Um....What?!

The other day I was having lunch with one of my closest girlfriends and she just had to call me out about one particularly embarrassing moment of mine. Since I have called out a few people on this "dating" blog, I decided it was now time to turn the tables and tell you a story about me.

I meet "Guy" thru said girlfriend above, he took me out to dinner and a movie, things were great, next week rolled around and he asked if I would like to come over to his house to hang out and watch a movie, and to bring my mini-me. I was very excited and after work, ran home, picked up my girl and called Guy to find out directions. He was living in a rental house with his parents, since their house had burnt down only a few months earlier, he didn't exactly have the best directions to the new place. He told me that his truck would be outside and that his dad would be also be outside so I would know it was their place.

I got semi-lost but after a couple quick turns I found myself staring at his dark blue Dodge 1500, I parked my car along the curb, grabbed little Kyra out the backseat and headed up the driveway. His dad walked out of the garage door and we exchanged "Hello's" and I followed him up the steps while saying "I guess I'll just follow you!" I was extremely chipper and nice trying to put on a good first impression to Guy's dad. He gave me a funny look which I assumed was because I had Kyra but let me in the door and I walked into the kitchen and met and introduced myself and Kyra to Guy's mom, and his brothers and sisters.

I took notice that Guy had REALLY young brothers and sisters...my daughters age young. We made our way to the living room and I kind of stood there awkwardly for a moment with his parents before I finally asked where Guy was. "Guy?" said the dad, "We don't have a Guy at this house."

Silence. My mouth dropped completely open when I finally realized I was at the wrong house! "Um....What?! Does Guy live here?"

"Who you looking for sweetie?" Said mom, as I'm slowly walking backwards towards the front door, with my heart in my throat and barely breathing.

"Guy Davis"

"Yeah, sweetie, never heard of him, and he definitely doesn't live here, but we'll help you find him"

At this point I am shocked, embarrassed, and just looking for a way out of the house, I get to the front door and dad is still trying to help me get directions, I throw open the front door, run down the driveway with Kyra in my arms and turn around and yell "I'm not from around here!" Yes, that is the only thing I could think of to say at that exact moment to help myself not look like a complete idiot. It didn't help I'm sure.

I open the car door, put my one year old on my lap and drive away with mom, dad and four little kids in the driveway staring at me. I had to pull over a few blocks away to catch myself.

For your information I did eventually find Guy's house. ;)

Xoxo

Yeti-Set-Go!

Now before I begin with this story, let's get one thing clear, I do not discriminate when it comes to men. I love all types, big or small, black or white. I just love men. I've dated everything from Cowboys, to Ganstas, Nerds to Jocks. Just wanted to get that out in the open.

I work for a pretty nice company, I actually love my job, I don't talk to very many people in my department since most happen to be older. One of the closest to my age just happens to look a lot like Big Foot. I would say he almost looks primative, 6'7 with massive shoulders, a nose that takes up his entire face and when he walks his hands are turned and curled much like an apes. If you were to take a look at him you would quickly believe in Darwin's "Theory of Evolution". We will call him Yeti.

Yeti and I never said a word to each other, until one day, I just happened to be standing at the printer. It was Friday, almost the end of the day and I was in a good mood. Yeti comes walking past me to his desk and I just look up, smile, and tell him that maybe if he smiled once in a while, I wouldn't think he was so miserable. Big mistake.

Not even five minutes later, an Instant Message pops up on my screen from Yeti, commenting on how he isn't miserable, and talking to me would really make him smile more. Gag. I've told you all before and I'll tell you again, but I am honestly just too nice for my own good. I try and be nice and just talk to Yeti, in a friendly manner, but soon I notice he's trying to flirt. 5:30 rolls around and I quickly log off my computer and head out the door, when sure enough as I'm pushing open the big glass doors a hand the size of a baseball glove hits the door above my head, I turn around and Yeti is following me out the door. Seriously, he's scarier close up. I tell him to have a nice weekend and bolt it to my car.

Monday comes along. I haven't been logged in my computer for less than a minute before Yeti pops up on my screen. Again, I'm just too nice. He asks if he can see pictures of my daughter and show me pictures of his son. Of course. All of the sudden I see a hand come over the side of my cubicle, accompanied by a nose and two scary looking eyes. I literally have to stand on a chair to see the top of my cubicle, and this man is standing on the ground looking IN my cubicle. He hands me a stack of pictures, I go through them and notice in one that he is with a woman, when I ask who it is, he tells me...his wife. I did notice then that he was wearing a wedding band, which actually calmed my fear of him a little.

Until....Yeti asks me on a date. Yes people, the married gargantuan father of one asked me on a date to a Real Salt Lake soccer game. I am curious, so I when I asked him about his wife he replied that they were "separated". I'm sorry, but does anyone else see a huge problem with this situation?

One-Yeti, just came BEHIND my desk to show me pictures of his wife and kid. Two-I do not date married men, and even if he were divorced/single whatever, I'd still say no because of reason three-being alone with him would make me fearful for my life.

I was nice. I told him that I couldn't date a married man and that I don't date anyone if I have to be kept a secret. I also threw in that I make it a rule not to date any co-workers. Since then any time Yeti tries to strick up a conversation with me, I don't respond, I just close the conversation. I think he's slowly getting the hint. Just my luck though, that once I'm actually single and ready to mingle, I get asked out my a damn Sasquatch.

Happy Dating :)

The Blind Side

My dear sweet, sister-in-law Kelli is on a mission. She is determined to help me meet my match. She has gone thru everyone of her friends on Facebook, every family friend, every co-worker and has finally found one guy she thinks I should try to go out with. He is 31, with twin girls and tattoos. Tat-daddie is what we will call him.

Now Kelli and her friend Candace approached Tat-Daddie and asked him if he was single and if he would be willing to go out on a date with me. He said only if I was cute. Well Kelli only had to show him one facebook photo of me and he was on board. Numbers were exchanged and I was sent an email that said I should be expecting a phone call soon.

I have to say, I'm excited about the potential date, but blind dates make me just as nervous as anyone, but it is 2010, so there doesn't have to be anything blind about this at all. I quickly typed in Tat-Daddies names on facebook and BAM! There he is. Anything I needed to know about my potential hunka-hunka is there. I now know anything about him that would be discussed on a first date, his interests, his work, the kind of music and movies that he likes. This internet speed dating business is the shiz.

I take a look at a couple of pictures and yes, he is quite adorable. I'm on board at this point. Nothing as of yet has scared me away. I had to wait a full 24 hours to recieve a text from Tat-Daddie, and it was right in the middle of my very busy work day. I barely got to talk to him and I had to apologize about not being able to talk to him, because he was not just texting, he was writing short novels trying to get to know me. I have a feeling that we will be going out this weekend and I am extrememly nervous.

Do people really meet their better-halves thru blind dates? I'm really going to put my love life in the hands of my sister-in-law, going off just her word that she thinks this guy will be good for me? What if my heart gets broken? Do I go to her crying and feeling mildly annoyed with myself for letting her take over?

I guess we'll all have to see. Wish me luck my friends, and let the blind dating begin!

Friends Ex's

There is an invisible line that has been drawn on dating your friends ex, but when, if ever, does that line get removed? I've recently been talking to a guy that I'm not quite sure if I'm completely interested in dating, but I do enjoy talking to him and I think hanging out with him would be an experience that would be...interesting. Problem is, that my friend dated him for two years and now they aren't really on speaking terms at all. My friend has completely moved on, is now in a happy and stable relationship, but is a few dates worth risking our friendship?

Now, I've recently adopted the motto that I don't date my ex's friends, so I guess it should be the same with I won't date my friends ex's? Then how many people does that cut out of my available bachelors? About all but two. I will admit though, unless I had moved on, that I wouldn't handle it so well to see one of my friends with my ex.

I have a group of guy friends that this rule doesn't seem to apply at all. They share girls like girls share secrets. I don't see how this works out without them ever fighting but it seems to be something they are quite proud of. One guy brings a girl into the group, they date for a quick minute, break up, and two weeks later another guy is bringing the same girl around. I had to check my jaw when that happened in front of my eyes a few weeks ago. I just didn't believe their stories until then.

I'm opening this up to you, my friends. I know most of you will drop me a line on your opinion, and that's exactly what I'm hoping for.

What do you think about dating your friends ex? Or dating your ex's friends?

xoxo
Dacia

Too young for one so old.

People say that when your ready for love, it's harder to find it, and I say "Amen".

I recently took myself "off the market" but the problem was, is that nobody really knew it. I guess when you think your dating someone, the other person should probably agree to dating just you too. I started dating someone who was younger than me, but I don't know if you can really even call what we were doing as "dating". I'm 25 and he's 22....I know your already starting to do your eye roll, but please people...just read on.

Mr. 22 and I get along great. There really is no exaggeration there. I admire him as a person, no one can say that he isn't a great friend, or just a good person in general. He works hard, and loves to have fun. He snores like a freaking bull but that's okay, because it's kinda cute too. The one main thing that gets my heart is the way he is with Kyra.

So Mr. 22 isn't ready for a serious thing, and how could I possibly be mad at that? Hell, when I was 22, I was out every single night, not a care in the world, burning up way too many brain cells than I had available to lose. Mr. 22 is in that stage where that's what he wants to do, and he's absolutely able to do it, I think I'm actually a little envious, but don't tell him that. I had more fun with 22 than I've had in a while.

I think the hardest part about breaking up with someone that I was never with to begin with is that I need to find my nitch again. I mean I was with this guy and his friends almost every weekend and throughout most of the week for the past 4 months, and they've all grown to love my little mini-me. It's hard to think about not spending time with the people I now consider my friends, even though it's a constant thing for them to make fun of me, I've grown to love it and now don't really want to see that gone.

Although I actually wanted to be in a relationship with 22, there were thoughts I had about it that scared me too. I'm definitely afraid of settling down and not being able to come and go as I please all the time. I don't want to not be able to pack up and travel to see my girlfriends out of state every few months, or going out and having to tell someone my plans or worry about money for the two of us all the time. I like not worrying if someone texts me that I'll get in trouble, I also like the fact that I can say the words "No, I'm single" if some gorgeous guy approaches me to ask me out. But really, I can't look at you in the eye and lie and say that any of those things would really make me risk love if I had it. Mr. 22 and I will continue to be friends but I can't keep putting him in the center of my world. I gotta say though, I'll miss that stupid cocky smile.

Now I'm back people, and once again diving into the dating cesspool. Oh geez.

Cheese Grater

There is this guy that I've been hanging out with for a while now, I'm gonna call him Chandler, just because I like the name although he is in now way like the Chandler from "Friends". Chandler and I met on a blind date which was set up by a mutual friend of ours. He is such a good looking guy, dark brown hair, dark eyes, tall, nice build....just all around good looking. Well we hit it off pretty good, went to dinner and then a movie. Well anyways on our way home I decided to hit him with a bombshell: tomorrow, I was to be getting braces.

I expected horror, shock, disgust, anything but the actual reaction that was given which was "That's cool".

So I got my braces and we continued to hang out, Chandler and I had a lot of fun together and he was really good with Kyra. Until...I cut him, yes it's true, I cut Chandler with my braces. I thought it couldn't happen, I heard about all the horror stories about kissing someone else with braces, getting stuck together, all sorts of things, but I never believed it, until that day when I CUT CHANDLER.

Needless to say I was rather embarrassed about the whole thing, and it took all of two days before all of our friends knew about it. So they started calling me "The Cheese Grater" I deserve it, I should have heeded the warning signs that were given to me before I went and kissed Chandler, but I didn't, and he ended up with a huge cut. Things got a little weird between us then, but I think it was more on my part than his. I didn't particuarlly like being known as "cheese girl" or "razor blade". As everything eventually does though, this story faded out along with his cut and most people don't bring it up anymore.

So if you ever see me out and about and I smile, just remember that those braces I have are dangerous and it would probably be best for you to keep your distance.
xoxo
Dacia

Worst Date Ever

Let's take a walk down memory lane today and re-visit my worst date ever.

I met Shawn in Jr. High, and if my memory serves me right, I do believe we were boyfriend/girlfriend for a couple of weeks. I hadn't seen Shawn since we graduated high school and when I moved home my sister said that he was a substitute teacher at her High School while he was home from deployment in the Army. Well eventually Shawn got a hold of me and asked me out on a date. We planned for a Friday night, dinner and a movie. I was actually really excited to go on this date, but remember I hadn't seen him since high school, which if you must know my age, was almost seven years ago.

Friday night came, and my doorbell rings, I open the door and Shawn is there to pick me up looking like The Hulk but minus being green. He was gargantuan. His shirt was streched to the maximum as it tried to fit over his muscles, but let me get this straight, I did not find this attractive. I was actually pretty terrified to be alone with this guy for the next few hours.

We decide to go to Chili's, which is great by me because i'm in love with their chicken crispers with honey mustard sauce...yum. We take a seat in the bar area and order our food and at the table next to us is a few of our friends we went to school with, one of which is a kid I always had a little bit of a crush on...we will call him Steven. Steven gets up, comes over, give me a hug and Shawn a hand shake. We chit chat a little, and I make it VERY clear that this was mine and Shawn's first date, that we WERE NOT together. When Steven walked back to his own table, I turn back to Shawn and I get a tongue lashing about how he didn't like the way Steven was looking at me and he was a scumbag. He also told me that I needed to be more aware of the things that were going on around me and he didn't appreciate the way I was dressed and that I looked like I was asking for it, and that's why Steven thought he could look at me the way he did. Now people, I was dressed in jeans, boots and a black short sleeved shirt...in no way was I dressed like I was asking for it.

Already this date has gotten uncomfortable, but I bear thru dinner listening to him ramble on and on about how awesome he his and how much he can lift and how he intimidates people the minute he walks into a room. I'm laughing about it now as I'm writing this. As we get up to go, I turn to tell Steven goodbye when Shawn wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me against him defensively before I could really say anything, and he halfways pulls me out of the restuarant. Now honestly, I'm and idiot and probably deserve what was coming for not just asking to be taken home then, but I'm also to polite for my own good, so off we went to the movies.

We go to the theather and he has bought tickets for "The Watchmen" before we even got there, the last flippin movie I wanted to watch was that one at the time, but again, I went with it. It was opening weekend, and the theather was packed. As we are walking in he tells about some of the drills he has to do for the Army and I barely listen, trying to make it look like I'm not really there with the guy at all. Then....get ready, Shawn bends down and grabs my legs around my knees and literally throws me over his shoulders, and starts running up the theater stairs. My purse was open at the time, and it hit me in the face as he threw me. My butt-crack is hanging out the top of my jeans for everyone to see and I watch as all the contents of my purse fall out and down the stairs. I am screaming the whole time for him to stop and when we get to the top he slams me down into a chair and said, "See, told you I was strong."

I was furious and tell him that all the stuff in my purse fell out, and he looked at me again, sat down and said "That'll teach you to be prepared, you should always be prepared for any type of situation that comes your way." I had to walk down the stairs and pick up my things with everyone staring at me and laughing. Not quite sure why I didn't just walk out but I ended up staying for the movie. At the end of the night as he walked me to the door, he cuped my face in his hands looked me straight in the eye, and said "Your beautiful Dacia, I can really see myself falling for you" and kissed my forehead. I have never talked or seen Shawn again, and I give a big thanks to AT&T for helping me block his number 20 minutes after I got home.

Worst date ever.

A little about me....

Let me clear a few things up before I continue this. I am no dating expert, nor do I believe that I am god's gift to men. I am simply trying to tell a story about my life. I know that I am not every man's type, nor do I believe that I am a perfect match for every person. I have been on some terrific, wonderful, fun, fabulous dates. I have been in great relationships. I've been happily in love before. But there are two sides of any story, and I've also been hurt, broken and treated really really badly. Also, I cannot sit here and lie to you and tell you that I've never been the reason something didn't work out, because I can be cruel myself.

But, I am a true believer in love. I know that it's out there for me and I am excited for when the opportunity is mine to have it. Until then, I'm going to have to date, and that means we all get to enjoy a little bit of the process together.

As for Dan, I did respond but only to thank him for his apology and we left it at that. Bring on the next bachelor people!

The Text

So....?

Dan text me at 5:00 today, one day after the ditch. Saying that he owes me an apology and that he ended up at his friends and he should have called me but didn't and he's sorry. I have yet to respond back, I just don't know how or what to say....what do you think?

Ditching Dacia

My first post comes a day after I was ditched. Yes ditched. I am still extremely upset about it and actually a little embarrassed. I went to school with Dan and I always had a little bit of a crush, but it never went any further than that. I hadn't seen him since I graduated, but when I moved home last year I moved into the same neighborhood as him. I only ever saw him if we drove by eachother, and we never spoke. Last Friday, Dan and I became friends on Facebook, which, btw, is better than eHarmony if your looking for somebody (believe me, I know this to be a fact). Anyway, I sent Dan an email saying that I thought we lived by eachother and asking how he was....blah, blah, blah, we exchange numbers with the promise to hang out and that's that.

Tuesday rolls around and I'm on my way home when Dan texts me, we chit-chat for a minute then he invites me over to his house, Dan also has a son, so it was such a perfect opportunity to hang out and I brought Kyra over. Dan and I seem to get along really well, the kids had fun together and I ended up leaving with not one, but two separate hugs from Dan. He even text me after I got home saying we should hang out again. Of course I said yes, he was extremely good looking and had his own place and a son. Ahhh...I was swooned.

Fast forward to next day, I talked to Dan at work and we decided to hang out with the kids at his place and watch the Jazz game, totally chill. I was excited all day long...don't think I could wipe the grin off my face if I tried. Finally 5:30 rolls around I run to my car, drive home and jump in the shower. I text Dan that I planned to get ready and be over right after....his response...nothing. I continued to beautify myself and when I was completely ready over an hour later, he still hadn't written back, so I called...voicemail.

At this point I went from excited to extremely pissed off. I was DITCHED. Holy hell, honestly. That has never happened to me and I was mortified. I had to hold back my tears and act like it didn't phase me, but of course it did. It's the next day and I still haven't heard from him. I don't plan on it and he is crossed off from my list of available bachelors. I feel embarrassed. I feel stupid and I actually feel like I deserve way better.

Which is why I deleted his number and now will get ready for the weekend. :) Happy dating everyone!