Nate update

So I got a text last night from Nate. He said he is seeing another girl and he's sorry. wow, that was even more fleating than the last time he cut out. Ehhh, so now I can cross him off the list and bump another guy up. or I can re-place him and keep my stedy number of sweeties at 7. I did wanna thin out the pack. But I like having options. I wont lie though, I did shead a tear, I did like him a lot and his family. I was hoping that maybe we could actually have a relationship and I can dump the rest of the guys. But I can't force him to like me so I gotta move on. Plus I know I'm kinda mean so maybe this chick is nice. LOL

adventures of my hair and Nate update

So Saturday I had a hair appointment in Livermore, it's quite a drive from Hayward, but I take back roads and drive through a canyon, so it's pleasent enough. I have been going to the same guy for a looon time, almost 10 years. I adore Mark. he is expensive, but he custom blends my color and lets just say that he is a wizard when it comes to my unruly mane. He is British and a hair dresser and sadly not gay, which is normaly one of my pre-requists for a male hair dresser, but the accent fools me enough. My appointment was at 2:45, it takes hours and hous to do my hair. I mean honestly it's an all day affair. I showed up early though just cuz I had nothing better to do and he took me early so that was cool. It starts with the usual pleasentries like Hello darling, how is your mantrauge (marks name for the collection of men I have) then we go through a slide show on my cell phone of pictures of various thugs, nerds,rockstars,millitary guys,dorks and the occasional stud puppies I have collected since my last visit. I don't go often cuz It runs me a cool$200.00 pluse the price of what ever product I need to keep my hair from forming a white girl afro where ever there is the slightest hint of moisture in the atmosphere. That is about 20 mins alone to catch up. Then he dissapeears for another 20 mins to mix my hair color, Now I have never seen him actually mix it, I have just seen the formula he has printed out on his sheet of paper, it looks highly complacated and flamable to me. I always imagine him in the back room, behind the closed door infront of a huge cauldren as it bubbles, stiring in various colors and herbs as well as bat wings and bunny ears or something. I have to admit it's a wicked cool color, almost black, but purple in the sun and when it begins to fade turns an aubrun with streeks of red weaved in. This man is the yoda of hair color. You have to actually make your appointments in advance for a year to get him. It's not even a posh place, he is just known for his coloring. This is why he is expensive and why I can only afford to go twice a year, and boy was I due...I'm gettin grey. mark re-emerges with a vat of what looks like crayola red pudding, and all th eold bittys in the shop freek out when he strat slopping it onto my hair. I think he enjoys that. After he gets my hair covered in the goop, he hits my widows peek and temples again, thats where I get grey. then hands me a magizine and orders me not to move. thats when I read about the entertainment wold. I never keep up on that stuff, cuz I don't care that much. But I finally figured out that mily ray cirus and hanna montana are the same person! Who knew? anyway I sit there for a while and then the timer gos off, and he makes me go to the sink where he washes my hair out and gives me a scalp masage that always makes me perpose to him, even though he's married. Then he trims my hair, chastising me for my horrid split ends, then it takes an hour to put all the products in my hair and blow dry it. then he straigh irons it for another hour taking the smallest sections of hair. then when he's done I can actually get my fingers through it and it smells purty. and I feel purty, I also have a purple forehead from the dye, but whatever. My hair is bouncy and I know I can never re-create his magic on my own so I do my best to keep it nice for a few days before I have to wash it. But after all this is done I want to go out. I feel pretty I smell nice, I have to re-do my make -up but thats done with ease. So I text Nate and ask him if he want's to hang out. he says yes, but it has to be after 10:00 p.m. hummm...okay a late dinner maybe. So i pick him up at 10:00 waiting for him to notice my hair, but it's dark and lets face it, he's a dude. So we go to Denny's cuz well thats the only thing open. He eats cheese cake. LOL I adore a man who eats desert, and I am having my porky goodness sandwhich and I ate it guilt free. It was fun. I had net flix at my house so we came back to my place to watch the locker (a japanese horror flick) we had fun cuddling on the couch and sneeking kisses, like old times. I missed him a lot. I asked him what time he had to be at work cuz I knew he worked nights and it was getting late and he told me he had gotten laid off. I felt so bad. everyone is getting laid off and the whole reason he was seeing me again was cuz he felt worthy cuz he had a job now. Crud. Poor guy. he asked to watch another movie, I told him it was late and I was tired so I was gonna take a shower and get in my jammies and we can pull a movie marathon to cheer him up. By the time I came downstairs he was fast asleep on my couch cozied up in my pirates blanket. he looked so flippin' cute. I snapped a pic with my cell phone and went to upstairs to bed.

ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ. lol the next morning I made him breakfast and took him home. He says next week we should go for icecream. I'm so down for ice cream!

The past re-serfaces......and a bread beating.

So I haven't heard for David (the algerian) for about 3 weeks are so. I figured he lost interest so I might as well move on, plenty of other guys to chase, capture and then release. So Friday I get a text message from a number I don't know. It says whatcha doing right now? Of course since I don't know the number and I don't know who it is I answer: depends who are you? Turns out it was Nate...(yummmy) So i told him I was just getting off work and he calls me. He wants to go have coffee. It seems harmless enough, yeah I still have underlying feelings for the guy who got away (before I was through) and his silky voice can pretty much ask me for the world and I would bust my butt to give it to him, and those blue eyes (which oddly enough I never liked blue eyes) can melt my heart and give me butterflys (a.k.a bubble guts) in my tummy. and I have never stopped thinking about him or wishing we had more time together. So aginst my better judgement.....no wait scratch that, I totally agreed to go to coffee with him with out a second thought. In fact I couldn't have been more excited to have coffee with him. The thought of getting to spend an afternoon sitting out side in the warm spring air across from the hottest chunk of man sounded like sheer perfection to me. Another chace to hear his voice, smell his after shave, see his handsome face and possibly taste his....oh wait Hi Boo. I mean taste coffee. I picked him up from his house and his dad came out to talk to me a bit. Just catching up and saying he missed having me over for sunday dinners. (me too dude, food at other people's houses always taste good) Nate came out of the house, and apparently had taken a shower cuz he was still putting his shirt on when he got to my car. I could still see the beads of water running down his huge chest and strong arms. (freekin tourture!) I had to act strong, like the sight of him didn't affect me in the least, I was loosing the battel within and it showed on my face. Nate had the biggest grin I had ever seen him have. He was playing dirty, he was wearing the aftershave that I had givin him because it smelled so good when it mingled with his natural sent, the smell drives me insane. He was playing verrrry dirty. This was going to be war and I knew it. what kind of crap was he gonna pull on me today? He leand twards me to give me a kiss on the lips, and I turned my head in time so he got my cheek insted.....I can play dirty too. I had just gotten off work and wasn't wearing any of my man catchin' gear. So I was at a disadvantage. Hair pulled into a tight pony tail, conservitive clothing and no perfume (due to student allergies). My make-up worse for the wear from wrestling with an autistic kid who had a ruler and was hitting himself with it. Nice. I was going to have to use my witty charm, sense of humor and conversation skills as well as my underlying sex appeal, I was screwed, I have non of those, I have big chi chi's and green eyes. When I denyed his mouth kiss, his body stiffened and he looked away. So I put my hand on his sholder and he looked at me and I gave him enough smile so he knew I was interested but not how much. He took an intake of breath and started to talk to me. He said he missed me and thought about me everyday (okay, so did I, but can't tell HIM that) He said he would promise to give me a kitchen dance to no music everyday if I would see him again or be his girlfriend. (we kitchen danced all the time) He said that now that he is employed he would feel like he could take care of me (really don't need that from a man, I need someone to take out my trash and reach things on the top shelf, the rest I can handle) He said that he felt worthy of my company now that he works for U.P.S. Apparently I give out a vibe that says take care of me and I'm better than you. Figures. I told him Iwould think about it. Then I dropped him off at home. I know it sounds kinda harsh after he pretty much poured his heart out, but honestly, Not only do I need to think about it, but I kinda wanna make him suffer and squirm a bit. I'm sure thats one of the many reasons I am single I am quite vengeful. So I went home and got ready to go to a movie with my friends, the whole time I was getting ready I thought about it. I did like him a lot, more than anyone I have dated since my ex Johnny who I lived with for 3 years. I do still have feelings for nate. Should I dare try again? Natalia will be ticked off if me and nate see eachother again and I can't hide the fact from her, she's pretty much my sister, no one other than Karen knows me the way she does. She will know somethings up if I don't tell her. I waited till sunday to inform Natalia that I wanted to try dating Nate again. I picked a public place, the grocery store, lots of people so she can't yell, next to the marsh mellows so if she threw things at me I wouldn't feel pain. It's funny to watch a brazllian turn diffrent shades of red and pink, it's amazing to watch a latin woman try to control her anger and it's scary as heck when you know the skinny ball of south american frustration can out run you while holding a 3 foot long loaf of hard french bread and 3 bottles of wine....guess I didn't take that into consideration. I booked it down the isle passing the chocolate chips and grabbing a few packs and throwing it at her feet to trip her up plus I know she has p.m.s so I thought the chocolate would distract her, no such luck. I turned the corner and tried to fake her out by pretending to throw a jar of pickles at her, she didn't flinch, she kept comming like one of thoose ethiopian track stars. I turned another corner and looked behind me, she was gone, I had lost her! I walked down the isle trying to catch my breath cuz I'm a fat smoker, this isn't easy. Just as I'm about to take a puff of my inhailer french bread smacks me in the back of my head, the sneeky *%#$% got me from behind and knocked my inhailer out of my hand. She backed me into the the dole canned goods, the last thing I was gonna see before I died was canned creamed corn and peas! Then at the zero hour when I thought It was all over the song changed over the loud speeker and it was the cure's friday I'm in love, her favorite song. She freeked out that her favorite song was playing in not a trendy store but the grocery store....that means she's old. few things signafy the death of your youth but the worst is hearing your favorite song, transformed into musack while your picking out a soft cheese or fussing over lettuce heads. She was broken and i was saved. I ended up hugging her and reminding her that i was older and it helped a little. She told me that if I was going to see nate that she would be okay with it, as long as I knew what I was getting into. I told her thank you but I never know what I am getting into, thats why I was givin the nick name Pandora years ago. We bought the broken loaf of bread, yet another sign of our wanning youth sice we would have got a new one and not felt guilty if we were younger. We went to her house and grandma made us pesto and oddly enough never asked why the french bread had hair on it and was broken. Apparently bread and violence are common place in the house hold. I got home later that night, washed the crumbs from my hair and went to bed, only to be awoken by a text from david (the algerian) It said, "Hello baby I miss you, when can I see you?" I turned my phone off and rolled over. I have had enough. I juggle and juggle men, refuse to commit, run away when things get serious then pout and cry when I'm not the one who breaks it off. I'm a flipping mess, and I know it. Why they keep dating me I willnever know. But I have to admit, I am having the time of my life.

going mad crazy!