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A few weeks ago I told you about my potential “Running date”.


I’ve been asked for an update on how it all turned out, and well, my dear readers, ask and ye shall receive…


Unfortunately there isn’t a whole lot to report, but what there is to report, is good.


The “date”:


We met up on a Saturday afternoon, and greeted each other like old friends, hugs and all.


It had been 17 years since we’d last seen each other, but we picked up in conversation as if no time had passed, easy, comfortable, normal.


Our run was about an hour long, during which we covered the span of our lives in the last nearly two decades. After our run, we sat and chatted for another hour, discussing everything else under the sun.


I learned, in those two hours, that he still is the same nice guy I remembered him being back then. I learned that we have a lot in common, and a lot of the same interests in life. I learned he’s been married, and divorced, but has no kids. He is also mature, has a level head on his shoulders, and appears to be mostly “undamaged” by his past relationships. If you’ve read any of my other “All The Boys” posts, you know this is major to me, because I tend to date all the “damaged” boys.


There were moments when he’d say something and I would think to myself “wow, guys like you still exist?” Refreshing.


We talked about running together again, or more specifically, he told me that if I was running again the following Saturday, to let him know and he would definitely join me. We also talked about working out together in the winter in the gym, once the weather got too cold out for running. Once again, he suggested we do so. Plans for the future…bonus, right?


It was a lovely way to spend an afternoon, and I walked away with tentative plans for a run the following Saturday and a smile on my face.


I also walked away completely unsure if this was something with romantic potential or just “old friends catching up” and a new workout buddy.


Such as it is, in all honesty, I walked away with a crush. But I also walked away content in the knowledge that I’d reconnected with a great old friend, and would be perfectly happy if it went the way of “just a new work out buddy”. Truthfully.


This past Saturday was to be our follow up date, and we did, in fact, make plans to go run together again in the afternoon. However, about an hour before our run, he called and bailed on me.


He had a legitimate enough reason, and didn’t want me to miss my run because he was running late and unsure if he’d make it at all. Told me to go on without him, and if he could make it on time, he’d let me know. If not, he suggested perhaps running together the following day. I let him know the following day would probably not work for me, I had plans, but okay, to let me know about that afternoon or maybe we could go in the morning on Sunday.


He didn’t make it. I went running solo anyway, and had a great run.


Although disappointed, I was relieved as well, because now, officially, the ball was in his court. If he is interested, he’ll have to follow up. The stress if off me.


I figured perhaps I’d hear from him on Sunday, perhaps I’d hear from him this week, perhaps I’d never hear from him again, perhaps I’d hear from him next month. Who knew?


I’m not one to spend too much time stressing over guys, so I decided to just let it unfold however it would, and go on with my life as I have been.


He texted me Saturday night, asked me how my run was.


This was unexpected, and made me slightly giddy. Because a guy looking for “just a new workout buddy” wouldn’t text me at 11:30 on a Saturday night.


It was a short conversation, and as of right now, we still don’t have other plans, but the ball is still officially in his court, and I’m not stressing about it.


And also, I think he likes me.


Just sayin’. 😉



{August 12, 2010}   Concert Review – John Mayer

I’ve been a John Mayer fan for a while now. I know the guy gets a bad rap in the public eye, and I realize that people have really strong feelings about him, one way or the other, but personally, I like him. I won’t get into the why or how of all that, but I have written a post about my feelings about him, his persona, and his talent here if you are curious.

This is not that post.

This is about the concert I attended on Friday, August 6, and the fact that talent wise, this man is pure genius.

If you’re at all familiar with John Mayer’s music, then you know that with him, it’s all about his guitar, and his voice. There’s no fanfare, no light show, no costumes…he just plays his instruments and sings. It’s also, very much, about the lyrics.

Anyway, after a pretty unexciting opener by Train, John Mayer took the stage. I suppose, in all fairness, I should note that it wasn’t that Train weren’t good, I’m just not a big fan, and wasn’t overly attentive to their performance. I think they did a fairly good job, people seemed to be enjoying them and having a good time.

But I was there for John Mayer.

He took the stage and started off with “Vultures”, followed by “Clarity”, and then his current hit “Heartbreak Warfare”.

At one point he launched into this crazy guitar solo. When he took the guitar off his torso and placed it on the floor, and continued to play, I knew we were in for a treat.

Seriously? Raw talent, right?

The rest of the Set list was as follows: Ain’t No Sunshine “Bill Withers Cover”, Who Says, Why Georgia, Perfectly Lonely (one of my favorites by him, and a point in the concert where he really connected with the audience and had us all laughing with him); War Of My Life, Waiting On The World To Change, Gravity, Do You Know Me, Raspberry Beret (Prince Cover) – Which was SOOOO good, Half of my Heart.

When the lights went out, we knew he’d be out for an Encore. because, after all, when does a concert not include an encore now a days? Encore: Free Fallin’ (Tom Petty Cover). Your Body is a Wonderland. Edge of Desire.

The surprise here was that for his Encore, John showed up not on stage, but amidst the audience, with just his guitar, singing a cover of Tom Petty’s Free Fallin’, quite possibly my favorite moment of the evening.

He then returned to stage for a few more songs (Your Body is a Wonderland – another favorite of mine) and Edge of Desire, before signing off for the night.

In between sets, John colored the show with his easy banter with the audience. He told a few stories about his songs, he related to this particular audience reflecting back on his days in Boston, when he was attending Berklee, he talked about love, heartbreak, success and hardship. And he was humble, and sweet as he thanked his fans for supporting him and standing by him even when he stumbles on this road through fame.

He was exactly as I expected him to be on stage. Serious and joking. Giving his ALL to his performance, but not taking himself too seriously. He connected, and he delivered. And I think I’d rank this at the top of my favorite concerts attended. Yes, it was that good.

I’d definitely go see him again. Maybe not 27 times, like the lady in line in the bathroom has…but a few more times, yes.




{February 4, 2009}   All The Boys – Follow Through

It was never about him anyway. GQ, I mean. That whole thing about asking him out? It was never about him, it was always about me. About whether or not I could/would actually do it.

And you know what? I SO did it.

Let me back up a bit.

Previously on Candid Karina’s Dating Mis-Adventures, we talked about crushes. We talked about my cliché’d crush on Coach, the personal trainer at my gym, and then we talked about GQ, the car salesman. The one I was hoping I’d have enough guts to actually ask out for a drink.

To be honest, even though I felt I really didn’t have much to lose by asking him out, I still didn’t really think I’d have the guts to follow through and do it.

And yet, when he called a few days later to follow up on the car sale, I found myself feeling brave. After a brief explanation of why I would not be purchasing my car through his dealership, GQ proceeded to give me a good natured hard time. “After all the work I put in for you, you’re not going to buy a car through me? That’s just wrong.”

After informing him (also good naturedly) that nobody asked him to do any work on my behalf, I also told him that I did feel badly, but that’s just the way it would be.

“You should feel bad, it’s not right”, he said flirting
“I do…I tell you what” said I, taking a deep breath and plunging in “let me make it up to you, let me take you out for a drink”.

YES I DID.

GQ: (after a pause) You want to take me out for a drink?”
Me: Yeah, I can’t buy my car from you, so the least I can do is buy you a drink, don’t you think?”
GQ: Yeah, absolutely, that sounds great. I gave you my cell number, right?
Me: Yes
GQ: Cool, call me sometime.

And then GQ got all professional again, as if his manager was standing over him listening in…all about the car, blah blah blah.

I gave him a break, figuring he was at work and I would call him later in the week. No worries, right?

Less than a half hour later, however, I received a text message from GQ: “I’m free this weekend”.

SWEET! Yes, I’ve still got IT.

I replied “This weekend is a bit insane for me, but I could do Sunday?” (note the question mark)
GQ: You tell me.

So far so good, right? And then my friend Traveller reminds me that Sunday was Superbowl Sunday. Now, to me that means absolutely nothing, I don’t watch football all that often and New England wasn’t in the Superbowl, so I had zero interest in that game. However, I realize most people don’t feel the same way I do, so I figured I should address this, in case he had Superbowl plans already, you know? So a quick text was sent to the effect of “Just realized Sunday is Superbowl, does that still work for you?”

And that, ladies and gents, is where the trail ends.

I received another phone call from GQ the next day, but it was all business. Dude was still trying to convince me to come buy my car at his dealership. The conversation was pleasant enough, but it ended without a sale on his end. When he realized I was definitely going elsewhere, he said “Well, okay, that’s all I was calling about”.

Well, isn’t that nice? Okay then, still no response to my last text from the previous evening, but he then ended the call with “Call me sometime”.

I haven’t.

No particular reason why I have not. I just haven’t felt like it. I, quite obviously, don’t have a problem with a woman making the first move. I do, however, have a problem with doing all the work. I put myself out there. He showed interest. And then he fizzled out.

If he’s waiting for me to do all the work, eh…I’ve lost interest. It’s not that I would mind calling him, or following up. It’s just that he sort of left me hanging, and…I just don’t feel the need to put myself out there yet again without some kind of encouragement from his end.

Does that make sense?

And besides, as I said at the start of this post, it wasn’t really about him anyway. It was about me.

If we had connected and gone out for a drink, that would have been a nice bonus, but it wasn’t about the outcome so much as it was about the actual act of asking him out.

Because I did it. How much do I rock for that?



Let’s talk about crushes. Let’s talk about that silly feeling we all get when we’re 12 years old and we get that first glimpse of a boy, and suddenly there are butterflies in our belly and our hearts are beating just a little bit faster. AH, the crush. What a sweet, silly, innocent thing of childhood. Or is it?

What happens when you’re thirty-something, single, and just poking your toe into the dating pool after a long absence? And you get a glimpse of that guy across the room, the one who stands just so, or smiles with that twinkle in his eye, and suddenly, there are butterflies in your belly and your heart is beating just a little bit faster. Is it still a crush if by all accounts you can be considered a grown woman?

Isn’t it?

Personally, I like a crush. I enjoy the giddy feelings, the nervous anxiety, the sudden flush to my cheeks. I get a giggle out of the little girl in me coming out to say “I think I have a crush”. How silly, and enjoyable it is.

And as someone who has been in a bit of a rut with my self esteem the last few years, the fact that I am now considering myself crush worthy, allowing the butterflies to form, and wondering if maybe, just maybe, I’m causing some butterflies of my own…well, that’s kind of nice to experience.

The great thing about a crush though is that it doesn’t necessarily mean you are interested in acting upon it. The pressure is off a bit on a crush, because it might just be someone you want to observe from a distance, and never really pursue anything with. For whatever reason, you may know this person is all wrong for you, but you can still enjoy the feelings that the crush evokes in you. Safely. From a distance.

On the flip side, there are times when a crush can develop into more. You can take a crush and realize that the feeling is indeed mutual, and then suddenly, you’re no longer just crushing, you are now flirting. And how much fun is that?

But, of course, you’re thinking, “All this talk about crushes Karina, but we came here to read about who YOU are crushing on, so will you just get to it already?” Okay, okay…yes, I have a crush. In fact, I have two. And I’ve decided to share them with you because maybe that’ll force me to actually act out on at least one of them. Because at the moment, I’m lacking the nerve to make a move…so, maybe you can give me that little push I need.

I’ll tell you about my crushes first.


The first is totally innocent and not the one I see myself acting on. It’s clichéd and silly, and simply one that just makes me giggle, so I’m enjoying it from afar. I’ve got a crush on a personal trainer at my gym. I know, how obvious. But it’s not what you’re thinking, “oh, of course, a personal trainer, they’re all hot”. True. But this one, we’ll call him “Coach”, is not your typical personal trainer. He doesn’t have that “I’m so hot” air about him. He’s very down to earth and was obviously not the “jock” in high school, so he comes across as more approachable. He’s also extremely funny. So with that, is it any wonder I got a crush? He’s adorable, and a bit of a flirt as well, but he also happens to be about 10 years younger than me. So, I’m enjoying this crush for what it is, silly, fun, a distraction, but not something I’m likely to pursue.

Although…well, you know, I wouldn’t exactly turn him down if he were to ask me out for a drink. I’m just sayin’.

However, as my budget is about to take a major step in the “tightening of the belt” direction with my brand new car purchase which is in the works this week, there are no immediate plans for future personal training sessions, so Coach and I won’t have any more one on one time for a while. Thus, I’ll have to crush on him from afar for now.

The second crush, however, has potential. That is, if I don’t chicken out it does. This past weekend, as some of you know, I went window shopping for a car. The salesman I dealt with on Sunday, when I took the car for a test drive, was a hottie. Not just in the sense that he’s a good looking guy, which he is, but he had a certain flair about him that you don’t necessarily see too much of here in suburban New England. You all know I’m all about fashion, so when this man approached me not in your typical car salesman uniform of suit and tie, and sleazy wink…

but instead in dress pants, button down shirt and a black scarf and matching kangol type newsboy cap…(no, this is not him)…
I was immediately intrigued. Looking all dapper and very GQ”, even mom (who’d come with me to look at the car) was impressed. So GQ and I sat down to chat about the car, and mom and dad walked away to, as mom would tell me later, give us some space, since “he was obviously flirting with you”. I think he was more likely simply doing the car salesman thing, trying to get a sale, but then…there was definitely flirting involved.

Anyway, before I left the dealership that day, we exchanged numbers, for the purposes of the car sale, of course, and I went on my way. Turns out, however, that I will not be purchasing my car from his dealership, without getting into any of the boring details, I’m going through my work to get the car, and they have contracts with other dealerships, so I will not be going back to GQ to purchase my car.

However, GQ does not know this yet, and he has since called me to inform me that they got in a car in one of the colors I was interested in looking at, and would I like to come in and take a look at it. He left a voicemail, and I have yet to call him back.

Here’s where I need that push from you, because here’s where I’m bound to chicken out. I’ve decided to call him and tell him that although I won’t be buying at his dealership, I’d like to make it up to him and take him out for a drink. I mean, what have I got to lose, right? If the guy’s not interested, it’s not as if I ever have to see him again. Easiest rejection to deal with is the kind you never have to come face to face with again, isn’t it?

What do you think? Should I do it? Well, yeah, I know I should do it…but…will I do it?

Ah…the magnificent power of the crush.



Well, here it is…I’m going to give this dating thing a try in 2009. I said I would in 2008, and even had that ill-fated mystery date back in January, but then, well…obviously I had other things to work on before I put myself out there for the dating world to see.

But now, well, now I’m ready, and it’s time.

I’ve lost almost 20 lbs, and with that weight loss, I’ve also been able to let go of a lot of my self-esteem issues. There are some that still remain, because well, that’s just me being me, but I’m now able to walk with my head high, smile on my face, making eye contact with people.

I spent 2008 working on myself. My inner self, my spiritual self, and my physical self. I changed careers, I formed new friendships, I reconnected with old friends, and I made peace with ghosts from my past.

In a sense, it was boot camp, and now I’m ready to join the front lines.

I began to realize that I was ready to “hit the dating scene” when I found myself flirting with Donnie Wahlberg as he autographed my wrist. I mean, if I can flirt with my teen crush, I can flirt with just about anyone, don’t you think?

Then, a few weeks ago something happened that made me realize I am back in “dating form”. Small thing. Silly thing. I got a crush. On someone from my past. Someone I hadn’t seen in a long time. Someone I may never even see again for all I know. But he made me blush and giggle like a school girl. It was official, I had a crush on a real live, non-celebrity, he actually knows my name, man.

I didn’t really share much with you about that crush because well, there isn’t much to share. I honestly don’t know if/when I’ll see him again, and mostly, it wasn’t about him. It was about me. About those feelings I hadn’t felt in a really long time. And about the fact that I realized I missed those feelings.

A baby step. When you’ve been out of the dating scene as long as I have been, it’s baby steps to get back in, you know?

And then this weekend, last night, another step.

I was out Christmas shopping, and it turns out Target was having a special on good looking guys. Who knew?

OH, you want details? I’ll give you details.

I was walking toward Target, when I walked by an attractive man who smiled at me. New me, new rules, I made eye contact and smiled back, and went on my way. So then I’m in Target, in the electronics department and I see him there, which I thought was strange, because when I first saw him he was walking AWAY from Target, right? But, hey, whatever, I’m not reading too much into things, I’m busy shopping. But he walked by me once again, and I got the impression he wanted to say something, but then changed his mind. I continued to shop, but now I’m smiling because well, you just sort of know by then, you know? So, then the third time we walked by each other he goes “Excuse me,” and I was like “Yes?” and he goes “You’re beautiful”. And let me clarify that he said this not in a “yo baby yo” sleezy way, just in a very straightforward way, you know? So I was kind of taken aback but I said “Thank you” and he asked my name, then he tells me his (we’ll call him Blue). Then he asked if I had a boyfriend and I said no and he goes “why not?” and I said “Don’t know, just don’t” and he was like “ok” (like cool, whatever). Then we chatted a little more, turns out he’s from the same town I live in, and then he goes “So, can I take you out or call you sometime?” and I hesitated only a bit and said “You can call me,” (because hey, what have I got to lose at this point, right?). So I gave him my number, and then we chatted for another few seconds and he looked at my hands (I had a ton of things in my hands/shopping) and said “Well, I won’t keep you, I’ll let you get back to your stuff, but I’ll definitely call you” and I said “definitely do”. And that was that.

I haven’t had that happen to me in a very long time, years, in fact, so it was pretty cool. Good for my ego, that’s for sure. Even if he doesn’t call, I’m good with that. And even if he does call, and turns out to be a total weirdo, I’m okay with that too, cuz I’m sort of already expecting that…you know? And who knows, he could actually turn out to be normal too. 😉

He’s about 6 ft tall (I’d guess), probably around my age (guess again), dirty blonde hair and the most beautiful blue eyes. Good looking guy, not a pretty boy, but certainly attractive.

But again, this isn’t so much about him as it is about me. If he calls, well, then of course I’ll tell you all about it, and we’ll see what happens. But this is about how I had forgotten what it felt like to be approached by an attractive stranger and be made to feel like a million bucks. I had forgotten that totally giddy feeling in your stomach when you walk away after just having given a man your phone number. I’d forgotten, most importantly, how much fun I used to have with dating.

See, I’ve been dreading getting back out there, but now? I’m kind of looking forward to it.

BRING IT!



I know I promised to tell you all the story of how I came to be birthed in Africa…but we have breaking news folks. This is something that normally would be saved for Cafe Karina, my pop culture blog (and in fact will be posted in there as well), but the news are too major to contain in just one blog…

We’ll return to our regularly scheduled programming tomorrow…but today…well…today I give you:

A few months ago I posted about the rumors that the New Kids on the Block were staging a reunion. Well, ladies, grab your old t-shirts and buttons because it appears the rumors were indeed true.

This Friday at 7AM NKOTB will appear on the Today show…ALL FIVE members, together in public for probably the first time in at least 15 years. A big announcement perhaps? A performance perchance?

Click here, to be taken to a page with some more information and links to videos of interviews with some of the guys. In one of the videos Joe alludes to time in the studio…a new album in the works?

Call me silly, tell me I’m acting like a teenager, but I don’t care. I’m giddy with excitement and yes I will be standing in line for tickets if they go on tour. We’ve discussed before how there’s a certain amount of nostalgia tied up with certain icons of our childhoood, and for me, none hold more than NKOTB. So go ahead, laugh at me, but I wore their buttons proudly back then, and I’ll do it now too.

Well…okay, no…I won’t really wear the buttons this time around, but you know what I mean.

UH, right…okay, well, go on about your business…I…uh…I’m going to go back to work. Yeah…I’m a mature adult…I…uh…right.



{January 31, 2008}   Thursday Thirteen #40

As promissed, this week’s Thursday Thirteen takes me back to my youth, my love affair with the New Kids on the Block. This is of course brought about by the rumors which hit the interwebs (and radio and television news) that a NKOTB reunion might be in the works. As rumors go, there are suspicions, there are theories, and there are, of course, denials. As a die hard NKOTB fan, (once a fan, always a fan, admit it), I’ll choose to keep hope alive, and hold onto the fact that their once defunct website has been revived, and the little video playing on that website teases us to stay tuned by asking “Are You Ready?” AND the song playing over that little video is no New Kids song I ever heard…and trust me, any true NKOTB fan would know all the songs, so, a new song perhaps? Only time will tell.
In the meantime, I give you 13 NKOTB memories and tales, and reasons why they played such an important part in my life during my adolescence.

1.

Hangin’ Tough, The Right Stuff, Please Don’t Go Girl…yes, now that I’m older I realize they weren’t exactly musica masterpieces, but oh, how those sounds bring back a sense of nostalgia only music tied to memories can evoke.
2. The New Kids craze was something I shared with my cousins M&M and PM, and we would spend hours pouring over teeny bopper magazines, clipping articles, hanging posters up on our walls, memorizing facts about the five members of the group. We all have not only great memories of that time, but we also still have boxes full of binders with those clippings, the buttons, the t-shirts, the books…yes, we kept them.
3. My first concert. New Kids on the Block at Foxboro Stadium (now Gillette Stadium) in the Boston area. Our seats were terrible,in the nosebleed section, but man, we could have sworn Donnie and Jordan and Joey were singing directly to us. They could hear us screaming how much we loved them. What an event that night was.
4. Pen Pals. The NKOTB craze came long before the internet boom, long before myspace and facebook, so as fans, we had to find a way to connect. Those not involved can not even begin to imagine the network of fans, how connected and amazing it was, via regular snail mail. We wrote letters, we exchanged photographs, created “friendship books”, shared stories. At one point I had over 50 pen pals, all New Kids fans. My cousins and I even had a small fan club, we created a newsletter, sent it out to members/fans. Looking back on it, with the knowledge of how easy technology makes it today, I have to admit, we were ingenius in how we made it work.
5. Pen Pals. I met girls from all over the place through this pen pal network. The most memorable was a girl from Germany, who spent a summer a few towns away, with a host family, and spent a weekend at my house. We became fast friends, through our love for the New Kids. Amazing experiences all. I wonder where they are now, my pen pals.
6. Friendships. I met my best friend in high school because of my “NKOTB buttons” on my denim purse (ah, the early 90s). She was a fan too, we got to chatting, we became fast friends. Made many other friends that way…some enemies too.
7. Life lessons. The New Kids craze was one of those “love them or hate them” situations. Being a fan meant you had to have a strong character, you had to be able to take a lot of criticism to defend them from the critics, mostly made up of the teenage boys who hated them so.
8. Crushes. I learned early in life that I’m prone to like the bad boys. My first clue? Donnie Wahlberg was my favorite New Kid. He of the “allegedly” setting fire to hotel rooms, starting fights, and being the general “bad boy” of the group. Oh, how I loved him so.
9. Crushed dreams. All good things must eventually come to an end. We got older, they got tired…the group broke up, and with it, went a bit of our youth, our innocence.
10. And yet…a lifelong love affair. I’ll admit it, I have followed their careers, in particular, Donnie’s career, and I get a secret thrill whenever I hear of a new movie or television show he’s in. I’ve seen them all. Well, all except for those “Saw” movies he’s in…I just can’t handle the blood and gore of those. I’ll continue to follow them too, and be proud of their successes.
11. It’s a silly thing, but it’s those “idols” from our youth that hold a special place in our hearts, is it because of a crazy “fan” fantasy, or is it because it’s in reliving those moments that we feel a certain sense of that carefree time in our lives. That time when it really was all about dreams of a cute boy on a poster smiling at us from a stage miles away? Whatever it was, watching these old videos, looking at these old photographs, gives me a sense of peace, and joy…it’s hard to explain it really.
12. Just another video for you:

13. And one more:

Ah well…thanks for traipsing through my youth with me for a bit…it’s been fun.



{November 28, 2007}   All the good ones are taken

OR Candid Karina gets shut down.

Let me set this up for you. My condo complex has two buildings. Building A where I live, and Building B across the way. Once a year we have a “Condo Meeting” to go over budget, condo fees, and any other issues owners want to discuss (and gripe and bitch and moan about, nonstop for two hours). There are four Board members and the representative from the Condo Management company who chair this meeting. I go to the meeting every year, find out whether or not my condo fee is increasing, listen to some of the bitching and moaning, make my ONE yearly complaint about the dink who lives upstairs from me, and parks next to me, who never moves his car in a snowstorm when the plow comes, therefore causing my parking space to never be plowed clean, and then I go home.

But at this meeting every year, I also have a bit of a flirtation going with one of the board members, Fred. Fred is good looking guy, funny, smart, and we hit it off at the first meeting I ever went to. Since then, every year, we tend to joke a bit with each other at the meeting, and flirt a bit, but that’s it. He lives in building B, and I only ever see him once a year, at these meetings.

So, last night, he was there, and we did our flirtatious bit, and then I decided that this year I would stick around at the end of the meeting, and see if I couldn’t find out what his situation is, because, I actually like this guy, he’s a good guy. I know he’s not married, and I know he has a daughter, but that’s about all I know about him, besides the fact that we seem to hit it off and sort of “connect” on some level.

After the meeting, I walked over to him and he gave me a hug. A HUG.

Interesting, right?

So we chat for a bit, about the condo stuff, and then he shares with me the reason he no longer has a listed phone number (this came up when residents were asking for his number for complaints and stuff) and he reveals that his ex-girlfriend was stalking him, so he had to get a restraining order against her, and change his phone number (fun stuff). And I’m thinking “Okay, ex-girlfriend…heading in the right direction here”.

AND then he drops it…he makes some comment about his new girlfriend.

DAMN IT.

All the good ones ARE taken.



Alternate title for this post: “Do I have a date next week?”

Intrigued yet? It’s really not that exciting, but it is an update on the LawBoy situation.

When we last left off, here, the texts had continued, but as far as I knew, the girlfriend was still in the picture. In the last few months there have been a few additional texts, but nothing revelatory or overly exciting. For the most part, LawBoy texts at some inappropriate hour on a Weekend night, and I either ignore the text until the next day, or I return the text and we engage in a short “how are you” “good how are you” type of text convo. Yeah, real thrilling. This is why I haven’t really updated you on the events…there hasn’t been a reason to do so.

So, our last text conversation took place two, maybe three weekends ago. He’d texted a random “hello” on Friday night at about 1:00AM, and I happened to be just getting in, so I texted back. We had a short text conversation and then I called it a night. The following evening, around 1:30 AM I receive yet another text. I had just finished watching a movie, so I replied to that effect. This time, however, I didn’t really engage in the conversation much, and told him I was heading off to bed, then told him “Try texting me in daylight sometime”. He laughed, agreed, and that was that. That was also the last I’d heard from him. Guess daylight wasn’t to his liking…didn’t really think much of it.

Fast forward to tonight. I went out to a musical (Forever Plaid, I’ll do a post on it later) with mom tonight. After the show we decided to grab a late dinner. So, mom and I are just about to pay our bill and my cell phone rings. 11:30, Saturday night…I laugh and say to mom “guess who?” and show her my phone, where LawBoy’s name is on the caller I.D. I don’t answer, and stick the phone back in my purse.

AND THEN it hits me…

You see it coming don’t you?

WAIT…was that an actual phone call as opposed to a text message? It was wasn’t it? It was.

Wow…LawBoy hasn’t actually “called” me in at least a year, if not two. And not only did he call, but he actually left me a voice mail.

So, I listen to the voice mail: “Hey, it’s LawBoy, I just decided to go out tonight, for the first time in a long time, and thought I’d check if you’re out and about…give me a call.”

For some reason, LawBoy has convinced himself that I “go out” in Boston still. I’ve told him otherwise, but he often refers to my being “out in Town” in our texts. Whatever.

Anyway, I decide to call him back, because now I’m sort of curious. Remember though, at this point, I’m in my car, and mom is sitting next to me. So I call…Phone rings, LawBoy answers immediately:

LB: Hey! (very happy to answer phone)
Me: Hey stranger.
LB: So, are you out?
Me: sort of, I just had a late dinner with my mom, we went to catch a show, and are now heading home.
LB: OH, well, I tried. I decided I need to go out tonight, and was hoping you were around. I’m trying to find someone’s party to crash.
Me: I don’t party anymore, LB.
LB: Yeah, I know, I don’t much either, late dinners and shows are good fun too though. More my speed nowadays too.
Some more chatter I can’t remember…then…
Me: well, LB, it was nice to hear your voice. I was like ‘wow, was that an actual voice mail as opposed to a phone call? Does LB actually know how to use a telephone?’
LB: Laughing…”that’s wrong, K, that’s wrong”.
Me: I’m just saying…
LB: No, I’ve been so busy lately with work…there’s so much happening. We need to get together, there’s so much I want to tell you.
(And here Candid Karina’s heart skips JUST a beat…but then)
LB: “We’ve got investors, employees”
(so, he’s talking about work, right?)
Me: yeah, we should get together, catch up.

I say this because I always say stuff like this, and he says “yeah, we should” or something of the like, and then that’s that. But tonight he says:

LB: well, what’s next weekend look like for you, you have any plans?
Me: I can’t think of anything right now, no.
LB: okay, then pencil me in, let’s do something
Me: Okay, email me during the week, let’s make plans.
LB: you got it.

And we say our goodbyes.

SO…now the questions:

1. Did they break up?
2. Is he making a move?
3. Why the phone call after all this time of only texts?
4. Why the plan to make plans after all this time of avoiding the whole subject of getting together?
5. Did they break-up?
6. Does he really want to get together to tell me about work?
7. Will he actually follow through and email during the week to make plans?
8. Do I have a date next week?
9. Did they break up?
10. Am I really this giddy about him? Oh boy…

Inquiring minds want to know.

But right now I’m tired, I’ve been up since 7AM…I’m going to bed.



{August 22, 2007}   I Remember When…

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God gave us our memories so that we might have roses in December. – J.M. Barrie

I had dinner with two of my college friends last Saturday night. With very few exceptions, these two ladies are basically the only connections I have left to my college days. I’ve pretty much lost touch with just about anyone else from those days, but the three of us have maintained a strong connection in the ten years since graduation. Whoa…hold on, I have to take that in…TEN years. Whew…that was a bit of a shocker.

Okay, moving on… B.F.F. and I met on the very first day of freshman year, and hit it off instantly. I knew we’d be “best friends forever” (b.f.f.s), and I’m happy to report I was correct. B.F.F. is seriously the kind of friend everyone wants to have in their life. She has always been there in times of need, and never wavered even during HER own times of need. She is the one who calls the day before a job interview to wish you luck, and the day after a surgery to ask how you are feeling. I’m blessed to have B.F.F. in my life, and only hope that I’ve been as good a friend to her as she has been to me. Because we have always lived closer to each other than most of my other college friends, we’ve never lost touch, and have always been a part of each other’s lives. I was even one of B.F.F.’s bridesmaids at her wedding.

I honestly don’t remember how we became friendly with La Griega, but think that maybe it was B.F.F. who met her first. As much as I don’t recall how we became friendly, I do know that through the years, it really is to her credit that we all still get together regularly. Hers is the first Christmas card I receive every year, and not a single birthday has gone by unremembered by her.

The three of us make an effort to get together at least once a year for a “catch-up” dinner. You would think with all of us living within an hour of each other, we’d manage more than that, but unfortunately, we usually don’t. Therefore, our yearly dinners tend to be marathon sessions, where we sit and chat away the hours while the waitstaff give us dirty looks for occupying their table way too long.

Saturday night was one of those evenings, and although our waitress was a gem, I’m sure even she couldn’t wait to see our backsides walking out the door. Still, we had a wonderful time catching up, and it was nice to get B.F.F. out of the house for some fun girl time, as she just recently lost her mom, and therefore, needed a carefree night out.

This was actually our second time getting together this year, so in addition to our “catch up” conversations, we actually had time to take a trip down memory lane, and relive some of our college moments. Tales of ex-boyfriends became the focus for awhile, and man alive, if that wasn’t a fun conversation. There were stories I’d forgotten, and those I’d rather not remember, and guys whose names I can’t recall (I know, I know, that’s horrible). But all that talk made me realize that when I was younger, I was quite the player in the game of romance.

And it seems that I’m destined to travel through my memories this month, because along with dinner on Saturday night, I’m also plowing my way through a box of old writings. In this box I’ve found everything from short stories, to poetry, to that novel I never quite finished. But perhaps the greatest find have been bits and pieces of journals, which detail everything from high school crushes, to the day I met my first true love.

All of these pieces of my history have reminded me of something a co-worker I once had used to tell me “You could write soap opera scripts with the tales of your love life”. Perhaps he was exagerating a bit, but some of these stories scream to be told. And so, since my current love life is pretty much non-existent, with perhaps the exception of LawBoy, perhaps I’ll regale you with tales from my past loves and losses. What do you think?

As for my friends, dinner on Saturday night was a blast, and ten years later, the three of us have become completely different women, but with our friendship a solid common bond. B.F.F. is married, and has a little boy. La Griega has had about the same luck as I in the romance department, with the added stress of her very traditional Greek family wanting her to marry a Greek guy. But we have all enjoyed each others successes in life, and love to relive each others crazy past escapades. I can’t wait to see where the future will take us.

So live that your memories will be part of your happiness. – Author Unknown



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