“No relationship is perfect, ever. There are always some ways you have to bend, to compromise, to give something up in order to gain something greater…The love we have for each other is bigger than these small differences. And that’s the key. It’s like a big pie chart, and the love in a relationship has to be the biggest piece. Love can make up for a lot.”— Sarah Dessen
Also, Sex and the City has been done. You are not a “Maneater”. You’re a sad, pathetic, little girl who (somehow) finds BOYS to like her and then bitches about it on the internet to get attention. And still, no one cares! No wonder you can’t make any of them last. Are you sure it wasn’t your parents who didn’t give you enough love? This blog is one giant walking Daddy issue.
Oh my parents love me sweetheart. Actually, I'm usually one of the least hateful people in the world. But when it comes to dealing with stupid bitches like you, well, I just can't. Keep trying to make yourself feel better. I'm sorry you can't handle the truth. (Also, for the record, I am in a loving, COMMITTED relationship. Getting sex isn't a problem for me. ;) You're the one whose sanity is in question here. Feel free to check out our blog. I’m sure you’ll love it. :)
This is hysterical. All this anger/rage over a hashtag.
ok. I've held off on saying this for a long time, but now it's getting fucking ridiculous. Could you please stop tagging your stupid dating shit onto the Nashville tag? Seriously. No one cares. When I go to that tag I want to see things that actually have to do with the city of Nashville, not lame ass stories about whichever guy you're dating or screwing this week.
Does it give you more courage to ask this anonymously?
Notice how I haven’t talked about him lately? That’s because I told him I needed space and basically I was going to let him down easy, but no he can’t leave me alone.
He texted me at 4 am begging me to keep seeing him. He told me to do him the courtesy of calling him and having one last conversation. Can you believe this shit?
I’m not doing him any courtesy! We went on two fucking dates. Fuck!
He has to be the clingiest man I’ve ever met. During my much needed “space,” he kept texting, calling and fb messaging me. I told him I wanted to be left alone to think and dammit if he didn’t keep on.
Did I mention we had two fucking dates? TWO!
So I just texted him and told him all this. He said I never said for him not to message me. He’s obviously delirious.
Noah and I’ve been texting quite a bit since I last saw him. He called me hunnie and hun and it was adorable. He said he’s not as shy as he was so maybe that will mean we will finally kiss Thursday. I really hope so!
He’s killing me, guys. If he doesn’t do it Thursday, I might actually do it. I can’t take it anymore. I’m sure gonna try my hardest not to, but damn this is ridiculous.
I can’t take it anymore.
Noah and I have to kiss.
It has to happen. Thursday.
So prepare for me to blog about it because it’s going to happen.
Another thing that’s killing me: Not officially dating Noah. Since Noah told me he liked me, I haven’t went on dates with anyone else. (I’m sure you’ve all noticed.)
I’m all about Noah.
Maybe after he kisses me, it’ll be official. You know what I’m going to look at my calendar right now and see how long it’s been since we started talking/going on dates…
It was our seventh date. Noah came over to watch the last F&F movie. We talked about America. We talked about Vietnam. He asked me if I wanted to go with him the next time he visits Vietnam. I said we would see. He said it might not be for a year or two, but I was happy he asked me. It sounds like he’s thinking of me in the future tense so that’s good.
Not much happened through the movie. He brushed my hand. I touched his arm several times and he touched my hand several times.
After F&F, we watched Wanted and by this time I was super tired. It was nearing 2 am and I needed to sleep. We did the whole awkward stand by the door thing for another two hours and we hugged twice. The last time we hugged he kissed me on the cheek. I was actually really surprised by it.
He told me everytime he spends time with me he likes me more. Then, he smiled. It was cute.
I couldn’t believe he actually kissed me on the cheek. I was majorly surprised.
After he left, I laid down and he started texting me when he got home.
He started off by saying he hoped he didn’t make me feel uncomfortable by the cheek kiss. I told him he didn’t. Then, he said he was sorry for keeping me awake so late. (It was 4 am by the time he left.)
He said he really wanted to kiss me, but he was too shy. He said that’s why he stayed so late. I told him not to worry.
Then, he said he really likes me a lot and he’s not very good at this dating thing. He said he would get better and for me not to have any nightmares.
It was adorable.
It made me feel a lot better about the whole not kissing thing. I was getting super frustrated by it. I mean imagine having seven dates with someone with no real contact. It’s been almost over a month, guys!
That’s a long time!
As for now, our next date is Thursday. Maybe that will be the big day. Haha.
Okay so Noah came over. We watched the 4th F&F movie, laughed and talked. It was great. He didn’t hold my hand through the movie or even try. I was pretty disappointed. I was actually thinking how frustrated all of this is making me.
After the movie, we talked a lot about American culture. I told him some cool slang phrases we say and explained them. We laughed. It was cute. Then, I asked him about Vietnam and he played some Vietnamese music for me. It was so cute. He played all this romantic music and eventhough I couldn’t tell what they were singing I could tell it was romantic. It was adorable.
Then, he played some Enrique Iglesias music he likes and he sang along. So adorable.
We did this for close to two hours. He asked me questions about American culture and I asked him stuff about Vietnam.
All of a sudden while we’re both quiet listening to the music, Noah gently takes my hand and says,”I really like you. I’m not sure how you feel, but I really like you.”
It’s funny because right before this happened I was contemplating what I was going to do because I was getting frustrated over all this kiss stuff.
I smiled and I could actually feel my face getting hot from embarrassment/shyness.
Then, he abruptly gets up and says he’s sorry because he’s embarrassed. After talking with him about this, he thought I didn’t feel the same way because I didn’t say too much about it. I told him I was just shocked because I didn’t know that’s how he felt. I told him I did feel the same and he said he felt better.
I do feel that way about him; I just keep wondering why he won’t fucking kiss me. I mean I get he’s nervous, but damn.
I told him not to worry about being embarrassed because I’ve been embarrassed around him too and he of course asked why. I explained how I first hugged him and how I was afraid I offended him. He laughed and said he definitely wasn’t offended, but he said he could see why I thought that since in Asian culture hugs aren’t really common.
We then talked about his ex gf and why they broke up. He said they had nothing in common. She wanted to live in the country, loved country music, etc. The girl was really country.
Noah’s a city guy and we have tons in common and basically I’m the opposite of his ex. He even told me I was and that made me happy. I’m not country at all.
At the end of the night, Noah and I hugged three times, but no kiss. I was sad.
I was glad he told me he really liked me, but I was a little sad about it.
Noah came over last night to watch some movies. We watched the first three Fast & Furious movies. He’s really into cars and he hadn’t seen these and neither had I so I was up for it.
Just a recap for you guys: Noah is 21; drives a new Corvette and is full Vietnamese. I met him through a good college friend. We went to the same school, but didn’t know each other.
Okay, so the whole date I’m nervous as hell. This is our fourth date and he still hadn’t kissed me yet. During the movie, I notice that he scoots closer to me so I think maybe he’ll hold my hand. Nope. Nothing. His hand brushed mine and I felt like I was electrocuted. Haha. I was freaking out.
I know you may be thinking, “Well, maybe he doesn’t like you like that?” Well, he says I’m gorgeous and calls when we spend time together dates. He also asked me if I was going to ask him to my friend’s wedding.
Noah is really shy, but he does flirt with me and compliment me. I just think he’s afraid of offending me, which leads me to what he said last night.
During the second F&F movie, there’s a part where the bad guy slaps Eva on the ass and I immediately said, “Well, that’s polite haha.” Noah then starts to say something and doesn’t. So I ask him what he meant and he won’t tell me because he said he’s afraid of offending me. I told him I’m really hard to offend and not to worry. He then smiles.
So from 7pm-2am I’m thinking, “OMG, KISS ME, HOLD MY HAND, DO SOMETHING!!!” I try to make a lot of eye contact thinking maybe that will help. I smile. I laugh. We laugh. We periodically pause the movie and he asks me questions about the movie because he’s a little confused and I tell him he can ask me whatever whenever and he smiles. Noah’s English is great, but sometimes he can’t always make out certain things in movies like slang sayings and references.
He never holds my hand.
After the third movie, it’s close to 1:30 am. He says he needs to go because he has to work in the morning. When he gets ready to leave, we do the same thing we always do: talk by the door/car before he leaves for like an hour. It’s cute, but a little awkward at this point. So we’re talking about horror movies and he brings up this game he used to play when he lived in Vietnam. He describes it and describes it and goes on and on and I’m standing there catching a few sentences here and there, but I’m thinking, “KISS ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
I act like I’m listening and do the occasional nod and smile thing. He leans in and I think, “OMG THIS IS IT!” and I’m not sure what he’s doing so I go in for a hug. Sad, right? It looked like he was trying to kiss me and I just froze and went for a hug. Dammit. I’m thinking, “FUCK!” and I’m hoping he doesn’t think I was trying to brush him off or something because I definitely wasn’t.
So we continue talking and then he initiates a hug and we’re hugging again. I’m thinking, “Well, at least we’ve increased the amount of hugs!” HAHAHAHAHA That has to be good, right?
He then asks me when I’m free again and we settle on tomorrow night!
Then, after like 5 more minutes he leaves.
One thing I will say is that I’ve noticed when he’s leaving I don’t make a lot of eye contact. I have to start making more eye contact! I get really nervous and shy and I freak.
It’s just a mess, y’all. Haha. If he would initiate a kiss on the couch, it would be much more comfortable.