Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Hockey players are so charming, aren't they?

A few weeks ago I headed out to celebrate my friend Kim's birthday. We started with dinner at Chilli House downtown. I had prawns in a curry sauce over rice... YUMMERS! It was also only $13 and had a dozen prawns in it. Not like when you get a seafood pasta at most restaurants and pay $15 to get 5 teeny pieces of fish.

After that (and after hitting up the drugstore to soothe my heartburn... damn being a white person!) we headed to the Roxy. My friend had a reso for 20 people, but apparently over 40 of us showed up and we waited in line for an hour. Patience may be a virtue, but it's one I'm lacking. It sucked.

While we were waiting in line though, I happened to see someone I recognized. It was the NHL player that asked to "bang me" back in the day. Remember? What a coincidence! (Well not that much of a coincidence considering that team hits up the Roxy every time they're in town... but the fact that I was there that same night.)

Once inside, after a drink and a pee, I decided to go say hi. I mentioned that I'd met him before with my friend... and he was like "Oh who?" so I told him... to which he calmly replied "She's a whore!" and walked away. WOW.

At this point I was distracted: I had seen one of the Canucks walk through the door. The only reason I knew who he was is because Nicole had told me he was hot and made me look him up on the internet. I figured I had nothing to lose so I went and talked to him too. I should mention he was pretty shitfaced at this point. I walked by him and was like "Hey, you're ___!" and he's like "Yeah." We introduce ourselves. I tell him that my sister really likes him and he asked "What about you?" so I told him I'm undecided. I wanted to compliment him on the fact that the Canucks had totally kicked the other team's ass that night... so I said "You guys did really well tonight eh?" ... "Yep," he said, "I didn't play... But I still got paid!" Great. I had just congratulated a healthy scratch. Suddenly a guy and his girlfriend walked by and accidently bumped into the Canuck... so the boys started tussling! They weren't quite fighting, but they had their arms around each other's necks. I walked away.

The entire night the big group of hockey players were in one area... and every time I walked by to get a drink one of the kept checking me out and we kept making eye contact. Finally he smiled, nodded his head and motioned me over. He's not hot... but pretty cute and we started talking. I ended up chatting with him for about an hour. Then he asked me to go back to his hotel with him. "For what?" I asked, to which he replied, "Sex, make out, you know." At least he's honest! I told him I didn't think so. "Why not? I don't have any diseases" he stated. (Ummm sure. Do you have the doctor's printout with you?) I told him I couldn't because I had my period, which I thought would deter him. I was wrong.

We kept talking and a bit later he asked me to come to the hotel again. He randomly blurted out "I'll eat you out!" Ummmmmm... I was kinda speechless. "Do you remember what I already told you?" I asked and he said yes. "And you don't care?" I ask. "No." I'm pretty sure at this point I made a disgusted face, because he paused for a moment and then said "I'm just kidding!" He wasn't.

I told him that maybe my friends could come to the hotel with me and we could all hang out, but that we were leaving, so he took my number. He told me he's in Vancouver a fair bit in the summer and he'd call me. I'm not holding my breath.

I then had to wait in a 30-minute-long lineup to get my coat. When I finally left I thought I'd say goodbye... but he had already moved onto some whore that had kept trying to grind on him as we talked. As opposed to me, the girl with morals, she was a sure thing. Well, at least I was his first choice. Hope he doesn't get herpes!

In other news...

This morning I walked to the mailbox to send away my subscription to Cosmopolitan and also get the mail that I've let sit there for a few days.

Because of how it's been raining the last couple days after a month-long dry spell there were dead worms all over the sidewalk. It was pretty gross and took me forever to get to the mailbox because I had to avoid stepping on them

One of them was in the shape of a perfect R. It was weird.

The above picture is weird too. I was looking for pictures of R-shaped worms on the internet and I came across this. It seemed fitting enough.

Quote of the Day

This is my simple religion.

There is no need for temples; no need for complicated philosopy.

Our own brain, our own heart is our temple; the philosopy is kindness.

- His Holiness the 14th Dalai Lama

Monday, February 23, 2009

The Oscars

Best part of the night: The Pineapple Express spoof. Those dudes are FUNNY.

Next best part: Near the beginning of the night a Japanese guy accepted some award (ok it was Kunio Kato for Best Animated Short) and was making an acceptance speech that was barely discernable... until he said "Domo Arigato, Mr. Roboto." Awesome!

Best dress: I can't believe I'm gonna say this... but Miley Cyrus. Loved it!

Next best dress: Heidi Klum. I can't believe some German deisgner said she was too fat to work a runway. Hello... Gorgeous! If she's chunky then I'm a whale.

Worst hair: Penelope Cruz. Enough with the thick bangs! You're a makeup model... show off your face honey!

Biggest Biotch: Amanda whatever her name is from Mamma Mia. She was giving major attitude to Ryan Seacrest during the pre-show for some unapparent reason. Also, her dress was nast... as was her jewellery.

Sunday, February 22, 2009

The Printed Blog ... Pick Me Pick Me!

The Printed Blog is exactly what it sounds like. A blog (well multiple blogs) that's printed (go figure!) in newspaper form. It's available both online and in select cities. (Sorry, not you Vancouver. Go back to sipping your latte while enjoying the view.)

While already available in Chicago and San Francisco they are planning on publishing in New York soon. But, more interestingly, they are also planning a special global issue.

From a Facebook message I recieved: 2 pages will be in Spanish; 2 pages will be in French; 2 pages will be in Hebrew; 2 pages will be in Chinese; and 2 pages will be in English. [They] are going to distribute the paper in Beijing, Tel Aviv, Paris, Madrid, London, Mexico City, New York, Chicago, San Francisco and Los Angeles.

(Hmmm still no Vancouver.)

Now, the important part. They are looking for people's blogs to use. Hmmm now let me think... who has a super-awesome blog? Oh yes... ME. For being in the paper I'd get a portion of revenue from the ads near my part... but more importantly I'd have my writing in print. Meaning: I would be one step close to officially being Carrie Bradshaw!

So basically, this is my version of kissing ass. Pick me blog Gods... Pick me!

Thursday, February 19, 2009

Everyone Loves the Jonas Brothers!

The Jonas Brothers were on Ellen yesterday and took place in "Blindfolded Musical Chairs."

You may be impressed by the fact that I know all the names of the brothers. There's:

Old Jonas

Straight-Hair Jonas

and my favourite, Cute Jonas.

The Jonas Brothers claim to be virgins... but things got a lil kinky during musical chairs. Please review the evidence:

1. At 3:02 on the video the girl grabs the crotch of "Cute Jonas."
2. At 4:18 of the video "Straight-Hair Jonas" motorboats the girl.

Virgins my ass!

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

My Review - Tim Horton's Latte

I've officially tried the new Timmy's latte... and surprisingly it's not too shabby!

Cheap (About $2.50 for a medium)
Comes with the good kind of lid. Not the ones where you have to rip open and push into the slot and it won't stay down.
Good flavour

Made with 2% milk only, no exceptions
No decaf option
It's no Starbucks!

When I went through the drive-thru I asked the girl if they had sugar-free syrup and she didn't know. She tells me "It's a syrup shot." Obviously! Now go check if it's sugar-free, honey! After checking she assured me that it was (which I later confirmed on their website - 4cals, 1carb.)

She did say to me though, "So you want just the flavour shot, not the vanilla base then?" I replied "yes," but I'm pretty sure that as a latte it shouldn't have a vanilla base. Latte=espresso+steamed milk+flavour if wanted... am I right? Isn't that what Timmy's is trying to market now? "Real" drinks as opposed to their old cappuccinos that were from a mix? Either this girl was confused and has been making them incorrectly... or Tim's is the same as always.

One thing to point out is that it's still the same old Timmies... and you will need to go the the bathroom after drinking one!

Better than the lattes I've had from the Bread Garden. Good flavour and coffee kick for your price. If you want something super fancy to go Starbucks, but hopefully these will stick around for a while.

Tuesday, February 17, 2009


I heard a vicious, horrible rumor the other day... and from my best friend too.

She informed me that my future husband (or at least the guy I hope to have sex with at least once in my lifetime) is gay.

I'm talking about Taylor Pyatt here people!

Apparently according to her friend he hangs out in the "gay parts" of Vancouver all the time. (I'm assuming Davie street?)

So what if he hangs out on Davie? Maybe he just likes rainbows!

I don't really believe it, considering I read an article in the Vancouver Sun back when the Canucks first aquired Pyatt where he talked about living in Yaletown with his girlfriend, but I guess you never know. (Aside: stalker alert! I just Googled his girlfriend and she's actually pretty, but in a fake, super-long bleach blonde extensions sorta way.)

Either way Pyatt is hot. And really, what more can you ask for in a hockey player? Skills? Unimportant!

Here are some hot pics of Taylor (yup, we're on a first-name basis) that I thought everyone might enjoy. I also have some others that I got off the Canucks website that I can't just right-click-save so I'm working on it!

Turtle Turtle I did a Wordle

Yuh-huh, it does too rhyme!

I "Wordled" my blog and this is what I got. I likey.

You too can Wordle. Thanks Wordle. I like saying Wordle.

Monday, February 16, 2009

We're on a Roll!

For those of you who are enjoying the Canucks' comeback after their 9-game losing streak, well I'd like to say "You're welcome!"

I attended the game against Carolina 2 weeks or so ago, where they won their 1st out of 10 games and they've been doing well since. Before I went I knew they were going to win. I just knew. And I also became their self-proclaimed lucky charm. Either I'm psychic, lucky or both. Coincidence? I think not!

I attended the game with a friend of a friend. I drove out to Richmond to meet up with him (which took me like an hour 45 grr) and we headed downtown. Unfotunaely due to my lateness we didn't have time for dinner, so we grabbed some GM Place food. The 4-Cheese pizza is pretty good, except for the fake parmesan cheese makes it a little gritty. Like picnic pizza.

It was a great game. My sister even said after that I didn't deserve to go to that good of a game because I'm not fan enough. Well nyah nyah to you!

Here is the play-by-play accoring to me: We started out up by two... and then they scored. Then they scored again and it was called a no-goal. Then WE scored and it was called a no goal. Then they tied it up. I was pretty nervous when we took a penalty (way to go Ohlund) with like 3 minutes left in the 3rd period. As you all know, we aren't too good in shootouts! Then miraculously we scored on a short-handed breakaway and won the game. It was madness in GM Place!

The guy that I went with and I got along really well. He made fun of me for liking Pyatt too... but he did it in a nice way. I could tell he liked me, but I didn't really feel any sparks flying. I figured I'd go out with him again if he asked though.

Friday, February 13, 2009

Dream Big Danielle, Dream Big!

Last night I had a dream that I got with Chris Brown. I don't know if we did it in the dream... because usually in those type of dreams I can never actually see the guy's face, I just know they're hot. But, we definitely did a little kissing action.

The worst part though, was that in the dream I KNEW he was a WIFEBEATER and I DIDN'T CARE! I was saying "I still think you're a good guy," to him!

Honestly, what is WRONG with me? Maybe it's some Freudian thing and means something else completely? Help me out here psych majors!

Oh and speaking of that I also had a dream the other day that I was playing with baby tigers so if anyone knows what that means either I'm all ears.

Word of the Day

Aaaaaand the word of the day is ... drumroll please... "Piloerection." It's the scientific term for goosebumps.

Now girls can have erections too!

Next time you're cold ladies say: "Man... my arms have the hugest boner right now! Someone wanna take care of this for me?"

Or if you wake up in the morning and it's cold you complain "Wow... I have some HUGE morning wood today!"

Play with it... I'm sure you'll come up with something good.

PS. The "play with it" pun was purely unintentional, but shows you how my twisted mind works.

Thursday, February 12, 2009


I met a guy through a couple of girls that I used to work with a few weeks ago when we all played Taboo. I like games like that... except for the fact that they raise my blood pressure because I NEED to win. I'm sorta like Monica on Friends. It's a sickness.

I thought the dude was kinda cute except that he has these two mole things on his nose that I don't know why he doesn't get removed, but I don't know him well enough to ask about it. He's also smart and seemed funny so I agreed when he asked me to to to the Canucks Superskills competition with him.

The drive there was a bit of a gong show. First off he kinda scared me as a driver. I've been in 5 car accidents now, none of which were my fault, and when people drive a recklessly it makes me really nervous. This guy drove a little too fast (90 in a 50 zone when there were cars everywhere) and tail-gated a little too close for my liking. He also told me that since he knows how to park a big SUV that it makes him a good driver and argued with me when I said that parking and driving were separate issues. Fast forward and we were sitting in slow traffic around the Vancouver Flea Market and had like 45 mins to get to GM Place. He decided that it was gonna take too long so he turns onto a side road... which was a dead end, and then another which was a dead end, so we ended up where we started. I suggested we just go back then and take the skytrain down. I tell him we can go to Rupert where we can park super close, but instead of taking us there he drives us near Nanaimo station and parks us like 5 blocks away at his grandma's. Did I mention it's pouring, we have no umbrella and my coat isn't even waterproof? I made him take us to where I suggested in the first place and it was a 30 second walk.

We got into our box at GM Place just in time for the start. I took White team and he took Blue. What I had to deal with now were his repetitive, douchebag jokes. Everyone who knows me knows that I can take a joke. It takes a LOT to offend me, and even I thought this guy was taking things too far. It got to the point where I kinda had to be a bitch back to him, because I could only laugh things off and be cordial for so long.

First it was one after another about the Canucks lack of "skills" at the Superskills... That was until I told him that if he was gonna joke about it at least make the joke funny. Then he made constant fun of Pyatt because my girlfriend had mentioned to him that I have a major crush. I told him Pyatt was "man-pretty" and he started calling him my "man-child" and kept it up... and up... and up. The way he was acting was like he was actually JEALOUS or something. He mentioned Pyatt was slow and I giggled it off saying that he's big so he has lots of wind resistance... but I can only be witty and laugh something off so many times. I said to him "Whatever, you know you would do him. You told me. In the car on the way here. You must have a bad memory or something."

Another annoying thing was that every time my team was down he kept telling me that I owed him pushups. It was funny the first time when he said I owed 20. But then I owed 40 and then 60 and then 120. I went from telling him "sure sure" to "not gonna happen" to "you're delusional" until he told me that he was going to MAKE me do them. Not the right thing to say to an intelligent, independent girl.

If I had a way of getting home I would have just left... but I didn't. The competition finally ended (my team with Pyatt on it won... take that asshole) and we drove home.

I assumed the hatred was mutual... until he messaged me the next day saying he had fun and wanted to hang out again. WHAT? How could he possibly think that went well?


As you all know I haven't been doing a lot lately. I rarely leave the house during the day, and I watch a lot of TV and go on the computer. It's a hard, hard life.

Today I'm at home waiting for Sears to drop off our new stove. It's supposed to arrive anywhere from 12:00-5:00. Really? A FIVE HOUR timeslot?

The thing is that even though I probably wouldn't be going anywhere anyways, it bothers me that I CAN'T. How dumb is that?

I did go for a tan and to Starbucks this morning though. And after two tans I'm pretty toasty looking and loving it. Farewell pasty! I'm back to tanned and blonde!

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

The 40 Hottest Guys in the NHL

Well guys, just call me Ryan Seacrest because here it is, (in alphabetical order, and thank God I just checked that because I had a few wrong haha) ...

The Top 40 Hottest Hockey Players:

Sean Avery
Nolan Baumgartner
Rene Bourque
Gilbert Brule
Michael Cammalleri
Sidney Crosby
Marc Denis
Rick Dipietro
Mike Fisher
Jarome Iginla
Jean-Francois Jacques
Mikko Koivu
Mike Modano
Marcus Naslund
Shane O’Brien
Dion Phanuf
Carey Price
Taylor Pyatt
Vinnie Lecavalier
Kari Lehtonen
John Michael Liles
Matthew Lombardi
Henrik Lundqvist
Andrew Raycroft
Mason Raymond
Marty Reasoner
Wade Redden
Mike Richards
Marc Savard
Peter Schaefer
Brent Seabrook
Brendan Shanahan
Sheldon Souray
Jason Spezza
Martin St Louis
Jarret Stoll
Brad Stuart
Jose Theodore
Jordin Tootoo
Antoine Vermette

Stay tuned for the narrowing of the list including pics and links... you know, so you can stalk them too! ***UPDATE*** The Hottest Hockey Player Awards

And I don't care if they don't play in the NHL anymore a la Avery, or are in the minors a la Brule so I don't wanna hear it!

... and a one and a two

Last night I went with my mama to step class at the gym and it nearly killed me.

I was surrounded by fat ladies that were kicking my ASS! I reached a point where I was trying not to either a) pass out or b) puke... so I stopped with the arms and stopped with the peppy moves and just went through the motions.

Tonight I'm going to Hip Hop class. Hopefully I'll have a leg up on the old ladies at this one!

Monday, February 09, 2009

The English Language Explained... Well Partly

The English language has changed greatly over the years. We say "you" instead of "ye" nowadays, and gay means something entirely different than happy. (Not to say gay people aren't happy, you're seen the parades!)

More recently was the introduction of "What's up?" to simply mean "Hello." You often hear a guy greeting another with "Hey, what's up?" and a reply of "Yo, what's up?" No one says how they're actually doing. No "I'm good", no "Comme Ci Comme Ca", no "Shitty, my wife ran away with the dishwasher repair guy."

It's boys that do it more than girls... and dudes are the only ones to do this next one. They have proven that "I'll call you" officially means "goodbye." It doesn't mean he will phone you. It is a direct synonym for "later."

I don't understand it. I'd rather just have you not ask for my number so I can deal with the rejection at that time instead of waiting for 3 days to be rejected. But that's not the way it works.

So remember this ladies! It will save you a lot of wondering. "Talk to ya soon" means "See ya!" And if he's one of the old-fashioned guys that hasn't converted to the new English yet and actually calls then it's a pleasant surprise! :)

One Drunken Thursday

It was one of my girlfriend's birthdays at the end of January so we went out to celebrate. We did dinner at U-Lounge in White Rock. I really like the appies there and the atmosphere is good, but the menu is very limited. The soups sounded yummy too (butternut squash or cauliflower with truffle oil), but aren't available at night.

After dinner we were deciding whether we wanted to head to Mirage for a bit, or head downtown to Brandi's... where a friend of a friend said he was headed tonight with Colin Farrell. I was designated driver, and I wasn't about to let my friend hang out at a 19-year-old person bar when she had the chance to meet a super hot Irishman, so to the peelers we headed!

At Brandi's I shared my first lap dance ever with my friend. It was... interesting. I guess it would have been more fun if I liked poon, but at least I can say I've done it. Cross that one off the bucket list.

One of the bartenders there was super cute and I spent a bunch of time talking to him. He's a stand-up comedian downtown, which is pretty cool. The other bartender (who was also super cute and a comedian too, but shorter than me ugh) invited us to stick around after closing for a drink, so we stayed for a while.

After closing my girlfriend whose birthday it was showed us her moves on the pole. She thought she was pretty good. Keywords she thought. Then the two girls started what I can only call an "improv-off" by acting out a scene in which they were runway models who were overdosing on cocaine. They were flailing on the ground having fake seizures and yelling things like "You did 8 grams of coke!" I almost peed myself laughing.

The cute bartender invited us to come out to a party... but I told him that it was more of sleepy cuddle time for me. He's like "But we don't have any blankets!" and I said jokingly "What about pillows?" Well they actually DO have pillows... so he grabbed my hand and pulled me over to the couch and we chilled there and snuggled. Then he kissed me. It was nice.

As we left he asked for my number. I gave it to him and said that he wasn't going to call me anyways. He said we'll see... He didn't. Colin Farrell never showed up either. I was happy though... it had been a while since I made out with a boy, and I was due. Maybe my game is back!

Friday, February 06, 2009

Alli - CAUTION - not for the faint hearted

So as I've already mentioned I'm trying to lose a few pounds... and I also don't like to work at it... So I looked into that weight-loss pill Alli that I'd seen on commercials as the only FDA approved pill.

The way it works is by binding to the enzymes in your digestive system that break down fat, so instead of digesting it all 25% just goes all the way through. You know, like peanuts, or corn. Sounds good so far right?

You are also supposed to stick to a low-fat diet with only 15 grams per meal, which may be tricky (15 gr is close to the fat in a grande Starbucks Caramal Frappucino.)

According to them I shouldn't be taking the pill until I'm 167 pounds. "Well what do they know?" I thought to myself. That's when I read the possible side effects. Straight off the Alli website:

alli™ works by preventing the absorption of some of the fat you eat. The fat passes out of your body, so you may have bowel changes, known as treatment effects. You may get:

gas with oily spotting
loose stools
more frequent stools that may be hard to control

The excess fat that passes out of your body is not harmful. In fact, you may recognize it as something that looks like the oil on top of a pizza.

Pick a day to begin taking alli, such as a weekend day so you can stay close to home if you experience a treatment effect. Make the timing work for you. If you're getting ready to travel or attend a social event, hold off on starting with alli until the event is over.

You may feel an urgent need to go to the bathroom. Until you have a sense of any treatment effects, it's probably a smart idea to wear dark pants, and bring a change of clothes with you to work.

You may not usually get gassy, but it's a possibility when you take alli. The bathroom is really the best place to go when that happens.


Apparently experiencing these "treatment options" can be a plus though, by making you stick to the recommended amount of fat per meal. I guess once you poop your pants you don't really wanna do it again, therefore no "cheating."

Happy dieting guys!

for all you cat lovers out there

Cats are better than dogs.

a) stink ( I know you're thinking "MY dog doesn't stink" and guess what... you're wrong)
b) eat poop and lick your mouth
c) are only cute when they are puppies, with some exceptions (your shitzu is not the exception)

I came across a little video on YouTube that you may enjoy:

An Engineer's Guide to Cats

It's about cats and it's made by engineers. They are smart so they know what they're talking about.

Wednesday, February 04, 2009

Hottest NHL Players

Hey all. I'm planning on doing a post on the hottest players in the NHL and would appreciate any ideas you can give me.

I'm talking pure physical good looks here... I don't care if he reads to sick children or is a total a-hole.


Monday, February 02, 2009

School's Out FOREVA!

I have officially grduated. (With honours I might add!) Whoo Hoo!!

Our grad ceremony the most disorganized thing ever. So I won't really mention it. Except that Cerina, Teddy and I finally got our cheque for our award-winning table clinic "Bling-Bling No No's." Hells yeah $83.33!

I also wrote my board exam the other day. That's what I need to pass so I can actually get my lisence and work. 4-6 weeks and I'll know! I'm pretty sure I passed but you can never be 100%.

Now it's time to look for work. So far I've been avoiding that like the plague. Ugh.

But... if anyone knows of a dentist that's hiring a hygienist let me know! Preferably in the valley... Langley, Surrey, Abby, White Rock etc. I don't think I can handle commuting over the bridge ever again.

I'm a Loser!

I gained a few pounds around Christmas. Approximately 12. That's a lot on a little person. Well I'm not that little... But I know there's a problem when certain jeans don't fit me anymore. So I needed to do something about it. My parents and I are doing our own personal "The Biggest Loser." Tuesday mornings are weigh-ins. We are going on our 4th week now. The first 2 weeks I won, and last week my mom did. She's disqualified for cheating this upcoming week though because she had the flu and I can't compete with that. And I've also been pretty bad this week too. I've drank on 3 of the days, and eaten greasy food twice. BAD DANIELLE.

The good news is that I've lost about 6 lbs so far. Halfway there! My goal weight is 125, which may be a long shot, but is do-able if I really put in the effort.

JT Update

My girlfriend dragged me out to the Mirage the other night. It was the 2-year anniversary of her getting engaged to the guy she is no longer with, so I figured I couldn't say no. Plus, who doesn't love being the oldest person at a club, right?

Danny Fernandez was there doing an appearance. He's the one that sings that song "You can be my private dancer" ... Not to be confused with Tina Turner's "I'm your private dancer... dancer for money!" He had added my gf to Facebook and had been messaging her and texting her so we went to the VIP area to say hi. Well he kissed us on the cheek and then ignored us. Not to be a groupie for a C-list celebrity (unlike the girls hanging over the edge of the velvet rope trying to get in) we took off. He was really short anyways.

My friend comes back from the bathroom and mentions that she saw this guy JT who I had sort of been seeing in March/April and he was excited to see me. Hazy on the details? I was too, so here are some reminders:

We'll See

The Hospital is the Place to Be

JT No Mo

We walk over to say hi. I wave... and JT jumps up, runs over and puts his arms around me and hugs me really tight. Then we stood there, in slow-dancing stance for like 5 minutes just talking. He apologized for how he acted before and told me that I'm an awesome girl and it was all his fault. He said that he wasn't fully over his ex then and he is now and has matured a lot. Then we kissed. A few times. I don't know what it is about him... but there is just this crazy instant undeniable chemistry. We had to take off and he told me we'd hang out the next day.

That night he was texting me and then we talked for a while. He couldn't hang out the next day because he worked late, so we did lunch the day after. Then we went back to his place and watched a movie and cuddled. It was really nice.

And then... drumroll please... I didn't hear from him for a week. Sound familiar? And what do I do? Call him on it! I am so NOT cool. I was like "Oh I didn't think I was gonna hear from you," and he asks "Why wouldn't you?" and I told him that I thought it was just like last time. He says that we haven't talked so how could he be acting like last time... but that was exactly the problem last time... that we DIDN'T talk.

And since that day I haven't heard from him again. I have officially given up... AGAIN. Doesn't matter how great things are when we're together if we never are!