I review books. The last batch have been romance novels. This one this week has been all about chemistry.
The way the butterflies spring up on us when we've meet someone we really like, or how we react when we kiss someone for the first time.
This got me thinking. Thinking about the last time I had real butterflies because of a man.
It's been years. I've had too many bad attempts at relationships/one night stands, and way too few butterflies because of them.
Let me ask you, what do you do when you don't ever have the butterflies?
Monday, February 28, 2011
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Your Salami isn't so fresh
On my way back from the post office, had to pick up a book that I'd won, and stopped into the sandwich shop next door while I waited the twenty minutes for the bus.
There was a teenaged girl working behind the deli counter, who was having a very public and messy argument with her twenty-something boyfriend.
I'd like to say I was above listening in, but that would be a lie.
Girl: "Why though? I mean, I thought .... you promised."
Boy: "Can I just get a pop? J. is waiting in the car."
Girl: "That all? $2.30." she rang it through but didn't look like she was going to hand it over. "Just a minute. Just talk to me for a second." they moved to the edge of the deli counter, the girl now with her arms over her chest and the boy holding his pop.
"So you're not coming over tonight then? I wasted $50 on tickets and you're going out with Jeff to the bar?" Boy said nothing just looked over her shoulder like he was reading the menu. "Hey shithead look at me."
Boy continued to molest the neck of the pop bottle then turned to leave where upon the Girl swore a few more times then went back to her station. New guy came into the building and right over to her, he was leaning in whispering to her and she was getting angrier by the millisecond. I'm guessing this was his friend. At this point, another teenaged girl came out and said something in a whisper to them both and the guy left. Must have been the manager.
I was putting on my gloves a few minutes later, getting ready to head back out to the bus stop when the boyfriend came back in and threw down something. I kind of angled myself to see what it was, it was an iPod. Returning the music, always a sign that the relationship is over. This caused the girl to launch into a real fit of colourful expressions, mostly containing the f-word. Apparently she did not care how she was looking to the three of us customers in there nor what it could mean for her job, because just when you thought the high school drama was over she screamed
Girl: "T. said B. has crabs now too. Funny, how both her and you got them the same time. So don't think I don't know you f*cked that cow! I hope your dick rots off!"
At that point, I was in risk of missing my bus so I left. Would have liked to have seen how it ended. Wonder if I should go back there in a few days to see if she's still got a job?
There was a teenaged girl working behind the deli counter, who was having a very public and messy argument with her twenty-something boyfriend.
I'd like to say I was above listening in, but that would be a lie.
Girl: "Why though? I mean, I thought .... you promised."
Boy: "Can I just get a pop? J. is waiting in the car."
Girl: "That all? $2.30." she rang it through but didn't look like she was going to hand it over. "Just a minute. Just talk to me for a second." they moved to the edge of the deli counter, the girl now with her arms over her chest and the boy holding his pop.
"So you're not coming over tonight then? I wasted $50 on tickets and you're going out with Jeff to the bar?" Boy said nothing just looked over her shoulder like he was reading the menu. "Hey shithead look at me."
Boy continued to molest the neck of the pop bottle then turned to leave where upon the Girl swore a few more times then went back to her station. New guy came into the building and right over to her, he was leaning in whispering to her and she was getting angrier by the millisecond. I'm guessing this was his friend. At this point, another teenaged girl came out and said something in a whisper to them both and the guy left. Must have been the manager.
I was putting on my gloves a few minutes later, getting ready to head back out to the bus stop when the boyfriend came back in and threw down something. I kind of angled myself to see what it was, it was an iPod. Returning the music, always a sign that the relationship is over. This caused the girl to launch into a real fit of colourful expressions, mostly containing the f-word. Apparently she did not care how she was looking to the three of us customers in there nor what it could mean for her job, because just when you thought the high school drama was over she screamed
Girl: "T. said B. has crabs now too. Funny, how both her and you got them the same time. So don't think I don't know you f*cked that cow! I hope your dick rots off!"
At that point, I was in risk of missing my bus so I left. Would have liked to have seen how it ended. Wonder if I should go back there in a few days to see if she's still got a job?
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
The Sex Addict
I was out at Blockbuster and bumped into JTGG and Bobby, one of his little groupies. There was many hugs and OMG! from him before he smiled smugly at me.
He was actually looking very normal for once. Jeans, a long sleeve sweater and tennis shoes. I think Bobby has rubbed off on him in more ways then one.
Then normal was gone with one sentence.
"I've been in sex rehab."
"Oh my god what?" I started to laugh then realized he was serious. "What?"
"Sex rehab. For sex addicts." He then brought both hands out from his sides and bent his one knee almost in a curtsy. "I'm a sex addict."
"Jor, you're not a sex addict."
"Yes I am." he nodded gleefully. Yeah I don't know about him sometimes, it's got to be all the drugs he's been doing for the last fifteen years.
"What makes you say that?" I had to stare at Bobby's shoes cause I couldn't keep the laugh off of my face. This was just too much even for me. But, then again, I'm not shocked with anything he says really, he had been married to Gilly before coming out of the closet an she was a Dominatrix at that time.
"I love sex. Love love love it! Love big hard cocks. Love it!" his voice went another four octaves higher then it's normal girly squeal.
"I think it's safe to say we all do, but that doesn't make you a sex addict."
"Whatever." he rolled his eyes at me. As if we were arguing about the weather, he rolled his eyes at me. "I love sex okay!"
"Okay. Sex is a great thing, not going to argue on that with you. Other then rehab, what have you been up to?" remembering that last time he was still trying his hand at fashion.
"Not much. Went back to school for awhile, quit. I was always late so I just left." he shrugged. That's when Bobby did the half step pee-dance-need-a-smoke-can-we-leave thing, then they paid for their movie and left.
I just have to wonder why anyone would be proud of something like that? It has to be the drugs.
He was actually looking very normal for once. Jeans, a long sleeve sweater and tennis shoes. I think Bobby has rubbed off on him in more ways then one.
Then normal was gone with one sentence.
"I've been in sex rehab."
"Oh my god what?" I started to laugh then realized he was serious. "What?"
"Sex rehab. For sex addicts." He then brought both hands out from his sides and bent his one knee almost in a curtsy. "I'm a sex addict."
"Jor, you're not a sex addict."
"Yes I am." he nodded gleefully. Yeah I don't know about him sometimes, it's got to be all the drugs he's been doing for the last fifteen years.
"What makes you say that?" I had to stare at Bobby's shoes cause I couldn't keep the laugh off of my face. This was just too much even for me. But, then again, I'm not shocked with anything he says really, he had been married to Gilly before coming out of the closet an she was a Dominatrix at that time.
"I love sex. Love love love it! Love big hard cocks. Love it!" his voice went another four octaves higher then it's normal girly squeal.
"I think it's safe to say we all do, but that doesn't make you a sex addict."
"Whatever." he rolled his eyes at me. As if we were arguing about the weather, he rolled his eyes at me. "I love sex okay!"
"Okay. Sex is a great thing, not going to argue on that with you. Other then rehab, what have you been up to?" remembering that last time he was still trying his hand at fashion.
"Not much. Went back to school for awhile, quit. I was always late so I just left." he shrugged. That's when Bobby did the half step pee-dance-need-a-smoke-can-we-leave thing, then they paid for their movie and left.
I just have to wonder why anyone would be proud of something like that? It has to be the drugs.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Jumped the Gun
Text message "The Celebrity is not dead yet!"
This came from my Brother in Law. I texted back asking what he was going on about. His oldest is a computer geek/hacker and a fan of The Celebrity and said I need to pay more attention to the dirt sheets. Okay, don't like having a 14 year old know more then me, but it happens all the time so I have to learn to get used to it. Still, not half as bad as the fact that The Drama Queen seems to always have information that I don't on The Celebrity as of late. It's almost as if one upping me has become her pet project.
I've admitted in the past, I do not follow trends, do not read tabloids and other then their company blog do not read up on his personal life.
It just would be too weird, too depressing and make me feel like I was cyber stalking him so I just don't.
So of course, I had to run to the computer and check the company blog. His injury is not as horrible as it was made to sound the other week. Which is good to know.
Okay, so I panicked when I did hear the bit I heard last week. He just brings out this side of me that makes zero sense. I've gone over this a billion times, and it still hasn't sorted itself out in my mind yet. And you know what, it's been a few years.
If I ever figure out what his hold is on me I'll let you know. In the meantime, I'm just glad I over reacted and that he is doing better.
This came from my Brother in Law. I texted back asking what he was going on about. His oldest is a computer geek/hacker and a fan of The Celebrity and said I need to pay more attention to the dirt sheets. Okay, don't like having a 14 year old know more then me, but it happens all the time so I have to learn to get used to it. Still, not half as bad as the fact that The Drama Queen seems to always have information that I don't on The Celebrity as of late. It's almost as if one upping me has become her pet project.
I've admitted in the past, I do not follow trends, do not read tabloids and other then their company blog do not read up on his personal life.
It just would be too weird, too depressing and make me feel like I was cyber stalking him so I just don't.
So of course, I had to run to the computer and check the company blog. His injury is not as horrible as it was made to sound the other week. Which is good to know.
Okay, so I panicked when I did hear the bit I heard last week. He just brings out this side of me that makes zero sense. I've gone over this a billion times, and it still hasn't sorted itself out in my mind yet. And you know what, it's been a few years.
If I ever figure out what his hold is on me I'll let you know. In the meantime, I'm just glad I over reacted and that he is doing better.
Chad???
"What are you going to do about Chad?" Jessie said.
"Chad? There's a Chad? Who Chad? When we get a Chad?" Me sounding as clueless as I felt.
This was a few days ago, the day before Valentines. I had been coming home from mom's and stopped in the grocery for flowers, as they were on sale. She pointed to the new guy working the Starbucks which was at the other end of the bakery, across from the flower stall.
"Well, I suppose that answers my question." she laughed for I don't know how long, her bubble gum pink lipstick nicking her bottom teeth. I swear when you are over the age of 23, any colour of lipstick other then dusty rose or camel should be banned. "He has been trying to get your attention for the last ten minutes."
I'm always trying to get a man's attention, then I get really suspicious when I get it. Like waiting for the other shoe to drop. I looked over at him. Nothing exciting really.
Blonde, blue eyes, over 6 feet tall, looks like he should be running marathons not running a coffee shop. And more importantly, so totally not my type.
Add to that he couldn't possibly been more then 22 himself. Too much even for this Puma.
"He thinks you're a writer." she continued as she wrapped my single blue rose.
"I am a writer. Just not published." Okay so now I felt like crap. She continued telling me that Chad the new Starbucks guy, was hanging out a lot with The Drama Queen on their lunch breaks the last week. So god only knows what she's been saying. The line up started to get fairly deep then so I took that as my cue to leave. But not before doing a full 450 plus smile towards Conrad one of the stock boys who works in the produce area. On purpose for Chad the new Starbucks guy to see.
Now, if only Conrad would do something other then smile back.
"Chad? There's a Chad? Who Chad? When we get a Chad?" Me sounding as clueless as I felt.
This was a few days ago, the day before Valentines. I had been coming home from mom's and stopped in the grocery for flowers, as they were on sale. She pointed to the new guy working the Starbucks which was at the other end of the bakery, across from the flower stall.
"Well, I suppose that answers my question." she laughed for I don't know how long, her bubble gum pink lipstick nicking her bottom teeth. I swear when you are over the age of 23, any colour of lipstick other then dusty rose or camel should be banned. "He has been trying to get your attention for the last ten minutes."
I'm always trying to get a man's attention, then I get really suspicious when I get it. Like waiting for the other shoe to drop. I looked over at him. Nothing exciting really.
Blonde, blue eyes, over 6 feet tall, looks like he should be running marathons not running a coffee shop. And more importantly, so totally not my type.
Add to that he couldn't possibly been more then 22 himself. Too much even for this Puma.
"He thinks you're a writer." she continued as she wrapped my single blue rose.
"I am a writer. Just not published." Okay so now I felt like crap. She continued telling me that Chad the new Starbucks guy, was hanging out a lot with The Drama Queen on their lunch breaks the last week. So god only knows what she's been saying. The line up started to get fairly deep then so I took that as my cue to leave. But not before doing a full 450 plus smile towards Conrad one of the stock boys who works in the produce area. On purpose for Chad the new Starbucks guy to see.
Now, if only Conrad would do something other then smile back.
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Boo Bitchcraft
"It's possible he's afraid because of the witchcraft?"
This sentence flopped out of my mouth during a conversation last night with Nura. She was talking about her mother, and I was still talking about Galvin.
"Oh crap! You said he was Catholic didn't you? Maybe that's an issue with him that he needs to get over. I still don't understand why he hasn't got a hold of you." She got up to let her dog out. "But Darling, in his line of work, I'm sure he's got people in his circle who are. Friends and coworkers I mean."
We both gave a giggle at that.
"But Darling, I have to get into the bath and get supper on. Earnan will be home from work anytime now." she said a big grin on her face.
"Oh crap. I forgot. Happy Valentines. Tell your husband I said hi."
"Oh I will. I have the batteries all charged up. Too much info?" she laughed seeing my blush.
"Um...huh.. Night. Have fun."
This sentence flopped out of my mouth during a conversation last night with Nura. She was talking about her mother, and I was still talking about Galvin.
"Oh crap! You said he was Catholic didn't you? Maybe that's an issue with him that he needs to get over. I still don't understand why he hasn't got a hold of you." She got up to let her dog out. "But Darling, in his line of work, I'm sure he's got people in his circle who are. Friends and coworkers I mean."
We both gave a giggle at that.
"But Darling, I have to get into the bath and get supper on. Earnan will be home from work anytime now." she said a big grin on her face.
"Oh crap. I forgot. Happy Valentines. Tell your husband I said hi."
"Oh I will. I have the batteries all charged up. Too much info?" she laughed seeing my blush.
"Um...huh.. Night. Have fun."
Monday, February 14, 2011
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