a t-shirt and jeans (<em>At this point, I start to think that maybe he likes himself too much. Just maybe</em>)<br />me: hmmm... <br />me:it's even lovelier when a guy smells good <br />fenderheavy: and I start wearing sandals at the end of march <br />fenderheavy: yes!!! <br />me: if i could wear flipflops all the time, i so would <br />fenderheavy: aqua di gio by armani <br />me:hmm..i'm trying to think if i know what that smells like <br />fenderheavy: I have cologne on me at all times <br />me: it's fab when guys smell good <br />fenderheavy: Watches sunglasses and cologne are my 3 weaknesses <br />me:haha <br />fenderheavy: well that and pretty girls <br />me: those seem like ok weaknesses (<em>No, they are all pretty gay up until the liking girls part. This is when I knew that he was not the guy that I would keep on talking to</em>)<br />fenderheavy: they are not really weaknesses... just guilty pleasures... do you have any? <br /><br />That was a few days ago...and then we have today. I had no plans to talk to him, but he IM'd me and I was bored and I kind of had to talk to him. <br /><br />fenderheavy: OK so are you one of the "Crazies" <br />me: the what's now? <br />fenderheavy: a girl who is COMPLETELY out of her mind <br />me: are you honestly asking me this? <br />fenderheavy: more like faciously <br />fenderheavy: but kind of serious.... because so far I have only dated crazies <br />me: i would go for a solid "no" on that one <br />me: i can be wacky but i'm not crazy <br />fenderheavy: ok maybe Ill switch things up and go with wacky <br />fenderheavy: it sounds fun <br />me: uhh...? <br />fenderheavy: so what qualifies as "wacky" <br />me: i don't know, i'm just silly and i do silly things <br />me: i say things that possibly make to sense to make people laugh <br />me: *possibly make no sense <br />fenderheavy: ok see now we are making progress!!! Actually... That did make no sense... and made me laugh <br />me: i didn't know that there was progress to be made <br />fenderheavy: oh yeah <br />fenderheavy: lots of progress <br />fenderheavy: If you are ever going to get me in the sack you are going to have to try much harder (<em>FAIL</em>)<br />me: you're assuming i'm going to sleep with you? <br />me: really? <br />me: dude, wtf? <br />fenderheavy: its a joke <br />me: even in a joking way - FAIL (<em>Told him</em>)<br />me: you are strange <br />fenderheavy: I did not mean to offend you.... <br />me: it's okay <br />me: just..weird dude <br />fenderheavy: calm down... It was not meant to be some thing you should freak out avout <br />me: i'm calm. i'm just saying. weird <br />me: anyway, moving right along <br />me: or not <br />fenderheavy: your still talking to me? <br />me: do you want me to not talk to you?<br />fenderheavy: no you just seemed offended <br />me: a little. i'm over it <br />fenderheavy: I think that my humor seems more perverted over the internet... and the fact that you dont know me <br />me: those could be true, yes <br />fenderheavy: hey it was real fun talking and all but im going get going (<em>This is where he decided that maybe I AM a crazy after all and that he should never talk to me again. I would be fine with that</em>)<br />me: ok <br />me: bye <br /><br />Let me just add that if he's stupid enough to talk to me again, I'm turning that crazy amp up to 11. Idiot.<br /><br /><br />I wanted to let this blog die, but it's pretty clear that I can't. So I'll be back from time to time. Otherwise, find me <a href="http://failnomore.wordpress.com">here</a>.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910236295870751175.post-7043376347133326202009-01-15T13:33:00.000-05:002009-01-15T13:34:16.878-05:00Well<a href="http://www.failnomore.wordpress.com">I've moved. Find me here now</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910236295870751175.post-18243822264462691142009-01-14T12:03:00.000-05:002009-01-14T12:05:34.665-05:00All right all you kittens and cats...I've decided. There needs to be a new blog. This blog - it just isn't me anymore. And who knows, I might come back to it one day. But it isn't who I am. I'm not looking anymore and I'm terribly happy and that should make for bad blogging. But I think I'm funny and I'm going to make a new blog. I am. So once I get the deets - everyone will know. But until then, consider this my last post. <br /><br />I've learned a lot about myself in the past year that I've had this blog. I've learned the things that I will and won't compromise on. I've met some shitty people, I've met some pretty awesome people and it's been one hell of a ride. I'm kind of glad it's over nowUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910236295870751175.post-88975019950783830332009-01-08T22:02:00.002-05:002009-01-08T22:06:03.759-05:00My aunt on Achilles"He is really nice and has a sense of humor. You light up when you are with him :)"<br /><br />And I see it now. I do light up when I'm with him. I like him so much. I'm gross relationship girl and I don't care and I'm totalling falling into this relationship and loving every second of it. <br /><br />Tonight he threatened to bite my fingers off. I whined and said that I liked them and needed them. "I will kiss them all instead," he told me. I glowed, I think. <br /><br />My parents like him (including my dad. Who doesn't like ANYONE) and my brothers like him and my aunt does too. And me? Well you know how things are with me.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910236295870751175.post-50963230214006977642009-01-04T23:52:00.002-05:002009-01-04T23:54:03.118-05:00Gross and sappy time<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xOBNcqz0_gI/SWGSW3v7-TI/AAAAAAAAAFU/KphTO57_Z8Y/s1600-h/cuteshoestoo.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xOBNcqz0_gI/SWGSW3v7-TI/AAAAAAAAAFU/KphTO57_Z8Y/s320/cuteshoestoo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287668359129463090" /></a><br />I didn't make this...but it works for me...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910236295870751175.post-26646951424635244242009-01-03T19:05:00.002-05:002009-01-03T19:16:19.340-05:00Totally giddy!Achilles is back! He is! Actually, he came back on Monday night and I didn't see him until Wednesday night. While he was away, he told me he got me a few things. You see, I have this thing about lip products. I love them. Like, I LOVE them. I need to have lip balm or something around me at all times. I do. It's a problem. Achilles thinks it's hysterical when I can't function without it. So he bought me all sorts of lip products. I told him he was an enabler and he just laughed at me. I'm glad he knows the way to my heart - through moisturized lips.<br /><br />Darcy's family always has a NYE party that's good fun, so he came over there. He finally met my brother J, which was really important to me. Achilles didn't know how much of a test that is, but it really says a lot about him. I knew that he would be great with J, but there's always a moment of doubt. I've dated guys that treated J like a moron or like he's 2 and he's not. He's 20 and very much an adult. But J seemed to like him and wanted to hang out with Achilles, so that's great. (J, by the way, is my brother. He's autistic and he means a lot to me. He's kind of high functioning - but he's a spaz sometmies. I love him dearly...and sometimes just want him to go away). <br /><br />But since Achilles was at Darcy's...it meant that I had someone to kiss at midnight. Is that lame? You know it! It was great to have him there, regardless of how lame it is that it mattered. I felt it was a good way to start 2009.<br /><br />Thursday night I slept over at Achilles place. We watched the Venture Brothers and had some pizza and snuggled and it was just fabulous to be back with him. He kept on telling me how much he missed me - how much he missed me smelling good and snuggling with him and being sweet to him and how much he just OUT AND OUT LIKES ME. WHICH IS LIKE A LOT. And I like him a lot. A lot a lot. It's scary how much I like him.<br /><br />He came over this afternoon to just hang out (my parents are out of town) and do some laundry. That's right, I lured him over with Lego Batman and laundry. It worked. Also, I made him french toast and he really liked it. Or he faked liking it to make me feel good. We played some lego batman (he was Robin) and just...we just were. Then he told me that I'm his favorite bitch on this continent. Oh, I so win. <br /><br />Today he brought up me meeting some of his friends - and I told him that of course I wanted to meet them. He's been hesistant, but not because of who I am, but because of who his friends are. I would get into more detail and even though I write under a pen-name - I'm not going to say why he thinks I can't handle his friends. It's not like they are in a gang or go around murdering people - but I'm just not. It's Achilles thing and I'm okay with that. I just want to meet his friends so they know that I'm a good person and that I care for him deeply.<br /><br />I've been wondering a lot what I should do with this blog. I feel like I want to keep on writing here, but at the same time, I don't want Achilles to find it. I don't think he will, because even though I talk about blogging (as in "oh, I blogged today about Quagmire") he never asks to read it or see the address or anything. But I don't want to keep on playing with fire. So do I move somewhere else and just be honest and up front with things between Achilles and I? Or do I just stop blogging all together? I really don't know what to do and I'm not sure how to handle it. I'm still thinking though.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910236295870751175.post-63811665787114866472008-12-28T19:58:00.004-05:002008-12-28T20:17:04.693-05:00BLOGGING FAIL....As promised so long ago, it’s a blog update. It’s not like I have a good reason not to be updating my blog, but whatever. I’ve been busy? No, that’s a lie. I’ve just been lazy. <br /> <br />So where to begin? My parents seem to really like Achilles. My mom asks me questions about him every day – somethings that I do actually know because I’ve been dating him for longer than they know, I pretend not to know. But she says that he’s nice and very sweet and a decent guy and very low key (HAHA) which means that she approves. And I like that. Achilles came over last Saturday when I was making cookies with Darcy and Lilo and my dad talked to him for a bit. That’s weird. I guess my dad wished him luck in the kitchen with us. I was dancing around and being silly and he just sat there and took it all in. He’s a saint. Lilo left and Darcy left shortly after that, so Achilles and I just hung out. After the massive snow storm on last Friday shattered my nerves (and my plan to hang out with Achiles), it was nice just to be with him. He is very comforting and totally sweet and adorable. <br /> <br />Also, I bought him a whole bunch of snacks. He left on Tuesday for his sister’s house in Cincinnati and was going to go without snacks. That’s pretty much unacceptable. I went out with Darcy and Darcy’s Sister for snacks. I panicked about the snacks, even though he told me what he liked. But he was really excited about it and gave me a huge hug and told me how wonderful and thoughtful I was to even do that. Score one for me. <br /> <br />I didn’t expect to see him at all on lastSunday, but my parents and W were going to a party (that I wasn’t invited to!) and he didn’t want me to have PB&J for dinner. So I got to see him again! And we snuggled and he made me dinner and it was lovely. Then I stole one of his t-shirts. I woke a black t-shirt over to his house on Sunday. When I was putting my clothes back on (scandalous!) I put his shirt on instead, thinking it was mine (I was clearly out of it, because Achilles is bigger than me and looking at the shirts, you could tell which one was which) and danced around, asking him if I was as cool as he was now. He told me that no, I wasn’t. I was sad. We ate ice cream in his bed and watched the Simpsons and did nothing. And it was fabulous. I gave him his shirt back as I was leaving, even though it was soft and snuggly and smelled like boy and I liked it…so he told me to take it with me, as long as I give it back. Which I might do. But now I’m excited to have a soft and snuggly Achilles shirt, which I’ll give back to him at some point. I don’t know when though. Score another one for me. I’m up two so far.<br /> <br />But Achilles is gone until Tuesday. So I lose one for that. And it’s not much different than if he was at home, I wouldn’t be able to see him during the week anyway. Knowing that I can’t even see him if either of us had time because he’s not even in the same state is sad. And knowing that I’m so..meh about him being gone lets me know that I’ve really started to fall for him and really started to fully embrace this relationship. That’s so scary for me. I don’t want to get burned like I have before, but I have a feeling like this will be different than others. He was telling his sister about me the other day and said that we get along really well and compliment each other well. I agree with these thoughts – but also felt great that he felt it too. I can’t even explain why I like him as much as I do. And I don’t have to. But I feel myself falling for him. At least now I have the ability to stop myself from falling into a brick wall, which I think I didn’t have before. I’m not going to rush anything. I’m not going to force his hand, I’m not going to bully him into telling me things he doesn’t mean. I’m just going to be with him and see where it goes. And from what I can see – it’s going to go in a perfectly fabulous direction. Seriously. That makes me more happy than anything I could ever say. I feel really lucky now.<br /><br />Also, he called me on Christmas to tell my that his niece called me a "ho ho ho" (because she's 12 and that's totally what a 12 year old would do) and I told him to tell her that I was going to punch her in the face. I'm charming. So he goes "MY GIRLFRIEND IS GOING TO PUNCH YOU IN THE FACE!" and the important part is that he called me his girlfriend. That's amazing. I tweaked about that for a while. <br /> <br />Okay, done with being sappy. On to my other..issue? Is that what you would call what I’m about to say?<br /> <br />I work at a very small company (there’s only 15 of us, 13 in the office full time) so we all are very involved with each other’s lives. We get to know each other, we talk a lot – we like each other. I mean, we have to. We’re about the size of some screwed up family. There’s this guy that works here that’s Achilles age – let’s call him...Quagmire (as Lilo put it “because no matter how many times you shut him down, he keeps trying to do you”). Quagmire’s office is across the way from mine. My computer screen is angled, so when I look up from my screen and over the desk, I look right into his office. That’s just how things are. I could talk to him from my desk in a normal voice and he would hear me. But Quagmire goes out of his way to tell me things. Like about the t-shirt he just ordered or his guitar that he just got or how he got into a car accident a few weekends ago when he hit some black ice. He FINDS reasons to talk to me about things. He IMs me sites where I can find cheap games for the wii. He calls me into his office to listen to the weezer Christmas album. And it’s just so strange. Did I mention that he looks at my boobs? Like, a lot? I feel like he’s always flirting with me and it’s just…wtf? I know he hears me talk about Achilles (because I do) and I know he knows that Achilles exists. I’m now listed as being in a relationship on facebook! <em></em>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910236295870751175.post-64613066690218404482008-12-22T06:57:00.001-05:002008-12-22T06:58:27.461-05:00So maybe..So maybe I went over to Achilles house last night and he made me dinner. And maybe while I was there, I took one of his t-shirts. Is that so bad? I just like the way that he smells. But this shirt? So totally mineUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910236295870751175.post-86464545454934636552008-12-19T08:33:00.002-05:002008-12-19T08:38:35.180-05:00OK....So I'm at work, totally hung over (our christmas party was last night and I drank HARD). I will be updating later, I swear. Here's a few bullets to tide you over...<br />- weird guy I work with. He doesn't quite have a name yet, but it's coming. <br />- my parents reaction to Achilles<br />- me talking myself down EVERYDAY because of my general paranoia<br />- maybe a little bit about the christmas party at work. because really - why not?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910236295870751175.post-72139502238790745342008-12-15T18:44:00.002-05:002008-12-15T18:50:45.686-05:00Further weekend updateI’ve already posted about how fabulous Friday night was. Achilles = most awesome. But yesterday he topped himself. So when I go out with Achilles, I just tell my parents I’m going elsewhere – I’m going to Darcy’s house, I’m going to Summer’s house, I’m hanging out with Lilo – whatever the case may be. I’m afraid I’m going to slip one day and say I’m going somewhere and then when I get home, I’ll say something else or one of my friends would slip (no fault of theirs though). I decided I had to introduce them to Achilles so I could say that I was going out with him – which would be the truth. He agreed to come and get me from my house – we went to see a movie yesterday afternoon and ended up getting dinner. I brought it up kinda casually. I told my mom I was going to a movie and my friend Achilles was coming to get me. She asked where I knew him from (okay, I made up a lie about that). She asked if where he worked, what kind of car he drove, how old he is (“I don’t know,” I said. “Maybe in his late twenties or early thirties?”) and then, the most important of all questions: was he taller than me?! And yes, he is. That was good enough for her. My mom was really nice to him when he came in, I showed him the giant Christmas tree (we put it up yesterday morning) and we were on our way.<br /> <br />Dinner was a blast – though it shouldn’t have been. We went to this classy burger place in SoNo that’s so excellent. On Sunday nights, some douchebage named PJ is there, playing his acoustic guitar. While we were trying to eat. Did I mention that the kitchen lost our order, so we were sitting there FOREVER waiting for food and the D-bag was playing and I almost lost my shit? I mean, I didn’t care that we waited, I like spending time with Achilles, but FUCK, I was hungry. Our food showed up, we started eating…and then the PJ (known now as the Peege) started playing a song…about playing songs at the burger place. There was a fire of rage in Achilles’ eyes. I snapped at him “ACHILLES! FOCUS! FOOD! EAT YOUR BURGER!” and he came back to reality. But god, Peege – why did you do that? It was terrible. Achilles and I then realized that we got along so well because we hate all the same people! It was at that point that calling someone Peege became an insult. Since then, I’ve been calling him Peege and he’s been telling me that I’ve given him the Peege and it’s taken on a life of its own. And that is fantastic. It’s just one more reason that I like him. He’s awesome.<br /> <br />After dinner (which was on the burger joint for FORGETTING us and making us listen to Peege), he brought me back to my house. I fed him cookies (I was on a baking craze) and introduced him to my dad and my brother, W. My dad didn’t say much of anything, but that was to be expected. I had slipped on Achilles last week to W, so I think he wanted to meet him. My mom was trying to get W to come upstairs from the basement without saying “come upstairs and meet Carrie’s friend”, which was great fun. W is actually going to be doing me a huge favor by keeping an ear out for me and listening to what my parents have to say about Achilles. My mom kind of gave me the 3rd degree before I went to bed last night – where did we go to dinner, who paid for dinner (it was me. The tab was $7. AMAZING), where did he live, etc. She then decided that he was very nice and quiet (HA. NO) and that was that. <br /> <br />This morning she came downstairs and asked me if I was going to be seeing him again. I said that I think we had plans for this weekend and then he’s going to Cincinnati (which is true) and won’t be back until New Years (also true). I think she’s trying to figure out if we’re dating, but I’m not giving her enough information to go on. At least now I can say that I’m going out with him or going to his place when I actually do, which makes my life even better.<br /><br />My mom just asked me if I heard from my friend. I asked her which friend and she said "you know..ACHILLES?!" and I told her that yes, I did in fact hear from him. And yes, we would be hanging out again. Oh mom, you're so clueless.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910236295870751175.post-9902748621226752472008-12-14T14:19:00.000-05:002008-12-14T14:19:01.275-05:00WTF, seriouslyI'm now kind of off the market (sort of). You all know what I mean. But since that point...I've been getting winks and messages and all sorts of things on match. Like, way more than I had since I met Achilles. WTF? Did all these guys realize that I'm amazing all of the sudden? And yes, I should probably take my profile down or disable it or whatever, but what gives? Only one of the guys seems a bit more intersting than Achilles, the rest are all just...lame-os. I've noticed the kind of guys that I attract are kind of bigger guys, maybe that are secret dorks. Seriously, every guy that's winked at me in the past 2 weeks has been that kind of person. Am I giving off some sort of signal THROUGH THE COMPUTER that says that I'm the hot ticket and someone should talk to me?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910236295870751175.post-82014303879023091552008-12-13T14:02:00.004-05:002008-12-13T14:18:00.421-05:00Oh boys...Last night I had a sleep over with Achilles. It was great fun. We went out to some super tasty Japanese place for dinner (where he mocked me for not being able to use chopsticks and then MADE me eat sushi) and back to his place. We watched The Dark Knight so I could drool over Christian Bale. He's so hot. <br /><br /> Achilles was all dressed up for his company's Christmas party - he was in a suit. He looked...really good. I felt like I was totally underdressed (not for the place that we were eating, but being with him) but he kept on telling me how great I looked and how nice my sweater was and how lovely I was. He's great like that. This morning as I was stretching and rolling around in his bed because I'm a jerk, he told me how much he liked my body. I freaked. I mean, how could I not? I don't expect him or ANYONE to say that. But there I was, all deer in headlights about it. He knows that I don't have any idea how to handle him being so sweet to me. He knows that these compliments blow my mind. And they seriously do. But he's so consistant with his feelings towards me (he really likes me. He told me so!) that I am starting to believe them. Yesterday he was telling me that he liked me because he could relax around me. He liked that I put him at ease. I don't know what it is that I do that makes him feel that way - but I don't really care. I like that he feels that way about being around me. When I'm with him, I feel like I can be off. Somedays, being funny and making everyone laugh and saying clever things is just...it's really tiring. But I do it because that's what is expected of me. When I'm with him, I know that I don't have to have the quickest answer. I know I don't have to try to make him laugh - mostly because I just do it without thinking. It's a very comfortable...whatever it is that we have. I like dating him because I don't have to try to impress him or make myself out to be something that I'm not. He thinks that it's cute that I suck at being really super girly but yet love bags and shoes. He says things to me just to make me smile. Being around him, feeling good - it's effortless. That's scary and awesome all at once. I mean, I can feel how I could really lose my shit over this guy. But unlike past relationships, I feel like I'm in control. I feel like I can hold myself together and not say how much I care until it's right. If we even get to that point, which I seriously hope that we will.<br /><br />When we got back to his house last night, he took off his suit and I was lying on his bed and he crawled in next to me and pulled me close to him and we just...laid there. For a while. We didn't say anything, we didn't do anything - we just were there. He then sighed and kissed my head and told me that he had a really bad week, but me snuggling up next to him made it all so much better. He wanted to be snuggled, he wanted to have me near him. And just the fact that that simple fucking thing would make things better really shocked me. And made me feel great. He's being honest with me when he says things like that. I know it. I'm turning into gross relationship girl. I really love being around him. I like that me makes me laugh and makes me smile and tells me that I'm pretty and lovely and wonderful and fabulous and so many other things. I like that I don't have to explain things to him. I like that he gets me. I like that he's a little left of center. I like that he willingly tells me everything he likes about me...<br /><br /><em>me: {on being smacked and sent to bed} i think you can make it<br />besides, even if i'm not nice now, i'm always terribly sweet to make up for it</em><br />Achilles: this is true<br /><em>me: i know<br />it's cause i like you</em><br />Achilles: i still wonder why, but ok<br /><em>me: see, i could tell you why<br />i'm not an information withholder</em><br />Achilles: oh i CAN tell you<br />but i choose not to<br />gotta keep you workin for it<br /><em>me: i shouldn't have to work for it, you should just tell me</em><br />Achilles:: lol<br /><em>me: but i suppose that takes all the fun out of it for you</em><br />Achilles: i will give you a couple<br /> 1. you laugh at my jokes<br /> 2. you never shy away from me saying clowntits<br /> 3. you have a nice rack<br /><em>me: good to know that's in the top 5<br />i guess that's super important? lol</em><br />Achilles: oh very<br /><em>me: you're only giving me 3?</em><br />Achilles: for the moment<br /> ok, 1 more<br />4. youre sweet in spite of yourself<br /><em>me: i think you should give me 5<br /> because that's a logical number</em><br />Achilles: 5. your pocket tastes like tangerines<br /><em> me: that's just an out and out lie</em><br />Achilles: ok ok<br /> 5. youre an awesome snuggler<br /><br />He tells me that I'm so sweet and nice and wonderful to him and I'm not doing anything. Seriously. I'm just..there. It's blowing my mind. I know this isn't my usual snarky self (don't worry, it's coming soon) but god. So cute. I can't take it.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910236295870751175.post-31624236355252740292008-12-10T15:20:00.004-05:002008-12-11T07:22:11.081-05:00Ew gross and adorableAchilles: lol when i look at your status message at the bottom of this IM window...<br /><em>me: yes?</em><br />Achilles: it says "i should stick to butt...."<br /><em> me: exactlyyyyyyyyy<br />but the whole statement is even better</em><br />Achilles: you love butt<br /><em>me: your face loves butt</em><br />Achilles: depends on the butt<br />i would gladly stick it in scarlett johannsons butt<br /><em>me: i know. you've probably told me that<br />she's your person</em><br />Achilles:: nah<br />youre my person :)<br /><em>me: awww....adorable<br />that made me smile</em><br />Achilles:damn<br />you were supposed to say "gross!@"<br /><em>me: sorry<br />i mean, EW. GROSS! Achilles, WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU</em><br /><em>me: better?</em><br />Achilles:there you go<br /><em>me: i will be sure to keep my secret responses of happiness to a minimum</em>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910236295870751175.post-59279620200105244362008-12-09T11:11:00.001-05:002008-12-09T11:13:37.630-05:00Conversation with the BrewmasterMe: when are your real tests?<br />Brewmaster: first one is thursday<br />Me: you' re going to spank it and make it your bitch<br />Brewmaster: thats right. those tests are in for some hard loving.<br />Me: that sounds like something achilles would say<br />he came over on friday night and i was walking into my house and he was behind me and then he's like mumbling "oh yeah baby, i would make sweet sweet love to you right now"<br />and i turn around to be like, WTF?<br />and he's humping the washing machine<br />Brewmaster: hahahaha<br />Me: it was a magical moment<br />Brewmaster: that is wonderful<br />Me: he does shit like that all the time and it amuses me to no end. he made up a song called "i'll be your personal dildo" and sings it in a high pitched voice<br />Brewmaster: hahahah<br />he's a keeper carrie<br />he has charmed my heart with his creative vulgarityUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910236295870751175.post-46266971989406602452008-12-08T13:43:00.003-05:002008-12-08T18:27:34.886-05:00Super Massive Overshare....…..Which is not to be confused with <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qiU_WfmoFV8">supermassive black hole</a>, which would be the song that played while all the Cullens played baseball. That’s right, I saw <a href="http://www.twilightthemovie.com/">Twilight</a>. I’ll admit it. <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1500155/">And Edward Cullen?</a> Absolutely sexy for no good reason. Oh dear do I want him for all the wrong reasons. Him or <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1544217/">James</a>. James was HOTTTTTTTTT.<br /> <br />But this post is not about Twilight (but it could be). But it won’t be. Post is about..the drought. Being over. Oh yes, the year and a half or so without…is over. Whoo! I got some! Whoo!!! It’s an overshare of large proportions, but I had to share. How could I not? And there are so many things I could say about the large proportions thing..and Achilles. I won't. But know that there could be a relationship between the two. HINT.<br /><br />Achilles made it happen. I mean, we both knew it was going to happen and whatever. That’s fine. So on Friday, I had the house to myself. My parents and brother were out seeing Tim McGraw and I was alone (yes, I still live at home. It’s not because I want to, it’s because I’m DEAD ASS BROKE). I told Achilles he HAD to come over because, hello, it was an acceptable time to come to my house. No one else was around. He didn’t have to be exposed to all the crazy. I had an minor meltdown on Friday (but I recovered, mostly) and during the day, one of my coworkers bought me ice cream. Because he is AWESOME. I was telling Achilles about how that ice cream made my day better. Achilles one upped him. He came over, with HALF BAKED ice cream…and condoms. It was sexy. He goes “I brought you presents!” and I danced around the kitchen. I was so excited about the ice cream, I didn’t notice anything else in the bag. He told me to look again and huzzah, protected sex would be had! I told him the lady at CVS must have known that he meant business, what with serious ice cream and serious condoms. We both had a good laugh. He is wonderous. Friday was pretty excellent, I tried to get him to stay with me because it was fucking cold in my house and sometimes, when I’m home by myself, I get all nervous pervous about things that don’t exist. He didn’t spend the night with me though. I do have a tiny bed and we both would have slept like shit. His bed though? Totally awesome and comfortable. I want to stay there.<br /><br />I made pie with Lilo on Saturday because we are amazing bakemastery all-stars. I was texting Achilles, telling him to be jealous of my pie. Which turned into a totally inappropriate conversation about my pie. How could it not? Yesterday, I brought him some maple pecan pie because he asked so nicely for it. We sat in his bed, all snuggled up, eating pie. It was great – it was cold and snowy outside, we were all snuggled and gross and adorable inside – it was just what I needed. <br /><br />Achilles really makes me feel good about myself. So in a previous post where I said that I would have to take massive xanax or be so shitty drunk to take off my clothes – that wasn’t my reality. I just…I did it. I didn’t freak out (much) about being nakeeeeeeed in front of him. He makes me feel like I’m just…wonderful. I know that’s the way it’s SUPPOSED to be, that’s how good relationships work. But that’s really never been the way that relationships work for me. Achilles is a totally different experience than I know what to do with. But Achilles still has enough jerk in him to make me like him. If he was nice all the time, I wouldn’t be able to handle that. He’s still funny and makes me smile. And he’s been determined to stick his finger in my nose. I’m not sure why, exactly, but it’s okay. I don’t mind. I like that I can be like that with him and it’s okay. <br /><br />I also think my parents are starting to suspect that I’m up to something. I’m telling them that I am going other places or going out with other people when I go out with Achilles. I just don’t know how to tell them exactly what I’m up to. It has nothing to do with who Achilles is. I adore him and I really do want to share him with the people that care about me. But I know that they don’t know how to act. They will tweak that he’s 9 years older than me. I don’t ever really notice that he is. We’re very much alike and I just don’t ever really see the difference between us. They would totally fly off the handle when/if they found out how I met him. And that’s the dumbest part. I’ve posted about it before, but so many girls, girls that are way prettier and more awesome than I am, are finding guys on Match.com. That’s just what happens when you get tired of meeting guys in bars, not working with any men and having lots of married friends (sorry Summer and Lilo). I know many people that have done it and it’s no reason to hide it. But because my family is fucking BATSHIT insane, there’s nothing I can do. I was telling Achilles this yesterday because he told me that I just should tell them what’s up. I’m thinking it might be best to just spring it on them. They won’t have time to react, they won’t have time to think and I’ll make them see that he’s really lovely and fabulous.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910236295870751175.post-17282024741639955002008-12-04T18:56:00.004-05:002008-12-04T19:22:31.125-05:00Being a dumb girl, being a dumb girlLast night, I was going over to one of my old co-worker's houses. LB has a son that's 4, JB. I LOVE HIM. He's cute and adorable and so so so blonde. And he loves me. A lot. He told me we could get married as long as we didn't have to dance at the wedding. I call him my boyfriend JB because that's so what he is. He asks LB about me. We hold hands. You know, that sort of thing. I was texting Achilles last night as I was driving to LB's house (I know, I'm not supposed to do that, but I did) and he asked me if I was going to see my "other boyfriend". WHAT DOES THIS MEAN?!?! I talked about it with Lilo ALL DAMN DAY. WHAT DOES IT MEAN?! <br /><br />Lilo believes that that means that Achilles...is my boyfriend. Which is a weird thing to think and to say. And both Lilo and Summer agree that I should just ask him. I would feel like a total tool being like "uhh...so you're my boyfriend now?" My plan was to wait until he introduces me to some of his friends and see what he says. That might not be for a while...so we see how this plan has faults. But that's about as far as I got. Lilo insists that Achilles, if he wasn't my boyfriend already, will LOVE to be my boyfriend. <br /><br />I am in a panic. Why?<br /><br /><em>There's no good reason why.</em> I just am. I guess because asking him that question makes me vunerable for the first time since I've known him. We've talked about things that are deep and not surface stuff...but they haven't been about feelings towards each other. And to vocalize something that I want and I'm pretty sure he wants scares the shit out of me. I am so dumb. I need to stop. I like him. I really and honestly do. I'm not just saying that I do because I want to be with someone. I'm saying that because I feel like he's a good match (ha, dumb!) for me. He's smart and very funny and can keep up with me. And as So@24 <a href="http://startingoverat24.blogspot.com/2008/12/please-hammer-dont-settle.html">says </a>, us girls that might be funny (at least I think I am) should not settle for guys that are not funny. (<em>In unrelated side notes, the blog he mentions, whatclaudiawore, is fucking AMAZING. She's great. I want to BE her. Also, I referenced this blog post in my conversation last night with Achilles. You know you have a problem with blogs when you talk about them IN REAL LIFE AS IF THEY ARE A CONVERSATION YOU HAD. So, props to you, So@24. Your blog is now a part of my life.) </em> He makes me laugh and smile and I like being around him. I feel comfortable around him. He just...he is. It makes no sense that I say that...but it's what I feel. God, emo tonight. Sorry.<br /><br /><br />And in another unrelated note...last night, L found out that both JB and I want lego batman for christmas (I have the same taste as a 4 year old boy. classsssssssssssssy). JB then started talking about the other woman (Zoe, that whore...okay, so maybe she's only 4. And maybe she only just kissed him while they were in line to get their photos taken...but I know when I'm being replaced by a younger woman. That makes Zoe a whore). Then he went back to talking about lego batman and told me that if I didn't get lego batman for chrsitmas, I could come over to his house and we could play. As I'm telling Achilles this, he tells me that I'm setting myself up for some emotional abuse. He said that JB is going to lure me over to his house so we can pretend to play lego batman, but really he's going to talk about Zoe. "Haha" I said to Achilles, "I've already been emotionally abused and it didn't involve lego batman!" He asked what I mean. I changed the subject. <br /><br />Lilo then tells me...JB is using you for your love and worship. He is teasing you and he is a womanizer. Womanizer. Womanizer--kill me. But: if he gets Lego Indiana Jones, you should not feel bad using him for his snuggles and video games. I think this is only fair.<br /><br />I agree.<br /><br />Also, tomorrow is Boot's birthday. I'm hoping more than anything that he doesn't call. I don't want or need him nowUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910236295870751175.post-83483988912810705632008-12-02T06:40:00.002-05:002008-12-02T06:42:51.384-05:00Blogging Future,,?With Achilles now in the picture…where does that leave this blog? Summer thinks that I should still continue to write in it, although without trying to find a guy to date through Match, it kind of has no point. I guess I can post about awkward relationship moments, but still.<br /> <br />Speaking of Match, I cancelled my subscription. Is that putting too much stock in Achilles? I really don’t know. I hope not. I think that he’s wonderful and fabulous and I just really like being around him. I feel comfortable and he’s nice and sweet to me and tells me CONSTANTLY how wonderous I am. He tells me about my apparently soft girl skin and my lovely girl smell and how he likes snuggling with me. I haven’t heard anything like that from anyone in a long long time. Am I totally head over heels for the compliments? I don’t think so. I think I can look at Achilles and know that he just likes me.<br /> <br />I saw him 4 times in the past week. Granted, neither of us worked on Thursday and Friday, which left Wednesday night for some fun and Friday night and yesterday. And our idea of fun…is snuggling. Yesterday it was shitty and rainy and gross outside. I had just about had it with my brother (which is another story for another day) and I needed to get out of the house. If Achilles hadn’t called, I would have just gone to see Darcy. But he called and I sounded so defeated on the phone that he told me I should come over because his bed was warm and snuggles were to be had. So I did. I got to his place, dragged myself up the stairs to his apartment, kicked off my shoes and fell into his bed. And that was my afternoon. We both had places to be around 7, so there wasn’t that much snuggly time, but we both just wanted to lie there and order in and do nothing.<br /> <br />I don’t know what I means that we both can just lie there, all snuggly and not need much else to amuse us. I mean, the TV was on, but neither of us was watching it. He was rubbing my back and I was burrowed into his side. Does it make me some kind of snuggle whore that I can just snuggle up next to him without you know, being super serious about him? I don’t think so. We snuggle and it’s adorable. He smells my hair and kisses the end of my nose. It’s something that I haven’t experienced with any guy before. No other guy I’ve dated wanted to snuggle. Snuggling was totally out. But Achilles…he does. <br /><br />He told me something that was just...I don't know the, cutest thing ever. I know last night I was talking about being broken (my knees are all screwed up, my back bothers me, I can't see for shit...pretty much, I have the body of an 80 year old) and I was saying that I needed a new self. He was telling me that no, my self was great and he liked it just the way that I was. <br /><br />As we were talking on the phone late last night, he was telling me that he wished I was there because we could be snuggled up. And I wanted that too. I'm snuggle girl. Oh my goodness.<br /><br />Reaper told me it would take me a while to shed my gross cynicalness about being without a relationship for so long. I guess I have?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910236295870751175.post-14885996774009706802008-11-27T10:11:00.003-05:002008-11-27T10:20:09.243-05:00Last night...I went over to Achilles' house last night. He wanted to hang out and I said "SURE!" because more than anything, I wanted to snuggle. And snuggle we did. He is a professional snuggler. I kind of love it.<br /><br />I didn't get to his house until like, 9:30 or so. I had just gone to the gym and my thighs were killing me. I was so broken. So I collapsed on his bed and was like "gah, my legs, they are the broken" and he rubbed them for me. Which sounds bad, but I swear, it wasn't like that. He then told me that he feels bad for my body being so broken all the time. I'm okay with it.<br /><br />The last time I saw him, he kept on telling me how I was pretty and cute and how everything I did was adorable (including dancing around his kitchen) and I dared him to come up with something that I did that wasn't adorable. Well, apparently, I make this face. I make said face whenever he says something slightly sexual (perhaps he says "I'll stuff your turkey" or something). He told me this face, while made in a sexy moment...WAS NOT SEXY. So guess what I kept on making last night? Oh yes, that face. I would make the face, go "THAT WAS THE FACE!" and then bury my head in a pillow. He would laugh and laugh and tell me that he felt bad for telling me that something I did wasn't adorable. It was cute.<br /><br />I told him that I couldn't stay and that I would have to leave and go home to sleep in my own bed at my own house. He made the most excellent point that I was there, at his house, and it was warm and I was snuggly. Oh damn you. But I got up and get on my shoes and so on and went outside into the cold, even though I didn't like it. But as I'm going to get up to get my stuff, he kept on pulling me back and pulling me closer to him, telling me not to leave but to stay because it would be so much better if I did (I know that) and we could have so much fun (more fun than we already had? I don't think so) and that he likes me and wants me around. Adorable. He's so sweet and nice and lovely and seriously....I really really really like him. <br /><br />I put on my emo glasses (I had taken out my contacts because my eyes were soooo dry) and he tells me how pretty I am. I'm blowing hair out of my face and he tells me how pretty I am. I'm telling him not to poke my chub, because seriously....I hate that. He insists that I'm not fat, I don't have chub and that I'm fantastic just the way that I am. Again, I have no idea how to handle someone just being nice to me to be nice to me. He kisses my hair! He rubs my shoulders! He kisses all my fingertips and then the palm of my hand (I haven't figured that out yet, but god, it's sweet) and I just...whoa. You guys. Whoa.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910236295870751175.post-17363968984835959182008-11-26T12:36:00.002-05:002008-11-26T12:43:11.492-05:00This could be the best conversation everChicken killer: did i tell u <br />Chicken killer: i told my pof stalker to f-- off <br />Darcy: Tell me? Oh!<br />Darcy: Well congratulations!<br />Chicken killer: she 18 <br />Darcy: I'm sure that didn't go over well.<br />Chicken killer: she was like i love you <br />Chicken killer: i was you cant love me because you dont know me <br />Chicken killer: she was like fine your like the rest of the guys i speak too <br />Darcy: Hahahhaha!<br />Darcy: Well, good for you!<br />Chicken killer: i am sick of her iming me and being nude on cam <br />Chicken killer: women and men are weird <br />Chicken killer: no more stalker woo <br />Chicken killer: but now i am your stalker lol <br />Darcy: ?<br />Darcy: Does that mean I should tell you off?<br />Chicken killer: well your not mean so you cant <br />Chicken killer: i am joking <br />Chicken killer: your a good friend <br />Chicken killer: if i stalker you. you would send the baby goat after me <br />Darcy: You're right...I wouldn't do a very good job of yelling at someone...there wouldn't be any feeling behind it.<br />Darcy: Ha...forget the goat, I could do much more damage w/ my dog.<br />Darcy: She's a nut.<br />Chicken killer: i know <br />Chicken killer: ohh well <br />Chicken killer: maybe if she didnt live 4 hrs away i would be good <br />Darcy: Your stalker? I would think that's a good thing...then she can't somehow find you....<br />Chicken killer: i fouid out why your postive <br />Chicken killer: you have an optimstic look at things <br />Darcy: ?<br />Darcy: Well, yes.<br />Chicken killer: ya i am on your pof page <br />Chicken killer: lol i am stalking you <br />Darcy: Oh... yay?<br />Chicken killer: ya <br />Darcy: You couldn't figure out the optimism w/o reading it? <br />Chicken killer: honestly i dont know the word i was looking for <br />Darcy: Ah...<br />Chicken killer: i was like on tip of my tounge but i couldnt come out <br />Darcy: That happens.<br />Chicken killer: i think u like me a little <br />Chicken killer: no offence <br />Darcy: Oh? And how do you figure that?<br />Chicken killer: just a feeling i have <br />Darcy: Hmm...that's unfortunate....cause I don't like people having false hopes and getting hurt as a result...<br />Chicken killer: lol <br />Chicken killer: ok fine <br />Chicken killer: i like u <br />Darcy: Well, I had guessed as much...especially after you continuously stated it...<br />Chicken killer: lol <br />Chicken killer: i speak to you every day <br />Chicken killer: come on <br />Darcy: Hmm?<br />Chicken killer: your sweet and smart <br />Darcy: So? There's a lot of people like that out there....<br />Darcy: You just gotta sift some.<br />Darcy: or a lot... <br />Chicken killer: darcy<br />Chicken killer: stop it <br />Chicken killer: i know what your doing <br />Darcy: Oh?<br />Chicken killer: your fighting it <br />Darcy: Hahahah! I'm not fighting anything...I'm trying to stop you from doing something silly to yourself.<br />Chicken killer: but in life you have to take chances <br />Darcy: I know...but it's sad to watch someone take a leap knowing there's concrete below them...<br />Chicken killer: lol <br />Chicken killer: darcy i dont want to date you because i like what we have now <br />Darcy: Okay... As long as that is clear.<br />Darcy: Then that's fine. <br />Chicken killer: i mean like if we dated ok <br />Chicken killer: and i dump you because something <br />Chicken killer: i dont want see u hurt <br />Chicken killer: because you might be happy on the outside but on the inside your heart would be crush <br />Darcy: hahahahha!!!!!<br />Darcy: I'm sorry to laugh at that... I know it's a hypothetical situation...<br />Darcy: and I should be impressed that you would care that much...but I can only suspend disbelief so much...<br /><br /><br /><br />That's a real pre-thanksgiving treat. Thanks Darcy! In other unrelated news...going to see Achilles tonight. Very Exciting!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910236295870751175.post-33864192608184586992008-11-24T20:24:00.002-05:002008-11-24T20:45:48.880-05:00I was j/k on that last oneSo...Achilles doesn't hate me. And neither does life. Just in case you wanted to know. I ended up going up to Lilo and Stitch's place. I went out to buy some yarn for Lilo (I'm making her a scarf for Christmas) and then we were hanging out and eating pizza and playing rockband. Huzzah. I texted Achilles to tell him that something he said made Lilo almost fall out of her chair. He texts me back that he's bored...where am I? And a half hour later, he's at Lilo and Stitch's place playing rockband and totally having a blasty blast. We also watched Hot Fuzz because he hadn't seen it and that's just unacceptable. I was thrilled that he could meet Lilo and Stitch. I haven't heard their opinions on him, but we will have to see. I don't see how they couldn't like him...he's a very likable guy. And I have to give it to him, he willingly throws himself in situations that are very much sink or fucking swim and he always makes it out. He had no idea how to play rockband (lame) and he didn't know my friends, but he did it well. W00t!<br /><br />As we were leaving on Saturday night, I asked him if he still wanted to see me on Sunday, considering he saw me then. He told me that he didn't get enough of me tonight (gag) and that of course I should come over on Sunday. He was making me dinner, damnit. <br /><br />Which brings us to Sunday. I went over to his place, we were watching dog agility trials (omg, how did we get so cool) all snuggled up warm, which was excellent. Yesterday was a little chilly, so to be all warm and cozy was excellent. Then he made me chicken fajitas (nom nom nom nom) and they were super good. As we're cleaning up the kitchen (and he's talking trash about his roommate that he doesn't like), I'm eating guacamole. There was some left on the spoon and he was mocking me, so I maybe fed him a mouthful of guacamole. After he stopped laughing, he told me that wasn't very ladylike. I told him that having a pocket does not make you a lady. Because let's face facts, I have a pocket and I'm so not a lady in anyway. This also made him laugh.<br /><br />We then started watching Reno! 911 the movie because he hadn't seen that either. Again, I say...UNACCEPTABLE. God, there are so many things that I have to fix! We were joking around and being all snuggly. I told him about I thought I was going to have to take a xanax before I can lose all my clothes in front of him. He laughed and told me that I was pretty and had nothing to worry about. Gag. It's really great to have someone that makes you feel like that. I kind of totally missed that. A lot. A whole lot.<br /><br />It's weird with him. And by weird, I mean totally and completely normal. I was talking to Darcy today and I told her that with every guy before Achilles, I had to like, fight to be acknowledged and cajole people to say that I was pretty or they liked being around me. Achilles just says this stuff freely. And I think whenever he tells me something nice about me, I look at him funny. I don't know how to react to something that I don't have to struggle for. The Brewmaster brought up the fact that I hate guys that are weak and spineless. I don't see this as him being spineless. I know he's not. But I like just...not having to try, you know? I like just being liked because I'm around and I exist and I have things about me that make me likable.<br /><br />Which of course, brings me to another point of my panicking, which is at what point does he stop liking me? Does he stop once I sleep with him? Does he stop because he doesn't think I'm pretty anymore? OR....should I just fucking stop thinking about this shit and live in the moment and enjoy that this is my life. <br /><br />Oh, I know!<br /><br />I should enjoy that this is my life. So I am. Life, thanks for working out for me. I can't believe I ever doubted you.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910236295870751175.post-18416479813037895482008-11-22T09:44:00.003-05:002008-11-22T09:50:35.456-05:00Because life hates me.....I was supposed to see Achilles tonight and we were going to play Rockband with Lilo and Stitch. However, I came down the the black plague and warned him that I have a cold. He just got over a cold and passed on tonight (which is fine, I understand).<br /><br />Instead, he sugguested that I go over to his house tomorrow night and he can make me dinner. I'll probably still be sick, but it should be great fun. And I'm not really even feeling sick, I just sound like crap. We'll see how it goes. I told him I wouldn't breathe on him and that I would stay out of his personal space. He told me that that would take all the fun out of the day.<br /><br />I talked to him pretty much all day long on AIM yesterday. He is gross:<br /><em>achilles: last weekend was so nutty i might just need some quiet time<br />me: hey, i didn't tell you to spend so much time with me on sunday<br />achilles: lol i know<br />achilles: but it was so hard to part with you<br />me: oh gross<br />me: that's adorable<br />achilles: well it was</em><br /><br />The other thing I've been churning around in my brain is my actual relationship with him. We both said, in so many words, that we weren't seeing anyone else. So what does that make us? We've gone out like, half a dozen times. I have no idea how to handle this. I feel like I just fell into relationships in college and you just had to wait for the other person to change their facebook status to dating you and then, hey...new boyfriend! I'm trying this whole "let's be an adult" thing and I don't think it works the same way. Oh well. He's met some friends of mine randomly (like when we're out) and I just introduce him as Achilles. Haven't figured this shit out yet. Oh well, I have plenty of time to think it over....Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910236295870751175.post-81137248476782002862008-11-18T07:02:00.001-05:002008-11-18T07:03:17.331-05:00Also...Achilles nickname for me is "cupcake". That is digusting and adorable. I am so grossUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910236295870751175.post-19116860918273163872008-11-16T22:19:00.002-05:002008-11-16T22:25:01.253-05:00Lilo, I loves youLilo: carrie, if you are home you have to tell me why you are smiling and glowing<br />me: i am home<br />me: it is true<br />Lilo: spill!<br />me: i am smiling and glowing becuase i had SUCH a fabulous time<br />me: seriously<br />Lilo: yyyyyyaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyy<br />me: he's wonderful. we went to the aquarium (they had penguins!) and saw some kid walk into a door<br />me: he took me out to dinner<br />Lilo: ha!<br />Lilo: oooh!<br />me: we spent 2 hours talking in his car<br />Lilo: talking, eh?<br />me: like, we met up at 11. i got home at like...8:30<br />me: mostly talking<br />me: sometimes..not talking<br />me: thus leading to glowing<br />Lilo: awwwwwwwwwwww<br />Lilo: yay!<br />me: seriously<br />me: he's lovely<br />Lilo: When I told Stitch where you guys were going, he was like, "Dude, they are not even going to get there. They are going to pull over and do it right there in the car," and I was like, "Jeez, Stitch, not everyone has sex within a week of meeting one another"<br />me: i'm so glad Stitch has so much faith in me<br />me: and no, we didn't have sex in the car<br />me: jeeeeeeeeeeeeeeez<br />Lilo: I'm so happy for youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu<br />me: and he was making it hard for me to be like "no, i think i should go home now"<br />Lilo: yay<br />me: he kept on telling me how pretty i looked<br />Lilo: i bet you did!<br />me: thanks<br />Lilo: awwww i'm all cuted out onw<br />me: he loves his car. like a lot. like...way too much. his car is named josie<br />Lilo: i hope josie didn't get jealous<br />me: and as we were driving back from mystic, i asked him if he had a good day<br />me: and he told me he spent it with his two favorite girls<br />me: so yes, he did<br />me: GAGGGGGGGGGG<br />Lilo: HA<br />me: it was so cute and vomit worthyUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910236295870751175.post-23068232445264305422008-11-16T20:22:00.001-05:002008-11-16T20:23:08.414-05:00WhoaI met up with Achilles at 11. I just got home now. He's...wow. I really really like him and he really really likes me and it's adorable and gross all at once. Seriously. I just walked in the house and I'm surprised that my parents didn't notice that I was GLOWING. Because I am. I so totally am. We had such a fun day and it was amazing. Holy shit guys. Holy shitUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0