Thursday Thoughts

1) Today is take your child to work day.  I did not bring my girl, as she is not old enough yet.  But it makes me smile because she wants nothing more than to come to work with me – every day.

2) Ahhh … VEGAS BABY!

3) I dumped The Scientist.  Too much, too soon.  Good LORD could I have ONE day to myself?  Ick.

4) Poker Man Update – texted me lots yesterday and called me last night.  However, red flags all over the place.  Proceed with caution.

5) Saw the man in scrubs again today.  See MsSingleMama’s Post and my comment regarding this.  I need to see his left hand, dammit, before I make my move.  But Jon B had some great advice in the comment section as well.

6) It is impossible to kiss your elbow.

7) Hello to my EE Bitches.  I missed you guys. 

8 ) I own 84 pairs of shoes, 7 bra’s and 16 pairs of jeans. 

9) Googlie is gone for the week, and I find myself missing the SOB.

10) Should I visit the Hoover Dam?

The Nook, The Mood, The Martini and The Fake Fireplace

After getting my butt handed to me in poker last night, Poker Man and I went back to his house as was the plan.  He, after a previous conversation a week ago, bought a martini set – glasses and shaker included.  I was flattered by this as he isn’t much of a martini drinker – so I felt the need to see the new glasses and shaker and teach him the proper way to make my favorite martini.   

He sets the mood.  Candles, low lighting and when I mentioned the mood setting, he laughed and told me he wasn’t done yet.  He put a DVD in his big screen TV of a fireplace, complete with crackling sound.  While I sat there grinning and thinking oh I’m so blogging about this, I was also quite charmed.  Corny?  Maybe.  But I dug it.  We drank our martini’s, talked and had the beginning of a very nice night. 

Upon further conversation, he slips in the I’m not looking for anything serious comment.  And here is where I grin, and admittedly, slip in a sigh.  I’m not looking for anything serious at the moment either, but I’m always open to the idea, like any woman is, I suppose.  If you’ve ever read the book He’s Just Not That Into You , and I have, this comment according to the book means I’m not looking for anything serious with you.  According to my own head, this comment means let’s hang out till we have sex.  Well Mr. Poker Man, I for one, consider having sex with someone pretty serious.  So if you’re not looking for anything serious, then you’re not getting laid – by me.

In the end, we shared lots of kisses and while he ‘expressed’ (and I could feel the expression, believe me) his interest for more, I felt it was my duty to inform him of the following:

• Yes, I fit into the nook damn well.  (You know the nook right?  That spot on a man that you lie IN, not on, the shoulder??) 
• Yes, I enjoy your company
• Yes, I find you attractive
• YES you kiss damn well
• Yes, I love it that you play poker
• Yes, you bought a martini set
• Yes, you lit candles
• Yes, you are incredibly sexy

But, I’m not looking for anything serious. 

I wonder if I’ll hear from him again. 

UPDATE:  I did hear from him – twice, three times. 

Did You Know?

1) I have an unnatural fear of the dentist.  He use to prescribe me Valium before I went in to loosen me up, oh and so I wouldn’t bite him.  What can I say?  I bit him more than once.  Hard.

2) Emilee informed me this weekend that she is “texy” and has a “he-nis”.   My response?  Mom loves you no matter what you have. 

3) I read that Lemon Pledge has more lemons than Country Time Lemonade.   Who knew?

4) I have a black thumb.  The Scientist is nice.  He bought me a bamboo plant when he noticed mine was dead.  He brought Emilee a movie.  Makes me feel badly that I’m just not into him that much.  He’d like to see each other everyday, I think, or damn close to it.  However, to quote a wise person, I’m in the who cares stage.

5) I see Poker Man tomorrow night.  Woot.

6) It’s sandal weather and I get my pedicure on Friday.  Thank goodness.

7) I am ok alone.  Funny, Dick use to tell me that all the time.  Just what your girlfriend wants to hear. 

8 ) At work, the bathroom is a long way from my desk.  Sometimes, I just don’t want to walk all that way so I hold it till I can barely make the long trek over there. 

9) I miss The Soprano’s, Friends and Laverne & Shirley.

 

I’m a single mom, and I’m dating

I have my daughter every night – one day a week and every other weekend she is at her father’s house.  While in the relationship with Him, this was not an issue for me.  He was involved in her life; she and I saw him almost every day.  Now that I’m back on the dating scene, I’m finding that one night a week and every other weekend does not leave much time for dating.  Emilee is not, of course, meeting anyone I’m seeing.  I’ve learned my lesson the hard way on that one. 

So on the weekends I have Emilee, I just don’t go out.  I hate having someone else put her to bed, I hate that she has a hard time sleeping when someone else puts her to bed, I just hate not being here.  So, I’ve made the choice to not go out.  I am, in all aspects, fine with this.  However, this weekend I broke a rule of my own.  I let Poker Man come over after Em was in bed and while I’m not feeling guilty about this, it’s just not a habit I want to get into. She doesn’t wake up and get out of bed, but the possibility of it bothers me.  Not to say I didn’t have fun with Poker Man, because I did.  He looked at pictures I have hanging around the house of Em and told me something every mama wants to hear, “Your daughter is beautiful”.  <sigh>  And the thing of it is, I had fun and I am hoping he did too.  He’s honest and respectful and just flat out nice. 

I still have the ping of nervousness about this.  Tell me, what do you think?  I’m treading dangerous waters? I’m not?  I need some advice.

 

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One Step Forward, Two Steps Back

Ahh, just when things are looking up, something happens that’s like a kick in the stomach.  I was busy at work yesterday, decided to run out and grab some food.  I walk into the restaurant and who is sitting there having lunch?  He was.  I know I did the double-take, he was staring at me, I think maybe gave me a wave.  I put my sunglasses on and just kept walking – right back to the door I had just come in.  Maybe it’s cowardly, but damn, my heart isn’t made of stone.

The Scientist now tells me he isn’t interested in seeing anyone else.  I’m not quite dealing with that one yet. 

I have a date tonight with Mr. Car Door Poker Player.  However, I’m so tired as Emilee is still not sleeping well.  I may have to reschedule.

One week till Vegas.  YES!

She’s got a live one!

Check out this post by Ms Single Mama, who as I’m sure many of you know, is a wonderful single mama blogger. 

This is the specific post I am referring to:  Check me out  I’d say more here, but I’ve said a lot there.  

 

Ribs are sexy baby!

I must have made a good impression with the rib sauce smeared all over my face!  The man from poker, who as mentioned before, opened my car door not once, but twice -  He called.  And asked me out.  And promised to have martini’s.  That’s just … all good.   

My advice?  Want to impress that man?  Drink a lot and then eat ribs! Woot Woot!

*giggle*

Weebles Wobble and so do Wednesdays …

I love poker. I love the game, I love the strategy, I love that most people at the table look at me as a dumb blond, I love that I let them think that, and most of all, I love the astonished look when I take their chips.  I love being out and having a few (or one hundred) beers. 

I do not love the hangover I have today. 

And I kinda dig the new man I met at poker last night.  We went out to have a drink after poker.  He opened my car door.  Twice.  I ate ribs in front of him.  RIBS!  Oooey Gooey ribs!   Damn alcohol, it’s all the liquid courage I needed.  I am sure I looked like my daughter does when she eats pizza – sauce all over the place.  Yah, I’m sure he’ll be calling sometime soon.  *laugh* 

Is This Single Mama Old-Fashioned?

I am a young(er) single professional.  I am smart, make my own house payments, mow my own lawn, shovel my own snow and manage to take care of a house, a household, a daughter and myself.  I am proud of these things.

I wonder sometimes, however, no matter how single, professional or domestic that I can be, am I old-fashioned? 

Dick opened every door there was to be opened for me.  If I was driving, my car, he opened my drivers side door before walking to the passenger side.  I LOVED that.  The Scientist hasn’t opened a single door.  Strike One.  I am not trying to compare Dick and The Scientist.  I am, however, wondering – is chivalry dead? 

Chivalry is defined as “the sum of the ideal qualifications of a knight, including courtesy, generosity, valor, and dexterity in arms.”

What happened to men opening the doors for us?  What happened to a man bringing you flowers or hell, even A flower on a date?  I remember being 8 full months pregnant and waiting at restaurant for a table, and not ONE person offering me a chance to sit down.  All my single-mama readers know it’s tiring even standing when you’re that pregnant.  Opening doors, offering seats, pulling out chairs, buying flowers, moving to stand in front of me in a confrontation – these are all qualities I want in a man.  Does this make me old-fashioned? 

I believe upbringing takes a major factor in this – we are all products of our environment.  I still, to this day, watch my mom sit in the car waiting for my dad to walk around and open the door to let her out of the car.  And I think it’s awesome. 

Dick had all the above-mentioned qualities.  I loved these things about him. 

So tell me, is this fashionable, modern, up-to-date single mama old-fashioned?

Weekend Updates

This weekend my girl was with her dad.  I had been so tired this past with her not sleeping well, I feel like I spent the better part of the weekend in bed.  WOOT WOOT.  Sometimes, it’s exactly what this single mama needs. 

Friday night brought another date with The Scientist. He filled my night with laughter and kisses.  The man is not shy about kissing in public, or interrupting me in mid-sentence to kiss, or stopping on a corner to kiss.  It was a fun date, and while I think he was hoping for more when we got back to my house (wink wink, nudge nudge) I sent him on his way after a nice long make-out session.  Does this pose a red-flag?  I need to think through that, but haven’t taken the time yet. 

And while I’ve kept myself busy this weekend, I must admit that thoughts of Him still loom.  It seems to me the weekends are my weak point.  I seem to be in HE-tox.  And it’s one day at a time.  Time + Distance = Moving On.  But those days when thoughts of him are looming, I’m backsliding.  I know it, and I’m working on it. 

I am off to clean up my basement.  It’s Em’s play area – and it’s turned into a large mess. 

Oh and it’s snowing today.  WTF?