Wednesday, April 04, 2007
The Mexican or That Time I Made Out in a Bathroom Stall
So a few weeks ago I found myself at a wine tasting... which surprisingly enough led to mojitos and ultimately to shots. Shots that tasted like chocolate cake. (take this as a warning kids, wine=gateway drug)
But I digress. Earlier in the night I ran into a guy I had met once before. Intelligence reports came back that he was single and I could see for myself that he was cute. While sober, I decided that I would put the moves on him. Unfortunately, I quaffed an entire bottle of wine before I could put my plan into action.
Nevertheless, I was undeterred. It came up that he and his boss were headed to a new bar conveniently located 3 blocks from my apartment to watch the Pitt game; I invited myself along.
Let's just say at this point, I worked my magic, and when he got up to go to the bathroom I went along to make sure he didn't fall in. A little kissing and squeezing later and he snuck out...him with a bloody lip and me with a killer case of blue balls. But despite using the vast array of wiles in my possession, the Mexican refused to come up to my place.
As it turns out, my intel was wrong and what I've gathered since is that he has a serious girlfriend. Somehow, that hasn't stopped us from grabbing lunch and ice cream after work. Tomorrow we're headed to happy hour at the same place we "met." Any one else think there could possibly be a happy ending to this story?
Yeah...me neither.
So a few weeks ago I found myself at a wine tasting... which surprisingly enough led to mojitos and ultimately to shots. Shots that tasted like chocolate cake. (take this as a warning kids, wine=gateway drug)
But I digress. Earlier in the night I ran into a guy I had met once before. Intelligence reports came back that he was single and I could see for myself that he was cute. While sober, I decided that I would put the moves on him. Unfortunately, I quaffed an entire bottle of wine before I could put my plan into action.
Nevertheless, I was undeterred. It came up that he and his boss were headed to a new bar conveniently located 3 blocks from my apartment to watch the Pitt game; I invited myself along.
Let's just say at this point, I worked my magic, and when he got up to go to the bathroom I went along to make sure he didn't fall in. A little kissing and squeezing later and he snuck out...him with a bloody lip and me with a killer case of blue balls. But despite using the vast array of wiles in my possession, the Mexican refused to come up to my place.
As it turns out, my intel was wrong and what I've gathered since is that he has a serious girlfriend. Somehow, that hasn't stopped us from grabbing lunch and ice cream after work. Tomorrow we're headed to happy hour at the same place we "met." Any one else think there could possibly be a happy ending to this story?
Yeah...me neither.
Thursday, March 09, 2006
bootsoo: i wonder what i should wear for my blind date tonight
jbardhan: heh
jbardhan: let's list the things you shouldn't wear
bootsoo: a pocket protector
jbardhan: good!
bootsoo: now you do one !
jbardhan: haha hmmmm
jbardhan: a carmen miranda fruit hat
jbardhan: unless he's 1.) a vegetarian and 2.) very hungry
bootsoo: mmm fruity
jbardhan: your turn
bootsoo: heehee
bootsoo: a spiked collar
jbardhan: oo
bootsoo: unless he's into that
jbardhan: probably a cast-iron chastity belt is a bad idea
jbardhan: just because it will chafe
bootsoo: yeah rust is a bitch to get out of clothes too
bootsoo: okay, a t-shirt that says My biological clock is a walking time bomb
jbardhan: haha
jbardhan: how about, "my other car is a stroller"
bootsoo: a full star trek uniform
jbardhan: that would definitely be a bad idea
bootsoo: fucking hilarious though
jbardhan: absolutely
jbardhan: dressing up like a care bear would also be offputting
jbardhan: or the back half of a donkey costume
jbardhan: heh
jbardhan: let's list the things you shouldn't wear
bootsoo: a pocket protector
jbardhan: good!
bootsoo: now you do one !
jbardhan: haha hmmmm
jbardhan: a carmen miranda fruit hat
jbardhan: unless he's 1.) a vegetarian and 2.) very hungry
bootsoo: mmm fruity
jbardhan: your turn
bootsoo: heehee
bootsoo: a spiked collar
jbardhan: oo
bootsoo: unless he's into that
jbardhan: probably a cast-iron chastity belt is a bad idea
jbardhan: just because it will chafe
bootsoo: yeah rust is a bitch to get out of clothes too
bootsoo: okay, a t-shirt that says My biological clock is a walking time bomb
jbardhan: haha
jbardhan: how about, "my other car is a stroller"
bootsoo: a full star trek uniform
jbardhan: that would definitely be a bad idea
bootsoo: fucking hilarious though
jbardhan: absolutely
jbardhan: dressing up like a care bear would also be offputting
jbardhan: or the back half of a donkey costume
Tuesday, February 28, 2006
Trying to ignore the coughing and pain in my chest as I put in my last 30 minutes of "face time" here at work today (not that there is anyone around to look at my face, but still).
I guess I'll do a quick weekend recap and see where that takes me. Saturday I went to the Pitt Women's Basketball Game at the Peterson Events Center. That was a lot of fun, I haven't been to a live sporting event in a while and it almost felt like I was back in college and had some real school spirit. That was about the time I realized it wasn't my school and that I had graduated long ago- MIT doesn't do school spirit. It's just not cool, man.
After that it was off to meet the girls (and friends) for dessert at the Melting Pot and dancing at Saddle Ridge. The dessert was fantastic but probably a bad idea since I completely overate and was too full to dance for a good half hour or so (kinda like swimming I suppose). But I learned some new dances and we stayed until about 11:30 boogeying down.
Sunday was the Animal Friend's Bowling Tournament which I went to with Kathryn. It was a lot of fun, and I broke 100 in the first round but it quickly went downhill from there. Then as we were headed back into town after the event, Kathryn and I got rearended on the on ramp of 279. There was even a Stop sign at the end of the ramp but apparently the girl saw neither us nor the sign. So the afternoon was spent talking to police, getting Kathryn's car to the garage, and then getting her to her parent's house so she could borrow a car. Not the best way to spend the afternoon, but we found a new Italian place for dinner that made up for some of the drama. I am suprisingly not as sore as I thought I would be. Just getting sick...
On the love front, I am still IMing with Bachelor #1 but neither of us has initiated an actual meeting. And Bachelor #2 has dropped off the face of the earth after a text message late Saturday complaining that his phone battery was broken and dying. Last I heard he was getting a new one this Thursday. I guess I have no choice but to be patient, but it is rather annoying of him not to have any other way to communicate. And we had semi- made plans for the upcoming weekend but who knows what is going on now.
Some heavy drugs would be in order right now. I hope my sister doesn't expect me to be too perky when she comes over later...
I guess I'll do a quick weekend recap and see where that takes me. Saturday I went to the Pitt Women's Basketball Game at the Peterson Events Center. That was a lot of fun, I haven't been to a live sporting event in a while and it almost felt like I was back in college and had some real school spirit. That was about the time I realized it wasn't my school and that I had graduated long ago- MIT doesn't do school spirit. It's just not cool, man.
After that it was off to meet the girls (and friends) for dessert at the Melting Pot and dancing at Saddle Ridge. The dessert was fantastic but probably a bad idea since I completely overate and was too full to dance for a good half hour or so (kinda like swimming I suppose). But I learned some new dances and we stayed until about 11:30 boogeying down.
Sunday was the Animal Friend's Bowling Tournament which I went to with Kathryn. It was a lot of fun, and I broke 100 in the first round but it quickly went downhill from there. Then as we were headed back into town after the event, Kathryn and I got rearended on the on ramp of 279. There was even a Stop sign at the end of the ramp but apparently the girl saw neither us nor the sign. So the afternoon was spent talking to police, getting Kathryn's car to the garage, and then getting her to her parent's house so she could borrow a car. Not the best way to spend the afternoon, but we found a new Italian place for dinner that made up for some of the drama. I am suprisingly not as sore as I thought I would be. Just getting sick...
On the love front, I am still IMing with Bachelor #1 but neither of us has initiated an actual meeting. And Bachelor #2 has dropped off the face of the earth after a text message late Saturday complaining that his phone battery was broken and dying. Last I heard he was getting a new one this Thursday. I guess I have no choice but to be patient, but it is rather annoying of him not to have any other way to communicate. And we had semi- made plans for the upcoming weekend but who knows what is going on now.
Some heavy drugs would be in order right now. I hope my sister doesn't expect me to be too perky when she comes over later...
Friday, February 24, 2006
Well it has been exceptionally slow at work the past two days. Seriously, I wonder if I'm forgetting to do something. And I can't even think of anything to write about here to fill the time...
Thursday, February 23, 2006
IMPORTANT FACT
I once owned a bolo tie.
I once owned a bolo tie.
The way my mind works...
Colleague: he pisses me off when it comes to negotiating...i think he negotiates like a pussy and leaves too much on the table
Colleague: sorry for the p word
bootsoo: s'all good
bootsoo: LOL, i just thought you were apologizing for saying pisses until i reread it
Colleague: he pisses me off when it comes to negotiating...i think he negotiates like a pussy and leaves too much on the table
Colleague: sorry for the p word
bootsoo: s'all good
bootsoo: LOL, i just thought you were apologizing for saying pisses until i reread it
Wednesday, February 22, 2006
So last week I was dating a guy with dead animals in his living room. This week I'm dating a guy with live snakes in his. I can't decide- step up or step down? In my defense, at least the new one has an overwhelming sex appeal.
Subject A: I met him through work. He actually does acquisition analysis and site inspection (among other things) for our client. He seemed very normal when I met him. He is in real estate, does volunteer firefighting in his free time, owns a big-ass pickup, even likes country music. But he lives at home and as I mentioned above, his home is filled with stuffed animals. I believe the goose frozen in flight above his TV was the best part though. Can you believe how hard it is not to laugh when you pause during a commercial to look up and see a goose swaying with the air currents? He seems very nice still and goes hunting and camping which I think would be activities I would enjoy. But on our last date he wore a yellow-plaid (possibly flannel) shirt. Can you blame me for being hesitant? And conversation has been a lot of work.
Subject B: I want to be in his pants, right NOW. Oh right, you want a description. Tall (and sexy), thin (and sexy), tattooed (and sexy), strong (and sexy). So he's got the whole bad boy thing going for him, but somehow seems to be a nice guy. I think he's a closet nerd actually. Major bad things- them there pythons (and I'm not referring to his arms) and the smoking. But he calls me "woman" and nothing quite melts my heart like hearing a guy call me woman. Does that make me weird? Of course my sister knew of him in high school and thinks he's a dirtbag. So I have to figure out if I should be making something of that. But did I mention he's hot? And then there's the not having a car because his current one is sitting in his driveway, wrecked. And the DUI two years ago. But you know, every man has his flaws right?
Subject A: I met him through work. He actually does acquisition analysis and site inspection (among other things) for our client. He seemed very normal when I met him. He is in real estate, does volunteer firefighting in his free time, owns a big-ass pickup, even likes country music. But he lives at home and as I mentioned above, his home is filled with stuffed animals. I believe the goose frozen in flight above his TV was the best part though. Can you believe how hard it is not to laugh when you pause during a commercial to look up and see a goose swaying with the air currents? He seems very nice still and goes hunting and camping which I think would be activities I would enjoy. But on our last date he wore a yellow-plaid (possibly flannel) shirt. Can you blame me for being hesitant? And conversation has been a lot of work.
Subject B: I want to be in his pants, right NOW. Oh right, you want a description. Tall (and sexy), thin (and sexy), tattooed (and sexy), strong (and sexy). So he's got the whole bad boy thing going for him, but somehow seems to be a nice guy. I think he's a closet nerd actually. Major bad things- them there pythons (and I'm not referring to his arms) and the smoking. But he calls me "woman" and nothing quite melts my heart like hearing a guy call me woman. Does that make me weird? Of course my sister knew of him in high school and thinks he's a dirtbag. So I have to figure out if I should be making something of that. But did I mention he's hot? And then there's the not having a car because his current one is sitting in his driveway, wrecked. And the DUI two years ago. But you know, every man has his flaws right?
Welcome back! Well, the welcome is mostly to me since I'm the only one here but I thought a friendly hello was the best way to set the tone.
I have been thinking for a while about how little I remember and how I really ought to be documenting things as I go along if only for my own reference later. As I know I am too busy (lazy) to keep up a journal in the evenings, I think the blog may be the best way to do this. Since I can work on it during my lunch hour...yeah, my lunch hour that's it.
I think the biggest change around here needs to be the title. Blonde doesn't particularly suit me these days (although I have been rather ditzy lately, but I blame the vodka for that one). So perhaps a few minor adjustments will be made during the reorganization. And hopefully a flash of inspiration will hit me in the shower for a new and improved title.
I have been thinking for a while about how little I remember and how I really ought to be documenting things as I go along if only for my own reference later. As I know I am too busy (lazy) to keep up a journal in the evenings, I think the blog may be the best way to do this. Since I can work on it during my lunch hour...yeah, my lunch hour that's it.
I think the biggest change around here needs to be the title. Blonde doesn't particularly suit me these days (although I have been rather ditzy lately, but I blame the vodka for that one). So perhaps a few minor adjustments will be made during the reorganization. And hopefully a flash of inspiration will hit me in the shower for a new and improved title.
Monday, August 02, 2004
Well, in an effort to broaden my horizons (and my fan base), I am teaming up with my sister for a new blog which will be located at http://twistedsisterz.blogspot.com. I can't say that I will never be back to this site (depending on how long my sister and I stay on speaking terms now that we'll be living in the same city), but for now, you can get your daily dose of blonde at Twisted Sisters!
