Tuesday, January 29, 2013

What gives?

So... I spent last evening sending messages back and forth with a fellow on blackpeople.  Then we figured out that we work for the same school district.

My first response - uh oh.  I've come to learn that black men are a hot commodity. Black professional men who work in a school building are hot tamales!  Not only do all of the single black women want him, but many of the single (or otherwise) white women, Hispanic women, etc. want to (ahem) spend time with him.

But my second response - maybe.  Don't close a door until you know.  So I admit to him that I'm curious.  I suggest coffee or tea.  I also give him an out: "unless [working in the same district] is a deal breaker for you."  He responded, "we can do a coffee date "

So we make plans:

...I Said:
...Subject: Re: LETS TALK 10:03 PM on 1/28/2013
...Any place you prefer?

He Said:
Subject: Re: LETS TALK 10:09 PM on 1/28/2013
lets do the coffee spot

...I Said:
...Subject: Re: LETS TALK 10:32 PM on 1/28/2013
...Okay. The spot it is. I'll check in with you tomorrow. Good night.

The next day...
...I Said:
...Subject: Re: LETS TALK 10:15 AM on 1/29/2013
...When would you like to meet?

See the problem?  My last communication with him was at 10:15 this morning.  After thinking that we were planning to meet after work today, and after spending quite a bit of time making sure I was wearing a "first impression" outfit.  After spending all day looking at my phone expectantly for his response to come through.........waiting.......waiting........

Did I assume too much?  Did I have the wrong impression?  I thought we were interested in meeting EACH OTHER.  After all, he suggested that we meet yesterday evening. But, maybe I was pushing on something that wasn't there.  I'm too damn old for these games.  Does he? Doesn't he? I would much rather be up front.

Something like:
Hello guys out there.
Looking for a single, mature man who is educated (self or university).  Looking for a man who is cool with who I am, and is comfortable with who he is.  Looking for a man who appreciates my sense of humor and comes with one of his own.  A man who thinks I'm drop dead gorgeous and can't wait to get his hands on my body.  Every nook and cranny of my body.  A man who understands that as we age the body changes (most likely because his body has changed as well).  A man who wants to be my friend and THEN my lover.


Tuesday, January 22, 2013

Getting restless

So....what to do....

I am visiting blackpeoplemeet and match on a regular basis.  Everyday, in fact.  There have been a few nibbles on blackpeoplemeet, but nothing I feel is worth taking ashore.  There's been absolutely nothing happening on match.  There was Mr. F150 one year ago, and that was it.

I'm feeling better about myself.  Feeling sexy...feeling me...you know.  So, why isn't anyone else?

Getting tired of waiting.  Don't misunderstand, still not going to just throw away this well preserved cookie, but ... Wazzuuuuuuup????

Anyway, making a date with myself to meet at the gym tomorrow.  So Girlie, be there or be ...flabby? ;)

Wednesday, January 2, 2013

I'm 100 Today!!

The following posts have been copied and pasted from my Obesityhelp blog.  I'm excited, so I want to tell everyone, but I'm lazy, so I only want to write it once.  The news is still the same:  I AM ONE HUNDRED POUNDS LESS TODAY!!!!
100 Today!

I'm 100 Today!! [Edit Post]
11 minutes ago
I decided to get on the scale this morning, and low and behold.... I am exactly 100 pounds lighter than I was when I was rolled into the operating room!!!
Woo-hoo!!!!!!!!!!!!! Happy re-birthday to me.
And...happy early BIRTHDAY  to me for my actual birthday is on Saturday, and I am physically almost half the person I was on my last birthday.  I just read a post where a member asked when is the honeymoon over. I'm here to tell you that my honeymoon is just beginning.  Feeling good!

"Was it worth it?" [Edit Post]
on November 17, 2012 9:31 am
So. I'm in the hair loss stage.  Great weight loss, but I have found that the stories I've read all over the place are holding true for me as well.  I'm losing a lot of hair.  Because I have dread locks, it is sooooo obvious.  My mother, who had hair loss from way back, looks at me with pity.  My 6 foot tall, teen-age son stares down at my baldness.  Last night, while looking at me from across the room, he asked me, "So, was it worth it?"
"Worth what?" I ask, because I had just been watching television.  Minding my own business.
"Worth losing your hair."
Yes, it echoed in my head. Just like that.
I suppose it was. I'm healthier.  I can walk 10 feet without sweating.  I can climb stairs without huffing and puffing.  I am beginning to look GREAT in my jeans.  The list goes on and the pros FAR outweigh the cons.  Yes, I think I'd do it again.
I suppose this may be God's way of keeping me humbled.  Great body.  No hair.