k.unwrapped

I hate getting out of bed in the morning…especially on cold days like this. I’m usually getting up just 20-30 minutes before I have to leave for work, rushing to shower, dress and get out of the house on time. It’s cliché but I’m truly not a morning person. Somehow I’ve managed to get my lazy ass out of bed at 5:40am to hit the gym for the past two days. This is my new daily routine because I’m just not motivated to fight with traffic to go to an overcrowded gym after work. I’ve been trying to maintain my 3-4x a week routine since I left school last year but can’t seem to keep the momentum going. Virtually having the road to myself, and not having to wait in line for equipment is a huge motivator! The downside is that I have to go to bed at 10…I haven’t done that since I was 13 and that’s because my mom made me.

I was invited to a wedding on Saturday (it was absolutely beautiful) by my ex college roommate Key. I was seated next to her uncle at the reception and he spent the whole evening marketing his 3 single sons to me. I’d met 2 of them previously and had no interest…but when I met number 3 wheeew. He was a groomsman and his cream tux complimented the hell out of his chocolate complexion…and his smile…and his cleanly shaved head…and well, you get the point. We chatted it up a bit before he asked for my number. I asked Key to give me the scoop on him because he’s her cousin and her family is very close. She told me that he has a stable job, his own place, and is “nice.” She also said, “he got in trouble a while back for some things he did as a teen but he’s doing well now.” I lived with her for 2 years, have known her for 3+ so I figured that all was good. He called me last night and I found that he’s 31, on probation (after a 4 yr bid!) and has no LEGAL job. I’m not quite sure where “nice” fits into this equation. I will be calling Key later to find out! *deletes number*

My friend Mimi had been bugging me to call this guy named Brock that I met at a get-together her sister had a couple of weeks ago. Brock was cool (too bad I had to kick his ass at the Spades table LOL) but I’m just not in the dating mindset right now I guess. Apparently he told her to give me his number… so I saved it in my phone. Nearly two weeks had gone by and I still hadn’t used it.

Why oh why did I call him? Firstly, when I asked for him he responded with a very NASTY “WHO is this?” My initial thought was that he must have female drama and is concerned that somebody might be playing on his phone. I tell him who I am and that the way he answered the phone was SUSPECT. I said it in a joking way but I was kind of serious. And like I suspected, he’s had “women” playing on his phone. Secondly, I asked him how he was doing and he said, “I’m good. I just had to call DHS on my son’s mom because she let her gay brother baby-sit him. She’s bipolar—but not officially diagnosed—and I want my son here with me. But don’t think that I have drama though!” I asked him if he thought we were having a normal conversation for people who just met b/c if that’s not drama then I don’t want know what he thinks drama is LOL. *deletes number*

If anybody out there thinks that they’re a match-maker…please stay the hell away from me. Thanks.