Theme Party!

So... I'm cruising along on my little weight loss journey and really, the people who came out of the wood work were just amazingly unique.

I get a call one Sunday morning from an acquaintance inviting me to a Sunday Funday party at his house. Awesome! I am in and all about Sunday Funday!

And then I ask about what I should bring and what the apparel is for the party. Is it a pool party? Theme party? Brunch? What exactly is the sitch? If you guys know me, you know I am that girl who always has her own sense of style and want to be dressed appropriately for the occasion, especially if it a theme party! I have plenty of cool, crazy accessories!

Well, the response is not exactly what I'm expecting. Turns out that clothing is optional and although it is a beautiful day, there won't be any activities in the pool until after dark. A strange version of Marco Polo, perhaps? Wow.

So I let my potential party host know that I am not really into THAT kind of theme party. I LIKE to shop at the party store and buy decor. And I'm really MUCH more into one-on-one conversations than group activities of that nature.

However, it was a compliment for a girl of my former size to actually be invited to that kind of party (I had to spin it somehow.) I decided to go to brunch with my friends instead. I felt like eggs and bloody marys were much more my Sunday Funday theme situation.

After brunch, we walked over to the local playground. Now, those are MY kind of swing(ers)!

And the invitations continue. Stay tuned...

Stirring Up Some Fun! Spring 2009

Meanwhile, I got another hit on my profile. As luck would have it, it was from a guy who I had dated about five years ago. He was a nice guy and we had shared our love of sports, so that was our commonality. He had moved out of the area but was now back and had decided to see if he could find me on a site. He was amazed by how I looked as he had no idea about the weight loss surgery. So, we email and exchange numbers and he calls about a week later to ask me out for drinks.

So we decide to meet at a local establishment at an appointed time. We’re both on time and we order cocktails and settle in to catch up. We end up there for a couple of hours and three rounds of cocktails.

Anyways, we’re catching up and telling stories and I can tell the chemistry is still there for both parties, so this is cool!

Um yah, until the end when he’s about to walk me to my car. That’s when he decides to drop his little bomb. He wants me to know that he’s still very attracted to me, but that he now has a serious girlfriend out of state. However, they have an open relationship and until she moves here, he wants to cook something up with me. Really? Come on now! How nice to have your cake and eat it too. That’s why I call him "The Baker." He wants all the cream puffs in the case and can’t choose just one. No way.

So I'm off to find a new recipe for love... hopefully one with a lil more sugar and not a straying rolling pin. Next ...

Pump Patrol -- Summer 2009

Okay so I was online this summer and received a little interest message from a cute guy who lives about 30 miles from me. We messaged for a few weeks back and forth and then he asked for my number so we chatted a few times and texted as well (I am a mad texter as most of you know!)

So, it was going well and we had determined that we would have our first date the following weekend since he had his little boy this weekend. All good, I'm thinking!

He texted me all weekend and even sent me a couple pictures of him and his little one, so I knew he was having a good time with him and I was glad he wanted to share that with me. On Sunday after dropping his little boy off, he called me and I could tell he was a little down and was already missing him. So, I told him that I was just hanging out and watching a movie if he wanted to come by and hang out for a bit so he didn't have to go home to an empty house.

He said that he thought that was a great idea and he would really like to do that. He just had one question for me... since I lived 30 miles from him, would I mind giving him gas money to come over? Um what? Seriously? Yoy!

Yes, yes... ladies and gentlemen... I cannot make this up. I think I'll get better mileage elsewhere, so I'm moving on down the road.

Stay tuned...

Pulling my leg! Summer 2009

So... was still doing the online situation when I got a message from a cute guy. Awesome! I checked out his profile and at first was pleasantly surprised. Nice looking guy! Cute face and he had two kids (pics blacked out, but at least I knew he was a daddy!) So, the profile showed that there were several pics though. I clicked through. First couple pics were of his cute face, so I was getting more and more interested until... oh yah. And then there was the kiss of death... not the Kodak moment I had ever hoped for.

His next picture was of him in a beautiful red dress with black hose and heels. Um, what? So I'm thinking that this must be a joke... maybe even a Halloween costume. So, I nervously giggle as I click through to the last picture.

And there he is in a lovely black frock with matching hose and heels. And I must say... very fashionistaly accessorized.

Seriously? OMG, people. I CANNOT ever date a guy who looks better in hose and heels than I do. Just sayin'... He totally had a leg up on me. For real. Ugh.

Onto the next adventure...