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Island, Round #2

When I finally gave up on “big city” me and moved back to Victoria I started doing the exact same thing I did in Vancouver… Making horrible decisions. While in Vancouver I would say “Tonight I’m going to play a game called Bad Decisions”. That phrase carried across the straight, packed neatly in my luggage and tucked in my brain like a … well, bad idea.

Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t go out and find one night stands, start twerking on strangers, or become addicted to meth or crack cocaine, I’m just a lowly sales girl after all, not a Mayor. I just didn’t care if I was rejected, I flirted with no sense of shame, and I talked to who I wanted, when I wanted.

Before I sunk to making another online dating profile I started flirting with the idea of meeting someone in “real life”.  Well, I met an array of unimportant players in my life. Read, they don’t matter anymore and barely left a blip on my radar. A few fun facts did come from them though, please be aware, these are awesome factoids:

  • It is possible to find a dust bunny the size of an actual bunny in some men’s homes. Not pleasant. If you can’t clean your house, what else aren’t you cleaning?
  • If someone calls you a conundrum, run away. Fast.
  • Men who play guitars are 61.8% more attractive. Always.
  • Boys like nail polish on your nails, it gives them something to look at other than your cleavage as you’re telling stories.
  • Dating someone who feels they need to ask your ex-boyfriend if they can date you is never a good idea. No more drama, mamas.
  • Drama is always invited in, rarely does she just show up and make herself at home uninvited.
  • Accountants are boring. Always.
  • If someone says they are a professional athlete, google them. If they’re not on google, it’s a lie.
  • If a man has a beard he is sexier. Always.
  • Always shave your legs, this is just a life fact. No reason behind it. But y’all should know shaving legs is not optional.
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December 22, 2013 · 5:42 PM

Way Back Whenesday

My first real boyfriend in adulthood started out like any relationship when you’re 19… We met at a party and made out at, like, the seven following parties and then started “seeing” each other. This basically meant we started hanging out in day light hours and held hands in public and didn’t pretend to leave parties seperately. It was awesome. We did this for an entire Summer. Hanging out, making out, fishing,  camping, tubing, laughing, sexing, dates, road trips, sleepovers when we could sneak them in (we both lived with our parents), all the best things that come with the start of a relationship in Summer. When Summer finally ended and I packed up to move back to Victoria he surprised me by asking me to be his girlfriend. I said yes, after all he was 6 feet 4 inches of small town, good lookin, fun time muscle.

Sounds too idealic to be true, right! Yup, you would be right. When I left town and moved back to Victoria, he had a couple more weeks until he had to leave for his season home base, so he visited often. It was magic, as only first love can be. However, what you’re thinking is “season home base? What is that?”. Well, when you’re a semi pro hockey player, you don’t necessarily live where your girlfriend lives. First Love left and went across the country. We continued to date. Gor 2 years. On and off of course. Because he was a hockey player after all. And what they say about hockey players is true.

Not to dampen anyones spirits but here are my top 3 shitty things First Love did (and yes, I have put them in order) and yes they are terrible and devastating:

3) One dark and rainy (so I like to believe) night he would not answer his phone. At all. And I called at least a dozen times. We had fought (per usual) and he took a bottle of gin and ignored me. I do not take well to being ignores. Hence, the outrageous number of phone calls. Finally I made contact… with his roommate, only to tell me that he was “occupied”. I was naive, but now I know what occupied meant. He was not in the bathroom at 3am, or sleeping, or in a meeting, or any other logical reason that would render him incapable of answering his own phone . Its sad to say I only figured this out when I saw the naked pictures of a cheerleader on his phone. Bazinga!

2) First Love was fond of breaking up with me on MSN Messenger (so I wouldn’t necessarily get the messages right away – remember, texting wasn’t cool this long ago and landlines were the main form of communication) and then reconnecting with me a few days later with a sappy email/phone call/song. It only took me three breakups to realize they always fell on weekends his team was traveling.  At least he had the decency to ‘breakup’ with me before mattress dancing with puck sluts (my assumption on the morals of these girls was never proven).

And the #1 all time terrible thing First Love ever did was… drum roll please…

First Love and I took a break a few days before Christmas (he had to stay out East and all the breaking up was really getting in the way of the spirit of Christmas). We talked every couple days and always ended the conversation with “I love you”. Since he called me on Christmas, I thought I would call him on New Years Eve. Bad idea! Since he was 3 hours ahead of me I called him at 11 o’clock my time, just in time to get him before he hit the hay after the bar. Look at me being all thoughtful and shit. The conversation went like this:

Me: Happy New Years!  Did you have a blast?!
Him: Yup. I want you to talk to someone.
Me: Who?! (At this point I assumed it was a teammate, I often spoke with the boys when I calles)
Some Bitch: Who is this? (Muffled whispers to First Love, ‘who is it babe’)
Me: Umm, it’s his girlfriend (I know, we were on a break but details don’t matter to drunk people)
Some Bitch: What? I’m his girl now. *click*

Me, being naive, assumed it was a joke, so called back and the conversation continued as follows:

Him: What? Didn’t want to talk to the chick I’m gonna f*ck?
Me: Excuse me? This is a joke, right?
(In the background Some Bitch is begging First Love to take her home, I can still hear it to this day. He mumbles to her “one minute, just dealing with her”)
Him: I’ve got to go, I need to f*ck this girl
Me: You f*cking prick. Never talk to me again. *click*

I hung up my cell, started crying (at 11:30pm on New Years) and then sucked it up and partied for a bit… I ended up in pajamas with a pizza by 1am, which is kind of stellar. And only talked to First Love on two occasions after that: when he called to apologize because his cousin told him what he did to me (yup, kid was too drunk to even remember talking to me) and when I saw him randomly at a gathering. What lesson did I learn? Never call a man on a holiday.

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B’s Be Like

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Story. Of. My. Life.

This happens to me all the time. And it’s not just one “ex”. It’s two. Two mofo’s who couldn’t see how eff bombin awesome I am the first go ’round and come back for seconds (or in the case of the B’s rounds 4 and 5)… I’m not good at making relationship decisions for myself. If you haven’t picked up on that yet…you’re dumber than I look.

Oh, let me tell you about the B’s… it’d be so easy to forget them if they weren’t so attractive. And buff. And charming. And… those eyes, those dimples, those biceps, those abs. The B’s (two ex’s that we [my friends and I] group together because they are such bad news for me) are just so… *droooool* and ever so current in my life.

B1 will be a reoccurring nightmare (or dream? I’ve yet to figure it out) and B2 is a hot mess of a nightmare (this one I’m 93% sure about). These two will pop up more frequently in my dating escapades as I move to current stories from Victoria. Some parts of these chapters (or paragraphs, depending on what round we are talking about) are hard to look at, so be easy on me… I’m fragile or some shit.

One of these two are my kryptonite. And I’m just beginning to realize who that is. I know you’re all curious and want details so… better keep reading! Suckas!

Moral of the blog post: dudes ain’t shit but manipulative twits 😉

Bonus Info:  astrologer confirmed ON THE NEWS (so It must be legit) that past loves/relationships will be popping up in the lives of many Cancers. Yaaay for us. Blah.

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Way Back Whenesday

Oh, how lovely it is to reminisce on my failures as a dater/datee. Every time I dig into my ice cold heart and bring up a story, it warms my soul just a little to remind myself that what happened is the past and I will make better decisions next time… Not. It’s probably the warm bath warming my insides.

When I went away to university I was dating my high school boyfriend. We will call him High School Boyfriend (HSB for laziness sake and for obvious reasons). He was an alright guy. I mean, I came from a small town, so it was slim pickings when it came to dating, but all said and done, he’s an alright guy. He went to a different school than I did, so we tried the long distance thing… for 17 days.

I ended things with HSB over the phone (texting wasn’t cool yet) and he lost it (I don’t blame him, I’m pretty awesome). He climbed in a friends window, kicked a garbage can and threw the ID bracelet I had given him in said garbage can. I told him the distance was too hard and I was too busy with school. Before I reveal this,  please understand, I was 18. In actuality, I met a sexy boy-man and wanted to date him. Throw tomatoes at me if you want but I will dodge them like a ninja. College guy was nice, independent, funny, sweet, attentive, and just plain awesome in this small town girls eyes.

College Guy and I began dating almost immediately after I broke up with HSB (never a good idea people). It didn’t last long, it only took me a couple weeks to see the annoying things pop up (crass, no class, and all about getting ass – and not with me). Needless to say, it was a great decision to end things with HSB because he went super-stage five snd called all my friends to check up on me and even my mother (to thank her for always being so kind to him). He ended the conversation with my Mom by saying he would win me back… so I shouldn’t have been surprised when he showed up at my house three months later in the middle of the night. Right?

No wonder my dating life is so messed up. I’ve been making subpar decisions since before I even began to throw sex into the mix. Either way, HSB was out of the picture and recently stopped holding a grudge on me and added me to Facebook. Where I creeped the h-e-double hockey sticks out of his fiance and three children. I won this battle though because when I broke up with him Daddy let me use his credit card to buy a couple new outfits. Booya.

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This is the story of: The Child

While living in Vancouver, I was traveling over to the island frequently. Not only because I missed my friends, I was seeing a guy over here for about a month, oh and was in a wedding, so had all that shit to do. Anyways, this is not a story about the guy I was seeing (you will hear about him in a Way Back Whenesday story). This is the story of The Child. I met The Child the night before Canada Day. I had come over to Victoria to hang out with friends, drink beer, eat burgers, watch the fireworks and play. That didn’t happen. Well, it did, only it was drink-a-litre-and-a half-of-wine-and-stumble-into-town-and-lie-about-your-entire-life kind of trip. I’m a real class act.

Two of my girlfriends and I headed into town (to Darcy’s of course – shameless plug, Darcy’s is the tits, the bee’s knees, the cheese to by bread, the vodka to my water, if you’re ever in Victoria check it out). I went down town all kinds of dressed up (short skirt, mesh top, long fake ass extensions cascading down my back, a real sight for sore eyes, if I do say so myself). I was super wasted. Like, white girl wasted, when said white girl was in high school and doing shots of straight Bacardi, chased by a sip from a two litre of Pepsi. That kind of night. I had a great time. Or so it seems from the photos.

The next day (Canada Day, remember) was not such a great day. I laid in my friend (and her bfs) bed allllll day, until I moved to the couch where I remained for most of the day light hours, while they drank beer, ate burgers, played games, etc.  Early on in the day, while I’m contemplating how I’m ever going to survive this hangover, my blackberry bings with a message (at 9am for fucks sake). Some random dude standing next to the Darth Vadar fiddler asks me how I am. Da Fuq? I yell out to my home girl “who the fuck did I meet last night!?”, then I barfed. According to my friend, I met a handsome, tall, 22 year old `Olympic lifter` and we really hit it off. My girl has high standards and a stronger liver than I, so I took her word for it and chatted with The Child.

I know you’re thinking it’s pretty bad that this guy is 22 and I’m 26… turns out I told him I was 24… and a teacher. I found this out when he asked me when school started and I lol’d and told him I graduated university many moons ago. This brought up a whole conversation about how I lied about my age and my occupation (and probably my name in the beginning… I always go in with a fake name, you’ve gotta earn the real name people). Anyhoo, The Child and I bbm back and forth for a couple weeks, never adding each other to Facebook (I’ve learned this is always a red flag) but Skyping when his roommates were out. Turns out… when he said roommates, he meant parents. And when he said 24 he meant 19. As in, just turned 19 a few days before I met him. By the time I found out about The Child and his situation (unable to drink in the US, or pay rent on his own, as he had no real job) we’d been talking for over a month. I thought I could maybe try to hang out with him and it would be fine. It wasn’t. It really, really, wasn’t. When we first hung out and he said “my parents are out if you’d like to come over?” I cringed. Then he admitted he rarely if at all drank. Then his 19 year old slang came out for show, and I hate slang. But what really shut the nursery door for me was when we hung out the second time (yes, I gave it more than one try… look at me being stupid and shit) I actually asked “do your parents know you’re out this late?”. We looked at each other… I cringed. He smiled. I told him I was tired. He asked if he could stay. I said I had to be up early. He drove home (in his Mom’s car). I cringed, again. He wrote me the next day. And the next. And the next. I finally told him I was ignoring him and that we were never going to happen. Then I ran into him a couple weeks later and did the awkward turn around and duck maneuver. And that was the end of The Child. I think he has graduated high school by now and is probably traveling on Mommy and Daddy’s dollar. Oh well, he had biceps for days.

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