I got engaged to the love of my life.
Visited Appalachia.
Ate lots of food.
Saw old friends.
Watched fire dancers.
Got to know my ex boyfriend turned boyfriend turned fiancee and fell for him all over again.
Saw the stars in the night sky.
Got lost.
Planning a future with my fiancee in which I must begin looking for dog friendly apartments!
Excited.
Scared.
Giddy.
Love.
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Saturday, August 21, 2010
The Man on the Train
I sat across from a man on the train today. This is him:
As you can see, he has no shirt on. He also smelled, but he wasn't overbearingly smelly. He asked me the time, I told him and he said thank you. There was also no one sitting around him. Some people stepped into the train, looked at him with disgust, and moved to the other end of the car. Other people walked into the car, covered their nose and mouth with their arm, and scurried as fast as possible into the next car, while giggling or saying things like "Oh, my god" or "Whaaaat?" or "Ewwwww"
I have my own unanswered questions for this guy like "How did you get to this point in life where you are sitting on the train with no shirt on and smelly?"
I don't know, internet. But I do know that my heart sank watching the actions of my fellow humans earlier today. What did this man do to anyone? Whatever he did or did not do does not make it okay for anyone to turn their noses up in disgust at him.
He is human. He has a heart. He has feelings.
When we hate one person, we are hating ourselves, too.
I have my own unanswered questions for this guy like "How did you get to this point in life where you are sitting on the train with no shirt on and smelly?"
I don't know, internet. But I do know that my heart sank watching the actions of my fellow humans earlier today. What did this man do to anyone? Whatever he did or did not do does not make it okay for anyone to turn their noses up in disgust at him.
He is human. He has a heart. He has feelings.
When we hate one person, we are hating ourselves, too.
Thursday, August 19, 2010
supposed musings
I went to a yoga class with Natalie this evening. It is something that I promised her that I would do while she is visiting me. Yoga is something I appreciate, and I'm happy that other people do, but I'm not particularly interested in it myself.
Natalie searched online and found a by donation yoga studio, which means that you come and practice yoga for free and you donate what you can for the class. She picked me up from work, we stopped to eat and then headed over to the studio. Rang the bell and were promptly directed to the fourth floor by a smiling yogini.
"Fourth floor? I thought this was supposed to be on the second floor, now I have to walk up two more flights?"
I trudge up the staircases and reach the fourth floor, lallygagging behind Natalie.
I rent a mat from another nice yogini, change into my yoga clothes and we begin practice.There is a woman who could possibly be a post op transsexual beside me, with a painted on face, wearing entirely too much fragrance and making it very difficult for me to inhale freely.
I attempt maybe the first five moves before collapsing into Dead Man's pose and meditating for the rest of the class. Natalie said she had a fun time and that made me happy. Now I'm going to have to go undo all this twisting and turning at my next Chiropractor visit.
Natalie searched online and found a by donation yoga studio, which means that you come and practice yoga for free and you donate what you can for the class. She picked me up from work, we stopped to eat and then headed over to the studio. Rang the bell and were promptly directed to the fourth floor by a smiling yogini.
"Fourth floor? I thought this was supposed to be on the second floor, now I have to walk up two more flights?"
I trudge up the staircases and reach the fourth floor, lallygagging behind Natalie.
I rent a mat from another nice yogini, change into my yoga clothes and we begin practice.There is a woman who could possibly be a post op transsexual beside me, with a painted on face, wearing entirely too much fragrance and making it very difficult for me to inhale freely.
I attempt maybe the first five moves before collapsing into Dead Man's pose and meditating for the rest of the class. Natalie said she had a fun time and that made me happy. Now I'm going to have to go undo all this twisting and turning at my next Chiropractor visit.
Monday, August 16, 2010
on running into people I already know
Ate in Chinatown with Natalie today. Ran into old acquaintances right by the Union Square farmers market, then bumped into ex boyfriend on the way to the one train.
Very curious...
Very curious...
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
An overload of awesome
This morning I got up and discovered that my trusted pink BlackBerry was out of sorts. The trackball decided to no longer be willing to scroll in an upwards motion, thus making navigation utterly difficult and naturally making me feel as if my left arm had just been cut off.
My twin sister Natalie and I decided to walk over to the Verizon store and retrieve a replacement phone, a transaction that should take less than an hour, yes? Boy, were we wrong! We got to the Verizon store, which just happened to be about a ten block walk from my apartment, at 11:30AM.
Fast forward three hours in which I had to get an access code, pay for a replacement phone, forgo the pink BlackBerry for a shiny silver one, listen to the store associate tell me that the phone had to come from another store and would arrive in half an hour, and then when half an hour passes, tell me that the phone would arrive in another half an hour, at which point we left the store so I could go home, shower, change and pack for a photoshoot that I was to leave for at 2pm, walk back to the store only to have the store associate tell me that my new BlackBerry had not arrived yet, but he assured me that it would be there in five minutes, as he had just spoken to the driver who was in charge of returning me my left arm.
The time was now quarter after two so I borrowed Natalie's phone to leave a message for the photographer to let him know I was going to be late for my pick up time.
The secret agent from the store yonder finally came and delivered my left arm in the form of a shiny new Silver BlackBerry and the store associate hurriedly activated it for me and sent me on my way, but not before thanking me for being so patient.
I got to the pick up location only fifiteen minutes after 3pm, quite proud of myself. The photo shoot was a blast and many amazing pictures were taken, will update more about it later, but right now I must head off to dream land!
My twin sister Natalie and I decided to walk over to the Verizon store and retrieve a replacement phone, a transaction that should take less than an hour, yes? Boy, were we wrong! We got to the Verizon store, which just happened to be about a ten block walk from my apartment, at 11:30AM.
Fast forward three hours in which I had to get an access code, pay for a replacement phone, forgo the pink BlackBerry for a shiny silver one, listen to the store associate tell me that the phone had to come from another store and would arrive in half an hour, and then when half an hour passes, tell me that the phone would arrive in another half an hour, at which point we left the store so I could go home, shower, change and pack for a photoshoot that I was to leave for at 2pm, walk back to the store only to have the store associate tell me that my new BlackBerry had not arrived yet, but he assured me that it would be there in five minutes, as he had just spoken to the driver who was in charge of returning me my left arm.
The time was now quarter after two so I borrowed Natalie's phone to leave a message for the photographer to let him know I was going to be late for my pick up time.
The secret agent from the store yonder finally came and delivered my left arm in the form of a shiny new Silver BlackBerry and the store associate hurriedly activated it for me and sent me on my way, but not before thanking me for being so patient.
I got to the pick up location only fifiteen minutes after 3pm, quite proud of myself. The photo shoot was a blast and many amazing pictures were taken, will update more about it later, but right now I must head off to dream land!
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| © Michael Raso 8/11/10 |
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Friday, July 30, 2010
Attention
"Ladies and gentlemen, we are being held here for a moment while an individual is being removed from the train... we should be moving shortly" the conductors voice echoed out into the train cars.
Being the New Yorkers that we all are, little more was done then to groan and shrug and remain seated and wait.
"Probably a god damn drunk" said a voice to my left.
I didn't even look up, I was too engrossed in a game of brickbreaker on my smart phone. That's how New York I am. The train I'm on is being held between stations at two in the morning due to and individual being removed from the train and I can't be bothered to look up from my cell phone game.
"I don't know, maybe someone got sick..." muses a voice across from me.
A man walked into our train car, striding quickly, a walkie talkie attached to his waist, blaring "ATTENTION, ATTENTION, WE HAVE THE INDIVIDUAL REMOVED AND ON THE TRAIN PLATFORM, THE TRAIN IS CLEARED TO MOVE INTO THE STATION!"
"Ladies and gentleman, we should be moving in the next few moments" said the conductor.
And then we moved.
The whole incident took two minutes.
I love New York.
Being the New Yorkers that we all are, little more was done then to groan and shrug and remain seated and wait.
"Probably a god damn drunk" said a voice to my left.
I didn't even look up, I was too engrossed in a game of brickbreaker on my smart phone. That's how New York I am. The train I'm on is being held between stations at two in the morning due to and individual being removed from the train and I can't be bothered to look up from my cell phone game.
"I don't know, maybe someone got sick..." muses a voice across from me.
A man walked into our train car, striding quickly, a walkie talkie attached to his waist, blaring "ATTENTION, ATTENTION, WE HAVE THE INDIVIDUAL REMOVED AND ON THE TRAIN PLATFORM, THE TRAIN IS CLEARED TO MOVE INTO THE STATION!"
"Ladies and gentleman, we should be moving in the next few moments" said the conductor.
And then we moved.
The whole incident took two minutes.
I love New York.
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Beethoven
My childhood dog, Beethoven, was put to sleep today. He came into the family's life when Natalie and I were nine and when Arlo was five. He was sweet, curious, protective and fearless. A golden cockapoo with a penchant for mischief.
I remember the day we went to the local pet store to pick him out. He was in a cage with two other puppies, his sisters, the saleslady told us. He was a little golden fur ball tucked in between a little white fur ball and a little black fur ball. We each held all of the pups one by one. My dad carefully observing each interaction, "That one shivers too much" he said, motioning to the white fur ball. "That one is too excitable" he said, nodding his head towards the black fur ball. "I like the golden one, because he's the calmest" he declared, and then the little golden fur ball came home with us that day.
Arlo was only five and he was intent on naming the new puppy Beethoven because he had just finished watching the series of Beethoven movies and was obsessed with the big dog he saw in the movies.
"You can't name him that" I protested, "He won't even get that big!"
But the name stuck and he instantly sniffed, chewed up, barked at, peed on, scratched, dug up, and destroyed everything in sight, but he was so adorable that he could have gotten away with murder and we would have all said "aaaawwww, but he's just soooooo cute!"
Over time, he learned some manners, like how to pee and poop outside and not to chew up shoes.
16 years of incredible, unconditional love and friendship. I'll miss you Bey, be careful out there.
I remember the day we went to the local pet store to pick him out. He was in a cage with two other puppies, his sisters, the saleslady told us. He was a little golden fur ball tucked in between a little white fur ball and a little black fur ball. We each held all of the pups one by one. My dad carefully observing each interaction, "That one shivers too much" he said, motioning to the white fur ball. "That one is too excitable" he said, nodding his head towards the black fur ball. "I like the golden one, because he's the calmest" he declared, and then the little golden fur ball came home with us that day.
Arlo was only five and he was intent on naming the new puppy Beethoven because he had just finished watching the series of Beethoven movies and was obsessed with the big dog he saw in the movies.
"You can't name him that" I protested, "He won't even get that big!"
But the name stuck and he instantly sniffed, chewed up, barked at, peed on, scratched, dug up, and destroyed everything in sight, but he was so adorable that he could have gotten away with murder and we would have all said "aaaawwww, but he's just soooooo cute!"
Over time, he learned some manners, like how to pee and poop outside and not to chew up shoes.
16 years of incredible, unconditional love and friendship. I'll miss you Bey, be careful out there.
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| Beethoven July 14, 1994 - July 28, 2010 |
on not sleeping
sleep eludes me
I really should stick to a schedule so as not to succumb to insomnia, but i hate schedules.
well, i don't really hate them, i just don't like sticking to things.
that's not true either.
maybe the truest thing is not to write any blog entries when one is sleep deprived.
why is he so good looking and alluring that i can't stop thinking of him?
that's the question i want the answer to.
but most of the time, i don't have the answer. i want the answer, but I don't have it.
big things are happening, in motion, and powerfully impacting my life positively right now.
i'm excited.
perhaps now is the time to start seriously auditioning.
goodnight, moon.
I really should stick to a schedule so as not to succumb to insomnia, but i hate schedules.
well, i don't really hate them, i just don't like sticking to things.
that's not true either.
maybe the truest thing is not to write any blog entries when one is sleep deprived.
why is he so good looking and alluring that i can't stop thinking of him?
that's the question i want the answer to.
but most of the time, i don't have the answer. i want the answer, but I don't have it.
big things are happening, in motion, and powerfully impacting my life positively right now.
i'm excited.
perhaps now is the time to start seriously auditioning.
goodnight, moon.
Monday, July 26, 2010
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
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Mark said...
Yo Mela - I know where that guy is! He's been emailing you. LOL Actually, I just want to re-connect as a friend, but I love you for you, always have. Email or call me and let's catch up. - Marknot funny
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| show details Jul 17 (4 days ago) |
You should let me write your jokes for you.
You remember how hilarious I can be, right?
I wrote this great sketch the other day about Sarah palin and the BP oil spill. Classic.
Call me.
- Mark
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| show details 11:25 PM (17 minutes ago) |
no
vaguely
that's nice
not on your life
vaguely
that's nice
not on your life
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| show details 11:27 PM (15 minutes ago) |
Sigh.
Why, again, are YOU angry at ME?
You, my dear, are missing an excellent karmic opportunity here.
PS - I'm rich as fuck these days. :D
So stop being a jerk and let me buy you tea, or whatever it is you drink these days.
- Mark
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| show details 11:29 PM (13 minutes ago) |
not angry
i'm really not missing out on anything as far as you are concerned
you're not rich, you're an excellent liar/storyteller
i like being a jerk
i'm really not missing out on anything as far as you are concerned
you're not rich, you're an excellent liar/storyteller
i like being a jerk
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The reason I'm contacting you is because I never Thanked you for all you did for me, for being y friend. I was really, really messed up when you knew me, on many levels, but these last couple years I've really, well, let's just say I rock now.
You and I had a long history together and it's sad you won't acknowledge it. We were really best friends for a long time. And I am sorry the way things ended but, really, I tried my best, even then. Anyway, water under the bridge.
I owe a lot to you, on some level, and just wanted to Thank You and catch up. Sounds like you're doing some wonderful things with your life, as I always knew you would.
I'm a real entrepeneur these days, check out that link. I built everything you see there and am making bank like never before, which has been weird to me, to have 'cash flow' again. LOL
Anyway, thanks again and if you're not angry then you should let me entertain you, for old time's sake, over drinks.
After everything that happened with us it's amazing I'm even reaching out. Wish you could see that.
-Mark
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| show details 11:36 PM (6 minutes ago) |
not interested
bye
bye
| show details 11:42 PM (1 minute ago) |
Okay kindred spirit. Contact me when you've realized your folly.
I am awesome for giving you this second chance. Karma will convince you, someday.
PS - Being an angry, bitter jerk should serve you well, being a comic. Every standup on Earth is a mean-spirited douschebag who hates life. Perfect! LOL
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Attraction
I have a strong personality.
I'm attracted to men with strong personalities.
Will it ever work out?
Every day that passes is a day I'm getting closer to dying alone with a bunch of cats...
Or is it a day closer to finding the guy who loves me for me, the guy who isn't afraid to speak his mind and stand his ground? The guy who likes to cook just as much as he likes to go swimming naked on a whim? The guy who plans dates and all I have to do is show up and look pretty? The guy who isn't intimidated by all I have got going on? The guy who has a strong sense of self and what he wants in his life? A guy to whom honesty, integrity and passion are three fundamental principles he could never live without?
Where is that guy?
I'm attracted to men with strong personalities.
Will it ever work out?
Every day that passes is a day I'm getting closer to dying alone with a bunch of cats...
Or is it a day closer to finding the guy who loves me for me, the guy who isn't afraid to speak his mind and stand his ground? The guy who likes to cook just as much as he likes to go swimming naked on a whim? The guy who plans dates and all I have to do is show up and look pretty? The guy who isn't intimidated by all I have got going on? The guy who has a strong sense of self and what he wants in his life? A guy to whom honesty, integrity and passion are three fundamental principles he could never live without?
Where is that guy?
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Deja Vu
Single.
The whole whirlwind feels strangely familiar. Oh yeah, I'm repeating myself expecting different results.
The definition of insanity...
The whole whirlwind feels strangely familiar. Oh yeah, I'm repeating myself expecting different results.
The definition of insanity...
Thursday, July 1, 2010
and then my grandfather turned 92
"Hi Konka, it's Méla, I'm calling to wish you a happy birthday!!"
"Oh, that's nice, thank you, bye bye now"
random receiver noises.
click.
"Oh, that's nice, thank you, bye bye now"
random receiver noises.
click.
Friday, June 18, 2010
all on the walk home
I got off the subway and began the five block walk from the subway to the front door of my building. As I was crossing the second crosswalk, I stumbled a bit and the man who happened to be passing me at that time said to me "You drunk?" and kept walking.
I giggled and brushed off what he said and continued my journey forward. I was getting closer and closer to my building with each step, I could see the green awning with the cursive numbers, signaling my journey home almost complete. I was thinking to myself about how it was so funny that that guy had assumed I was drunk because I stumbled, when in reality, I actually stumble sometimes because I have Cerebral Palsy. I felt like I got away with something huge, and that I tricked him into believing I was drunk and that that's not just what happens to me sometimes when I walk. I had a huge grin on my face, and I was consumed in my own amusement.
"That's a nice smile you have, what is your name?" says a man's voice.
"Thanks" I say.
"You live close by?" He asks.
I just look to the ground and shake my head.
We continue to walk in silence.
"You never told me your name." He says.
"Sarah" I say.
"Sarah.. I am José" He says.
"I have a boyfriend" I say.
"Oh, sure you don't want some company? I have a nice bottle of wine here." He mentions, as he holds up a black deli bag with a mysterious bottle inside it.
"No." I say.
"Ok, have a nice night." He says and then turns the corner away from me, much to my relief.
I giggled and brushed off what he said and continued my journey forward. I was getting closer and closer to my building with each step, I could see the green awning with the cursive numbers, signaling my journey home almost complete. I was thinking to myself about how it was so funny that that guy had assumed I was drunk because I stumbled, when in reality, I actually stumble sometimes because I have Cerebral Palsy. I felt like I got away with something huge, and that I tricked him into believing I was drunk and that that's not just what happens to me sometimes when I walk. I had a huge grin on my face, and I was consumed in my own amusement.
"That's a nice smile you have, what is your name?" says a man's voice.
"Thanks" I say.
"You live close by?" He asks.
I just look to the ground and shake my head.
We continue to walk in silence.
"You never told me your name." He says.
"Sarah" I say.
"Sarah.. I am José" He says.
"I have a boyfriend" I say.
"Oh, sure you don't want some company? I have a nice bottle of wine here." He mentions, as he holds up a black deli bag with a mysterious bottle inside it.
"No." I say.
"Ok, have a nice night." He says and then turns the corner away from me, much to my relief.
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
double take
An elderly woman, with gray, dreadlocked hair, piled up on top of her head and pinned together, with chocolate brown skin, wearing a simple cotton outfit, was hunched over a New York City green trash can bin, which one can find on any street corner, scrubbing the inside of it furiously.
She was doing this vigorous scrubbing on the corner across from my apartment, and I noticed her as I was waiting to cross the street, heading towards the deli. I looked backwards at her as I crossed the street, checking to see if I had actually seen this, or if I was hallucinating the whole thing. I have seen a lot of things in New York City, but I sure as heck have never seen and elderly woman bent over a green trash can scrubbing the inside of it furiously.
Where did all the trash inside the bin go? There was a red shopping cart perched to the left of the woman, with a huge burlap sack covering the shopping cart concealing the inner contents.
As I was walking away, I thought to myself "maybe this woman has schizophrenia?" Why else would she be doing that kind of repetitive behavior?
I put it out of my mind and walked over to the deli and picked up some orange juice and a chicken quesadilla for dinner.
I walked in to my apartment, passed the front desk on my left, and casually said hi to the door lady on duty. Behind me I could hear her talking to a delivery guy.
I watched the elevator door close and make its way up to the tenth floor without anyone in it. Frustrating. I could have made it, if I wanted to run. I wait over by the elevator and press the call button four or five times, as if that will be the time that will make the difference and the elevator will magically appear at the lobby for me.
I mention to the pizza delivery guy "dang, we just missed it"
he smiled wordlessly and perched himself on the windowsill. The elevator continued to wait on the 10th floor refusing to make its decent to the lobby to pick us up. Tired of waiting, the delivery boy decided to take the stairs.
"Are you really going to take the stairs?!" I ask.
"I have to, miss" he mumbles
Okay, internet, I have something to share with you. You do not ever want me to deliver your pizza to you, because I am telling you right now, if your elevator takes a while to pick me up, I am waiting for the elevator and your pizza will be cold. There is no way in HELL I am going to carry your pizza up an enormous amount of stairs just so you can be better served. Uh uh. No way.
She was doing this vigorous scrubbing on the corner across from my apartment, and I noticed her as I was waiting to cross the street, heading towards the deli. I looked backwards at her as I crossed the street, checking to see if I had actually seen this, or if I was hallucinating the whole thing. I have seen a lot of things in New York City, but I sure as heck have never seen and elderly woman bent over a green trash can scrubbing the inside of it furiously.
Where did all the trash inside the bin go? There was a red shopping cart perched to the left of the woman, with a huge burlap sack covering the shopping cart concealing the inner contents.
As I was walking away, I thought to myself "maybe this woman has schizophrenia?" Why else would she be doing that kind of repetitive behavior?
I put it out of my mind and walked over to the deli and picked up some orange juice and a chicken quesadilla for dinner.
I walked in to my apartment, passed the front desk on my left, and casually said hi to the door lady on duty. Behind me I could hear her talking to a delivery guy.
I watched the elevator door close and make its way up to the tenth floor without anyone in it. Frustrating. I could have made it, if I wanted to run. I wait over by the elevator and press the call button four or five times, as if that will be the time that will make the difference and the elevator will magically appear at the lobby for me.
I mention to the pizza delivery guy "dang, we just missed it"
he smiled wordlessly and perched himself on the windowsill. The elevator continued to wait on the 10th floor refusing to make its decent to the lobby to pick us up. Tired of waiting, the delivery boy decided to take the stairs.
"Are you really going to take the stairs?!" I ask.
"I have to, miss" he mumbles
Okay, internet, I have something to share with you. You do not ever want me to deliver your pizza to you, because I am telling you right now, if your elevator takes a while to pick me up, I am waiting for the elevator and your pizza will be cold. There is no way in HELL I am going to carry your pizza up an enormous amount of stairs just so you can be better served. Uh uh. No way.
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Am I Crazy?
Below is a text conversation:
Me: Omg this bus ride is sooooo long
Him: I have idea, let's spend nite tonite. Get some sexy lingirie from Victoria Secret and you can expletive and expletive me off both. That would be so hot, I want that.
Him: I mean spend nite tomorrow nite.
Me: I don't have money for lingirie right now darling. I don't get paid till friday.
Me: You can spend the night tomorrow. I wanted to see you tonight but if that is what you prefer...
Him: Ok. Friday then. :) I want u to dress up for me.
Me: You want to wait until friday?!
Me: Are you seeing other people?
Him: I want to see u dressed up in sexy clothes.
Me: Ok. But are you seeing someone besides me?
Me: Please don't force me to make an assumption. Yes or No?
Me: Wow. Ok. Lose my # and cease all contact with me please. I hope things work out with her. Or them.
Him: Babe. What are u talking about? Why are u mad? This is about u and me.
Him: If I want it that way. Ok.
Me: I want you to answer a direct question honestly. Are you seeing someone else?
Me: Because I will tell you right now, my feelings for you are too strong to wait in line. Don't play me like this.
Me: You always have a choice. Me or her, can't have both. Looks like you already made your choice.
Him: I don't know how me asking u to dress sexy meant I was seeing someone else. U are making no sense. But ok bye Mela. I am not getting sucked into argument.
Me: Don't bullshit me! I asked you a direct question and you can't even answer it!
Me: And it wasn't the lingerie, it was time you were willing to spend without seeing me that made me suspicious. Out of character for you.
Him: I just want to spice things up. Thought you taking me for granted.
Him: Mela u are doing it again. no trust. I think u are right. Its not gonna work. U can't treat me this way.
Me: Omg this bus ride is sooooo long
Him: I have idea, let's spend nite tonite. Get some sexy lingirie from Victoria Secret and you can expletive and expletive me off both. That would be so hot, I want that.
Him: I mean spend nite tomorrow nite.
Me: I don't have money for lingirie right now darling. I don't get paid till friday.
Me: You can spend the night tomorrow. I wanted to see you tonight but if that is what you prefer...
Him: Ok. Friday then. :) I want u to dress up for me.
Me: You want to wait until friday?!
Me: Are you seeing other people?
Him: I want to see u dressed up in sexy clothes.
Me: Ok. But are you seeing someone besides me?
Me: Please don't force me to make an assumption. Yes or No?
Me: Wow. Ok. Lose my # and cease all contact with me please. I hope things work out with her. Or them.
Him: Babe. What are u talking about? Why are u mad? This is about u and me.
Him: If I want it that way. Ok.
Me: I want you to answer a direct question honestly. Are you seeing someone else?
Me: Because I will tell you right now, my feelings for you are too strong to wait in line. Don't play me like this.
Me: You always have a choice. Me or her, can't have both. Looks like you already made your choice.
Him: I don't know how me asking u to dress sexy meant I was seeing someone else. U are making no sense. But ok bye Mela. I am not getting sucked into argument.
Me: Don't bullshit me! I asked you a direct question and you can't even answer it!
Me: And it wasn't the lingerie, it was time you were willing to spend without seeing me that made me suspicious. Out of character for you.
Him: I just want to spice things up. Thought you taking me for granted.
Him: Mela u are doing it again. no trust. I think u are right. Its not gonna work. U can't treat me this way.
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
suck it.
Philly66:I'm gonna be honest, you look you'd give good head. No offense.
melaeloise:you know, it's funny you say that
melaeloise:because you look like you could give it just as well
Philly66:oh haha
Philly66:what a come back
melaeloise:at least that's what your mom told me
Philly66:well done 1st grader in 2004
Sunday, June 6, 2010
on waking up alone
I woke up alone this morning. Last night I was not alone. I felt like a cheap two dollar whore. I texted him "where did you go?" about an hour and a half ago, but no response so far.
Very interesting...
All his things are gone from my room, except for a t shirt and a pair of shorts of his that are neatly folded and stacked one on top of the other and left on top of a large box.
There was no note saying "Hey, something came up had to run home..." nothing.
Given all the gloating I have been doing about guys from my past coming after me, this definitely takes my ego down a notch, albeit only a little bit. I mean, usually when you are staying the night with someone you are dating and they are at your apartment, they don't just leave abruptly in the morning while you are passed out asleep and not let you know anything, do they?
Do they?
Very interesting...
All his things are gone from my room, except for a t shirt and a pair of shorts of his that are neatly folded and stacked one on top of the other and left on top of a large box.
There was no note saying "Hey, something came up had to run home..." nothing.
Given all the gloating I have been doing about guys from my past coming after me, this definitely takes my ego down a notch, albeit only a little bit. I mean, usually when you are staying the night with someone you are dating and they are at your apartment, they don't just leave abruptly in the morning while you are passed out asleep and not let you know anything, do they?
Do they?
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Whaaaaaa?
Yesterday was the strangest day I have had in a while. Here's an email exchange I had:
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ummmm.... still don't know. a few months is a long time to keep a memory for someone you only met once.
Now?
I'm starting to be offended.
We tried to meet some time ago. But never did. :(
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Vaguely.... I think it's funny that you're offended. Not really much I can do about that. I meet lots of people and if they don't keep in contact with me, I forget them. It's not a big deal.
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So.... What's so awesome??
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| show details 3:54 PM (16 hours ago) |
1 you have an iphone? color me jealous.
2 how many damn emails do you have?
2 how many damn emails do you have?
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A few emails. Are u sure who I am...
iPhone is fun.
What's awesome?
And How was ur performance?
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| show details 4:06 PM (16 hours ago) |
so maybe i don't know who this is, although i am pretty sure i know who this is, i DO know a bunch of joe's. which joe are you?
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On Wed, Jun 2, 2010 at 4:19 PM, Joe wrote:
Hmmmm.
Been to - name withheld - a few times. We met there. I work in hospital.....
Rembember now?
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| show details 4:21 PM (16 hours ago) |
nope, i don't remember, sorry. What do you do in the hospital?
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| show details 4:38 PM (15 hours ago) |
Omg. Really. I'm short, muscular, brown hair. Was at party a few months ago. We met there.
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| show details 4:42 PM (15 hours ago) |
I'm starting to be offended.
We tried to meet some time ago. But never did. :(
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(Joe has attached a picture to jog my memory)
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| show details 4:52 PM (15 hours ago) |
Ok.
So tell - what's awesome. I didn't respond. The day get's better...
When I was at work a call came through from a number I didn't recognize, and I received the following voicemail:
"Hey Mela this is Rob I don't know if you remember me um... I guess we met... it was probably um.. over a year ago now.. but um... I was just curious to see... if you ever wanted to hang out again. Definitely had a lot of fun the last time we hung out... so um been a while I was just curious to see if you were ever up for hanging out again. So give me a call back, I don't know if my number showed up so I will give it to you, it's 646-77x-xxx and uh hope to hear from you... hope all is well."
What the hell?!
I have the message saved on my voicemail for anyone who doesn't believe me... you can listen to it yourself.
I LOVE MY LIFE!!
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