More Awkward Situations – The Blouse

I have definitely found myself in plenty of awkward situations during my adventures with opposite sex.  And I really pride myself on my truly warped sense of humor and irony.  I thought I’d share some funny tidbits from my adventures, ones that don’t involve me having sex with a psychopath.

The first three times PB and I went out our clothes kinda ’matched.  It was amusing to both of us that each time we were wearing almost exactly the same color shirt.  We both just determined we look good in the same colors; it was funny and cute.  But the fourth time we went out I realized that it could be a problem.  We had just finished sexy time, he was sweating and I had stuff on my chest and abdomen that I wanted to wipe off.  He scanned his room for something we could both use. We had both worn light blue that night so when he picked up a light blue shirt off the floor, wiped his brow and handed it to me adding, “Use this. It is fine,”  I took the shirt and wiped myself off, handed it back to him and he tossed it the corner of his room..

He went to use the bathroom and I decided it would be a good time for me to pop outside for a smoke.  I stood up, pulled on my jeans but didn’t see my blouse.  I stood up and scanned the room.  I looked at the foot of the bed and found PB’s discarded clothes in a pile, light blue shirt included.  “No” I mumbled.  I turned to where he had tossed the other shirt.  “No, no, no,” I whined.  I cautiously pick up the shirt and held it out in front of me.  “Fuck!” I said as I stared at my blouse which now had a nice big smear of PB on it.  As I stood there staring at my blouse, mumbling to myself, PB came back into the room.  “Oh no!” he exclaimed.  He tried to fight his urge to laugh as he apologized profusely.

“I need a shirt.”  He went to his closet and got me a t-shirt.  He informed me that the shirt I was now putting on was the shirt he thought he had handed me only moments before.  I just started laughing.  I kept thinking about my blouse and the whole situation and it was funny.  I was now wearing hooker boots and a t-shirt.  If that doesn’t scream “Walk of Shame” then I don’t know what does.  I wondered if my blouse was ruined but I really didn’t care.  I had a great story and I love great stories.

This Sh*t is Bananas

I was just nominated for another blog award and I can feel you all rolling your eyes.  Don’t be mean! Having such amazing, strong writer friends has been so great.  I am glad that my blog is liked and has been received so well.  Writing is a huge part of who I am and since I started dedicating more time on improving myself this blog has been really important.  It has allowed me to focus and think about my life from a different prospective.  It has shaped who I am and how I view myself in some amazing ways.

I love that my fellow writers like Jen at Jenchay appreciate all the work I put into sharing my experiences and lessons through my writing and this blog.  I am so proud to be repeatedly recognized by my peers, writers, who are equally if not more deserving of these awards than I am.   I have so much to read each day it really takes a chunk out of my day but I wouldn’t change that for anything.  I love reading so many of your blogs and I feel like I am better for having done so.  Much love!

The Rules for the ABC Award are a little different but fun!  They are as follows:

  1. Thank the person who nominated you
  2. There is no limit to how many fellow bloggers you can nominate so go crazy
  3. Share some things about you but alphabetically just a word or two about you starting with each letter of the alphabet.
  4. Post the the award on your own blog.

I have to thank Jen again for being so kind to my blog.  I can’t begin to articulate how I feel right now.  I feel humbled, excited and proud all at the same time.  You are awesome and I am really happy you enjoy my blog.

I can nominate as many blogs as I want so I am just going to start writing and see how many I end up with.  I’d like to nominate two women who lovingly refer to as my blog mother and my moral compass (and I hope that does offend anyone,) Lorna at Lorna’s Voice and Janice at Aurora Morealist have this way of encouraging me to really think about what I am feeling and why I am feeling that way.  Besides being insanely talented writers I always look for their comments when I can’t seem to guide myself in the right direction.   If you haven’t checked out The Wandering Mind you should.  Stephen offers a fresh male perspective in dating and his poetry is really good.  He also serves as my sounding board when I am having “boy troubles” and I thank him for that.

If I could meet any of the writers from the many blogs I love (and I would like to meet a lot of you) I think I would want to start with Jen at Sips of Jen and Tonic, MC at MysteryCoach, Cakes Mcain at Pasta for One and Lauren at Viciously Sweet.  In addition to reminding me a lot of my girlfriends here in Portland I find their writing so accessible and relatable that I just know we’d hit it off.  They are funny and charming with a pretty sharp edge and I love their blogs.  Whenever I need to help in the dating department I have a set group of blogs I visit.  These women and their adventures help chart a course for me when I hit rough patch or I am feeling uncertain about a situation.  These blogs remind me that I am not alone and that there are plenty of amazing women out there in search of a real partner.  Silly G at Three Months to Forty, Cadence at Search 4 A Soul Mate and Cat at Cafe Girl Chronicles are just what the doctor ordered.  And last but certainly not least I’d like to nominate LFR at La Femme Roar for introducing me to so many amazing blogs and for writing some truly hilarious posts.  If I ever need a smile I know right where to go!

A Alone N Narcissistic
B Bitchy O Optimistic
C Content P Promiscuous
D Direct Q Quiet (not)
E Excited R Rebellious
F Funny S Sex (Duh!)
G Genuine, Growing T Talkative
H Happy, Horny U Unicorn
I Intelligent, Impatient V Vain
J Jackass W Wishful
K Kick Ass X Xylophone (ID effing K)
L Loud, learning Y Youthful
M Mister Z Zen

Well that’s all folks.  I feel like I miss people I should recognize everytime I do one of these. :/  Congrats to all the nominees and thanks for all the support.  I love you for loving me.  T

Would You Buy a Car Without Test Driving It?

I know that premarital and/or casual sex is fairly common these days.  I also know in some cultures it is really frowned upon.  I respect anyone’s right to wait to have sex until they are married or in a committed relationship.  The choice is personal and I don’t judge anyone for waiting but for me that just wouldn’t work.  I want to know what I am getting myself into.

Even before a committed relationship is established I need to check under the hood, take a car for a test drive and see how it runs.  Sex isn’t the most important aspect of a relationship but for me it is important to consider.  I am hyper sexual and I really need that aspect of my relationships to be good.  I can’t imagine ever committing to someone if that part of my relationship didn’t work.  To me, that is crazy.

I have been in one situation, in all of my “pseudo” relationships where I just let the fact that the sex was mediocre slide and it was because the feelings were there before I realized that things weren’t going to substantially improve in the bedroom.  I really don’t think I would do that again.  I am not really much of a teacher.  While I was in college I actually tutored writing for about three years and I sucked at it.  I just told them what they had to change and what they should write.

I don’t mind giving a little direction in the bedroom but if they just can’t seem to get it then I get real impatient.  I have been pretty lucky in that respect.  I just wouldn’t want to be in a long term relationship if we weren’t sexually compatible.  It is like writing.  You can teach them the rules but when it comes to talent you either have it or you don’t.

I have a friend who is not Christian who just got married to a man she has known for a very short period of time because her parents arranged it.  She seemed happy and excited about the wedding and I truly believe that that situation works for her.  She is also a virgin.  If someone were to come to me and tell me that I was going to marry a man and that I would not be able to have sex until we were married I think I would opt to abstain and be single forever.

I just can’t even fathom that.  That would be a nightmare to me.  I sound like a slut right now huh?  (I really don’t care.)  Having a physical connection is so important to a relationship.  I place more emphasis on it because I was really deprived of physical affection for the bulk of my life.  I need to want you.  I need to crave you and if we aren’t sexually in sync then the chances are I am not going to feel that way.

I read an article that said, “Women need intimacy to feel sexual, while men need sex to feel intimate.”  I guess I date like a guy.  I am okay with that.  I need the sex to be good.  Sex helps me feel connected.  That is the moment when I start thinking about whether or not we could have a future, I almost never think about it until we’ve taken a drive.

Emotionally Damaged

I get to a point when I am dating a guy where I just want to know what is what.  When I get to that point I start to shut down emotionally because I am afraid that I will get to clingy/needy/overbearing… (Whatever it is girls do that makes men think they are crazy.)  To prevent myself from doing this I start to shut down.  I put up a wall and feel like I really start to lose all sense of myself in the presence of whoever it is I am trying not to run off.  The funny thing about my little defense mechanism is it generally confuses the shit out of men and they want to end it anyway.  They assume I have lost interest or that I am still in fact a crazy woman and stop calling.

I don’t know how much texting is too much texting.  I don’t know if I should IM them when I see they are online because I don’t want to bug anyone and I really feel like I don’t know what the line between appropriate and annoying is so I just ignore them unless they contact me.

I really, really suck at the stuff that is on the cusp of moving toward something potentially serious, this when I get tossed into the FWB category.  I don’t seem to be interested but I am still willing to have sex with them, of course I am still interested in something more but I have a hard time showing it.  So I continue to sleep with a guy until he finds something more substantial.

I am so terrified of being hurt that rather than just putting it all on the line and saying that I think we should try for something more I just let it all fall apart.  I am really trying not to do that right now.  I told PB that I really like him and he told me he liked me too.  I suggest we talk about what we “were”  and he agreed.  We were both pretty buzzed and he suggested we wait until the morning. Neither of us brought  it up, it was all I was thinking about but I just didn’t want to talk about it.  I was afraid I wouldn’t like what I was going to hear.

I just want someone to tell me it is okay for me to care.  I want someone to tell me they care and then I will be fine.  If I heard that then I know exactly how to act.  Right now I am starting to question everything and no one has done anything wrong.  We have another date this week, I saw him this morning when he brought me my phone and I talked to him on the phone twice today.  PB even wants to take my son snowboarding and to hang out for the day which is great.

I am just scared.  I am at the place where I really start to doubt myself.  I am really trying to communicate but once I start getting scared it seems like all the potential goes away and I start preparing for bad and hurt.  Regardless of what gets said or how he behaves positively the wall is already there and it is big and strong.

I want to be amazing for him.  We really need to talk about what happens next and I am just scared. I want to be able to tell him I do this and that I really want to be able to get past it with him.  I really do like him. He has been amazing to me. I don’t want to get hurt but I don’t want to hurt him either.

My Head is So Big I May Be Stuck in the House for a While

I was nominated for two more awards! One received last year and I know some people feel like they are “double dipping” if I accept the award again but I am an ego maniac and a gigantic attention whore so I am going to accept them both.  All joking aside, I am truly honored to be recognized by writers I admire.

I was nominated for 7×7 Link Award and The Versatile Blogger award by the lovely Cakes McCain whose blog Pasta for One is really a great blog by a lovely and talented writer.  I really appreciate the acknowledgment from a woman I admire.  If you haven’t discovered her blog yet I would really encourage you to check it out.

And there are always rules with these things and because the rules for the 7×7 Link Award are kind of complicated I am going to accept both awards by meeting the requirements of the Versatile Blogger Award, which are as follows…

Nominate  10-15 fellow bloggers. All of these blogs are really pretty fantastic.  If you have a chance I strongly reccomend you check them out.

Cadence at Search 4 a Soulmate

Jen at Sips of Jen and Tonic

Lafemmeroar

Jenny at jennyexiled

Ty at Ty Curious

MysteryCoach

Jeny at Wild Geese that Fly

Jen at Jenchay

Jeanna at Xanax or Running Shoes

Kay at a2realhouswife

Inform the bloggers of their nomination.

Share 7 random things about yourself.  Since I know a lot of you are probably more interested in how my date with PB went last night I am going to provide you with seven random facts about our date.

  • PB picked me up at 10ish last night for drinks.
  • PB dropped me off at 3ish this afternoon.  (And yes that was  only date #4)
  • We each had three drinks, ate and decided to go back to his place.
  • We sat in his living room on the floor looking at his record collection and talking about everything, for hours.
  • We didn’t go to bed until about 5:30 a.m.
  • We woke up at 11:30 a.m. but didn’t get out of bed until 1:30 p.m.
  • I left my phone in his car and he is bringing it to me in the morning.

Thank the blogger who nominated you.

Thanks you so much Cakes.  I really look forward to reading your blog whenever you post.  You are fantastic and if you ever need a roommate let me know,  I’ll hop on a plane.

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Thanks again to everyone who takes the time to read my blog and interact.  I could never affectively convey how much I appreciate it.  Congratulations to all of the nominees.  I hope you will all take some time and spread the love.

Because I Hate Disclaimers

 Recent commenter: Our sexuality is a gift from God.

Me: So are orgasms.

I have been receiving lots of messages and comments from people who seem pretty offended by some of personal views about sex, men and relationships.  So if you are reading something that offends you, why would you come back time and time again and read more material that will continue to offend you? More importantly, why would you take the time to try to comment over and over again?  I will never respond.  The example above is the only one I have responded to.  I will never approve comments questioning my morality, my sense of self or my soul (or lack thereof.)

I am quite happy with who I am and pleased with my life.  I am a happy and fulfilled.  It has taken me a long time and hard work to get to the point where I could say that.  I don’t judge anyone based of their life choices or because they believe something that deviates from my own beliefs.  I am honest and open and I will continue to be those two things.

So my point is if you do not like my blog or are offended to the point that you feel inclined to be rude and judgmental, just don’t read it.  It is a very simple solution to a problem that some folks who have commented couldn’t seem to come to on their own.  And to everyone who enjoys and supports my blog, thank you.  I love the family I have found here.  I am truly humbled that so many amazing people take time out of their day to read what I write.

Let’s Talk About Numbers

I have written about this topic before, The Magic Number.  I am neither proud nor ashamed of the number of men I have slept with.  It does however bother me that anyone would ask me just how many men that is, outside my close circle of friends.*  I figure that if you are in a relationship or starting one with someone that that is what is important, you and your partner.  Let’s live in the now, shall we?

I don’t care how many women a man has slept with or even why he did, I care that he was safe and clean, but the actual number is unimportant.  I have had men ask me my number and I always answer the question truthfully because I pride myself on how open I am.  I also love the, often, surprised look on their faces when I answer the question.  I love watching them take my answer in and their shock at the readiness with which I respond.  In most instances I feel that if they are going to base the longevity of our relationship on my past then we might as well get it out of the way early on and if they cannot deal  then it is best I find out sooner rather than later.

But really, why do men even want to know?  If you are concerned about who is more experienced, being intimate will likely answer any questions you might have.  I find that in most instances it is more about ego.  I don’t care about ego.  If I want to be with a man then I want to be with him.  I have even found in situations where the sex was lacking, I could still have a pretty solid relationship.  There is always the potential for improvement.  Sex is the best when you care about each other’s needs and are willing to take the time explore what appeals to both parties.  Truly fulfilling sex takes time and a willingness to learn what your partner needs.  No amount of partners is going to teach what an individual wants.

Numbers don’t mean much to me.  I hate being asked.  How is my past relevant to my present?  I am in a place in my life where I just want one.  I want one for a good long time but sometimes things don’t work out the way we want and I may just increase my number. It doesn’t bother me.  I am looking for someone to share my life with and that means a few more notches in my bedpost.  If that means I have more experience then any sane guy should appreciate that as much as a woman appreciates a man who is fantastic in bed.

I always liken inquiring about one’s number to slut shaming.  Like my number of partners says something terrible about me rather than what it means to me.  My number means that I have been looking for someone amazing for a while, who could be amazing in many aspects of my life and I just haven’t found him yet.  That is what my number means.  It doesn’t make me feel like I am a slut or that I am too promiscuous.  What it means is that I am still looking and trying to find the right man for me.

And I do like sex.  I especially like sex with when I see the potential for something more and if I see it then the last thing you should be doing is asking me how many partners I have had.  You should be making sure I don’t kill bunnies or I don’t hate babies. You should be inquiring about my plans for the future; you most certainly shouldn’t be worrying about who I was sleeping with before I found you.

*One of my friends asks me about my number based on the idea that once you have had twenty partners you will never get married a la the movie “What’s Your Number?”  She always asks me,”How many guys until you are never getting married?” I think it is hilarious!

Aww Shucks!

I was nominated for my first blog award of the year!  After I did my little happy dance, I sat down and reflected on what an amazing community of writers I share company with and I am so grateful for all you share.  I so appreciate all of support and encouragement you have all shown me.  You truly make me feel amazingly special and my ego was inflated enough.  (But please don’t stop acknowledging me!  I love attention :P )

Jen at Jenchay nominated me for the One Lovely Blog Award.  (The new design for the award is really cool.)  Is there a TMI Blog Award?  I think I would be more in line for that award. Maybe a Promiscuous Blogger Award… Crazy Cat Lady Award… No?

But seriously I would really like to thank her.  Her blog contains a mix of poetry and personal stories that are great!.  I thank her for recognizing me.  I really enjoy her blog and it is always nice to recognized by someone you admire.

As you all know there are rules to accepting these awards.  The rules for The One Lovely Blog Award are as follows:

  1. Thank the person who nominated you.
  2. Name your nominated blogs 10-15 is the standard number. Then notify them that you have done so.
  3. Share seven things about yourself.

Thanks!

Thanks again to Jen. You rock!  Everyone should really take a chance to look at her blog.

And the nominees are…

Janice, Aurora Morealist  Such an inspiring blog by a very thoughtful and caring writer.

Cakes McCain, Pasta For One  Such a fun blog written by a woman currently living in Italy. (So jealous!)

Jeanna, Xanax For Running Shoes  Jeanna is so open and honest.  XfRS is definitely is a great blog.

The Reluctant Monogamist  This blog makes me feel better when I feel really off course with the whole dating thing.

Cat, Cafe Girl Chronicles  I love her writing style and her openness.  She inspires me in so many ways.  And she gets to travel the world and get paid for it.  (Super jealous!)

Nancy, The Chick Dick Mysteries  I love when Nancy leaves comments on my blog.  She is amazingly supportive and she is also a very talented writer.

Meanor, meanoreyes This is such a fun blog.

The Gang at Viciously Sweet I just love this blog.  I am so happy we found each other!  And I love the illustrations.

Lorna, Lorna’s Voice  Lorna is just inspiring and so is her blog.

Mystery Coach, MysteryCoach Another one of my favorite commenters.  I get excited when I see them and her blog is soooo funny.

Shonnie, Diary of an Angry Fat Woman  Shonnie’s journey is just inspiring.

EvilNymphStuff, An Evil Nymph’s Blog  She is just sooo cute!  Her blog is worth checking out.

Chrystalyn, The Future of Hope She is another amazing blogger and so supportive of her fellow writers.

Se7en more things you don’t want to know about me

  1. I would really like to go live on the East Coast for a few years but the live on the beach in California.
  2. Five of my family members unfriended me on Facebook because of my blog.
  3. I had a dream that my friend tried to make a u-turn by driving into a lake last night.  The car sunk and I saved us both.
  4. I  am typically offended/insulted by my friends choices when they try to set me up with someone.
  5. The main reason I do not like men to send me pictures of their penises is because I find it better to be surprised.  If I see it before I have decided I would have sex with a guy sometimes I decide I don’t want to see it in person. (Some penises look really weird!)
  6. I don’t like being on top.  If I ask to be on top it generally (not always) means somebody isn’t doing a very good job.
  7. I always skip over the nominee section of these acceptance posts and save them for last.  It gives me time to think about what nice things I want to say about them.

But really… thanks to all of my readers and fellow writers.  I love this community, my writing family.

Don’t Do ANYTHING I Would Do!

This morning I was checking my email.  Scanning everyone’s comments on recent posts and I came across something interesting.  I received an email from a dating website I hadn’t heard of.  They inquired if I would be interested in writing a sort of advice column for their site about dating and relationships.  The person who sent it had referenced a few of my posts, In Defense of Casual Sex being the one he seemed most interested in.  I reread the email, chuckling as I did so.

I emailed him a response suggesting that my offering dating advice seemed like the blind leading the blind but that if we could approach it from a “don’t do anything I would do” angle and I was permitted to approach it humorously I might be interested in responding to some reader questions.  I haven’t received a response.

The idea of me giving dating advice, which I actually do a lot in my personal life, seems like the last thing any sane woman (or man) would want but apparently that isn’t the case.  It could be a fun little experiment for me.  It could be a good exercise in thinking outside my own experience and putting my own bumpy road into perspective for the sake of others.

Who would have thought that my lack of a love life, and ass backwards attempts to secure one could be useful?  I seldom get past the first stage of dating and when I do the circumstances are never typical.  What receiving that email really did for me was inspire me to really start thinking about writing a book which would very much be a “don’t try this at home” account of my own experiences.  It has been suggested by friends for about a year now that I should write a manuscript.  I always said I would someday but now I think it might actually be time to start.

 

A Questionable Situation: When Is It Worth It?

I tend to be the girl who comes into a situation knowing just what can/will go wrong.  It isn’t because I am pessimistic but because I tend to choose situations that are complicated.  And I really dislike complicated.  At this point in my life I want simple.  I want things to flow easily with little need for fretting or concern.  Being in a complicated situation where my heart is concerned seems to be my worst proclivity.

I genuinely want a relationship that can just be relaxed, fun and as drama free as humanly possible.  I like easy; I am easy. (Shut up! That is not what I meant!)  I just tend to find myself attracted to men who seem amazing but circumstances are always looming over us like a giant cloud of impending doom. I fucking hate that.  Some of these issues could be remedied, some were destined to fail.

Baby on the Way

Dating a guy with a very strong sense of family is awesome.  Dating a guy with a strong sense of obligation can be great too.  Starting a relationship with a guy who is two months shy of being a first time father and would do anything to ensure he is part of his new son’s life is not wise.  It was clear how this situation could (and likely would) end.  Once he saw an opportunity to reconcile with his baby’s mother, everything else got tossed aside.  It wasn’t a surprise.  It was easy to see it coming but it doesn’t mean it feels any better.

The Regretful Man-Whore

Dating a coworker is just never a solid judgment call.  Dating a guy who is a self-proclaimed slut is just dumb, even when said ‘slut” is constantly saying how he wants to change.  He wants a relationship now.  He is sick of playing games.  Electing to sleep with that man after a very long stint of abstinence is just being unbelievably reckless with your heart.  It is kind of like standing on a train track expecting a train to be able stop without hitting you.  There is no way you are walking away from that scenario unscathed.  It is just an example of really poor decision making.

My Nemesis

Dating the ex of someone who literally hates you is another interesting avenue to explore.   The potential for problems are apparent from the start.  When the guy has to deal with the person who hates you (for at least sixteen more years) it gets even more difficult.  When dating you could make that situation even more complicated for him, there is more potential for bad.  The last thing you want is to see him suffer especially because of you.

I really don’t feel like I choose these situations but I am definitely overly optimistic once I am in them.  I tend to make dating more difficult than it has to be.  I don’t date with the odds in my favor.  I try to shrug it off.  It is a lesson.  The problem is I can see the lesson before we actually start the exercise.  Is it wrong for me to be hopeful?  Sometimes it really feels like it is worth a shot.

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