The day I unloaded the UHaul truck, to move into my new house I met my neighbor. Well, actually we only spoke pleasantries. I never got his name and he never brought me the welcome to the neighborhood cake. We always waved in passing but never had more than 5 real words to each other. The basic... "Hey" "How are you?" "Beautiful day. Gonna wash your car?" "Have a good day." That lasted for almost 2 years.
I've since learned his name, that he met his wife in the DR, they have no children-only a really cute dog and that he works and then works out (I suppose he does have a nice body). But, had it not been for a short term house guest, I may have never learned that much. It seems my house guest and him became friendly during her stay. They would chat and hang out when I wasn't home. After finally being actually introduced, we would chat from across our yards. Every once in awhile, we would chat in one of our yards. I provide all this background to lead up to the issue...my neighbor likes me. No, he wants to sleep with me. His intentions are and would not be to court, date, chill, hang, or attempt to be with me-he just wants to fuck.
We've hung out twice. The 1st time was the (basic married man's/prep cheating) sob story about his marriage. Blah, blah, blah. I was ok with this very neighborly type hangout and felt that we could be cool. I figured everybody needs someone to talk to-a friend, when you need to talk , vent or cry. HOWEVER, the in passings became..."we should hang out" (wink, wink), comments about my boyfriend's car(s) ("still rolling with him and not me huh?"), comments about me, "Damn, you looking good today" and questions, "When you gonna let me 'take care of you'". I ignored the inappropriateness and just charged it to a man flirting. But the 2nd time we hung out (over drinks) it was a full blown conversation about what he wanted to do to me-How he wanted to beat it and eat it up. WOW Neighbor!?!?
Now, don't get me wrong. I liked the every once in a while flirty comments...the you look cute today" ones-it's good for my ego. I didn't mind being a friend/a shoulder when he was whinning about his cheating wife. And the beat it eat it conversation was interesting, but, I wasn't and am absolutely not interested. Which got me to thinking.... Do you really have sex with your married neighbor?!?! I mean everything about that is very wrong and very bad!!! He's married! The sex could be good or bad (for me or for him), either way the ramifications of either couldn't be good. The possibiloities of that bullshit would be endless.
I've since...stopped landscapping my yard...I get Juan to do that. I don't take out my trash...I get my son to do that and I only leave the house when it's dark. Because at the end of the day. I don't want my house burnt down.
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Friday, November 27, 2009
Drunk A$$
Another one of those nights... A night when I don't think I've had that much to drink but I don't remember, because I obviously did have enough. I don't remember the last conversation I had or who I was talking to. Or if I was talking to anyone at all. I don't remember walking or getting into bed and I don't remember taking my clothes or shoes off. I just can't remember.
But I do remember what I drank-Remy Martin VSOP. That's my poison of choice. I remember who I was with. I remember that I was safe and didn't have to drive and didn't have to get up early the next day. But those things didn't matter to my boyfriend. He hates when I drink to get drunk. And rightfully so, I'm more than positive I'm not that cute, classy lady he knows so well. But at some point, my alter ego-who can be fun or not so fun...depending on what and how many drinks I've had comes out.
And I suppose I should know when to say when and know my limits, but sometimes I just don't and don't care. Sad but true. Even more sad is that, I like to drink but also don't have to drink. So why and how do I get so damn drunk? Why and how do I drink and then don't remember? HMMMM Maybe, I'm not drunk at all, but have multiple personality disorder. "I" don't have to drink, but one of my personanlities does. And one of my other personalities is a drunk a$$ and makes the 2 of us who can control the other forget everything, hence why we don't let her out too often. HMMMM. Split personalities........
But an interesting note, the same guy that hates when I'm drunk...doesn't complain about my drunk a$$ in the bedroom. So who the hell is he sleeping with?
But I do remember what I drank-Remy Martin VSOP. That's my poison of choice. I remember who I was with. I remember that I was safe and didn't have to drive and didn't have to get up early the next day. But those things didn't matter to my boyfriend. He hates when I drink to get drunk. And rightfully so, I'm more than positive I'm not that cute, classy lady he knows so well. But at some point, my alter ego-who can be fun or not so fun...depending on what and how many drinks I've had comes out.
And I suppose I should know when to say when and know my limits, but sometimes I just don't and don't care. Sad but true. Even more sad is that, I like to drink but also don't have to drink. So why and how do I get so damn drunk? Why and how do I drink and then don't remember? HMMMM Maybe, I'm not drunk at all, but have multiple personality disorder. "I" don't have to drink, but one of my personanlities does. And one of my other personalities is a drunk a$$ and makes the 2 of us who can control the other forget everything, hence why we don't let her out too often. HMMMM. Split personalities........
But an interesting note, the same guy that hates when I'm drunk...doesn't complain about my drunk a$$ in the bedroom. So who the hell is he sleeping with?
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
We Had Some Fun
I have a friend that I remember exactly how we met, but not the first place we ever went. From the moment we met, we've enjoyed each others company. We talk, we laugh, we cry, eat, drink and be merry!!! We watch and talk about movies. We laugh and quote movies. We watch and talk about people. We live and enjoy life. We've always had a good time. That's what we do, we get together just to have a good time. Nothing else makes sense.
But there are some times that I will never forget and are worthy of documenting....
Possibly due to some man issue-we went to the movies to see-Diary of a Mad Black Woman, yeah typical girlfriend hang out?! Nope, we brought sippy cups of Remy and that movie just wasn't the same.
Celebrating a friends birthday-we went to a hot lounge, where there was actually no room for dancing...So we danced on the tables and was asked to leave.
Having remembered how much fun we had at the hot lounge, we went back and met the "T's". The "T's" were a group of men friends who's names all started with T. The "T's" turned out to be great hang out buddies....We always went to cool spots-like concerts (with great seats), swank restaurants and sexy new lounges.
Because of our love for food, we are and were always eating...Ihop, was our friend after hanging out. One particular night, in an Ihop, Platinum P and Pantie freak made a not so connection LOL. Weird guy, whom I had just met wanted my panties? There was our Ben's Chili Bowl experience...How dare they run out of turkey dogs!!! Not everybody eats pork! I feel only a little bad for cursing out the staff. We loved summer nights in Adams Morgan-Our Heaven and Hell night was the best. Though we had a great time....waiting in that long line, Hungry! and excited to finally get my pizza, to have it fall to the ground?! Was Not cool! Damn right the guy who knocked it down needed to give me $20 for my $3 pizza. Always wanting "breckfus", one night, I mean morning we pulled tables together to have breckfus with complete strangers-that was fun. And the most memorable but still hurts my feelings and stomach...was the night, I mean morning we went to Kramers. They had a 'chef's special' salad, that was amazing. We went again the following weekend, just to get the salad ands it wasn't on the menu. We'll never get that phenomenal salad again. Disappointing!
We had plenty of strip club nights. With any and all of our guy friends. Great nights.
We had some guy friends that were tennis fans...you gotta love ballers! LuV, LUv LUVed...hanging with the tennis fans.
And like most friends, there is always the Miami trip. The Miami trip deserves it's own blog!
Was just thinking we had some fun!!!!
But there are some times that I will never forget and are worthy of documenting....
Possibly due to some man issue-we went to the movies to see-Diary of a Mad Black Woman, yeah typical girlfriend hang out?! Nope, we brought sippy cups of Remy and that movie just wasn't the same.
Celebrating a friends birthday-we went to a hot lounge, where there was actually no room for dancing...So we danced on the tables and was asked to leave.
Having remembered how much fun we had at the hot lounge, we went back and met the "T's". The "T's" were a group of men friends who's names all started with T. The "T's" turned out to be great hang out buddies....We always went to cool spots-like concerts (with great seats), swank restaurants and sexy new lounges.
Because of our love for food, we are and were always eating...Ihop, was our friend after hanging out. One particular night, in an Ihop, Platinum P and Pantie freak made a not so connection LOL. Weird guy, whom I had just met wanted my panties? There was our Ben's Chili Bowl experience...How dare they run out of turkey dogs!!! Not everybody eats pork! I feel only a little bad for cursing out the staff. We loved summer nights in Adams Morgan-Our Heaven and Hell night was the best. Though we had a great time....waiting in that long line, Hungry! and excited to finally get my pizza, to have it fall to the ground?! Was Not cool! Damn right the guy who knocked it down needed to give me $20 for my $3 pizza. Always wanting "breckfus", one night, I mean morning we pulled tables together to have breckfus with complete strangers-that was fun. And the most memorable but still hurts my feelings and stomach...was the night, I mean morning we went to Kramers. They had a 'chef's special' salad, that was amazing. We went again the following weekend, just to get the salad ands it wasn't on the menu. We'll never get that phenomenal salad again. Disappointing!
We had plenty of strip club nights. With any and all of our guy friends. Great nights.
We had some guy friends that were tennis fans...you gotta love ballers! LuV, LUv LUVed...hanging with the tennis fans.
And like most friends, there is always the Miami trip. The Miami trip deserves it's own blog!
Was just thinking we had some fun!!!!
Monday, November 23, 2009
Shoetherapy
So I was having one of those days. Nothing seemed to be going my way. I wasn't feeling well, issues with my boo and it was raining (I dislike the rain very much). So, when a friend needed a favor and I had nothing better to do riding through 3 states didn't seem so bad.
The favor didn't matter anymore when I saw the DSW. The day had just gotten better. My head ache and upset stomach that I had all day was gone. The rain stopped and my boo problems didn't seem to matter. Shoe stores and shoe sections of stores fill me with such joy and delight. I get excited with just the thought of perusing the aisles. The anticipation of finding a cute shoe and the possibility of it being on sale thrills me.
So, on this particular day a pair of new shoes was just what the Dr. ordered. It didn't matter-a sexy stiletto, a pretty little peep toe, a marvelous mary jane, some banging thigh high boots, a sultry strappy sandal...I just needed a new pair, I needed a pick me up-a prescription of elatedness.
My process-I walk slowly down each aisle. I glance at each shoe, pick up the ones that catch my attention, try on the ones that I really like and only purchase the ones that I absolutely love. On sale is preferred but not a required.
And on this day-I found shoes for my friend and a few pair for me. Pure exultantness! Her pair was a cute sexy little black strappy summer Steve Madden sandal-ON SALE and mine was a brown patten leather summer Ralph Lauren sandal, also-ON SALE. An absolutely euphoric day, nothing like shoetherapy.
The favor didn't matter anymore when I saw the DSW. The day had just gotten better. My head ache and upset stomach that I had all day was gone. The rain stopped and my boo problems didn't seem to matter. Shoe stores and shoe sections of stores fill me with such joy and delight. I get excited with just the thought of perusing the aisles. The anticipation of finding a cute shoe and the possibility of it being on sale thrills me.
So, on this particular day a pair of new shoes was just what the Dr. ordered. It didn't matter-a sexy stiletto, a pretty little peep toe, a marvelous mary jane, some banging thigh high boots, a sultry strappy sandal...I just needed a new pair, I needed a pick me up-a prescription of elatedness.
My process-I walk slowly down each aisle. I glance at each shoe, pick up the ones that catch my attention, try on the ones that I really like and only purchase the ones that I absolutely love. On sale is preferred but not a required.
And on this day-I found shoes for my friend and a few pair for me. Pure exultantness! Her pair was a cute sexy little black strappy summer Steve Madden sandal-ON SALE and mine was a brown patten leather summer Ralph Lauren sandal, also-ON SALE. An absolutely euphoric day, nothing like shoetherapy.
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Blah Blogging
I told my daughter I was blogging now, and she said "'blogging' is for whiners...blah, blah, blah, whine, blah, blah, blogging, whining, blah, blah. HOW DARE SHE?!?! Doesn't she realize how much time, energy and thought process goes into my blog. Or anybody elses for that matter. HOW RUDE! Please, forgive her-our youth for she know not what she says. I apologize for her.
But this particular blag is an FYI and an acknowledgment....
Good news-I got a new contract that is gonna require me to do work. Bad news-this will not allow me to blog as much as I like. So, my once 2 aday blog fixes will have to be cut back to 1 aday or a few times a week. Sorry to my asharpwomanslife addicts. Gotta pay the bills.
Now for the acknowledgement... I was perusing some other blogs today and came a cross a few http://www.sweetinsanityandsarcasm.blogspot.com/, http://www.thismufuckarighthere.blogspot.com/, http://www.notallbaltimorechicksarestuoid.blogspot.com/, and I think http://www.letsgetiton.blogspot.com/ if the websites are incorrect please forgive me ladies. But these young lady's blog sites are fun, funny and interesting to say the least. I wish I had blogging as a release when I was 20 anything.... Wow!!! the things I would've said. But anyway, if you stop by my blog and were not satiated maybe give theirs a look see. They're definitely funny and upfront, just how I like.
As for my blah blogging buster a$$ baby boo... She really should, could and needs to blog herself. I'm confident she would enjoy it. She lives a fortunate and exciting life!!! I can only imagine the things she could and would say (including the stuff she would and could say about me)....Ms. fashion diva herself at thirteen, her blog would be popping.
This is to all the bloggers...those now and the ones yet to come....BLAH BLOGGING!!!
But this particular blag is an FYI and an acknowledgment....
Good news-I got a new contract that is gonna require me to do work. Bad news-this will not allow me to blog as much as I like. So, my once 2 aday blog fixes will have to be cut back to 1 aday or a few times a week. Sorry to my asharpwomanslife addicts. Gotta pay the bills.
Now for the acknowledgement... I was perusing some other blogs today and came a cross a few http://www.sweetinsanityandsarcasm.blogspot.com/, http://www.thismufuckarighthere.blogspot.com/, http://www.notallbaltimorechicksarestuoid.blogspot.com/, and I think http://www.letsgetiton.blogspot.com/ if the websites are incorrect please forgive me ladies. But these young lady's blog sites are fun, funny and interesting to say the least. I wish I had blogging as a release when I was 20 anything.... Wow!!! the things I would've said. But anyway, if you stop by my blog and were not satiated maybe give theirs a look see. They're definitely funny and upfront, just how I like.
As for my blah blogging buster a$$ baby boo... She really should, could and needs to blog herself. I'm confident she would enjoy it. She lives a fortunate and exciting life!!! I can only imagine the things she could and would say (including the stuff she would and could say about me)....Ms. fashion diva herself at thirteen, her blog would be popping.
This is to all the bloggers...those now and the ones yet to come....BLAH BLOGGING!!!
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