The End of M1...Hopefully

I can't even believe that the story didn't end after the last encounter...

Matt #1 continued to call after the running away encounter. I was hanging out Sunday afternoon with my usual cohorts and they said the story was kinda freaky.
I decided that I had to be proactive so I texted him: "I'm involved with someone."
I hoped that would end it.

So my girlfriend and I walked to the market (for the 2nd time that day) because we ran out of wine. FREAK'N MATT was riding his bike as we walked there.

You have GOT to be kidding me. I was so glad that Sarah was with me, first so she could see first hand how evil he is and second so I had proof that this was all happening.
He stopped his bike, introduced himself to Sarah, then proceeded to tell his about his weekend and how I missed out. He even mentioned that he had gone to all my "stomping grounds" and he listed the bars that I usually hang out at. THANK GOD I didn't go out that weekend. BUT get this, he was at the same bar as The Captain, at the SAME TIME. That would have been a disaster.

So I made up some story about how we had the kids (we actually did have Sarah's step-kids) so we had to go. She said that I was so right and you can just feel the creepy evilness seeping out of him. Just the way he talks - he's pushy and arrogant.

Let's just hope the text message and the final blow off gave him the right signal. I didn't get any further calls, so I think I'm in the clear.

Happy Monday.

It Never Ends

I had to get online on a Saturday because I just HAVE to share this story with you. Argh.

I went to the market last night on my way home and bumped into someone I have not seen in THREE years.....

Guess who...


MATT #1

He walked right over to me and said hi. I tried to act really busy. A minute later he comes back to me and says "give me your number again." I gave him a weird look. He didn't ASK for my number, he demanded it in his typical Angry White Male way. He's such an AWM. ick. I felt trapped, so I gave him my number against my better judgement. Then he has the balls to say, "What was your name again?" ARE YOU F'N KIDDING ME?

Such a douche bag.

I leave the market and he calls 5 mins later. I didn't answer (thank God for cell phones). He wanted me to meet him and his buddies out last night. HELLS NO MO FO.

Then my phone rings at 2:20 AM - you've GOT to be kidding me. Obv I didn't answer.

SO I go for my run this morning - a nice mellow 5-miler. I run past some restaurants and BANG surprise, surprise, he is standing in front of a restaurant waiting to go in. He says "hey why didn't you meet us last night?" I kept running and yelled back "because I didn't want to." I didn't even stop. hee hee.

So I go home, hop in shower and when I get out there is a message from him about wanting to meet up this afternoon.

Dude, get a hint. I dumped your AWM ass three years ago. No need to go back to that hell hole and you didn't even remember my freakin' name.

French Canadian Old Man

Like all my stories start, I was at a bar with some friends... a couple dirty martinis in.
I spotted this handsome older gentleman across the bar and batted my eyelashes. In about 2 seconds flat, he is sitting at our table. He was French Canadian so I tried to practice my French, my terrible pronunciation must have charmed him. We talked for a good hour. He has a daughter not much younger than me (creepy). But I do love a sexy older man.

Anywhooo. Us gals started getting antsy so we decided to head to the bar next door where there is dancing. I gave FCOM my number and we left. He called me about 10 minutes later. I ignored the call. So we're at the other bar and I'm dancing with some friends and I see FCOM standing in the corner. Watching me. All night long. I pretended like I didn't see him.

Then I threw up on the dance floor. That's when ya know it's time to go home.

He texted me in the morning to see if I wanted to go to brunch. I didn't respond.
He called me in the afternoon to see if I wanted to meet for dinner. I didn't respond.
He continued to text and call me for about a month. I never responded.
My friends bumped into him at another bar and he was asking about me.

Now why, oh why can't Perfect 10 just call ONE more time?

Last, I'm going to run this weekend.

Perfect 10 Gets Away

Feeling of the day: Frustrated.

Here's the story:

The weekend before I left for Mex, I went to a delightful champagne brunch with some old pals (guys and girls). As you probably know, I am not one to turn down the endless champagne that is poured. I do enjoy me some champers.

After the brunch, the guys in the group decided it was a great idea to hit up a local dive bar for more bevvies. I had to admit, it seemed like a great idea to me too. So we went to this local pit of a bar and had another.
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While there, I noticed this very hot guy. I would say he could quite possibly be a perfect 10 in my dorky POM standards (I'm talkin' looks, since I don't know this guy from anyone). He was tall, very muscular but lean, not bulky creepy and he had glasses! His legs were perfect and his butt - OMG! I was watching him the entire time. I'm sure my guy friends were not so happy with that.
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Anyway on the way out, I had enough liquid courage to say something to him. I said something totally amazing like, "do you work out?" I really hope that's not what I said, but I think it might be. I'm fancy like that. We chatted for a bit - I think he said he does Tri's. I then suggested that we get together some time. Yeah, really - I did. I gave him my digits and that was that.
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Flash forward to me landing in LAX on Sunday. I turn my phone on to check my messages and get this... PERFECT 10 CALLED ME!!! I was so excited and wanted to hear the message again, so I hit "7". Oh shit...wait "7" is the delete button. Shit shit shit. Then I figured I could just see the incoming number on my call list. But nooooooooooo, my phone was off so it didn't capture the number.
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I'm totally screwed. He's a perfect 10. He's not going to call again and again like other losers that call me a million times (Mr. Smarmy, French Canadian Old Man or the Australian CEO Sex Maniac).
**Note to self - must share the FCOM and ACSM stories with ya'll
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I had another brilliant idea to go online and check my call log on my phone bill. But it's NOT on there. The call came in on April 23 or 24. And my phone bill logs the calls until the 22 and then back on 26. The days in between are lost forever.
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I even had a dream about him last night. I dreamt that I saw him at the store and was able to say hi and tell him what happened.

Stupid, stupid, stupid!
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***UPDATE: Called Verizon and there is no way to get the number or the voice mail back. boo

Wine Flu, Not Swine Flu

I'm so going to lose all my wonderful readers out there with my lack of posts.
I just plain suck a blogging these days.

Got back from Mexico on Sunday night - whoooooooooo hoooooooooo what a time.

We went to Isla Navidad. It's a tiny little town about 40 minutes from the Manzanillo airport, in between Puerto Vallarta and Acapulco. The Grand Bay Hotel Isla Navidad was awesome. Our group basically took it over. You can take a small water taxi over to "town" which is basically one cobblestone street with a few restaurants and bars. It was so relaxing.

Hours in the sun at the pool, lots of fun dinners, drinks, drinks and more drinks. BUT get this, ya'll will be so proud. I actually went for a long ass run. It was supposed to be about 4 miles, but we got totally lost. Ended up running hills for about 1.5 hours in the heat. I also did a 1.5 hr yoga class one morning. Have not stepped on the scale to assess the chips/salsa damage but I will, eventually.

Working on DETOX this week. Veggies/fruit galore. No booze until weekend. I'm afraid to run because I have been coughing like a mad woman for about a week. Don't worry, it's not Swine Flu. I had the cough before I left for Mex. It was a little scary traveling home though - lots of masks being worn, etc.

That's about it. I promise to make an effort to get back to blogging regularly.
Peace out peeps.

Dear Apartment, How do I Love Thee?

There will be so many things I will miss when I move from my beach apartment:

• Duh, the beach is like across the street -literally
• Walking distance to market, library and tons of bars
• Walking distance to friends and certain ex people
• Bike riding everywhere (Until my bike got stolen last week!)
• No driving on weekends
• Being a peninsula local

There are also some things I can't wait to give the bird:

Explanation needed???

Picture one - the hole in the ceiling that drips water every time my upstairs neighbor showers

Picture two - oh, forgot to mention that the hole is directly above my bed, which is covered daily in towels and a bowl to catch the water.

Luckily, she wakes up and showers about 30 mins after me, so I'm usually prepared. Although on occasion, she surprises me.

Jealous, aren't you?

Vacation & Sandwiches

I seriously have nothing to blog about. What a pathetic excuse for a blogger, huh?

This weekend was fantastic. Friday, I got off work early and went for nice run - beautiful beach day. Saturday I went for a nice run again! Then I hit up Bikram and the beach. Then I met friends out for a mellow dinner. Sunday I had the funnest of all fun brunches with a old group of friends I haven't hung with in a while. Of course, that turned into a day of drinking in the sun.

I'm leaving for Mexico on Wed and have so much to do. I can't express how much I am looking forward to 5 days of relaxing. But first: Pack, pedicure, escrow docs, laundry, figure out how I am going to get to LAX.

I also want to express how grateful I am for Subway sandwiches. I don't feel like going to the market this week since I am OUTTA here on Wed morning. So Subway is my go-to. Here's what I get: 6 inch Turkey on Wheat - no mayo, no cheese. All the veggies (except onions) and I add pepperoncini and jalapeno (everything is better with a little kick), then a little vinegar. That's it! So delish and filling.

You know I'm boring if I'm blogging about Subway.
Actually, there are so many things I would LURVE to blog about right now, but too many people I know read it.

Over It

I can't believe it's been so long since I've blogged.
I have to be honest, I am enjoying this break. I really don't feel like writing these days. Combined with Facebook, I am feeling a bit over-exposed right now. I know, it's my own damn fault, but still.

Don't worry, I'm sure I will be back when I'm feeling sassy and need to get something out there. In the meantime, here's the latest tidbits...

• Going to Mexico in 9 days!!! Can't wait - already working on tan.
• I've gained about 8 lbs. Seriously not happy about that but maybe it was the kick in the butt to get me back at it.
• In escrow again - another BETTER condo only 3 miles from beach!! yippy
• Dating... schmating.

Going to catch up on all ya'll's now.

Condo-Conundrum

Sorry for the lack of posts of late.

I have been dealing with the condo thing. Here is the story:
It's not happening.

Basically, the condo complex has too many deficiencies so the mortgage insurance was denied. It has nothing to do with me (I have very very good credit!!). I didn't want to put more money down, so I cancelled the entire deal. If I wanted to borrow money from family for a larger down payment, then I would pick a better location and condo. I was only using this one as a stepping stool to get into the market because I could do it on my own.

I am still going to buy something this year. I am just back at square one.
I am ok with this. I have learned A LOT and I'm happy to be able to start over.
Onwards and upwards, right??

Liar Liar Pants on Fire

I read on Vanilla's blog about a cool website where you can stalk other runners to find out their times on races to prove that you are bigger, faster and stronger than them and can therefore brag about your greatness. On the other hand, it can also give you the tools to know when you should SHUT YOUR PIE HOLE about your race times.

Anyway, I checked out my own info on Athlinks.com and discovered that I'm a liar.

Not in any big dramatic way. But I lied about my age in Colorado last year.

Oops.

Go ahead and take a look at that Portland marathon time. YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS.

Wonder if I will ever be able to do THAT again.