Cry Me A River…

It’s Wednesday night. I’m over a friend’s house relaxing and planning events for the evening when I receive a phone call. It’s none other than the thorn in my side, confusing miss third “board” girl.

I preface what I’m about to reveal by adding this fact; on Monday she texted me asking what I was doing Wednesday evening and if I was interested in hanging out with her and some friends.

When Wednesday came rolling around I texted her at noon to see what the plan was for the evening. She said she’d call me and let me know. She never called. So I said, “Screw it. I’ll do my own thing tonight.”

Getting back to the point, she calls Wednesday and sounds somewhat distraught. Like a sucker, I pretend to be concerned and try to play the understanding “save the day” knight in shining armor by asking what’s wrong and offering my metaphorical “shoulder to cry on.”

The Last Hurrah…

“College is a single guy’s playground. Go play, Ed….Go play.”

I was having yet another discussion with some peers when an interesting perspective was presented to me about college graduation and how this turning point in a young person’s life may or may not affect their dating or relationship situation.

A fellow single friend pointed out that after his graduation, upon entering the real life, full-time, 9-5, work force grind known as life, his potential dating options had slimmed down quite a bit.

“Let’s Just…See Where Things Go”

“Let’s Just…See Where Things Go,” is what she said. 

She says that and every guy in America cringes.

I know fellas, I know. GRRR.

We all know what it means. It’s a one way ticket down the dead end trail to relationship catastrophe.

Tuesday of this week I invited third “board” girl over for some grub and more personal conversation.

Why is She so Confusing???

I had pretty much written things off. I didn’t expect any further communication between third “board” girl and I.

I was content with that.

Now, I have no idea what I’ve gotten into. All I know is that I’m knee deep in it.

Wednesday night, with nothing else to do after a really slow evening of class, I somehow found myself on the phone with third “board” actually having an intellectual conversation.

What’s better? Instead of confusion and frustration, it was enjoyable. Playful and fun actually. She’s very honest, but also very sarcastic. This goes well with my cynical and sardonic sense of humor.

You Get What You Give

It’s as old civilization, spanning back to Christ’s Golden Rule and the Buddhist belief in Karma, even as far back as ancient Mesopotamia with the Great Hammurabi and his Codes.

What goes around, comes around.

Case in point: You Get What You Give.

Third “Board” girl, i.e. the one I work with, decided to call me at 4am, for who knew what reason. If I had to guess, which I did the next morning while frustrated with myself for even trying to return her call, the sudden urge to contact me now probably had something to do with the fact that I completely ignored her during our shift the previous evening.

Beachhouse

I’m laying on my back on a foldout couch
I hear footsteps pressing down the stairs
A shadow peers overhead I open my eyes
An angel reaches and caresses my jawline
Lowers down to me as I close my eyes
Her pursing lips connect with mine
Wishes me good night and I love you
Without ever uttering or mumbling a word
Then quietly floats back upwards
To the Heaven from which she descended
I lay there thinking nothing of it at the time
For this moment meant the world to her
That I am sure of
Where as for me
It should have meant more
Now I reflect upon moments like these
Reliving them in my head
And I realize how many times I took for granted
All that I had and could have ever wanted
The whole time I spent wanting more
Fiending for more carnal desires
While so many special moments passed by
I should have paid more attention
I should have been more patient
I should have been more understanding
And I should have loved her more
I should have been grateful
These are the lessons I have learned
I will not make the same mistakes twice.

It’s Just…Fraud?

If up late enough or home with nothing to do in the mid-afternoon, you may catch a clever little commercial for a company called, “It’s Just Lunch.”

If this commerical peaks your interest like it did mine, hence this report, you’ll find yourself referring to the franchised dating service provider’s website where anyone can find a link to the 100 nationwide locations that hold an It’s Just Lunch, (IJL), establishment.

“The Dating Service for Busy Professionals” provides what they claim to be an easy, efficient, and results producing way for overworked busy-bodies to meet new people and bolster their dating life. The site offers everything from dating facts, suggestions and advice to alleged testamonials from the Wall Street Journal and current IJL clients all not-too-suprisingly offering positive feedback on IJL’s services.

Blissful Weekend of Work

With work Thursday thru Saturday nights and homework to top if off, not too much will be happening in the way of dating or social events.

I was planning on heading down to Baltimore with friends to celebrate one’s birthday while taking in the club/bar scene at B-more’s Inner Harbor.

Instead, I will be catering to the likes of drunken fraternity brothers and potentially sober girls trying to avoid eye contact and other forms of communication with these sophisticated single studs.

One interesting note about these next two workdays is that I will more than likely come into contact with lil’ Miss Invisible, aka third “board” girl.

I mean, what was she thinking when she decided it’d be a good idea to just stop communicating all-together with me? Was she so nearsighted or dense that she failed to consider the fact that we work together and would probably be seeing each other again in the near distant future? How could anyone with half a brain overlook that?

 Tip GIRLS: If you don’t like a guy, or for some reason, things just don’t work out, don’t play the “let me ignore him until he goes away” card so generously. Granted, I will applaud this method’s effectiveness, it will get the job done as the guy will get the hint and leave well enough alone. However, there may come a point, as in this case, where you may end up dealing directly with that same guy that you so easily gave the brush off to. And now what do you do?

 It’s quite comical, actually.

I’m not sure what i’m expecting but, it won’t be anything much. I’m just wondering if she’ll still have both hands attached to her body, seeing as how that would be the only excuse for suddenly not being able to pick up a phone or reply to a message.

We’ll see.

Should be interesting,

Posting,

E.Ricci

Quote it

“I was never one to patiently pick up broken fragments and glue them together again and tell myself that the mended whole was as good as new. What is broken is broken — and I’d rather remember it as it was at its best than mend it and see the broken places as long as I lived.” -Margaret Mitchell

To Call or Not to Call

Ugh…I dread this part of the ridiculous song-and-dance known as dating.

It’s called, “The Phone Tag Game.”

To call, or not to call? That is the question. Whether tis nobler in the mind to put thyself out there and swallow thy ‘manstones’ and call m’lady. Or tis better to hold desperately onto oneself’s pride and resist over-pursuing in vain?

Enough makeshift Shakespeare. The short of it is this; it’s been nearly four days since I’ve heard anything from the third “board” girl. I’ve been pursuing up until this point.