Never Had a Dream Come True

It's been a long time... but I think its time we continue...

The most recent FUN thing in my life... I met a guy! I've been noticing him for the past couple years, he's so nice, so genuine, so caring... and he is a little older than me. Just a little. Ok... well twice my age.

I met him via Twitter... well sort of. It's a long story and it ends with him messaging me on Twitter. Oh, and he creeped me on Facebook.

There's also another interesting fact about him. He's kinda famous. Famous in the sense that he is on a TV show in Canada. So we'll call him FamousMan.

So we were Twittering back and forth on Friday and he asked me for my number so we could chat. So he called me! I totally thought someone was playing with me. I didn't actually think it was him until about 2 minutes in. We chatted for about 10 minutes, and then he flaked... wouldn't go for a drink because he "had to get up early." Lame. But on Sunday, we met up for a quick coffee before I headed to work.

I was so intimidated! I felt like everything I was saying sounded ridiculously stupid. And then as he was leaving, he leans in to do the traditional kiss-on-both-cheeks-celeb thing. I was so caught off guard. I had no idea what to do.

Then he sped off in his very, very nice expensive car. (After shaking hands with some of his fans.)

I thought I wasn't going to hear from him again. I mean, like c'mon: I'm half his age, I sounded like an idiot, he has a child older than me...

But this morning... we made a tentative plan to meet up this weekend! So we're going to see where this goes.

One of my girlfriends, BlogGirl, thinks the whole situation is crazy and a little weird. I must admit, it's a little out of the ordinary. And kind of magical.

I'm gonna play this out and see where it goes. The point that I think I need to make clear is how nice and genuine and sincere he is. I'm so strangely attracted to him for these characteristics. It's not the fact that he is freaking FamousMan. He's just such a warm person. So hot.

Anyways, I'll be back to the prairies in just a few days! Hopefully I won't have to run into FP, but you know its inevitable...

Miss you,

xoxo Carrie

It Takes A Man

Miss Samantha,

I'm sitting in a main building on campus right now. I just observed an unbelievable sight....

A young Asian couple were walking by and the gentleman of the couple was.... carrying her pink bag.

Yea, for real. Who does that!? I mean its nice that he is trying to help her out. But her pink bag? Really? It's pink. And just because you're Asian and can get away with a lot of styles that a lot of other people can't, it is STILL NOT ACCEPTABLE to carry a pink bag.

There are a few reasons why this is NOT acceptable:

• Guys who do everything their girl wants are NOT real men. It is okay to say no once in awhile. If she's cool, she'll understand - well, if she's cool, she wouldn't have dared asked in the first place.


• He may think "maybe if I obey her, she'll put out tonight." Chances are she still won't put out tonight because she's only keeping you around for one reason - to carry her pink bag.


• If you're carrying her bag, maybe you're compensating for something - lack of pleasuring her, you're bad at sex - so maybe you should work on those skills instead of carrying her pink bag.


• You can train your dog to carry your bag. It is not okay to train your boyfriend to do this. It is not right - he is not a dog. You should respect him a little bit at least...

Boyfriends: MAN UP AND SAY NO!

Girlfriends: GIVE HIM A BREAK! He DOES NOT want to look whipped around his friends... but in bed its fine ;)

Miss you,

xoxo Carrie

People Are Crazy

Miss Samantha,

I've decided that I now have a crush on W. Brett Wilson of Dragon's Den. I would give up my life and be his trophy wife. Except, I'm pretty sure he would be all for my education because he's all big into philanthropy and helping people and that's obviously my goal in life - helping people, helping him, whatevs. And there is only a 30-year age gap. And his kids are probably older than me. But he's just so dreamy...

Anyways,

Miss you!

xoxo Carrie

Heartbreaker

Miss Samantha,

Remember a few posts back when I told you that I was feelings things again for Doctor, who I haven't heard from since last February when he slept with me and then his crazy gf (she's a stupid girl) blocked him out of my life?

Heard from him today.

Well on that day, I sent him an email to the only email I had of him. I know his email has changed but I was sure that at some point he would check it again. And he did, tonight. What I wrote in the email was:

"I need to hear from you. Just tell me if you are doing ok. Where are you living? How are things going? I miss you. -Carrie

He wrote back tonight:

"I rarely check this email. I'm doing well, med school here is great. I'm class president. I hope everything is going will with you. Again, I'm sorry for the way things turned out. I doubt anything is going to change in our communication for as long as I'm with gf. The whole situation is still a rough spot for us. Be happy. Do good." -Doctor

I think I'm done with that. That was a condescending email. He's not worth my time anymore. Lame. I hope he fails out of medical school. Not replying.

Miss you.

xoxo Carrie

Miss Halfway

Miss Samantha,

Monday was a better day. After last week, I needed to catch a break. It was taking a toll on my mood, my concentration, and my actions. I didn't even go out for my roommates birthday. It was a difficult time.

Luckily, I have a dad who is wonderful and thinks the same way I do. He was the only one who knew what to say.

On Monday, I got back an assignment from a class that I dread. I thought I bombed it because, frankly, I just don't care about that class and was pretty sure I didn't put very much effort into it. Turns out I lost one mark only... I got a 99!

Later that day, while I was working, I had a client who I spent 45 minutes with answering questions and touring him around the facilities. He came back about an hour after I was finished with a gift card to one of my favourite restaurants! It was so generous - it was part of my job!

After work, I got a phone call from a school in the US who is interested in my attending their grad program! I mean, I still have a lot of school left here in Canada and that's not something I would need to decide until the end of the summer - but holy frick! I was so excited! (But, the chances are that I will stay in the cold land we call Canada.)

The week started out great! My roommates have left for the week and I now have the house to myself to catch up on so much work!

Missing you as usual, update me when you get a chance in your busy day!

xoxo Carrie

Fallin'

Miss Samantha,

So much to catch you up on.

No doubt you heard about that tragic accident in the small town. That was a girl from my baseball team this summer - the girl who loved FP. Very sad, she will be missed. Her accident really bummed me out for awhile. It could have been anyone closer to me. So many people drive that road every day - FP for one. I can see the impact this has had on her close friends. I would be devastated.

The investigation found that she was texting and didn't even realize she was at the intersection. She also wasn't wearing her seatbelt. Apparently, she would have been seriously injured, but still alive if she was.

A serious lesson learned: No more texting while you drive, and please wear your seatbelt.

FP was taking it really hard. Not because he was really close to her per se, but he was close to those who were close to her. He also lost a friend a few years back and a lot of those feelings came back. We've both kind of seen that FP has some mood problems - during the summer when we were at the top of our relationship high, I could sense some depression or underlying issues. On Thursday, after the funeral, he called me very, very upset. He said he didn't know what to do anymore. He just wanted to be happy again and now that I wasn't in his life anymore it wasn't going to get better - and he just wanted it to be over. He got in his vehicle. I told him to go back inside. He told me he was going to drive to the city to check himself into an institution. He was asking for help. He told me he loved me and hung up. He wouldn't answer when I called back.

I didn't know what to do, Sam. I was so scared. So heartbroken. The only thing I could think of was to call his mom. I talked to her and she told me "thanks for calling" and hung up. I could tell in her voice that she knew what was going on. I didn't hear from either of them all night. I was so scared. I spent the night with Cat.

The next morning, I kept calling - phone was off. Finally he answered late in the morning. He didn't kill himself. He got an impaired and lost his license, spent the night in the police station. His parents drove down there that night. He was hurting and at the last moment instead of driving into the oncoming transfer truck, he hit the ditch. He stayed there until the police drove by. He said it was the only way he knew how to ask for help. I would have been the last person he talked to if he wouldn't have chosen to drive the other way. His mom called him just as he was in the ditch.

I can't describe to you what I was feeling. I was sad, angry, frustrated, scared, relieved and everything inbetween - I didn't know how to feel. Finally, he's getting the help he's been needing for five years now. He starts counselling on Thursday. He has no license, so he will need to find other ways to remain occupied. His parents and I suggested he go live with them for awhile. That way he'd be able to do his counselling, work at a job, and be in a smaller town so he could get around. Having no vehicle will be a hindrance, but thank god he's alive.

I've been wanting to fill you in with that for the last couple of days but only now am able to talk about it without tears obstructing my view. It's really made me consider things lately. I know that right now I can't be with FP. He needs to do this on his own. I can no longer be his crutch, although he knows I'm there to support him throughout his recovery. All I can say is thank god he's alive - that would have destroyed me for a long time.

I miss you.

xoxo Carrie

Waiting on the Wonderful

Miss Samantha,

I continue to write you, yet you still never respond. Tsk tsk, lady. (Except I know you're busy... so I understand.) This has been my only outlet lately so I will continue to write to keep our readers entertained.

FP is coming to visit me tomorrow. This is our last-chance weekend. I still don't know what's going on. I've been saying that for months now. Cat and I had a good lunch date today (I had to replace you some how...) and she told me to lay out my plans: school, graduation, moving across the country, and career, tell FP about them, tell him you're not planning on getting married anytime soon, and then its in his hands. She told me that I am feeling too much pressure because all of these decisions... whether to continue the relationship, whether he should move here, etc... are my responsibility. I think she's right. I am being pulled in so many directions.

Tonight, I told him all of this and told him that he's a smart person and he needs to challenge himself. He needs a change. I don't think he should continue with his trade, because its not enough for him. That's probably why he's miserable. I told him I don't want to talk every single night about getting oil on his truck and what happened at the pub. I wanted to have a legit conversation and debate something. (You know I love a good debate.) So he brought up privatization of health care in Canada. Haha. He actually made an effort and we had an intelligent conversation. It really brightened my day.

We will see how the weekend goes. I'm pretty sure I'll understand after this weekend, although I did say that at Thanksgiving... meh, either way I'm getting laid.

On another note, my roommate, NursingGirl, is going on a date tomorrow. I'm so excited for her because dates are a rarity among our household. I think I might play dressup :)

As usual,

xoxo Carrie