Sunday, September 10, 2006

The rules of baseball

It was totally a high school reunion the other weekend at the club ... There were no less than 12 Mouat Alumni present that night at Vanilla Room... the night when I met this guy who we will call "binder." He had gone to my high school and college (and as I was surprised to find out my elementary school too,) but we had never really talked. I knew who he was, but that was it.

We started talking and hit it off. He gave me his number and I texted him when I got home from the club (I had to call a taxi because my asshole friends left me there alone!) He phoned me and we've been talking since.

On Tuesday we went on a date and totally clicked. I had fun talking and flirting with him and there was tonnes of chemistry. He told me he liked me and I told him I liked him too. At the end of the night we made plans to hang out again and I left him with a little bit of kissing.

So, on Thursday night (when we were supposed to hang out) I came home from work, got changed and called him, to which I recieved a "You have reached the mailbox of Binder" etc etc... so I left him a message (which went unanswered) and stayed home to watch a couple episodes of 90210. As much as I'm seriously loving the 90's flashbacks, I was seriously pissed. If you can't come out ok, just gimme a damn phone call! Strike 1 Binder Boy!

I caught up to him the next day; he gave me some lame excuse and I gave him a lecture. We made plans to hang out Saturday night after I volunteered at my work's annual golf tournament.

We talked a few times during the day, and I was tired so we were going to just chill and watch a movie that night. Then he called me saying that his friend really wanted him to go downtown with them so did I want to do that instead. I just wanted to relax but told him that he could do whatever he wanted. I was just glad that he had learned his lesson and called me instead of leaving me hanging again.

I missed his next call, but I got quite a surprise when I checked my messages... He had decided to go out and was just meeting up with his buddy (that's fine... ok) but his ex-girlfriend had called him and wanted to have "a talk" with him, and she was coming out too (maybe not ok.) He said that he told me the truth because he wanted to be honest with me (ok... that's good, he must respect me) but now today is Sunday and I haven't heard from him at all (maybe not so good after all.)

So I'm thinking that either:
A) they talked and decided to get back together
B) that they were never broken up in the first place and that's why he sold me out, or
C) she's pregnant.

Any one of these equals STRIKE 2 BIG GUY!!

More info to follow (when I finally get a friggin' phone call!)

Friday, September 01, 2006

Pimpin Aint Easy ... Or is it?

For some reason that is beyond me I have been very popular with the male part of the species lately... Actually it's not beyond me, I don't blame them. I'm damn sexy... Anyways here are the juicy details:

I was out with my friend the other night and met two of her boyfriend's friends One is not my usual type, he's brown and lives downtown. The other is TOTALLY my type: tall, big lips, a few tattoos ... YUM. Both of them asked her for my number and started texting me. I sorta blew off one but still text the other once in a while...You know, telling him about how I got new 400 thread count sheets.

Well as it turns out I think that the one I like is turning into a bit of a player. He was in a serious relationship for a looong time and I think he's rebeling now. Too much of a bad boy for me ... Big sis doesn't approve.

A little bit after that my other friend hooked me up with this guy on a double date. He was in town on vacation from working the oil rigs in Alberta. Yes, that means big moola! He was actually cute and we ended up making out a couple times, but of course he had to go back to the praries. He thinks that if he lived here that I would date him, but I dunno... I think he's a smooth talker. He's been texting me too though, telling me how he misses me and sending X's and O's.

If only I could find a guy that lives here, isn't a player, and will actually phone me and ask me out instead of just texting me. Come on guys, I'm not THAT intimidating!

Office Hottie

I entered this contest on the radio. You had to send in three hot pics of yourself at your office. If you were in the top ten then you got to compete in a fashion show to be Vancouver's "Office Hottie 2006."

Well I entered, and I was top ten and I got to be in a fashion show out on the street in downtown Vancouver! That's right, me up there on stage on Burrard and Robson struttin my stuff in a black corset, a mini skirt, fishnets and stilettos. It was hot. I didn't win... that honour went to a nasty girl with 3-inch long brown roots in her bleach blonde hair. She was a total butter-face, she looked pretty good until you looked up.

I did take home some free loot though. Along with the typical pen and magnet I got a shower radio and even a robe! (Note the theme ... robe=shower=naked.)

My sister and a bunch of people from my work all came out to watch ... One girl even made me a sign that said: "Hot Danielle Have My BABY!" Hell ya she did.

That night all the girls from work went out on the town. Two words: Gong and Show. We went to Republic, across to Caprice, back to Republic, then got kicked out of there because one of the girls puked(somehow managing to get it on my foot and my friend's foot at the same time,) then back in, then home. It was quite the night.

PS. After we put barfing girl in the cab the driver had to pull over 5 time to let her throw up ... I know niiiice.