This week was somewhat difficult...being a Nice Girl is tough stuff. I had a date mid-week with a friend of mine. I wasn't sure if it was an actual date, but it became clear after a few beers that Bachelor # 3 was definitely interested in being "more than a friend." After he had a few too many beers, (which was only 5 by the way...lightweight), he became a little loud, and kept repeating "I'm so drunk." It was killing me. I had so many jokes for this guy, was he for realsies? I wanted to tell him he was a pussy and ask him if he needed me to hold his hair back...all in jest, of course. But, Nice Girl wouldn't say that. She wouldn't make jokes. She didn't. She told him "don't worry, it's ok, let's just call it an early night." Nice girl only had 4 beers and stayed relatively sober, because that's what nice girls do. I hugged B #3 and he offered to walk me home, but he was so drunk, and I didn't want to give him the wrong idea...these days a walk home is a big green light no Make-out Street, so I sent him on his way.
Later in the week I went for dinner with a girlfriend...dinner for two, wine for six. It was great. Earlier that day I had found out through an episode of Facebook stalking that B #1, actor, has a girlfriend. Ew. I wanted to sexily invite him over then spit in his face and kick him in the balls simultaneously and tell him thanks for helping me be a complete douchebag and ruin some poor girl's life. Asshole. But what would Nice Girl do? I simply texted him saying "you have a gf? I'm disgusted, " then blocked his number so I can't receive any texts from him. Nice Girl doesn't give a shit what he has to say....and yes, she would even use the word "shit" in this situation. So after dinner, I found myself in a lovely state of Pinot euphoria. Here was the real test. Drunk Nice Girl...is it possible? My fingers were burning I wanted to text my ex-boyfriend so bad. Why? I have no clue...because I am a beautiful mess...I am desperate for love and seemingly at my sexual peak. I know he's an easy target. But, somehow through my wine and now Miller Chill haze, I manage to abstain. Nice Girl stops drinking because she knows she has to work early, and manages to keep her fingers to herself. Nice work. Hopefully I can keep it up this weekend...
Friday, October 29, 2010
The Nice Girl Project
I have a pretty exciting history of partying in every sense of the word. Drinks? Always. Drugs? If the mood strikes me. Casual sex? Why not? Now I can psychoanalyze the deep rooted meaning of it all, or I can sum it up by saying - I like to have fun. And I'm fun to be around...I'm funny, I have a great apartment, I'm a smart girl with a good job and I DJ on the side...all in all, I'm pretty awesome. However there is one area of my life that seems to fail time and time again - MEN. I've read all the books, I know what I'm "supposed" to do, I get it. But I always seem to romanticize the idea of love and tell myself not to play games, the right man will love me for me, bla bla bla...ya, that's not working.
About two weeks ago I met this boy...25 years old, tall, gorgeous lips...an actor. I ended up partying at the club with him, then we went back to my place and had mind-blowing sex until 4:30 in the morning. I was fueled on hormones, and he was fueled on the rails he was doing every 25 minutes. I had to get up early so I kicked him out and that was Saturday.
Then on Sunday evening I get a knock on the door. Surprise! It's actor boy. He's come back for seconds...with one sock on, reeking like alcohol, and clearly had been up since the day before...yikes, but meh, I'm human and I have needs. So in he comes and we hang out for round 2. However this time was a bit different. This time he requested that we watch his godforsaken horrible show on TV...so we do...2 entire episodes, snooooore. And each time he comes on the screen he says "It's me!"...uh, ya, you're one of the main characters. He asks if I have wine and proceeds to drink the entire bottle in about an hour...needless to say he is, at this point, slurry, exhausted, messy, and apparently hearing things, since he keeps asking me "What?" when I've said nothing at all. I'm getting tired at this point, so I'm just chilling on the couch....he suddenly runs to the bathroom and is in there for a long time...I'm hoping that he's cleaning himself up a bit, but unfortunately that wasn't the case. The poor guy was paying for his coke binge the night before, and was having a nosebleed, a messy one at that. After it stopped he lay back down on the couch with me and started to pass out. Ya, no...this isn't happening. So I wake him up, and he lifts his drooling face off the couch cushion and goes but not without a fight. He REALLY wants to sleep in my place for some reason. Not happening. I had to work the next morning, and this guy seriously reeked and was a right mess. So he leaves. I go to brush my teeth and it looks like a fucking murder scene. In actor boy's drunken stupor he's managed to bleed on pretty much every visible surface. I'll spare you the details, but needless to say I spent the next half hour sanitizing the bathroom. That was Sunday.
The rest of the week was pretty mundane...work, school, the usual. Then Thursday I find myself hoping that I soon get a text from the young actor. This continues for the next several days, my pining for attention from him. It doesn't happen.
Thursday. I go to the grand opening of a new bar with my sister. Like I need a new bar...I'm not even finished with the old ones yet. We meet a couple of guys, and one of them seems to be fond of me, but I'm just not attracted to him at all. I invite us all back to my place to continue the party, as I'm getting antsy and want to spin some beats. Fast forward, and I somehow end up alone with the guy who has a crush on me. He tried to kiss me, and I pulled away. He tried again and I told him that "I'm a nice girl", and "I don't hook up with guys I just met." Quite honestly I had a hard time saying that with a straight face. I literally burst out laughing telling that to my girlfriends the next morning. Anyhoo, he apologized and later asked if we can at least cuddle, but I stood my ground on my angelic character and he finally left. He then called me 10 minutes later which I ignored, then he texted me saying I was "worth getting to know and kissing," which I also ignored. The next morning he sent another text, apologizing for trying to kiss me. I've been there, woken up feeling like a douchebag, so I texted him back a few hours later telling him "no harm done," so he didn't think it was a big deal. He writes back "Thanks." Then a few days later I get another text from him, saying I'm a really cool girl and he wants to get to know me better, would I like to go on a date sometime. Interesting.
Here I am pining away for Bachelor Number 1, a barely legal actor with poor guest manners and an apparent drug problem, and Bachelor Number 2, who I've shown absolutely no interest in, and in fact repelled his advances, is chasing me. Hm. Is it really that easy? We'll see...
I decided this week, that for the next 60 days, I will take part in "The Nice Girl Project". I am going to see if it's just that easy to get a guy to fall for me. Here are the rules:
No sex (and that means anything remotely near it)
No being "drunk" or doing drugs around guys
No drunk texting (one of my biggest addictions)
No being the sarcastic, outgoing attention-whore that my friends love
Must be a "Nice Girl"
Now let's do this...
About two weeks ago I met this boy...25 years old, tall, gorgeous lips...an actor. I ended up partying at the club with him, then we went back to my place and had mind-blowing sex until 4:30 in the morning. I was fueled on hormones, and he was fueled on the rails he was doing every 25 minutes. I had to get up early so I kicked him out and that was Saturday.
Then on Sunday evening I get a knock on the door. Surprise! It's actor boy. He's come back for seconds...with one sock on, reeking like alcohol, and clearly had been up since the day before...yikes, but meh, I'm human and I have needs. So in he comes and we hang out for round 2. However this time was a bit different. This time he requested that we watch his godforsaken horrible show on TV...so we do...2 entire episodes, snooooore. And each time he comes on the screen he says "It's me!"...uh, ya, you're one of the main characters. He asks if I have wine and proceeds to drink the entire bottle in about an hour...needless to say he is, at this point, slurry, exhausted, messy, and apparently hearing things, since he keeps asking me "What?" when I've said nothing at all. I'm getting tired at this point, so I'm just chilling on the couch....he suddenly runs to the bathroom and is in there for a long time...I'm hoping that he's cleaning himself up a bit, but unfortunately that wasn't the case. The poor guy was paying for his coke binge the night before, and was having a nosebleed, a messy one at that. After it stopped he lay back down on the couch with me and started to pass out. Ya, no...this isn't happening. So I wake him up, and he lifts his drooling face off the couch cushion and goes but not without a fight. He REALLY wants to sleep in my place for some reason. Not happening. I had to work the next morning, and this guy seriously reeked and was a right mess. So he leaves. I go to brush my teeth and it looks like a fucking murder scene. In actor boy's drunken stupor he's managed to bleed on pretty much every visible surface. I'll spare you the details, but needless to say I spent the next half hour sanitizing the bathroom. That was Sunday.
The rest of the week was pretty mundane...work, school, the usual. Then Thursday I find myself hoping that I soon get a text from the young actor. This continues for the next several days, my pining for attention from him. It doesn't happen.
Thursday. I go to the grand opening of a new bar with my sister. Like I need a new bar...I'm not even finished with the old ones yet. We meet a couple of guys, and one of them seems to be fond of me, but I'm just not attracted to him at all. I invite us all back to my place to continue the party, as I'm getting antsy and want to spin some beats. Fast forward, and I somehow end up alone with the guy who has a crush on me. He tried to kiss me, and I pulled away. He tried again and I told him that "I'm a nice girl", and "I don't hook up with guys I just met." Quite honestly I had a hard time saying that with a straight face. I literally burst out laughing telling that to my girlfriends the next morning. Anyhoo, he apologized and later asked if we can at least cuddle, but I stood my ground on my angelic character and he finally left. He then called me 10 minutes later which I ignored, then he texted me saying I was "worth getting to know and kissing," which I also ignored. The next morning he sent another text, apologizing for trying to kiss me. I've been there, woken up feeling like a douchebag, so I texted him back a few hours later telling him "no harm done," so he didn't think it was a big deal. He writes back "Thanks." Then a few days later I get another text from him, saying I'm a really cool girl and he wants to get to know me better, would I like to go on a date sometime. Interesting.
Here I am pining away for Bachelor Number 1, a barely legal actor with poor guest manners and an apparent drug problem, and Bachelor Number 2, who I've shown absolutely no interest in, and in fact repelled his advances, is chasing me. Hm. Is it really that easy? We'll see...
I decided this week, that for the next 60 days, I will take part in "The Nice Girl Project". I am going to see if it's just that easy to get a guy to fall for me. Here are the rules:
No sex (and that means anything remotely near it)
No being "drunk" or doing drugs around guys
No drunk texting (one of my biggest addictions)
No being the sarcastic, outgoing attention-whore that my friends love
Must be a "Nice Girl"
Now let's do this...
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