You would think he'd get the hint....

Ok, as some of you know, I was dating a fella for a few weeks. At first I was blinded by his good looks, I should have known someone that handsome would not have the sense God gave a brick, but I gave him the benefit of the doubt. Not one of the bigger mistakes I've ever made but a mistake nonetheless. So as I might have mentioned on other blogs, Valentine's Day was a complete nightmare. At first I was really excited, I've never, NEVER been a relationship on Valentine's Day but as the day grew closer I new that my fella was going to let me down and I was right... He had made no plans whatsoever, had not even gotten me a card. So I took matters into my own hands and made plans for Valentine's Day, I spent it with the girls having mexican and margaritas... We had a great time by the way!

So he calls me Valentine's Day at 1:00, I sent him to voice mail, at this point I was fed up with his stupid excuses and he had already had to say "I'm sorry" one too many times, I was fed up. So he calls me back around 5, I answer this time. He tells me, Happy Valentine's Day, I say, back at ya... He asks me what I'm doing, I tell him I'm about to go out with the girls since I hadn't received any other invitations... again I hear the famous "I'm sorry", I'm like whatever. So we talk for another minute and I begin to feel sorry for him.... why?? but I tell him I will call him after I leave dinner with the girls. So I call him after dinner and I ask him to meet me for a drink at a little place near my house... He says ok.. so I decide to stop by my house before I have to meet him and that's when I saw the flowers... I run inside like a mad woman praying they are not from the new fella b/c I was pretty sure I was going to dump him anyway... The flowers were actually from a wonderful guy friend who knows how much I hate Valentine's Day...He's with the 101st Airborne currently deployed in Iraq. I immediately start crying, for a number reasons, first b/c I miss him terribly, second it was the first time I had EVER gotten flowers on Valentine's Day... Then I realized I had to meet doofus as planned. He shows up in a T-shirt, jeans, and a visor, yeah thanks for dressing up for me.. Nice touch. I tell him I got flowers, he actually said, "you're welcome" I nearly came across the table to smack the crap out of him... He said he was glad I got flowers... What kind of response is that?!! Then he says, Valentine's Day "snuck up on him"..... How can that be? Valentine's Day is the most commercialized holiday next to the celebration of the birth of our Lord Jesus Christ!! Whatever... I was done with this guy.. As we were walking out, he had the audacity to ask if he could stay over at my house, I actually laughed and said I don't think so... That was pretty much the last time I talked to him...

He called a couple of times (I did not answer the phone when he called), including the Saturday after Valentine's Day and asked me to a movie (better yet he left me a voicemail inviting me to a movie)... I never called him back.. so I thought he got the hint that I was done with him... Until today, he actually called and left me another voicemail... He was like, "hey beachgirl, I haven't talked to you in a while, hope you doing well, call me" ...... You would think he would get the hint but I guess he's just a glutten for punishment... I feel sort of bad, but then again I don't. There are guys you break up with and remain friends with, I have quite a few of those, but new fella is not one of those people... Conversation between us was painful, it was like talking to a brick..I can see that now.. It hit me when I was writing my friend in Iraq (the one mentioned above)... I told him that I think he would have been disappointed in me for putting up with new fella's nonsense for as long as I did... I don't have to put up with that kind of crap, no woman has to "put up" with anything....

I would rather be alone for the rest of my life than have to settle for a guy that doesn't make my toes curl, or make my stomach do flips when he calls or just looks at me. I will not settle for less... True love, that's what I want, it's what I deserve, it's what we all deserve... But in God's time, not our own...

Heroes

Enough said...

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An ode to pk

So our good friend pk has decided to leave the blogging world (we hope only for a while)... This is a little sad for many of us, especially me. I enjoyed his site because it was funny, insightful and somewhat informative, ha,ha.. Pk is a guy that LOVES his kids and is madly in love with his wife, and I find that truly heart warming... Those kind of guys are few and far between in this day and age. Although I have never met pk, or many of you for that matter, face to face it is hard to ignore the bonds that are made out here in the blogosphere. I consider many of you my friends, and I consider pk to be among that group. But blogging is addictive. Notice all of the time I spend here during the day when I should actually be working. I admire him for taking such drastic measures to dedicate more of his time to work (freakin' overachiever)...

So here's to pk, (picture a martini in my hand with my glass raised) one of the great ones... Not because he cured cancer or would rather release a spider back into the wild rather than step on it (ok, so that one was a stretch) but simply because he's a great father, husband, and friend. Pk once wrote about honor, and he worried that in this day and age would he be able to teach his kids to be honorable. My response to him then and still remains, that he IS an honorable man and his children will see that and be just as honorable as he. Thanks for everything pk, especially all the great advice, Dr.Phil doesn't have anything on you (well maybe a successful TV show, millions of dollars in the bank, and uh well never mind, you know what I mean)!!!

CHEERS Pk!!

A kiss is just a kiss, or is it?

So today is Valentine's Day, all about love and romance. As much as I hate this "holiday" it got me to thinking about kissing. The picture to the left is one of my favorite on screen kisses... It's from the movie "From Here to Eternity" if you've never seen it, make a point to try and watch it!!
So I was thinking about kissing. One of Meg's ( and my) favorite lines from a movie is from Gone with the Wind, Rhett Butler says to Scarlett, "you should be kissed and kissed often"... That is a true statement if ever I heard one... So as I was reflecting back on some of the kisses I have shared, there is one that stands out among the rest. So here goes...

It was last summer, I was looking good. My hair was curled and it was up in a high ponytail. My guy and I had been friends for over a year. I was wildly attracted to him and he was attracted to me but we agreed to remain friends... But there was this one night... We had a little wine, we went to hear some live music, we had a little more wine when we got back to his place. He lived almost an hour away from Nashville so I was staying at his place, I had done this before and always stayed in the guest room, no sweat really. But tonight was different, I was going to make it different, and so was he... When we got back to his house, after hearing the live music in the horribly smokey bar I told him I was going to go ahead and get into my pjs. He told me to wait a moment, he walked into his room and came out with a button down polo shirt. He handed it to me and told me to put it on... That's when I knew it would be different. I put it on and debated on coming out of the bedroom, but I did... He told me I looked good ( and I did), he poured me another glass of wine and lit some candles, Diana Krall was playing in the background. We sat there for a moment and then he asked me to dance. We danced in the middle of the living room. He was holding me close, he pulled away from me ever so slowly and asked me to take my hair down. I did as he asked and my curled hair fell across my shoulders and he gently swept it off of my face. We looked at each other for a moment, I was looking up at him because he was almost a foot taller than me. He leaned down and kissed me like I had NEVER been kissed in my life. It was a kiss I had waited for, for almost a year. It was the most magical kiss- EVER...

Now, that's all I'm going to tell you, because I have already said too much but I'm curious, what was your favorite kiss??

A couple of things

So my good friend meg is always doing these lists so I thought I would give it a shot....

1. Social Season update
Things are going well but I have never in my life encountered so many women that don't have the common sense God gave a rock. These are educated women!! But they have no common sense... Maybe it's b/c I am a project manager by trade and trying to apply those qualities to the social world is apparently all in vain... I have 3 events this month, March will be a little bit of a rest but then April and May come full force... There are galas, parties and golf tourneys that will hopefully be very successful... granted I don't kill a socialite in the process...

2. All this over a cartoon??
Ok, I try to leave the politics to lizzie, kate, pk and yoss but I will just comment briefly on this whole Danish political cartoon depicting the prophet Mohammad (sp?) with a bomb shaped like a turban on his head... Yes it was horribly offensive to Muslims as a whole, but to burn down churches and riot in the streets over a cartoon?? I thought the Muslim faith preaches peace and love? But I guess there are nuts in every religion, right? I mean the Christians had Jim Jones...nuff said about that...

3. The little black dress
Every girl needs one. I have a summer little black dress but not one for the winter. So my mother decided to take me shopping over the weekend. I tried on a number of dresses. Mother kept picking out these dresses with a 1920's influence, the boxy shape and drop waste... These dresses do not, I repeat DO NOT look good on a woman with a shape like mine. I have curves, and yes that means I have hips, not big hips but my hips don't look good in a drop waste dress. Now, understand that my momma is precious and has really good taste. But there was this dress she made me wear when I I was about 14 to my cousin's wedding. I hated the dress but she loved it and I wore it. You've seen that part in Gone with the Wind when Scarlett pulls the drapes down from the windows and tells Mammy to make her a dress? Well the dress my momma picked out for me to wear to my cousins wedding looked like she had taken the drapes from some Mammaw's bedroom in the old folks home. It had a flower print and it came off of my right shoulder, and on my left shoulder was a big ole bow... I have never, NEVER let her forget that dress and how heinous it was... including last Sunday. So after we got past the 1920's dresses, we both picked out some more dresses. The one we decided on was a short straight black velvet number with pink satin at the top and pink spaghetti straps. She liked it b/c it made me look skinny and it showed off my best asset (in her opinion), my bosom... That's what she calls my breasts....my bosom...


4. Showin your bosom in the daylight hours
God forbid you should show your bosom in the daylight hours. Momma all but called this lady out in the Bi-Lo for showing her bosom in the daylight hours.. I did have to agree, the woman was trying to recapture her youth (she was pushing 50) by wearing one of those velour joggin outfits that says something on the butt like Juicy.. should have said WIDE LOAD across her butt... and she was painted up like she was gettin ready to work the corner of Chapman and Moody (the hooker's corner in K-town). Her jacket was unzipped down to her navel and she was wearing a tank top, that showed off her droopy (worst kind in my opinion) bosom... She had also been in the tanning bed so much I questioned her caucasion status... But the worst thing of all, she had her little girl with her!!! Bad fashion and horrible make-up application, is like child abuse to me.. Just trash, nothin but trash...

Well kids I guess that's it for now... Hope all is well with everyone in the blogosphere!!

Kisses!!

~Beachgirl

P.S. I am thinking of planning a bloggers beach trip, anyone interested??