Ahhhh!!! What every girl wants. just someone to love, to be loved and to fall in love. A "Prince Charming" that loves you unconditionally and excepts you, for who you are. Someone that calls or texts you most days, just because he wants to hear your voice or see your response. A hot date on a Saturday night. Someone who shares the same common interests as you. How about a friend to talk to? A warm body to snuggle up with on a cold winter's night. Someone to just hold you when things are tough and life gets you down. How about a great buddie to hang out with and go on adventures together? Definitely, someone who rocks in bed. So why is real love so hard to find? I'm still searching for "Prince Charming" i'm not giving up though. I do believe that everybody has a soul mate. Now i'm on my quest for love.
Being single can be lonely but, it can also be a blast, if you make the effort. Always have fun on the brain, that's my motto. I've decided that there's nothing I could do this summer, that could be more important then having fun and writing about my adventures. So, the story goes.......
The Guy in the Red Truck
First I meet this guy Rick, at my hang out. Seems pretty nice but, a little pushy. We made a date for the following monday, at a nice little pub. He's hyper and won't stop talking and starting to get on my nerves. Rick convinces me to go to another pub a little closer to his house. Get this, he wants to stop by his place first because, he doesn't want to be seen in his truck. He wants me to drive? The place is just across the street from his house. If he doesn't want to been seen in his truck, then why did he let me see him in it? Translation, he wants to get me in bed. I told him when a guy tries to get me drunk and take advantage of me, i'll run.
Definitely, was the worst sex of my life!! It hurt! This guy actually thinks he's some sort of greek god. All I got to say, is good luck! trying to get a girl to drive you everywhere because, you don't want to be seen in your truck! He didn't get a second date.


Last Summer's Crush
Spending most of last summer obsessing over 1 guy, was simply not on this summer's agenda. I swore up and down I wasn't going to get involved with Shawn again. That's exactly what happened. We kinda bumped in to each other. Everywhere I tried to go, he would soon follow. He finally calls me and makes a date for the evening of July 4. Thinking I would see the rockets red glare and the bombs bursting in air, was anything but!! One might say, the fireworks kinda petered out! But, we had fun and became buddies.
The Tongue Guy
This cute guy is eyeing me and my my friends hook us up. He motions for me to come his way and just sticks his tongue down my throat. Eeeewwwww! What ever happened to subtleties? I spent the rest of the night, dodging this one. That night when I managed to escape, I ran to my car. The minute I started it up, boom out of nowhere, this weirdo is at my window starring in at me.
Every year there's this carnival across the street from my hangout. I usually drag half the bar, along with an old fart or two, so that we can all enjoy being a big kid again. Only, this year I drug just about everybody with me. Including the owner of the place that's about 70 years old. Never knew I would have so many takers! Couldn't believe I got so many people on that ride! It was an absolute blast and a night to remember.
The Memorial Service
We lost our beloved DJ and very suddenly. This is the first memorial service I ever been too at a bar. It was packed! Everybody was of course getting hammered and a little sad. Shawn kept following me around as usual. As luck would have it I end up spending the night over his place again. That's the night he asked me if wanted a relationship and to fall in love. I told him with the right person. He just looks at me and says "don't fall in love"! Don't worry pal, all we are is good friends, and that's all it'll ever be. This was a sad week indeed. We lost our favorite DJ and ABC comes in and takes our outdoor playground away. The watering hole just lost it's ambiance!
Bag Please
I met the sweetest guy. A perfect gentlemen, calls and texts me everyday. We had made a date for the following weekend. Everything was perfect except for one thing. He has this old, loud, rusty hoopty car. You don't judge a person by their car, do you? Should I? That's when I went for the ride of my life! Whoa! This car has no drivers side panel. The wires and innerds are hanging on for dear life. Rick is now coming to mind again, (the guy in the red truck). The one he doesn't want to be seen in! So, why is he in it? Only this time it's me, I don't want to be seen in this car.
On my first date with Tony he was a bit tipsy, to put it mildly. The way he was driving this old loud car, I was hoping and praying, we wouldn't get pulled over in it. I was afraid for my life, saying hail Mary's and i'm not even catholic. At one point I seriously thought the doors were going to fly open and the windows were going to shatter do to wind sheer. I didn't even want to think about the motor breaking down and being out in the middle of nowhere. What a night!! Tony called the next day and apologized profusely for the night before. I decided to give him another chance the following weekend. But, was it the wisest thing to do?
The Road Trip
Tony and I decided to meet up with Tara and Darian at a barbecue festival several hours away. I'm starting to really like this guy. And, the car I didn't want to be seen in, really wasn't so bad. After the festival, we all went to this neat little bar in town and had a blast. Darian and Tony went and played pool. Tara and I hit the dance floor.
When Darian and Tony finished playing pool, they joined us on the dance floor. That's when Darian accidentally stepped on my toe with steel toed boots. Yeah, ouch is an understatement! It hurt but, I didn't realize what happened, until I felt something wet. Thinking that I stepped in a puddle of spilled beer or something, I look down and blood was gushing out of my toe, everywhere. Totally ripped my toenail clean off my toe. Okay, this puts and end to this fun night. Do me and Tony even stand a chance? We're not getting off to a good start at all. Things just keep happening!

The next few guys I hook up with just aren't working out. One was too totally pleased with himself and he certainly wasn't all that. The other one was so strong out on prescription drugs he couldn't remember to keep dates with me. Well, I guess this is the kind of men you meet in bars. I'm not saying they all have issues but, the ones i've run into so far, have. Maybe it's time to try something different.
I'm seriously thinking about stepping out of my comfort zone and getting online. Afterall, I know of people that met their soul mates on the internet. It just seems so creepy for me though. I mean your picture and profile are out there for the whole entire internet to see. What if some perverted old fart sees your profile? Well, he definitely won't get a date! But, what if I run into somebody I know? Does that make me look desperate? Hmmmm.......? Not anymore than they are, right?


