An extra set of keys

Lately I've been having this undeniable itch for change. I feel like my life is finally stable but boring at the same time. I don't really have the burning desire to party like a Rockstar every weekend like I used to. I rather spend quality time with family and friends doing more low key things like, sushi and sake (Japanese booze). Whenever I get this feeling I know my spirit is restless and it's time for a change of scenery. Off to camping for me it is, as I'm planning away on important details like bikinis and floppy hats to wear by the lake. It dawned on me that I still had not found a cat sitter! Who was going to keep an eye on my babies while I'm gone? Naturally, the first person that pops into my head for this kind of responsibility is...you guessed it "smoking hot guy". I was a little hesitant to ask at first, after all it is a little presumptuous of me to think a person that works 50 to 60 hours a week has time to or even wants to feed my cats for 4 days. My instincts said otherwise so, I asked him anyway. Much to my surprise, (after he finished tracing the shape of my hips with his eyes quickly) he said yes and then added "I'll even feed them too". Woohooo!! He didn't think twice about his answer, I was stunned and excited at the same time.

I figured okay he will probably forget about his agreement during the week and bring it up again Friday when I give him the key to my place right? He is a guy after all, usually if you make plans with a guy, he will call you up on that day to figure out details. I was wrong, the first thing to come out of his mouth Monday is "So when am I going to get my key?" Rookie mistake, this guy was raised by his mother (God bless you "smoking hot guy's" mom wherever you may be) I forget, sometimes your son makes sense to the opposite sex! Well, being the "together" gal that I am, I don't have a copy of my keys. I have one set, the original set. So I tell "smoking hot guy" "You will get my keys on Friday when I'm done using them" and he says to me with a concerned look on his face, "You really should have an extra set of keys just in case, you never know" And I answered "Well I don't". Doesn't he know that getting my keys and my parking pass back from him is an excuse for us to spend some alone time together? I mean you can cut the sexual tension with a knife, when we are alone we can melt butter, possibly cream cheese even. So now, the imposing question is this... Do I give him a copy of my keys and he can give them back whenever or do I give him my original keys and tell it like it is when I pick them up? Will he finally make a move and ask me out on a real date? I DON'T KNOW! And why does he want my keys so quickly? First we go on a fake date and now he wants my keys? This non-relationship/friendship is moving too fast. Or is it reaching a whole new level?

If I give him a copy of my keys he can be my key keeper in case I ever lock myself out of my apartment. But, if I give him my original keys I have to pray he's not busy when I get back and we can really talk. What's a girl to do? Comments or suggestions please!

Russians, Frenchmen and Gays oh my!

First of all, I would like to send a big THANK YOU! To all my blog readers, your support and suggestions mean a lot to me. I took one suggestion especially to heart and that is on the subject of "smoking hot guy". Now, I can't get into too much detail because after all this is the internet. So here goes...I met "smoking hot guy" a couple of months ago, I would describe him as the most beautiful spirit I have come across in a long time. It's not even about what he looks like (forget the killer smile and gorgeous green eyes for a moment). He has morals, he's very kind, grounded, thoughtful, spiritual AND wants to make a difference in this world. Not only do we have a lot in common but, we also share the same values and views on life. How could I not keep him around?

Now you understand why I accepted his invitation to dinner many months ago, around the time when we first met. It was then, that he told me he wasn't ready for a relationship. As soon as I heard the words come out of his mouth, I felt like someone shot me in the chest with a harpoon gun. Relationship???? I was trying to figure out if I was on a date or not. That's what was going on in my head. So I gave him the benefit of the doubt and continued to be his friend erasing the idea of an "us" out of my mind. I'm 28....I know how this goes by now. Fast forward 5 months and you are up to speed. I was initially shocked when I realized he was jealous of "3 date guy" out of nowhere, he was ALL up on my nuts! Winking, blowing kisses, sending flirty text messages, undressing me with his eyes...the works. I'd never seen this side of him before I have to confess, I kinda like it! But, I decided to just keep meeting other guys because I'm a firm believer that if a guy wants to be with you, he will make it happen.

Well, for the sake of "research" I went out this weekend to a Russian bar, I was determined to meet a distraction at the very least. 3 cocktails and a couple of hottie sightings later...I met a sweaty Frenchman in a silk shirt that had enough sweat on it to last through an entire match of World Cup soccer! (Note to self: Don't wear a silk shirt in a crowded bar, everyone can see your sweat) He asked me and my friend if we were French, we said no. Then he asked us if we spoke French, again we said no. Finally he said, "Where are you girls from?" and we answered "We're Latinas". Then, he proceeded to introduce us to his friend Jean Luke who was supposedly from Guatemala. Jean Luke, ditched us as soon as he met us to go dance with the skankiest girl in the joint. On no wait, it gets better! Out on the smoking patio we met med school boy (22) and law school boy (23) all I have to say is, I won't bore you with the details because ONE conversation with these guys reminded me why I hated dating in my early 20s.

Feeling still hopeful....Sunday night, I had dinner with my cousin (who is gay) and attended West Hollywood's Gay Pride Festival. I didn't know where to look there were hot guys EVERYWHERE but, none of them bat for my team. ::SIGH:: I felt like a diabetic in an ice cream shop! This weekend was not a total bust, I ran into my pole dancing instructor and discovered that we both share a love for gay guy friends. For now, I am going to count my blessings and enjoy the new friendships and opportunities that are popping up on my path to true love. By the way, "3 date guy" texted me last night. What's up with that?

11 years of Dating

My first official date was at 17.... my nose was buried in books before then. I didn't think love was important, I didn't even know what it felt like. I continued to carry this belief with me for many years until...I fell in love, the kind that hits you hard and fast. Shaking up your world and leaving a messy trail behind. My perspective completely changed, I became a cheerleader for love. 11 years later and with a lot of dating experience under my belt, I am at a cross road. My biological clock is ticking louder and louder as every year goes by but, I don't feel ready. Even though in my my family's culture (Peruvian that is) at 28 you are supposed to be married with children, (that's right CHILDREN...apparently I'm late for the party) I haven't found a partner to do this with. I promised myself if I don't have kids by 32 I will turn to science to help me.

All of a sudden, my dating purpose has changed. Dating has begun to feel like, looking for a pair of black leather pumps in the middle of summer. I recently jumped back into the dating scene after a long pause and ended up meeting "3 date guy" his name says it all. It only lasted 3 dates. I was honest, I said what I wanted even though I was afraid and he said what he wanted. It seemed like a good match. Then, all of a sudden I don't hear from him for a week. Now guys, just so you know if you don't call a girl in 7 or 8 days to her, that is the equivalent of 7 or 8 weeks and she thinks you died and has no interest in talking to a dead man. So now the story gets interesting, I have a friend that I'm interested in. He got word that I was dating and now I think he wants to be more than friends. We will call him "smoking hot guy", I look forward to seeing what unfolds in the coming months. Is someone new on the horizon for me or is "smoking hot guy" going to realize he has feelings?