Posts Tagged ‘romance’

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Magpye’s Big Adventure

January 16, 2009

Boy has it been a busy week! You can tell because I haven’t even had enough time to waste at work to post even one blog entry all week long. And I had stuff to write about, too.

Last weekend, my friend D and I decided to hang out. So I met her at her place and we were sitting and talking, and somehow the conversation turned to ‘toys’ and I mentioned that I could never go into one of ‘those’ stores. Well, that was it – D was determined that not only was I going to one of ‘those’ stores, but that I was going to BUY something. I fought hard against the idea, I really, really did – I stonewalled with all my might… but D was not to be swayed. So after lunch, she dragged me to one of those places. I tried to make light of how embarrassed I was, saying to the clerk on the way in “If anyone calls, I’M NOT HERE”, and off we went to the little walled-off private area where they keep THOSE sorts of things.

May I say OH MY GOD????

I had NO IDEA what kind of stuff was out there. Holy crap. Frightening? Confusing? Awe-inspiring?? Just plain physically impossible???

People, if you have not been to one of these places, I suggest you go. And I suggest you be drunk when you do. It was the most hilarious thing I have seen in many years. I mean, sure, there were your average and sundry items that you’d expect, but then there were things… I had no idea how they would even be used. And I didn’t want to know. My knowledge base has increased exponentially through that one trip.

And of course, there was that one, creepy older guy, wandering aimlessly, seeming to try casually to saunter ever closer to me… ICK!

Well, whether I made a purchase and/or what it was I shall keep to myself. But the moral of the story is, go check out one of these places! They are a RIOT!!

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There She Goes Again…

October 20, 2008

So what does she do? She goes right back out there and just HAPPENS to run into someone she ends up being sweet on. Silly, silly Magpye! This time is different though; it’s nothing that has to be anything serious anytime soon, just a sweet guy in FLA that I like a lot. Rules? One broken, but the lowest priority one. One potentially to be broken, but not yet. There’s a different sense of trust here. The age difference is much more appropriate, he has a sense of humor and a personality that fits with mine. Yeah, the trust thing is definitely better here; I don’t feel I’m being manipulated. Who knows… maybe something, maybe nothing… you never know till you try. I’ve never seen the ocean…

The stalker had THE NERVE to come online and ask if we could be friends. Can you believe it? Spy on me, call me names, then let’s be pals?? Holy crap, GET HELP. NOW.

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Magpye is Moping

September 5, 2008

Well, kids, I think I give up. I don’t  know. My sweetie, I just can’t figure out what’s going on with him, and I can’t go on not sleeping and hurting inside and waiting for something to happen. I don’t want to give up on him, I really don’t, I don’t want to lose him. But I can’t sit here and look at the events of the last two weeks and convince myself that nothing has changed, because something is most definitely very, very different.

Two weeks ago: twenty to thirty texts a day, many of them a bit randy.

Today: maybe four, very bland.

Two weeks ago: meeting at lunch just to steal kisses.

Today: haven’t seen him in two weeks.

Two weeks ago: Felt like the beginning.

Today: Feels like there’s nothing left but the clean up.

I can’t get him to talk to me, he won’t admit anything has changed, and he gets defensive and I end up feeling like I’m overreacting and being clingy and whiny. Part of me thinks he’s trying to get me to walk away, so he won’t have to. Part of me wants to be patient and wait out this thing with his mom. Part of me knows it’s way more than just his mom being here that’s going on, and part of me doesn’t want to hear it. Part of me is thinking, “Hey, didn’t you just get OUT of this relationship with that OTHER guy?”

Right… and who helped convince me to do that?  Shit.

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I started out looking for something romantic, but ended up settling for fart jokes…

February 13, 2008

…in the Valentine Card aisle.
And I thought to myself, ‘Wow… this is just like my life.’