An attempt at flirting?

Gym cutie is now in a questionable situation in my head. I can't decide if he's a jerk or extremely shy.

I received my Christmas miracle on Christmas eve when he decided to grace the gym with his presence. As soon as I saw him, I regretted my wardrobe choice that morning of a more masculine shirt so I retreated to the women's locker room to change into a sleeveless shirt that was more flattering to my new figure.

As life would have it, my routine that day called for the pulley weights which was the same section of the gym he was working out. When I had to step out for a minute to give my sister something out of my car, I purposely left my towel and workout notes on the bench where I was working out so no one would move my stuff.

Imagine my surprise when I get back to my bench and reach for my bar only to see it's not there. I looked over to my left at the next machine and I see that he's stolen my bar.

My first instinct told me it could have been an attempt at flirting but when I looked over and saw that he wasn't waiting for a reaction but instead working out furiously, I pouted as I went to retrieve another bar to resume my workout.

When I finished with the set, I noticed he'd moved to another area.

I told my sister the story and she thinks it may have been his attempt to get me to say something to him in the event that he is terribly shy. I do think this could be the case, but I'm also afraid the moment has passed. If you can come up with any clever comeback lines I can use in the future I'd be very appreciative but if not, then maybe I will give up this dream of he and I... Also, I'd love to hear your opinion do you think he was flirting or he is just a jerk?

Suprisngly late

Remember my former crush who resurfaced a few weeks ago? Well over the weekend in one of those small world getting smaller instances, I met a friend of his and sent him a text to tell him. We exchanged a few more texts after that and he ended the convo promising to call the next day and saying "I miss ya babe."

I kid you not. What could he have possibly missed? Perhaps me giving him BlueBell ice cream. Other than that. I have no clue.

I told my friend about it since she knew and encouraged my crushing activities for years and we both got a good laugh about it. Especially since he in fact didn't call the next day.

But yesterday afternoon I awoke (hey I was sick-don't judge) to a text from him stating that he was "checking in." We exchanged a few texts back and forth and that was the end of that.

His timing was late but I was surprised he even bothered to follow up. I still feel that the entire ordeal is a moot point but it does present the possibility of an option. And if you know me well, you know I don't shy away from storing any coins in my possibility bank.

Message Unwanted?

Today I signed on to my AOL instant message account to catch up with a co-worker when I was notified that I had five messages from someone's handle I didn't recognize. I viewed the messages and then realized it was a guy from my past. Someone who at first raised my expectations of college guys or at least guys younger than me who knew how to treat a woman. Eventually I didn't see anything prospering between us because I wasn't as interested in him as he was me.

Truth is, he made me feel like a cougar.

One thing about this guy is that he is extremely persistent so even though I've tried to casually avoid dumping him, he won't give up.

Facebook IM was his preferred method of communication when I didn't return his texts and now he knows I have an AOL account. Never mind that I almost never use the account, I began to wonder if I wanted him to be able to message me.

It's at that moment that I noticed the nice message that allows you to click is the message you receive are inappropriate or unwanted.

Unwanted, maybe but seemingly not enough for me to block him entirely even though the last doorbell just delivered a corny attempt at flirting. Besides, I still have a good belief that all his efforts to make it in NYC will amount to something one day (I'm talking Sean John status) and if I get to benefit from that in anyway because I've "always been there from a distance." So be it.

For that, I'll be a cougar.

He said, She said ...

Wow. So this weekend was an eye-opening experience for me. I went to my best friend's graduation from nursing school in San Antonio, which also served as a mini-reunion with my college friends.

What I experienced in as few words as possible was an overwhelming sensation that I broke up with my ex over some misinformation. It's like that old saying, there are three versions of a story: yours, mine and the truth. In this case it was his, hers and the truth. The latter being something I may never know but I currently find myself asking: Could he really have been telling the truth about a previous fling (that started long before we got together) being over and the female in question fabricated her story to make herself sound more desirable???

Unfortunately, I believe the answer to that question is yes. I'm only half-relieved by the fact there were other incidents or issues we couldn't resolve that helped dissolve the relationship.

Even still, there's that nagging voice in my head that keeps saying "what would have happened if I didn't break up with him in April?" Would I be joining the ranks of other blushing fiances planning their dream weddings. It's highly doubtful, but in lieu of recent life events, the ex and I are beginning to strengthen our friendship and I'm glad this little bit of insight to his character has surfaced so that I can have better hopes for the future.

What not to wear

If you can believe this, this blog is coming to you live from a nite club. Why you ask?

First, I'm bored out of my mind- I have never been a "clubber" and don't plan on ever becoming one. Second, I was able to scan the crowd of guys within 10 minutes and see there were no possible matches. Third, the current song playing is "stanky leg."

Ummmm no thanks.

So instead I'm now forced to look at the females and critique their choice outfits.

It never ceases to astonish me that women will wear half of a face towel to a club and then wonder why a man only wants to sleep with them. Get a clue. Or better yet some clothes.

No. This is not the bitter remarks of an ugly girl not being paid any attention. This is coming from the heart and as a true public service announcement to girls whose outfits do not do them any justice to the outstanding qualities or brain power they may possess.

No Cuties in Edmonton

Ok, well if you count the maintenance guy who has the fitness facility closed because they are building something inside there maybe one but given that I can't work out he's not looking so good right now. The two young guys at the hotel front desk are average at best and now that I'm snowed in the odds of me seeing anyone else is slim to none.

Looks like Wednesday can't get here sooner...

Don't go there...

Today I reconnected with a former crush. And when I say crush, I mean this was a weight of 200 tons when I realized what was to become of our off-and-on flirtations: NOTHING AT ALL.

For one, I've always weighed more than him so I would remark to my friend who introduced us that I would "break him." LOL. And now, even though I'm ten pounds away from my goal weight-one that I know would put me even if not slightly under his weight, I still want to scream "DON'T BABE ME!!"

Second, he was always a ladies man and I'm sure still has a number of girls on reserve. Just like when he tried to make me remember being introduced to his girlfriend with whom he was going to Miami... I think I held my composure well that day but the jury is still out.

Despite this, I've already gone into Facebook stalker mode and saw that he's called someone else babe within the last month so that's probably just his new catchphrase. At this point I'm like Leona Lewis "I Just wanna Be Happy..." and the last thing I need is to get my hopes up for someone who won't come through.

Here's what I will do. Continue to practice my flirting skills and then if he ever makes his way back to H-Town decide what to do then...