More Aggressive?

At about 8:30 of this video, Debbie explains that you need to be more aggressive. That women need to be aggressive when looking for men to date. And in relationships. Um, that's not me. And I just don't know what to say...

You see, I'm more of an "Old Fashioned" gal when it comes to dating. I have a feeling, I'm light years behind. In so many ways. For example, my classmates in high school voted me "Most Likely to be Married First." Yes, you read that right. And now, I'm one of the only single people left from my class. How funny is that??? But honestly, before now, I just wasn't ready for all of that.

Anyways, do guys really want an aggressive girl? Would they rather a woman go up to them and ask them out? Or do they feel weird about that? You see, where I live, and where I'm from, it's all about Macho men. Hispanic men...who want to wear the pants. So to speak. So what would happen?

I guess I'm just confused. Maybe I should be more aggressive. Talk to a few of those men who I'm interested in. Ask them out to dinner. Heck, I'd even pay for the date. I'm cool with that. My question is...would guys be OK with that? I'm just not sure...

So what do you think about Debbie's advice? Would you take it? To the single ladies...do you ever make the first move? Or do you feel like you need to be a little "Old Fashion" and let the guy make the moves. I'm just wondering... ♥Besitos

Contigo

What a beautiful song! I heard it on the radio this morning. And it just made me smile. Seems very fitting for today. Since I'm hosting a Lingerie Party for a good friend. She is getting married in just about a month.

It kind of makes me wonder about my own future. And if I will ever find someone to share my life with. It's weird. I never thought about this, until the last few months. It's like now, I'm ready in my life. Ready for the next adventure. But I'm a patient person. And when God decides that I'm really ready, well, I'll be here. :)

Hopefully, one day, I'll have an amazing hombrecito to share this song with. And my life with. Until then, I'm going to enjoy the milestones in my friends' lives. Happy Saturday! ♥Besitos

Tantita Pena

Funny how I seen him today. And all I could think about was his lips. And 1:45 of this video. Doesn't help that he has grown out his hair, is a musician, and has a voice to die for! I wanted to talk to him. But oh ya, I got soaked by the kind firemen of "The City Different."

Oh ya, and that fireman, why do I always see him when I come here? It's just strange. Yes, he asked me out when I was younger. But I was 16 and he was 21. A little illegal in our state. I could have imagined what my Dad would have done.

But back to the man...he looked amazing. I wanted to talk to him. Then the light bulb went off in my head. Um, hello! He plays the guitar. I'm sure he would enjoy this gig. And the money. Too bad my white shirt was drenched. And you could see through it! My bra was clearly visible. And I was running to my car. He would be perfect for this gig. Then maybe just maybe, I'd finally get to talk to him...

But it didn't happen. When I got to my car, Zo called me. And I told him about the entire situation. He told me that I should have just went to talk to him. Maybe he would have just taken the job. hahaha Zo is a funny one! If it had been Zo, he would have taken the job. :P

But seriously, I know at one time I had a phone number for him. Other than that one, to the apartment, where he no longer lives. Oh ya. I could make a quick call to an old teacher. I know he has the number. But then...what do I say?

Now I'm at my parent's house. Calling every musician I know. But he's on my mind. And this video. Why do I make life so complicated for myself? ♥Besitos

Eating Alone

I was recently asked this question..."Do you feel weird eating out alone?" I have to say no. But I've also lived on my own for 9 years. And growing up, my parents were not around much. They worked all the time. Yes, I've had roommates off and on. I also have a lot of amazing friends. But I still go out to eat alone sometimes.

I never feel weird or uncomfortable. But I will say this, other people tend to feel weird about it. I don't know why. But they do. It's like sitting there, it makes them uncomfortable. Why? I have no clue.

I do have my limits though. I won't go to a big restaurant alone. A place like Red Lobster or PF Changs. Or to events like the Participant Dinner At the LC Mariachi Conference. That's just too weird for me.

Sometimes I find it weirder to go with people too. Like when I was tricked into Winter Ball as a senior in high school. I was supposed to go with a group of friends. Then I found myself with a date. That was just weird. Or when we do these big dinners for the hospital. Suddenly I find that one of the single doctors has become my date. It's just weird.

So I have a question. If you are single, do you ever go out alone? And I'm not talking shopping or movies. That's easy to do alone. But going out to eat. Or to big events. Why do people always feel the need to have someone with them at big events, fiestas, dances, weddings, dinner, etc. I just find that some days, I want to be alone. Like I crave it. I have a feeling it's because I'm always around people. But sometimes, it's just nice to go out to dinner by yourself. ♥Besitos

Opportunity Missed

You can tell me I'm crazy. I'm probably going to agree with you anyway. This morning, I was exhausted. And I really didn't want to get out of bed. Or in this case, off the couch. I'm here at my parents' house visiting. And they insist on getting up early. And going out to eat. I'm not a big fan of the VI. So they tempted me with Barela's.

I got up. Went to take a shower. And didn't really care what I wore. Frankly, I just pulled whatever out of my bag. I rain a comb through my wet hair and piled it on top of my head with a clip. No makeup. Let's just say, I'm not a morning person. And this morning, I was not expecting to see a soul that I knew...

And off we went. We dropped my Dad off in the front. My Mom and I parked the car. Once inside, we talked to a cousin of mine and some friends. And sat down. We ordered our breakfast, and began planning our day.

It was a relatively uneventful meal. We joked with some people that sat next to us. We watched people. And I was playing with a little girl sitting at the next table over. Then I saw him...

Yes, the man that I thought walked on water. I met him when I was a freshman in college. Everything about him, was wonderful. His voice, his playing abilities, his looks...everything! But I was/am shy. And I could barely mutter hi to him then. He always made me nervous. I could barely tune my violin in front of him. Let's not even talk about when he would start to sing Volver. But there he was. In the flesh. I haven't seen him in 5 years?

He walked right behind my parents as he left. In fact, he stood there for a minute or 2. He got stuck behind a waitress, that was delivering food to the next table. I swear, my heart was in my throat. I wanted to be nice. You know. And say hi. But how could I? Oh, and my parents were there. They'd want this whole long story. And I can barely talk to this man. So I tried to be invisible. Which I guess worked. Because he didn't see me.

So I let it go. I didn't say a thing. My entire upper body was red. My parents had no clue. They were talking to our cousin. And I felt stupid for blushing. And for not talking to this man.

He hasn't changed much. He grew his hair out. The last time I had seen him, he had shaved it all off. But he still had that wonderful smile...and that contagious laugh. One day, I hope I can at least talk to him. Without getting tongue tied and all flustered. What is wrong with me? I'm not always like this... ♥Besitos