Last Tuesday night I went on a “Tinder date”.

I was pretty sure it was only supposed to be a one-night stand, but that’s what Dreamboat was supposed to be and now he’s planning our long-term future together (still!).

This guy seemed okay from our brief Tinder conversations. My standard for that is: keep it brief and still be conversational; use some wit and we should be golden.

It’s pretty easy to tell if I’ll have any chemistry with someone based on this Initial Intelligence Interaction.

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This Man Is One of the Reasons I Don’t Like Cancers

This Man Is One of the Reasons I Don’t Like Cancers

(…along with Doom-n-Gloom and an ex-roommate who tried to run me over with my own car…)

I mentioned this gentleman (the Cancer) in a previous post. I thought I wouldn’t be sharing more of him with you, but apparently I am 😉

The last three text conversations with him went as follows (keep in mind that this man is in his 40s – at least that’s what he told me):
He is Red and I am Blue.


I have a feeling he was going to “Hey” me all night until I answered

He didn’t respond after that…

Until two days later when he started this convo:


Again, no response…

Then, Tuesday morning at 9:19, he called me. I let it go to voicemail and didn’t respond until 2:15PM with the following text message/s:


Third time, no response…

I kind of wanted to almost give him a chance, but he is super shitty at conversating – even the one time we actually spoke on the phone.

Why does he keep calling me and texting me? Does he think I will forget the last time?

It Finally Happened

It Finally Happened

Eviction Notice Letter on Front  Door

Diva texted Loverman Monday morning (July 28th) at 11AM and told him he had until midnight that day to get his stuff moved out.

A Writ of Restitution was posted on their door by the Denver County Sheriff. Loverman wasn’t sure of the date on the Writ. He says it looked like it was originally July 18th but appeared to have been altered to the 28th. In my opinion, the date on the writ was originally July 18th. But that’s irrelevant now.

He texted me Monday night at 6:45 to let me know initially, then called me again at 8:30 to tell me that he had most of his stuff packed into a U-Haul and he was headed back to his friend’s place. Then he read the Writ of Restitution to me. After he finished, he asked a few questions about the process (because I work for a real estate agency that handles evictions and bank-owned properties). One of his questions was, “Do I really have to be out by midnight?”

I explained to him that the Sheriff isn’t going to show up at his door at midnight with an eviction crew and make them leave. Evictions usually happen in the morning, so he should start to worry around 8AM Tuesday (the 29th). Also, without knowing when the notice was actually posted on the door, I wouldn’t be able to give him any kind of time frame.

I am SO thankful he started moving his stuff a long time ago! I am even more relieved that we had a chance to move his motorcycle Sunday afternoon. So that was one less thing he had to worry about in his mad dash to get all his crap out Monday night.

We talked briefly Tuesday morning. He told me that he still wanted to “hook up” with me for Date Night. I was glad, not only for myself but for him. He hasn’t slept since Sunday evening and that was only for an hour or so.

I want him to have a nice, hot bath and a comfy bed to sleep in with his “sexy pillows”.

Hopefully that is what we’re doing when this post publishes 🙂

Tying Up Some Loose Ends

Tying Up Some Loose Ends


Thing #1’s ovarian cyst went away just like it was supposed to about 2 weeks ago. Now she has absolutely no excuse not to go to beauty school every single day!

ABC hasn’t called back 😦 or sent me an email, to let me know if I was picked for the Nightline episode on infidelity and on-line dating. I thought they told me the episode would air the 21st. It couldn’t have been June 21st because the show didn’t air that night. So, not all hope is lost I guess.

Attorney-man never called me back about a date. He emailed me twice after the initial contact this spring. The second one was to tell me to be patient with him, he just switched jobs and was very busy. Which is honestly true. He’s a connection of mine on LinkedIn.

My next sk8-venture with Loverman has been cancelled. The actual event was cancelled because the rink that was hosting it closed down last month. Great planning on their part, eh? I found out about 3 weeks ago and told Loverman. We haven’t made replacement plans yet and, judging by the way things have been going recently, I’m not sure I want to reschedule a new one (at least not with him).

And the best news of all — I got an email from Mr. AM this morning! We were originally not supposed to meet again until next Tuesday, but this was waiting in my in-box for me this morning:


Ooooohhhh! I like him SO much! He is very no-nonsense. That email even gave me goosebumps!

My response:


I can’t even begin to tell you how excited I am for tomorrow night!

It’s like next week jumped into my lap and yelled “Surprise!”

I’m Just a Mom: Going to the Hospital

I’m Just a Mom: Going to the Hospital

Sunday afternoon, Thing #1 started having a pain in her lower, right abdomen.

She told me about it Monday afternoon. We talked about it Monday evening and Googled her symptoms.

It seemed like she had appendicitis, from where the pain was located, and how the pain was acting. But she didn’t have a fever and she wasn’t throwing up and she didn’t have diarrhea.

We decided to wait through the night and see if things got worse.

There was no change, so Thing #1 decided to stay home Tuesday and see… When I got home from work Tuesday night, still nothing had changed.

Her pain level was the same and still there was no fever, vomiting or diarrhea.

I didn’t want it to get worse and Thing #1 has a very high pain tolerance, so I decided to take her to the Emergency Room rather than have some type of “rupture incident”.

We got there at about 6:45 and we were brought to a room around 8PM. They had to do a CAT scan on her to see if it was appendicitis and found out that it is a cyst on her ovary.

There’s nothing they can do about it, she will just have to be in pain until it goes away.

Today she is supposed to call the Gynecologist to make an appointment so she can get some medicine for the pain (she said it was manageable on Tuesday, but she’s staying home from school today because it hurts so bad) and learn more about the cyst — she may have to get an ultrasound to see how big it is or if it’s really bad.

This morning she just cried on my shoulder and needed hugs. I wish she would have asked for a prescription to relieve her pain when we were in the ER, but it wasn’t this bad on Tuesday I guess.

She said, “I wish this was just appendicitis because this would all be over and I would be getting better. Now I don’t know how long I will have to wait to feel good.”

I’m sad that she’s hurting so much, but I am glad that it’s nothing worse.

Woman in Pain

The End of My Tuesday Tirade

The End of My Tuesday Tirade

I did manage to calm myself down after my Tuesday Tirade before Loverman picked me up. It was very difficult, but I think it was worth it.

After reading Rgonaut‘s comment as I was leaving the other night, I told myself that he was right. I started reminding myself that *I* was the one who made the choice to help Loverman and be his support – it’s not like he forces me to give him money and help him when he needs it. I let him use my truck to be helpful and because I know he needs to go to work just like the rest of us, but I choose to help him. He is very cooperative and tries to accommodate me when I need it as well (we talked about that more in our conversation on the way home).

So, he finally got to work to pick me up Tuesday at 7:23PM (over 2 hours late). He called me when he was on his way to get me and he wouldn’t hang up until he was walking up the steps to the building where I work. During our lengthy phone conversation, where I was mostly listening because I didn’t want to say anything that I would regret later (and I didn’t want to talk about something serious over the phone, I would much rather do that in person. I can control myself better face-to-face), I asked him if he wanted me to get a ride home from the one person that was still left in our office at 6:40. His answer was so charming it helped to calm me down. He simply answered by saying, “No, sweetie. I want to spend the night with you. We have plans and I am really looking forward to being with you.” Those words melted my heart because I believed him. He had a rough week and all he wanted was to have a relaxing and peaceful time; a little self-indulgence while everything else seemed so overwhelming.

He wasn’t avoiding me, he wasn’t trying to piss me off, he simply didn’t communicate what was going on. It turned out that, instead of going to work out the problems he’s having with his car (like he was supposed to), he went to go work on someone else’s car and it took longer than he had expected because more was broken than his “customer” had told him… That happens a lot.

Ultimately, I knew was going to forgive him because I care about him; that’s why I needed to vent here before I saw him — I didn’t want to end up being a scary-ass-insane bitch to his face. Relationships are about mutual cooperation, frustration, elation, disappointment, togetherness, sadness, learning, unlearning, patience, impatience… All of that. Right?

Once we got into the truck to drive home, I told him I was disappointed that he just didn’t tell me what he was doing to begin with. That would have solved my whole disappointment issue… Then I asked him how he got so off track. Like I said, he was supposed to iron out the financial problems that he’s having with the broken truck he purchased two months ago. I asked him, Is it me? Did I do something to run you off track? He replied that it wasn’t me, he got his own self off track when he went to fix that “customer’s” vehicle.

We had a good conversation as we drove to our hotel and, on the way, stopped to get some wine and Taco Bell. After eating and drinking and relaxing together a little, we were laying on the bed, fully clothed but face-to-face and he said, “You are so cool.”

“I didn’t feel so cool earlier when I was so mad at you… You are such a helpful person, you can’t ever say no. I think that’s one of the things that I like so much about you, but I also think that is the one thing that I hate the most about you, too. Now, please go take a shower! Your stinky feet are making my eyes water!!”

Loverman burst out in laughter and practically fell off his side of the bed! We had a bit of a silly argument because he said that he couldn’t smell them. But in the end, I won. “Okay, babe. I will go take a shower.”

While he was bathing, I changed into a jersey that he had recently given me but hadn’t been able to see me in yet, and a new pair of special panties to go with it. Now, Loverman LOVES to take a LONG, HOT shower! So, by the time he was done, the first run of Conan was almost over and I was barely awake.

I felt him climb into bed next to me and he whispered in my ear as he began to unbutton the top of my shirt, “Ooh la la, baby. You look so good I want to taste you.” That man proceeded to love me like he has only a few times before! He held himself back from orgasm over and over again while he teased me, bringing me close to the brink and then slowing down and pulling out of me. The entire time, his arms were wrapped around my shoulders holding us almost impossibly close. He kissed me sweetly and moaned in my ear and I felt so loved and appreciated. A few times over the last couple of weeks, Loverman had told me he wished he could just bury himself in me and forget about everything for a little while. I guess we were both kind of doing that!

It would be very nice if we could have these types of moments more often. One of the best parts of our relationship is when we worked together. We would go to lunch every day and we could be with each other when we needed it. It helps me to know that we are able to spend a ton of time together and still get along; also, that our relationship isn’t solely based on sex. The intimacy seems to help us reconnect and rejuvenate.

I couldn’t fall asleep afterwards but, almost instantly he was sound asleep. That’s totally normal. And, if I get out of bed because I feel like I’m squirming too much, that’s when he wakes up and then he asks me why I left. So I usually lay there with him, reveling in the closeness, until slumber takes me as well.  And eventually it did…

Unsexy Texts With the Husband

Unsexy Texts With the Husband

For your reference:
Dishwasher RepairOur dishwasher has been broken for over two weeks. It doesn’t drain, not even a little bit. Mr. Gloom-n-Doom hasn’t noticed (or maybe his lazy ass has and he just doesn’t give a shit, it could be that, too) and has been using the filthy water over and over again. I had been cleaning the water out every morning before I leave for work so when he loads it up with more dishes at least they aren’t getting washed with the same old dirty water.

On purpose, I didn’t clean out the water last Tuesday before I left for my two days with Loverman. I wanted to see if Gloom-n-Doom would actually notice that the dishwasher was broken… But he didn’t… So, when I got back from my “trip” last Thursday night, there was a load of dishes in the washer and I asked, “Did you clean out the standing water in the bottom before you started a new load?”

His response, “What are you talking about.”

“The dishwasher isn’t draining. I was sure you would notice. I’m surprised it didn’t overflow.”

“I didn’t see any water in the bottom, and I check every time.”

I closed my eyes, and behind my eyelids I rolled them at him. I clenched my tongue between my front teeth because I wanted to say something about how he clearly wasn’t checking and he didn’t know, otherwise he would have noticed that the water wasn’t draining and he wouldn’t have said “What are you taking about?”, but all I said to him was, “Okay.”

So, since Gloom-n-Doom wasn’t going to do anything about it (and I was getting sick of waiting for him to take care of it — he is the one who washes the dishes, so I should have just waited forever for him to call), Monday night when I dropped off the rent check at the office I asked them to come by our apartment and take a look at our dishwasher.

Here, for you, are the text conversations we had yesterday.


ME: Maintenance should be stopping by to fix the dishwasher today.

HIM: Thanks for telling me. Did you tell them to knock first?

ME: They are supposed to call me first. Then I will text you.



HIM: The office just called. I think they’re coming over to fix the dishwasher soon. Next time when you see Loverman (the husband knows his name and used it, not “Loverman”) can you get your tools out of the truck and bring them in?

ME: What about your Uncle D’s tools in the Living Room by the hearth. Is there anything in there that would work?

HIM: It was just a thought. Forget I mentioned it.

ME: Me too.

What the fuck was that supposed to mean?! He knows those tools are in the Living Room just as much as I do. He put them there. Why can’t he be the one to use them and fix something? Maintenance came by yesterday afternoon and said they didn’t know if it’s the pump or if it’s just clogged, they will come back later… That was the last I heard from them… The husband hasn’t picked up any of the tools either…

Also (on a complete side-note), that lazy SOB didn’t cook ANY food for his daughters on the two nights when I was gone last week. Just so you know… In case you were wondering… (and I want to record it for posterity’s sake)