#WTF: About this weekend ... can I get a rundown? (date via twitter & fence hopping)
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OOOOHHHH what a weekend. First up, lemme address the latest and greatest with the ongoing saga of Romeo.
I texted him on Friday asking to kick it, and he unfortunately had to work all weekend. See, he works in TV and his hours are all over the place all the time. Totes get it, genuinely wasn't mad at it - but this week we have to have a chat.
He came back into my life on April 18th, and I'm still as unsure what everything means. So, my first love and best friend of 8 years is back in my life, and I have no idea what I am supposed to do about it. I've obviously been playing everything RIDICULOUSLY cool - but this is bullshit. He knows it, and I know it. We love each other so much it's absurd and our story is the most insane thing ever.
I have not been able to stop thinking about him for less than 5 seconds since April 18th. THERE ARE 86,400 SECONDS IN A DAY!!! That's 17, 280 SECONDS OF MY DAY DEVOTED TO HIM!!
I DO NOT GIVE THAT MUCH BRAIN POWER TO ANYONE ... EVER!!!
So, it's total bullshit and now I'm genuinely just pissed. It's shit or get off the pot time with him. We don't have to "officially" date right away (we're actually not even Facebook friends, so it will def not be Facebook official), but I DO need a commitment from him in some capacity that that is what we are working towards.
YOU CANT DO THIS TO A PERSON!!! It's horrible!! He waited TWO MONTHS to contact me after his break up and then when he texts me he is AT THE BAR ACROSS THE STREET FROM MY HOUSE? I mean how nuts is this entire story. (If it ends well, I'm going to turn it into my first screenplay. If it doesn't end well I may type it all out anyway and then slowly suffocate myself with the pages.)
I just have to grab everything by the balls though and say - if we're going to do this, great! If not - I'm 27, I run my own business, and I have spent 8 months doing self work with a modern day shaman after conducting a social experiment on the organic root of attraction. I FUCKING KNOW WHAT I WANT and I'm done done doner than done with casually dating. (It's also too a series of next doable actions. I want kids one day, so to have kids I want to be married, and to get married I have to be in a serious and committed relationship. To get into a serious and committed relationship I had to do all the self work I'm doing first. Get it?)
That is one thing that I have recently gone over with the shaman, and I can't begin to tell you how mind altering it is:
You. Have. To. Speak. Your. Personal. Truth. 100% OF. THE. TIME.
It's really hard to wrap your brain around based on the domestication that is placed on us from the womb. (Be polite to others, say your pleases and thank yous) I'm not saying we should all go around being butthole surfers to each other, (I still heart Pepper long time) but be deliberate with your words and SAY WHAT YOU FEEL!!!
So hard to do. So freaking hard - but every step down the path of personal truth is a step in the right direction.
Romeo is on my path of my personal truth. I would absolutely absolutely absolutely marry him tomorrow if he asked. Not being with him 2.5 years ago is LITERALLY my only regret in life, and I knew at 19 in OUR VERY FIRST KISS that bam - this was it.
Saying all of this to him though is going to be one of the most difficult things I've ever had to do. I actually just considered sending him a Facebook message on it, but I know I need to just lay it all on the table for him in person. I just might be sobbing the entire time as I do so.
UGH! I can't begin to tell you how much that makes me want to vomit. I can't believe I am going to be that emotionally vulnerable in front of anyone. BAHAAHHHHHHHH
We'll see where it all goes, but in the meantime, I took my own dating advice and said - what do you do when you're head over heels for a dude and still not in a committed relationship? You keep dating other people!!
Super. Super. Super. important - and although I can't scientifically prove it, literally EVERYONE that I have given that advice to have not only loved it, but gotten their duderino or duderina to come around faster. We're obviously all energy beings, and the second you feel that person's energy suddenly disappearing it can make people react faster. It's like woah woah woah! Where'd they go?
The person will then call or text you and wham bam thank you ma'am! You are good to go.
So, laaasssttt week - yeah, I was watching my favorite show EVER on National Geographic, and I noticed that there was a live tweeting component. W2G @natgeo, I thought ... but then as I watched this dude's story I was COMPLETELY blown away. This motherfucker was locked up in a jail in Pakistan for almost 3 years. He was beaten numerous times to literally a bloody pulp and that fucker fought back like you wouldn't BEELLIIEEVVEEE!! Badass with a capital B.A.D and I had to at least give him a holla.
I wasn't watching it live since I DVR everything, but I just googled his name and "twitter" - and just like that, there he was. I then sent him a tweet saying his story was incredible. I had no idea if he was going to write back, but I have RIDICULOUS respect for people like that.
To my surprise a few hours later he @replies me back and throws in a "you're gorgeous." Oh la la, I thought. Flirting in 140 characters is pretty darn sexy!
We then started DMing and swapped digits. Then on this Friday I texted him asking to kick it, and just like that a few hours later we were grabbing beers in WeHo.
I don't want to say anything about the date (since I can't document dating in real time), but I'd LOVE to kick it with this guy again. There was something so visceral that he provoked in me. It's like at any given moment the shit could LITERALLY hit the fan (earthquake, zombie apocalypse, person next to me spontaneously combusting) and this guy could protect me.
That is ahhhhh-mazing and a total panty dropper.
I will say though, we wound up only staying in WeHo for a hot minute because he then took me for a ride on his Harley.
There is nothing more insane btw than meeting someone you've met on twitter because you saw them on TV and then hours later being strapped as bitch on the back of their bike.
It was great, I had a helmet - and I enjoyed myself. YAY FOR NEW LIFE EXPERIENCE!!
So yeah, outside of that, there is no review of him on Mirror.net - nada. Just genuine human to human connection that I can't document in real time.
Then on Saturday, I had made plans with the duderino that I connected with via him dialing the wrong number and he wanted to head up to the hills to see the Super Moon.
The moon last night was 14% bigger and 30% brighter than all other moons we will see this year. Pretty darn cool!
He then picks me up in his big ol' pick up truck (chicks dig trucks) and we headed over to Runyon Canyon to gaze at the sky.
Is Runyon going to be open for the gazing, I asked?
What do you mean, he replied.
Runyon closes from dusk til dawn, I say.
OOHHH does it? Well, we might have to hop a fence.
I laugh as I say, not a problem, but let's go up the Mulholland route so we're at least closer to the top and they might leave that gate open for the star gazing.
We then get to the peak, and fortunately the gate was open.
WINNING!
We then walk up to the very very very top of Runyon and have literally the most breathtaking view of Los Angeles and of the GOORRGEEOOOUUSSS moon.
Here is an unfiltered photo:
We then sat on wooden benches and he pulled out a cooler stocked with wine, cheese, and crackers.
I hope you like pinot grigio, he said.
UMMMM, kind of my favorite wine, I reply thinking well done!
We then kicked it in a super romantic way. Again, not going to talk about it ... but FTR dudes, Bristol Farms has the most AH-MAZING chocolate covered strawberries ever!! So fresh and SO FREAKING YUMMY!!!
About an hour later we started hearing coyotes.
OOOOOOOOOOOOOO cooed the wild beasts.
Holy shit, I said. That last one was close!
We better get going, replied my date.
I then realize we are both unarmed and should an animal actually come at us, we're kinda fucked.
I then motion for him to hand me the bottle opener which has a small but sharp knife attached to it.
He grabs the spatula which had a sharp edge used for cutting the cheese.
You take that, I'll take this, he said.
And just like that ... my date and I walked down the mountain armed with a spatula cheese thingie and a bottle opener guided by the light of the flashlight app on my iPhone.
We make it all the way down, safe and sound, but when we get back to the parking lot we quickly realize that they've locked up for the night.
NOOOOOO!!! I thought. We're ACTUALLY going to have to hop the fence now.
And FTR this shit was MASSIVE ...
I've joked 100 times on this site that I rock Vans and Converse because I normally have to climb fences, but even for me - this one was big. ::thatswhatshesaid::
My date is a semi-pro climber having climbed mountains before, so he instinctively surveys the grounds and finds a relatively safe spot for us to jump.
I'll go first he said, then you drop me the stuff, and I'll help you over.
Like Spiderman he SSCCALLLESSSS that bad boy in 2 seconds hopping down like it was nothing.
I on the other hand climb up on this super shaky crate and quickly realize at this point I have had 2 glasses of wine. 2 glasses of wine + 1 slightly buzzed Jen Jen + fence hopping = disaster
I started shaking as my fear of heights also kicked in.
Don't fall.
Don't fall.
Don't fall.
My date was great, he guided me literally step my step as I lowered myself down and then onto the ground.
We then hug to a job well done and no broken bones.
YAY ADVENTURE AND YAY LIFE!!
THHHEENNNNN at that point it was still pretty early, so we headed back over to Hollywood and kicked it at one of my favorite bars with the best craft beer EVER.
The place was pretty packed at that point, so we scooched into this booth with a big birthday party happening.
Two seconds into sitting down they all start taking pictures. My date proceeds to photo bomb them.
AHH-MAZING!
We then kicked it for a bit, and then went upstairs to play Street Fighter.
AHHHHH I kick so. much. ASS at old school Street Fighter. I get super into it too, and yeah, that shit is my jam.
He beat me the first round, however, I quickly dusted myself off and pwned the motherfucker.
When we were done playing, we were about to walk downstairs when I can't describe it - but I instinctively looked over to this back area and saw mine and Noah's old roommate!
WHHHAAATTT I thought, not having seen this guy in a few years.
I then start screaming his name, and he looks up.
I RUNNNNNNN over to him and give him a hug as he introduces me to his fiancé. Mazel tov all around, I say congratulating the happy couple.
What are you guys doing here, I ask?
Oh, we're here for a friend's birthday party, replied the old roommate.
Wait, is your friend the one in the red sweater?
Yeah.
HAHA this is HILARIOUS!! My date was totally just photo bombing their pictures!!
.... and this ladies and gentlemen just became the smallest world ever.
WTF are the odds that you'd randomly photo bomb the people next to you and come to find out the people there were friends with your old roommate.
WEIRD!! But this shit happens to me ALL. THE. TIME.
We then laugh it off as my date and I head back to my place.
He dropped me off at the door .... and I shall say no more.
It was super sweet and hands down one of the most romantic dates I've ever been on.
As I was writing this I texted him a thank you and here's his response ...
He's pretty much the most adorable human being ever.
So, this is my reality. I'm SO FREAKING PROUD OF MYSELF for doing so much inner work to now attract more awesomeness, but I'm scared out of my fucking mind with Romeo. I just want to get our conversation over with. I need to articulate my truth, and if we're meant to be together great, but if not this weekend was indicative enough that I am DEFINITELY on a great track to meeting a great guy.
AHHHH fuck, it's just all so scary.
Wish me luck.
#kthxbye
