What’s A QT To Do …

After a douchebag?

I think it’s important to get yourself up, dust yourself off from all of the bullshit you were apparently rolling around in, and get over it.

So, that’s what I did. I got up, dusted myself off and decided to accept an invitation from a man for a … “meet”.  (Yes, I’m back to Meets!)

Now the interesting thing about this particular man is the fact that he is …

Gorgeous.

Utterly beautiful. Downright hot. Women stared at him wherever we went. Men stared at him wherever we went. I introduced him to a friend of mine, who is and always has been gay. He stared at my Meet. Then he stared some more. And then he looked at me and said, “I suddenly feel conflicted.”

*Laugh*

You know what I did? I stereotyped. I absolutely stereotyped this man because of what he looks like. And yes, probably because of the douchbag and my fair share of them over the years.

BAD BAD QT!

You know how that goes. Men that look like him are typically jerks. Men that look the way he does don’t have to treat women well because they have women fawning all over them. A man who looks like him would never want to date me. Blah Blah, I could go on and on.

Instead, I’d just like to say that I was the jerk for stereotyping this guy. Cuz really, he just proved me wrong. A whole heckuva lot wrong. Once I realized just how wrong I was, I actually laughed at myself.

I’m not saying he’s my boyfriend, I’m not saying it’s going anywhere. What I am saying, is that I had a great meet (that turned into two meets) with an extremely enjoyable, handsome man.

And yeah, that old favorite saying of mine is true.

Never judge a martini by its color. 

Weird Thing of the Week

Well, it’s been a while since I’ve posted a Weird Thing of the Week, hasn’t it? But this thing, this weird thing, was so random and SO weird I just had to let you all in on it.

Last night, shortly after 9:00pm, my phone rang. I didn’t recognize the number but it was local so I answered, thinking it was one of Em’s friends. Alas my fabulous readers, I was mistaken.

“Hello?” I answered.

“Hi QT! This is Harry Frank*,” says a voice I don’t recognize.

*Silence*

“Um. Okay?” I answer, not sure who the hell I’m talking to.

“We dated a while ago,” he says.

WTF. We did? I didn’t recognize his name, I didn’t recognize his voice, and I admit it, I was stumped.

“Oh. Okay, well …” I kind of sputtered out.

“I think I made a mistake,” he said. “I remember you to be fun, interesting and above all, beautiful!” he told me.

*Silence*

20 Things FROM The Artist

When I told My Artist that I did a blog post on twenty things I liked about him, he laughed and a short while later, I received an email from him with 20 or so things he likes about me. I was so surprised, and so touched I thought I’d share with you guys.

So, here you go. Perhaps a glimpse into QT from a different perspective!

20 Things The Artist Likes About QT:

1.  I like her. Period.

2.  She is a wonderful person in general.

3.  She is Intelligent and Witty!

4. I like her sense of humor… it’s extremely cute and makes me smile.

5.  She carries herself well, and she is very elegant.

6. She is gorgeous, people!!!!!  So gorgeous!!!

7. She is good at being a woman …  I’m not really sure how to explain that more, but she should be a role model for other women.

Clearly I Suck …

… at choosing dates for myself.  I mean, clearly I suck at it.  I’m divorced. I’ve had nothing but failures in the men I’m seeing.  The men I’m choosing to see. So, now it’s up to you, my awesome lovely readers. I can see that well over 500+ a day visit my blog, and that’s on a BAD day.  *Laugh* So, my decision is made – I’m leaving it up to you.

As you all know, I’ve been on a dating website. I have several men that are interested and that I’ve been emailing back and forth with. But as I’ve pointed out, I suck at this. Quite badly.

So … without further ado, I’m letting you guys choose for me. Anonymously of course. Feel free to vote, and of course, leave a comment as to whom you think is best for me.  I’m going to give you snippets of information from their profiles, and no, I’m not posting their pictures cuz that’s just not cool.  (Um, email me for the pictures.)

My Face Still Hurts

Grabbing for my purse, I immediately reached inside, frantically trying to find my phone.  Mr. Incredible was in the kitchen, talking to me a bit as I stood there in mid-freak-out.

Space inside a drawer! Space inside a drawer in his bathroom! was all I could think. As I found my phone, I looked down inside that drawer and saw that he had neatly and nicely arranged the few things he had purchased for me.  A toothbrush (pink), shampoo and conditioner. It barely took up a quarter of the drawer.

I think, looking back, it was then I calmed down. I did not text ShaNaNa. Instead I calmly replaced my phone and smiled at the pink toothbrush, because well, it was pink.  Heh.

I walked out of the bathroom and into the kitchen, setting my purse on the table. He was busy pouring me some Diet Coke when he looked over, grinned and said, “Is your freak-out over?”

“Heeeeeeeeeeey! I was entirely very quiet about my freaking out, how did you know?” I asked, utterly shocked. Clearly I’m not as smooth as I thought.

My Face Hurts

Yes, my face hurts.  But ladies, you know what I’m talking about … in the good way.

Which basically is another way of saying that I spent the weekend doing a lot of kissing with one Mr. Incredible. At his house. Like, together. No kids.

WOO HOO! I am no longer with hymen! (Pippi, I hope that answers your question from your previous comment! )

THANK THE GOOD LORD.

And in other news, when I arrived at Mr. Incredible’s house for the weekend, I immediately told him I had forgotten my toothbrush so if we could stop and grab one that would be great. He responded with, “It’s okay, I bought you one.”

*Blink*

“You bought me a toothbrush?” I asked.

“Yeah. And some shampoo and conditioner. I didn’t know what kind you use but the lady recommended this stuff,” as he led me to the bathroom and showed me the toiletries he purchased.  FOR ME.

Peanuts

My favorite character from the Charlie Brown comic strips/cartoons? Pig-Pen. Always has been. I remember the day I pointed him out to Emilee, she laughed and immediately asked why the dust followed him. I grinned back and said, “Cuz he’s PigPen!”

*Laugh*

Okay so … as I’m a blogger, and if you read me with any regularity, you know that I most commonly blog about my life as a single mom, and the dating scene of course, amongst a variety of other random crazy things. With regularity you’ve read of all my dates, my weird things and of course, of my life with Miss Em. Lately however, I’ve been keeping a secret from all of you. Even my Cookie isn’t familiar with this secret. ShaNaNa doesn’t know. Wingman does not know. Pretty much the only one that knows?

Boob Shish Kabob and Diarrhea Mouth

Alright friends, let me tell you a story. One I had not even shared with Random Esquire, a story that wasn’t even shared with ShaNaNa or Wingman. Yet, somehow, QT felt it was a fabulous idea to drink too much on Friday night, and proceed to tell New Guy the entire story. Not only did I inform him of this story, but doing so in the midst of Irish Car Bombs, I fully proceeded to not remember telling him the story. Until he reminded me on Saturday.  Ayup.

For some reason, when I was a little girl of maybe eight years old, I was growing into a true QT by doing the smart thing and running around with a skewer.  You know, like those that are used when making shish kabob? Yes, young QT was having fun running in the yard … with skewer in hand. I’m sure you can guess by now, where this is going. Of course, I fell down and … well, skewered myself. I remember thinking even at that young age, “Oh man, mom is not going to be happy about this.” I had a metal kabob stick that entered somewhere under my right (non at that age) breast and exited right in the middle of my chest, almost (now) directly in the middle of my boobs. The x-ray at the hospital showed I simply punctured skin, nothing else. Four stitches later, me and my very pale mother were headed home. And after my body, er … developed if you will, I now have two small scars, one directly underneath my right breast and the other still in the middle of my chest. I never tell anyone about these scars, no one ever sees them. And if someone has noticed them, it was after a very thorough inspection of my chest. *Laugh*

And so on Friday night, I was out with my very favorite LetEmBreathe to celebrate his birthday and have us some drinks. And when I say some drinks? Really you should read that as … we drank a frickin shitload.

New Guy did in fact meet us up there (which was a total surprise! Yay!), where we all proceeded to drink some more. And I … proceeded to have Diarrhea Mouth, which includes but is not limited to as he may not have reminded me of everything yet, me informing New Guy that I’ll soon have naked pictures taken of me (but he needn’t worry because of course they will be tasteful!), that I love love love love LOVE Irish Car Bombs, that ShaNaNa once lost her shoes in a moment of drunkenness, that I have scars on my tummy from skin cancer, that I am indeed with hymen and last but not least, that I skewered myself and now have scars by my boobs.

*Sigh*

And when, during my weekend phone call with Random Esquire, I explained the entire story of me making an ass of myself and having Diarrhea Mouth, RE was more interested in the skewering incident. When I described the story in more detail, RE paused and said,

“Boob Shish Kabob?”

Ayup. That’s my Cookie.

Stuff. Mortification. Kissing.

1) I’ve been assigned some new … tasks in regards to my job as of late, and it’s certainly been keeping me busy and running. I’m quite enjoying it, but I’ve noticed that my attention to other things (ahem: reading blogs) has been cut quite short. Dammit. I’m working on fixing that.

2) Okay so anyone here who has ever misconstrued a situation and ended up mortifying the ever-living shit out of themselves … raise your hand.

*QT raising hand slowly*

Yesterday I misunderstood an email from New Guy. And ended up feeling like a fool with my pants on the ground.

*Sigh*

Sometimes I suck so bad.  Yet, never fear friends! He is fabulous and laughed at me and my stupidity.

3) Well here is something that doesn’t happen to me everyday. I walked into the bathroom the other day at work, and saw two girls making out. Like, making out making out. Now it’s not that it’s two women, honestly I could care less. It’s the fact that they were in the ladies room. In the middle of a work day.

“WOW!” I said that out loud when I saw them. They immediately broke apart and started fixing their clothes and got outta there like bats out of hell. While I stared.  Hehehehe

I ran back to my desk and immediately sent an IM to Random Esquire and said, “Dude. I totally just walked in on two girls making out in the bathroom!”

RE writes back: “Were they hot?”

*Blink*

Well.  I dunno. I mean, aren’t two girls making out always hot?

Groundhogs, Irish Stuff and … Bacon

1) You know what the best part about a low carb diet is?

Bacon.

Bam! End of story.

2) Today is Groundhog Day.  Apparently Phil saw his shadow. Which means we are in for six more weeks of winter. Googlie told me that Phil is married to Phylis, another groundhog. I told him he was stupid.

3) This morning I had a nice surprise. Irishman texted me, and we ended up texting for a while before we finally got on the phone so I could hear that accent.  And in case you were wondering, I STILL LOVE IT.  Regardless, when I told him it was Groundhog Day, he had no idea what I was talking about. When I explained it to him, he was quiet for a moment and then he said, “Don’t we have satellites for that kind of stuff?”  I said, “HEY FOREIGNER! Don’t ruin our American traditions, dammit!”

4) Speaking of Irish Stuff, new boy and I are heading out for dinner and Irish music this weekend!  I’m SO EXCITED to go! Not just cuz it’s with new boy, (but that certainly has a lot to do with it) but also because it’s IRISH MUSIC.  Wooooooo!!

5) Did you Angel’s comment here the other day?  She says I should not talk about new boy in my blog cuz it jinxes me. JINXES. I think she may have a point. So my lip is zipped. And all I am gonna say is that he is so cute.

6) This week alone, I’ve had four requests to “follow me” on Twitter!  *Laugh*  Vino, my fellow blogger, even commented on it on my Contact QT page.  You guys crack me up.  I did write about that very topic once here, but I must ask, what would be so great about me being on Twitter? May I get your wise thoughts on this one here?