Ever since I was a wee-little thing, I was attracted to the taller of sorts, and now.... still a wee-thing, my preference still stands tall.
Taller the better????...... well, to the eye maybe...... but is the heightened atmospheric pressure a result of these latest 'short-comings'?
Mr. 6'2-
With virtual strangers praising our union.... who would have thought my general suspicion would aid in unmasking what looked to be the flawless man?! Though his grand stature in most areas of life encouraged me onward.... my quest towards love includes trust, consistency, humility, and quite honestly a full head of hair. I just didn't see any of that in the future.
Mr. 6'4-
Just read 'Morning After Pill'.... if height proves to be a guarantee to a strange man, Mr. 6'4 solidified it. I'm done and joining a Convent.
Mr. 6'7-
Well, (sigh) Mr. 6'7. A vision of plenty. A future in the medical field, air of distinguished tendencies, great eye for fantastic jewelry, a man of many dance moves, and master of the bowling alley, this could really go somewhere. Perhaps a weekend getaway of basking in the sun will do this tower of a man and I some good.
Does taller mean better..... is choosing a man much like choosing a car. When choosing option A... does that mean option B & C are soon to follow? Or can we customize the packages? Of course not.... but it would be nice.
The question on my mind. Does height always equal strangeness?
Well, not quite sure...... I'll keep you posted on this latest experiment with Mr. 6'7.
Thursday, July 28, 2005
Wednesday, July 20, 2005
The Final Look
Well, to Nonna's I went to enjoy the company of past and present friends. For all who've been there, the atmosphere is left to stand all on its own and stands wonderfully tall. Rich walls, wonderful art, flawless lighting, masculine dark heavy tables, and oversized-impractical glasses: it is tied for second on my list of favorite restaurants.
Any who- though Nonna's is enough to keep me coming back for female lunch retreats, there is a mystery man, I am sure was hired to help solidify the ambiance. His wonderful square glasses, tailored powder-blue suites, perfectly 'product-ified' hair, and distinguished walk allows me to nestle in for the brief hour I so cherish with the girls.
Today I found myself distracted but approving of the noncommittal eye contact I was experiencing with this refined being. As lunch was winding to a close and eye-talk was underway, I decided to let the girls in on my little secret. Before the words could completely leave my lips, Ms. Discrete 1&2 turned completely around in their seats only to be met by his caught expression mirrored with my guilty smile. With our secret out, he dashed away to his duties.
Well, let the truth be known, he's pretty cute, but the gay aspect is definitely..... a definite. Very much into non-committal relationships at this moment, this minor road-block in our eye-relationship was permissible. He must have gotten nervous that he had fooled me into thinking he was walking the straight and narrow. Ever since others joined in on our secret, our relationship has not been the same...... throughout lunch.
That final look sealed the last deal that we would probably never look again.
Tragedy hit Nonna's today... tragedy and fear!
Will I ever experience their famous tomato soup again......?
OF COURSE, I'll give it a week.
Any who- though Nonna's is enough to keep me coming back for female lunch retreats, there is a mystery man, I am sure was hired to help solidify the ambiance. His wonderful square glasses, tailored powder-blue suites, perfectly 'product-ified' hair, and distinguished walk allows me to nestle in for the brief hour I so cherish with the girls.
Today I found myself distracted but approving of the noncommittal eye contact I was experiencing with this refined being. As lunch was winding to a close and eye-talk was underway, I decided to let the girls in on my little secret. Before the words could completely leave my lips, Ms. Discrete 1&2 turned completely around in their seats only to be met by his caught expression mirrored with my guilty smile. With our secret out, he dashed away to his duties.
Well, let the truth be known, he's pretty cute, but the gay aspect is definitely..... a definite. Very much into non-committal relationships at this moment, this minor road-block in our eye-relationship was permissible. He must have gotten nervous that he had fooled me into thinking he was walking the straight and narrow. Ever since others joined in on our secret, our relationship has not been the same...... throughout lunch.
That final look sealed the last deal that we would probably never look again.
Tragedy hit Nonna's today... tragedy and fear!
Will I ever experience their famous tomato soup again......?
OF COURSE, I'll give it a week.
Tuesday, July 12, 2005
My Only Absolute: Do Life in Heels
In the middle of another relentless work day, a dear colleague and I ran to grab something sweet. In the middle of spiraling down the drive she said, "REINER, MARRY SOMEONE COMPLETELY WEALTHY! NOT RICH, BUT WELL-OFF!!!!!!!!!!! YOU DO NOT DESERVE THIS, YOU DO NOT DESERVE TO WORK!!!!" As a result of this order, I slammed on my breaks to evaluate my life and catch my breath.
Now, mind you, she is my precious friend from way-back-when who is happily married and is well on her way to one day being a super-stay-at-home-mom, but this random outburst just killed me. I just looked at her and said, "Blessed, that is the nicest thing you've ever said to me!"
Now, I am not the typical money magnet and frankly (contrary to popular belief) am quite low-maintenance as far as wining and dining goes, but we must listen to the advice of our friends..... we must. I don't deserve to work... okay!
I shall be the Queen Bee Volunteer mom with a great tan, amazing running schedule, perfectly groomed children, exotic marriage, dressed in stunning ivory all the time, 2 dogs, and fresh flowers in every room...... all the while doing life in heels!
I don't know whether to delete or laugh at the audacity of this vision. As always.... I'll laugh.
Well, the only absolute I know is: do life in heels. The rest is............. thankfully out of my hands.
Now, mind you, she is my precious friend from way-back-when who is happily married and is well on her way to one day being a super-stay-at-home-mom, but this random outburst just killed me. I just looked at her and said, "Blessed, that is the nicest thing you've ever said to me!"
Now, I am not the typical money magnet and frankly (contrary to popular belief) am quite low-maintenance as far as wining and dining goes, but we must listen to the advice of our friends..... we must. I don't deserve to work... okay!
I shall be the Queen Bee Volunteer mom with a great tan, amazing running schedule, perfectly groomed children, exotic marriage, dressed in stunning ivory all the time, 2 dogs, and fresh flowers in every room...... all the while doing life in heels!
I don't know whether to delete or laugh at the audacity of this vision. As always.... I'll laugh.
Well, the only absolute I know is: do life in heels. The rest is............. thankfully out of my hands.
Wednesday, July 06, 2005
Morning After Pill, please!
It all started so sweet, a relationship of less than 2 days, face-to-face for only 5 minutes, and 2 phonecalls: destiny. Apparently he saw me from afar, did some research, asked some questions, and stepped up to bat by walking through my office door; all of which I find extremely appealing... however, one must remember there is a fine line between pleasantly persistant and seriously scary. I, unfortunately became aware a little after handing over my digits of what side of the line I found him to be.
Older in age, he just seemed rather grounded- beyond the games I am able to smell a mile away. Well, my nose must have had the sniffles, because this lad was teetering over the edge. I should have grabbed the red flags and ran, but feeling adventurous, I adjusted my blinders and marched my way to the restaurant where he and HIS MOTHER were having dinner. He apparently was very eager for the two women in his life to meet.
As I entered the darkened lower level of the restaurant, I should have listened to my intuition and ran back up the stairs. Well, obligation and his everything-but-subtle gestures lured me in and found me trapped in the moment. As if our awkward embrace was not enough, the refreshing misters gave off the seductive appearance of a frightening alley-way. His daunting-deliberate eye contact kept me questioning, "So, do I have clothes on right now....????". Using my arms to cover my bare skin, I put on my tolerating charm to make the night as bearable as possible. Out of charm's control was what came from his mother's mouth:
Mr. 6'4: "Well, didn't I tell you mom?"
Pressure Cooker: "Well honey, you sure do choose them. Dark hair, dark eyes, olive skin...... oh I shouldn't have said that..... that may add pressure."
Mr. 6'4: "Well, I know we haven't made it official, but we've definitely talked about it."
Wait.... what.... am I here? And make what official.... the fact that I'm about to jump in the canal and swim my way to safety is the only thing that will be made official!!!
I managed to veer the conversation away to something more.... uncomfortable... resulting in him spouting bible references at me. Oh, the laws of being socially flawless were almost thrown to the wind, as I casually stretched out my arms and announced my need to prematurally depart from this 'family gathering'.
As we walked through the streets, dear mom announced that she was going to 'look at something over there'........... coincidentally leaving her only child to walk me through a darkened parking lot!!! Utterly speechless at this amazing double team tactic, my responses got short, steps fastened, and the goal of getting to my car was the only thing on my mind. I strategically opened my car door before he could act on his obvious intensions, nodded and soaked up the obvious hand of God that was over me---- all joking aside, not kidding.
Though I love watching men seek out their prey, strategize, and go in for the kill- this was a bit too much like an actual hunting escapade. A great scene through Africa, but not along the streets of OKC. As for this pro-pitcher, he had better take his game elsewhere.
I mean.... really, what the HELL was I thinking? Does anyone have any extra skin, I think mine is still crawling.
Older in age, he just seemed rather grounded- beyond the games I am able to smell a mile away. Well, my nose must have had the sniffles, because this lad was teetering over the edge. I should have grabbed the red flags and ran, but feeling adventurous, I adjusted my blinders and marched my way to the restaurant where he and HIS MOTHER were having dinner. He apparently was very eager for the two women in his life to meet.
As I entered the darkened lower level of the restaurant, I should have listened to my intuition and ran back up the stairs. Well, obligation and his everything-but-subtle gestures lured me in and found me trapped in the moment. As if our awkward embrace was not enough, the refreshing misters gave off the seductive appearance of a frightening alley-way. His daunting-deliberate eye contact kept me questioning, "So, do I have clothes on right now....????". Using my arms to cover my bare skin, I put on my tolerating charm to make the night as bearable as possible. Out of charm's control was what came from his mother's mouth:
Mr. 6'4: "Well, didn't I tell you mom?"
Pressure Cooker: "Well honey, you sure do choose them. Dark hair, dark eyes, olive skin...... oh I shouldn't have said that..... that may add pressure."
Mr. 6'4: "Well, I know we haven't made it official, but we've definitely talked about it."
Wait.... what.... am I here? And make what official.... the fact that I'm about to jump in the canal and swim my way to safety is the only thing that will be made official!!!
I managed to veer the conversation away to something more.... uncomfortable... resulting in him spouting bible references at me. Oh, the laws of being socially flawless were almost thrown to the wind, as I casually stretched out my arms and announced my need to prematurally depart from this 'family gathering'.
As we walked through the streets, dear mom announced that she was going to 'look at something over there'........... coincidentally leaving her only child to walk me through a darkened parking lot!!! Utterly speechless at this amazing double team tactic, my responses got short, steps fastened, and the goal of getting to my car was the only thing on my mind. I strategically opened my car door before he could act on his obvious intensions, nodded and soaked up the obvious hand of God that was over me---- all joking aside, not kidding.
Though I love watching men seek out their prey, strategize, and go in for the kill- this was a bit too much like an actual hunting escapade. A great scene through Africa, but not along the streets of OKC. As for this pro-pitcher, he had better take his game elsewhere.
I mean.... really, what the HELL was I thinking? Does anyone have any extra skin, I think mine is still crawling.
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