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

I Got A Feelin'

Miss Samantha,

So sad to hear that Ball Boy has given up. I hope he didn't give up because the chase is over.. if you know what I mean. Maybe him and girlfriend are having a moment and she went all Grey's chick on your ass? Haha. Either way, I'm glad he's gone for awhile. I always knew he was bad news.

So Bartender has come back into my life. I don't understand this one. Normally I can figure out boys, but this one is confuzzling me. He keeps on inviting me for a "beer." I understand that he works there... but is it necessary to invite me (who he's only known for about 6 months) instead of his girlfriend (who he has been dating for 2 years)? Is he flirting or am I just the "friend"? Because I'm pretty sure I could fall for him pretty hard if the opportunity arose. There was even one incident last spring where he invited me for a beer and I had nothing better to do, so I went. He then invited me upstairs to the part of the bar that was closed to play pool. "All the other tables are taken," he says. Ok, so awesome. Except nothing happened and I got too drunk. Then he said, "maybe it wasn't a good idea." Fuck. Get your shit together.

So anyways, I will see him tomorrow for sure since he is working and I have plans to go there for dinner with Cat. We'll see what happens, but what is your take on the sitch? My hairstylist thinks that he is just strange and wants that girl*space*friend, but he is taking it to the wrong level. He shouldn't be doing as much flirtation as he is. But at the same time, if he wanted me to be that friend, he would have introduced me to his girlfriend already. Whatevs.

I keep forgetting about FP. After this weekend, I think that it might be time to let that go a little bit, yet maybe hold on just a bit. I don't think its going to work with him being so far away. I do like him, but being so far away is difficult. Yea....

Anyways, I'm going to go have some drinks! Can't wait to see you!

-Crazy City Carrie

Good Girls Gone Bad

Dear Small Town Samantha,

God, I miss you since moving back to the big city. Things just aren't the same without you. I have to fill you in on the craziness that is my life right now.

So I finally met some guys. The single life is finally getting fun. I was out with some friends the other night watching the game and started eye flirting with this guy who had a ridiculous t-shirt on. On my way back from the bathroom, I stopped by him and said, "Hey, nice shirt" and game him a wink. Later on, he sent some shots over, so I sent my number over. He texted me later on that night and told me his name was RigPig. We left that lounge and moved next door. He convinced his friends to follow us over. As I was chatting with some girls, he sent me a text asking if he should come over. I told him not to bother, not thinking anything of it. I got pretty tired after that, so decided to head home. On the way out, I gave him a wink. Probably not going to hear from him again.

Au contraire, he texted me on Tuesday asking if he could take me out. I told him I was busy, getting back into school and maybe some other time. Boy wouldn't let up. On Friday, after class, I was in a good mood so I finally said ok. We just went for a drink, had a nice chat, got a little tipsy, then I told him we could hang out again sometime... afterall, he did pay for the drinks. So I'm thinking sometime = maybe next week. But in RigPig language it apparently means he texts me 15 minutes later to ask what I was doing that night. Decided to take a risk and go out with him again... twice in one day. Awkward? Whatever. It was a good time... we totally made out the whole time. Now he won't stop texting me. Obvs, not looking for anything too serious right now, so I'll do him for awhile. He is pretty good. And the whole badboy thing turns me on.

Boy #2: I met this other guy a couple of weeks ago at kickboxing. Really hot, pretty tall, dark hair, cleanly shaven... what every girl (well, us) fawns over. First thing I say to Cat: "I'm totally going to tap that." She concurred. Then he started talking... much hotter when he just stands there. (Oh yea, and his name is FP.) Went out for dinner and drinks a few times, I wanted to kill myself. But he is nice to look at during kickboxing. RigPig is so winning.

This is where life gets interesting. Last week, I went home "sick" from work early. Instead of going home, went over to FP's. He was on his way out of town... I was thinking it was going to be a long weekend... and just needed to get some. It was hot. Literally. No air conditioning. Bah. Still... it was hot. On my way out, got a text from RigPig. He wanted to hang out. Headed home, showered, then went over to his house. We totally did it. RigPig & FP in one day. Within 3 hours. Awesome. Now I'm feeling a little ho-y. Should I? I mean, come on, summer of fun, right?

Miss ya,
Crazy City Carrie