I’m sure if I get any of this wrong, she will be the first to comment in a sarcastic, funny way. That’s why I dig her!
What a crazy freakin week it’s been! I learned a new word, “blogmance” and have engaged in some seriously serious flirting. The word of the week seems to be innuendo and I have to admit that it’s been all the way rad!
Along with that I’ve had one of the shittiest work weeks that I can remember and to say that I’m burnt out would be a huge understatement. My mom rolled in to the B-lo for a couple of days and I have to say that I’m very impressed. She’s been here 36 hours and I haven’t cracked the new bottle of Jack Daniels I have in the freezer and I haven’t really felt that I needed to. Impressive.
Let me clarify something about my mom—I love her and she loves me. We often occasionally bump heads and don’t always see eye-to eye on things, but she’s cool. My dad died eight years ago from colon cancer and she still lives in the house in So. Cal. they bought in 1969.
The hard truth is that I know you’re not reading this blog to hear about my mom and my shitty work week. You’re voyeurs. You want to live vicariously through me. You want to know what’s going on with The Blogger Hottie. You want dirt. That’s cool. Grab a shovel my friends, ‘cuz here we go…
First let me give you a little background. We’ve known “of” each other since about March and have followed each other’s blogs, left blog comments back and forth and have followed each other on Twitter. We’ve been friendly. I always thought she was way cool and totally cute, but I never pursued her because I figured she had guys all over her. Apparently she thought I was “hot”. I wouldn’t necessarily agree with that last statement, but I feel it would be completely rude if I were to argue the point with her.
A few weeks ago we were having Twitter conversation (as much as you can have a “conversation” 140 characters at a time) and I finally gave her my number and said “screw this shit, let’s just talk.’ She replied that she wasn’t a boy chaser and gave me her number. I called (in her words) “one second later”.
We had a short conversation that was fun, yet without even the slightest hint of a flirt. It was nice. We chatted a couple more times over the next few days and on the Fourth of July I sent her a simple text saying I hope she was having a good day. It was nothing I wouldn’t do to any other friend, but apparently it made her day. Cool.
The flirting began a few days later and it spiraled from there. Fast forward to this week and lets just say that there has been some pretty heavy Twitter flirting, Facebook flirting, text flirting and some old school phone flirting. The only type of flirting we haven’t done is face-to-face flirting and word on the street is that we may be solving that problem soon enough. Now may be as good a time as any to point out that I live in Buffalo and she is in Chicago—about 10 hours apart.
I’ve learned a lot about her this week and she’s learned a lot about me. I told her a couple things that I’ve never told anyone that I’ve dated. The things weren’t bad in any way, just very, very personal. Why did I tell her these things? I feel very comfortable with her. She “gets” me. The real me. And I get her too. The real her. How cool is that?
I’ve been told this week that I’m rough and tough on the outside but soft and gooey on the inside. On more than one occasion I asked her to keep that bit of info to herself because I didn’t want to ruin my street cred. I have a reputation to uphold and I wasn’t sure I needed people realizing that I was actually a nice guy.
You know what? Screw it. I guess you guys can know the truth about me. I’m pretty sure that she will write all kinds of nice shit about me on her blog, so I may as well come clean now. You know what? It feels kind of cleansing to come out and admit I’m a nice guy. Kind of like the way you feel right after taking a big dump.
Speaking of taking a dump, (yeah, I know that was a crappy segue) I got a text from her the other day saying that she was totally losing her shit for me. I think that she was referring to something other than fecal matter and I politely told her that I found some shit at my place and I thought it might be hers, so why didn’t she just come and get it. I also told her that I had lost my shit and that I thought it may have found its way to Chicago, so why didn’t she just hold onto it for me.
The week hasn’t all been about bathroom humor. I received flowers this week for the first time ever! The picture is at the top of the blog post and they came with the sweetest card I’ve ever received. The words were lyrics from a song. Yeah, there’s a song involved. Actually two songs. Possibly three.
Anyway. The orchids symbolize something and the way she had them do the whole arrangement was symbolic of something too. She took a lot of time to think about this and plan this and I am beyond appreciative! You are rad baby and daddy likey!
There is so much more that I could say about this week, but I think this is enough for now. I think that coming out of the Nice Guy Closet is enough for one blog post. I’m sure if I get any of this wrong, she will be the first to comment in a sarcastic, funny way. That’s why I dig her!
J.R.
JR you ARE a big teddy bear! I am very excited for you both to explore this opportunity! I pray for both of you to have a great time in person just as much as you do via tele-communications!!
and remember, Cleveland is THE HALF WAY POINT for you both!
I think we definitely could use a couple nights in Cleveland with you and The Wednesday Guy. Let us check our schedules!
No one thought it was cool when I came out of the closet. Go you.
Well, I was raised right.
Holy shit Dad – *awwwwwkward*. Well, the good news is that he swears way less than me. This should please you. The fact that my dad is reading the blog of my love interest and it has “sex” in the title…. well…. I might need therapy now. F my life. The best news is that he reminds me in a million wonderful ways of a certain other single dad with a daughter that I knew growing up. A little girl that listened and watched and learned about what was really important when you’re doing it for the second time around… Read more »
Sniff. That was so freakin sweet, baby! I think I will add this the the list of reasons you rock. For what its worth, you did a great job with your daughter and I plan on giving you a big high five when I meet you, pops. May I call you pops? It seems more respectful than “dude”.
wow this is very informative, and has drawn my interest.I know Jamie very well, and dont know JR.I do trust her judgment and hope you are as she percives you to be.Sometimes you just have to roll the dice and go for it.I think Jamie is smart enough to know when to holdem or fold em.This should be interesting, hope it works out good.
Thanks very much. I don’t know what to call you. Uh, dad, is it??? If so, it’s very nice to meet you sir.
Of course, I promise to do that. I only fell off the face of the earth for a couple months. Working on getting the blog repaired stop by when you have a chance.
Thanks Lisa. You deserve to be happy too! One day we will both laugh at our misfortunes and high five each other for finding the person we were meant to be with. I promise to let you know how this goes if you promise to do the same!!!!
JR, I am hoping everything works out for you. I know you have been through a lot of shit and deserve to be happy. Someone who understands the blog and with a great sense of humor to match is just what you need.
It’s great to be back online and to catch up with you!
LB
OK, it is sad and pathetic but I am living vicariously thru you two and loving it. As someone else said “Don’t fuck this up”
Yes ma’am! You hear that, baby? Don’t fuck this up! As long as we don’t fuck it UP we can, uh, you know. Right?
Love it. 🙂
As someone who has been dating a blogger for a year and a half now, I’ll tell you that it does present it’s own unique challenges (like dishing on your love life and knowing that they’re reading it) but it’s cool having that in common.
Enjoy!!
Thanks Momma! I can see how this can present some unique challenges, but I know that it can be totally worthwhile. Most women I have gone out with are not at all comfortable with the fact that I do the blog, even with the complete anonymity that my blog offers (the exception being Jamie, The Blogger Hottie, who wanted the world to know that she digs me and that I dig her). Baby–you would love Gay Andy and when we get out to the LBC sometime the only problem we will have when the three of us hit the town… Read more »
Dear Gay Andy,
In typical female fashion I have bitch-jacked the comments section now. Due to your use of “cedar balls” in a sentence I must confess that I love you and I haven’t even met you. Also, I couldn’t agree more when you say “a big prick is expected every once in a while..” From your lips to God’s ears sweetie. I’m just sayin’. Praise the lord and pass the ammunition!
Amen
Some closets run very deep! In your Nice Guy closet I see lots of soft fabrics, well organized breezy garments, and cedar balls. I only see one difference between your coming out story and mine. Mine was not met with positive remarks from admirers (except the pervy old guys I was giving it away to for free) , no, when my closet door opened, I found a Christian intervention with quotes from Leviticus and threats of eternal damnation 🙂 thanks mom and dad! 🙂 Doesnt it feel free-er on this side of the door? 🙂 just dont get too nice… Read more »
I love you Gay Andy and I’m not at all ashamed to tell you that because you only like the Latins…
Ok, I realize what I’m about to do could be considered by some as “hijacking” your comments section but just sit back and roll with it baby. Here I go… Sweet hot dude – Look, we really need to talk about this “hottie” part because it’s a lot to live up to. I’ve been brainstorming the shit out of this and I feel that “the blogger cute and definitely doable” is much less pressure. Or even ‘the blogger hot damn she’s a mess but she’s fucking funny” works well. The “hottie” part though… I’m nowhere near as hot, sweet, kind,… Read more »
Best post ever. I knew you had a nice, caring guy somewhere in there. 😉
Good for you both! I hope things work out the way you want them to!!
Very happy for you, bro. Most of us already know you’re a nice guy so it’s not much of a surprise.
If you pass through Lansing, make sure you holler. You can crash here for a night if you need to.
Bella Daddy, I had you and Gay Andy in mind when I thought about coming out of the closet. I’m glad you have some hetro-man love for me!
Kate–we are rad, huh? She has the looks and I have the
brains,charm, talent.Ah hell, she’s Beauty and I’m the Beast.Chris–we will definitely find a way to meet up in Lansing. I’ve actually wanted to do that for a while now and it’s even better when I have a hot chick to take along (I mean you Jamie).
Awww, you guys are adorable. I mean that in an awesome way.
FINALLY, someone str8 figures out that coming out of the closet is not meant specifically for any one grouping…as one who has been in that damn closet, Kudos to you!
LOL
OMG I am IN LOVE that you two are doing this. LOVE. Like serious. I’m losing my shit over this whole thing too.
🙂
I’m such a sap, I love it, I love that you two are into each other OBVIOUSLY the exact same amount. Read her side too!!! I think you two might have a shot at making it work so don’t fuck up..”k”
Jenn- mamarocksreno
Thanks Jenn. Fingers crossed…