Time Machine

A very random girls night out on Saturday turned into my first online dating adventure. We were invited to join a boy and his friends on a night out in Downtown Los Angeles for some drinks and a possible karaoke session. Without the support of my girlfriends, I would have never mustered enough courage to take on such a mission. It takes a lot for me to even admit to being a coward most of the time in life, as well as having thin skin. I embarrass easily, though I can play it off quite well. It wasn’t until I circled the block for the third consecutive time waiting for the valet did I really start to lose all composure. Palms sweating, the hairs on the back of my neck stood to attention, shortness of breath, and a little nausea crept up as well… I desperately needed an escape plan. I tried being coy and asked the girls if they would much rather have a real girls night out. In unison, my ears vibrated ferociously with a resounding, “No!!” Eyes blurred a bit by now, and since I had control of the vehicle, being the driver and all, I was about to make a run for it. That is until M.C. threatened to pull me out of the car by my hair… This actually did not sound too horrible until I realized the possibility of my gigantic butt flashing random strangers during the struggle, being in a mini dress and all… I decided to walk into the bar, head up high and dignified…

Hmm… What nickname could I give this boy for the sake of writing? Ahh, Let’s call him “DM”…

DM & Co. were perfect gentlemen to say the least, very sweet and attentive to the girls and I. The chemistry was lacking a bit between DM and I though... I had more fun being with my girlfriends and seeing them having a great night. All in all, a very peaceful night, until J.C. fell down the stairs and ate shit. Nonetheless, DM’s a very great guy; he called to make sure I arrived home safely. We are planning on going out again on Wednesday. A real date… dinner and coffee… Let’s see shall we?

I had an intensely vivid dream on Sunday, involving me somehow inventing a time machine. I did what every self-righteous human being would do, save the world. Okay, I really didn’t. I traveled back in time to give my eighteen-year-old self the lottery numbers for the next decade… Back to The Future movies were always my favorite. Needless to say, I most definitely wasn’t a happy camper when I woke. Being immensely too excited about this blog, I entertained myself with thoughts of a “relationship time machine” … only capable of reversing certain horrendous moments of past meetings with a significant other. Countless moments swam through my head until cluttered with regret…

Nope, I wouldn’t change a damn thing! I am who I am and what I have become because of these life experiences. I wouldn’t even for a moment consider giving up my friendships to avoid a few heartbreaks. We give and we take in life. I have given a lot, but what I’ve taken is much more dear to me and irreplaceable.

Take for example, one of my closest friends, “Lucky Hubs” (Horrible pseudo name, I deeply apologize, but way better than her own suggestion of “Yoda”). At one point in life about 10 yrs ago, we had the same boyfriend… at the exact same time, unbeknownst to us of course. I admit to being the mistress. Lucky and this man were together for quite some time before I, the evil whore, came along and ruined this union… This man was not so much a soul mate to either of us. We were hurt and torn for a while; however, over the years we’ve both realized it was meant to be… Lucky and I were meant to be friends for this entire lifetime, the story of wifey and the whore. Even through the ugly, something magnificent can be found. The End.

Thanks girls for holding me up or body slamming me back down when need be! (Wonderful Twin, JC, MC, Yoda (*gag), SB, and VW)
If no one will take me as I am, please always have an extra seat for me at the dinner table on Thanksgiving and Christmas… Also, please don’t forget the Cool Whip for the pie… Much appreciated.