Eye Candy

Our lifeguard/beach chair guy/hottie... The one who rented our umbrellas to us.

Today, we were able to witness him carrying about 8 beach chairs. His back muscles were the most beautiful sight EVER. [sigh]

Sassy and I purposefully took our time rinsing off the sand from the beach, just so we could stare. He definitely noticed. Sassy said he also noticed when I showered off the sand. Sweet...

No photos of him were taken, but the image of him is forever burned in our memories.

Cinderellas

This post is a joint effort by Bossy and Sassy. Flirty left us yesterday, to go home and pack for her big move.

So tonight is the last night of vacation. As I previously mentioned, we have been L-A-Z-Y. No stories to tell.

But then tonight happened....

Tonight started off innocent enough. Dinner at an oyster house, a couple of glasses of wine each. The bartender recommended a blues bar. We went to said blues bar, had one drink, and were just about to leave….

When the Silver Fox and his friends walked in. Now, admittedly, they graduated from high school when I was 1 year old and Sassy was 3 months old. But of the four of them, there was one that grabbed our attention. The Silver Fox. Yes, he had a ring, so he was most definitely off limits. But he was oh so good looking. Think, or picture, George Clooney. During ER-era. Hot, yes?

So we drank with them. And we danced with them. One of them, we’ll call him the Big Guy (per his friends’ nickname for him), THOUGHT he was a dancer, but no so much. He was entertainment though. We also had the Twirler, who skillfully twirled both Sassy and myself (at separate times, of course) on the dance floor. It makes us wonder, is that type of dancing soon to be dead? I wish that our generation cared more about partner dancing. Anyway, I digress…

Then we pulled our Cinderella moves. It may become my trademark, you know, with the “New Bossy” and all… This Cinderella move was necessary, however. Our beautiful compact-class rental car was with valet. And they closed at midnight. At 11:59 sharp, we headed for the car. At a sprint. Both in wedges. It was a sight, as we both furiously prayed that we didn’t break our ankles.

We barely made it, all sweaty and hot (sweaty hot, not sexy hot…)

Of course, the 4 older gentlemen gave us their cell number and their room numbers, so that we could join them in the hot tubs… As. If. That. Would. Ever. Happen.

Junior Varsity

First I have to apologize... Flirty, Sassy, our friend "Mommy", and I have been on vacation this week. Together. And you would have thought that we would have great stories for you, right? I mean, put "3 tramps and a Mommy" together, and you would almost certainly have good material.

Not so much. We all realized how just very exhausted we were from our normal wild girl/partying lifestyles (all except Mommy, who just thoroughly enjoyed have quiet time to do crazy things like, read a novel... almost makes you want to have kids, doesn't it? Almost.)

We have done nothing but eat, lay on the beach, and shop. With a glass of wine or two mixed in there at times. And a few workout sessions. Other than that, NO NEWS to report.

The most exciting I can give you is that the Wannabe texted me last night at 3:45 a.m. On a Wednesday night!? I smell trouble.

My theory, and one that Flirty concurs with, is that he is going to try his hardest to get me in the sack. As a challenge. Because we merely kissed last week. Yes, I stayed at his place, but even in my drunken partying state last week (celebrating being unemployed for 2 weeks people!), I resisted his advances. Sometimes my willpower amazes even me.

But this is the new Bossy (more about that later. I don't want to write a sappy post. let's just say that Flirty moves out of town tomorrow, and it has DEVASTATED me to no end....)

And New Bossy* is not going to get involved with any more losers. I have had my fair share of them this summer. Agreed?

Anyway, Wannabe shares the same first name with Blazer Boy. So I compared them.

Flirty said, "Wannabe is JV, Blazer Boy is Varsity." Followed up with, "Wannabe merely aspires to Blazer Boy level of game."

Well said, Flirty.

(p.s. How PROUD are we all that I don't think, write, or talk about Blazer Boy anymore! Except this one time, but it was only to make a point that I am through with that phase of my life... But for those of you who may be new to this blog, and not up to speed on Blazer Boy, just click on the Blazer Boy label on this post... The whole damn story will be there, waiting for you.)

*New Bossy also includes NO MORE obsessing over Jake Brigance. I LIKE him, I do. But I'm all done with the worrying, and we'll just see what happens!!!!

I Would Hate to Disappoint You

Regardless of the status of Jake, I am still up to no good. And by no good, I mean having a lot of fun and getting into trouble. For one more week, before I buckle down at the new job.

As there is no commitment in my life, I am still enjoying flirting with others. Biting, giving the flirty eyes, going out... There is a new "character," named the Wannabe. That name derives from the fact that he really really wants to be a rock star. NOT in his future, IMO. But we won't break that to him.

I'm really not into him, and he's not likely to even be a "date." But I'm introducing him just in case there are future stories...

I Took a Chill Pill

I figured it was about time for an update. Life has been hectic and busy, so we have neglected this blog.

It takes me a little bit, but I can admit when I go overboard, or go to extremes. To my defense, I am going through many significant changes. Friends leaving, changing jobs... My life is about to take a complete 180 I predict. It's scary, but it can be a good thing too.

I definitely put a little too much meaning into what happened with Jake. I hate that my posts were so rambling and made little sense. But we got past that issue. I apologized, he apologized. Things are ok for the most part.

I think that he can't accept that I am different from his past girlfriend(s). He keeps expecting me to react a certain way to his regimented lifestyle, and has incorrectly assumed a couple of times that I wanted a relationship. Despite my frequent reminders to him that I don't want a relationship at this point. I am quite happy and content with the status of things right now, which is no commitment and free to do as we please. It seems he may be starting to accept that about me.

I think we are just feeling each other out, learning more about the other. We are both difficult creatures, a bit stubborn, used to doing our own things and not answering to other people. Which means some headbutting at times. We'll just have to see what happens.

And now the sober version of the story...

Can you tell I wrote the previous post after a LONG night of drinking? Becauses I did.

Today, I haven't completely changed my mind. I still think his actions are representative of a bigger issue. He expects many accomodations for his hobbies by the girl he is dating, but he seems incapable of compromising. That is unacceptable in my book.

I did probably take it a little far by saying my social life is over. It's not over. It's been a great year and I wouldn't go back and change it. But, I can't keep the pace that Flirty and I have kept this year, nor do I want to maintain that pace. But there will be times that I want to go out and let my hair down, Bossy-style, so I do hope that there are remaining friends that will accompany me. If I am dating someone, although "Bossy-style" going out may not be appropriate, I would still want to go out and have fun from time-to-time. And I would want my significant other to go out and have fun with me. I don't think Jake is that guy. He is a lot of the things I want, but I don't think he is the whole package.

Reasonableness, Or Unreasonableness, Is Relative

Who is to say if this is reasonable or unreasonable? But Jake Brigance made a fatal mistake tonight. He took the wrong step, intentionally. I don't think I can forgive and forget. This may be it. I don't know I want to see him again, even though we have 2 scheduled events this week (and by "event," I mean RSVP kind of events.)

Granted, I've been lookin for the red flag, and had yet to find it. I was very upset today about something, and he seemed so understanding. But yet tonight, when he knew I needed his support, his bailed on me. He couldn't suck it up this one time and stay out with me. I have known him exactly one month to the day.... And I haven't asked anything of him in the least bit unreasonable. I think he should have bent in my direction a tad bit tonight. Not only did he know that I was upset about several of my friends moving away in the next few weeks, he also knew that one of my hangups from my ex-relationship was that the Ex (Emotional Roller Coaster) stifled me and rarely wanted to do anything social. He knew that, but he still did this.

Flirty thinks tomorrow I may change my mind. I think she may think I'm being harsh. I won't say never, but I'm doubtful that this can be remedied. My fears were realized tonight regarding relationships. He knew what those were, but yet he chose this path.

Now that Flirty and others are leaving, I'm certain to lose this social life that I love so much. And it saddens me to an extent you can't imagine.

Roddick Failed the Test

I cancelled the date with Roddick. He gave me such an easy out, that I had to take it. I don't regret it at all. See below to understand why...

Setting: Sunday, around 2:00 p.m., Bossy catching up on work in local coffee shop
I text Roddick to ask if we can push the date back by half an hour. He texts back and says sure, that he's working also, plus he had a late night. Also offered to postpone if I wanted. After much internal debating, and some advice from the girls, I decide to cancel. Prior to cancelling, in order to kill time, I texted back and asked what his late night involved. It involved dancing/drinking at the somewhat cheesy place that he took me to on our date. Not only that, but I found out that he almost got in a fight with "Yes, My Shorts Are Sexy" [see sidebar].

Bossy does NOT date fighters. First red flag! Well, first red flag of the weekend. The first red flag was our date two weeks ago.

So I cancelled. In doing so, I apologized, and I get this text: No worries Bossy. 4 whatever its worth i like you alot. Im just not good with all the preliminary cat & mouse stuff. Hope u get ur work done.

I really haven't played any games, at least not intentionally. I have just been busy, as he has.


Next setting: Monday night, having a girl's movie night at Flirty's.
I get a text from Roddick, asking if I'm at "this concert." The concert was a really big production here, and I had wished I had tickets. So when I get that text, we start an exchange:

Bossy: You are at [famous artist's] concert!? I'm JEALOUS.
Roddick: Got my company's box tickets today. [this means, he got several tickets. the boxes at this venue are pretty damn sweet]
Bossy: Thanks for the invite.
Roddick: 2 short of notice.
after no response from Bossy:
Roddick: I'm sorry. didnt know if u wanted to go. Havent seen u n 3 weeks. Had extras so gave them 2 friends.

Puh-leese. Lame. Hasn't seen me in 3 weeks? Not all my fault. He's just as busy as I am. Maybe he should have picked up the phone and made a little more effort.

That was the final straw. He let his last chance slide by.

I don't know, maybe I'm being too picky. Or maybe not? Flirty says it's because I like Jake Brigance so much, that I have no tolerance for Roddick. [Which leads me to say, sometimes, Flirty's acute perception of the not-so-obvious-to-other-people is annoying. Ha. I DO love her for it, but damn! I can't get away with anything with her!]

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On another note, Flirty may have a potential Boy Toy in the works... Stay tuned...

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Oh yeah! Almost forgot to tell you. We saw the Hunter out on Saturday night. He has returned from his work trip. I don't know how I missed it, but what an A-HOLE! I certainly was aware of that after meeting the girlfriend of 5 years, but this went way far beyond that. Like, insulting LA's ethnicity and hometown. In a derogatory way.

The Tao of Wingman

Overheard this weekend....Wingman waxes poetical on life and love.

Wingman has been seeing a lady. We call her Sourpuss because she seems like she is a bit of a funhater, or at least a Bossy- and Flirty-hater. But to be fair, Wingman 1) failed to introduce us when we were hanging out all together one night and 2) kept leaving her to come to our table to talk to us, most of those times sharing a chair with Bossy. So we give her a (very little) slack. She's moving far, far away this week. He has been adamant that it's just a summer fling, and no one is getting attached. Bossy and I have repeatedly told him he's full of shit, SP is going to get attached and ultimately hurt. Cut to Friday:

Wingman: Yeah, I have to get up early tomorrow because I'm helping Sourpuss move.
Flirty: That's a boyfriend move, Wingman, not a summer fling move.
Wingman: Nah, I'm just being nice. Oh, and her parents and brother will be there so I'm meeting them.
Flirty: Dude. Isn't that kind of a big step?
Wingman: Nah, whatever, it's no big deal. It's not like I want to date her or anything.
Frat Boy (shakes his head)

Later that evening...he continues to maintain that this is merely a summer fling, no strings attached, because he has no intention of maintaining yet another long distance relationship.

Frat Boy: You're like star-crossed lovers.
Flirty: Yeah, like two ships passing in the night.
Wingman: More like two bored, horny people with a month to kill.

Two more jager bombs later...a discussion of beds ensued (I don't remember why)

Flirty: Wingman, um, I heard on good authority that your bed sucks actually.
Wingman: Yeah, it does. Sourpuss complains too. But a true player has a shitty bed. Otherwise you can never be totally sure why the girl's coming over. It might be just that you have a comfortable bed. Sourpuss ain't coming over for the comfy bed. That's how I roll.
(Frat Boy and myself collapse into fits of laughter. Wingman is adorable but is absolutely NOT a player.)

Saturday night...Wingman gets serious (not about himself of course):

Girls, you gotta look at it this way. When women have sex with a guy, they get attached 75% of the time. It's just the way it is. Men are the opposite. For them, 75% of the time there's no emotional attachment. It's just sex. But that 25% of the time, men are just as attached as women.

Dude. If he's right, the odds really ARE stacked against us. That must be why God made us more clever than men. We have to game our way to that 25% so we can maintain the upper hand!