Getting a pair of shoes on your first date…
…ain’t all it cracked up to be.
Remember this guy? I didn’t realize it had been so long until I was looking for the previous post to link to.
So, I wore them once, but the right heel didn’t feel straight and kind of bent under slightly. I still have the boots after all this time because they were nice and I had every intention of taking it to the shoe repair shop to see if they could do anything about it. I tried them on again the other day and took a couple steps around my apartment and CRACK!!!! The heel breaks right off! I don’t know if I should bother trying to get it repaired…
Maybe I’ll just break the other one off and pretend I’m Posh Spice.
£3,300 to walk around on your toes. And I thought I was a fool for loving heels so much.
source: The Daily Mail
Sin City… here I come!
Guess who’s going to Las Vegas tommorrow?
ME!
Four whole days. I not doing any work. I’m not even going to check my email.
But here’s a little story before I go. Last weekend, I was propositioned for friendship. I was standing at a subway station downtown waiting for some friends when this guy comes right up to me and gets all up in my face. Just when I thought I’ve heard it all, he leans in and says,
“Friendship?”
Yeah, I know… wtf?
So I said,”Pardon me?”
“Looking for friendship?”
I say, “No thank you” and look away.
Why was this dude lingering around still, like we actually are friends? I’m trying to decide whether I should just walk away, but what if he’s crazy and gets offended and grabs me? After a few moments, he gives it one more try.
“You not looking for friendship?”
“NO. I’M WAITING FOR SOME FRIENDS.” He finally gets it and walks away just as my friends arrive.
So the running joke for the night was randomly asking each other for “friendship?”
I was rubbed, then beckoned…
I went out this past Saturday to an “All White Affair” meaning that everyone has to come dressed in white. I’m not a fan of white clothes; I don’t mind tops but I hate wearing white bottoms. I had to go because it was my friend’s birthday so I spent most of last week trying to find affordable white clothing that I might actually wear again.
All that trouble and the party was boring. It was marketed to be “mature” and “upscale” so most of the people there were too busy posing and frontin’ rather than trying to have fun. Or maybe they just didn’t want to get their white clothes dirty…
Then there was the guy that told me he was an “international stockbroker” and offered me drinks from the plethora of bottles at his table. I tried to make conversation by saying “maybe we can trade stock tips” to which he replied, “I’m an international stockbroker!!! I sell stocks in the US, Canada…etc etc.” I can’t remember all the countries. He also showed me this HUMONGOUS bottle of Belevedere that I guess they were saving for later because it was under the table. I didn’t even know they sold them that big! He told me he had a place down on the waterfront and offered to take me out on his jetski but…. I didn’t believe him. I declined the drinks but got a bottle of water instead.
Then, the girls and I went outside for a bit. Even though nobody was dancing much, it was still hot as hell inside. My damn heel kept going through the wood floors out on the patio, between the wood pieces. It’s hard to do a cute walk when I’m tiptoeing across the patio 
I guess somebody thought I was cute because I was standing there minding my own business when I felt something slither around my waist. I looked to my left to see this creepy dude attempt to give me come hither eyes while beckoning me to come over with his finger. I was already in a pissy mood since I wasn’t having much fun so I gave him my “have you lost your damn mind” look and turned away to tell my friend. We both turned back and laughed as he slithered away. I know, it’s mean but really… how was he really expecting to me to react? Am I supposed to just run over and be like “Here I am! Thanks for molesting me!”
Next weekend is Canada Day long weekend and I will NOT be going to any clubs.
Blogging guilt
When I first started my blog, I used to post almost everyday. I don’t know if I was bored, idle, or just had a lot on my mind. These days, I still have a lot on my mind but I find that I don’t really have the urge to post as often as before. Sometimes it almost feels like a chore. Maybe I should have never done those long ass CNTM recaps….
I actually feel bad for not posting more often (cause I know y’all are dying to hear about the mundane details of my life) but I’m glad to see people still check in on me despite being MIA. (Shout outs to Miguel, Ms. Complexity and Jerseytjej 
)
My new job is going great but I don’t think I will ever get used to this 9-5 schedule. I always get sleepy around 2-3pm and coffee does not help! My co-worker caught me dozing off at my desk and I woke up to her laughing at me and looking for something to throw at my head.
Plus I’m working on 3 freelance websites right now so I am pretty much on my computer 24/7 so when I take a break, I need to get OFF the computer! (or get some sleep or try to have some resemblance of a social life)
So here’s a little update on the “mens”:
Dude with the alleged girlfriend (I say alleged because she called back and said she lied about being his girlfriend but I’m not so sure I believe her) popped up out of nowhere. They always show up when you’ve forgotten and moved on. I don’t know about other women but for me, if you give me too much time to “cool down” all I do is fester or just forget about it. It’s better just to deal with me in the here and now and accept the consequences. He sent me some email with the subject line as “you don’t have to reply if you don’t want to.” I’m not even really sure what he was trying to say. Perhaps he was highly emotional when he wrote it…. because it just felt like reading one long run on sentence. He said something about always being honest but then said something about his foolishness and learning his lesson. If you didn’t do anything wrong, then what lesson are you learning buddy?
You know how when you like someone, everything seems cool. And then when it’s over, you look back in hindsight and say, what the hell was I thinking? So I didn’t respond. What is there really to say at this point that I haven’t said already. Plus he said I didn’t have to reply if I didn’t want to, right, right, right???
WRONG.
About a month later, I got another email that said, “When did you become so mean?”
ER? Me? Mean? NEVER!!!! ehehehehe…
He said I didn’t have to respond, so I didn’t. And it’s probably better for him that I don’t respond because I definately don’t have many nice things to say after this. So I ignored it again.
Then I get a text message, “What did I do that was so wrong.”
I don’t recognize the number but I’m guessing it’s him.
However, there’s this other guy I’ve been avoiding since MAY. Of 2006. Almost a year ago.
I told this guy THREE times that there’s no chance for a romantic relationship and that we could be friends but I understand if he doesn’t want to be friends. I also told him that he makes me uncomfortable because it feels like he’s trying to pressure me into being his girlfriend. He claimed that he didn’t know I felt that way and he was ok with being friends. But we went out and he was still looking at me with hearts in his eyes and when I asked him what his summer plans were, he said “To spend as much time with you a possible.”
Being honest and open with my feelings is cleary not working. So I decided just to ignore him and cut him off. This dude has called me, left voicemails, text messages and emails. I haven’t responded since MAY. Of 2006. Almost a year ago.
He called me from some other number last week so I couldn’t screen properly. I have this other friend that calls me from all sorts of numbers so I picked up thinking it was him. But alas, it wasn’t.
“OOOOhhhhh….wow!!!! I can’t believe this. How was your trip since that was the last time I talked to you!”
SIGH.
I have no desire to date right now. I’m trying to take some “me” time and let all this baggage and cynicism wash out of me before I start anything new. But these dudes need to leave me the hell alone so I can do that!!!
On a more positive note, I got tickets to see Nas in concert on April 17th. Woo hoo!!!
Have a nice life
Bug A Boo – Destiny’s Child
I guess it’s about time I finished this story with my Throwback Thursdays because I know there is at least one person that wants to hear the end of it. I hope the long delay didn’t build up too much suspense …. I was just too lazy to write part 3 before. For those that haven’t read it or need a refresher, here’s part 1 and 2:
Part 1: Maybe SHE’S just not that into YOU
Part 2: She’s just not that into you
For those who don’t want to read the other 2 posts, this is where I left off:
“So I’m thinking he’s going to leave me alone now, after I cancelled TWO dates with him, told him I was uncomfortable and pulled the old ‘I’ll call you’ bit on him. But some people just don’t get the hint.”
A couple of days later, he calls me to help with my job search and suggests a website to check out. I told him thanks and kinda cut the conversation short because I didn’t fell like talking to him. He calls me back a couple days after that and leaves a message asking me if I checked out the website. I didn’t call him back, but then he ended up calling me AGAIN a couple days later to ask me to hang out with him. I said I had plans that night and he asked me what I was doing the next day. I told him I was busy and that I had to go and cut the conversation short again.
Nearly a week passes and I’m thinking he has finally gotten the hint and has given up. Until I felt my phone vibrating. I was shopping with a friend and didn’t feel like digging in my purse to get my phone so I figured I’d call whoever it was back, until I saw the missed call was from him with yet another message asking me to call him back.
*Sigh*
Let me reiterate: I cancelled 2 dates with him, told him I was uncomfortable with his behaviour. I brushed him off on two phone conversations and then didn’t return any of his messages. And guess what? He called me yet AGAIN. So I got tired of letting the phone ring since it clearly wasn’t working so I answered his call. I told him again that his offer to loan me money had made me uncomfortable and offended me and that’s why I cancelled our dates. I wanted some time to myself but his incessant calling and leaving messages was making me feel smothered.
So I just flat out told him, “I don’t think this is going to go anywhere.”
Mr. Moneybags: “Who said I wanted it to go anywhere? I just wanted to be friends.”
Uh huh. That’s why you bought me a pair of shoes on our first date, kept talking about relationships all night like I was on some wifey interview all the while trying to put your arm around me. Oh yeah, and called me for two weeks straight even though I never called you back once or rushed you off the phone when I did answer it. Yeah, just friends. If I was him, I wouldn’t want to talk to me!
Me: “I don’t think we can even be friends. We don’t have much to talk about.”
Mr. Moneybags: “Fine then. HAVE A NICE LIFE.” *click*
During our date, he told me this story about how some girl took him to the mall, picked up a bunch of clothes and said to him at the cash register, “Aren’t you going to pay for it?” He then claimed that he told her he was going to get some money from the ATM and then proceeded to leave the mall without telling her. Hmmmpf. He should have been happy that I turned down his offer.
I can just see him now, complaining to his next wife interviewee about some girl that he bought shoes for and offered rent money too and how ungrateful she was. ** rolling eyes*** Oh and by the way, the shoes hurt my feet and the heel was wobbly. I should have just told him to give me the money.
RiceCrispy’s dating advice:
1) If you don’t want to meet gold diggers, stop making it seem like all you got to offer is your money.
2) Call once and leave a message. If they don’t call you back, I’d say most times it’s best to leave it alone. However, I have accidently erased messages before so, if you really like the person and think it’s worth one more try, then go for it. But if you don’t get a call back after two messages…. well… SHE’S JUST NOT THAT INTO YOU.
3) Persistence is not cute, it suggests stalker tendencies.
And please please please, don’t end up like this guy or else you’ll never get a date again!
How Not to Act on J-Date – worst date ever, complete with audio
(image source: Queer Republic Tees)
One more for thursdays! Or what’s left of it.
Real Love – Mary J. Blige
Why are people so crazy?
So a short update, because I’m just tired of the whole thing but in reference to the “his girlfriend called me” post, the heffer called back and told me she lied about everything and that he’s not a bad guy and we can continue what we started (because I guess I need her permission). WTF? I was like, why would you lie and she brushed me off, said bye and hung up. I talked to dude and basically just said that I can’t believe anybody at this point. Tis a shame.
Anyway, this got me thinking… how am I supposed to have a healthy relationship when there are crazies running rampant. They should be branded so we can spot them from far away. I mean really, I never understood women who go through dudes phones and call random people. If you got a problem with him, then go to him, not me. This has basically been my motto….
but these silly women aren’t really helping the issue. I was going to write some long psychoanalysis on this issue but why bother? The people that need to read it probably won’t, so instead let’s just watch this youtube clip and shake our heads at the stupidity.
White couple, mixed baby…. is a paternity test necessary?
and then… his girlfriend called me
So a little update on the guy I’ve been talking to for the last month or so. I had a short stint on a dating website a little while back and ended up talking to a few guys but there was only one that caught my interest. We talked online for a bit and traded some emails and he seemed (keyword: seemed) nice enough so I eventually gave him my number. We continued communications for another couple of weeks and everything was cool. We’d talk for hours about everything under the sun. It was like a high school crush all over again! Everything was sweet and I actually started to let my wall down.
Hmmmpf.
I decided that I was ready to meet in person so I agreed to go out for dinner with him. My friend called me to invite me to a party that night and I told her I had a date but she told me to bring him to the party. So I mentioned it to him and after dinner we headed over. I had a good time and was happy that I had finally had a good date! And I was actually looking forward to more. We started talking on the phone pretty much everyday and we’ve gone out a few more times since then. Things were going well… we were taking things slow and taking the time to get to know eachother… or so I thought…
The last time I saw him was last night and I don’t plan on ever seeing him again. I got a phone call today from a private number. Usually I don’t pick up private numbers but for whatever reason, I picked it up. After I said hello, an unidentified woman responded. She sounded a little hesitant, unsure. I thought maybe it was a wrong number. She asked me who I was. I asked her who she was… she called my phone right? Then she asked the question:
Do you know K- – - – ? (I’ll refer to him as Pure Evil from now on)
When an unidentified female calls you from a private number and asks you who you are and if you know such and such? It can only mean one thing… girlfriend, wife or baby mama.
She said she was Pure Evil’s girlfriend and that he was in jail.
WHAAAAATTTTT????????!!!!!!!! Double whammy! I talked to him last night while he was driving home (or early this morning…it was around 4am) and he said the police were pulling him over and we got off the phone. Silly me, I thought maybe he was just caught speeding or running a stop sign or something like that.
Hmmmpf.
I asked her why he was in jail but she wanted to know who I was and what I was to him first. I told her we were friends, I’d only known him for a little over a month. She wanted to know where we met and when I mentioned online, she knew the site. She said he had been acting strangely the last little while and found out about the site and made him close the account. Too late. Who knows how many others he has to satisfy his philandering ways. She wanted to know details, what days we’ve gone out, where we go, have we had sex.
Lucky for me I wanted to proceed cautiously and slowly so he didn’t get any of MY cookies. A few stolen kisses….I can live with that. She called me just in time though because I had invited Pure Evil to come to my house this weekend to watch some movies!
I told her that I no idea that he had a girlfriend (she said they’d been living together for a year) or that he has any kids. (According to her, he has more than one baby mamas and a bunch of rug rats, I’m not sure if she was one of the mamas but I think I was still in shock so I must have blocked some of it out). She finally told me that he was in jail because he was “not supposed to be out at night.”
So on top of that, Pure Evil was on some sort of house arrest or probation? Lord have mercy. On top of being a lying bastard, he put me in an bad situation. Suppose I was with him when the cops pulled him over? All of our outings had been in the evenings til the wee hours of the morning. I promptly threw the flowers he had given me in the garbage.
I’ve been very cynical when it comes to dating and we had talked about that. But I tried to be open and honest about everything. I guess it was too much to expect the same in return. I remember joking around with him about it; I told him he was very sweet and he has to be pure evil if he is lying about everything. Well… if the shoe fits …
He’s lucky I’ve decided not to put a picture of his cheating face up on this page. I guess I could always put his pic on DontDateHimGirl.com
I had given him my blog address but I don’t think they get internet access in jail. Ha! But if you do happen to read this, you know who you are.
What a disappointment this turned out to be. I guess sometimes it’s hard for me to accept that human nature is not always good. I get stuck on the “why.” Why would somebody do this? What satisfaction can you get from deceiving people?
Usually, I think I’m pretty good at spotting shady behaviour but I guess this one just mastered his craft. Ah well..
You must not know ’bout me.
Beyonce – Irreplaceable
She’s just not that into you: Part 2
So in continuation of my previous post, my latest “get the hint already” story:
I met this guy a couple months ago during my “I should be nice to people” stage and against my better judgement, gave him my number. Physically, he wasn’t what I usually like but he seemed nice enough so I figured I’d give it a chance. We spoke on the phone a couple times and I agreed to go out on a dinner date.
He picks me up, then stops off at a gas station to fill up and when he gets back into the car, he hands me a pack of gum. I didn’t ask for anything but he explained to me that he likes to do nice things for people. Okay, sure, I take the gum. He then tells me he’s got to stop by his friend’s place to pick up a pair of shoes. I’m thinking, ya gotta do that tonight?? He tells me his friend had a business that went under so he had shoes/merchandise left over, so he was taking me there to help his friend sell some of the stuff.
We get there and they start going through his stash looking for my size, and giving me boxes, “Try this on! Try that on!” I found one pair that I liked but nobody was telling me how much they cost. Then Mr. Moneybags hands his friend $100 and I’m thinking uhh….. is he paying for them? because I didn’t agree to pay $100 for them. I asked him about it because I was feeling wierd about getting shoes from him in the first 30 minutes of our first date. He said we could make a swap. I had mentioned earlier that I got a new monitor for my computer and he said he take the old one off my hands in exchange for the shoes. I figured that was a fair trade so I shrugged it off.
We finally get to the restaurant and he’s droning on and on, all he did was talk about relationships and how people should treat people the way the want to be treated and how he likes to help people and blah blah blah. The whole time I sitting there (overanalyzing as usual) about what exactly about the date was going wrong. He picked me up, got me a pair of shoes, took me to a nice restaurant and was being polite. Doesn’t sound like a bad date right?
Well, for one, the relationship talk was a bit much for me for a first date. I had to let him know. I said something to the effect that the relationship talk was a bit too heavy for me and I was starting to feel like I was on an interview. He tried to pull back but something still didn’t feel right. The only way I could describe the date was “nice” which really doesn’t mean much other than that it wasn’t horrible. Anyway, I figured I’ll probably give it one more date.
We talked during the week, he was trying to be helpful with my job search (although he directed me towards a data entry job even though I said I was looking for something in web design). Then we spoke again and I told him my bank was giving me problems and holding a check I had deposited and no one in the bank seemed to know where the check was. I was upset because it was a large check and the bank had debited it out of my account without even notifying me!!! Rent and bills were due in a couple of weeks and I wanted to get my funds in order.
Mr. Moneybags then asked me how much I needed and then said to me, “Who do you bank with, I’ll go deposit money into your account for you.” Um… is it just me, or was that a bit too much from someone I only went out with once?? So I told him it wasn’t necessary, I had contacted someone at the branch to look into it for me. But he kept going on about how he had been in that situation before and he just wants to help and I kept telling him it was okay. He kept pushing it so I finally said, “If you want to help, you can take me out to dinner so I don’t have to buy groceries…ha ha.” So then he says, “Okay great, we’ll go for dinner…. then afterwards I’ll take you to the store and get you some groceries…” I told him just dinner was fine.
Saturday rolled around and the overanalyzing paid off in this case. I finally figured out what was wrong with the previous date and it wasn’t just the over-relationship talk…. we hardly laughed during the dinner, if at all. There was no light-hearted banter, no joking around, no connection; dinner was BORING. And now, it felt like he was trying to buy my affection, which is ironic because he had complained about gold diggers on our previous date. Helloooo buddy, if you don’t want a gold digger, then stop throwing your money around. Don’t get me wrong, I like it when a man pays for dinner but offering me rent money after one date??? Hmmm….
I really didn’t feel like going out with him again, so I called him and cancelled our dinner date. I told him I was feeling uncomfortable with him offering me money because I didn’t know him that well. Then he said it was supposed to be a loan anyway and he had expected me to pay him back. I told him I assumed he meant a loan but it still made me uncomfortable because we hardly knew eachother; what if I ran off with the money?
THEN the guy said, “Oh… I was going to make you sign something, in case you didn’t pay me back, I could take it to small claims court…” I was like WHAT? So I said, “Maybe you shouldn’t loan money to people you may have to take to small claims court” to which he replied, “But I don’t know you.” Which was basically my point, smarty pants.
After I cancelled our Saturday plans, he says “What about Sunday?” (We had made some tentative plans for Sunday earlier in the week) He had suggested he come over and watch movies but I told him that I wasn’t ready to have him up in my place, laying around watching movies, to which he replied, “Nah…when I said movies, I meant, like a matinee, say around 2 o’clock” or some bullshit like that but really, he had mentioned before that he wanted to bring some DVDs over so I dunno where all this matinee talk came from. So I was all nah nah… I’ll call you…
So I’m thinking he’s going to leave me alone now, after I cancelled TWO dates with him, told him I was uncomfortable and pulled the old “I’ll call you” bit on him. But some people just don’t get the hint. Stay tuned for Part 3.
Maybe SHE’S just not that into YOU
I’m sure most have heard of the book He’s Just Not That Into You, written by Greg Behrent, also former Sex and the City writer.
Anyway, I haven’t read the book but I did catch him on Oprah awhile back and some of the things that he was saying really did make sense. I don’t know about other women, but I have a tendency to over-analyze at times and I think that sometimes, it really is just as simple as “He’s just not that into you.” But as I continued to watch the show, and women were asking him relationship questions, he answer for everything was “He’s just not that into you, you’re a fox and you deserve better,” or something to that effect. It started to sound like a mantra after awhile or some dating incantation.
And then it started to irritate me because it seemed like they were portraying women as the only ones who were incapable of taking the hint (or having any common sense) and they needed Greg to point out the extremely obvious point. Here’s a quote from the Oprah show:
“Lauren explains to Greg that she went on the greatest date of her life, but this great date was eight months ago. “Since then I’ve only heard from him via e-mail and text messages,” she explains. “Why would he take the time to text and not just call? The thing is when he does e-mail me or text message me, he always compliments me…Why does he say these wonderful things to me if he just wants to be my friend? Is he into me or not?”
Yes, EIGHT months ago and she needs to ask a stranger if he’s into her or not??
And then you have the playa playa come on the show to tell us about his “secret male dating practices.”
Rashaun reveals his secret male dating practices, saying guys actually put a lot of thought into planning their weekends.
“I mean, we want to spend our time preferably with our ‘Tier 1′ group of women,” he says. “So I’m going to call ‘Tier 1′ women on a Monday or Tuesday to try to setup plans. ‘Tier 2′ will get called on Thursday. ‘Tier 3′ will get called Friday, before I’m going to the club, as I’m getting dressed, just to see what they’re doing. And ‘Tier 4′ women will get called as I’m leaving the club, already had drinks, ready to go home. You know, a ‘Tier 4′ woman is a booty call.”
Rashaun even has categories set up on his cell phone! The “dream team” consists of the women that he wants to be with. “Whenever they call, I’m taking their call,” he says. After the dream team, he has the “associates” category. “And if you call from the “unfiled” category, I might not answer, and the reason is because I’m probably just not that into you.”
This fool claims he has FOUR TIERS of women. Pu-leeeze. OK, if you are only getting calls at 3am, you’re probably just a booty call but I’ve called people that I really want to see last minute and that doesn’t make them a “Tier 3″ person. I hated how they made it seem like only women sit around waiting for the phone to ring, accepting whatever crumbs we get and not knowing when its over.
Anyways, the point of this little rant was supposed to be a precursor to my latest “I’m not into you/take the hint already!” story but it turned out to be a bit longer than I expected. So tune in for part 2!
In the meantime….
Here’s the link to the Oprah episode with Greg Behrent
Another interesting article in response to the book: The f-word
Only for the lonely? or something new?
So after some thought and consideration I decided to take the plunge and try out online dating. After meeting two guys recently in “real life” that didn’t turn out to be any more special than the ones I’ve known before (I shall elaborate in a later post) I decided what the heck! What’s the worst that could happen? I’ve met plenty of crazies offline, why not take a stab at the dating pool online?
I have to admit, I still felt a little wierd about it so I didn’t put a picture on my profile. I actually didn’t put much information on my profile at all because I didn’t really want anyone to contact me. I just wanted to be able to contact other people. The first guy I sent a message to never bothered to reply. I was offended! and was already ready to quit! But I decided to try again after I realized that this guy seemed to have a thing for “girls gone wild” types. The site allows you to see what member pictures they have rated and let’s just say, the girls that he was looking at…..well, I don’t think we would have had much in common anyway.
So I sent messages to two other guys that seemed “normal” and awaited a response. I received replies from both of them but have only chatted with one so far over the last week or so. I was pleasantly surprised that we were able to have a decent conversation despite the unconventional meeting grounds. We’ve chatted several times since then I have to say, he seems pretty interesting and we haven’t even talked on the phone yet! I actually feel a bit giddy when I get a new email. Anyway, I’m not sure where it’s going to go but right now, I’m just going with the flow.
So my issue here…is this an act of desperation? or a wave of the future? I guess I still feel like it’s only for the slightly desperate considering I didn’t really tell too many people about it (but I guess whoever reads my blog knows now!) It’s funny, the different reactions between the men and the women in regards to online dating. My female friends were skeptical, I got lots of warnings to be careful, some disapproving looks. I heard a lot of “I wouldn’t do it but…” My male friends were totally different. One cheerfully asked, “So when are you going to meet him??” and the other told me of a family member that met his wife on a dating site and are now on their second child.
Half of me thinks it’s great. What other social setting could you be in where you have access to a smorgasboard of men and I get to look at them all without them bothering me and I choose who I want to talk to. The other half of me feels silly, like has it really come to this?? Has too many episodes of Dateline’s To Catch a Predator series left a bad taste on the idea of meeting someone online?
Last weekend
Sometimes persistence can be a good thing and other times it’s just annoying. At the restaurant I went to last Sunday, I noticed the waiter seemed to be giving me a little extra special attention but I didn’t really pay it no mind. When we went to pay the bill, the waiter is trying to strike up some conversation with me. First he asks me where I live, then asks me what I do for a living. I said I was trying to find a job in web design. I guess he saw that as a legitimate opportunity to get my number. He suggested I give him my number and he can get a job for me at the Bay (department store) and I look at him like uh…didn’t I just say web design? I told him it was okay, I wanted to stick to the web design field but he kept pressuring me to give him my number under the guise of helping me find a job. He asked me why I didn’t want to try something new after I kept turning down his job offers and his requests to get my number. He finally just gave me the restaurant’s business card with him name on it.
I’m really not into older men. I’m 27 so 30s is my cap. If you got a big old bald spot on the back of your head or look like you should have high school aged children, then please, spare me. And I look like I’m 19-21 years old, so these old men really don’t need to be trying to talk to me. Plus I don’t really like when men I don’t know ask me right off the bat where I live. I don’t know if you a crazy stalker! I guess sometimes I can be a bit paranoid but I’d rather err on the side of caution.
The restaurant was nice but I’ll have to make sure that I bring a date with me the next time I go back!
So we head over to the club and as we are walking there, some guys were trying to get our attention. It was funny, the girls and I were joking around about how Toronto girls are known to be mean and difficult to talk to. I guess we were all trying to be a little nicer and actually stopped for a change. The guys turned out to be pretty nice and even got us into the club for free! Luckily we didn’t pay any cover charge because the party got shut down just before 2am. Some alleged problem with the club being over capacity, even though it really wasn’t even that crowded inside. We decided to leave after we saw a cop unessesarily shove a club patron in the face and onto the street. We later found out that the party had resumed after we left 
OH well.
Overall, we had a fun night. I guess it pays to be nice to people sometimes!
Jump up and wine!
This weekend is the annual Caribana festival…a chance to party all weekend long and an excuse to buy new clothes. Since it attracts about a million people every year, there’s always a story to tell.
My first Caribana was about 4 years ago, when I first moved to Toronto. Avoid going to Yonge St. unless you are looking to hang out with tourists in their rented cars or being “chopped,” as Torontonians like to say, by greasy men. I did the Yonge St. thing the first year but I don’t like the idea that I may have ended up on some dude’s vacation movies, filming my ass or something. So I’ve decided to skip hanging out on the street and opting to go to a party instead.
For the ladies, it’s tempting to wear little itty bitty outfits given the weather and all the mens that that come to Toronto during this time but it might not be the best idea to wear a skirt. My friend told me about an experience she had when she was about 15 years old. She said this guy tried to reach up her skirt to snatch her cookie. I guess it never occured to him that that might not be a good idea and ended up grabbing a handful of PAD. ahahhaha…serves him right for trying to feel up a teenager!!!!
Last year, the girls and I decided to stay in a hotel downtown for the weekend so we would be closer to the action and avoid the rediculous parking prices. Our neighbors at the hotel were a group of Detroits dudes who quite frankly informed us that they came to get a taste of Toronto girls. I guess by the end of the weekend they were salty because they didn’t complete their mission. They spent most of their time drinking and smoking in their hotel room with eachother. I ‘m not sure how they planned to meet girls that way.
On the last day they tried to get us to comply and one guy said to me, “what are you here for then?” to which I replied, “uh…the parties??” He became quite indignant and said “Don’t you want some DETROIT DICK?” I tell ya, it was a hard offer to turn down. The little short ugly one had the nerve to tell my friend that she wasn’t cute enough to be acting like she didn’t want any. RIGHT.
After we made it clear that they weren’t going to get any nookie from us, they went on their way. They must have been really backed up because they decided to let out some frustration by smearing ketchup on our door (from a roomservice tray we had left outside for the maids) and well as dashing salt all over the hallway. Grown ass men. HHmmmpf.
But aside from that nonsense, Caribana is a good time. My friend is going to play mas this year so I’m going to head out to the parade to see her and go to a couple of parties. Who knows…maybe next year I’ll be “jumping and wining” in the parade too!!
