Monday, August 22, 2005

Hottie Firefighter

Ok, so I know I have not really shared the story about the hottie firefighter. And a lot of people are bugging me about it. So here's the basic rundown...

He and I met on July 18 at a restaurant/bar in Lewisville. He lives about 400 miles away, but he was in the Dallas area for work. We exchanged numbers and started chatting, then e-mailing, then phone sex. Ha! Just kidding on the last one. Anyway, we just hit it off and suddenly a month had gone by. We decided it was time for a visit.

He came back to Dallas exactly 1 month later. It was August 18 and he rang my doorbell. I had not seen him since that day in July, so I was super nervous. He came in and we talked and after just a few minutes, I was comfy again. The nervousness subsided. I was calm and relaxed. There's something so very comforting about him.

It was cool to spend time with him in person. There are so many things you miss when talking on the phone. For example, he really has a lot of expression in his eyes when he talks. And when he cracks a joke, he does a little half smile and his eyes sometimes widen. I liked watching his demeanor and becoming more familiar with the lines of his face.

I have to go into girly mode and say this one thing... He gave me this shy kiss on the cheek and it almost knocked me off my chair. It was sweet and sensual...by far, the best part of the weekend for me. Anyway, he had to leave on Sunday because he had to get back for work. A fireman's duty is non-stop. I think this visit will do 1 of 2 things.

1. This visit will make me crave more face-to-face time with him. I'll want more time in person with him and I'll spend a fortune in gasoline.

2. This visit will make or break it. He will decide that the chemistry is all wrong and he'll stop calling me or I will decide that the chemistry is all wrong and I'll stop calling him.

Stay tuned to find out...

Thursday, August 11, 2005

Dancing Queen

Ok, so in March I started taking tap dance classes with my friend, Laura. Tap 1 agreed with Laura and me. While our instructor wasn't always very good at explaining things, Laura and I did get much better over time. She and I can flap, shuffle-ball-change and even do The Ginger Rogers step. We were so stoked about our progress that we immediately signed up for the next class.

Tap II started a few weeks ago and it's kicking our ass! What happened, man? I was doing so good. I was like Paula Abdul in that video where she dances with that stupid cat. And now, I am looking like a gerbil on skates. This is the last tap class that is offered. So I'll have to move on to something else...

...and I just found that something else. I am signing up for belly dancing classes! I'm short and hispanic which is not necessarily the best combination for belly dancing. But I'm going to try. The first class isn't until the end of September. But I'm stoked, dudes. I'm actually going to learn a veil routine and I'll have to buy one of those skirts with the bells on the hips. Kick ass!!!

Sunday, August 07, 2005

4 Things About the Weekend

1. I went shopping on the Friday, Saturday and Sunday of Tax-Free weekend. No, I have not lost all my senses. I needed stuff, man. I bought a bunch of stuff for my nephews on Friday. On Saturday, I scored some killer tank tops...which is a rare find with boobs like mine. And today, my friend and I absolutely had to have those new leather sandals from Kenneth Cole. I'm such a sucker for a good pair of shoes.

2. I slept in some shorts that belong to a certain smoking hot firefighter...but not with the firefighter himself.

3. I paid $10 bucks to have my car washed at my nephew's fundraiser, only to have the sunny day turn into a Wizard-Of-Oz-Rainstorm. My car looks worse now than it did before the kids washed it.

4. I had a dream that I was at an amusement park with my 2 brothers. We were in line to get on a roller coaster and when the car finally came around my brothers refused to get in. You see, the roller coaster car was a big, giant strawberry. They said, "We're not getting on that thing, it's for pussies!" I urged them to please ride the coaster, strawberry or not. But they said no dice. Either I experimented way too much in college or my dreams are getting weirder with age.