Thursday, September 16, 2010
The other hygienist I worked with pointed him out to me in the waiting room and told me that she knows my next client and that he's cute. Never one to trust someone else's opinion of "cute" I took a look... and she was actually right.
I started cleaning his teeth and we had a good conversation going. He was telling me that he'd recently broken up with his girlfriend and we were totally flirting. I remember talking about how when there's chemistry you just know it, and oh was I feeling the chemistry.
As he left he sort of paused for a minute, looking like he was going to ask for my number, and then walked out. De-nied I thought.
Well, the other hygienist wasn't about to take no for an answer. The next night she texted him, saying that I thought I was cute. Then later on that night I got a text from him! He said that he'd wanted to ask me out, but didn't know if it was appropriate. He'd been golfing with his boys all afternoon and they'd kept ribbing him, saying if that he was too chicken to ask me out then they'd do it themselves.
We talked back and forth for a bit, and he seemed like a good guy. He was nice, he had his crap together (he actually owns a barbershop, which I thought was kinda cool).... and then he told me the truth: he wasn't exactly broken up with his (ex)girlfriend. They had broken up, but they still lived and worked together. At least that's what he said. Who knows what her opinion of the situation was.
I told him that we could hang out, but only as friends until he figured out exactly what was going on and we'd go from there. I met up with him at the Fox and Fiddle, and realized that the spark was kinda gone anyways. He kept saying things that I just found immature and annoying. He also kept making hints about me sleeping with him (I mean, I'm used to that from my guy friends, but not from men I barely know!) and wanting to hang out again. After a drink or two I left.
Strangely enough after the many times he said he wanted to hang out again I never heard from him. I think the two options of why he disappeared were: 1. went back to the (ex)girlfriend, or 2. he didn't get what he wanted (being in my pants) immediately so he gave up.
I'm NEVER dating a client again!
After that the decision was made that we were going to go do some karaoke! Ummm... I've never quite been the singing in public kind. Maybe the singing super loud in my car with the music cranked and my windows up, but not where people can actually HEAR my voice.
We got to the karaoke place, which is a place called Fantacity downtown. I love this place. You actually get large, private rooms to do your singing in. The main bar area is decorated like you're on a patio in Mexico, all palm leaves and bamboo sides. Inside the rooms is a large screen and sound system, as well as a multicoloured-light disco ball and tambourines for banging along. There were two huge books of songs to choose from. (Some of them weren't in English. Korean?) The only downfall was that I wish there was a book of songs listed by the artist, so you didn't have to try to remember the exact song you wanted to sing.
We definitely had a good selection of performances: I belted out "Hot and Cold" as a duet with the birthday boy (who LOVES Katy Perry), we had some solid old-school U2, and even some Snoop Dogg from a very white girl.
I was just the right amount of drunk, and listened to just the right amount of shitty singing. It was a lovely night.
Friday, September 10, 2010
Tuesday, September 07, 2010
The party wasn't too bad: we got two free drink tickets, and by the time I arrived there was a little bit of leftover pizza. My friend and her other friends had arrived earlier and had their buzz on already.
I parked my ass on a stool beside a cute guy, and we started to chat. He's attending UBC, but his parents live out in Langley, near me. He started seeming like a good prospect, then I found out he's only twenty years old. Honestly Danielle, ALWAYS! He was still cute so I threw caution to the wind and gave him my number anyway. He told me to call me when I'm in the city (A typical "city person" things to say, may I add... And of course I can add it, it's my damn blog.)
The party ended early and I was still hungry so my friend and I walked across the street to Sammy J's for some appies. Mmm lobster rolls.
Then we had a little bit of an adventure. Seems that I have no idea where I'm going in Vancouver so we had some trouble finding my car. My friend knows the area well... so I told her that I walked through a little park and we needed to go in a generally leftish-straight direction to get back to my car. Seems pretty clear to me! She told me I had to be wrong. Turns out I actually was kind of right but at that point all we cared about was that my car had a working heater.
I didn't hear from the twenty-year-old, until months later, when he randomly texted me that he was going to Kelowna for the weekend and that I should come. Crazy kids thse days!
Thursday, September 02, 2010
She arrived ten days late, after 4 days of labour... and she looked like a tiny, wrinkled, Asian man. My sister had made me promise before the baby came that if he/she wasn't cute (they didn't find out the sex) I would tell her, because obviously she would be biased. Well, I told her. It was ok, she agreed.
Leah was born with a full head of dark hair and piercing blue eyes. She also had one blonde streak going across her hair, a funny coincidence with Nicole being a hairdresser and all.
I spent all my time with this little muffin... I'd stop by most days when I worked in Abbotsford to see her... and we had a multitude of baby showers. Do you know what a 3 foot high stack of pink baby clothes looks like? I do!
She also started to get cuter once her ten-days-overdue-sittinging-in-whatever-kinda-juices wrinkles started to wear off. For the life of us though we could not get her to look cute in a picture, until Nicole's friend Justine came along. Justine took Leah's newborn pics, which were great. Take a look:
As Leah gets older she gets even cuter. She even started to do tricks... when you'd lie her on her back and play with her, *BOOM* she would kick you right in the boobs!
She had always had a strong neck, and now at just over 3 months she can almost sit up alone. She LOVES the pink bunny my parents brought home from New York for her, and shows it... by drooling all over it and then rubbing it all over her face. She also lets out adorable squeals of laughter occasionally, but only when she feels like it.
Here are a few of her 3-month pictures to take a look at. If anyone is interested they were taken by Justine Russo of Russo Photography.