Standard repost for the non-myspace crowds.
Try not to be too surprised.

And then there’s one less.

I forget exactly when I started dating again.
I just remembered that first month I started with 10 ladies, shortly after upping that number to 12.

The following story involves one of the 12 during '06.
I figure enough people have gotten a kick out of it so far, time to bring it to the masses.

If I remember correctly, she should be around 22 now.
Beautiful, petite, latina that stood about 5'4.
Had a "A" that made me take notice even though I'm a major supporter of the "T".
Lightened brown hair with blond highlites.
Could've been a part-time model or an air-hostess in the 60's.
But the same could be true of all her co-workers, even the two dudes.
Main thing I enjoyed about her: incredibly infectious laugh.
I'm a fan of joyful people.
If they enjoy making out an' cuddlin' with me, I consider it a bonus.

So one night I found myself relaxin' at her apartment after tryin' out a recipe for "Is It Really Better Than Sex? Cake" courtesy of Paula Deen.
Well, with my experience, it helped me to understand why a vow of chastity would seem doable.
But now I'm running off on a tangent.

So yea, got together, baked a cake, ate it while watching Mary Poppins with the penguin waiters that started my whole fascination with that particular animal.
There I go again.

So she's in her bathroom tryin' on a new necklace she bought from her workplace.
Pretty silver necklace that has the name of the store encrusted with lil' diamonds.
While she's standing in front of the mirror she calls out to me.
"Honey... There's something wrong with my necklace."
"What's that beb?"
"My necklace. It's backwards."
"Well that sucks. You should probably return it."

Now there are two things wrong with that exchange:

Firstly, "honey" was the pet name my last ex used for me.
Creative, yes I know.
An' I'm pretty sure during this particular 3-4 week relationship I corrected her 'bout that multiple times.
I'm sweet, but at the time that nickname stirred up emotions I didn't really enjoy.

Secondly, the mirror has a tendency to reflect images differently than one is used to seeing with their own eyes.
I'm hoping I don't need to walk anybody through what the specific problem is now.

I'm thinkin' the highlites got to her.
I've seen it happen on many occassions.
That's why I've only been tempted to die my hair blue.
As opposed to platinum blonde or funky vomit extravaganza.

I thought she was joking.
The next day at work I see her bring the necklace in an' quite naturally, her co-workers laughing at her.
At that point, I found myself making addendums to my list of "no nos for ladies".
I also found myself strongly considering an actual application form for any future ladies.

I made alot of cuts that week.
From 12 to 7.
But that was last year, what about '07?

I trimmed it down to 2 last week, but I believe it's goin' back up to 3 possibly 4 depending on one lady.
We're still in the process of feeling things out.
If that translates into actual physicality, well yay for us.

Hurrah for blind dates.
Even one setup by my first ex.
If that doesn't lead to a good story, I'm not sure what will.
I'll get back to you next week on that one.
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Since I've got your attention...

Anybody know of any outlet(s) for spoken word in San Diego County?
Got a bunch of new writings I want to test out.

New jobs + set my own hours = Waaaay too much freetime.
Realistically, I only spend 'bout 3 hrs. a week in the office doin' paperwork.

If you or anybody you know needs anything real estate wise in
Southern California, feel free to drop me a line.

Current Brain Age: 20
Current Wii Fitness Age: 23
The Random Quote:
"Hell, I could tell your future if you'd just let me hold those titties in my hands." - Rock Baby