Prospect is going…..

Well, the man from the last post…it seems that he was very responsive to what I wrote him. In fact he said he said that he enjoys going home every day from work because he knows that there will be a message from me.

So now I guess I’m going to have to give him a name. I guess at this point it will be Mr. Compton. No, he’s not from Compton but there is a joke about where he is from and it involves Spokompton….that’s all I’ll say at this moment.

But the serious message I left; he did respond very well to it. And he met up with me and a few of my friends at Goaty’s this evening. And it went swimmingly. Albeit he didn’t have a lot to say because we were talking about the stuff that we always talk about, but he was laughing and was having a good time. (I did sit with him solely and talk with him a bit to make sure that he was comfortable with my friends and having a good time. And we shared a fabulous sandwich!) Seemed like we were both having a good time!

But I have to add a step in the evening.

Before Mr. Compton got there one of his friends showed up wasted and started talking about me and Mr. Compton’s personal doings….I’m sure I don’t have to say exactly what I’m talking about.

And it really hurt my feelings that he would kiss and tell. I haven’t even told my best friend what has happened between the two of us. And here I am getting railed about it right in public, and not quietly at that. It really hurt my feelings.

So at our last meeting of the evening I told him how I felt about the situation. And he was embarassed and a little mad that his friend would confront me like that. He said, and I quote, “You know, it was like locker room talk.”

Whatever. He didn’t think that it would be publicly regurgitated for people to wonder about. And really I’m sure that nobody took what this man had to say as truth because everybody knew he was wasted. But it hurt me.

But he did handle it very well and said that he would have a talk with his friend about talking about shit and I stressed to him that what is between us is between us. He agreed. But he also did say that it was obvious that something had happened. His friends could tell. So he couldn’t NOT tell SOMETHING…..

But I think I’ve gotten it through to him that whatever happens between the two of us is going to be between the two of us and that I’m not to be fucked with. This is serious. I’m not going to play it like I have my past relationships. If he wants me, he’s going to have to show it. And I’ll show it back. He knows I’m into him so it’s up to him.

So tonight when I got home I sent him a message (since he said that he looks forward to messages from me, I can totally indulge him on that). This is what I sent:

Hey! Thanks for hanging out with me and my friends tonight. That means a lot…I don’t bring boys around them EVER and they seemed to like you! And thanks for understanding my weird message that I wrote last night…you’ll get to know that I am who I am and it would take mountains to move me. But a little understanding and patience goes a long way with me. Also, thank you for being so gracious with my feelings about the ‘talk’ going on about us. You handled it very well and I respect you so much more for what you said. I’m just really not a talker when it comes to certain things…I’m sure you understand?

You are a good man. I can see that. This could be the start of something really good. I hope you had a good day at work (I’m assuming you’ll read this when you get home on Friday) and I hope to hear from you soon!

xoxo

A

I do like this guy and I’m trying to weed out the possible problems that might arise. Is that bad of me? Or just plain smart?

Being honest with a potential…

I met this man, in small talk, a number of weeks ago; I recently met him in a more personal way. As much as his friends said he was shy, he came up and started a conversation at a party. (I was about to go talk to him but he beat me to it.) And we were inseperable from that time on.

Well, I’m interested and he is too. And he told me he wants to take me to sushi in Jackson. I’m totally down to hang out with him but I got an email from him saying that he wants me to make the reservation and that I have to drive.

And in my lengthy way…I sent him a Myspace message back…and this is what it said…

Honey…if you want to take me out…YOU’VE got to take me out! I would love to go on a date with you. But do you (maybe) remember me saying the other night that I hate the fact that guys rely on women too much in this valley to make plans?

I feel a sweet connection with you, for sure. I think (hope) that you do as well. I’m just over the guy who has no initiative.

Babe, if you really are interested, you’ve got to take that initiative and do it!  You make the plans and tell me what we are doing. It’s so much more of a turn on for me. Surprise me!

And sorry I missed your call this evening, work sucks. But we all have to do it and I do a lot of it. But I’m absolutely excited to get to hang with you again as soon as that time arises!

Call me tomorrow (Thursday) during the day if you can (if you get this message beforehand). Otherwise, call me after you get off work. And we will figure things out from there.

I have to say that I’m extremely long winded when it comes to the written word. But it takes a little bit to get me to really talk. Hence the novel that I just wrote to you.

Bottom line: I soooo want you to take me out and sweep me off my feet. I think you can do it. Just please be different than all the others…and you were different the other night. I liked that! I just hope that you can continue. Please continue.

So…those of you who actually read…what do you make of what I wrote to him and how do you think he’ll respond???

Props to me…

I know that sounds lame but I have to give props to myself tonight.

Miss H’s ex was in my watering hole tonight after work. And he was getting obviously inebreated. And proceeded to get to the point that he was sleeping at the bar.

I nearly texted Miss H. about the situation but I think it better that she doesn’t know about it or that she hears it from me, but I was worried that the bartendress  was not going to be able to get him out of the bar.

So at one point he fell out of his seat and was sleeping on the bar floor. And with the help of a burly friend, we sat him back in his chair and said burly said that he would get him home.

So when it was time to go home Burly said that he was just going to try and get him over his shoulder to get him out of the place and get him home. But I woke the fucker up just long enough to get him up and out the door.

Now what kind of cold hearted bitch, despite the shit that’s gone on between the two of us, would let the poor man just end up without being taken care of in his drunken state?

And I’m sure he thinks I’m a bitch and I ruined his relationship with Miss H in the long run but when push came to shove I stood up and was the better bitch and helped him.

I’m sure he won’t remember or if he does he won’t know it was me. But I feel like I took the higher road and helped a man who was in need of help despite our past.

So on that note….props to me. Right?

Picking my fights?

So I ended up writing a little something before I got a chance to come home tonight but this needs a little back story. One of my best friends came into the restaurant and I was talking to him about how I was upset with a local businessperson because she was rude to me. So I told him that I would not be participating in her last night as bartender at a local spot.

He said, ‘Alta, you’ve got to pick your fights.’

And on top of it, he was sitting having dinner at the bar where I work and he overheard a man ask about a part of our menu. This man was making me feel like I didn’t know my stuff about a certain part of the menu. I told him that, yes, I know how it’s made because I’ve made it.

And my friend said that I need to pick my battles after this…and said that I was defensive to this person. I don’t feel that I was defensive, just assertive in that the facts I was giving him, which showed him that I know the menu that I serve.

So this is what I wrote later about my good friend’s assertion:

Pick my fights? What’s wrong with speaking my mind? Maybe (Farmer) has some wisdom but he doesn’t know how to deliver it. It makes me mad, which usually puts me on the verge of tears. When I’m passionate about something – be it my personal views or how I deal with situations – (Farmer) has no right to criticize me at every moment that he feels I’m in the wrong. His constructive criticism makes me sad and perhaps if he put it a different way it wouldn’t make me feel so bad. That, and he’s my only friend who makes me cry about his opinions on how I should act and how I express my thoughts hurts my feelings. He knows that he hurt my feelings. I wish he knew how bad it makes me feel to know that one of my best friends thinks of me as he portrays me.

Moto Envy

I want a motorcycle.

And I don’t know much about them and about what kind of bike that I want….sport like Miss. D’s? Or a road one? I just know that I want one and I need to find one that’s small enough for me, fast enough and at the same time within my budget. My best friend has a Ducati and I love the way she looks on it. And the way she’s grown into it.

But what’s the ride for me? And for a first bike? I’m in the mode of research. I had some guy tell me that I should get a bike that I can put both feet down. DUH! He’s riding a dirt bike that he has to basically lay down in order to stop. So DUH!!!!!!! Guess he learned from his mistake.

I shall find a way to finance a motorcycle or to purchase a motorcycle by next summer. That is my goal.