Euro-Trip & Bucky

Ok, so right before I met Porter was when the Irish guy, Johnny, (who actually is FROM Ireland and now lives in England) asked me out. I had only been out with Porter a few times by the time Johnny had called to set an actual date, and that night Porter was busy with friends, so I thought it might be fun to meet someone new...

The night started when he and his friend Jimmy, who was also from London came over for a little Ethiopian cuisine I concocted. We ate, drank some beer and some wine and then went to go to the little bar across the street.

It was a week night, we weren't expecting anything rowdy going there at 9pm - you know, just a few beers and whatnot. We ended up playing some pool, drinking Modelos and shots of tequilla... 6 pool games and about that many beers later Jimmy and I went out for a smoke (bad habit I KNOW!) And all of a sudden I realized how smoking hot he was with his Cogny accent and BEAUTIFUL (no joke) teeth... we talked a bit, flirted if you will, haha, and went back in where Johnny started what I like to call "the rub." Anytime you're out with a man and he likes you, he always finds a "friend zone" place to give you a little rub-a-dub, the back, the arm, no where really sexual, just to be safe. Johnny was cute also, I mean, I was really on the "date" with him... but so was Jimmy... what's a girl to do?

So we end up getting ridiculously drunk, stay up way too late, and I invited them back over. We all decided that it would be best if they stayed the night, it was kind of late to call a cab, right?? Time to get some shut eye and I hit the bathroom first, a girl's gotta brush her teeth! I get back and not only is Johnny in my bed, but Jimmy is in my bed as well... Apparantly it was American Girl sandwich night. Now, I know what you're thinking, threesome, right? Well, you're wrong... sort of... From spooning, to touching, to kissing, things were getting kind of crazy, but on the downlow, I wasn't sure if one knew what the other was doing, and in the still of the night, no joke, I just started laughing! It was just too much... These boys were totally into me, and if I was "that" kind of girl it would have been even more amazing, I mean both of them were wearing black Calvin Klein boxer briefs, one blonde, one brunette, it was straight out of the Ron Jeremy realm, and it didn't really help that I picked my sexiest nightie I guess, but when in Rome... or Chicago!

We all ended up falling asleep shortly after, and when I woke up the next morning being cuddled by the two sexiest men in London, all I could think was God Bless America. They both invited me to London (separately) and if things don't work out with Porter, I know where my next vacation will be. Just so you know... I did tell Porter the majority of that happened, I'm not trying to hide anything, I'm not that kind of girl - and you know what? He just laughed too (we had only known each other for less than a week at this point.) I'm not sure if he's Mister Right, but he's one hell of a Mister Right Now!!!

Following up with Buck... Ok, so I'm a bit of a cougar and always like to keep my options open (obviously) but I was seriously disappointed that I hadn't heard from this Young Buck for so long. He had texted me early in the afternoon of the same night I was meeting Porter for the first time and asked if I was interested in a little afternoon delight... AND THEN TWENTY MINUTES LATER HE RAIN CHECKED ME!!! WHO DOES THAT? I was beyond irritated to say the least.

So that night Porter came over for the first time and we had an amazing night and I totally forgot about that fresh outta high school hipster... until 2 days ago, when Buck texted me ALL DAY LONG talking about "teaching him some things" and going on to tell me how much he had been thinking about me, but I wasn't and still am not thinking about him. If he was thinking about me so much, why hadn't he called sooner? I mean he might be sexy and young, but he's as flaky as a croissant.

I might keep him in my back pocket for a rainy day... but I might not, I really want to hold out and see what happens with Porter. I guess only time will tell.

Parlez-vous du français ?

OMG... that is all. I just moved to a new apartment, and with this apartment I am getting some new roomates (it's a 5 bedroom) my sister Cecilia and her friend Anseletta who she went to medical school with. Now, Anseletta went to school with a boy named Porter... Porter is a bit of a facebook stalker (aren't we all) and saw the new friendship between Anseletta and I and added me as a friend with a message that sounded something like, "you're so beautiful, I have to know you." I was a bit offset by this but thought I would give it a whirl, Anseletta said he was a great guy.

And boy was she right! Since we met, which I think was March 7th or so, we've been basically inseperable... Except for a brief European encounter which I'll explain in a minute. Anyways, Porter is an exceptionally attractive man, practically irresistible... He works for a financial consulting firm downtown and we share a plethora or similarities, from music to books to cinema... and obviously he's a wee bit French, which is something I love LOVE LOVE! He's actually from Michigan, like me, and moved here a few years ago when he transfered his job to move in with his girlfriend, Anastasia.

This is where things get tricky... he had told me about her, how she was a model... had red hair... and whatever, it wasn't important to me. That is until last night when we were leaving the Bulls game and were walking out to go home and he said, "There she is, that's my ex-girlfriend Ana." We stopped to say hello and I was awestruck, I KNEW HER IN HIGH SCHOOL! And I didn't just know her, I KNEW her, we went to to church together, had all the same friends, and so much more. We saw each other and neither of us said anything for a few seconds (as if it wasn't akward enough) she said, "You look so familiar, don't I know you from somewhere?" And we talked for a moment and left. It was almost like an out of body expirience; I couldn't believe it. She's beautiful and thin and well, stunning, and I, well I'm me.

At first it made me feel a little low, but then I got to thinking about the way that I date, and realized most people do the same... which is something I like to call upgrading, haha! So now I feel even better about myself, isn't that crazy? Plus... I'm not a bitch, which she is. She sort of was to me back in the day, but I think it's because her career was just beginning launch, and Porter definitely agreed, she had a bit of the Naomi Campbell complex, well, with less work obviously.

As of now, we're not "dating"... I'm actually not so sure what we are. He definitely talks about the future, A LOT, so we'll see how things go...

The Young Buck and Co.

I thought the youngin' and I were done. I try not to call boys, therefore, if they don't call me, it's done. I mean, I call when we're dating, but not in the beginning. Anyways, Buck texted me this weekend to let me know that his phone had been acting up and he hadn't been able to get a hold of me. I was shocked... and out of town. I was a bit bummed that I couldn't see him, but actually a little bit excited that he had called. I think I kind of like this one. We'll see if something arises this week.



Speaking of rising... apparantly this new vegan light I'm in is attracting men like a horse to water. I have TWO dinner/drink dates this week.



One is with this thirty something district manager for an international clothing store (i.e., did someone say discount??) He's quite intelligent with 2 degrees and is working on his masters, but he is a chatty cathy. I do not need to know about you're friends relationships, we just met, SERIOUSLY. He's taking me to this vegan restaurant I've been wanting to go to for a while, should be delicious in more ways than one.



The other is with this Irish guy, I don't know him at all really. He's in town from Ireland this week and asked me out for drinks. Seems cute and travels A LOT. Paris, London, Wales, Scotland... Chicago, Dallas, New York...Virginia? Who knows? Either he's traveling giggilo or someone has got some serious cash. I don't even travel that much. I think he might be a little bit more fun than the clothes whore... but I don't know if he can top Buck. Ooooh, but this Patty has a real accent.

Get you a bite. Mmmm. Haha. Happy Monday!

Shame Spiral... AND OMG

First, I would like to say sorry I haven't been here in a while. I've been re-vamping and needed a mental health break from just about everything... well except shopping.

Which brings me to my newest issue... I just saw some disgusting news on facebook.

So, I used to date this guy Jim for mmm... roughly two years. We never had the boyfriend/girlfriend title but we would go to dinner together, have class together, party together, travel together, sleep together... Had the same friends, the same interests, pretty much we were inseperable. Now he is ACTUALLY dating one of the slimiest females I have ever laid eyes on, he must be going through some serious shame spiral. I actually feel bad for him. I know that looks aren't everything, but she's not even nice, and has been facebook IMing me to tell me how much she misses me, that she's been telling Jim how much she adores me and looks up to me. Well vomit, I think she's trying to rub it in my face. Get OVER it, I dated him YEARS ago.

Speaking of dating... I met a new boy, yes boy. He's only 19. A delicious 19... God, I feel like a cougar. He's quite fantastic though, tall, well-dressed. He was going to school for acting, and now I'm not exactly sure what his plans are, but he sure is entertaining. The other night after, ehh, you know, we were lying in bed and he was talking about how he grew up partly in Scotland, and got this Scottich accent going on... then it proceeded to a little game, I say the country, he did the accent. So MUCH FUN! He was really great. I think I might need to keep him in my pocket for a rainy day.

Ooohh, also! I finally found my way to Neiman Marcus to pick up Tom Ford's Purple Patchouli... but then, I didn't like it so much alone, so I decided to get the coffret set. Tuscan Leather and Oud Wood are fabulous as well. I would highly recommend this purchase, it's a bit pricy for perfume, but totally worth it.

Hope your weekend was as fabulous as mine!

Have fun with the Oscars tonight!

... and a call from Logan

I actually forgot to mention this! I can't believe it! Logan called me the other day; for those of you who don't know, Logan is my super young, super sexy, Mitten bound crush. He just called me to tell me that while I was home for the holidays he was up north skiing and whatnot, and that he was sad he missed me and that we need to have a get together soon. I can't get him out of my head. I want to go home like next weekend to see him. On the other hand... absence makes the heart grow fonder. We'll see what happens I suppose.

Back In The Windy City...

...AND DAMN DOES IT FEEL GOOD!!!

I love going back to my hometowns and this time it was no exception, but last night when I walked into the door of my lovely little garden apartment, I truly felt like I was at home. It was a great adventure, but it really felt good to get back into the swing of things this morning (who knows, maybe I'm just getting really old.)

So re-cap on the weekend's goals...

1.) I totally wore the CUTEST outfit to dinner ever. It was classy and smashing rolled into one, a very chic knit skirt, a cript white button up underneath a gorgeous light weight sweater.

2.)I did suprisingly little shopping, and had a fantastic Friday night at the bar.

3.) Definitly Waxed

4.) I didn't make anything this year... oops!

5.) I did not "get together" at all really... I hooked up with the painter for a few hours on Thursday night, I hung out with the Not-So-New-Guy, aka the painter. He was a serious conversationalist and wasn't so sure if he was into me until I was driving home and he asked me about a thousand times if I really liked him or not... it was so irritating. Then on Friday I went out with my sister and we met up with my high school homeboy, Mr. English Professor (he is one, wasn't mine, ha!) We had a great time and the drunker I got, the bitchier I got and ended up telling him he was pretentious. Oops... anyway, we still made out. It was fun, well except for the past about being in my sisters car (and no, SHE WAS NOT IN IT.)

6.) I SPENT LOADS OF TIME WITH MY WONDERFUL SISTER, who is truly amazing.

7.) I got a fantastic Christmas tree and tons of vintage ornaments from my Grams, AND she bought me the SWANKIEST lamps ever! Doubles, how convienient for my bedside tables, eh?

8.) Didn't get to see anything but pictures of my niece. Baby Mamma Drama. Eww.

9.) I slept... and slept... but nothing was like coming home to my down matress and 1,000 thread count Pima Cotton sheets... mmmm!

All in all, it was a good trip. Except for the part(s) that had no Logan. He was M.I.A. I didn't talk to him once, no one even knew where he was, it's a shame really. Until next time I suppose. That will give me some more time to get my game face on. I wish sometimes that he was some kind of super jerk. You know, just awful, a real asshole. Then I could move on... but he isn't. He's just a super sweet, amazing-in-the-sack, truly special man. Maybe I just need someone new to take my mind off of him... You never know what just might happen ; )

Ciao!

About to be on my way....

So I'm leaving the office today at 2:30 and starting the deluxe 94 track back to the mitten, also known as the ever so lovely, Michigan. This means a plethera of things:

1.) I need to seriously get my Thanksgiving dinner outfit together.
2.) Finish/Gather all plans for the weekend galas, shopping trips, visits, and bar-hoppings.
3.) Wax.
4.) Decided what to cook (I always bring something delicious and vegetarian to the table.)
5.) Figure out who to.... get "together" with. Hopefully it'll be Logan. I've been trying to ignore him in that "I'm seven and you have cooties way." So he might be into it. Or it could be the New Guy, who isn't so new anymore. Or it could be the high school fav, a sweet but sassy English Professor (he's only 24, he's a freakin literary GENIOUS.) God, I want it to be Logan. I've been praying for it. 11:11-ing it. Wishing on every star, every candle I blow out, WISHING ON EVERYTHING. Or I could like... grow up, and call him. But that would be too easy.
6.) SPEND LOADS OF TIME WITH MY WONDERFUL SISTER.
7.) Continue to raid my grandmother's home for unused totally amazing vintage furniture and accessories. She's where I get all my fantastic Sarah Conventry jewels from.
8.) See my so-sweet-she-gives-me-a-toothache niece.
8.) Last, but certainly not least, get some SLEEP!

I hope you all have a wonderous HOLIDAY and remember to be thankful for the things that are true blesssings in our lives.

You Know You Love Me!

Boho in the Snow

I keep having this ridiculous dream that when I'm home for Thanksgiving that I call Logan and we decided to meet at my cottage by the lake for a little R & R. It ultimatly leads to a lusty wonderful time, but I keep seeing this image in my head... He calls me to tell me he's almost there and I let him know just to come in the house, and he does. When he gets there I'm trying to build a fire in the fireplace and he comes in the door, and sits next to me on the ledge and helps... this is kind of the outfit that I'm wearing in my dream. He's wearing green. He always is wearing green. I wish I could just stop. Stop thinking about him. I am in SERIOUS like with this kid. Maybe my dream will come true... I mean I know that I'll probably see him with the rest of my friends, but I want us to go away to some romantic fantastic place. Leave all of them and just go. Just the two of us.

Lost in Paradide...

I'm lost. Chicago is so amazing and there is so much to offer here, but I feel so lost today. It all started last night... well maybe Friday night. I was having a great week, and have been doing so much and then on Friday I decided to go to the movies with my roomate. We drank a little, then came home and invited some people over. People meaning the German. We all went out to the bar and had a splendid time, so spendid I was blacked out before I got home.

Thank GOD that Marco (my roomate) was with me, because I'm not sure where I would have ended up. I haven't been drunk like that in FOREVER... and I swear I only had a few Seabreezes, well and no dinner. I was so drunk I stole flowers out of a bathroom and PUT THEM IN MY PURSE TO TAKE HOME! Then I proceeded to ask the bouncer for his number and when I looked at it Saturday I could barely read it... Not too long after that I put my purse on the ground to find my phone (which I used to DRUNK DIAL LOGAN AT THREE IN THE MORNING, even though I had already semi-drunk dialed him at 11) and fell not once, but twice, flat on my ass, which is better than my face I guess. I came home and stripped through out the house and put on some silky ass night gown and refused to sleep in my bed, for some God forsaken reason because I have the dreamiest thread count... I woke up and felt so stupid.

I haven't been drinking very much lately, those binge drinking college days are definitly in the shadows, so I don't know how it happened. I mean I had a great night, talked to all of these fabulous people, and ended up riding in the back of a truck to my freaking apartment. Needless to say, Saturday was unfortunatly unproductive. I want to call the bouncer because he was ridiculously good looking and I need a strong man in my life, but from the chicken scratch on the NEWSPAPER I wrote it on, I think he'll think I'm some sort of flaky lush... I mean I am a lush, but in a good way : ) I'm usually the life of the party who helps girls like me. Am I becoming some sort of low tolerance lightweight or what?

And speaking of Logan, I haven't talked to him in a while. I went back home and went to his house to hang out and all of these people were there, and he had to leave to go to a meeting (which I didn't want to wait around for him to get done with) so we had almost no alone time, and so I'm sure he's far past over me. God I wish he wasn't so delicious.

Ok, so back to topic. Saturday night I just went out for a good no drinking dinner night with some of my girls and came home and got a suprise haircut from a good friend (who is a seriously divine hairdresser), and it looks AMAZING.

Sunday... I tried to be super productive. I made Marco and Dionne (my other roomate) clean the house with me, then we all went shopping and to the laundrymat and I felt really productive, like I was actually doing some good with my life. We came home, I made us a fantastic dinner, we watched a movie... and then I went to bed. As I layed there I just started thinking of all of these things I'm not doing. Like having a boyfriend, going out, going to grad school, and I started missing my family and before you knew it, I was balling hysterically. I felt so lost. So alone. How can you feel alone when you're surrounded by people?

Marco and Dionne were still up, so I came out of my room like a 5 year old and just talked to them forever, told them all of these crazy thoughts going on in my head, and they definitely cheered me up and we all kind of agreed we feel the same (we all just move here from a different state, and no, we didn't know each other at all.)

So maybe I'm not so crazy for feeling so alone surrounded by people. I think I just need to keep my chin up and make myself just as fabulous in Chicago as I was back home. It's a fresh start. I can be whatever I want to be.

The Weekend Wrap-Up

Friday was a little lame, I had not been feeling very well the last week or so, and I decided to just take it easy and ended up staying up way too late with my roomies chatting and drinking wine, fun but nothing crazy... then Saturday I went and did my usual community goodness in the morning, saving the world one homeless puppy at a time. Saturday evening I met up with German Boy at his place, had a few drinks and then we went to the hockey game. It was AWESOME, Detroit ended up winning a shoot-out (which was amazing because I had been routing for them the ENTIRE time.) After the game we hit up some bars, and all of a sudden it was almost 3, so we walked back to his place. Now here's where the story gets weird... I didn't go "home" with him. We got to his place where I had left my car and he asked me about a thousand times if I was ok to drive (which I was... we drank a few beers, but walked everywhere and my nightly glass(es) of wine have been preventing me from becoming too much of a lightweight.) He asked and asked and invited me in, and for some reason, I just wasn't in to it. Maybe it's because I can't tell if he really likes me or not. We went out last weekend, then again on Wednesday, and the game on Saturday, and NOT ONCE has he "hit" on me. I mean he opens doors, pays for things, carries bags, I MEAN THE KID IS POLITE AS FUCK, but no come on's, nothing... I mean he smiles and stares a little too much, but no action, is this because he's foreign? I've never really dated anyone from Europe, well, except England, but he was a whore. He could just want a friend, but he's ALWAYS making future plans in that I-wanna-date-you kind of way. I don't get it. Any ideas? Am I just used to the American wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am?

The New Guy(s)

The New Guy. The New Guy, let's call him Micah, is seriously smokin'. He's like a young Heath Ledger, creepy, a bit, but hot, HELL YEAH... He's tall, is a PAINTER (so he's got those bulging bisceps), he plays guitar, and has a smile that could melt an iceburg. I'll let you guys know how that one turns out. Also.... There's this German guy who came to look at my apartment a few weeks ago when I was looking for a roomate (he didn't end up moving in) who I hung out with on Saturday... and then again last night... and he's taking me to the Blackhawks and Red Wings game this weekend. I dunno if he's into me or is lonely (being from Germany with like no FRIENDS here in Chicago.) Well just have to see. I'll keep you posted.

Logan

Ok, so there's this boy. Yes, boy. He's almost 4 years younger than me, I mean he can't even drink yet... Anyways, there's something about him that lets me not forget him, EVER. It's strange because I've been with so many different men. I've had boyfriends, lovers, fuck-buddies, whatever. Some were older, a few were younger, single, married, dating, engaged, black, white, arab, hispanic, phillipino... Some were hot, some were not, but who's counting, right? Anyways, this one in particular, let's call him... Logan, is something amazing.

We met last year on a very busy night, we were both drunk, obviously, and I was taken back by how attractive he was, and how down to earth he was, that I couldn't stop staring. So... I invited him in. We hung out for a while, then went for a walk, and as soon as we walked out of the door he grabbed my face and started kissing me. I was SHOCKED to say the least and enjoyed it ever so much. He ended up staying the night and we had amazing sex. I, of course, saw him the next day at breakfast... And then again, and again, and again. We didn't actually hang out until a little while later, we were both in different groups and in our passionate doings, didn't exchange numbers. Then one day, it happened. We met up at a party and left together spending the night talking, smoking, and just kissing. His kiss by the way- is the perfect kiss. He kisses just like I do, and I know that sounds silly, but it makes it the perfect kiss and I melt every time. We had a few more midnight rendevous and slept together again.

Then, I graduated. Keep in mind we never talked about dating, AT ALL, and I was sort of seeing other people (ok, so I'm a little slutty) but he was always on my mind. And still is. I went home last weekend to celebrate my alma mater's homecoming, and ended up seeing him, and nothing happened. We had opportunity, but it just didn't happen. Needless to say I was a little disappointed. Then I started thinking about all of the times before, and he either just went for it hard or I made a move on him. This time I was waiting for him to and he didn't... and I think he was scared. Not like I'm some intimidating beauty or anything, but WHAT THE FUCK.

I thought about it more and more, and started remembering things. Like the way he was shaking the first time we did it, the way he just stares at me and smiles, how he would hold my hand when we would walk somewhere and I could feel his pulse racing. He is forever nervous around me. Then it dawned on me that I was the SECOND person he had ever been with. His first girlfriend was from high school and they went off to college together and then they broke up at the start of their second year, and I'm pretty sure that it was ALL her, because she soon after was with someone else. So I don't know if he doesn't know what to do around women, or if he likes me too much, or doesn't like me and wanted a rebound, or whatever. I do know that he doesn't talk to anyone else. I don't want to call and ask him about it because I love the flow of things they way they are when we are together and I don't wanna creep him out. I don't even know the next time I'll see him. I don't even know why I'm thinking about him. I've never even thought about my fucking boyfriends this much. It's so not me. What the fuck. I wish I knew what to do. How do you get someone out of your head who is so... phenomenal?