Confronted

So I've been chilling with this guy who live a good way from me.
He has no car, no job, lives @ home...the usual for a person his age.
Not having a car, I understand (I heard you need one of those damn licenses anyway) that.
Not having a job, at this point in time in this economy, that is another thing I can look past.
And being at home I feel is the sum of the previous circumstances.

That being said, I like him. I do. He's the only man I've met that actually steps to me. He "puts me in my place" well, at least he tries. I've never met someone who told me to "shut the fuck up" and it turned me on so damn much. Now I've been driving up there to see him for almost a month. Each time I go, I'm footing whatever the bill may be.

Now when we first met he made it clear that he wasn't looking for girlfriend. That's fine because 1) I'm not the "girlfriend" type & 2) I wasn't looking for a man. So from then on we did whatever we did...or biz

Fast forward to now...last night to be exact
He tells me that there's this other girl and that tonight (last night) is a test. To see who he should really focus on. Now I'm not gonna change my demeanor just because you tell me that. Either you like me or you're just into me. Plain and simple.

For now...I'm going to stop this rant, mainly time constraints. But I need to fully vent so there will be a part deux....

Completely clothed, yet scantily clad

Being the resplendent plus sized gal that I am the summer poses a problem. Today for instance, it's my day to hang out with one of my friends (who is male) on a completely platonic, let's go random places type chill. Now with the weather forecast calling for semi-hellish temperatures, my wardrobe faces a problem.

Now we call know that the hotter it gets, the dresses turn to skirts, skirts to mini-skirts, Capri's turn to shorts and now a days, the shorts turn to just enough fabric for it not to be indecent exposure.

Getting back to this morning, I took out several shirts. All of them being summer heat appropriate. The real battle was trying to find a shirt that didn't let the girls show too much. Why is it that the more fabric that is purchased the designer must think that we want out breast hanging out?

Anyway, I try on a cute halter with beading along the neckline that ties behind my neck. No...too much boobage. I grumble about my breast while removing the halter.
I go for a classic white tee, very "american woman" of me. Alas, it has a hole in it...(where the hell did that come from?!) Instantly...nope
It's too damn hot to rock the usual black tee that I would.

Seeing as though I already know I'm not for anything other than my Dickies today, I throw on a shirt that is 3/4 sleeves and airy to beat the poetienal heat and the upcoming perspiration from the gals...Only problem...boob city.

So...what did I wind up wearing? A dangerously low cut top, jeans, & my year old flip flops.
Great...I try to dress size and age appropriate but the designers have one-upped me again (curse you Ashley Stewart desginer person who's probably like a 8)

...But tommorrow is a new day...and laundry day! Victory shall be mine!

What's done in the dark...

Always comes to light.

Serendipity, I believe in.

Random chance meetings? Yes, I do feel as there is nothing done "random" in life. Someone may be quietly introduced to your life. There to incubate for a moment if you will, you don't know how long the gestation is but when it's time...damn..it's so time.

A little over a year ago I met two people on the same day...March 22nd of 2008. One of them has become a great friend the other, someone I randomly caught online and chatted with. Until tonight...she has been the missing link that I have yearned for for closure on a certain subject.

Unbeknown (*m.i.p) to us, we were the "other" person that we were searching for. How awesome is serendipity and karma? These two little ladies did the damn thing! Whoo! Now, I feel as though I've made what is going to be a great friend and completely extinguished any feelings I had toward a person. Awesome...rific

*M.I.P - Made It Up