So its been over a week since my last update. I've eaten all the chocolates mr awkard sent, the flowers are on the table, and I haven't spoken to him nor has he contacted me since.
I've been through two rounds of interviews at the children center I've applied to, and I'm just waiting to hear from them.* I've got my round two interview at the hospital tomorrow morning. The waiting game is killing me. ugh.
Not much to say about Dr Bravo either. We're still hanging out lots, but still no kiss. Friend Zone? I hope not.
So... I guess I'll let you all know when i know more. hopefully soon.
*as soon as i signed out of this account, and into my email i found a rejection notice from the child center. They went with someone else.
Monday, February 22, 2010
Friday, February 12, 2010
flowers and lies
I woke up this morning and decided i would be very direct with Dr Bravo. Since mr awkward had denied being the source of the flowers, i only had one other guess.
I texted the dr "did you send me flowers?" and he said "no, did you get flowers?"
"yeah," i replied "but there wasn't a name on them. odd."
He responded "your secret admirer's calendar is off by a few days."
So, I've given him a few things to chew over. 1. I have a secret admirer, that isn't him. 2. I would think that he likes me enough that he would send me flowers, and 3. possibly that i hoped that he had sent them.
Well, then, who sent them?
Mr awkward popped up on facebook chat, and i asked him again "honestly [mr] did you send me flowers?"
He said "no."
I gave the whole situation some thought, so I did some investigating, and on the box the flowers came in there was a phone number, With the area code from the city i moved out of just a few months ago. Hmmm, i checked the number with various single men i know of in the area (whose numbers i had in my cell), and no matches.
I went back to facebook, looked up the profile for mr awkward, and there. Yes. Its a match.
So, now, not only is he awkward, but he lied to me. Just plain lied.
Now I've gone from grateful for beautiful flowers and slightly confused, to extremely put out... and severely confused.
I get that he probably still has some sort of torch burning for me, but we've been over this. Its not happening.
Here's hoping this whole situation will help me define very clearly two different relationships... and even more so that one flame would be snuffed out for good, and the other flamed into some hot hot lovin! haha
Lemon... hopeful?
I texted the dr "did you send me flowers?" and he said "no, did you get flowers?"
"yeah," i replied "but there wasn't a name on them. odd."
He responded "your secret admirer's calendar is off by a few days."
So, I've given him a few things to chew over. 1. I have a secret admirer, that isn't him. 2. I would think that he likes me enough that he would send me flowers, and 3. possibly that i hoped that he had sent them.
Well, then, who sent them?
Mr awkward popped up on facebook chat, and i asked him again "honestly [mr] did you send me flowers?"
He said "no."
I gave the whole situation some thought, so I did some investigating, and on the box the flowers came in there was a phone number, With the area code from the city i moved out of just a few months ago. Hmmm, i checked the number with various single men i know of in the area (whose numbers i had in my cell), and no matches.
I went back to facebook, looked up the profile for mr awkward, and there. Yes. Its a match.
So, now, not only is he awkward, but he lied to me. Just plain lied.
Now I've gone from grateful for beautiful flowers and slightly confused, to extremely put out... and severely confused.
I get that he probably still has some sort of torch burning for me, but we've been over this. Its not happening.
Here's hoping this whole situation will help me define very clearly two different relationships... and even more so that one flame would be snuffed out for good, and the other flamed into some hot hot lovin! haha
Lemon... hopeful?
Thursday, February 11, 2010
A little help, please!
Today was the second day in a row of job interviews. Yesterday's interview at a local group home went very well. I like the facility, and although it is currently my second choice, I think I would really like it there if thats how the cards are played.
I had a phone interview this morning about a mental health professional position at the local Childrens' hospital. It must have gone well enough, since I got an email this afternoon asking me to come in for an in person interview. YAY!
I'm likely to start working at the group home, and when things become clear about the job at the hospital make a final decision. Probably, for a while I'll take both jobs.
Then, as I'm pacing the living room, trying to make major life decisions, The UPS truck stops on our street. The guy brings a package up to my front door, rings the doorbell and runs back to his truck. I open the front door to see a box from a flower company.
Flowers? Who in our house would get flowers?
Lo and behold... Its MY name on the label! WHAT?! I open the box, and its a dozen roses. red, pink, white. But...
There's no name on the card. NO NAME! Who does that?
I can instantly think of two guys who would likely send me flowers, unsigned. There's the obvious, and I really hope it was him, Dr Bravo. He seems the type to put forth some effort, especially with the dreaded Vday in the next few days.
Then... there's mr awkward. The smelly guy i knew in college, who recently said he was going to send me something in the mail. I facebook messaged him to ask "did you send me flowers" and he replied by saying his package was sent out yesterday, so shouldn't be here yet. Then replied again asking if i wanted him to send flowers.
I'm taking that as a no. But i guess i'll know for sure if/when a package comes from him in the next few days.
No matter the situation, I have roses on my table.
Also, I've run about 11 miles in the last week. WOOO!
Lemon UP!
I had a phone interview this morning about a mental health professional position at the local Childrens' hospital. It must have gone well enough, since I got an email this afternoon asking me to come in for an in person interview. YAY!
I'm likely to start working at the group home, and when things become clear about the job at the hospital make a final decision. Probably, for a while I'll take both jobs.
Then, as I'm pacing the living room, trying to make major life decisions, The UPS truck stops on our street. The guy brings a package up to my front door, rings the doorbell and runs back to his truck. I open the front door to see a box from a flower company.
Flowers? Who in our house would get flowers?
Lo and behold... Its MY name on the label! WHAT?! I open the box, and its a dozen roses. red, pink, white. But...
There's no name on the card. NO NAME! Who does that?
I can instantly think of two guys who would likely send me flowers, unsigned. There's the obvious, and I really hope it was him, Dr Bravo. He seems the type to put forth some effort, especially with the dreaded Vday in the next few days.
Then... there's mr awkward. The smelly guy i knew in college, who recently said he was going to send me something in the mail. I facebook messaged him to ask "did you send me flowers" and he replied by saying his package was sent out yesterday, so shouldn't be here yet. Then replied again asking if i wanted him to send flowers.
I'm taking that as a no. But i guess i'll know for sure if/when a package comes from him in the next few days.
No matter the situation, I have roses on my table.
Also, I've run about 11 miles in the last week. WOOO!
Lemon UP!
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Good Day
These are the things that made my day wonderful:
bought a new outfit for my interview tomorrow. Long shirt/dress (green) with grey slacks, and black heals.
Went grocery shopping, bought fresh fruit, veggies, and all sorts of various healthy things.
Made dinner, it was delicious. Couscous with chicken and veggies.
Went to bible study. Hung out with some cool kids, discussed Jesus.
Ran 2.25 miles with Dr Bravo. He got to introduce himself to my parents and got to talk cars with my dad.
He said he'll call me tomorrow.
Lemon Out.
bought a new outfit for my interview tomorrow. Long shirt/dress (green) with grey slacks, and black heals.
Went grocery shopping, bought fresh fruit, veggies, and all sorts of various healthy things.
Made dinner, it was delicious. Couscous with chicken and veggies.
Went to bible study. Hung out with some cool kids, discussed Jesus.
Ran 2.25 miles with Dr Bravo. He got to introduce himself to my parents and got to talk cars with my dad.
He said he'll call me tomorrow.
Lemon Out.
Monday, February 8, 2010
From both sides
Funny thing happened yesterday.
Dr Bravo called to see if I wanted to go for a run. He talked me into it, and gave me a time when he'd pick me up after work.
My mom asked what my plans for the day included, and I told her we were going for a run. She then starts berating me about not having met this boy, and he can come in next time he picks me up. I reminded her that she's met him before, and she said that ten years ago didn't count. I rolled my eyes, and told her not to put pressure on me and my undefined relationships.
Mom left for the afternoon, and shortly there after the Dr stopped by to pick me up. We headed for a local trail, and ended up "running" (there was a bit of walking... I'm out of shape) a little over 3 miles.
On the way back to my house the Dr said to make sure to say "hi" to my parents for him. I said sure, I would, and he chimed in that he hadn't met them. What is this? some sort of Deja vous? I reminded him that he has met my parents, and again, he claimed that back in high school didn't count.
Is it just me, or does anyone else see a pattern developing here?
We pulled up to the front yard, and my dad happened to be standing on the porch, giving car keys back to a lady he's been helping out. The dr looked at me, and said "should i say hi? I should go shake his hand."
"ya, sure, if you want to" I replied, and he turned off the car. We walked up to the front door, and I said "Dad, you remember [Dr Bravo], right?"
Dad says "ya, sure" then turns to go back in the house without giving the Dr a second look. Dr Bravo speaks up, and states that he wants to shake Dad's hand, so dad obliges, then abruptly turns around and disappears into the house. AWKWARD. Dr Bravo is standing there, looking a little stunned by the quickness of it all.
I've got both mom and the Dr harping on me how they haven't gotten officially introduced since I was 18, while dad not only doesn't seem too worried about getting an introduction... or sticking around once he gets one.
I'm not really sure what's gotten into everyone lately, but I'm not going to complain if he's the one prompting introductions.
Lemon Out.
Dr Bravo called to see if I wanted to go for a run. He talked me into it, and gave me a time when he'd pick me up after work.
My mom asked what my plans for the day included, and I told her we were going for a run. She then starts berating me about not having met this boy, and he can come in next time he picks me up. I reminded her that she's met him before, and she said that ten years ago didn't count. I rolled my eyes, and told her not to put pressure on me and my undefined relationships.
Mom left for the afternoon, and shortly there after the Dr stopped by to pick me up. We headed for a local trail, and ended up "running" (there was a bit of walking... I'm out of shape) a little over 3 miles.
On the way back to my house the Dr said to make sure to say "hi" to my parents for him. I said sure, I would, and he chimed in that he hadn't met them. What is this? some sort of Deja vous? I reminded him that he has met my parents, and again, he claimed that back in high school didn't count.
Is it just me, or does anyone else see a pattern developing here?
We pulled up to the front yard, and my dad happened to be standing on the porch, giving car keys back to a lady he's been helping out. The dr looked at me, and said "should i say hi? I should go shake his hand."
"ya, sure, if you want to" I replied, and he turned off the car. We walked up to the front door, and I said "Dad, you remember [Dr Bravo], right?"
Dad says "ya, sure" then turns to go back in the house without giving the Dr a second look. Dr Bravo speaks up, and states that he wants to shake Dad's hand, so dad obliges, then abruptly turns around and disappears into the house. AWKWARD. Dr Bravo is standing there, looking a little stunned by the quickness of it all.
I've got both mom and the Dr harping on me how they haven't gotten officially introduced since I was 18, while dad not only doesn't seem too worried about getting an introduction... or sticking around once he gets one.
I'm not really sure what's gotten into everyone lately, but I'm not going to complain if he's the one prompting introductions.
Lemon Out.
Monday, February 1, 2010
Not a bad weekend
Saturday night was, for all intents and purposes, a success.
He texted to asked if I could take a photo of him as a part of his med school application, and since I was already elbow deep in homemade marinara sauce, I said sure, to come on over, and if he was hungry I would feed him too. He called me back and said he'd be on his way in just a few minutes, and that he loved me.
I made a quick call to my favorite Crushologist to discuss this revelation, and pass the nervous minutes until I heard him rumble up to my front door. Lets be honest, a large part of me wants to pretend like he wasn't just super excited to get food, and that he really always has loved me, and he's just now saying it about food, so as to get it out in the open.
Once he arrived, we realized I didn't have any vegetables for a side dish, so he offered to head to the grocery store to pick some up, and get some wine. Who was I to say no to either?
Two bottles of Cab Sauv later we attempted to take a photo, but the lighting was poor, and my hand wasn't very steady. We decided to give it up, and head out to a party he knew of. He said a guy we used to know from high school would be there, and we were off.
We arrived, and not only did I know one guy from high school, I knew all sorts of people. Apparently the Dr stays in better contact with people I knew in Middle School than I do with lots of people i knew in college. Weird. Ok, so maybe not super weird, since we all went to high school together, I just lost touch with them all after middle school. The joys of going to a large school.
The party was a good time. I got asked a few times why I would waste my time with the Dr, as if I'm way better than he is, as if I'm out of his league, above his standard of dating. I think this was mostly a combination of shock that I still exist, and general picking on him. I'm not super worried about it.
On the drive back to my house he repeatedly gave my shoulder a little push, so as to cause me to lose my balance into the side door. My complaints of "heyyy" were received, and yet taken to mean "do that again!" Its just possible, that he read that correctly.
The physical touch has increased from 0 (like when we studied at the library) to a light to medium amount of flirt-ful touches, pushes, etc. Still no kiss though. There was a moment, standing next to his car as he dropped me off, that I thought could have evolved into a good night kiss. But he didn't go for it, and I don't need to throw myself at him.
Sunday he asked if we could try to get that picture done, so he came over again. I was hungover, he was hungover, I made him sit quietly through the last ten minutes of the Grey's Anatomy my sisters and I had been watching. My sisters excused themselves politely, as they both had places to go, and there we were, alone. He got his photo taken, and sent it off with his acceptance for his Med School interview. He hung out for a little over an hour longer, then decided he needed to go home and take a nap. I got a nice hug, and sent him on his way.
It was a very pleasant weekend overall, even with a hangover.
Lemon Out
He texted to asked if I could take a photo of him as a part of his med school application, and since I was already elbow deep in homemade marinara sauce, I said sure, to come on over, and if he was hungry I would feed him too. He called me back and said he'd be on his way in just a few minutes, and that he loved me.
I made a quick call to my favorite Crushologist to discuss this revelation, and pass the nervous minutes until I heard him rumble up to my front door. Lets be honest, a large part of me wants to pretend like he wasn't just super excited to get food, and that he really always has loved me, and he's just now saying it about food, so as to get it out in the open.
Once he arrived, we realized I didn't have any vegetables for a side dish, so he offered to head to the grocery store to pick some up, and get some wine. Who was I to say no to either?
Two bottles of Cab Sauv later we attempted to take a photo, but the lighting was poor, and my hand wasn't very steady. We decided to give it up, and head out to a party he knew of. He said a guy we used to know from high school would be there, and we were off.
We arrived, and not only did I know one guy from high school, I knew all sorts of people. Apparently the Dr stays in better contact with people I knew in Middle School than I do with lots of people i knew in college. Weird. Ok, so maybe not super weird, since we all went to high school together, I just lost touch with them all after middle school. The joys of going to a large school.
The party was a good time. I got asked a few times why I would waste my time with the Dr, as if I'm way better than he is, as if I'm out of his league, above his standard of dating. I think this was mostly a combination of shock that I still exist, and general picking on him. I'm not super worried about it.
On the drive back to my house he repeatedly gave my shoulder a little push, so as to cause me to lose my balance into the side door. My complaints of "heyyy" were received, and yet taken to mean "do that again!" Its just possible, that he read that correctly.
The physical touch has increased from 0 (like when we studied at the library) to a light to medium amount of flirt-ful touches, pushes, etc. Still no kiss though. There was a moment, standing next to his car as he dropped me off, that I thought could have evolved into a good night kiss. But he didn't go for it, and I don't need to throw myself at him.
Sunday he asked if we could try to get that picture done, so he came over again. I was hungover, he was hungover, I made him sit quietly through the last ten minutes of the Grey's Anatomy my sisters and I had been watching. My sisters excused themselves politely, as they both had places to go, and there we were, alone. He got his photo taken, and sent it off with his acceptance for his Med School interview. He hung out for a little over an hour longer, then decided he needed to go home and take a nap. I got a nice hug, and sent him on his way.
It was a very pleasant weekend overall, even with a hangover.
Lemon Out
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