broken glasses and fake nails

What a beautifully dreary Wednesday it is. This day is perfect. Actually, I think everyday has been perfect since Aaron waltzed back into my life. In the last 3 weeks, I've talked to him on the phone more than I've talked to anyone in the last year. I don't think there's anything we haven't talked about. Our talks are kind an in depth interview as we test out how compatible we might be. In all our ramblings, we've touched on the topic of relationships many times and where people go wrong in them. We came up with 3 universal things that couples fight about but I'll save that for a different blog. I have a different theme in mind today.

I'm guessing a good majority of the females in my generation grew up watching Disney movies like I did. A lot of us probably had an obsession with princesses and fairy tales for a period of time. The picture of a "perfect relationship" was formed at a young, impressionable age and I know some girls that are still waiting for their unrealistic prince charming. The person I want to be with will be far from a prince.

I just want someone who can be real with me... who will still like me when I'm standing in the pouring down rain in front of his office at 9:30 at night, wearing wet, lazy day clothes and missing a fake nail. Someone who can laugh and say "fuck it" while showing me all the wine glasses he accidently broke doing dishes. Someone who giggles with me while trying to casually walk out of a nice restaurant when we are completely sauced from expensive wine. And when I say I don't want to go out because my face is sunburnt, he'll tell me my face could be green for all he cares. Hopefully I'm lucky enough to snag that man :)

hey cool, I can make this private.

I browsed through the options available and found some privacy settings. I'm glad I don't have to delete this blog since I've had it for awhile, but sorry about the annoying login page!

I dunno, I just want something flaming.

Last night was the 3rd date with Aaron and my head is still spinning. We went to the same place we did on our 1st date a few Saturday's ago. The staff there treat us like we've been long time diners there..."Oh it's always so nice to see you two!" That place is just all around great.

Getting your meal there is quite the production. Instead of just dropping your plate on the table, the waiter wheels out a little table and does a mini prep right in front of you. There are some entrees that come out flaming, and the waiter scoops fire onto your meal with a spoon, and lets it roll down the food. Last night, after having around a half an hour to decide (and not having decided anything besides the fact that he was feeling indecisive), the waiter comes to take our order and good ol' Aaron tells him, "I dunno, I just want something flaming." You had to be there in order to smile over that like I did, but it was funny. Aaron, I absolutely adore you.

will trade liver for dental insurance

I need to find a way to hustle up some dental insurance, pronto. Within the last week or so, the incoming wisdom teeth have begun their reign of terror over my mouth. I had always figured they just grew in right behind my last moler with some discomfort, but no. I have two huge bumps protruding from the roof of my mouth and working their way down into position. This sucks.

After 20 years, she HAS learned something

A few months ago I wrote about a military friend of mine that was home on leave, and about to head back to Afghanistan. Robert wasn't supposed to be home again until Christmas, but two days ago, his brother called and said he had a late birthday surprise for me. Turns out that Robert had about a week of leave that he stored up for a surprise visit. His family didn't even know he was coming. Ha, why did he have to pick finals week to come home? The timing was kind of bad, but tomorrow is my last final and then we'll be able to catch up for a few days before sending him off again. At least now he's done in Afghanistan, and we'll be shipping him back to Italy this time.

I was over at his parents house earlier catching up with the family I've known since grade school. It's weird, when I met them wayyy back in the day, I never thought that I was starting a long term friendship with the Torreys. It's cool to be close with people (outside of my own family) that I've known since childhood. I can't believe how fast time is passing. I'm wondering what happened to the first 8 months of the year, and we'll be wrapping this year up before I even have a chance to write another blog about it being over.

As far as my personal life is going right now, well, it's about as good as can be expected. I am absolutely singing from the rooftops over this Aaron guy, and I'm hoping that it evolves into something more than talking for hours every night. It has the potential to be something amazing... but, we'll see. I genuinely like this guy, and reading over my old entries (the public ones on here, and the personal ones I have elsewhere), I have finally noticed the pattern. My pattern. Seems like the guys I hung around were mostly out of convenience. David is Jackie's boyfriend's best friend, and when I was hanging out with Kip (wow that was already 5 months ago?!?), Jackie was dating Kip's friend. I find guys that would make a good friend, and try to cultivate it into something more. I need to stop doing that.

Maybe I finally have learned something. Maybe I finally realized what I want out of a relationship... not just any guy that I like to drink Coors Light and play Guitar Hero with, but someone I can talk to for hours every night.

Maybe I have finally grown up just a little bit. I like to think I've mellowed out quite a bit in the last 8 months. I don’t have the desire to go back to drinking four to five to six nights a week and eating copious amounts of pizza and Jack and the Box or Taco Bell at 3 a.m. Maybe I am ready for something real.

I’ve always been a dreamer. A hopeless romantic. And I am still a hardened cynic in many ways, but for some reason when it comes to dating I still have this really cheesy, idealistic side that keeps me from joining the convent or just plain swearing off men altogether. Maybe there's still hope for me (my mom is probably laughing as she reads this, "Jacee, you're still young!")because for the first time ever, I'm talking to this new love interest without forgetting about all the lessons I've learned and the mistakes I've made.

I'm liberating myself.

Myspace account is deleted again. Feels good.

*sigh*

she's got her head in the clouds again

I feel like a serial dater... Within weeks of that bonehead David screwing me over, I am already sorta kinda enamored over the guy I wrote about a few weekends ago. I don't necessarily think this "serial dating" is a bad thing though. Whenever I meet someone new and enjoy their company, I figure I might as well get to know him better before ruling him out for whatever reason I find us incompatible. Don't want to shut anything down before ever finding out if there's anything there.

Anyways, I gotta be honest, and I'm gonna throw this out there but don't think too much about it... This Aaron guy has really left an impression on me as of late. I've never been a huge fan of talking on the phone, but since that first dinner date, I've spent hours every night, laying in bed with a hot cell phone pressed against my ear, just chatting the night away with him. Talking about anything and everything. Talking about our day, about work, family, friends, sharing ridiculous ideas, crazy stories, future adventures, and sometimes throw lame jokes back and forth. But, he laughs at my lame jokes.. and I love that. I don't know what will come out of this, if anything at all, but for now, I'm so happy for this amazing budding friendship that I never knew was there.

Old enough... to party.

The party was so much fun! Thanks to everyone who came out :) There are a million pictures floating around, but these are my favorite ones of me and the ladies.

Officially NOT a teenager!

Finally! I'm finally freakin' 20! It's about time. Tonight will quite possibly be the biggest party we've ever had, and I am SO excited to see all my friends in one place. Our venue of choice happens to be Jackie's parents' property up in Stanwood so we can accommodate all our friends. This is Matt's birthday party also and we are doin' it right! Plenty of pictures to come over the weekend, but just a little preface to get you excited, there will be a bon fire, bbq, dirt bikes, volleyball, and a camp out on the property. Yay!

I don't think I'll be able to get the taste of immune fizz out of my mouth for days. No time to be sick right now! Seems like I get sick kind of often. Probably my own fault though. It was creepin' up on me for a few days, and completely invaded over the last two nights. Always tryin to get me while I'm asleep... I was defeated this morning and actually stayed home from school *GASP!* But there is good news: I am completely done moving, and finals are next week (which sucks for the short-term, but then I HAVE A WHOLE MONTH OFF). Exciting, I know.

Put this under "ways to get the girl"

A few days ago, I had an amazing blast from the past..

An old acquaintance, Aaron, called and said I should keep Saturday night reserved for him because he wanted to take me out for a "nice" dinner. To me, Olive Garden is a "nice" dinner, but I emailed him to find out where we were going so I could dress accordingly. He responded and said it's "kind of a nice place, so you should wear a dress." Kind of a nice place? My ass! That was the nicest place I've ever been to! He sent me the link so I could check out the restaurant's website and after seeing how nice of a place this was, I called my mom for an emergency session of nails, tanning, and shopping.

I was initially impressed that he was planning on driving all the way up from Renton to pick me up. This is kind of lame, but I don't think I've ever actually been picked up for a date. Obviously I've gone out to eat with previous boyfriends, but never had a legitimate date where the guy parks the car and walks to the door like they do in movies. That was exciting enough for me. I woulda been happy with Olive Garden.

We headed South, and after braving Seattle traffic, made it to the street the restaurant was on, but were opposite the side where the valet is. In another feat of impression, he flipped a U-turn in the middle of the crowded street, stopped the car, jumped out of his seat, ran around the car to open my door, tossed his keys at the valet guy, and in we went.

The restaurant was beautiful inside with dim lights and candles on all the tables. There was a live band but I didn't have time to absorb what they were playing because he directed me to the hidden downstairs area where "the music is better". The setting on the lower floor was the same atmosphere as upstairs, and the band playing there sounded very Frank Sinatra. I was loving it all.

We were there for about 3 hours, and in that time we emptied two bottles of veryyy expensive wine, and ate the most expensive crab cakes I've ever seen. Our dinner bill was more than I make in a week.

I am still beeming over last night... and we have a 2nd date next Saturday for my birthday :) My world is perfect right now.