I decided to call him out.

Click on his mugshot.  I know what you’re thinking.

Also, you can read more about this man sick individual here.

GONE!

I planned on this weekend being very laid back and alcohol free but it was quite the opposite.  I was still rather sickiez on Friday so the prospect, who needs a new nickname, came by to play Monopoly.  I purchased a few Subway sandwiches for dinner.  I could pick apart my tuna on wheat to get some nutrition in my failing body.  Seriously.  I had to nibble on it like a gerbil eating a cardboard box.  I hate the dentist, teeth, and extractions.

The thing about me is I have a very short attention span.  Although I have never been diagnosed or treated for ADD there is no doubt in my mind that its just another mental illness that you can label me with.  The prospect has the same issue.  Its not unusual for us to go swimming, walk Bacci, watch a few minutes of Borat, and play Scattegories all in less than an hour.

Where is this going?  Oh… We didnt come close to finishing our game of Monopoly but the prospect had the great idea of putting the board away with our properties and monies seperated so we can resume it at another time.  We will finish this game the ADD way

I spent the majority of Saturday with the family.  My 9 year old brother is once again kicking ass in All Star Little League baseball so I enjoyed a rather mild weathered game in Chicago.  Seriously.  I do not remember a time when air conditioning was not a must in the month of July in Chicago.

The prospect and I went to my Mom’s house for a Spaghetti & Meatball dinner.  She had one too many glasses of wine.  I didnt get too mad because I am sure she was trying to numb the anxiety of meeting the prospect.  Things went swimmingly and we retreated early as we had plans to see Bruno.

On our way to Bruno the prospect asked me if I really wanted to see Bruno right now.   My ADD ass of course said “nahhhh” and the next thing ya know we are outside at a neighborhood bar drinking Bacardi and Diets.  Plans are not an option for us.  After a couple of drinks we retreated home to continue drinking a gallon of Bacardi.

The night ended with sex.  I do believe I had more sex on Saturday night than I have ever had in my life combined.

Seriously.

Cheers to good sex!

There comes a time when it no longer hurts and the jealousy you may hold fades.

This happens when you are truely happy and content.

and I am back.

I apologize for those who I left hanging.  Feelings have overpowered me the last week or so and I have not been able to fully express myself through words.  Writing has always been my form of catharsis but I must say the last week has been full of contentment with no need to vent or sort out my feelings.

The first half of 2009 has been rough.  Needless to say I doubted joy or contentment in my immediate future.  I was bitter.  Notice the past tense…

I met the prospect last Thursday.  Yup the man who I had spent hours upon hours which multiplied into days on the telephone with.  We did not meet with a hello but rather a kiss.  This kiss is a kiss I will always remember.  This kiss was a kiss full of pent up emotions and a kiss that couldnt be stopped.

I do not believe our hands untwined for the remainder of the night.  The bartenders words to us after 5 minutes of seeing us together “you make a cute couple.”

We laughed.  Little did she know we had just “met” each other 10 minutes ago.

The remainder of the night was unreal.  A night I could never imagine my future would hold.  A night so perfect words cannot even describe. 

Who would have thought that I would ever feel so comfortable and at ease with someone I had just met?

Anxiety does take over me.  Its often easier to think than feel.  Panic washes over me in waves.  But I am still going to let the rudder of my heart steer me in the direction in wherever destiny has planned.  It might take some level of work but with the right person the level of work will come easy and the fears will fade away.

What is meant to be will be…

the end.

so there is this boy and he kinda has my heart.  He keeps it in a duffel bag underneath his bed.

Seriously.

Yes. I am speaking of the prospect.  Have I mentioned he reads this blog?  Say hello!  He left a comment it made my belly smile and my eyes twinkle.

God I make myself sick.

I haven’t even met him yet and am this far in.  I know.  Possibly because we talk for over 3 hours a day.  It is real.

We will be meeting the 3rd week of July. I hope all of my life’s drama will be a distant memory.

PS I am usally afraid of blogging too soon but I really think this little shindig we have going will beat many odds.

PPS  The cute thing is he has no flipping clue what a “reader” is and will visit this site religiously hoping for new material

How should I say this? Where should I begin?

My name is K and I am no longer a phone sex virgin.

How did that sound?

Tell me its okay.  Tell me everyone does it.  Tell me you have.  Tell me I wont get pregnant.

Lets just hope that the prospect is just as attentive as he is descriptive.  Swooooooon!

Note:  I was going to post this picture instead of the above but then I thought about it and I had phone sex last night which means I am uber sexy, mature, and confident. Right?  This is not a time for jokes!

Is it FLOW RIDA or FLOW RIDER?

I have been all over the place as of late.  I had high expectations for myself that I felt would start the moment my plane landed at Ohare from my fanfuckingtastic trip to Vegas.  I had plans to catch up on my reader, add the numerous awesome people I had met to my reader, get a job, paint the garage, paint my bedroom, buy new furniture, rekindle friendships with a couple of friends… Alright, I am going to stop now because I haven’t really accomplished much of anything.  My life has been up in the air.  Perhaps this is why I did not want to leave Vegas and felt that we had a bond.  Vegas is pretty much “up in the air”.  We got along well.

Reality Shmality.  Who needs it?  Perhaps I need it.

I will be held responsible for my living expenses and bills before the end of the summer.   Unlike past plans I had which entailed leaving the nest, the nest will be leaving me.  It’s a confusing little situation but my Mom, Stepdad, 9 yo Brother, and 15 yo Sister are moving and leaving me in charge of myself and bills such as electric, gas, and cable.  The nerve huh?

Say it, “huh?”

Ya, I don’t expect you to get it right now because I told you a blip of the story.  I can’t be bothered getting into the deets as they are dull and boring.  All you have to know is I will be sharing this here house with my Uncles, one being drunk and the other disabled.

Now that we all understand my living situation maybe next entry will be dedicated to the prospect I mentioned in my previous post.

do I feel the need to go stalkerella on my 1st real boyfriend and the girl he cheated on me with?  Over the past 6 years they have broken up 342343 times, he has been in rehab, found God, cheated on her again, stole from her, tried to date me again while still continuing to talk to her, and now they are back in love.

The sad thing is it still bothers me.

Why do we do this to ourselves?

I feel as if I am out of harms way because its so long ago but I still feel twinges of jealousy when being notified of there status via MySpace.

So ExGreek became incessantly annoying with his quest for a penis pump and/or cream due to his accused shortcomings. 

I had to tell him the truth.

Me:  I wanted you to know that you really dont have a small penis.  I was just joking around. 

Him:  Thanks a lot.  GF was trying to give me head the other day and I couldn’t get hard because I kept thinking of what you said.

Me:  Sorry to hear that.  Well, you don’t. 

Him:  Want to do dinner and a movie sometime next week?  Also, I still really want the pump.  Not much the cream but the pump definitely.

Oops!