I succumbed to having an internet reading done, and my number is 4, and because I’m not deep in knowledge of numerological stuff, I don’t know what it means exactly, but my chart does some shifting on Tuesday. That would be the 22nd. I do get that.
How the hell do you meet new girls? I met the drunk as I have said, in a bar, and then oddly, I went to a church for the very first time in many years (And this church was brand-new to me.) two weeks after I told her that we would not only be totally broken up but cool contact for a year or more, and I prayed to meet new friends. That is the truth. I went to a BBQ on THAT Sunday and met my ex through an ex-colleague’s (who is hosting a Happy Hour on Monday) colleague. My former colleague’s friend from work is best friends with my ex. (It sure as hell is hard to blog incognito, but I am afraid that I would make clever names for everyone that would hurt anonymity.)
I texted my new couple friends who I adore yesterday. It is her bday this weekend and she said that her girl was treating her like a princess. That is very cool. They met on a highway. That is the truth as well. They were both driving over the Continental Divide–one solo, and one with friends–and the solo one needed CDs. She signaled the one with friends to roll down her window and said, “Do you have any music?” The solo one was married at the time, and the other one was involved with a woman who would not be “out” and say that she was her girlfriend. They took a year of hanging out when they both moved here before they ever dated.
My good friend met her girl at work because she womans a front desk. Their story, which I only heard last Sunday was cute because you could spot my friend as being a lesbian from far, far away, but her girl is very feminine. So, when my friend was not getting it, her now-girl said, “Well, my ex-wife and I used to go there for coffee.” The rest is recent history.
My colleague and her partner who I have been hanging out with as of late met in HI. They were working in different fields, but wound up talking a lot as when you live in that state, you are on, an island. I don’t know which one of the islands, but they have a sweet story as well.
I don’t know how my friend that I have through another friend met her girlfriend, but my friend who was here for her bday and Christmas said that her girl is very sweet. I can’t wait to hear their lovestory. The both seem really mellow.
You can’t really tell by looking at me that I’m gay. I have a feminine presentation, but I’m muscular and assertive and have a very deep voice, so when someone new hangs out with me, they usually know. They don’t know superficially though, because I just present bold and for the most part, women can be outspoken, at least in this area of the country, without drawing too much attention to themselves. I don’t have to come out to anyone though after they have hung out with me three or four times.
My straight colleagues tend toward loving jewelry or talking about men a lot when they are more extroverted and straightforward, and I think that makes it so no one would question their sexuality. I’m pretty friendly with everyone at work, so they know who I am, and I’m sure that they would mention a girl to me if they thought that I’d hit it off with her… So, again, how do you meet women?
I’ll keep putting my bad, single self out there of course. I can do that starting tomorrow at my ex-colleague’s Happy Hour too, as she has a collection of friends who she has always thought that I would hit it off with, and it’s funny to me that when her colleague was interacting with me two years ago that she thought that my ex and I were exactly the same. My colleague told her, “You can have my friend exchange emails with your best friend, but probably nothing is going to happen because my friend is really picky.”
And I am, and I was not attracted to my ex via picture when my ex-colleague sent me one. I thought that she had great arms and was a little bit cute, but definitely did not look like my type and looked way older than she is because she is always in the sun–you can’t do that here, because you get leathery. My ex is not that photogenic as it turns out. However, in one picture that she sent me much later, I thought that she had beautiful eyes. And she does, and has the best ass that I’ve ever seen. She was my first short girl. Then Peter Pan was super short, but that wound up grossing me out. I like a little heft and do really enjoy height, because you get those great legs then. Uh oh. Getting shallow here… Been a month since sex, so that tends to happen as a derivative.
When I met the drunk, I told my buddy who works a front desk, “I’m going out tonight, and if she’s cute, tall, smart and funny, she is going home with me!” And my buddy said, “Good luck with that,” in a super snotty way. She was pissed as all get out when the drunk walked in and met my gaze and gave me a great smile. I like that too. I have been with three women with incredible, light-up-your-whole-face, smiles.
So, I’m ready. I plan on riding my number waves of four, but will do so sensibly and try at least to somewhat stick to my 20 daylight dates. I hope. I don’t delay sex very well.
Good luck on your dating adventures! I am in my own mix of dating shenanigans myself and I understand the difficulty. Interesting what you say about dating a shorter woman. Because I am totally like the “peter Pan” type dyke (not my choosing, genetics jut decided to stiff me on the extra 7 inches I should’ve gotten!). Anyhow, I find my trouble being that most taller women look right through me. Which breaks my heart because I feel banished to the zone of short, forgettable people…. Guess that’s where I have to turn up the charm and let my “charisma” shine through, right? Anyways. Great blog post today.
Thanks for your compliments! Peter Pan is nicer than Little Liar, don’t you think? Yes, but typically, those nearly six-footers like the little ladies–so maybe you just haven’t met the right one. The drunk always used to tell me that I was too tall, and I’m only 5′ 6″. Who knows? I had unbelievable sexual chemistry with my ex who was shorter than I. Too bad we only got along for 3-months 😉