'Its all in what you do'

I really love topics that me and Mel discuss. They start at point A but could easily go through the entire alphabet twice if we allowed (always going off on tangents we go). The subject of being of your actions and not of your words came up in one of our recent conversations. At this point in our lives, we are both not impressed with the pickings of men that we have begun to entertain. Everyone is familiar with associates talking big game and not backing it up, but our problem comes from mixed messages. Your words say that you are interested but your actions paint a different picture. I don't want a box of chocolates or bouquet of flowers, just a little action on your part to tell me that you are interested. I am very adept at reading messages so much so that I my subconscious thoughts and actions are fueled by the messages I receive. So if you want me to stay around just act like it, because I am through with waiting to hear words.

Halloween

I decided to participate in the costuming of the season and to be a bit daring by using make up. It was a fun experience, but I know I won't be messing with make-up for a while. Here are some pics from my Halloween!

I was The Joker!


The demented look really worked for me, eh?


I was so happy I ran into Lady Gaga!!

It is but a dream 03022009a

I have grown very weary of the internet dating scene. I won't go into detail, but I definitely don't find it healthy to a budding relationship to be sitting on sites all day waiting for someone to respond to a message. In time, as I grow stronger, I will be able to do without them. I am pressing towards that mark with my fantasy of meeting a stand-up kind of guy.

Me and Mel talked about it (and the Divo earlier tonight) some time ago, about how we would like to be approached in a setting that is a little picturesque. Personally, I would like to be browsing the collection of graphic novels in Border's, in my own little world when I spot someone out the corner of my eye. At first glance I can just tell that he's well put together. Intelligent. Humorous. Eccentric. Worldly. Attractive. Worth the building anxiety that I feel as awkward eye glances are captured in time immortal. The shyness would build in me and I would turn in the opposite direction only to be tapped by him. Turning to greet a beautiful face and extended arm that would accompany his introduction. Thrown off my balance, I would quickly try to find a way to regain control by asking questions and trying to keep him engaged. Seemingly he would try to end the conversation but prompt me with his number and a salutation saying that he expects to hear from me soon.

Ahh, a man can dream can't he