As I mentioned before in my previous post on here, I was looking for a way to meet CBFI again. I used the opportunity of going to Indy to schedule going to a GA meeting. Miss Monique did the driving and it happened to be somewhere that she knew.
The meeting started at 5pm and we arrived at 4:45. We were the first ones there, along with a newcomer to GA who looked like he was ready to bolt. Until I found the light switch that is.
As we were sitting there, GA members started filtering in. CBFI came in and we started chatting a bit. My stomach dropped to my knees. I swear it did. Little butterflies were killing my stomach throughout the whole meeting and it took all of my will power not to just stare at him throughout the whole meeting. But I digress.
The other hottie whom I met in Lexington came in. I guess he asked CBFI who I was and when he found out, he ummm. Well he got a little excited and ran over to give me a hug. This floored before because The Other Hottie had pretty much ignored me in Lexington. So I was a little shocked and awed by his reaction.
The third person I met in Lexington came in and kind of freaked me out because he remembered exactly where I sat in a workshop that their group had put on. I wanted to run. But I didn’t. I was there for a purpose.
After the meeting was over, I asked CBFI if they had a meeting and phone list that I could take with me. He said they did not, so I offered my email address so he could email it to me. As I wrote my email address down, I gave him my REAL email (I have a separate one that I use for GA and job hunting purposes) AND my cell phone number. We’ll see if he remembers to email me that list or if he calls me.
They gave me some fliers to bring back down here for a 5 year pinning and a fund raiser for our trustees. It’s dated March 15th, so I just might be making a solo trip up there in a few weeks. We’ll see how I’m feeling when it gets closer.
So that’s my update on my encounter with CBFI, I’m sure I’m forgetting to mention something that happened. If I remember, I’ll let ya all know.
Until next time…
As everyone knows, we (the bitches) are congregating in Miss Monique’s city this weekend. As everyone ALSO knows, there is a CBFI whom I met in Lexington at the GA convention.
I’ve been trying to figure out a way to meet this guy again and maybe exchange phone numbers, emails, etc. I liked him. Obviously.
Today, I called the hotline up there to find out what meetings are where this weekend. There is a 5pm Sunday night meeting. It ends at 6:30pm. Anyway, back to the point. I called their hotline number for information and they listed a guy named Mike on there if you had any other questions. Well I met a Mike in Lexington so I wanted to 1) find out exactly where this meeting is 2) if it’s an open or closed meeting and 3) if this was the Mike I met (cause he’s hot too).
As we were chatting and he was going over the meeting information with me, I asked him if he was the Mike I met in Lexington. He said that he was not. I then told him that I met a Mike, CBFI (his real name is only known to mah bitches) and a Chuck. Well this Mike informed me that all three of those people I listed go to the Sunday evening meeting.
Here is my chance, my friends. My chance to meet CBFI on comfortable ground (comfortable for both of us). Now the question remains, do I take this chance or do I leave it to fate?
Oh, and this Mike that I talked to today was REALLY cool and REALLY gay, so he and I will get along fantastically. However, he won’t be in Indy this weekend, he’s going to Miami. Bitch.
I started banging the Boytoy in January 2005. I wasn’t quite yet divorced, he was five years younger and it seemed like a good idea when I was drunk. Well, the one-night stand lasted on and off for two years. We fought, we broke up, he’d worm his way back into my life. Repeat ad nauseum.
Finally, enough was enough, and I realized that I was always going to be good enough to fuck but not good enough to love. I broke things off with him, cold turkey. It fucking sucked but I made it.
I hadn’t seen him for more than a year.
Until tonight.
He was at the same bar as my date and I; from Boytoy’s seat he had a perfect view of me laughing, talking and flirting.
Maybe it was just me, but Boytoy didn’t look too happy.
I never thought he was malicious, just clueless. But tonight, victory was mine, ’cause that’s what a real date looks like, you motherfucker. Not a phone call at 2 a.m. Not a txt message on your way home from the bar.
Asshole.
In my attempt to not wait for the FWB to make up his mind, I joined Match.
(Side note : Some people have no common courtesy. If you’re not interested, fucking tell me. Don’t just look at my profile and ignore my e-mail.)
A guy from Louisville e-mailed me, so we spent about an hour or so last night IMing. We continued that conversation this morning. It was just your normal “get to know you” conversation.
Then he wanted to have sex. Today.
I said no and he got pissed.
Fuck off and die asshole.
Saw this in my local grocery store tonight - it is the official drink of the Klassy bitches. Get thee to a store and buy a bottle pronto.
That is awl.
OMG!! Jane Fonda just said the word ‘cunt’ during a live interview on The Today Show. Meredith Viera looked like she wanted to die right there on the spot. I’m hunting for a video clip of it - as soon as I find it, you know I will post it.
UPDATE! I FOUND THE CLIP! Yay for Perez Hilton!
A few days ago, I mentioned the Cute Boy From Indy (CBFI). I have more information on him. He’s 38 years old, divorced and not dating anyone currently. He’s been in the program almost 2 years and has already been the chair person of their host committee for the Indy mini convention last year.
He was married for 14 years, but it’s unknown how long he’s been divorced or if he has any children. I have a cohort in the program trying to get me his phone number and/or email address so I can contact him directly (which I will do, because I’m totally forward like that.)
I am also thinking about going to a meeting up there in two weeks while I’m hanging with mah bitches for a OneRepublic concert. We shall see how this plays out and once again, I will keep you posted.
And that my friends, is your Klassy update from Miss Sodapop. kthxbai
peee essss I forgot to mention he’s in Las Vegas right now. Going to a meeting that I used to go to all the time there. My sponsor knows about him, I told her to watch out for him. Here’s to hoping she doesn’t try to embarrass me or something and then the guys thinks I’m stalking him or something. Which I totally am, but he doesn’t need to fucking know that yet. Ya know?
That’s one of Miss Sodapop’s favorite things to say to me in regards to the FWB. To tell you the truth, I don’t know what the hell is going on or what’s going to happen. I do know this: I’m fucking tired of being in a holding pattern.
He’s one of my best friends, but he’s fucking stupid (well, I guess that’s a given since he’s a boy). When Soda and I went to see Phantom of the Opera, he went with his ex-wife. He says he’s in a difficult position because he cares for me, but wants to do what’s best for his kids and says that includes his ex in some way. How, he’s not sure. I know he has his kids to consider, so I don’t want to appear to be totally selfish… but when the fuck is it going to be about me?? Seriously.
The time has come for me to do what I need to do. I’m not going to change the way things are between he and I, but you know what? I’m not going to sit here and watch my life pass by as he tries to make up his fucking mind. If something (or someone) else comes along in the meantime, then it’s his fucking loss.
As most everyone knows, I am in a 12 step program for recovery. I am a compulsive gambler, in recovery.
I recently went to a one day convention over in Lexington for said 12 step program of recovery. It was a wonderful day for fellowship and meeting people in the program from all over. We had people from Michigan, California, Arizona, Florida and Indiana.
I paid special attention to two of the guys from Indiana. Both are from Indy, which is good cause one of mah Klassy bitches lives there. One was a little cocky in attitude, but his body was kicking. The other one, whom I shall name Cute Boy from Indy, has dark hair, wore glasses and was just cute as a fucking button.
I am now on a mission to find out more information about CBFI, so that Miss Monique can do some recon work for me. I am going to a 10 year pinning tonight, so I’m going to be asking someone I KNOW will know about CBFI.
How sad that I’m using my 12 step program for dating/eye candy purposes.