Redemption

Okay, the Brainiac redeemed himself tonight.   Not only is he coming here this weekend, but we’re spending Valentine’s Day together and I’m gonna go to his place for the second half of the weekend.  Yay!  

So, he’s *not* blowing me off and he made plans in advance.  Score!

Dear Brainiac

Dear Brainiac–

Here’s the thing:  I like you.  I really, really like you.  And I’m pretty sure you like me back.  But there are a few things we need to get straight.

First of all, it really bugged me when you didn’t go bowling with us on my birthday.  I know I said it didn’t, but it did.  And then you didn’t go with me to have dinner with my mom.  Also not a huge deal, but I hope this doesn’t mean you’re never going to hang out with my friends and family.  ‘Cuz I can’t have that.  It’s a deal breaker.

Also, don’t tell me you have a great idea for my birthday present and then fail to buy me anything. I honestly don’t care if you get me a present or not… but if you’re not going to get me anything, don’t say you are.  It’s not that hard.

Now, about this weekend– I had a really great time.  And I appreciate that you came out with my friends.  But, you stayed with your friends all night.  I kinda wanted to show you off. I wanted you to meet people. I wanted to be a couple. You were perfectly fine with being a couple when it came to making out in the booth (or in the bar… or the cab), but I wish you had been a little more outgoing with my friends.   Like you were the first time we went out with them.  Then again, I guess you had no other choice.

And, finally– about next weekend– I get that you don’t like to plan.  Fine.  And I get that you need/want your space.  But you told me you were coming into town.  And then you told me you weren’t.    Were you planning on coming to town and not telling me?  ‘Cuz thats bogus.  Yeah, I would’ve wanted to see you. And, yeah, it’s Valentine’s Day.  But I wouldn’t have made a huge deal out of it.   If you only had time to hang with your family, I would’ve respected that.  I would’ve been disappointed, but I would’ve understood.  I do not like being lied to.

The bottom line is this:  I’m not asking much of you, but I do expect the things I do to be reciprocated. I’m not willing to give more than I’m getting.  And some things (like friends, family, and honesty) are important to me.   I hope that these misunderstandings are just that, and can be remedied by me being a little more forthright about how I feel.   But if this is the start of some sort of pattern,  I might have to bow out.

XOXO

LBF

PS:  I’m not buying that whole “surprise” thing.  It’s time you just buck up and admit I’m your girlfriend.  Seriously, stop making excuses.

It doesn’t take much

The Brainiac called tonight.  Just to chat.  He even left a message.  It’s not much, but I’m writing it down so that I’ll remember how excited I was to get a real call from him…  Hopefully I’ll remember this on those days I get annoyed/upset/anxious that he doesn’t call.

All is well in the world.

Update on the Brainiac

Wow…  it’s been almost a month since I’ve updated this blog.    I really should try to be more diligent about writing here.

Things with The Brainiac are going well.  At least I think they are.  We spent the vast majority of my 10-day Christmas break together. We spent an entire week together,  including New Year’s Eve.  We went snowboarding last weekend.  I had dinner with his parents.  He called me his girlfriend.  He gave me an orgasm for the first time (well… I had to help a bit).  I told my mom and brother about him (HUGE step in my book).

I’m not quite in the head-over-heels territory I once was, but that’s not a bad thing.  I’ve gotten annoyed with him on occasion, but I’ve also learned to not get too worked up over things.    He saw some of my personality flaws and I think he can overlook them, so that’s encouraging.

I’m not sure where this thing is headed.  Everyone asks me if I think I’ll move up by him.  I’m not even CLOSE to worrying about that.  I’m looking forward to seeing him next month and wondering how I’m going to be able to wait that long.

I don’t know if this has potential to move into a Serious Relationship, but it’s definitely fun so far.  I just hope I’m not jinxing myself.

In other news… The Ex is back with his ex/love of his life.  I’m happy for him.

Flexting, Part 3: Late, late night

On Thursday,  The Buddy wanted to have drinks.  I had a horrible day at work, so I  jumped on it.  The Brainiac and I were texting back and forth most of the night (and Buddy kept asking me who my “boyfriend” was… kinda funny).  

He said that his friend was in town and they were going out after work.  Cool.   So, I didn’ hear from him and figured he was out.  No big deal.   Well, when I woke up at 3 a.m. with the dogs, I saw that he had sent me a text at, like, 1-something:

 

Brainiac: Sorry 4 the late text but i just saved a girls life.  I’m a hero!

 

I figured he was probably sleeping, but I decided to text him anyway.  Much to my surprise, he wrote back!

LBF: Awesome!  Can’t wait to hear about it. 

 

Brainiac 3:47 a.m. I feel bad texting you this late but whatever. D’s friend lives like 3 blocks from me but wouldn’t take me home b/c she thought we would get it no (he meant ‘get it on, i’m sure)

 

LBF 3:50 a.m.  It’s okay. i’m up.  Get it on?  U wrote ‘get it no’ ahahah!

 

Brainiac: 3:50 a.m.  I didn’t have the heart to tell her i had a hottie back home so she didn’t have to worry about me tryin to hook up

 

Brainiac: 3:53 a.m.  I had to share a cab wit D and his girl cause it was first time other girl met me and didn’t trust herself wit a hero!

LBF: 4:00 a.m.  Ahaha.  Well, you are irresistible. I prob wouldn’t trust myself in a cab w/u either

 

Brainiac: 3:54 a.m.  And what r u doin up?  late nite hook-up?  b/c we will have to remember to use condoms if so

 

LBF 4:02 a.m.  No hook up… F-in dogs woke me up and I hav a bit of a headache, so I haven’t gone back to sleep yet.

So, I may be reading a little much into a drunken late night/early morning convo, but it sounds like he was worried about me hooking up and he’s turning down chicks because he’s got a “hottie back home.”  Hmmm….

Flexting, Part 2: Drunken flexting

Last weekend I was out with The Buddy and his friend, B, for happy hour.  Here’s the transcript of my texting with The Brainiac.   If they ever make a phone with a breathalizer, I’m totally buying it!!

LBF: What’s up? I’m @ happy hour.  Kinda wishin u were here

 

Brainiac: Y would u want me at happy time? Last time I accidentally made u cry

 

LBF: Yeah, but I think it worked out for both of us in the end.  Crying = making out in a cab

 

Brainiac: Lol.  Turns out I could prob have stayed home this week.  Only made it to a few classes and my manager screwed up my shifts so i only worked once

 

LBF: Seriously?  I was kinda worried about your classes.  What u doin?  U gonna come c me soon?

 

Brainiac: I wish. I have finals next week and then work.  Wont b able to c u 4 a couple weeks.  Unless u want 2 send me any sexy pix

[he ALWAYS asks for this... and tries to take pix when we're together.  It's weird. weird. weird.]

 

LBF: Ur all about the pix.  I’m afraid u would be disappointed.  Maybe u could at least hang out w/me next time ur here

LBF: P.s. ur hot and i want u

[i think this was after the 3rd (?) shot]

 

Brainiac:  So u want more than a few hours a couple diff days and a whole sunday?  ur crazy.  And i really think u would b surprised at how much id like ur pics

 

LBF: I want whatever u will give me.  Pix will take convincing

 

Brainiac: Or some Tylenol p.m.

[another shot]

LBF: Huh?  U wanna sleep?  Cool, i guess

 

Brainiac: I can get sexy pix of u with that and a lil elbow grease.  I could put em in an album called ’sleeping beauty.’

 

LBF: U like the sleeping action.  Don’t make fun of me

 

Brainiac:  Making fun of you is part of the attraction.  And  I like any action ur involved in

 

LBF: Really?  Cuz my action is about to go home

 

Brainiac:  2 bad. I wold have kept u entertained 4 a while yet

 

LBF: I’m sure!  I’m home now.  I still want u.  But I guess I’ll have 2 wait

I then went on to text The Buddy’s friend B, which you can read about here.  Not a great idea!

Flexting

I recently learned a new term:  Flexting: flirting via text message. Since most (but, thankfully not all) of my communication with The Brainiac is via text, I guess I’m an expert flexter.  

Here’s a convo. that happened right after the last time we saw each other:

LBF: you’re lucky I don’t have your email ‘cuz I was about to send you a pic of your 1st GF in her wedding dress.

 

Brainiac: OMG. Just got my charger back and got ur message.  Am I to understand that KP who got married? Who would possibly marry her?  Does the guy look normal?

 

LBF:  Yeah, KP.  The dude is kinda old, but SHE is the funniest.  crazy beads in her hair and stuff. I literally lol when I saw it.

 

Brainiac:  Think u can compete wit dat?  I guess thats what im into

 

LBF:  If that’s what you’re into, I’ve got NO chance.  She makes my morning-after hair look hot

 

[This is a bit of an inside joke.  As you can imagine, my hair looks like a$$ in the morning]

 

Brainiac: Oooh, morning after hair.  And hot grey sweats.  I think you might have her beat

 

LBF:  Fo sho!  The grey sweats are irresistible.  [I changed into HOT grey sweats Sunday night after dinner]

 

Brainiac:  It’s either that, the red hair or the alleged green hair.

 

LBF:  Green hair? Since when do I have green hair?  I sometimes have green eyes. 

 

[I told him my eyes turn green when I get mad]

 

Brainiac: Damn. Got in a hurry.  Meant eyes.  I say alleged since I haven’t pissed u off enuf I guess

 

So, basically he thinks I’m hotter than his cheesy first girlfriend in my sweatpants.  I think it’s true love…. ahaha!

Boy Crazy

It should come as no surprise that I like being around guys.  In fact, I’m somewhat addicted.  In the past 3 days I’ve:

Had drinks with The Buddy
Made plans to watch The Frienemy’s dog
Hung out with The Republican
Received a text message from The Ex
Facebooked with The Good Guy 

And, most importantly…

Texted and talked on the phone with The Brainiac. 

And yet, I’m intentionally home alone on a Saturday night.  I could’ve hung out with The Buddy or The Republican, but I wasn’t feelin’ it.   The Brainiac won’t be back for another 10 days or so. I’m holding out for him.

Whatever will I do in the meantime?!?

On again…

Okay, I should really learn to eat my words… and keep my mouth shut.  As soon as I had given up on The Brainiac, he called me.  Ok, well, technically, he didn’t call me.  He texted during the day and told me to call after work.  I did.  He called me back.   But the point is… we had a conversation.. ON THE PHONE.

As much as I like the convenience and ease of text messaging, there’s nothing quite like a nice phone conversation to get me all goo-goo-ga-ga.  We didn’t talk about anything important, but it was nice to hear his voice and know that he was making time for me.

He won’t be back here for over a week, but he said he’d call.  I’m sure he will.  Yay!

Addicted to Love

Okay, so maybe not “love,” but I’m certainly addicted to attention from guys.

This weekend was fine.  I went out for happy hour with The Buddy and one of his friends, let’s call him B for now.   I’ve hung out with B on numerous occasions and generally, by the end of the night, we end up flirting a bit. 

I was also texting The Brainiac all night, in between shots. 

After I got home, I wasn’t hearing back from The Brainiac, so I decided to text B.  Bad idea.  He called and texted a couple more times.  And then called again the next day.  He’s a super nice guy and I might consider dating him under certain circumstances, but I’ve got my heart set on The Brainiac.

I think I was just wanting the immediate gratification of hearing from a guy who likes me.  Even if I don’t plan on acting on it, I like knowing that I couldhave a guy… that he wants me.   I’m definitely addicted to the attention, which is something  I don’t get a lot of from The Brainiac.

When he’s in town, I get lots of attention from him.  And when he’s gone, we have some pretty amusing text conversations.  But he doesn’t call just to talk. 

I’m not much of a phone talker, either.  But I find it weird that–out of all the guys I talk to on a regular basis, he’s the only one who doesn’t really call me.   The Republican calls me.  The Ex calls me.  Hell, even B and The Buddy called me this weekend.

Whats up with that?