I looked for a place to go mingle last night. Found a place on the web, got the directions, couldn't find it, found some place else, walked in......the doorman didn't talk to me, stood in line for a drink for 15 minutes - no one spoke to me. I don't need to be the center of attention, but come on - some dirty old man ALWAYS say hi. People looked at me. Even established eye contact - but no one said hi. So I get my drink, wander around - no one makes way - no one says hi. I'm thinking - shit, tough crowd, when I spot a hole in the wall of people around the walls and two guys watching the crowd. So I saddle up and say hi tell them I just wanted a place to park and we start talking. They're from Phoenix too, just visiting. Am I a lesbian? No, I answer seriously wounded. Well, why am I in the gay community? Gay community? I had seen some gay bars but had chosen this one because it looked rather normal - but no - still gay. Which explains all the wife beaters and my wounded self-esteem. "Don't worry," they said, "you'd be a really hot lesbian."
GABBY GIRL Somehow I've managed to get myself into a situation with a girlfriend where we gossip. Maybe it's because I haven't had a girlfriend in many years but it's feeling very unlike me. She's a doll, but this is definitely something I'm going to have to shy away from. I don't even find it that entertaining. How immature of me.
SINGLE AGAIN My first week being single has been fantastic. I have yet to be bored, I have also failed to meet one single person. How have I managed? Very simple. Home to work. Work to home. Old habits die hard. However the weekend is around the corner. Will I venture out alone? Will I dare speak to a stranger without a proper introduction or backup friends?
WHAT I'VE LEARNED FROM TOM LEYKIS I CANNOT truly be an attractive woman because: I have inner-beauty, am independent, am confident, and am not attention whore. Nor do I date men depending on the size of their bank account or sleep with them depending on how much money they blew on our date. If I did though, I would probably be a 9 instead of an 8. Oh let's be real, I'd only be an 8 - I have no boobs and I'm 27. However, according to Tom if I was an 8, I'd get some guys to pay for my boobs and then I'd be a 9. Hmmmmm....something to think about it.
OK, done thinking. Nope, can't do it because if I was a 9 then I would only be able to date older men with large accounts and that's just nasty. What's the point of being super attractive and sleeping with some fat old guy who has to lower my self-confidence so that I don't leave him. Let's be real Tom - you need bimbos because you have to buy them. You need them emotionally broken because you can't deal with a woman who knows her own value.
One more thing - no intelligent single mother is going to intentionally get pregnant in order to "trap a man into a relationship". Get real! You think any man is worth single-parentdom? Men are great but no man is worth 18 years without a prior and believable commitment. Then again, Mr. Leykis is not speaking of intelligent women, just hook-ups matching the above description, and they might stoop to such juvenile behavior. I would suggest a better type of woman for Tom but then he: wouldn't have anything to talk about on his afternoon show, would go broke, and be nothing but a fat old man with a bitter attitude, or he would just have to kill the "Tom Leykis" radio personality.
SOMEBODY BE LOOKING FOR ME My recent google searches are, "Malisa", "shitty bank", "bigger boobs jealous muscles", "stix journey concert", and "fuzzbucket the movie".
I was approved for my home loan yesterday. Very helpful bank. Here was the phone conversation.
M: Your website says I need to do A, but it also says you received A on the 19th.
B: That's correct. There are no problems.
M: So do I need to do anything?
B: No, we have everything we need.
M: Can you tell me what the status of my loan is then?
B: It's been approved.
M: Really? That's fantastic. Can I get an approval letter then?
B: Yes, we'll fax that right over.
They only faxed the approval letter for the second loan (about $30,000) so I had to call back. But now I have them both and I'm ready to go shopping for my quarter million dollar box.
THE HEADACHE I had a headache that started Monday afternoon and lasted until I went to bed last night. It wasn't real bad, ibuprofen every 4 hours kept it in check, but I was still slow and sluggish. I ran hard for the first time today but there are no hills here so it still felt like I was cheating. Maybe I'll run on the beach tonight after work.
THE SCOOP Here's the deal. My children are at their dad's for two months. I need to move closer to Santa Monica. I'm not eligible for my 401k for a year so I need to buy a house. I know nothing about California and the different neighborhoods. Given the situation it seemed sensible to sublet a room for the summer while the kids are gone. Saving some money and getting to know the area a little better. I plannned on just renting a room from a college student who was going home for the summer. I put an ad on the web and got a couple of hits. One of the offers was a man who lives in Beverly Hills. He'd be in Europe for the first three weeks. He had a den/dining room he didn't know what to do with and thought that I could take his room while he was gone and then sleep on a futon in the other room when he came back.
I went over there during lunch one day. We met, he's cool. Nothing I'd get all romantic about since he's almost my dad's age but not a dirty old perv either. Just a guy with a room. So I took the deal. For less than half of what my normal rent would be I got a cute little pad in the heart of Beverly Hills. He thinks he's getting a hell of a deal too. He keeps taking me out to eat because he never cooks and he feels bad for taking my money. He's not icky and I felt really strange stashing my box of tampons under his sink. I took him to the airport this morning. He'll be back next weekend and then fly off again that Monday for another week. He works in the jewelry business and lots of stars wear their merchandise. His job is to take it to them and help sell the stuff. He took me to a photo shoot yesterday to pick up a wide assortment of diamond jewelry from the shoot with Katie Holmes as the model. He decided it would be fun to dress me up in the diamonds and some gowns he was supposed to take to someone. The dresses were way to big and so was the jewelry. We're not talking about diamond stud earings and a ring. We're talking a half a million dollars worth of rocks here. I've never even worn A diamond much less this much stuff. Pretty cool but the pictures are darn goofy. 110 pound girl with no boobs in a size 9 dresses and earrings down to her shoulders. Loved the bracelet though.
So that's me, the house, and the roommate. But for tonight it's just me, left over chinese food, and the first real bed I've slept on in a week and a half.
It's been a busy weekend. I shipped my children off to their dad's yesterday. That was pretty non-eventful. We're getting the hang of this now. It's always fun to watch your children run around with luggage tags pinned to their chest. Then I proceded to move from Orange County to Beverly Hills. I thought Orange County was rich. I now live in a place that doesn't have a coffee maker. Why should it when it takes less time to just walk to the Starbuck's and back? Not only did I move into a neighborhood I can't afford I moved in with a man! Yes, bachelorette, born again virgin, moved in with a man. Granted, I get my own room, but this is still really strange. I don't even spend the night at guys' houses when I do go on dates. Now there is someon always here. Another adult's toothbrush in the bathroom. Another opinion to consider. And this man is really tall, so all of the furniture is humongeous. I sit on the couch and my feet don't reach the floor. I feel like Alice in Wonderland.
