So onto the next chapter of my life…
I am a gym rat. I love working out, lifting heavy things, sweat, and muscles! I don’t do it for anyone but me. I go to the gym to clear my head, to let out some anger and frustration, for therapy…NOT for social hour! If I come talk to you, that’s ok, do not come talk to me! Haha! I know it sounds bad, but other rats will agree.
Years ago, I would see this guy at my gym…baggy sweats, hat on but down so you could barely see his face. He had muscle!! He had a “don’t fuck with me” attitude, which we all know I like. This was very intriguing to me. One day we were both over doing legs and I worked up the nerve to say hi, I was definitely not as outgoing and open as I am today. The “hi” shortly led to a few nights of talking late at the gym. When I say late I mean around midnight for about 3 hours a night for 3 days straight! I couldn’t get enough. I ran into him at a restaurant a few days later which was weird because he didn’t live near there. I took that as a sign, because I am female and that’s what we do…anything is a sign!
The next sign, the more we talked we found out that our parents knew each other 5 years prior to us meeting…now if that isn’t a sign!! So we started dating, and this is where the craziness begins!
Stay tuned if you wanna hear all of my crazy 😉 Until then…stay crazy people!
So tonight was my belated birthday dinner with my dad and his wife. As I sit there chatting with them I look to my left and see a group of kids, teenagers at best, pretty well behaved but still…teenagers. And now a baby running around the restaurant with a young girl following behind her. We do the polite thing and say “oh she is so cute!” (which she was) and ask if it is her sister…….wait for it……..noooooooooooo, it was her daughter! WTF. My dads wife says “oh wow, you look so young” and the girl says she is 19 and the kid is 1, so she had her at 18. Ummmmmmm…..ok. I thought to myself…I am “30-something” and there is NO WAY, at this point in my life, could or would I be able to raise a kid! I have zero time, financially it is a huge responsibility, and oh wait…..I am single (which for me, I need to be married before I have a child), among other factors. But to each their own, congrats, she was cute!
So for some dumb reason I decide to tell them that I have started a blog! Why on earth would I do that?!? His wife starts asking me oh how can we read it, how can we find it if your name isn’t on it….UGH. This is going to have some very private shit in it and I DO NOT need them reading this!! Sex, dating, sex, life, sex, puppies, sex, BFFs, sex and sex. Geezus. Clearly the dessert I had was clouding my judgment. Blarb.
And as odd as this sounds, I really am a very private person when it comes to dating and relationships and just my personal life in general (other than telling the few people closest to me) so for me to put this all out there will be interesting. Maybe a good outlet for me, maybe a good outlet for you! Do you guys tell your parents all about your dating life and sex life? For me, I just think it is too weird. I do not want to think about my parents doing things and I don’t think they would want to know about me doing things! Let me know your thoughts and feelings about that.
Well I am off to do some cardio since I devoured a ginormous amount of cake and ice cream at dinner. Current status – feeling fat. Goodnight to all!
Apparently there is much to learn about a blog which is why this is “Like a Virgin part 2”. I have NO idea what I am doing here! But you learn as you go along I suppose.
As I sit here watching the finale of The Bachelor, I think…Is there really a love like the one you see on this damn show?? I mean, I can feel their love sitting on my couch! I can feel the love! BUT is it really out there, outside of reality TV? Outside of all of the fancy helicopter rides and tropical vacations?? One can only hope.
I used to be a hopeless romantic and I think that one day I will be again but a lot has happened to get me to the place I am today, and I guess that place is that of a tough girl. I have always told my BFF that it will take a very special person to pull out the sweet, caring, shirt off your back girl that I once was. A VERY SPECIAL PERSON!!!! And honestly, I’m not even sure she is still in there, at least not all of her.
My past has hurt me. Has lied to me. Has betrayed me. Has made me sink to the bottom where all of the rocks lie (or is it lay? see not much one for grammar) Either way, I have steel walls built for me by the person I thought I would spend my life with. The one person that was supposed to make sure all walls stayed down for good. Well, clearly that went to hell in a large hand basket! Because I’m sitting here, typing this damn blog about to tell everyone about all of the crap that has happened in my life and about all of the adventures in dating, etc. that I have experienced and wondering if I’m the only one that has gone through this craziness…
Hopefully you can relate and share some of your stories or maybe I can help you in some way. I am great at giving advice! And terrible at taking my own advice! Do as I say, not as I do, right??
Anywho, that’s all for tonight. Need some sleep so I can wash, rinse, repeat tomorrow. Goodnight my dears 😉 Until we meet again.