First…Wow! Sex and The Motherhood has had 3500+ views since January 2, 2015. My recent post, “Break Up Via Selfie” is mostly responsible for that. Luckily, your support has helped me through a rough patch and I continue to appreciate all the kindness and positive thoughts you are sending my way.
Second…I continue my Facebook hiatus. I didn’t realize what a soul sucker it could be. By the way, I LOVE Facebook! My profile has been active since 2008. I have used it in a number of ways. Community events, political, work, children, family, divorce, break ups, friends, friends, and more friends! But lately, I am again and again nearly overwhelmed with the amount of content and time that is placed on Facebook. As I continue to spend more/less time on social media, I would like to encourage you to do the same. There are so many other great things to spend or waste time on. One I adore is Podcast. Pop Culture Happy Hour and Serial (which I am starting tomorrow) are really really awesome! Twitter is not so scary and can contain knowledge filled content along side posts that are a whole lot of fun! If you want to knock your socks off, check out Vine! Most of these you can find on Facebook, shared or embedded under a million other things but now you are going to its source minus Facebook terrorists. Then the best way to use the internet…read a blog like this one. Follow the ones you like best (cough, cough Sex and the Motherhood). Following your favorite blogs is the best way to stay on top of the latest post.
I had the pleasure of having burgers and beers with some of the best ladies in the world recently. Wasting time on guys and dating can send you into a tizzy for sure! We spend so much time being proud of multitasking that we don’t really focus on anything anymore. I can tell you all day long that my sweet girls or work is my main focus, but our use of social media, TV, and other distractions can lead to a whirlwind of chaos and less focus on anything at all! But on this night…these ladies were focused on eachother. Many questions revolving around our daily activities, discussion of a friend’s recent acceptable divorce settlement, abnormal pap smears, this blog AND its aftermath, I mean success. Birthdays, upcoming social events, yoga class, moving. I could keep going. The most important part, we laughed! Loud and hard!
Discussing multi-tasking reminds me of a time where my multitasking sent me back to a common high school situation! I met Knox on Tinder. Super cute and very confident. The disappointing part of Tinder is that you know how close you are to the person in miles, but unless they put it on their profile you don’t know where they live. When Knox showed up on my list, he was within my 40 mile max. When we matched we started texting fairly quickly, I was terribly disappointed when I found he spends most of his time more than 400 miles away. His work brings him close during the week. And you get a 50/50 shot that a single dad has the same free weekends as you…and as luck would have it, we didn’t have similar schedules at all. With all this, momentum continued to build. We really wanted to meet. Both of us had a feeling, we could hit it off. After long talks and texts he was going to be in my area and wanted to meet. Girlies would be gone and all was well, except one big problem. My sparkles were out….bad. What I mean is, I needed to get my roots done. I will meet a guy in yoga pants, but I will not meet a guy while my sparkles are out! I got an appointment asap, but the only time I could go was the day I was supposed to meet Knox! To top it off, laundry and a few other things at home needed to happen as well. Time to turn it on Momma! -I went directly home from work. It was 4:30 pm.
-Ran to hairdresser-color on…two hours later
-Trip to grocery
-Back home, another load in
-Load out/Load in
-Make up and hot outfit
Bam! Momma is on her way with 15 minutes to spare. On target to meet at 9 pm? Wait, I go to bed at 10 pm and I will miss my binge watching of Bravo/E! Oh well, gotta live a little right? And what harm is there? I am 15 mins from my house and he is 25 from his hotel.
We were meeting for drinks since it was late and he had a dinner already planned for work. The anticipation to meet Knox had grown to an exciting level. When he arrived I was not disappointed. He was tall, at least 6’2″. Knox called me every morning after he worked out, and now I could see he wasn’t just “saying” he was in the gym. Two drinks later, we realized we were the only ones left and it was creeping on 11 pm. Both of us had busy days ahead so we decided it was time to go.
Knox proved he was working on the gentleman award when he asked to walk me to my car. When we got there, we spoke for a bit then when I thought the kiss was coming; “Can you drive me to my car? It’s just right over there.” Well okay. We drove over to his car. Spoke a few more minutes. He reached for my hand, then he kissed my hand and then he kissed me. Then I realized; oh, oh no…I am making out in a car!
Prior to college, I spent some time in a car and to be honest, so did you! Either Snopp Dogg or Dave Matthews Band playing in the back ground. Nothing good happened after my curfew, so my parental units said- that’s why I had one. However, I was always home on time. Well, usually. Nevertheless, I never got comfortable “parking” and I hadn’t gotten over it.
I think the next few some what words that came out of my mouth were, “Ummm, Yeah, Nah, Wait, Oh my…hold on” When it stopped, I immediately realized that the windows were already fogged up. (Embarrassing)
“Do you want me to follow you to your house or do you want to come back with me?” he said. I’m going to be completely honest with you. At the point we came back up for air it was 11:45 pm. I had a 15 minute drive back home. Then… What time would I finally get to sleep? “No, I am sorry, I should really be going.”
I am 75% sorry I made that decision. I never saw Knox again. There were many discussions regarding another date, but our schedules were so crazy that it never happened. Okay, I am 85% sorry that I made that decision. Now, nearly 90%. Would a night with little to no sleep have killed me?
I was home right at midnight. Following a few nice, ‘did you make it home okay?’ ‘I had a really great time.’ ‘Wish I could kiss you again.’ texts from Knox, I made my way to my pajamas. Alone, again! I look in the mirror to put my hair up for the night.
Wait…what’s that? Is that a…? I hung my head…I hope I can find my turtleneck in the morning!