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miss leelee (wizzywangpages) wrote,
@ 2007-07-17 16:17:00
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    the bain of my existance
    Seeing as though I am a twenty-something single woman, I will be honest with myself and admit that most of my conversations revolve around work and dating. My last entry was about work, so this entry will be about dating...I'll try to keep it nice and equal. I apologize to all you smug marrieds out there (not so smug, but we're sticking with Bridget Jones lingo for now) for having to put up with dating pratter (GRE vocab word), but it unfortunately happens to be a big part of my life.

    You might remember a fellow named Nick Dixon, or more commonly referred to as Dick Nixon. I went on a date with him in California in May. In June he began texting me, and soon we had a semi-serious texting relationship developing. If you think that's bad, they get engaged via text in Iran. For some reason Dick just stopped texting me. I was a little annoyed, but erased his number out of my phone like any respectable young woman would do. When I was in Utah over the 4th and had no service he texted me twice, seeming a little annoyed that I didn't get back to him right away. Strange...so I thought "well, maybe he got his ducks in order and he's ready for a serious texting relationship." So I put his number back in the phone and started it up again. Believe it or not, he stopped texting me again!

    Today as I was gchatting Michelle, she told me that the reason he is probably doing that is because he is back together with his ex girlfriend!! rrrrrreeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!(sound of a record coming to a screeching halt). I wasn't going to say anything, because I decided I was done with him. But I couldn't not! I'm not going to let someone be a total jerk to me and get away with it. So I texted him: "you could have just told me you were back with your girlfriend. it would've saved me from looking like an idiot and you from being a total ass." Seconds later (fastest response I've gotten in a while) he said (I'm writing it word for word, so the bad grammar is his, not mine): "I wasn't back with her. We were hanging out and stuff probably two times a week but we weren't back together. Looks like you got bad information. Sweet acusation though. If you meant that we were back together because we went to vegas or out to dinner a few times then you're wrong. She is moving and yeah We have been hanging out but I have hung out with other people too. Geeze just talk to me before accusing me beacuse I don't know how anyone could know what's Going on with it if I don't even know." Then while I was texting him he sent: "Are you seriously mad?" I said: "I was telling Michelle that you randomly stop talking to me and it gets a little annoying and she said it probably has something to do with you hanging out with your girlfriend a lot. I'm just trying to make sense of all this fickleness because I'm not a big fan of being led on. And I guess I just assumed hanging out with your ex gf a lot meant you were together since that's generally what it means."

    Can we please focus on when he said "If you meant that we were back together because we went to vegas or out to dinner a few times then you're wrong."!!!! Yeah, just because you hang out all the time, take her on dates, and jaunting off to Vegas, I do assume you're DATING.

    Now that I've vented about horribly immature, stupid guys, I'd like to talk about my cute, shy, nervous, and very sweet doctor. I have yet another ganglian cyst in my finger (which turns out is a blessing in disguise since I have Dr. Summerfield to operate on me), so I went to the doc today to get it checked out and a date scheduled for surgery. I had this doc three years ago when I got a different one removed, so I remembered he was cute. I always sit on the beds in doctor's offices because I feel more like a patient that way. I don't know if you're supposed to do that or not because there are chairs too. So he came and sat on the bed next to me (not allowed at BYU!) and started fondeling my hand...ok, he was just examining it. But he was very gentle. And he has this nervous stutter (maybe it's an all the time stutter, but I like to think it's his nervous reaction to my amazing beauty), and he tries to make small talk which is so hillarious. He was half way out the door to get his nurse to schedule an appointment for surgery when he turned around and goes "so are you in college?" I said "no, I actually graduated." Which always gets the response of "oh, are you working now?" I could tell he was struggling a bit, so I got more specific about the location. It felt like a Ben-Barker-with-the-cookies situation back in December '00. (whhooaaa, whooaaa!!)

    So I have a date with my doctor next Thursday. It's gonna be a little formal though...and unfortunately there will be a lot of other people there, so there won't be a lot of alone time for us. But maybe he'll take me aside and explain the medical procedure to me again...while gently caressing my hand. (yes, if that happens I will consider us having held hands).


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