Glitter

The summer before my senior year of high school, my sister was playing in the 6-man All-Star basketball game. She got to meet the All-Star football guys and introduced me to a couple of them. One guy that I met was not playing in the game. His dad was coaching one of the teams. He, Glitter, was going into his junior year of high school. We ended up chatting on AIM (instant messenger) because believe it or not at that time texting was just coming into our lives. (I feel really old.) Before football got into full swing my senior year, Glitter wanted to take me on a date. This is a normal thing except that he lived at least 4 hours away from me. Since he lived so far away and because my family lived literally in the middle of nowhere, I was going to drive to the nearest town that was 45 minutes away to meet him for a 4:00 dinner. At the time, I thought that going on this date was a little weird. I didn’t know him that well and then I found out that his parents did not want him driving that far by himself since he just turned 16. On this date it was Glitter, Glitter’s mom, Glitter’s grandmother, and me. Glitter’s little sister wanted to come really really bad but Glitter finally put his foot down and told her she couldn’t come. Four people on one date is enough!

At the restaurant, his mom and I pretty much carry the conversation. Since Glitter’s dad is a football coach, we had a lot to talk about I guess. Before I leave Glitter gives me a Brighton necklace.

A few weeks later, my high school’s homecoming game is coming up. I only have 4 girls in my class so we are all nominated for homecoming queen. A week before the game the secretary calls me into the front office. When I walk in, I see a dozen pink roses with glitter sprayed on them. Yes, that is where the name Glitter comes from. He has sent me good luck roses. As nice as it was, I think that this is weird because we aren’t even “dating.” We went on one date. I really don’t like getting things from guys anyways and he has now given me two things. I really hope that I let him down gently but I had to tell him it just wasn’t going to work.

Just a little fun information, my school beat his school in 2000 (the year we won state!) The score was 48 to 0! : )

What are the odds?

Okay, I feel like I have to blog about this because this has been the weirdest 2 days of my life. I told you that my blog was keeping a few people that I work with entertained. Right after one of the girls read the No Shirt blog, I got a text from him. I do mean RIGHT after. She was asking me if all of that really happened and I heard my phone vibrate from the text. What are the odds?

When I got home that day, a guy that I have not and probably will not blog about instant messaged me on Facebook. He’s kind of a “ladies man” and we kind of liked each other two years ago but I ended that real fast. I haven’t talked to him probably in two years. He wants me to go to OKC to visit sometime. Don’t count on that happening.

Today, No Shirt instant messaged me telling me that I really should have gone to his game. Then he says, “You know, it’s okay for you to say hi to me every once in a while. RUDE!!!” I told him, “Okay, I’ll keep that in mind.” I love talking to guys that tell me that I’m rude. If he thinks that I’m so RUDE, why is he still talking to me? He reminds me of that pesky little insect. What is it? Oh yeah, a gnat!

While I was on Facebook, I checked my email. I got a message at 1 a.m. today from an old high school boyfriend. As soon as we graduated, we both went our separate ways and only contacted each other on birthdays. I have maybe seen him once since high school, 5 years ago. Usually my texting conversations were “happy birthday, hope you’re doing well.” His were usually “happy late birthday.” He thinks its cool to be a day late because I must be sitting on pins and needles waiting for him to text me happy birthday. In the email he pretty much says that he is checking in on me for his one time this year. I guess that means I don’t get a happy birthday on my next one. I email him back to see what he is up to and give him an update on me. It turns out that he has just moved to Lubbock also for Tech law school. Once again, what are the odds of this?

I’m a little confused at why all these guys from my past are contacting me this week. Do I have a sign on me or am I a magnet for this kind of stuff? I just don’t know. It’s weird. I’m scared of who else might come out of the wood works.

The Weird Get Weirder

Unfortunately I have not been on any dates lately. Considering my luck with guys, I don’t really know if that is a bad thing or not. It might be bad for my few followers that I entertain during inservice though. However, I have recently come across a couple of details that make Yellow Trucker and No Shirt a little more crazy.

First, I got a text message from No Shirt this afternoon. Yes, he still texts me even though I don’t answer and occasionally leaves me a message on Facebook. The text message today said that No Shirt was going to be scrimmaging at Jones Stadium (Texas Tech’s stadium) today at 6 o’clock. If I was going to be in Lubbock, I should come. Reading over Date #2 just now, I left the part out where he invited me to this game the second day that I knew him. You know, when he just HAD to see me before going back to Abilene. He originally told me that the game was over Labor Day weekend and that I better make plans to go.

Needless to say, I did not go to his scrimmage tonight. I went to our high school scrimmage instead. While I was there, I met a girl who just happens to have the same great name that I have. What is funny about this is that she is and has been dating Yellow Truck for three years now. I of course did not know Yellow Trucker had a girlfriend. How was I supposed to know when he was trying to “get his mack on” with me?

Like I said, not much going on in the dating world for me. I hope you enjoyed this little update. I’ll be sure to let you know if anything else weird happens with these two.

Yellow Trucker

Starting a new job is always fun. You never know who you are going to meet and which friends you have in common. For the past two days I have been in a pointless computer training orientation. Believe it or not, the instructor asked if we all knew how to copy and paste. We are working on MAC computers so some things are different from PCs but copy and paste is a pretty simple concept. Before the copy and paste lesson, we were introduced to chatting online. You know, AIM or Bonjour (our district’s chatting that correlates with AIM).  So somehow, I remembered my screen name from AIM and the password. I only got this account when I was in the 6^th or 7^th grade. I was pretty impressed that I still knew it. I logged on with everyone else in the training. Our instructor told us to IM someone to try it out. At this time, I got a message from a guy across the room. He asked me if I understood how to chat. I told him “yeah, I learned it in the 6^th grade. I think I have it down.” Yellow Truck proceeded to make small talk with me asking about my job.

 

The instructor continued on after a few IM conversations and a phone call in the middle of our training. Yellow Truck and I made fun of her because I thought that she was being very unprofessional. I still can’t believe I had to go through this training. He continued to make small talk and asked me if I wanted a school t-shirt. Yellow Truck is a football coach by the way.  Of course I want a t-shirt! Have you seen the way I dress? If I can wear flip-flops and a school t-shirt with jeans on Friday, I’m going to. Yellow Truck said he would look for one after football practice that night. I was excited. A free t-shirt is a free t-shirt.

 

On the second day of the pointless training, I got there at 8:20 a.m. because I like to be early or at the very least, on time. The training wasn’t supposed to start until 8:30 a.m. but after at least 30 minutes of our instructor ichatting and talking on the phone AGAIN, she finally starts sometime after 9:00 a.m. Everyone is looking around and sending IMs asking why she is starting late and making a mental list of everything they could be doing right now, like SLEEPING.  It’s getting close to the end of summer. The sleeping in days are getting few.

 

Yellow Truck IMs me again. I asked him if it is his first year teaching and we talked about how much we have to do to get our classrooms ready for the school year. Very romantic if you ask me. He keeps telling me that if I need help in my classroom, he would be happy to help even though he has no idea where my school building is and he’s a first year teacher that doesn’t have his room ready yet. He hinted around about me helping him in his classroom too. I had to tell him that I have a lot to do and I’ll be pushing it to get all of my stuff ready before the first day.

 

We finally get to take a break from the wonderful training and I happened to see Yellow Truck in the hallway. He points out his classroom just incase I have time to help him later.

 

After the break, he sends me a picture of a cat with a fruit helmet. I’m thinking it was a lime that was cut out in the shape of a helmet. Weird. I guess he was using it as a conversation starter but my response was “weird, is that a cat?” 

 

I’m not really sure which day or what time during the training, it was really long and boring and pointless and I was sleepy and I didn’t get paid for this. Yellow Truck got his name because he told me that he was the cool guy that drives a bright yellow truck. He told me that if I wanted to, I could be cool too and he could give me a ride to the school sometime. Maybe go out to lunch or dinner after the evening practice was over? Yellow Truck said I would for sure get a t-shirt if I went out with him. I told you, I love a good t-shirt with flip-flops and jeans but I just don’t know if riding in cool yellow truck is worth it. I may just have to wait until my school orders some for football and buy one then.

 

I have not ridden in the cool yellow truck yet. I’m sure that if  I ever do, which is not likely, you will definitely read about it. Oh, I did survive the pointless computer training where I learned how to copy and paste and ichat! 

Date #2

About two weeks ago, I was at my sister’s house when she came in from the track and told me that I needed to go meet this guy at the weight room. (See, people trying to set me up with guys.)  She said he is 23 and plays football for a university in Abilene.  I told her that I was not going to do that. How obvious is that, really?  A few minutes later she wanted me to go with her to walk her new puppy. I decided to go because I had a workshop the next day and had no idea where I needed to go in the high school.  So, Paisley (the dog), my sister, and I set out down the block towards the high school. We get to the high school and I quickly found where my workshop would be the next day. My sister said that Paisley, whom I’m now carrying, needs a drink of water. Of course the water hose is by the weight room so we make our way over there. After Paisley stands in the water, not taking a drink, my sister goes to the door of the weight room and calls to “No Shirt.” (This name will be explained later.) He comes out of the weight room and starts to pet Paisley. I am holding her and “No Shirt" is in my personal space so I take a step back and he takes a step forward. He asked if we have Facebook and that is pretty much the end of the conversation. My sister, Paisley, and I leave and I told my sister that he must be the “touchy-feely” type because he was standing way too close for my comfort.

We get back to the house, eat supper, and I get on the computer. When I got on Facebook, “No Shirt" had already sent me a friend request so I accepted it. He immediately starts to chat with me, asking me what I’m doing tonight. I told him that it’s a small town (2A) and there is nothing to do here.  Little did I know, this small town has a drag. Yes, I said a DRAG! Apparently that’s where all the high school kids hang out so why wouldn’t two 23 year-olds want to drive down it a few times? He asked me to meet him at the tennis courts and said we would find something to do.  He has to take a shower before we meet because he lifted 3 hours ago. “No Shirt" sends me his number and conveniently gets off line so that he now gets my number when I text him to tell him I’m ready.  By the way, I got ready way before he did. He thinks he has it all figured out at this point.

We meet at the tennis courts and I get in his truck. “No Shirt” drives down the drag a few times and takes me around town to show me things like where he kept his show pigs when he was in Jr. High and High school.  Mean while, he is talking about himself and I don’t have a chance to talk.  He eventually drives through a field (not sure what was planted in this field) and parks the truck. We sat on the tailgate for a while and the mosquitoes attacked me. But have no fear “No Shirt" was here to rub his hand on my back and arm to try to keep them off of me. Too bad it grossed me out and didn’t work.  It’s getting late and I have a workshop in the morning so I asked him to take me back to my car. When I got back to my sister’s house, he was already texting me about doing something the next day.

On my lunch break of the workshop, "No Shirt" texted  me to see what I was doing for lunch and he invited me to his parent’s house to eat. I thought this was really weird so I asked him if he was sure. He was so excited about it and it was a free lunch so I went. When I get there, he opens the door without a shirt. (This is where the name “No Shirt” came from.) He just woke up (it’s 11:30am) and put jeans on, no SHIRT.  He made us sandwiches and we are eating, “No Shirt” still without a shirt, when his dad gets home. Now, his dad was not the friendliest person but I don’t blame him. Some girl that he doesn’t know is in his house eating his food and his son doesn’t have a shirt on.  Him and his dad are talking about a Soap Opera that they watch every day at lunch. I have no clue what they are talking about because I don’t watch Soap Operas. "No Shirt" gets the great idea of getting on the computer. I’m thinking “are you going to show me your Facebook friends or what?" It’s way better than that though.  We sit down and he asked me “are you on youtube?”  I said, “yeah, I’ve been on it some.” He said, “No, do you have a video on youtube?” SIDE NOTE: You know when you are talking to someone and a caution sign goes off in your head saying “GET AWAY FAST!” ? This was one of those moments. CONTINUING: I told him that I do not have a video on youtube. So he proceeds to show me all of his. I told you that he plays football for a university right? He had to show me when he took out two guys at one time on defense. Now, I live in TEXAS, we are huge football fans. I think I’ve seen this happen before. I don’t need to see it 15 times.  Then I get to see a commercial that he helped his friend make. “No Shirt“ was the buff weight lifter that screams at you to buy the product.  There is more, as if the youtube videos weren’t enough… I get to see a bunch of pictures then he starts playing different songs and sings to all of them.  Finally I tell him I have to go back to my workshop and he walks outside and hugs me like he’s known me forever. 

“No Shirt” sends me text messages throughout the next couple of hours of my workshop and wants to know when I get out so we can go swimming.  I go back to my sister’s house after my workshop and he tells me that he needs to go workout sometime today. So I get the great idea that he can go workout, I’ll take a nap, then we can go swimming.  I end up taking a 4 hour nap to avoid this guy. My phone is ringing and I’m getting text messages every 5 minutes but I ignore all of it and continue to sleep. I finally get up and check my messages to find out that he wanted me to go eat supper with his family.  Thank goodness, I’ve already missed that! Bummer, I've missed swimming too. He calls me again and to be nice, I answer the phone. His job called and he has to be at work in Abilene tomorrow morning.  (I breathed a sigh of relief at that.)  But, he HAS to see me before he leaves tonight. (Did I mention that he just met me YESTERDAY! And no, I'm not making this up. He told me that he really wanted to see me before he leaves.) "No Shirt" asked if he could stop by my sister’s house on his way out of town. He pulls up and I walk outside. I sit in his truck for maybe 10 minutes. He is actually wearing a shirt this time but it’s an Aggie shirt. Big turn off. He reaches over and grabs my hand. He makes some comment like “wow, your nails are real.”  I thought everyone had “real” nails.  I pull my hand back and told him that he better get on the road. It’s getting late. He texted on the way home and I got a call when he got home. 

A few days later I went home to my parent’s house. "No Shirt" texted me to see how his hometown was and I told him I didn’t know. I wasn’t there. He thought that I should drive to Abilene and hang out with him but unfortunately I already had plans with my friends.  This all happened about two weeks ago and I’m still getting the occasional text message and Facebook message from “No Shirt.” You would think that he could take a hint. But then again, he didn’t know any better about putting on a shirt when a girl comes over to eat.  So the lesson I’ve learned and I hope you have learned is “No shoes, no shirt, no second date.”