Man Plan 2006
Well, I'm headed to NY for my family reunion and unfortunately, I can't really visit anyone. I'll be there Wednesday and will probably hit the ground runnin' from there. See Auntie, Da Princess and Wendy around the way and that's all. Wish I could make it out to my favorite boro for a heart to heart with my Hetero-Life Mate, but things won't unfold that way.
Now, I'm not excited for this trip which is probably why I'm going to enjoy it. It's in Baltimore this year and fine men are a dime a DOZEN in that area. My weakness for the mirror lovers will surely be tested, not that I'm complaining, cuz if there's one thing I love, it's f'n eye candy.
So I kinda got asked out on a pseudo-date this past weekend. I was passing Marcus Friday evening on my way home and we talked about our weekend plans. I had nothing planned but more work and packing for NY and he invited me to watch Superman Returns at the IMAX theater. That's right, Sunday night at 8PM. So, we'd agreed on a time and place, but forgot to exchange numbers. Either too embarrassed or prideful, Marcus didn't show up. But there are many factors to this: I may have gone to the wrong theater at the wrong time (cuz I'm an idiot), but I still showed. And I was NOT about to pay to see Superman again, though it wasn't a bad movie. I didn't see Harry Potter in IMAX (not by choice, of course, I just...forgot) so I DAMN sure I wasn't going to see Superman.
Anyway, in my sadness over even bothering to get dressed and out of bed on Sunday, my day of rest, I started checking out online dating sites. That's right, I was so distraught that I started checking out "singles in the area." I quickly got over myself and started watching movie trailers (why did I NOT know about my boo in Step Up? The Covenant looks good, too), laughed at the losers on Craigslist and finished up Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix (not only's the title long, the book's 870 f'n pages!).
Needless to say, I have no idea where Marcus and I go from here and honestly, I don't care, I'm hangin' it up. It took FOREVER for him to even ask me out and I may be a patient woman, I REFUSE to wait for Round 2. This was the chance and it's gone. Call it all or nothing or just plain bitchiness, I don't have time for a guy to "muster" up the courage to ask me on a date, just do it. The worst thing I can say is no, right? There are almost 7 billion people on this Earth and you're scared of one? I'm all set, let some other chick who likes moving at a snail's pace have him.
So I continue to wait, that guy's out there for me, I know he is. I've got some guys in the running, of course, but they ALL require relocation and relocation is not on my plate right now. I like Atlanta and though my dream man may be almost 1,000 miles away, I'm not ready to make that adjustment. There's got to be someone down here that I can pass my fancy with (cuz the men down here ain't settlin' material...no one I've met, at least). Man Plan 2006 has officially been ABORTED.
Now, I'm not excited for this trip which is probably why I'm going to enjoy it. It's in Baltimore this year and fine men are a dime a DOZEN in that area. My weakness for the mirror lovers will surely be tested, not that I'm complaining, cuz if there's one thing I love, it's f'n eye candy.
So I kinda got asked out on a pseudo-date this past weekend. I was passing Marcus Friday evening on my way home and we talked about our weekend plans. I had nothing planned but more work and packing for NY and he invited me to watch Superman Returns at the IMAX theater. That's right, Sunday night at 8PM. So, we'd agreed on a time and place, but forgot to exchange numbers. Either too embarrassed or prideful, Marcus didn't show up. But there are many factors to this: I may have gone to the wrong theater at the wrong time (cuz I'm an idiot), but I still showed. And I was NOT about to pay to see Superman again, though it wasn't a bad movie. I didn't see Harry Potter in IMAX (not by choice, of course, I just...forgot) so I DAMN sure I wasn't going to see Superman.
Anyway, in my sadness over even bothering to get dressed and out of bed on Sunday, my day of rest, I started checking out online dating sites. That's right, I was so distraught that I started checking out "singles in the area." I quickly got over myself and started watching movie trailers (why did I NOT know about my boo in Step Up? The Covenant looks good, too), laughed at the losers on Craigslist and finished up Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix (not only's the title long, the book's 870 f'n pages!).
Needless to say, I have no idea where Marcus and I go from here and honestly, I don't care, I'm hangin' it up. It took FOREVER for him to even ask me out and I may be a patient woman, I REFUSE to wait for Round 2. This was the chance and it's gone. Call it all or nothing or just plain bitchiness, I don't have time for a guy to "muster" up the courage to ask me on a date, just do it. The worst thing I can say is no, right? There are almost 7 billion people on this Earth and you're scared of one? I'm all set, let some other chick who likes moving at a snail's pace have him.
So I continue to wait, that guy's out there for me, I know he is. I've got some guys in the running, of course, but they ALL require relocation and relocation is not on my plate right now. I like Atlanta and though my dream man may be almost 1,000 miles away, I'm not ready to make that adjustment. There's got to be someone down here that I can pass my fancy with (cuz the men down here ain't settlin' material...no one I've met, at least). Man Plan 2006 has officially been ABORTED.
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