Hate, Hate, Hate, Hate, Hate... I Don't Care What Bitches Say... I Don't Even Look That Way...

Ok, I am lying, apparently I do care what bitches say. In this case, male bitches.

I've never had a love for Facebook. It was something to have to keep in touch with peeps... but I've never really been a fan of how dependant people are of it, and how things get a stamp of approval once it's been posted on facebook.

You know Jenny is really pregnant when she puts it on her status.
You know John and Elly are really serious when they change their relationship status.
True story, my neighbor caught her boyfriend lying about his whereabouts because of a picture he posted on facebook. Psh, stupid now EX boyfriend of hers.

During my trip to the Poconos with Ting we took a really nice picture. It was nice, sepia, and Ting looked good in it. It was genuinely a nice picture. I put it as my default for no other reason then IT WAS A NICE PICTURE.

Oh Holy Shit.

I have never, not even when I was engaged received so many messages (not even comments) about a picture. How many male haters are out there?

I had a few people just ask who he was, I don't really post too much of my personal info on there. I try not to make my status' too personal whenever I do update them, so I can see why people would get curious... but adult male haters? Really? I mean, no, really? I am lacking a huge amount of understanding with this one. I am very over protective with things I care about. I am super over protective with my mother, my sisters, and apparently my relationship with Ting.

I deactivated my account, for now at least. I was caught off guard with this.

Moving on. My girls have decided they want to have a slutty dress night out. Those of you who know us personally know that we aren't those kinds of girls that wear those dresses you have to keep pulling down at the club. I DON'T EVEN OWN ONE. But I have two newly single ladies in my inner circle, and one not so newly but still single lady (PANG, my sister)... and if these newly founded sluts want to have a night out in some of those dresses- I can suck it up for one night.

I went out and shopped where the sluts shop. I am not a girl with a shape, so finding a dress wasn't easy... but I found one. WITH PLEATHER lol. Yes, you read right. That being said, stay tuned for the follow up blog next month about this night. It's scheduled for the weekend of May 21st. I will post a pic.

Blind Date

I will make this snappy- as I have to get ready to head to the movies with the Ex Fiance. Yes, you read right.

I had gotten a message from one of my cousins from my dads side of the family once on Facebook expressing her sadness of my absence at her husband's photo exhibit. Apparently they had this guy they wanted me to meet... and were hoping to surprise me with this at the event.

She gave me his info and told me to look him up on FB. If I was interested, to write him a message.

I did just that.

It's been MONTHS since this happened. We've kept in touch via text message since then but he has been working towards a promotion, and has been traveling alot for work. As of the last two weeks we've spoken on the phone a few times.

Yesterday we had plans to meet up for tapas, drinks, and dancing at Son Cubano. I get there at 9 and he is running a little late because of parking. I wait for him inside and every guy that walks in that is white I think its him (his pictures on FB aren't the best, very far and in the dark). Finally I see this guy walk in who is looking around for someone, it has to be him...

My cousin failed to mention this man was a giant. I am 5'2... he is 6'2. A good looking giant (only flaw was he has a big nose, but it didn't bother me).

There are no tables available for another 45 minutes so we sit at the bar and the Merlot starts flowing. We have good conversation, we ate out tapas- and after two hours of talking we start dancing. Thank goodness I was "happy", it's the only way I could have kept up with the off beat dancing. He had good beat, for an Italian...

While dancing I touched his stomach- BY MISTAKE, that place was so crowded I touched a few people in places I shouldn't have by mistake, females included. Well- that man had some WASH BOARD ABS, which I was not expecting, you see him and he is tall and what appeared to be SKINNY.

I got super horny.

The rest of the night I was trying to compose myself- I wanted to take him and do him where ever, I just wanted some. Damn wine.

We leave at 2 because we just can't hack the fact that we can't move in there, and he had work the next day...

He drives me back uptown, and in conversation tells me he wants to be an underwear model... Well, he has the abs for it. He showed me a picture of him shirtless and WHAT THE FUCK. I was horny, tipsy, and looking at hot pictures. I felt like a guy.

We arrive and the kiss happened (which I was not expecting, he was very respectable the entire night, I actually didn't think I would see him again- at least not like that). I've kissed many boys in my day... that by far had to be the best kiss, and he didn't even have plump lips or anything. This man was just catching me off guard right, left, and center.

I thought maybe he had one of those moments when he first arrived but he asked if we could hang out again next weekend soooo....

Trimming the Fat

New Year... Time to TRIM THE FAT! Scarf... remember him?

Well, after the trip I've hit him up out of courtesy, basic "hey, how are you doing? Did you make it safe?" type stuff and I would get very short answers like "Yes, I am fine. You'll get you're stuff next week".
Ummm... I didn't even ask for my things but thanks for letting me know when I will get them.

This goes on a few times...

New Years Day arrives. I decide to go on his FB wall and say Happy New Year. I search every name and he isn't on it. Just to double check before I die of laughter at what is going on I go to a mutual friends page and see that they are still friends. I click his name and surely he deleted me.

SERIOUSLY?!

My message to him titled UH OH LOL on FB reads:
seriously??? Scarf, I have no idea what was done for me to receive short answers- and to be removed from your FB.FB isn't a big deal... I just don't think that anything I've done has been that bad to the point for you to react this way.We are both adults... I don't mind that we don't continue a friendship, I'll get over it but thanks for the good talks. See you sometime next week.

His response (my side comments are in parenthesis):
IMWIR, I can't say its anything that you did or said. It more of a poor judgement choice on my part. Like I said, I didn't quite know why i found myself liking you so much. The more I thought about it, it probably came down to I just found you attractive and really had very little to go on from there (pfffffft). FB, i removed not only you, but quite a few others too. To me, FB should be for friends that I want to interact with and keep up with. I know I will be seeing you out at salsa venues and feel that is good enough for me. I know you don't mind continuing being friends, and sure getting over it is not a problem for you. The trip certainly opened my eyes to who I need to focus my time and energy on. You got a great trip out of it, you made some new friends. I know this whole thing is NOT a big deal to you, which is WHY i did not make any attempt, (until now) to explain or discuss it with you. I've felt for quite some time, that our friendship wasn't a "big deal." So, no hard feelings.

My response:
I'll keep this brief. My friendship with you was a big deal... What I couldn't deal with (and its not just with you, its with anyone at this point) was a relationship. I can respect everything you just said, thank you for even responding.
Hasta Luego,
In My World I Rock

For him to say that it was just a physical attraction and nothing else after all that shit he told me is Bull. I think it was just an ego blow (maybe) that he got shut down by someone he liked (twice, he fell for this girl in Vegas who wasn't feeling him like that either).

He knows how I feel about the Ex Fiance and knows that is the only person at the moment I am willing to get into anything serious until I meet someone who I am willing to take the chance on. He isn't it.

For a 40 year old man he sure has some childish tendencies. From the phone call about the guy kissing on my neck (which didn't happen), to then saying that he was just using that as a bridge to ask me what was up with us after he saw how bothered I got by this high school behavior, to kicking his charger because it wasn't working (Pang and I got some good laughs out of this one)... and a few other things Pang can attest to.

Honestly, after this trip and seeing what he is like, he is right- I don't think we should remain good friends... and I wasn't trying to be his best friend BUT to just completely wipe each other out of our lives like there was some wrong doing I think is a little excessive. But there is Scarf for ya.

We Don't Have Mutual Friends

Oh Facebook

You know, I never have been of fan of MySpace...
It brought trouble to my relationship with El Difunto's jealous ass ("why am I 4 on your top friends?" SERIOUSLY?!!)...
And having random people hit me up trying to get to know me was not my cup of tea. I am not at that point where I need to resort to meeting people on the Internet... on purpose.

::::let me rewind a little::::

I am sitting at home with CRamps and the side effects of the flu shot. I wasn't feeling or looking too hot.

I get a message on Facebook from INTRODUCE King Daddy (one time in Florida he got so drunk he walked around telling girls he was a stripper named King Daddy). King Daddy and I are friends on Face Book but I don't really remember him, and I HAVE TO know him because I do not accept people on FB that I do not know.
His message reads "Hey, how are you doing?"
I respond "Im great at home with cramps and a cold, how are you?"
This turned into a long FB email session when finally we just exchanged numbers and decided to text instead... which then turned into a phone call.

I checked his pictures and nothing... no recollection of where I know him.
We don't have mutual friends.
But we are talking like we've been friends for years on the phone.
I wanted to go out and he wanted to go out so he gathered up his boys and went to a place on the upper west side where they played Spanish music.
I told him I was going and would find someone to go with...

I couldn't find anyone to go with and he had hit me up twice already asking me if I was still going, he was waiting to dance some bachata with me.

I was home bored so I said FUCK IT and told him I was going alone.

I showed up and he seemed wowed at what he saw (I mean I put in a little effort to look extra good). So obviously he hadn't seen me before (we had already confirmed this, neither of us could remember where we know each other from, we went to the same school for a while but never had class together).

I had a BLAST. Him and his friends are funnnnnnnny, and like to dance <- Two automatic thumbs up.
He treated me like a real man treats a lady.
Everything down to my coat check was paid for (with the exception that I bought him a beer but it was the least I could do).
If he went to dance with someone else (he asked if it bothered me at first, I laughed at this) he would come right back to me, we had great conversation.
He caught me sitting down, came over and asked me why was I sitting alone- I told him my feet were tired and he said "we'll take care of that" put my legs on his lap, took my shoes off and started rubbing. This one was worth seeing again.
The rest of the night went off without a hitch.
He dropped me off at home and the next day we spoke on the phone for about 3 hours.
I might have forgotten to mention he is 2 years younger then I am.

This happened last weekend. He is leaving on vacation this Sunday with his parents and requested to see me before he left. The only days he can hang out are Wednesday and Thursday (he goes to school and works). I had invited him out with my and my cousin MILF to a club to see a band on Thursday night and he declined. He said he didn't want to just keep going to clubs with me, he wanted to get to talk to me and we decided Wednesday night after dance class would be it.

WEDNESDAY

Scarf came before class to say hello real quick. Funny guy, and sweet. He is older then I am, I just don't know how old yet.
After class King Daddy arrives looking very nice. I mean he looked nice the day I met him at the club but I was just hanging out after dance class, my hair was in a sloppy bun, and I was in chucks... he was in a nice sweater and loafers. ::Hanging my head::
We went to dinner- and there was not one moment of awkwardness. After dinner we went to walk around the city, we laughed A LOT and kissed a little.
He drove me home- and then talked in the car for about half an hour (he lives about an hour away from me).

And finally, I convinced him to come out with MILF and I muahahahahaaa (I'm full of shit, it didn't take more then a "well, you know where I'll be tomorrow"). Now he just has to convince his friends.

Facebook pictures

Fucking Facebook. Fucking social networking websites. I am bored at home so what else do I do?
I Facebook Stalk (please someone else confirm they do this too so I don't feel like a nut)
Surf through peoples pictures...
FITNESS turn comes up...

I'm surfing...

I'm surfing...

...
I see a picture of him and Crazy co-wo THE DAY I LEFT TO I R E L A N D out having lunch for her birthday (with a few other co workers, but of coarse she was sitting next to him).
My first thought: PSH! Que fea. (Read: How ugly)
No competition. I look way better (sorry for sounding so vein).
According to Fitness, she is a little unstable emotionally. Two against her, I WIN!
That's not why I am a little bothered.
What bothers me is that picture was taken once we already started "talking"... I mean it was the very beginning so he had no obligation in telling me BUT according to the story he told me... He stopped talking to her before then.

I keep clicking...
There is one of him with his arms around her in December. Again, I thought they stopped talking before then.
I see they have a few more pictures together and I get bothered. I DONT KNOW WHY- this happened before me and him got together. Fitness is a sweetheart but he isn't a sight for sore eyes (shit I am going to get in some karma fuck up for writing that)...

This isn't like me.
I did the only thing I thought would stop me from temptation of looking on.
I removed him as my friend.

---LATER ON THAT NIGHT---

Fitness works all day, so the only time we get to really speak is at night when he gets home from work. In very casual conversation (and I mean very casual) Facebook came up- this was the perfect opportunity to let him know without making it a big deal.

I told him.

It was a big deal.

Fitness: so you mean I can't go onto MY GIRLFRIENDS page?

IMWIR: nope.

Fitness: I don't understand. What happened?

IMWIR: I saw pictures of you and Crazy co-wo and got a little bothered. I knew there were more and I didn't want to get tempted to see them. The only way to make sure I didn't was to remove you. So for the time being I removed you.

Fitness is quiet for a while...

IMWIR: are you okay?

Fitness: I am untagging myself from all of these pictures. (The pictures weren't put up by hi,- they were put up by Crazy co-wo and his sister- Facebook addicts, you know how the system works)

IMWIR: oh jesus.

Fitness: I in no way want to make you feel uncomfortable.

IMWIR: Fitness you don't have to alter your FACEBOOK page because of me. Its facebook, that shit happened before me. I am just avoiding having to walk around upset because I saw a picture. When I am ready to handle that I'll let you know.

Fitness: like I wonder when were you going to tell me? If it didn't come up in this

conversation was I just going to click on your name and see that I can't go on it? I can't believe I am having a discussion about FACEBOOK.

IMWIR: noooo. I just didn't want it to be a big deal so I treat it as such. If I interrupt you at work to let you know I removed you from Facebook and WHY that would be me giving it importance.

Fitness: I can understand where you are coming from, when I used to see pictures of you and the Ex Fiance I used to get bothered...Excuse the big deal I made about it. I am so in love that I have become super sensitive to things. I feel like a girl.
(Disclaimer: these conversations I type are not word for word unless otherwise stated).

I hate Facebook. But I am addicted.