Mr. Social

How do I know when I have a bit of a crush??? When I start playing the game... as Gaga would say,  "The Love Game".

I'm the type of girl who radiates security and calmness when I think of you as just a guy, but when I start thinking of you as I guy I like, I'm nothing but a basketcase on the inside.

Yesterday I went on a date with Mr. Social (previously known as FB boy, I will elaborate on the name change in a minute). It was great! We went on a cute day date downtown off Main Street. We went from his high rise apartment building parking garage, and strolled down the street to a trendy mexican cantina. From the moment we sat down at the patio table that I started to slowly go from power woman to teen age girl. I was digging this guy and what he had to offer.

Mr. Social is an amazing guy, I've learned so many things about him the past few days . He is far from the casual tshirt and jeans guy I had met both times at the bar. He is a funny, driven, and thoughtful guy. I call him Mr. Social because he is the "group leader" of his frat pack. From his hilarious stories I learned that he is the go to friend for planning fun and leaning on when times are tough. I think these are all awesome qualities, and I see many similarities between our personalities and roles in our friendships.

Our date went really well, we walked through downtown and he let me check out his cool digs. Yes, I went to his apartment but it wasn't like that... it was during the day and literally I just wanted to see his view and check out the pool. Mr. Social lives at a very upscale apartment (hello concierge) with incredible views of downtown Dallas, and his pool has parties every weekend that headline magazines! After a few minutes of hanging out on opposite sides of his huge sectional couch, I said it was time for me to go. He walked me to my car, and I gave him a first date hug. (That's right... no kisses from this girl until atleast date 3... I'm old school and I like it). As I was pulling out of the underground parking garage, I recieved a text from him that said "PS you are pretty swell". I took that as a sign he thought it was a good date as well. We continued to text throughout the day and into the night. 

Then this morning, after a night home alone over analyzing our date and every question I asked. I realized I might have a bit of a crush on this guy. Mr. Social is definitely someone I want to see more in the future! Unfortunately for me, I made a rookie mistake, I texted him today. I justified it with the fact that he texted me last, and I was simply replying the the conversation. DUMB MISTAKE. Naturally I haven't heard from Mr. Social and am starting freak a bit. Was the crush short lived on his part? Or is he just busy with friends today? Mr. Social did accept my friend request on Facebook that I sent last night (he said I had to re-add him, since I was the one who defriended him a few months ago), but did he find something on my page he didn't like?

Sometimes it really sucks being a girl! After writing this, I realize that I'm being a wimp about this whole thing. I just need to suck it up, pack for my fabulous trip to San Francisco (Preppy and I leave tomorrow at 6 am), and just give it to God. I want a guy who will persue me! Plus confidence is sexy, lack of esteem isn't!

Mr. Social- balls in your court! 

Yes, I defriended you and now we're going on a date

Flashback to 4 months ago, I head out for a girls night with my friends, with the mission of slutting one of my friends out (she was in need of a bar boy make out session). We went to Barcadia off Knox/Henderson and sat inside at a long table. A group of guys sat down next to us, all very decent looking. So being the good friend I am, I strike up a conversation in attempt to whore out my friend. Of course it turns out the guy I start talking to is tells me him and his group of friends went to my same alma mater. We instantly find we have alot of things in common, he is really great, but I am dating someone and my intentions are to hook him up with my girl. He adds me on facebook and leaves to hop to the next bar with his crew, inviting us to join. I politely deny and head with my girls to another bar. The next few days he messages me and invites me to a St. Pats parade. I instantly think that he is some sort of man whore who picks up girls at the bar and dates around. At this point of time I am uninterested because 1) I am dating someone 2) this guy met me at a bar 3) his profile picture has him with tons of girls... I deleted him from facebook.

Fast forward to two days ago. I'm out at my kick ball league's mid summer party. It's hot, my girls and I are at a table seated near the free beer, and this guy approaches me. He said he new me from kickball (I called bull), then the truth came out that he was that guy from Barcadia... I felt like the biggest B. I told him I defriended him, and we laughed about it. He turns out to be a really sweet guy, and we have been talking since Saturday. Tomorrow night we are going on our first official date. Maybe it is possible to meet someone at a bar...twice? As FB boy (facebook boy) said in one of our texts tonight "But fate did make us run into each other twice"

Dr. McHarmony

Ok its official, I went on a date with a real, live, breathing, doctor tonight... yes, I am in shock as much as you are dear reader.

I went on a blind date with a guy who on his profile wrote he was a "consultant". I was into that, he was taller then me, older then me, and seemed like a southern gentleman. He called me on Sunday night and we set up our date at a local wine bar in Addison Circle. Major brownie points for picking a wine bar as a first date! From our conversation I gathered he was a pretty down to earth good guy with a Louisiana accent.


So I walk up to the wine bar and found him outside at a table. He was cute in a geeky way, which was cute in itself. He got up and gave me a hug and we instantly started talking about his work. Remember, I thought he was some sort of business consultant. He started talking about radiology and how he enjoyed working at several hostipals in the area. Of course I start thinking, this guy lied to me about his job, and he is really some sort of x-ray technition or some other job along those lines. I was kinda irritated that he hadn't been clearer on his profile about his job! He kept talking about his group, and then finally dropped "med school" in his sentance. I'm sure I looked like a dear in headlights when I put two and two together and found out he was a consultant for a medical group, this dude was a legit Radiologist who went to one of the best med schools in the nation... wow did I feel stupid. I was so in shock for about 5 minutes about all my wrong assumptions...I'm pretty sure I acted like a complete nut for the next few minutes trying to process my misconceptions of this poor guy. Was I attracted to him because he was sweet and geeky or because he was this super smart guy who saved lives of cancer patients??? 


On a scale of 1-10 I would give our date a 7+. I was myself, sarcastic, whitty, and at times silly. I couldn't tell if he appreciated that or thought I was a complete bimbo! Lol. Why is it when I hang out with smart people that I sometimes dumb myself down or act like a ditz? I mean I had only had half a glass of wine at this point! Lol.


We did share alot of good stories about kids and my experiences of working in the hospital setting. I made the mistake of joking around that his family was all doctors... turns out they are... SERIOUSLY? It was like I kept sticking my foot in my mouth.


Dr. McHarmony did do several things right- he picked a wine bar for our first date, he was able to hold conversations that were trivial and intellectual, he picked up the tab without me having to do the whole offering to pay jig, he had manners, and he walked me to my car. 

The verdict is out about how I feel about Dr. McHarmony. He is a great guy, with a big heart. We had great converstaion, and he has lots of cool life experiences. I'm just not sure if he is the one. I'm not sure if my friends would think we "go together" based on our looks and personalities. Then again looks aren't everything. Dr. McHarmony is a decent looking guy, but I didn't see myself kissing him goodnight.


We will see if Dr. McHarmony calls and we further this Grey's Anatomy love. Dating a doctor would be kinda hot! Lol. Of course tomorrow night I do have a another date... with a pilot.

St. Anthony find me a huband

This past year I celebrated my friend's birthday at a local restaurant called Cafe San Miguel. They have an awesome brunch, but probably the most amazing thing about this venue is their women's bathroom. The bathroom is a tribute to St. Anthony of Padua aka the Patron Saint of love and marriages. It is decked out with prayers for the single woman to St. Anthony. From this bathroom I learned that the Mexican and South American custom is for single women to turn St. Anthony upside down and pray to him for a husband. Now I was raised catholic and have heard of people doing lots of things with a St. Anthony Statue in efforts to sell their house or to help them find lost articles, but this was the first time I have heard of praying to St. Anthony to find you a husband!

June 13th is St. Anthony's Day, and while I didn't get to revisit the bathroom at Cafe San Miguel on this holy day, I was able to do a little research. I found this out, and plan on trying it... (hey I mean anything is worth a shot right?)

Find That Love With St.Anthony 

If you are tired of looking on your own for your soul mate let St.Anthony give a hand.

St.Anthony of Padua is the patron of love and marriages.  

Things You'll Need

• Small St. Anthony statue
• Brown candle
• bowl big enough to place candle in with water.

-Find a place where you can put your candle and your St.Anthony statue with out being disturbed.

-Then fill the bowl with enough water to cover the candle, and place the brown candle in it.

-Then next to the candle place St.Anthony upside down. Yes.. You read this right. With his head down and his feet up....

-Light the candle and say this prayer to St.Anthony

O Holy Saint Anthony, gentlest of Saints, thy love for God and charity for His creatures made thee worthy when on earth to possess miraculous powers. Miracles waited on thy word, which thou were ever ready to speak for those in trouble or anxiety. Encouraged by this thought, I implore thee to obtain for me a husband. The answer to my prayer may require a miracle; even so, thou art the Saint of Miracles. O gentle and loving Saint Anthony, whose heart was ever full of human sympathy, whisper my petition into the ears of the sweet Infant Jesus, who loved to be folded in thy arms, and the gratitude of my heart will ever be thine. Amen.

-After you have said the prayer concentrate and ask him to help you find the right person for you.You tell St.Anthony that you will keep him that way until he helps you find the right person for you.And every so often you should meditate and remind him of what you want.

From: How to Find That Love With St.Anthony | eHow.com http://www.ehow.com/how_4591521_that-love-stanthony.html#ixzz1OSYj4x5b

I also found this cool blog about a similar restaurant in Mexico. Check it out. 

 

http://arollingcrone.blogspot.com/2011/02/let-st-anthony-find-your-true-love.html

Yes, I did email the lady and ask for a copy of the prayer they give out... for you single ladies I will forward it to you once if I hear back from her.... if not who is in for a upcoming trip to Cafe San Miguel to stalk to bathroom?  

Feel free to send any St. Anthony statues or tokens my way... I mean anything is worth a try right?

They always come back...

I was super pumped up today! It's my first official day of summer break... no work until August! I had it all figured out, I was going to meet my sorority sister up for a "marathon catch up" lunch, and then spend the rest of the afternoon tidying things up, working out, and laying poolside. Now granted I did accomplish all those things, but I did them while going through several extreme emotions. Emotions brought upon my delightfully planned out day, by Mr. Wrong aka the ex.

It's almost as if he was sitting at the table next to us on the patio at Mi Cocina. I had just finished telling my girlfriend how I was completely content at this moment with being single. I was over all the bad breakups and hurt feelings, I had moved on and was at peace. I no longer had a sense of urgency to crawl every bar for a boy, but trusted that the right one would come along at the perfect time.

As soon as I pulled out of the parking lot I got a text from a famliar number, with a familar phrase..."JBlaze" was all it said, but that one word was enough to make my heart race and whole body turn numb. He had texted me, calling me his pet nickname. I was shocked, I didn't know what to do, all those emotions that I had forced to the back of my head came spilling out from dark places. I started thinking about how I should I react? Should I react? Should I reply? I didn't want to talk to him, I had moved on, so why now? What did he want? What did I want?AHHHHHH.

I phoned several friends, none of which answered (can't blame them since it was 1:15 on a workday). So I tried to sooth myself. I did as I went through feelings of anger, sadness, guilt, anger, flattery, bitterness, contentment, anger, frustration, and then finally peace. One of my friends called me back, and I told her what had happened. She was awesome in that she didn't tell me what to do, but let me tell her what I planned to do. I was going to delete the text and not respond. I knew as soon as the number was deleted from my phone, that I would be "safe" again. My other friend called and agreed that was probably the best idea, especially since our weekend plans included drinks on the patio. Having the number in my phone, would probably lead to a bad choice after a glass or two of wine. 

I took my frustration out on the treadmill and at Target. Between the cardio and the shop therapy I was clear minded again. I was restored to my delightful day!

I was really proud of myself for not falling into Mr. Wrong's game. That is all it was to him, a game, a shear moment where he got what he wanted and I got nothing. I reminded myself that I didn't ever see myself settling down with him (not that he offered that in that small concise text). He is called Mr. Wrong for a reason! I now know that I deserve more then he could ever give me. I've grown so much since the heartbreak he caused to my soul.

Why is it that guys always come back, and never when you want them to? Every guy from my past has tried to reconnect at some point, usually months or years after its over and I've put the relationship to pasture. It's like they sense you are over them, and want to jump back into your mind. Also, why is it that they always pop back up when you are single or lonely? It's a great temptation to play the game, but its a game where no one wins. In this case, especially me. I refuse to waste any more time on someone who wasn't willing to break up with me in the mature way...face to face.

My church group is doing a book study, and in this week's assigned reading it is all about forgiveness. As I laid at the pool this afternoon, I read the chapter assignment and thought of Mr. Wrong. I had to forgive him completely for his actions or my heart would be filled with constant torment and bitterness. So I said a little prayer for Mr. Wrong that I could forgive him for how I felt he wronged me, and asked God to watch over him.

This is just another prime example of why I need to change my phone....

Its true what they say about skinny girls

Its true what they say about skinny girls, they are doing something to look that way... 

For years I believed the myth that some girls were just born naturally thin, and could eat whatever they wanted. Well, actually maybe that was true in high school, but after you enter the dorm genetics are no longer working in your favor.

Ever notice that when you go to a gym its all a bunch of cute skinny girls in their tight pants, tight tank top, and sports bra? Well the reason they are wearing those tight fitting pants, top, and bra are because THEY GO TO THE GYM! You see, you have to work out in order to maintain that tight figure... or to even obtain that figure!

Yes I know what you are thinking, some of those girls binge eat and then puke when no one is looking, and that very well may be true. But after doing some of my own research (with my skinny friends), I learned that those girls work HARD to maintain their slim waist. Sure they go have a few beers, eat the fries and the burger... but THEN they go to the gym. It's crazy how this whole thing works, and kinda sad that I'm just now convincing myself of this. 

My mind was triggered of this realization today when my friend and I went to the Katy Trail for a walk. We are both just normal, average, cute girls. It cracked me up as we journeyed past all shapes and sizes, especially those with the fake boobs and sports bra only look going on.  

Moral of the story: If you want to fit in at the gym, you gotta get yourself to the gym! 


For the month of June I have challenged myself to workout ATLEAST 15 days for a minimum of 30 minutes each. Here it is June 8th and I just sneaked in my third workout. Guess I will be really hitting up the gym the next few days!