I Put Out The Fire

As I'm sure some of you noticed, mention of FF and GQ came to a startling halt a few weeks ago. In summary, here's why:

After picking up on FF's Delete Radar capabilities it wasn't hard to figure out his ulterior motives. His charming but infrequent texts were sent merely as a reminder - "Hey Michelle, I still have your number saved in my phone and I will continue to text you as long as you respond." Yeah thanks, but no thanks. I relayed via text message a few weeks ago that I think we're just in two different places right now. He wanted a carefree, unattached "relationship". I wasn't looking for anything serious either, but wanted something a tad more ... meaningful. In other words, it was fun while it lasted. Message sent loud and clear. Or so I thought.

A week later another "Hey what are you up to?" text is received. Hopefully the lack of response on my end will clear things up this time around. I have a feeling he was testing me to see if I really meant what I said. Yes, yes I did. You, my friend, have been deleted!

Breaking things off with GQ wasn't quite as easy. He is a very nice guy that was very into me, but the feelings weren't mutual. There was no chemistry. No spark. And hell, I need spark! After a semi-disastrous date a few weeks ago, I had come to the conclusion that I wouldn't be seeing him again. I figured I would verbalize it the next time he called. Well, who knew it would take him two weeks?! I think he saw it coming and the random "Just saying hey" or "How was your weekend?" texts gave it away. But I just couldn't bring myself to tell him what I had to say via text. Why is that suddenly acceptable with our generation? I mean on Sex & the City, Carrie was broken up with on a post-it note. Isn't texting just as bad?! In the words of Stephanie Tanner, "How rude!"

Eventually the phone call did come. As awkward as it was, I feel so much better. A clean, honest break. Just what I was hoping for. It seems I'm getting pretty good at telling guys, I'm just not that into you.

In regards to my hott Saturday night date, I will reveal this much:

Chemistry. My god, the chemistry.

I Made It Back In One Piece

Hey guys! It's three in the morning right now and I JUST got home. Still a little hyper from the flight, I may have a hard time falling asleep tonight (and I have to be up in 4 hours for work!). Just a few highlights:

-I had a WONDERFUL time
-Flying is actually pretty THRILLING
-FF must have missed me, had 2 texts and a voicemail when I landed ;)
-Met a cute boy on the plane. He wants to be Facebook friends.
-Will be catching up on all your blogs this week, missed you guys!

More detailed vacation posts to come - with pictures of course! Happy Monday!!

The Post That Has Been Avoided For Far Too Long

I know a few of you have caught on to my [maybe not so] subtle hints and it's only fair to dish (a little).

Since the breakup I have managed to bring my confidence level back up to where it should be. Probably higher than it's ever been. I'm not trying to be cocky in saying that, it's just that my entire life I have never had high self esteem. No one I have dated has made me feel confident about myself. In fact, most of the time I felt insecure. Afraid they were going to leave me. When I was thrown back out into the dating world I was pretty damn nervous. Let's just say it didn't take long for my self esteem to be restored.

At first there was FF. A fling. And a fun one at that. But he just doesn't get it. A girl needs to feel wanted. Pursued. Randomly texting about sports teams, the 10 point buck you shot over the weekend, or what movie you're currently watching is not going to win her affection. She may answer the phone on her lunch hour when you call (because yes it was that much fun), BUT that does not mean the next time you text she will respond. Maybe try calling again. Maybe she'll answer. As stated in yesterday's post, there will be no stringing along.

Then there was the guy I just wasn't into. Now he did everything I've ever wanted a guy to do. Walking me out to my car, kissing me, asking when he could see me again. Following up the next day with a text restating what a good time he had. Calling. Just to talk. But there was no spark for me. No butterflies. Dammit I wish there would have been. He was a cute one.

And if you haven't guessed already, there is someone new. Another C in fact (Actually now that I think of it, all the guys I've dated have been C's. How weird is that?). We went out again last night. And guys there are butterflies! I want to keep this private for the time being, but here a few key points:

-he's gorgeous
-he laughs at my jokes
-he doesn't mind that I hate beer
-we talked for four hours on our first date and he still wanted a second one
-he's a gentleman
-he let me pick the movie
-he complimented my outfit
-he listens to me, and then brings up things I've said in later conversations
-did i mention he's gorgeous?

I'm optimistic, but guarded. I'm not going to rush into anything, but I sure have been in a good mood as of late. I'm hoping for fireworks. Stay tuned.

Excuses, Excuses

Reasons why I couldn't respond to another text from the FF last night:

I was...

• washing my hair
  
• getting a brazilian
  
• plucking my eyebrows
  
• taking a bubble bath
  
• talking to a guy who actually called me
  
• watching a Project Runway marathon
  
• gchatting
  
• filing my nails
  
• shaving
  
• vacuuming
  
• dusting every piece of furniture I own and all the crevices in between

Basically, I'll get back to you when I feel like it. Finally, the ball's in my court. Victory is sweet.

(So you guys don't think I'm a bitch - this guy has been pulling my strings for weeks. Calling when he feels like it. Usually texting. With nothing much to say. I don't know what you would do, but this girl refuses to be strung along. If you want to see me - call me. It's as simple as that.)

EDIT: So either he knows about my blog or he's psychic. Guess who called me on my lunch hour?! I don't understand men. At. all.

What mundane excuses have you used before?

The Delete Radar

After a Gchat discussion with my IBFF last night, she informed me of a technical dating term I wasn't aware of. Yes folks, the "Delete Radar". Ever heard of it? Well let me explain.

You see, you randomly meet a guy. Have a little fun. Exchange numbers. Some time goes by, no call. Since there really wasn't anything substantial behind this "relationship" you're kind of over it. Maybe you've even forgotten about him a little. Then a random phone call or text happens. You chat a little. Catch up. Start thinking "OK, maybe he was really busy. He seems like a nice guy after all." More time goes by. You're back to being over it. He may have even been demoted to oh I don't know "FF" in your phone list. Not even deserving of a name. As your finger is sternly placed over the delete button, ready to erase the contact number forever suddenly you have a message from him again. Nothing meaningful or poignant. It may even have been about a certain football team making it to the national championships. A certain football team that you couldn't give two shits about.

Why? I mean clearly you're getting the classic he's just not that into you signals. Well, he can sense it. He knows you're close to deleting him forever and he's not quite ready for you to do that. He wants to leave you hanging. So, kindly respond with a witty remark. Go back and forth for awhile if you so choose. But really, he's not worth it. Conversation ends and the delete button is pressed. Next time you won't even recognize the number.

To my single lady friends: don't let his delete radar fool you. He's still just not that into you.
EDIT:: To be fair to my homeboys, yes girls do this too. I may just be a little bias ;)