gchat

i have pretty much the best job ever.  it keeps me very busy, i love the people, i’m good at what i do and i’m recognized for that effort.  my bosses also understand that we all have lives outside of the office and have no problem with us checking our facebook pages and gchatting if we aren’t in the middle of a project.

well, the bosses are away, and have been away for 2 weeks and it has been slow.  i have a few scattered projects, but i’ve been doing a lot of reading and catching up on my news while i’ve been chatting with my friends on gchat.

i don’t chat as much as i used to since violetta’s work blocked it and platonic pat blocked me.  but i usually have it open, and chat here and there.

vegas joined gchat yesterday, his new job allows it too and at first i was nervous.  what if gchat ruins our relationship?  what if it reveals that we aren’t as compatible as we think we are?  what if i’m not as witty and clever on chat as i am in person, and he loses interest?  what if he isn’t?

well, crisis averted, he logged in at 145pm and we chatted straight to 458pm when we both got to leave.  we chatted about anything and everything.  we decided we are going to go on a double date with his brother and girlfriend.  picked the menu for an upcoming party i might be throwing.

long story short, gchat isn’t bad for my relationship, but it might be bad when we are busier at work. 

ha.

exactly what i want

last night, i’m out with some friends. wesley, ophelia, vegas and some others and i look down and see a missed call…..from who?  oh yes…bob.

i’ve made a pointed effort not to contact him since sunday at the barbeque.  i’m not really giving any of these other guys a fair shot while he is in my head, so i stop making the effort.  i’ve put myself out there and he’s made it clear he doesn’t want to be with me, that is fine, but i’m done.

well, he hardly calls, we more text back and forth, so i get nervous that something might be wrong and i call him back. 

the conversation the way wesley hears it is goes like this “hey, yeah, oh, i’m pretty good.  i’m at clyde’s in tysons.  yeah, i’ll be here for a bit.  oh, uh, ok, see you in a few.”

so he comes, he offers to buy me drinks, is openly flirting and asking about a singles only party i’m throwing that he and some other of our friends are invited to.  we laugh and it is nice to hang out with him.

i’m kinda uncomfortable.  i’ve been so steadfast in trying to get bob out of my head, that i get irritated for enjoying myself too much.  i wouldn’t let him buy me drinks, he offered, three times.  ophelia, wesley and a bunch of other people leave and it is just vegas, bob, another guy and me.  ugh.

geez.

i pay my tab, come back to the table, chat for a few minutes, and then leave. everyone gets a hug and a kiss on the cheek and i’m out.

so, i’ve been thinking.  was i wrong?  i mean, bob did everything i would want  him to do. 

*he contacted me without any provocation which means he was thinking about me.

*he went out of his way to see me.

*he offers to buy me drinks, and i never want guys to buy me anything, but the gesture is always nice.

*he is nice and charming and it was really fun.

and i was a hardass.  i was distant and cool and nonchalant (well, i’m never really nonchalant, but i really try).

when i think about it, i’ve done this every step of the way with bob.  he goes to cancun for a work thing, and asks me what i want and i say “don’t buy me anything.”

i’m telling him how i canceled on my step sis, bc i had a “thing” with him, and he says “is that what dinner and a movie is?  a thing?” and i say “well, i never know what to call a ‘date.’” 

ugh.  brutal, huh?

but he’s done the same with me.  he’s text me late and asked me what i am doing and i’ve written back “nothing really, want company?” which everyone knows is code for “let’s get naked.” and he’s written back “no, i think i’m gonna just chill on my own.”  what? really?

 

so, what do you think?  what is the verdict?  is it hopeless?  am i hopeless?  or just romantically retarded?

one of the mikes

yes, based on that title, you could assume that there are more than one suitor named “mike.” and you’d be right.

we met after a comedy show.  friend of a few friends.  seems like a cool guy.  went to a bar after the show with a bunch of other people and honestly didn’t talk to him that much.  he asked me if i was on a social networking site and i said “yes” and then he asked me for my url.  i told him i didn’t know it.  silly me, i’m used to guys asking for my number.

anyway, by the time i got home i was “friend requested” by him and accepted.  i didn’t write him a note and the next day, he remarked on that.  well, we chat back and forth.  he is funny, charming and nice.

he lives in baltimore somewhere…..northish.  over an hour away.  well, two dear friends of mine live up there too and invited me to their baby shower.  so i ask one of the mikes if he wants to grab a cup of coffee (he doesn’t drink alcohol) and he agrees.  we pick a starbucks and enjoy some java.  we have a good time….a great time.  he isn’t guarded or cynical like a lot of guys i’ve gone out with and it is refreshing to hang out with someone who isn’t going to drink my beer.  we had coffee for 2 hours.  and i felt comfortable being myself around him.  he revealed a bit of himself to me.  and i think he would be a great guy to be involved with.

well, dude puts me as his number 5 friend out of 8 on his site.  really?  that seems a little weird.  he has 1500 “friends” on there.

so, problem?  he is friends with bob the builder.  they’ve known each other for years.  i can’t really do that.  i don’t feel good about dating more than one cheerleader on a squad.  so, honestly, things will probably go nowheresville with him.  which is unfortunate, because he is a stand up guy.

i saw him again this past weekend, had a beer with him after visiting my friends and their new baby.  it was nice, he had a coke and few cigarettes and i drank a beer.  i told him i was tired and gonna go home and he said i could stay there, if i want.  i politely declined.

one of the mikes is a guy who calls me at 1230am to chat about his week.  really…just to chat.  i’m up everyday at 530am so that is kinda shitty for me.  but, overall, honestly, it comes down to his relationship with bob the builder.  he is pretty awesome, but i don’t see anything materializing from our encounters.