ice cream

July 12th, 2009
I admit, right now, I have an ice cream fetish. It's the love of my life right now. I love ice cream. There I said it. I admit it. I love ice cream. Can we move along now?
So, on this Sunday eve around 6:00, I am wistfully thinking of ice cream. I should not be doing this for I need to be working on home work. It's just hard to focus.
I think ... ice cream. Mr Stunnin. Ice cream. Mr Stunnin. ICE CREAM. MR STUNNIN. ICE CREAM! Hey! That's a good combo.
I call him. I ask what he is doing. He is at work. I tell him to leave. I want to go get ice cream. I would like for him to come with me.
He is game. Mr Stunnin picks me up at my house and we hit Dairy Queen. I get a chocolate Butterfinger Blizzard. He gets ... something ... I don't know. It was a chocolate blizzard too, but I don't recall. I was a tad into my own blizzard to pay attention to his.
After eating ice cream we sit and chat. I tell him I do not want to go back to "school" and he does not want to go back to work.
He suggests we go on a walk in the Dairy Queen neighborhood. It's a fantastic idea! Dairy Queen sits on the corner of this quaint neighborhood. We take off down the old tree lined street. The weather is nice, low 80s, sunny and there is a slight breeze. While walking I reach out to hold his hand.
We are swinging hands, like a new couple, which we are. We keep looking at each other and smile. Almost shy smiles. Flirty smiles.
We talk about our childhood. Where we grew up. Our crazy kid adventures. We point our scars on our bodies where we were hurt and share the stories behind it. We talk about our childhood friends. The conversation stays in our childhood. We were kids again.
The walk was about 30 minutes. He drives me back home and he gets out to kiss me goodbye. The kiss lasts longer than it should. Lots of deep breaths. Lots of not want to let go. But we have to.
I go inside the house and sit at the kitchen table to start my quizzes. I notice ... I notice I smell him on me. AGAIN.
It just lingers.
I send him a chat:

8:13 PM Nikki: I can smell you on me

8:25 PM Mr Stunnin: I'm going to take that as a compliment... I cannot get enough of you. :-o

Nikki: so you are saying you can't get enough of me?

8:27 PM

Mr Stunnin: That is exactly what I am attempting to say.

Nikki: it's my Pisces / witch in training magic

8:28 PM Mr Stunnin: So... are there any herbs I get to protect myself? Wait! Why am I asking the person, uh witch, who's working her magic on me?

8:29 PM Nikki: no herbs or pills. sorry.

you are screwed

8:31 PM Mr Stunnin: Damn it!!! Oh well, if I'm screwed then I'm bring you down with me. Consider yourself to be equally screwed.

Nikki: hehe

8:32 PM NO NEVER!!!!

Mr Stunnin: You just wait, screamer! You're so... totally going to be screwed!

8:33 PM Nikki: HA!

8:36 PM Mr Stunnin: I have to say, too, that you do have an odd effect on my penmanship. Usually, it's kinda more chicken scratch-esk, and I've noticed that after spending time with you it's more flow-ish/flowery/loopy-esk. Holy Crap, you really are a witch! Cool!

8:37 PM Nikki: YOU crack me up

9:24 PM Nikki: time to take the unit exam

9:25 PM Mr Stunnin: and she's off, a little slow around the corner, but she's a strong finisher folks ...

9:52 PM Nikki: I missed 4

9:53 PM 1 for misspelling, left off an "r" so she should mark that as correct. so missed 3.

9:54 PM Mr Stunnin: Out of how many?

9:55 PM Nikki: 53

Mr Stunnin: That's an A!

9:56 PM Good goin' grasshopper.

9:59 PM Nikki: thanks

10:02 PM ok ok ok. I am going to get ready for the final exam

10:03 PM Mr Stunnin: Anything you need from your private cheer leading section?

Nikki: nope, I am good

Mr Stunnin: I really only know, 'hustle, hustle.. use your muscle... go bears go!'

Nikki: . You are SILLY! Hey, my mom just came over and I am wearing a shirt & panties

Nikki: and I say "how do you like how I am dressed?"

Mr Stunnin: hahaa

10:05 PM Nikki: and she goes "Nikki, for as long as I have known you, you have always preferred to be as close to naked if not naked, as possible" then she tells me a story (which I have heard many of times) about how I would take all my clothes off when I was little and sleep.

10:07 PM Mr Stunnin: The more I know the more I like you.. I just can't put my finger on why that is... It's a mystery.

Nikki: ;)

10:08 PM you better like me for more than my tendency to be naked

Mr Stunnin: You have no idea!

10:09 PM Your natural curiosities are seriously cool.

10:14 PM Mr Stunnin: I do have to say that I look forward to chatting and talking to you, naked or not. There's a lot more going on in here than just that you look good naked. And, you can find a lot more about that after you finish summer school.

10:15 PM Good Luck Grasshopper!

He's cool. Yes?

getting to know you

July 10th, 2009
We chat with GMail. It is all day from when he gets in at 9:30 until I leave work at 5:00. I mean, we do work but we chat.
We flirt.
We reminisce about last night.
We both get hot and bothered.
I tell him "I almost took a ride on your disco stick!"
For some reason Lady Gaga stands out in both our minds.
Then I remember ... I do not know HIM!!! Not like I normally know a man at this point! What am I doing?? I decide to ask him some questions. I call upon Melissa B and Amy to help me with some questions ... getting to you know questions.
We talk about our dream houses.
We talk about our ideal family size.
We talk about our ideal place to live.
We talk about our dreams.
We talk about places we have visited.
It was a fun, flirty, getting to know you kind of day. I have respect for him. I trust him. I think we are on the same path and almost identical with our ideal lives.
I look forward to seeing where this goes.

I wanna take a ride on your ...

July 9th, 2009 - July 10th, 2009
As stated in the last entry, the first thing out of my mouth was "We are not having sex tonight."
He laughs. He agrees. He said that was not his intention.
My palms start to sweat again.
I show him the house. He likes where the "magic happens".
We go back to the living room. We sit on the couch. We get up and stand in the kitchen. We go back to the living room. We stand. We sit. We stand.
It's all nerve racking! What the hell?!?! I feel so under dressed! I feel un-pretty. I feel nervous. I really want a make out session.
An hour later we are sitting on the couch again. During the last hour we had nervous conversation. He has not tried anything. But damn, I guess I need to be the one to start.
"There is something I like to do. I like to sit on my man. Really it is straddling. Facing him." It is very true. I love to do that. For foreplay. For serious conversations. For fun. I just like to do it.
Mr Stunnin smiles and tell me to go for it.
I do. He is sitting on the couch. I swing my leg over and straddle him. We are facing each other. I smell him. Oh my gosh he smells so good. So manly. So sexy. We look at each other. I take my glasses off. THIS girl can not make out with glasses on.
We smile and I go in for the kiss.
It's slow.
It's start and stop.
It becomes awkward.
It does not feel right.
I don't like it.
We stop. I say "This will get better. We are nervous."
He agrees.
I touch his body. My hands go under his shirt. "My God you are hot! Not like Paris Hilton hot, but like fever hot!"
He is laughing.
"That sounds bad. You are Paris Hilton hot too! But I meant you are HOT, like fever hot." Oh my, there goes my mouth! I tell you what, some things that come out are not meant to be said! I am embarrassed.
Mr Stunnin says "You ARE Paris Hilton hot!"
"Thanks."
I lean in for a kiss and it gets all awkward again. It's not the right rhythm or something. It's just off. I don't like it. Oh my, if this is what sex is going to be like, I am not going there. It would SUCK!
I am still leaning in but move towards his neck. I give him butterfly kisses on his neck and say "I like aggression. I like to be dominated. I like for the man to take control." While saying that I think, 'this pansy ass shit AIN'T cutting it!'.
Mr Stunnin goes, "I don't know how far to take it. I don't want to scare you. I don't want to freak you out." His hands FINALLY touch my body.
Electricity is flying.
I look into his eyes. "Just take it. If I tell you to stop. STOP. Otherwise, just TAKE IT."
We stare at each other for a moment.
He takes my tank top off. He is watching my face to see if this is OK. He wants it but I can tell he is afraid to take it like I told him to. With the shirt off we both realize, hot damn, I am not wearing a bra! After 5-10 minutes of a heated, steaming, aggressive make out session he stands up.
HE STANDS UP!
My legs wrap around him. Remember, I was sitting on him.
He carries me down the hall to where the magic happens. SCORE!
I remind him. "We are not having sex tonight."
"I am well aware of this. Let me know if I am going too far." Mr Stunning sounds husky when he says this.
He places me softly on the bed. We make out a bit more. It feels right. It feels good. This is what I am talking about!!! WHOOOO HOOOOOO! He sits up and pulls my boxers off. Real quick like.
I am naked. I don't care. He is still dressed. I tell him to take off his shirt. He does.
Magic happened.
There was no sex.
He worshiped my body.
I am a lucky lady sometimes. After 2 hours of bliss I tell him I need to get some sleep. I walk him to the door, naked. He keeps smiling. He tells me often that I am a beautiful sight to look at. He can get used to it. He appreciates that I am comfortable naked. "Do you know what you are doing to me?!"
"Yes" I said. I smile. We kiss softly goodbye.
He leaves. I take a deep breath. I can smell him on me. I go to the bedroom to go to sleep. I close my eyes and breath his scent in over and over until I fall asleep.

isn't natural best?

July 9th, 2009

An hour before lunch I send a chat. I tell him I am thinking I want him to great me in a certain "special" way. Something special in the kiss department. He is interested and says he will see what he can come up with in the kiss department.

I have butterflies. My toes curl. This is BEFORE the kiss.

I am sitting down waiting for him to enter the restaurant. For some reason I beat him this time.

He enters and spots me right away.

My hands start to sweat. CRAP. He makes me nervous! Ah CRAP! I made myself nervous! I told him to kiss me with a greeting.

I wipe my palms on my pants. I swallow. I smile. He comes over and sits next to me. My heart starts to pound. I'm still wiping my palms. He leans in to kiss me and I think 'this is wrong' and I am so DAMN nervous!!! I know the kiss was good but we were sitting next to each other in the restaurant and it felt off. It did not flow. There was too much pressure. Way to go Nikki.

Moment = ruined.

He stands up to sit across from me and I immediately relax. Then he leans down and plants a quick one on me. THAT one I liked.

What the heck?!

My butterflies were gone. My palms were dry. My heart beat goes to normal.

I'm calm again. We talk. We laugh. We share stories. We talk about family. We have ME TOO moments. We get to know each other a little more. It was a fabulous lunch.

It's time to leave for I have exactly one hour for lunch.

I think about him all afternoon.

I do not see him online. I sent him a quick email before 5:00. The title is "I need a break!" and the email says "I have a confession to make. A little secret if you will. I really look forward to our first make out session."

I giggle. I wonder what he will think.

I leave work. I go to the gym. I work out big time.

I take a shower and get online. It's time for school.

He had sent an email and he is online. He told me in his email I made his pants hard to wear. HA!

I send a chat, tell him my school schedule, for you know, reasons. He wants to know the reasons. I tell him if I get done with my school work, I can have a break. He gets very excited. He is at work and between assignments I chat with him. I keep him posted. 3 out of 6 done. 4 out of 6 done. 5 out of 6 done. 6 out of 6 done.

11:13 PM Nikki: sooooo

11:14 PM Mr Stunnin: hmm???

11:17 PM I, very much, would like to see you tonight. If only walk your halls and see what tastes you have and what pictures you hang... and, maybe to kiss you, too. You know, only if you're a really nice girl though, a guy's gotta have standards. :)

Nikki: haha

standards?

11:18 PM what standards?

my house is a mess

I have not cleaned in a month

Mr Stunnin: haha

Nikki: I am not kidding

I have picked up

but it is not up to par ... my par

11:19 PM and I am wearing my glasses

no make up on

Mr Stunnin: Oooo.. really! I could see you with your glasses! Cool!

Nikki: no hair "did"

Mr Stunnin: Where did you put your hair?

Nikki: it's hanging up

11:20 PM Mr Stunnin: What, in the closet?

Nikki: bathroom

behind the door

2nd peg down

Mr Stunnin: Your hair is hanging behind the bathroom door?

Nikki: yep

Mr Stunnin: I'm confused.

Nikki: I am kidding!!!

11:21 PM Mr Stunnin: HEY!!!

Nikki: LMAO

Mr Stunnin: It is MY job to tease you... don't go gettin' any ideas girly!

Nikki: I'll try not to get any ideas

can't promise

Mr Stunnin: uh... huh...

11:22 PM Nikki: so ....

I need a game plan

Mr Stunnin: k... I'm game.

11:23 PM What can I do coach?

Nikki: ring

I call him. I give him my address. I warn him. I am in a tank top, boxers, glasses on, no make up and my hair dried naturally.

That says a lot for I have very curly hair.

I stand at the door and wait. I start to get excited. I run to the hall way to go to my bedroom to straighten up ... why? what for? My heart starts beating again. Hard. Loudly. I start breathing heavier. I walk down to the bedroom and stare in my room. I turn and walk into the bathroom. I have an urge to put make up on. I have an urge to fix my hair. I have an urge to look "pretty". I start to panic.

I hear his car.

I run to the front door. I HAVEN'T FIXED ANYTHING!!! HE GOT HERE TO FAST. IT WAS LIKE FIVE MINUTES. OH MY GAWD!!!!! He gets out of the car.

He smiles.

I let him in the house and first thing out of my mouth is "We are not having sex tonight."

outside the box

July 8th, 2009

We are again back to no communication. We have had 2 phone calls. 3 dates. A handful of chats. Otherwise, nuttin! Nuttin at all! It's been a month! Insane.

I think about him off and on. We have a lot of fun when we are together. We play. I am calm with him. I have that peace I need. I also have the insane desire to jump him! He is kind of a combo of Mr P and Mr Big Man. The passion with Mr P and the peace with Mr Big Man. Plus he is hot!!!!

Yet I feel I still know nothing about him.

Everything I have done with other men I have not done with him.

I usually have this whole "screening" process. I ask certain questions. I have a certain amount of phone calls. I send so many emails ... but nope, that has not happened.

I initiated our kisses ... that COULD be normal in a relationship but not the norm before the relationship. Everything is off kilter ... he took my comfort zone from me.

And I let him.

And I am only a little freaked out.

We chat briefly tonight with Gmail chat. I am "in school" - I'm taking online classes - and while I am in school he is at work - the evil blue empire.

I tease him that he works as hard as I do. He says he is working hard so he can be free when I am done with school. He works an average of 50 hours a week usually but he's killing it with about 75 hours now.

We see each other tomorrow again. Our 4th date and it will be during lunch again. One week from our last date.

I am very eager and I am very much looking forward to it.

he has a crush on me

July 2nd, 2009
Third date. Lunch date.
We have not talked since the 'ring' phone call. No chats. The 'ring' phone call was to figure out where we are meeting for lunch.
Mr Stunnin and I meet at a FANCY french restaurant. We laugh, giggle, just have a grand time. We talk about my studies, gym, friends, where we have lived and some hobbies we enjoy.
After 30 minutes or so I realized I really like this guy. I have no idea who he is but I like him. I'm going to make a move to further or stop the relationship (I have no time to date, remember ... damn school).
I decided to hit him with a hard topic but one that is important. Money. I want to talk about money. I start with what I think, how I spend, how I struggled to get out of credit card debt and I am there now, how I plan on not getting back into debt ... it was a complete money talk. I then asked his opinion.
He agreed with me. He may be a little more conservative than I am but all in all we agree! It was a hearty, healthy talk and again we had a lot of Me TOO moments! Afterwards we sat and smiled at each other.
I did find out with his new job he had a significant wage increase over his last job. Due to this he was able to apply a lot of money to paying off his student loans. He has 3 degrees. He said by Spring everything will be paid off. I can't imagine what 3 degrees cost but I know it's a pretty penny!
It was time for me to get back to work. We walked to the car. I am looking at Mr Stunnin. My face turned up. I had a smile on my face. It was sunny and there was a small breeze. I remember this for my hair blew over my mouth. He brushed the hair away and leaned in to kiss me.
Once again it was perfection. I don't have to teach him to kiss "my way". I don't have complaints about how his lips feel. It was perfect. I leaned into him a little and he grabbed me so our bodies were pressed together. Wow. His body. His BODY. His FREAKIN body! Think about pressing your body against a living statue of David. Swoon! The kiss lasted for a bit. A bit longer than it should. I do not recall who pulled away first.
I know we smiled at each other. I told him to have a safe trip. He was going back home for the holiday weekend. He told me to have a safe trip, I was taking my daughter to the Ozarks for the weekend.
Back at work I update my Gmail status to "I am made of awesome".
When he gets back to work he updates his status to "She IS made of awesome".
I send him a chat:

2:29 PM Nikki: I am made of awesome

never doubt that

2:30 PM Mr Stunnin: I'm bringing a spoon next time.

Nikki: haha! What do you mean?

2:32 PM Shawn: Well... I've noticed that you're also sweet, so I was thinking that I might spoon up some of that sweet awesomeness... could be good :)

2:33 PM Nikki: I have a secret

my mind went to a dirty place there

Mr Stunnin: {gasp!} No!

2:34 PM Nikki: NO!

no it didn't

never ... nope ... never .... ever ... maybe ... sometimes ... often?

2:35 PM Mr Stunnin: mmm... I'm thinkin' correct answer is 'often'. Yep!

2:36 PM Nikki: {shrugs shoulders & looks innocent}

I don't know what you are talking about.

2:39 PM Mr Stunnin: ooo... you're a dangerous cookie, too! Doing the 'innocent, sweet girl' all to very well. I'm gonna have to keep an eye on you. ;)

2:40 PM Nikki: k

you do that

At 3:00 he tells me he has to leave to catch his flight.
Two hours later I send him an e-card from someecards.com and it says "You have a crush on me." I then add "Am I right or am I RIIIIIIIIIIIGHT? Pray tell. Nikki."
He then sends a postcard 2 hours later via his iPhone and it says, "I'll admit nothing!!! OK, OK, maybe I'll admit that it is rare to have someone so indelibly inked upon my mind is such wildly vivid chronomagical colors. mmmmm. Have a wonderful trip. Mr Stunnin."

give me a ring

July 1st,
I call him in the evening and I get his voice mail.
I say "Hey! Give me a ring." I then giggle (who the hell knows why!). Then I say "Oh! This is Nikki!" Giggle some more.
Mr Stunnin calls me back. "What does your voice mail mean?"
"What are you talking about? I asked you to call me back." I am confused.
With laughter in his voice he says "No. You asked for a ring then giggled. What kind of ring are you talking about? Why would you say 'give me a ring' ... and then clarify who you are ... what kind of ring do I need to give you?"
Click. I got it! He thought I meant, give me a ring around my finger, not give me a call back. OK, he is a silly fool! My mind was not going there! Hasn't he ever heard of give me a ring? I guess people say "give me a ring BACK", but still!!! Come on! His mind went there! This does make me laugh. I tell him what I meant but to answer his other question, "the ring that you shall give me will be a princess cut. Remember that! Do not ever forget. PRINCESS CUT!"
That makes him laugh out loud.
He tells me I rock.
I tell him I know. With a princess cut.
That makes him laugh harder. He says he will try to find a princess cut from the gum ball machine.

keeping blog secrets

June 30th, 2009
We ignore each other again.
So the 2nd date was Thursday June 25th. Our next communication is Monday June 29th.
He updates his status in chat to "Nikki is awesome-er" late in the day.
I reply: thanks for saying I am awesome-er. I will not argue.
The conversation goes from there. Flirting back and forth again. I have a date that night with the gym. I tell him not to go; which is a lie for I want him to go ... us women are so confusing. I do not recall if I told you this but we belong to the same gym.
Anyways, he can't go. He is working long hours at work. I tell him I will "see" him online when I am at school. He likes that plan.
After working out and cleaning up I start school. At 12:17AM I notice he is still online. I am done with my assignments for the night. I send a quick chat asking him if I can call him. He says yes.
We have our first phone call!
We talk about religion, why neither one of us have been married (recall my Mr Right and Mr Right now speech), what we want from a partner, how sex clouds things and about love. LOVE! Anyways, he said something that really stood out. I told him my Mr Right and Mr Right Now and he says, "this is what I need. I need 'You. Me. Yes. Forever.' Once I think that then I know she is the one I will ask to marry."
Ahhh. It's kind of cave man like! Enter dream sequence { "YOU" he yells and slams down his club in front of me. "ME" he bangs his chest. "YES" he pulls me by my arm (in a loving way!) to the ceremony. "FOREVER" he bellows in my face with a smile. }
OK. Hmm. Dream sequence not so dreamy.
But whatever. I liked it! I really liked it for that is what I believe too! You, me, yes, forever! It was perfect.
We both also agree that once sex starts it's an automatic exclusive relationship.
I tell him about the blog. He wants to know the address. I said no way and then I ask why did he want to read about my past relationships? He said he would hopefully learn from it and learn more about me. I still said no. I told him how everyone had a nickname (the men do) and I never mention where I am. He gives me permission to write about him in here. For my girlfriends, please never reveal his nickname to him. I think he would be the one to Google it and find the blog! We can't have that!
The last topic is about seeing each other again. I look at my calendar and I am free on the 2nd during lunch. He is free too. We have our 3rd date scheduled.
Our phone call ends around 3:00AM and I fall asleep with a smile on my face (I might have drifted off thinking about a cave man).

would lunch dates work?

June 25th, 2009

I came up with a schedule with school. This does not look good. I can not date. I have no time to date. Let's see ... school or dating. School or dating? SCHOOL or dating. I hope it is obvious but I need to stick with school.
At the 2nd date I need to tell him I can not see him again until school is over. I have about a month left for the Summer Session.
Sigh.
After our day of flirty chats I am very eager to see him.
I have gym first. I run home to take a shower. Yes, I am dancing in there again!
Shower. CHECK. Make up. CHECK. Hair. WET BUT CHECK. Dressed. CHECK.
We meet at my favorite Italian restaurant. So far, every man but Mr P has taken me there. I always suggest it. They always like it. I know I do!
Once again it is so easy. We laugh. A lot. We have more ME TOO moments. It was FUN. But I needed to spill the beans on school ...
I tell him "Mr Stunnin, you know I am in school. I took on more than I can handle and I need to prioritize my life right now. I will not be able to date until school is over. I know I can't really ask you to wait but I can not mess up school. I do want to see you again. If you are available when school is over, which is about 4 weeks, can we pick back up?"
He asks "Do you eat lunch during the day?"
"Yes" I say and giggle a little. DUH!
"Why don't we do lunch dates? That way we can still see each other without stopping." He is looking at me intently.
I think about this. That is a really good idea. It also shows he really wants to see me. I have been studying 3 out of 5 lunches. I can get him in once a week. At least. I start nodding. "Ok, we can do that!"
We both smile.
It's time to leave. I have approximately 4 more hours of homework in front of me. I mention that to him. In the shopping center where the Italian restaurant is, they have a coffee shop. He suggests we walk there and get a cup of coffee. This man is after my heart! Can you tell?!
We stroll over there. Order our coffee. Laugh and flirt some more. We make it back to my car.
I like this man.
I don't know if he is going to go for the kiss. I want the kiss.
I pull him to me and give him the kiss.
It's slow. It's sweet. It's perfect. I open my eyes and look at him. I swallow. We are staring at each other.
I.want.him.
I turn around and leave. I head home and try not to think about him as I study.

status updates

June 21-25th, 2009

We chat online after the first date. It is not much. We have one phone call.
I am logged into GMail at work. Gmail has this thing where you can change you status to be whatever you want it to be. Work? Check. Lunch. Check. I'm eating a donut. Check. You know, just whatever you want your friends to know, you update your status to that. Like Facebook.
Alright, so, I'm at work listening to the radio and Lady Gaga comes back on. This time it is Love Game. ♫ Let's have some fun this beat is sick / I wanna take a ride on your disco stick / Let's have some fun this beat is sick / I wanna take a ride on your disco stick /Hey! / I wanna kiss you ♫
I update my status to : I wanna take a ride on your disco stick
He updates his status to : pogo stick is taking tickets for rides
Here is a snippet of our chat:

Me: Ohhh snap!
Him: To where am I to take the 'pogo stick' metaphor oh church-girly :)? No wait! Disco Stick?
Me: No comment! I plead the 5th.
Him: crap. Freakin Lola
I find this very funny. I can't tell him I want to ride his disco stick! Not yet at least! Later this day we play with our statuses. Both of us are putting up different lyrics to Lady Gaga. We hit one song or another. All with very sexual tones.
Oh! I did make fun of him for knowing who Lady Gaga was. Also for knowing the lyrics.
I update to : I am bluffin with my muffin
He updates to : I'm stunnin with my love glue gunnin
Hence, his nick name is Mr Stunnin.
This is the beginning of our chats. Long chats. Flirty chats. Playful chats. 6 hour long chats.
It is distracting. It is naughty. It is foreplay.
Our 2nd date is tonight.

poker face

June 20th, 2009
I wake up late. School is kicking my butt and I have been up late every night. I hurry to the gym and run. I go a full 30 minutes but skip the weights. I have no time for that.
I make it back home and I have 30 minutes before I need to be at the date. I open my laptop so I can dance in my shower. While I am waiting for pandora.com to open I see he is online.
I send a quick message "back from the gym. I'm hitting the showers". I giggle a little as I sent that. What man will NOT think of a naked woman?
I can be bad and that feels so good!
Oh wait. I don't know this person. I was bad and it does not feel so good.
Hmmmm.
Moving along, I see him type a message and after he hits enter it says "just finished a run myself this morning. I will see you there!"
My music comes up and I dance to Lady GaGa. ♫ Poker Face ♫
Shower. CHECK. Make up. CHECK. Hair. WET BUT CHECK. Dressed. CHECK.
Out the door I go.
We meet at the restaurant. He has an awesome body. OHHHH my WORD! NICE. You go Nikki!
We walk to the Farmers Market. Hey, it does not suck this year! There are more vendors. Lots of people. This was a good idea for a date. The conversation flows. I do not remember what we talked about but it easy. It was calm. I was attracted to him. Hey - remember me being bad earlier ... good girl Nikki! That was the way to go.
I see a friend at the Farmers Market. It's Jenni! She meets Mr Stunnin. We head back to the restaurant. We order breakfast. We have laughter. We have ME TOO moments.
I talk with my hands. A lot. I should have been born Italian. His eyes kept following my hands. I told him to stop for he would get whip lash. He liked that.
While there I see another friend. Megan. Megan comes over and realizes I am on a date. OOPSIE I can see written on her face but she stays. Megan wants the scoop! The 3 of us chat about drama of all things! Female drama that we see with another group.
Oh my. What does he think of me now? Whatever ... it's true. I am not a part of the drama but I like to watch it like a soap. If he doesn't understand or accept then he is not my man.
Three hours later I notice the time. CRAP! I need to get back to homework.
I tell him I need to go and why. I stay another 20 minutes just talking about school.
We walk outside, I wonder about a kiss but it is raining. I am wearing a white shirt. It's not a good idea to stay. I give him a hug. I feel his hard body against my body. I feel we fit. He is 5'11. The hug lasted longer than it should but it was right. I said we will talk later and I run to my car.
Starting the car the radio plays Lady Gaga. Must be a theme here. Before him and after him. Same song. She sings ♫ I wanna roll with him what a hard pair we will be / A little gambling is fun when you're with me, I love it / Russian Roulette is not the same without a gun / And baby when it's love if it's not rough it isn't fun ♫.
Damn does that fit.
I want another date.
I need to get organized with school. Get a schedule and see where I can fit him in.
He will be one that is fun to play with.

luka not lola

June 19th, 2009

The day before the date we exchange emails. Real ones where we try to learn more about each other. Here are some goodies:

I told him he worked for the Evil Blue Empire and he says:
Mwaahaahaa… I'm sorry, there's a new memo out at the evil blue empire requiring the intro to any outgoing email to include, as they say, 'an evil laughter, or its equivalent effect…' There was the usual idea requiring everyone to give the 'evil eye' to all new comers, which everyone knows is only ever supported by 'Old Man Jeb the Janitor' (actually, he's a really nice guy), but it's painfully difficult to enforce. Plus, no one can ever agree on which eye to use. You know, the evil blue empire didn't just arrive at this level of evil… it's a team effort. Go Team!

On what we are going to do on the date and of course, 5 more random things:

Mmm… game plan. I'd like to meet at (restaurant name removed), then go to the Farmer's Market, then eat. I'm flexible though, mostly I'm just planning to keep you on your toes all morning.

Five Random Things:

1. I'm growing a tomato plant (black krim) in one of those topsy turvy planters. It's far heavier than I thought it was going to be, and the wrought iron hanger it on is beginning to have a noticeable downward bend to it. Gonna have to replace or fix that.

2. My sign is Sagittarius. And, I hold zero stock in that, to which I've been told only proves my Sagittarius traits, to which I reply harrumph.

3. I have one brother and one sister, older sister, younger brother.

4. I live on the second floor, but not with Lola.

5. Turtles can breath through their butts… or so I've heard.

6. I drive a 2007 Subaru Forester, creamish in color, might be useful knowledge

So I replied:

Sounds like a plan. Trying to keep me on my toes and all on the first date.
Regarding Lola. I think her name is Luka. As in "My name is Luka. I live on the 2nd floor. I live upstairs from you. Yes I think you've seen me before." That Luka?? I am glad you do not live with her for her ass was beat. :(
To FUNNY on #5. GOOD to know. Good to know.
I hope to be accepted into an Allied Health program. My goal at this time is to be a sonogram technician. We shall see.
5 random things:
I am drinking iced tea right now. I really want ice cream.
I was locked IN my office last night. It was really funny. The door nob broke so it would not turn to open. The really bad news? I had to go potty.
I live in a house. It's just one floor.
I hope it storms tonight.
I dance in the shower. Well, not in the mornings.
I pandora.com all the time.
I did 6 (7 now) because you did six.
I just noticed you are in my chat. EEK! Damn GMail. Actually I am a GMail pimp. Pimpess? Regardless, I love GMail. I pimp it. A lot. My friend Melissa likes to make fun of me. Whatever, I just like GMail.
I have a terrible singing voice but I do not care. I love to sing. I sing everywhere. Often. Proud. My childhood dream was to be a singer. One day I was singing in the car with my dad and my sisters and that was when I knew I could not be a singer. He asked "who is singing like a dying cow?" Yes my dad said this. I was, oh, maybe 8. sniff, sniff.

So he replied:
I am so busted… You're right, it was Luka. My bad. I'll bet you a game of Hot Hands, if I win you have to sing the song to me, and if you win you have to sing the song to me. How 'bout it?
Seriously, you got locked in your office last night? That's funny, I'm still laughing at that. Did you get video? I'd like to see the video.
I had that EEK moment with GMail, too. I was all, I'm not ready yet… oh, wait.. she can't see me, everything is fine, deep breaths Mr Stunnin, deep breaths… no worries, eventually they were able to talk me down off the rafters. Actually, it was more of a 'I was not expecting that' moment, but where's the fake drama in that… 'cause, I'm all about the fake drama.
A few more random things:
You know, your shower must have a really grippy bottom or you have exceptionally good balance.
Hello, my name is Mr Stunnin, and I'm addicted to my Ipod.
I really like down hill skiing, and I'm pretty good at it.
See you tomorrow.

And the date begins in the AM.