Crash in Margaritaville…
Four weeks and my shoulder is finally healing a bit. It still has its testy moments but all in all, it’s better. It has to be. I have too much work to do and it’s slowing me down. I actually made out a list of things I need to accomplish before the cold weather arrives and believe it or not….I’m running out of time. Ick!
In my last post, I spoke about a couple dates I had lined up. I have another tomorrow for lunch but that’s another story which I will tell you about later. So…for all you out there wondering what goes on in a woman’s head, pay attention. I introduced Keith and Mike a couple weeks ago. I will start with Keith. After some conversation, Keith and I made plans to do some shopping (antique) and then have lunch in one of the small towns close by that has a great Margaritas and food. Keith knew up front I wasn’t looking for anything more than just someone to go to lunch with and have a good time…something NON-SEXUAL and PLATONIC because I need to step away from it occasionally. Seriously, it can be saturating at times.
So the night before our date, he has a “confession” to make. NEVER use that word to a woman before a date. Alarm bells go off all over the place. This is where I find he has been married 4 times, has this need for sex in a party pack and is looking for a woman who isn’t a PRUDE. Seriously? What part of Platonic didn’t I explain right? Prude? Me? Good thing he doesn’t know what I do for a living. STRIKE ONE! Ok…so again I explain myself BEFORE we meet up. He is fine with it blah blah blah. We walk around for a couple hours at the Antique place and then it was time to head out for lunch. I had been looking forward to this all week. We get to his Mini Cooper …~le sigh~ and he says to me…
“Do you really want to go to Margaritaville? I know a great place a few minutes from here”
Ok guys, here is the tricky part. YES…I wanted to go to Margaritaville but he is driving and being polite I will go with his suggestion and get my own damn Margarita’s! Can you hear STRIKE TWO ringing in your ears? So off we go in his lil putt putt car and he takes me to….wait for it…..COUNTRY BUFFET because they just lowered their prices! Nothing screams out “I’m not getting any and neither are you!” more than COUNTRY BUFFET. SSSTRIIIKE THREE AND YOUR OUT!!
So …I’m going to share a lesson with you guys that my Uncle taught me. When you ask a woman out, it’s because you want to spend time with her. There are no promises or expectations of sex except in your mind. YOU are paying for the opportunity to just spend time with her and show her the best time you can and maybe, she will want to see you again. Do NOT send naked pics of yourself before your first date. Do not hide things like a marriage or 14 kids….be honest and stop plotting to get laid. If she likes how you treat her, she might accept another date with you and then maybe more later.
Now I was curious what had happened with this dating fiasco and asked some guy friends I have. One guy told me “all men are dogs”. Sorry, I don’t think that is a good enough excuse. LOL. I like my Uncle’s advice. When you take me to dinner, it’s to show me you want to spend time with me…not to get in my pants and I don’t owe you anything. Time for men to step up and stop being “dogs “as my friend says.
I talk to so many of you in a day and I really like the guys I have phone sex with. You are hot, sexy, imaginative and just plain fun. I’m so glad I have you all to come home to when the cruel world outside spits me out at Country Buffet…LOL
Xoxoxox
Sydney
P.S. I will tell you about my date with Mike in a day or so. I need to recover now from this post…hehehe