Do You Believe In Fate?

Life is so strange sometimes and the most bizarre things do happen. Four years ago, I had been going to places to have a party for my son. I went to one place where there was a live band and my girlfriend and I had an amazing time. I actually ended up having the party in that place. That night we had run into a group of cops and we hung with them. I am sure I blogged about it. Mr. Government had been texting me and this cop had looked over my shoulder and was reading my phone....hey, I giggled. Hey you are married, who are you sending those texts to? I laughed and said....I should stay away from government employees...its a guy who works in your line of work sort of. He made a comment....oh you need to stay away from men like us. I went to the bathroom and the guy was gone.

so that was the prelude to the story...

I was searching on Ashley Madison and another site when I came across this guy. when I clicked on his pix, I started to laugh. He was everything that I usually do not go for in looks (shaven bald) and he was in law enforcement. I started to laugh....I can pick out a law enforcement ageny for miles....I am drawn to them. Last night, that guy sent me a note asking if I would like to talk. I wrote back....I am not into bald men and I have sworn off any form of law enforcement. He wrote back some hysterical line like wow, now that's my luck a double whammy and then he told me his name anyway.

A light bulb went off in my head.... hey, here is a bizarre question...have you ever been to that bar. I think we met there one night? I thought this guy looked like that guy from that night. but really, what were the chances. He wrote back yes, I do and now I remember you. Oh please, its been four years, he is single, he flirts with millions of girls, he doesn't remember me and its probably not him... so I said...well if it is you and you do remember me...tell me something about that night..

He wrote back....the name of the band that was playing that night, exactly where we were standing, he remembered I was with another blonde, he remembered I was married, that I was texting Mr. Government and the color sweater I was wearing! HOLY SHIT! I didn't even remember all that.

You left without saying goodby...I said. He responded, I didn't think you were interested...you had a boyfriend, you were married and I wasn't going to make a fool out of myself and pursue you. Last night, we spoke online for two hours. And he is so funny. I gave him my number and told him to call or text me.... and he made some sly comment like...oh so some other guy in a bar can tell you to stay away from me like I told you about that guy. Then when I went to my phone he had text me.... Here's my number..to my old new friend.

And then I got caught in a whirlwind of my romantic fate beliefs. It always blows my mind that you may meet someone in your life for a brief, short second and then they re-appear so many years later. Like as if, there was a sign coming down from the stars to give you a little taste. I mean the first meeting should have been uneventful for both of us. I would not be able to pick out any of his friends that were there. I would not remember anybody I met at a bar in the past year. But somehow this guy stuck in my memory and I stuck in his. Life is so strange. things happen to us that make no sense and then later on, its as if the mystery is solved. So what is with this guy? What is he suppose to mean in my life? Everything has a purpose, its just hard to know what that may be sometimes.......
do you believe in fate?

Mr. Hunk Is Over The Top

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Meeting The Rockstar

A new potential frog--the Rockstar. My theory on life--I don't go out of my way on a first meeting. And you may say...why? Well, I guess it is a combination of being nervous, a little self conscious and shy....and in the same breath...a little self assured. A weird combination. But hey, if I dress in a hot outfit and put tons of makeup on....well, then that is the girl he is going to expect each time. I meet men in my suit. A business pant suit with high heels, a camisole underneath, makeup but not over kill and some nice, fun jewelry. Why? Because that is what they are going to see me in most of the time if we have afternoon or after work dates. What you see is what you get. Why pretend? why stress yourself out?

Of course, I usually don't show up with a frozen lip and my lips looking all messed up. My girlfriend could not believe that I went on the meeting. I just shoved him in between my chaos. When I told her about my day and that I went on a meeting, the tears rolled down her face. When I told her about the meeting...she literally was crying. We actually both were because I realized how crazy it was to someone else.

Mr. Rockstar is divorced. I met him on Ashley Madison. He has no kids so really he is like single. He used to be in a rockband....hence the rockstar label. He is into no drama (hahahaha) and no pressure. The man is looking for a long term relationship. Okay, so far, everything I am not!!

I called and warned him that I had a frozen lip. He said we could cancel but I said no lets meet. I tried to put lipstick on....weird..I could see my lip moving when I put the lipstick on but felt nothing. I walked in and he smiled. We went up and got a drink. We were at StarFucks of course. I wasn't really thinking. I love the Pumpkin Latte at Starbucks and they are back for the winter months!! Woooo Hooo...so I had one. Not exactly a good choice for a frozen lip girl. You see I was worried about froth being stuck on my lip. not being able to say M, B, P...and Breath sounded ridiculous.....lol my lip looked strange.....I shouldn't have met him..

we discussed the dentist. We discussed healthcare. We discussed our jobs. We then somehow got on the topic of other people we both met, past relationships and life. Now mind you, I was concerned about the froth on the lips thing. So which each drink I would wipe my lips. after I would drink, he would say....you are fine. so that I wouldn't have to wipe my lip. It became part of the conversation.....yes, an I Love Lucy episode. He would be telling me something and in mid sentence he would say you are fine and then go on with his conversation. i giggled there but after with my girlfriend, we were dying. Yes, a man who doesn't like chaos or drama and look what he is dealing with. the woman who calls him, shows up ten minutes late because I lost a kid and forgot to get my dog. Oh yeah, this none drama thing should have been clear to him....LOL

We had a nice conversation but I couldn't figure out if he was into me as a friend or more than a friend. Here's the thing about single men. Married men, there is no real courtship phase. Its apparent what you are looking for. Okay, I do the coffee, lunch and then sex. But with single men, I gotta get used to a more drawn out romancing stage. I also did everything I shouldn't have done besides the lip thing--I told him all the drama. Like its a test in a way. Like me for me or forget it. My girlfriend said he should have run.

at the end of the date, he said too bad you wouldn't feel it if I kissed you. Maybe I would I said. So he reached down and he kissed me gently on the lips. Or so I thought it was my lips because I only could feel the outside of the kiss. Very strange to feel toothless. I hope I never lose my teeth and become a gummer. Anyway, I smiled and said it felt nice and we left.

I got home and that night he was online. I guess it was a bust. Oh well, it didn't matter. I wasn't sure if I liked him or not. There was something a little off....something a little flower childy about him or it was his rockstar thing. Either way....not the Type A personality I am craving. He's probably better for me but I need that type A personality...lol I sent him a not through Ashley. "Thank you for the coffee. I'm glad we met. And I wanted you to know my lip unfroze". He wrote back that it tasted good even if it was a frozen lip. I wrote back that he would have to kiss me again sometime to tell me whether it tastes better frozen or room temperature. And that was it.

I figured I would never hear from him again. suprisingly he wrote me a note today. How are u? But I missed it with the crazy number of emails coming through. I noticed it as I was deleting it. I wrote him a note, did you text me today. He called me. I guess he thought I was blowing him off. We spoke for an hour. We can talk and talk. He's very nice. And then he asked me out for dinner. Cool. I was trying to not do dinner since my situation is not finalized (I will have to tell you about that too). Anyway, he noticed I was skirting the dinner and it was a little uncomfortable. I just said that lets have a backup night and he felt better I guess. I just don't want to keep a low profile till my marriage is dissolved or he moves out next month.

So...the moral of the story.....some men can handle a frazzled blonde with a frozen lip!

Mr. P called me today to wish me a good weekend. We are still not on track but we are much better. I wonder if nothing has changed but I just see our relationship differently or is it different? He absolutely has pulled away although he totally denies it. I was once his sounding board we don't even talk about work. He used to tell me all that he does on weekends, he doesn't tell me anymore. Personally, I think he is preparing himself for me to be dating. He keeps mentioning the dating each conversation. Is he preparing for our end? Funny, I don't see why we would have to end.

Brad Hanson the Emotional Affair Man for Palin?

Brad Hanson is his name. Supposedly they flirted with each other but never consummated the deal with Sara Palin. So? Emotional Affair....hmmmm.....yes, with all our country has to worry about...we should be concerned with flirting. Actually, here is a pix of Brad Hanson. He actually resembles Todd, her husband a little.

Okay, definitely not juicy enough for me to keep me interested. Interesting fact, he supposedly was having his divorce papers sealed today. Now that is interesting. There is a gay porn star by the same name, Brad Hanson. Now that would be a story!