Diary of a pulchritudinous brat

April 22, 2009

Listen to your heart before you tell him goodbye.

Filed under: Guy Stories, Personal — by kurri @ 2:46 am

I’ve been trying to ignore that potato-stuck-in-my-throat feeling since Friday, but I think it’s about time I share my problem with you guys. Maybe one of you will give me good advice..?

Remember Y? He’s the first guy I dated: only, it was 5 years ago. I was a baby then, but really, it was just silly. Now, 5 years later, we’re ‘friends’ again and umm, he “really really like[s] me.” Initially we just spoke as friends.. Y’know, occasional phone calls and stuff. Something happened then and he didn’t contact me for like, weeks maybe. On Friday he told me that he was scared. Why would a guy be scared of me? Well, because he was “starting to develop feelings for me and was very very scared.” Uhh okayyyy! And what am I supposed to say to that? I just laughed it off.

This is how it all began.. Friday morning, he called me around 7:15 am. I was getting ready for class and decided to call him back later. Naturally, I forgot and didn’t get a chance to call him back. He called me again around noon and left a voice msg. I called him back later. He didn’t answer, so I left him a voice mail. He called me back 15 mins after that, and thank God I had my phone with me. I answered immediately. After the initial formalities, he informed me that he “had an interesting dream about [me].”

“Aww.. Isn’t that cute?” I giggled.
“Can’t you be serious for once?” he asked in probably the coldest tone I’ve ever heard.
“Fine.. What was your dream about?”
“Well.. This is gonna sound really weird…”

To sum it all up, he had a dream in which he was introducing me to his mom and sister. Uhh thank you very much! I have absolutely no intention of meeting his mother. From what I’ve heard, she’s mean and strict. Obviously, Y didn’t tell me that – a mutual friend made this observation. From there on, Y told me that he has been thinking about me a lot. I’ve been down this road before. The guy praises you, then he uses that seductively sweet tone, he talks about how he’s so scared of his feelings for you, and finally asks you to think about “this relationship.” Yeah, I’ve had my fair share of such experiences with all sorts of guys.

Oddly, I didn’t expect this from Y. I was awful to him back in the day; my brother’s best friend (who Y claims has feelings for me) supposedly threatened Y to stay far far away from me. I didn’t know this until a couple of months ago.

Shouldn’t Y be scared? He says he’s scared of his feelings for me, but he still wants me to “consider Us.” I should be the last girl he wants. He knows all about Ex and why it didn’t work out between us. He doesn’t think that Ex is guilty. He believes that since Ex and I had already drifted apart, I shouldn’t blame him for wanting someone who pays more attention to him. He knows that I have the tendency to get sick of people eventually.

That brings us back to why he’s scared. He says that he can wait for us to officially be “together.” Obviously! He has only been in one relationship in five years, and that only lasted a year. He spends his Saturday nights watching tv with cousins. He’s interested in “pimping cars.” Me? I like to shop. I like to bathe in the sun. We’re like North and South. He doesn’t agree with my career choice, but he says he’s okay with it. He doesn’t like me for eating non-zabiha meat. He only eats halal. He hates the kind of clothes I wear. He doesn’t like the fact that I like to party but then again, he doesn’t say anything directly. Hell he says he has friends but I highly doubt that! It’s obvious that it’ll be another year before he can move here, and he says he can wait for that long as long as I’m willing to wait too.

“What if you fall for someone in the mean time?”
“Err Y.. I can’t promise you that. I’m sorry.”

After 50 minutes (maybe a little more!) of “healthy discussion” we decided that I should take some time to think about this arrangement. It’s Tuesday and I’ve been ignoring all of his phone calls. I call him back when I know he won’t answer the phone.

This is scary! His family knows my entire family.. Hell his parents even know where my brothers went to college and who they eventually married. As for my family, my parents don’t even know of his parents’ existence. How can I be sure that he’s not taking revenge for what I did to him 5 years ago? Obviously I’m not in love with him but I know he can hurt me in every possible way. How can I trust him?

Y isn’t good looking.. I mean he isn’t ugly, but I’ve known/dated better looking guys. Clearly, I’m out of my mind.

Yes? No? Give it a shot? Tell him to stay the hell away from me? Just be friends? Tell him to take it one day at a time? I need help here guys..

April 16, 2009

Protected: ‘Cause everyone wants to feel like someone cares.

Filed under: Confessions — by kurri @ 1:52 am

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April 10, 2009

I am not gonna get hooked up just ’cause you say I should.

Filed under: Bitching, Confessions, Personal — by kurri @ 4:47 am

My best friend is dating a very ugly guy, who also happens to be the son of a millionaire! The guy’s dad owns a god damn plane.. and something that resembles a castle.

And I introduced her to him!

She has gotten more action in two weeks than I have in 7 months. Does that say something about my life?

April 7, 2009

I’m so 3008. You’re so 2000 and late!

Filed under: Guy Stories — by kurri @ 3:39 am

The bell rang.

I looked through the window and saw the most gorgeous ass I’ve seen in a while. Anyway, I opened the door thinking he’s selling something. He turned around and that’s when the show begun!

His gaze started from my toes, got stuck somewhere down the middle, and then climbed up slowly. The guy took one look at me and blushed. Men these days blush! Did you know? I swear I didn’t. I looked down. Mortified! That’s what I was.

Take this guys.. I wasn’t wearing pants. I usually spend my day inside wearing just a unisex tee that usually reaches mid-thigh. No one comes over before 5 pm, and I obviously forgot the fact that I was only covered by a tee when the bell rang today.

“I.. uhh.. I’m here to work on.. umm.. the yard.” McHottie said.

Oh. Right. Mom had something about the yardworker. But Mr. Yardworker never rings the bell. He’s old. He comes, does his work, and leaves. We usually just mail him the check.

“I’m sorry I should have called. Dad.. uhh Mr. Yardworker is sick.”

I finally regained my senses as he interrupted my thought process.

“Oh I’m sorry.. I guess. I mean sure. Go ahead. Do you need something?”

“Uh I’m good. I’ll umm leave you to your work.” He gave me one of those head-to-toe looks followed by a wink, and walked away. It took me a second before I realized that I was still standing in front of the door, looking at him as he walked towards the driveway.

I came back upstairs and wore some sweats. On top I pulled on my dad’s college sweatshirt. Even though I tried to stop myself from doing so, I peeked from the window.. And then dear readers, I gulped. Because this six foot tall man was shirtless, and was skillfully fixing my mom’s flower beds. I’m not a fan of dating white guys, but a girl can look and flirt, can’t she? I went back downstairs and fixed some lemonade. Today was our first real day of 60 degree weather, and I was not going to let this man sweat outside (although watching the sweat make its way from his shoulder down his pants would be sexy!).

I walked outside and put a jug of lemonade, two glasses, and chocolate chip cookies on the deck. McHottie spotted me, dropped his yardwork-weapons, and lazily strolled towards the deck. If I weren’t sure that my old neighbor was sitting on her deck and definitely looking for gossip, I would have jumped him right away.

McHottie poured himself some lemonade and popped a cookie in his mouth. Awkward! One of us would have to talk and obviously I wasn’t going to do it.

“So you wore some clothes” he said with his mouth full.
“Uh yeah it was either that or shedding. The choice was hard but I managed to decide.”

I don’t know if he could sense the nervousness in my voice but if he did, he didn’t make a show of it. Instead he told me about himself. Where’s the decency, man? I didn’t even ask! Guess my eyes did the talking.

Supposedly McHottie is becoming an entertainment lawyer. We ate cookies and talked about a recent local court case. Plus I found out that we have some mutual friends.

I offered to help him with some of the yardwork so he could get done and go home to his dad and I could enjoy a couple of extra minutes with him. He cringed at first. I could tell that he was unsure but I assured him that I won’t tell my mom or his dad.

“That’s not it. Have you ever done yard work before?” He said as he visually scanned me.
“Um no.. but I can try” and then I mumbled “Plus you don’t look like you were made for yard work.”
“Did you say something?”
“Nope. It’s probably the heat getting to your head. Want some more lemonade.”

He laughed and handed me a heavy object that nearly made my fall on my face. It was the blower!
I helped him with it. Plus I also helped him while he fixed our trees. I hear his father thinks that my mother is a pain in the ass. I don’t blame him; she can be one.

And with that, he gave me a hug. We exchanged numbers and with a promise to call me, he left. I don’t plan on ever seeing him again, but who cares.. I don’t go for second helpings when it comes to white guys. They’re too tempting.

April 4, 2009

But in the end everyone ends up alone

Filed under: Sexy Boy — by kurri @ 3:33 am

This has got to stop!

I can’t believe I accidentally called him babe today. Ugh!

So much for not flirting. Old habits don’t die fast, sigh.

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