When I Say Dated, What Does That Mean?

Ok, so Big Ben made a comment on my last entry that I've seem to have "dated" alot of guys. Hmmm, what does that mean? At first, I was a little offended but then I started thinking, that's not so bad. At least I'm getting asked out and I'm not so shallow to give guys a chance even if they're not as hot as most of the boys that read my blog. I'm still not giving out my...what was it called Ben, slut ratio number? I think that's a number that can be misleading (yikes). Anyways, I qualify dating a guy as going to dinner, meeting for drinks (the second time you go out), going to lunch, seeing a movie, kissing goodnight etc. There's a lot more in that etc. that I'm not going into because my dad happens to read this blog on occasion and I would hate for him to get the wrong idea about his little princess! I guess what is discouraging is that I haven't had a long term relationship since "Tad"...really. And I really don't know if he was even a relationship, it was complicated because I was his boss and people couldn't know, so it was weird. (Insert innuendo comment about working under your boss here.) I am kinda dating someone* right now that I met right before I left to visit my parents and now he's gone to New Orleans until sometime next week, so who knows. Here's our relationship, we've hung out about five times, doing various party/nightlife activities, gone to lunch, go out to bars and hung out at eachothers house's. Does that constitute a relationship? I have no idea, probably not. But he's a hottie! God, I'm such an idiot!

*James from the Red Lion that I met after the G-Love concert on April 7th.

Just A Coincidence? Probably...

Have you ever be in a new town or even just traveling and thought you saw someone you knew? Then you realize as you catch another glimpse that it's not the person you thought it was at all. This happened to me on the way home the other night but it was the person I thought it was.

Before I moved to Vail 4 years ago, I was kinda dating this guy we'll call "Tad". We dated for about 8 months and we were really good friends and had really good chemistry. He was a golf pro too and we worked for the same golf course at Disney. He actually convinced me to move out here because he said I would love it. He was originally from Colorado Springs and he said I would love the mountains. Well, he was right but that move took me miles away from him. Tad and I tried to keep things going but we knew it wasn't ever going to work. He wasn't moving back to Colorado and I was staying out here for a while. So we broke up. No hard feelings just sad. He showed me what I really wanted in a guy but I wasn't ready to get married (not that that ever came up). I went back to Florida two years ago and saw him but that was it. After that, we never talked again. I heard through the grapevine that he married a chic right after that and that was it. No wonder he never responded to emails I wrote him.

So I'm in the shuttle coming back from Denver and we have to make several stops in the Vail Valley. It's about nine o'clock at night and we have to go up to the Ritz Carlton in Bachelor Gulch to drop off a couple staying there for a convention. As we pulled past the guard shack, the guy waving us on....WAS TAD! Are you kidding me? I recognized him immediately but had no idea he was in Colorado! What was he doing here? I'm in shock at this point, all the old feelings come rushing back but I have to stop myself. "He's married, Jennifer, he's married." But I had to talk to him. I told the shuttle driver my story as we drove back down and he was more than happy to sit and wait while I chatted with Tad. So I get out of the shuttle, peek in the shack and he's not there! All of a sudden I hear, "Hey, dipshit" (one of those cute pet names). He's sitting in the SUV we pulled up behind. Well, to make long story a little shorter, he let me know within the first minute we were talking that he was married (damnit) but it was so good to talk to him. He looked great. Apparently, he moved here in November and he was working for Bachelor Gulch security. His wife works in F/B for the hotel and he's finishing the Denver Police Academy.

WOW! Sometimes I wonder why things like that happen. I don't think if I would have seen him 6 months ago or even a year ago, if I could have taken it. But now, I don't know, it wasn't too bad. I still think about him alot and will always classify him as "the one that got away". Probably just a coincidence that I saw him...probably.

The Road We All Travel

I was reading Slopmaster's blog entry this morning and wrote him an email reply. As I was writing him, I got the idea for this entry. I went to church AGAIN with my parents yesterday and the sermon really made me think. The basic point of the sermon was that just because we come across hardship in our life, doesn't mean that we are on the wrong path. Here is an excerpt of the email I wrote Slop:

"My life is soooo not what I thought it would be at 30 years old. Through twists and turns, worthless guys, different places to live, different living conditions, physical pain, mental pain, drugs, alcohol....I'm a SHRED of what I thought I would be at this point in my life. But I think it's a good shred, at least a smarter, more mature shred...I think. You just have to trust that the path you're on is the right one, just with different stops than you had planned. You're still on the correct highway, you just may have been traveling under different conditions, whatever those may have been."

I think we all struggle with the fact that we have no control of the plan of our life. I don't mean that we are ultimately predestined to fail OR succeed. I think we have a say in that but it's how we get to those points that make the difference. I read somewhere that Donald Trump has filed for bankruptcy more than once. I'm sure when he was going through that he didn't even grasp where he would be in 10-20 years. But he pressed on I'm sure and now look where he is. But who's to say he will still be one of the richest men in the world in 10 more years?

I was watching the E! True Hollywood story about Colin Farrell last night before I went to sleep. He will be 30 this year and apparently after all of the shennangins of his life, he is building a house next to his brother in his hometown in Ireland and wants to move back where his family and friends are (sound familiar Slop?). I think there is a point in your life where you have to get back to your roots, find yourself (or whats left of yourself) pull it together and move on, a better person for it. But only you can decide when and where that point is and how you can pick up the pieces.

*While losing brain cells watching "Last Call with Carson Daly" the other night, he played part of a song called "Bus Ride" by Rocco DeLuca and the Burden. I downloaded it to my iTunes and it's amazing! Check it out! By the way, did anyone see my girl Imogen Heap on Jay Leno the other night? She was fantastic!