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Ok, so weekday morning sex is difficult. I get it. I understand. The alarm goes off, we hit snooze, next thing you know, Type Geek was supposed to have left his house already to manage the long ass drive to work..in another state. Seriously, what is with the working in another state thing?! Luckily he works from home a LOT, so he doesn’t do this every day. Okay, let me back up a little.

Type Geek and I have been having problems getting together ever since he got back. There was work crisis, then brother crisis, then both. Finally, he nailed it down and said… Wednesday night? To which I said… Wednesday night! I made an INSANELY amazing gazpacho on Tuesday night and was planning on bringing that for dinner the next day. Always make gazpacho ahead of time. Making it ahead of time allows all of the flavors to merge. Mmmm, nom nom.

On Wednesday I had a few errands to run. I had a client and an interview at a restaurant. The recession has been hard on my business and it is failing swiftly. The housing market has also killed me, so I have begun to drown in the financial murky depths of near poverty. I have been looking for a job for some time, but there have been few, if any, bites. I finally decided that I need to bite the bullet and get back into the hospitality business. Therefore, I have been trying for server positions at some higher end foodie type restaurants. Wish me luck, I need it. Anyway, as I was saying, I had my errands and then I needed to get home and figure out the dog situation. IF I go to Type Geek’s house early, I have to bring the dog, if I go later… I miss out on awake time. Hmm, decisions, decisions. So, I won a second interview for next week at the restaurant, I picked up razors so I could do a shave before heading out, and OH, I ran into the cafe owner I went out on a date with months ago. I was in grabbing coffee at one of his shops and he was standing next to me, not noticing me. I nudged him and we started chatting and headed outside for a chat. He started asking my advice about this gal he has been dating. Cute, sexy, Jewish, BUT… he’s not ready for love. She doesn’t stop him in his tracks. However, he is afraid, by the way she has behaved, the things she has said, that she sees HIM as her future Mister. He wanted to know if I thought he should preemptively dump her. I suggested he talk to her about their status and his need to remain casual due to his history of being a serial monogamist for all the wrong reasons. Will he take my advice? Only time will tell. So, that was my day.

I got home later than I hoped, which automatically made the decision of dog or no dog, a no dog vote. By the time I left my house, the pup would only be alone for her average 10 hour night-time sleep cycle. She likes her sleep. Sometimes I need to drag her out of bed for her first pee in the morning or afternoon, as is SOMETIMES the case. Too funny. So, I finished getting ready, grabbed all my gear, the kickass gazpacho, clothes for the following morning and the head tingler I recently bought (seriously, just google it. AMAZING), before heading out the door. He picked me up on the corner close to the train station and we ran to the closest Whole Foods for a couple of things to finish my soup… namely, tiger shrimp, avocado, creme fraiche and lemon. He picked up salad fixings. Oh, and we grabbed a box of those Mary’s Gone Crackers… the herb flavor. Try them!

A half hour later we were both in the kitchen doing our things and 20 minutes later we were eating fresh fig stuffed burrata, a smoky mango gazpacho with lemon garlic tiger shrimp and topped with an avocado lemon zest creme fraiche. Mmm, I rock. I must also acknowledge that Type Geek makes a pretty good vinaigrette and his salad was damn yummy. Meal and conversation done, a glass of wine and further chatting post dinner, and then like an old married couple, we retired to the bedroom in a comfortable, yet YAWN, kind of boring manner. I’m like, wait, are you SERIOUSLY tucked under the covers already? Hello with the ravaging, where is the ravaging?! Sigh. Alas, the mid thirties and realities of life and midweek responsibilities have smacked us hard across our naughtiness. Oh well. We had nice comfortable couple like sex. YAWN. Then we went to bed.

Alarm, snooze. Alarm, snooze. Snoooooze. OH SHIT. When someone wakes up and says ,”Fuck Me” after looking at the clock, it generally ISN’T the way you would like to think. Sleep? Sex? Sleep? Sex? Ok, we are apparently old, sleep won out. Again. So, he jumped in the shower while I made coffee and threw together some local fruit, local honey and greek style yogurt for us. I added some Dorset Muesli to his (I’m sadly allergic. Sigh, it’s good stuff) and set the bowls down as he came in and poured our coffee. Yes, I like how comfortable we are, BUT, should we be THIS comfortable? Hmm.

I’ll see him this weekend, he is DJ’ing an event as a favor for me and then we are headed out to a birthday party for a friend of his. Hmm, do guys normally invite casual sexual gal pals to friend’s 40th b-day surprise shindigs? Should I be thinking uh-oh and complications? Hmm. This post had a lot of HMMS. Sigh.

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I haven’t updated my blog over the last several days because the allergies have kicked me in the face. Seriously, Claritin is NOT my best friend… what is this only one a day. What if I take 2? What will happen? Sigh. Cough. Sniffle. Aaaaccchoo. Grumble. Here is information then on the last 3 of my 5 dates from last week.

The date I was looking most forward to last week, Frenchie on Friday, didn’t happen due to some issues with his dissertation he is working on. I understood BUT I didn’t necessarily want to. I wanted to kick the dirt like a bummed out little kid. Two SHITTY dates in a row last week and all I was really looking forward to was some smoochies. Sigh. There is always Meh and Eh, right? I still have the Saturday and Sunday dates.

Wrong.

So, Type Geek couldn’t get his new car registered on Friday and had to do it on Saturday, which meant our hanging out on Saturday was nixed BUT we decided that we would hang on Sunday and go for a long drive to break in the new car. That meant moving the Sunday coffee date with the Modernist Architect to Saturday, if he was around. The architect said that he had some errands but that he would be around by 5ish, so I should text him and we could plan something. I texted him at 1:30… no texts from him, but then a phone call from him at 7. At that point I was done. I had been out with my dog since 11:30 and after having brunch with my friend, the former date option known as Musician/Writer/Assoc Prod guy, and laying in the grass in the sun with him and a friend of his, AND wandering miles window shopping, yes, dog still in tow, I was really exhausted. I had dinner at PF Changs with my barista friend and swore at the manager who allowed the dog on the patio, then moved us because of health code violations, and generally, was just annoying in a very argh kind of pedantic way. Needless to say, I opted out of my coffee meet and greet with the architect at that point and headed home for cuddles in bed with the pooch.

Now, midday Saturday I received a picture text from Type Geek, the new car had a blow out and so the long drive might be out for Sunday. Ok. Fair enough. I do offer to pick him up at his house on Sunday though, incase he is interested in a mini trek out to the all mighty IKEA.  I had some returns I needed to make, so I thought it might be a good replacement plan. Turns out that his tire wasn’t in stock at the dealer and so he spent 3 days at his parents house waiting for the car to be fixed. His parents live several hours away and he thought he could get a better car price from the dealer near them, hence how he ended up at his folks place. Alas, my day was spent at Home Depot, Ikea and Whole Foods and without a date. My dog came along though.

Where does this leave me for the coming week. Hmmpf. Well, I have  a reschedule with Type Geek for a Thursday night rock show at a local venue. That’s it so far. There is a cute documentary filmmaker who just sent me an email through the dating site though, so, who knows?  I’m also wondering if I am going to hear from Brooklyn. Yes, him. I still talk to him, just don’t mention him in here.  I laid some stuff on the table for him last Friday when we chatted. Curious what he chooses to do with that info. Curious what the future brings.

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