My Weekend

As far as being on lockdown, this is not going to work. At least I gave it the old college try. But, alas, I have my weaknesses. Wine, chocolate, TV, comfortable clothing. Put them together and I have a disastrously low amount of self-control. Plus, if I cannot break my own rules, what use is being rebellious? And I like being rebellious.

 

My Weekend:

 

Musician Dude reared his ugly head (or should I say texts) this weekend. I got a lengthy apology text about him being standoffish concerning my dog and him being overly flirty. The two things I finally told him made me feel uneasy and uninterested. He wanted to come over this weekend and talk about it, hang out and to see if I could give him another chance. But creepy men cannot hide their creepiness for long. Here was how the last of the texts went down.

 

Me: Look, you can come over if you want. It’s been a rough week and I am always happy to see friends. But if you are coming over because you are hoping to get lucky, maybe you should stay home.

Him: I’ll just stay home then. You seem hostile.

 

Really? Since when has not wanting to have sex a hostile position to take? It isn’t. And it isn’t that I don’t want to have sex; I just don’t want to have sex with him. That is not hostile. That is personal.

 

As much as I throw my business out on here, in reality there are two rules I have about sex. First, I keep it as private as possible. Not because I am ashamed, but because people talk. And when people talk about sex, men listen. I like that men leave me alone in bars, that people think I am a prude, that most guys keep their distance. It keeps me out of drama. Especially where I live. And as far as physical relations go in the circle, mine have been very limited. Thank god.

 

Second, and the one that applies to Musician Dude, is that I am extremely picky about sex partners. Whereas my friends go for looks, common interests, financial stability, long term potential, I couldn't care less about any of those things. To me there must be something I intensely admire in that person (kindness, character, intellect, imagination). And there must be that feeling you get in the pit of your stomach whenever you are around them. Not butterflies. Just that feeling that being around them is significant. Trust me, without this the sex would be awful. And Musician Dude falls short in both the admiration and stomach categories.

 

Let’s be real. Musician Dude toured for 10 years straight, just released a solo album, and rubs shoulders with some pretty famous people. He is NOT used to being told no. So do I think his recent interest in me is because he thinks I am beautiful and amazing? No. Is it because of my fabulous personality and wonderfully dark sense of humor? No. To him, I am nothing more than a challenge. And I kind of think I am worth far more than that.

 

So what did I do this weekend, you ask? I had an incredible Thanksgiving dinner with British transplants and three amazing friends. Then a friendsgiving dinner with a group of beautiful girls where I learned that one of them has a secret superhero power involving x-ray vision. I also got to spend an evening with man who let me curl up on his couch and yell at his TV while wearing my thick glasses and comfy old t-shirt (look at me getting all fancy). He didn’t even flinch when I downed an entire bottle of champagne and threatened to steal his cat. He is either just as weird as I am or completely immune to madness in general. Fascinating (I am saying this in my best Spock voice).

 

I cannot end this blog without an EVG reference. This was a text I got from her at 2:39am.

 

EVG: Taco flavored kisses for my Ben!!

 

I had no idea what the hell she was talking about or who the hell Ben was. At this point, I don’t even ask.