New

We’ve been seeing each other for almost 3 months, but it feels especially new this week.

One of the few things I like about dating someone is having laid back nights where you make dinner together (actually, he cooked and I sat around), share a bottle of wine and curl up in front of the TV in your PJs. Last night was great. I’m in girlfriend mode right now and I’m losing my vulgar touch! Help! Earth to Darla!

I feel embarassed for typing this, but I am really happy right now, and I’d like to share that with everyone. My coworkers know something is up because I can’t wipe this stupid grin off my face.

 

That is all. Good day, everyone!

new layout

hey, props to whoever changed the layout to make the font smaller.  it no longer takes me 5 taps of the page down button to read Calvin’s posts.  i also have to say i’m envious of darla for being able to go to nyc AND vegas in a span of two weeks, which is awesome, and def wish i had good stories like calvin’s to tell you all.  looks like i need to start drinking again.  oh, and thebusdriver, can you hit us up with a post?

anyways, definitely have not been updating too much recently.  i know what it feels like to work all day, everyday, even on weekends and make good money.  however, the problem with that is that is you have no time to spend your money.  made me realize that life and work balance is important, so i ended up qutting my job at a test prep company.  haha owned.

updates about my personal life:  besides work, i’ve gone out on a few dates with this girl, who is actually a co-worker of mine.  i’m not sure if i should feel awkward about that or not; remember, i’m a teacher, and her class is actually next door to mine.. owned.  however, things have been going pretty well, and we get along just fine.  even after two weeks, i’m not bored of her yet, which is something that frequently happens to me when i am dating a girl.  anyways, good times, and i’ll give you more updates as things progress.. or regress haha.

question of the day:  by what date should a guy try and make a physical move on a girl?  ie, hold her hand, cuddle, kiss.. whatever it may be.  when do girls expect this?

Long overdue post

It’s been quite awhile since i’ve updated this blog so it’s time for a typical long post.  Bear with me, I will probably be all over the place with the post since it’s been a few weeks.  Things are changing with the group of friends I have here.  Two of my closest buddies are currently in relationships (one just got back into one) with their ex gfs, and another guy friend of mine is a pussy (the one with the bowling ball girlfriend).  The girls I hang out with are starting to bore me.  One of my close friends here seems to always put herself in the same situation with guys.  She tends to always get involved in a friends with benefits situation with guys.  Once the guys are tired of fucking her, they dump her and she gets in a shitty mood.  It’s like, what the fuck, stop being such a slut then!

Anyways, last weekend was a buffer weekend for me.  I wanted to stay in and not go out cause i’ve been losing money left and right on alcohol.  Last Friday, I hit up Arlington Race Track with work people for a work outing.  This was my first time ever horsebetting.  At first I was apprehensive because I am in no financial position to be betting.  However, knowing me, it doesn’t take much to convince me to do anything, so I went ahead and started betting.  To my luck, I won every single bet I placed.  My buddy and I kept spying on these old dudes that were picking numbers so we just went with whatever they picked.  We kept winning one after another and I ended up leaving with $226 from betting $6 everytime.  I drank and got pretty wasted.  It was a great time.  After that I had a choice to leave with either mixed signals girl or girl with slightly larger ass.  I decided to go with the girl with the slightly larger ass.  I’m getting kinda bored of mixed signal girl.  I used to get excited when she would IM me at work, but now whenever she does it, it barely effects me at all.  I’m over it.  Girl with the slightly larger ass is only appealing to me right now because she has a boyfriend.  I ended up going into her car with the gay guy at work and another girl.  It was a fun car ride.  We gossiped and talked and sat in her boyfriends car.  Owned.  You know shits comfortable when a girl offers to drive for a company outing and takes her boyfriends car because it can fit more people.  Something about that was very lame and unattractive to me.  She was also wearing a northface jacket, like the ones you wear when you think it’s going to rain, but it doesnt.  It was very mother-like and it just enforced the fact that she’s given up on herself.

After we got back to the city I met up with my friend to get some sushi.  I just won money and I wanted to get sushi right away because I can’t afford that shit right now.  It was incredible.  Sushi tastes so much better when you can afford it.  I scarfed it down and headed home.  The next day, we went to the suburbs to eat at my buddies restaurant (the one that got back with his ex).  The whole night blew ass.  It’s been awhile since I’ve literally been so bored hanging out with my friends that I wanted to go home.  Because my friend is in a relationship now, he’s back to doing fucking lame ass things like playing Wii.  We ended up going to his house and playing Wii bowling and Mario Kart.  Sometimes it’s totally fine to hang out and play video games, like maybe a friday night after a long day at work, but not a fucking saturday night.  I was so bored that I started being a total ass and just sat on the couch doing nothing.  We finally went home.

I realized that sometimes, you just need something different.  That the same people can get really lethargic at times and hanging out with them can start to be a drag.  I love these guys, but I just needed a different flavor.  Last night was a def. a new flavor to say the least.  We headed out to a dive bar for happy hour.  I love my work friends.  I think it’s because we all have the same personalities and we’re still at that point in a friendship when you’re trying to be super nice and impress each other.  After a few pitchers, everyone in a relationship had left and it was just me, 2 girls and a gay guy.  Owned.  Oh well, I was drunk at this point and had told everyone that we had to go somewhere after this because i’ve already invested myself into this night to get wasted.  We ended hopping in a cab to another bar.  The cab driver was incredible.  He turned up the music and started singing fucking Miley Cyrus.  We then rolled down the windows and started dancing.  Yes, we were that obnoxious group that starts dancing in a cab while people on the street who are just trying to get a bite to eat look at us in disgust.  The cab driver would break and let go everytime we were stopped at a light to mimic the beats in the song.  It was ridiculous.

We ended up at another bar and at this point we were playing a game called “Marry, Fuck, and Kill,” where you name 3 people and the other person tells you which ones they’ll marry, fuck, and kill.  It was fun till it got weird cause we were bringing up people from work.  Awkward.  A few shots later we ended up at Boystown.  Fuuuuuck.  Gay bars again.  However, this time, it was def a different story.  This might top Guccimans experience with the gay craigslist listing.  The first bar we went to was Minibar.   I ran into an old co-worker there.  His roommate was the bartender so he was hooking me up with drinks.  It was great.  Since everyone was gay and I was with 2 straight girls, I was definetly enjoying the attention.  The best part was that there were several gay guys with straight girlfriends.  I felt very at ease.  This was the first time I didn’t feel like I had to impress anyone.

We headed to the next bar and this is where things got weird.  We walk into this bar and we get to the bartender and my buddy tells the bartender tonights my “Coming Out Party.” FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK Owned!  So the bartender looks at me and goes like “Congrats!” and gives me a free shot and drinks the whole night.  At first I was like shit, owned, but then I was getting free drinks so fuck it!  It’s my fucking coming out party tonight!  The rest of the night, I didn’t have to pay a dime.  We went to another club and got in for free and got free drinks.  Finally, I got fucked.  This time the bartender started asking me questions on “coming out.”  This was a problem.  After he asked me “So how did you decide to come out.” I didn’t know what to say so I was like “Umm well, you know, it just felt like the right time.”  Imediately he turned around and ignored me.  You obviously called my bluff.  Owned big time.  That was the end of being gay for a night.  The rest of the night was incredible.  I danced with several girls and had an amazing time.

I got back into my place and talked to my mom and told her the story.  She laughed and said something in the lines of “i always knew you were gay.”  Owned.  Anyways, I had a great time overall.  I bonded with one of the girls I was hanging out with that night.  She sits next to me at work but we never talked much cause when she had a bf she was really standoffish.  Now that she’s single she’s an incredible personality that I missed out on for the past year.  She’s not exactly my type (vegetarian/vegan) but she was very attractive to me last night.  Sometimes when you’re at a bar with a bunch of gay dudes, girls stand out a different way I guess.
Oh well, I think that’s enough for this post.  I hope you didn’t come out of this post (no pun intended) thinking I’m gay.

I <3 New York

Hi readers -

My apologies for neglecting you all for the past 5 days. I have been having a lovely time in fabulous New York. I’ve been eating food that’s to die for, drinking ridiculous amounts of alcohol, shopping up a storm (mainly blowing way too much $$ on ONE item that I’ve been eyeing for quite some time – yes, I finally did it!), and participating in obnoxious shenanigans. I really love this city, and it’s my goal to be bi-coastal one day. I don’t think my time in SF is done yet, but lord knows what I’m antsy as can be, and can’t stay in one place for the life of me.

I will share funny stories from my trip sometime tomorrow. For now, I am drunk from having wine at dinner, and cannot tell a story to save my life. I have been consistantly drunk for 5 days. I am taking full advantage of my 20’s. Being a pretty young thing has its perks. I love perks.

Good night! West Coast, I’ll see ya tamara!

what’s hot/what’s not

decided that i’m going to start doing what’s hot/what’s not lists for our blog since i frequently don’t have time to come up with any good material/ lack any time to create these opportunties to get owned.

anyways, i got this idea because i saw this girl driving down the highway in a red mini cooper with racing stripes, with big sunglasses on and all.  that’s hot.  all about the big sunglasses for girls– remember, +2 points in most men’s minds.

what’s not?  guys who try to pull off the “unisex” sunglasses, when all real guys really know that those are just women’s glasses.  only celebrities can look good in those big sunglasses.  and even that’s not 100% true.  sorry for all the normal folk out there.  get aviators if you have to, or just regular MEN’s sunglasses.  thanks.

HOME RUN!

Woo! Go Giants. I took a girlfriend to a baseball game tonight, courtesy of one of the managing directors at my firm. I managed to get silly drunk by the 4th inning and found myself cheering at every home run, screaming, “WAY TO GO, TIM LINCECUM! I’LL GIVE YOU MY NUMBER LATER!” I don’t even think he made most of those home runs, but it was fun cat-calling him from the stands. Call me immature, but I’m in my early 20’s – if I can’t behave obnoxiously now, then when can I ever? Being cool is overrated – it’s all about making an ass out of yourself and laughing about it later when you’re sober.

I haven’t seen the VMAs, but I hear that Britney looked great. I am really rooting for her. I always have, except for that 4 month glitch in which I liked Christina Aguilera more. Britney Spears in 2008 represents all women at their VERY WORSE, but pictures of her from the VMA’s prove that if she can keep truckin’ along and look amazing, we can all improve too. 2009 is the year of Britney’s comeback. I applaud you, Miss Spears.

Long weekend

Everytime the White Sox make a home run, fireworks are blown right next to my window.  At first it was kinda cool, now it’s fucking annoying as hell.  Having fireworks randomly appear next to your window would be one of those annoying things that girls like; like Disneyland and going to the zoo, so i’m glad I have noone to share it with.

It’s been an interesting past few weeks.  Last weekend I had a long weekend that was spent in Chicago.  This was a first.  Normally, I maximize my weekends to travel somewhere, either home or LA.  This time, I was broke and decided to stay home.  I never slept so much.  It was a great feeling, although it got kind of tiresome after awhile.  I went to a BBQ last Saturday at my friend Love’s house.  It was a nice time.  My buddy Mike joined us since his year hiatus with his ex-gf, whom we all hated, finally came to an end.  This girl cheated on him with 2 guys and he managed to forgive her and they went at it for another year.  Things are complicated with him.  When he had broken up with his ex gf the 1st time, he hooked up with my friend Love.  Then she dumped him and went for another guy.  This is starting to sound like the Hills.  Either way, ever since he got back with his gf, him and Love have been really awkward around each other.  When we went to Miami, he had to come, and of course a real world moment occured one night after conversing over huge glasses of mohitos.  Anyways, he shows up and it’s kinda awkward at first but we were like, fuck it, lets drink.  You finally broke up with your psycho ex-gf.  We all took some shots, the night ensued, and at some point we were taking shots of some homemade “caramel” vodka.  At this point, I could say I was pretty wasted.  The kind of wasted I am when I get really happy but say really stupid things.  My close friends know what I’m talking about.

It’s time for cheering, so we raise our glasses, and I say “To the bowling ball, and to Lucky Strike bowling alley!”  At this moment, my buddies literally start cracking up and have this look of “OMG what the fuck did you just say Calvin.”  I then realized what I had just said and literally swallowed my shot and was thinking of a way to explain this to Mike.  To make a long story short, “bowling ball” is what we referred to Mike’s ex-gf as because she is…well, shaped like a fucking bowling ball. The girl is like 5′1″, round, fat, and circular shaped.  Mike, on the other hand is skinny, 6′3″, and not round.  So we would call her “bowling ball” and Mike would be the “Pins.”  Either way, it was our way to hate on his ex-gf for what she did to our friend.  Mike all of a sudden had this look on his face like WTF are you guys talking about.  At this point, I was like, well I can either make up an elaborate story or tell him the truth.  I’m a man of honesty…actually I just couldn’t come up with something that would fly.  I’m not very creative when i’m intoxicated.  So I told him the truth.  You know those times when you’re trying to explain something and you’ve got it perfect in your head but it comes out of your mouth wrong?  Yeah, that was one of those times.  I was like “Well you see Mike, your gf, well, you know, she’s kinda shaped like a …..bowling ball, so you know…we kinda called her that because we didn’t like her…”  At this point, Mike looks like he’s about to knock me out.  I figured, fuck it, long overdue, this guy never listens to us, is super stubborn, and pissed me off before.  But he’s a pussy and just sits down and mumbles that he’s tired and wants to go to sleep.

At this point, Love and Anthony have retreated to the top floor hiding and laughing.  I felt like shit cause I just made fun of somebodies ex-gf, and he was sleeping.  I pulled him to the side and told him we had to talk.  45 minutes of me apologizing and metaphorically getting on my knees occured as he listened but still had the look that he had made up his mind that i’m a total asshole.  He then went home feeling that he wasn’t welcomed.  I gave up.  I said what I had to say and that was that.  Plus, I figured, 95% of the time I’m a really nice guy.  Give me my 5% of asshole-ness.

I got back to the deck and told the troops what had happened, we talked about it, and decided to all go out and get more wasted.  We hit up a house-party that was reminiscent of a college party with pong tables and flip cub tables ready to go.  I was drunk, so Anthony and I started a flip cup tournament.  This cute girl walked by and wanted to join.  She was pretty hot, i’m not going to lie.  Then I asked her how old she was and she told me she was 19.  At first I was thinking to myself, fuck it, 19 is pretty damn young.  Then I realized, fuck it again, mine as well try to hit it.  We conversed more until I literally couldn’t understand what she was saying because she wasn’t saying anything.  She was boring as fuck, and imean granted, i’d totally hit it, but it just wasn’t worth it anymore.  I gave up.

We left and went to a bar when all of a sudden Mike calls and tells us hes back.  Apparently his friend had told him “If you act like a pussy, you are a pussy.”  That line is probably the most retarded line ever, but that somehow convinced him to come back and hang out.  I dont know, at this point, I stopped caring and wanted to get some shots of patron injected into my veins.  We hit up Buzz, and I got down with some latina chick and ended up making out.  She was a pretty bad kisser, the kind that sticks her tongue down your throat so I passed on that and was ready to head on home.

The next day I went to meet up the same people for breakfast and chugged 3 fresh squeezed OJ’s ala Gucciman style.  I felt like crap and ended up just watching tv for the whole night.  Mike and I are cool again but honestly I don’t even really care for it.  He kept telling me that we should’ve told him we didn’t like his gf.  I thought it was fucking obvious.  But to some people, they dont see it.  I just don’t see the point to tell my friends that their gfs suck.  Imean who wants to be told that.  It’s one of things where I know where my boundaries are.  I’m not going to go and say, hey dude, your gf is fucking fat and lame and shes a bitch.  Imean if she cheated on you, i’ll say that, but if she didn’t then there’s no point to be critical.  Everyone has their reasons why they are with someone and that’s something to respect.

Either way, it was a long weekend and this time around, I decided to save money and not go out this weekend.  I woke up this morning to a beautiful day and went grocery shopping.  First I hit up the chinese supermarket to get some dumplings, green onion pancakes, sauces, and ramen noodles.  Then I hit up the american grocery store for some grub to last me the next week.  I came home and made some homemade chicken soup while watching Bill Maher’s Real Time in the background.  What a great show.

Last night I watched Curb your Enthusiasm in bed on my laptop and laughed my fucking ass off.  I miss that show so much.  I really like to laugh out loud when noones around.  It just reminds me that i’ve come far enough to enjoy myself so much that I don’t constantly need the company of others to be happy.

So since it’s been slow in the love life stage recently, I decided to take a crack at some online dating.  Only problem was that every site makes you pay.  There should be no reason to pay for these kind of services.  I didn’t continue.  Then I realized i’m an idiot for giving it a shot but you know sometimes, when you’re all alone on a Friday night watching TV with a laptop on your lap, facebook just isn’t enough.  It’s a weird thing but you’ll know it when you get single.  I’ve talked too much and it’s time for me to eat.  Later.

To blog or not to blog?

I’m over this blog. Are you? I have 3 other blogs I need to contribute to on a more consistent basis, but because the other blogs require actual thinking (and sometimes, RESEARCH! *shudder), I tend to blog in this one more often. No, I don’t think before blogging on this blog. I just write about whatever my insomniac self feels like writing about. Notice that most of my blog entries are written after 1:30 AM. I usually blog when I can’t sleep, or the morning after a heavy night of drinking. 

I’m so bored out of my mind. >:(

game on.. or game off

last wednesday i met a girl, thought she was cute, so i asked her for her number.  i decided to wait a day to holla at her.  on friday, i asked her out to dinner and took her out to dinner in long beach on friday night.  went to a greek place for dinner and then went to a dave & busters like place for an hour or so.  dropped her off at home early because she had to work the next day, on a saturday morning.

anyways, i decide to text her saturday morning just to quip about how she has to work.  no reply.  i decide that she’s probably just working, so i’ll try calling her later saturday afternoon, since i knew she was going to be done with work by then.  left a quick voicemail, but didn’t get a call back.  it’s now wednesday, and i still haven’t gotten a call or text.  owned.

game off.  haha, damn, i’m usually at least able to get a 2nd date.  probably was a bit too eager here, but then again, who cares.  a lot more cuties out there to holla at, i just need more time and money.  work started again, so basically its game over for social life until the winter time.. :\