Monday, November 6, 2017

Me and Dude Three

Dear Sillies, 
   Today (Nov 6th) is the last day of my ebook giveaway here. Feel free to download, since it's free.
   Onto other matters, besides my trip to Greece, friends, I kept another secret from you.
   It's a dude story. Remember when I wrote a Memo to the Men I'm Not Dating? [September 12th post.]
  My story starts by giving you the back story to my summary story of Dude 3 below:
Dude 3, DO NOT have a cute, endearing smile and tell her how much you want to see her, after telling her you’re not ready for a relationship, and after dissing her to go sell baseball cards on EBay. Don’t take for granted that she’ll wait for you to man up, or that she wants to hang out in the friend-zone. Go for a grand slam, if you earn her trust back first, or don’t play at all. Don’t do it, dude.
    
   Three and I met on a group camping trip, July 4th weekend. An innocent crush simmered, while we watched fireworks sprinkle the night skies over Lake Almanor. I slept happily after a sweet, brief kiss. Alas, I couldn't find Three the next morning. He'd darted in fear, I figured. I know the routine--the unmanly chicken dance. But I arrived home to a message: "I had to leave early, stuff to do...I've gotta go sell baseball cards on EBay." I was more amused than hurt.       

   Months, and Dudes 1, 2, and 4 later, I happened to see Three at a concert in the city plaza. "Come over here," he said, with outstretched arms. Three hugged me, imparting a "Hi sweetie." (Damn him.) It was nice and a bit awkward. Given I'd been dissed for baseball card negotiations, I went back to my original spot on the dance floor, and proceeded to have a fun night alone.
   At home, this message awaited: "It was great seeing you. Sorry I left early the weekend we met. I want to explain, I wasn't ready to let you into my life because of someone else on my mind. I hope you understand. I enjoyed spending time with you quite a bit."
   While very much endeared by his honesty, I thought: Dude, man up or not!
   "We're all scared," I told him. "Thank you for being honest. It's a refreshing change. I didn't think it was personal, but it's nice to hear. I really appreciate it."
   "No, never personal. I was just being chicken sh*t."

to be continued.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Another group of Greek souvenirs for my bloggy friends:
For Bryan, in celebration of your birthday week! Greek beer, and lots of it!


For Pat Tillet, who's always showing us hidden treasures. This is Akrotiri, where a Greek (or Minoan or "Pre-Greek") civilization flourished until volcanic destruction in approximately 1700 BC. There are layers of cities underneath it too. Most everything found was intact, as is. Incredible, right?









                                         Geo, this gem is for you, our poetic bloggy gem.
Near the entrance of Atlantis Books in Oia, on the isle of Santorini.

Be well, my dears.
Have a good November, and a good, safe week.
Love to you.

44 comments:

  1. t.b.c - well, this story looks like it has a chance to not end in chicken shit?! We'll see about Dude 3. Fingers crossed.
    Love your Greek souvenirs for blog friends - very nice.
    Happy November to you

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  2. Geez, maybe dude 3 has a half a chance with you. Just don't give him the "secret knock" just yet. He's using the old tactic of "don't be too available and leave them wanting more". Try not to appear too eager and just use your best nonchalant attitude. Besides, if anything happens it just heightens the experience for both of you.
    Don't take this too seriously, either. Consider the source. :)

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    1. Thanks, Jono, and -yeah- two can play "Don't be too available." But this woman isn't going to man up. Once a guy does, I might turn into jelly. Especially if he has a cute, endearing smile. Damn him. (For example.) =)

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  3. Chicken shit is fine on the garden. And nowhere else.

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    1. Haha. You always have the perfect comments, EC. Thank you. Agree.

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  4. I wonder if Greek beer and the shower still works.

    After being dissed for baseball cards, Dude 3 better ditch the chicken shit and get to it. Unless he sold the cards for a million dollars or something, then anyone can be dissed for that.

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    1. Yeah, if they were MVP cards or something. Still, it's not an ego booster.

      I didn't try Greek beer in the shower or at all, so I'm not sure. We'll have to get a report from Bryan.

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  5. Please don't keep us hanging too long re the Saga of Dude Three!

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    1. Glad you're enticed, Debra. Will try for weekly updates.

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  6. When it comes to women, most of us are chicken shit.
    To be continued means less chicken and shit?

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    1. I know, Alex. I've simply been wanting to find a man with more testosterone than I have.
      We shall see about the TBC. Smiles.

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  7. Does baseball man strike out, or does he hit a grand slam? Hopefully this doesn't end with hitting a bunch of balls. I think I've run out of baseball metaphors. Oh wait, I know how this story goes, but my lips are zipped.

    The real question... did you try the beer? How was it?

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    1. There aren't balls involved. I mean, not the hitting of balls. Yikes. I better shut up before I profess too much.

      I'm sorry I can't tell you, Bryan. You'll have to let us know. Actually, I didn't see anyone in Greece drinking it (not a great sign). It's much more of a wine and Ouzo drinking country.

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    2. Funnily enough, I Googled it and it has a 3% rating on Ratebeer.com. As in only 3% of people who tried it liked it. In comparison, even Bud Light has a 16% there.

      I'm guessing you didn't miss much. Also, I'm guessing Greeks are better at making Ouzo and wine than they are at brewing beer.

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  8. So, he kissed you and then couldn’t face you. You meet up again and he says it was so nice to see you but he had baseball cards to sell. The next time he says he was confused and had to sort things out because he was with someone else at the time. Should I say what is really on my mind about this chickenshit? You don’t need a chickenshit but a man who can’t wait to be by your side the next morning. He can’t wait to see you and calls you and gives you all the attention you deserve and any other woman from his past is in the past.

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    1. I love your support and spunk. I really should consult with you whenever a man looks my way, or when a guy ignores me to go sell baseball cards on EBay. He wasn't with someone at the time, Birgit. He had an ex on his mind. (Yeah, lame excuse.) Thank you for speaking your wise mind.

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  9. I'm curious about Dude #3 but I have my doubts....

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    1. You've read too many of my blog posts, huh? Smiles.

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  10. Dear, beautiful Robyn, thank you for thinking of me. I delight in the Longfellow quote. The stylized calligraphy left me puzzled at the 7th word. Is it "Nooks" or "Kooks"? I decided both were accurate as I am a kook who seeks nooks of fun and enlightenment --else I might have missed you. Love, Geo.

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    1. Ha. Yeah, I read it as "nooks" which is funny, because I'm a "kook." Then again, Geo, it might be "books," "cooks," or "hooks."

      PS You're most welcome, dear Geo.

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  11. He sounds just a little over-sensitive.

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    1. Giggles. Oy, just a little, huh?
      Thank you, Diane.
      I need to start writing this stuff in real time, so I can benefit more fully from my wise blog friends.

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  12. You tease!! You know I hate cliff hangers.

    Love the Longfellow quote.

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    1. Yeah, I've been called that before. It's not intentional. Wait, of course it is.

      Thank you for paying a visit, dearie.

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  13. I can actually kinda relate to this now. Well, except for the baseball card thing.

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    1. It's that unmanly chicken dance, isn't it, Al?

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  14. Baseball cards? Really? Go fuck yourself, Dude 3. That's what you'll be doing for the rest of your life.

    Love,
    Janie

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    1. Buwahaha! You're so funny. Thank you.
      Love you.

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  15. Oh, the suspense! Don't take too long to share more :)

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    1. I'll be back with more, Martha. And more Grecian tributes, more of all the weirdness that keeps things going around here.
      Thank you.

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  16. I can't wait for the next installation of this story!!!!!!

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  17. Cool souvenirs! I hope you had a great time on your trip. I'm looking forward to hearing the rest of the story on Dude 3.

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    1. I had a fantastic time in Greece.
      Thank you, Connie.
      More stories await.
      Be well.

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  18. Hmm, maybe number three is a hidden gem like those treasures up above? I'm looking forward to finding out!! Much love to you my friend!


    Elsie

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  20. Oh this is not going to end well is it..haha. Well, more's the pity that something more deserving isnt coming your way.
    Love the Greek shots too. Mythos is quite a good beer!

    xo

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  21. Ha! Look at you, still going strong. Hope all is well - your writing certainly is!

    Yiu have reinvented the 'unmanly chicken dance' for me. I thought that's what old guys do at weddings when they're drunk...

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  22. It's so rare for men to admit they are chicken sh*t. Hope he soon finds his courage and you can see where it goes. Wish you the best in everything.

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  23. I'm back from the future. That means I'm catching up by reading the newest posts first. I used to collect baseball cards, and never mind!

    Isn't "kiss and Run" a felony in some places? If not, it should be!

    Thank you of thinking of me when you posted this. That stuff is so much older that what I find. Heck, those folks had a civilization while the people here were still hunter-gatherers.

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