and sent Scott one of my “dirrty” stories.

Ice broken.

Mission accomplished.

∗ Posted by Monique on 04.23.2007
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Went over to Scott’s this afternoon. He grilled kielbasa for dinner. Yum. I heart just about anything cooked on a grill. We watched part of The Life Aquatic, one of my favoritest movies. I could tell he didn’t like it so I finally turned it off. It always makes me cry and I can do that at home!

The all-seeing, all-knowing Izzy told me today that while Scott may turn out to be a dumbass or even an asshole, I will only screw things up if I keep waiting for him to turn out to be a “Ryan.” Sounds simple enough, right? But try telling that to my brain. Sigh. Scott calls daily, wants to see me often, is affectionate, acts in a caring and considerate manner … yet I am basically making him pay for the last two years of my life. As ridiculous as it sounds in writing, I fear that if I take things to the next level in the relationship (wink wink), I won’t see or hear from him for weeks. Has he done ANYTHING to give me the impression that he would do that? Not one damn thing. Double sigh.

Things feel different with this one. So keep your fingers crossed for me, that I’ve actually learned something over the past two years. I know nice guys exist, I just didn’t think there were any left for me!

Hmmm … what else did I learn today? Scott has been divorced for over 3 years. His ex gave him back the jewelry he gave her (ouch), including her engagement ring. He’s held onto it for this long. Today he called the jeweler he bought it from to get the 4 C’s info so he can sell the ring. That pleased me. He said he didn’t want to turn the ring back in when he bought another engagement ring. I, on the other hand, have no issue with that and would gladly use my old diamond to get a big-ass rock next time around. But at least then it would be my old diamond and not someone else’s. His dog is totally enamored with me. She kept crawling across him on the couch so I could pet her. She’s so cute, she kept looking up at me adoringly. As much as I love my kitties, they just don’t show appreciation like that.

All in all, this is just a minor freak-out I’m experiencing. I don’t even know if I’d call it a freak-out. I haven’t cried, I haven’t said anything I didn’t mean, I haven’t even made any panicky phone calls to friends (panicky e-mail to Izzy notwithstanding). Sigh. I just need a good night’s sleep and to hit the treadmill tomorrow after work. That will clear my head and everything will be a-ok …

∗ Posted by Monique on 04.22.2007
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of dating a younger man if he can’t keep up with me?

It’s just now 11 p.m. and Scott left a few minutes ago. His normal bedtime is 9:30 p.m. because he gets up at the ass crack of dawn. WTF-ever. It’s Saturday night and I’m watching the rest of UFC with the cats.

At least my Wings won tonight. I think. Kinda missed the end of the game. Missed the baseball game too. Wink. He’s so buying make-up tickets.

∗ Posted by Monique on 04.21.2007
∗ Annoyances, Love life
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I’m watching game 5 of the Red Wings-Flames series (that’s hockey for those of you not in the know) and the Wings scored on a penalty shot. I can’t think of the last time I saw a penalty shot. So I e-mailed my dad about it (he’s not one for unscheduled phone calls, he’d just hand me off to my mother during a playoff game) and I typed the following sentence:

“I hope the Wings game is over by the time I have to leave for the baseball game, or I’m going to be grumpy.”

WTF is happening to me? Softball game a few days ago, baseball tonight, playoff hockey now, I Tivo’d the UFC match tonight … I think the new vitamins I bought have extra testosterone …

By the way, I’m so excited … I’m going to be Mr. Fab’s co-host on his radio show on the second Sunday in June. Much pimpage to come … especially because at that point, it will be just a few weeks until my SECOND blogaversary spectacular!

∗ Posted by Monique on 04.21.2007
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The first time I had ever heard of Earth Day was in Mr. Sypniewski’s 9th-grade Advanced English class. Mr. Syp had the bold idea of starting a “radio” station and since we were still at the junior high for ninth grade, we didn’t have many resources … so we did the broadcast over the PA system. I can’t remember if it was weekly or monthly. Anyway, Miss Monique was one of the anchors. Mr. Syp said I lent a sense of “decorum” to the broadcast. Imagine that. When I looked at him blankly, he told me to look it up. Imagine that!

Anyway. One day, he passed out Earth Day buttons to the group of us who did the radio show. We all looked at him like he was some fucking communist hippie who made this shit up. Since this was pre-internet, we only had our parents as immediate resources. When I asked mine about Earth Day, they looked at me like I was some fucking communist hippie. And this was “only” in 1988 or so.

The irony now is that my parents now recycle the shit out of things — it’s required by the township — while Indiana doesn’t even have a bottle deposit. Initially I recycled but then I just grew lazy and started throwing everything out. My apartment complex has recycling bins so I really don’t have an excuse. Ok, and as a democrat, I just really have to admit something — I hated “An Inconvenient Truth.” I fell asleep during it. I mean, this was during the great allergy-medicine/antidepressant debacle of ‘07, but still. If I wanted to watch a PPT presentation, I’d just go to work and watch one of the ones I created.

OMG not to digress, but how the fuck can Katherine McPhee have the number one video on VH1 when I haven’t even heard the song? And it totally sucks. Shocker.

∗ Posted by Monique on 04.21.2007
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So I was a good whatever-it-is-that-I-am and went to Scott’s softball game last night. At first, the other team didn’t have enough players but a few guys showed up with about two minutes to spare before the ref called the game. Considering I drove about 30 minutes to get to the game, I was quite happy there actually was a game. Scott was the first one at bat in the game and was called out when his ball was caught. That pretty much set the tone for the game. I think they lost by a score of 15-3. Scott did get a run and had a few good catches. I was in my element, with nine diamonds full of men! So much to see.

Afterwards, we decided to get something to eat so we drove separately back to his apartment. He took his dog out, I got something to drink and … of course we never made it to dinner. Finally, about 10:30, I had to will myself to leave …

I showed his photo to my colleague today. We have the same taste in men. I can’t think of one time where one of us thought a man was attractive and the other didn’t; it just becomes a question of whose team the man in question is batting for. Anyway, when he saw Scott’s photo, my colleague exclaimed, “Oh My God! … He’s good-looking!” in this shocked tone of voice. He said he didn’t mean it like, OMG Monique has a hot man for once, thank you baby Jesus! but I just glared at him. So speaking of this colleague, last night he heard from a guy he went out with about 2 years ago; this guy had a lot going on, like, oh, trying to get a divorce, so my colleague cut him loose. Anyway, as we were going over the story, I suddenly had a flashback and said, loudly, “Oh my God! Is he the guy who broke your ribs?!?!??!” Apparently even HE had forgotten about that little episode, which only was memorable because he fucking LIED to me as to the reason for his injury, the one and only time he has tried to lie to me. Hopefully he’ll be more careful this time around!

∗ Posted by Monique on 04.20.2007
∗ Friends, Love life
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This is the meme that is sweeping the blogosphere … them thar questions come from the lovely Tori.

Le Rules:
1. Leave me a comment saying, “Interview me.”
2. I will respond by asking you five questions. I get to pick the questions.
3. You will update your weblog with the answers to the questions.
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.

If you were at a friend’s house for Thanks
giving dinner and found a dead cockroach in your salad, what would you do?
If it was a good friend’s house, I’d pull her aside and tell her. If it was an acquaintance’s or a friend’s relative’s house, I’d most likely push the salad to the side and ignore the roach. GAH!

If you wanted to look very sexy, how would you dress?
I don’t feel comfortable in the sexy-on-purpose look. I also am incapable of looking trashy, despite my best efforts. When I want to look sexy, I generally wear something that shows just a bit of unexpected skin, like a shirt with one more button undone than you’d expect, to show off my ta-tas. One of my most successful “looks” has been a black ribbed turtleneck sweater when I had long hair. The guys I dated went apeshit, like they were Amish and saw a glimpse of ankle or something.

If you had to spend the next two years inside a small but fully provisioned Antarctic shelter with one other person, whom would you like to have with you?
Oh God. I would have to say my brother. We get along well, we have a lot in common and we don’t get on each other’s nerves all that much. Plus we could talk about our parents for two years and more … and maybe then I could finally convince him to move out on his own!

If you could script the basic plot of the dream you’re going to have tonight, what would the story be?
One word: Sex. It’s been too damn long.

What, if anything, is too serious to be joked about?
I have a pretty solid sense of humor so I can’t really think of anything that wouldn’t be funny, but it depends on my relationship with the other person. Like, when I was dating a guy last year and he kept making cracks about my ex after I confided about the ex’s phone-sex addiction … that just wasn’t funny. But I’ve made a million jokes about the same subject. Anything hurtful just isn’t funny.

Leave me a comment and ask for questions … and I’ll come up with some doozies for ya!

∗ Posted by Monique on 04.18.2007
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So Scott told me tonight that he got a hair cut last night. He also had his hair colored blonde-r for “summer.” He declared that I would have a hard time keeping my hands off of him on Saturday. I started laughing and told him that I take statements like that as a challenge, like “I’ll be damned if I’m gonna put my hands ON him.” LOL Yeah, punkin’ has a lot to learn about me.

He has a softball game tomorrow night but it’s on the south side of the city and I really don’t think I want to drive that far in chilly weather. I’ll wait until it get warmer … yeah I’m a good … whatever it is that I am.

I went to the college de beautay tonight for a facial and sea-salt glow … ahhhh. All for $45! Fan-fucking-tastic.

∗ Posted by Monique on 04.18.2007
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My faux “big brother” colleague in the northeast, who has been around for some of the more dramatic moments in my life, sent me a little notebook with a note that said “Write lots!”

He’s so sweet, it almost makes up for his abysmal spelling skillz.

∗ Posted by Monique on 04.17.2007
∗ Friends, Work
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It was a long-ass drive home. I was so not on top of my game the last hour or so and of course that is when traffic was the heaviest. I have to drive past work on my way home, so guilt won out and I stopped by to use the treadmill. I went to Weight Watchers and lost 0.4 lbs, then it took me nearly an hour to get home b/c of traffic. Gah. Needless to say, I put on my pjs as soon as I got home and have barely moved off the couch since.

Aside from the skeevy hotel room, the conference was ok. I ran into a girl I hadn’t seen in a while and we decided a drunken night out definitely had to be on the agenda soon. I talked to Scott Sunday night and Monday night. We’re having an ongoing debate as to whether drinking fruit juice gives you the same benefits as eating fruit. I say no. He says yes, based on some Men’s Health article he read. He is on orders to produce said issue of Men’s Health, because I think he’s full of crap. He joined a softball team and has his first game Thursday. I told him that it should be a good way for him to meet more people, but it’s just his co-workers on the team. I laughed really hard when he told me that. So much for branching out.

∗ Posted by Monique on 04.17.2007
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