I will return

after the new years. I know everyone is super busy this time of year and so am I. Between finals and family, I don't know how I am going to keep it all together. So until then Happy Holidays!

The Knockout

This past week was pretty good for me. I am doing well in my classes and *Scott gave me a TV so I can finally watch TV in my room. My parents and little sister left on vacation to the Bahamas too. Yes, I am extremely jealous. My weekend started Thursday night. After class I went to *Scotts place to spend the weekend. We ended up playing video games until 1 a.m. Friday I had to wake up early to go visit his cousin who is studying to become a dentist at NYU. So I spent all morning there getting checked and my teeth cleaned. I was nervous because I haven’t been to the dentist and years. He took real good care of me though. When I got back to *Scotts place I caught up on missed TV. Once again *Scott and I played video games until his roommate *Florida got us to have dinner. I was excited to get more information about his breakup with his girl friend. I will make a separate post for that. Saturday, what a day, oh Saturday. The guys prepared the apartment for the Pacquiao vs. Marquez fight. *Florida had asked me who I thought would win the fight. I said, “I think Marquez is going to win because he has been working hard for a year for this fight, he doesn’t want to be embarrassed and he said the only way he would win this fight was if he knocks him down. So I am going with him.” *Scott heard none of this. During the fight, I was drinking with everyone else in the party and all I said was “come on Marquez”. *Scott turned around and was like,” Are you joking? You must be joking right now.” I didn’t say anything. Next round, knock out. I couldn’t believe it. MY heart stopped. I thought he was dead. *Florida screamed out “You got your wish Christal.. he won! ” *Scott turned to me and cursed me out under his breath and went to his room. I couldn’t believe it. I gave him about 30 minutes to cool down and talked to him about why he was upset. He said that Pacquiao was the face of the Philippines and symbol of pride for Filipinos and that was taken away in that fight. I felt like the worst girlfriend ever after that. He still gave me a kiss good night though. I didn’t mention the fight the next day. We just played video games. 

Visitors and Karaoke

*Scott and I always look forward to our weekends with each other, however, this weekend his good friend *Tash came over since she had a lot of things to do in the city. We both were not to excited about it but you can't say no to a friend. Saturday morning we met her in a local korean shop to have breakfast. I honestly was dreading the day but we had a ball talking about all kinds of random things. We even forced him to let us watch Elf, my favorite holiday movie. I was worried that she was going to interrupt our sexy time, but we got lazy and played a video game called Borderlands. Pretty addictive I must say. Later that night we went our separate ways to party. It was my sister *Coco's birthday celebration at Pulse Karaoke in NYC. The place was nice. When *Scott and I got there we were met buy the horrible noise of a girl singing Gangnam Style. While we waited for our room we continued to watch people embarrass themselves until a fob asian guy got on the mic. He sat there for a second until the song Novocain came on. *Coco and I looked at each other and was like .. he is going to fuck this up. However, when he opened his mouth.. we were surprised how well he sung. He had a little bop going on to the music too. When we got our room the party began. *Scott spend most of the night observing since he didn't know anyone. I hoped he would have been more social but like me, he has to be around new people for some time before he lets loose. I was a little upset by that though. Ok maybe a lot. I didn't show it in the party though. I just sung my ass off as horrible as I knew I sounded, I didn't care. When we left I ignored him the whole ride home. Then some more while in bed. Finally, I just started telling him how I felt. I wanted him to try to socialize, involve himself or something. I know I can't force it but I wish I could. The next morning I woke up sick from the tequila we drunk at the party. So he took care of me. I finally gave him his uber late birthday gift, 2 tickets to see the Knicks at Madison Square Garden. I could have gotten another Gucci wallet at that price, but he was worth every penny. I also provided him with my Christmas list. I chose a few things that I wouldn't mind having in all price ranges. I'm not that picky since I know he spoils me all year round. This weekend though we have planned to relax and do noting but play videogames.... and sprinkle a little sex here and there.

The Weekend

I needed a night or two out after a needy Thanksgiving. I know how much I care about *Scott but my life cannot revolve around him. Some times I have to do things for me. So last Friday I decided to go out for drinks with my sister *Legs. It was for a pre-birthday celebration with her friends *Haiti and *Jamaica. I had told *Scott I was heading out a few minutes before I had left. Yes, I did feel guilty having fun without him though. We ended up going to Friday’s. At the table everyone started to order their drinks when I noticed I couldn’t find my drivers license. I knew that I had not lost it and figured *Scott must have still had it from the weekend we went out in Atlantic City. I told him that thanks to him I couldn’t drink but secretly I knew he was happy. Throughout the night we sent the occasional message to each other about the Knicks game that was on since I was able to watch it. I missed him so much but I enjoyed my time making jokes and telling stories. I planned for another night out with *Legs. This time we went to Cococabana in NYC. There was bottle service so I knew I would have fun. I had contacted *Scott early that day to let him know that I was going to stop by his place to pick up my id before I went out. When I arrived he didn’t have a smile on his face. He handed me my id and was like have fun. I got so upset. I let him know what time I would return and asked him for his keys so I wouldn’t wake him up. I left immediately and as soon as I got back to my car I called him and asked if he really wanted me to stay. His famous line is, “It’s up to you”. I hate that. I hate it because I know he wants me to he just wouldn’t say it. So I assured him that while I am out will be careful and not drink too much. I know he worries about people taking advantage of me while I am drunk. Fast forward to the club- it was cool. The inside was really nice and the music at the beginning was all right too. I did have a drink or two but not too much and I met a few nice girls. After a while the club started to get crowded and I was quickly over the music since I don’t like hip-hop clubs. There was only but so much of guys grabbing me that I could take before I knew it was time to leave. I wanted to get home to my honey bear. I also knew if I would drink anymore I would be too drunk to drive home. So I left and snuck into bed while *Scott slept. The next morning he woke me up to wonderful cuddling, kissing, and that “I’m going to fuck you really good just incase you forgot what you left at home last night” sex. He is my favorite person hands down. 

Needy Thanksgiving

Today is supposed to be a happy day but somehow I couldn’t keep a smile on my face. I missed *Scott and I couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to visit his family for Thanksgiving. My previous boyfriend and I used to split the holidays between our families. I guess I miss that a bit. It doesn’t help that we barely talk when he goes to his parents’ house. I know of all days he is busy watching football and doing family things but I wonder if he misses me. I wish that he had invited me over for Thanksgiving. Honestly speaking, I always get scared when he goes home. Maybe his parents are going to invite over a girl they want him to be with instead of me. Ugh. A very needy moment. 

Disrespectful Friends

What do you do when a friend of the opposite sex steps out of line? Well, I had to encounter this on my weekend in Atlantic City. While in the hotel room with *Scott, *Lonely Boy, and *K I received a phone call from a friend of mine. The phone call was at 1:30 am. I had not time to reach and grab my phone before *Lonely Boy picks it up and looks and the name and says,” Who the hell is *Mark calling this late?”. I looked and him and grabbed the phone. *Scott proceeds to ask the same question in a nasty tone. I told them I don’t know why he would call at this hour. I went to sleep right after to avoid further questions. The next morning I sent a message to *Mark letting him know it was disrespectful for contacting me during booty call hours especially if he knows I have a man. I told him not to contact me after 11 pm. He apologized for his actions and claimed there was no reason for him to call except him being bored. Once I finished speaking with him I told *Scott about it and he calmly flipped. In the best possible tone he said – He has lost his privileges with you as a friend and crossed the line. He gets no other chances so tell him to never contact you again. I did not fight with him on the issue. I had to consider the fact that if I were calling a guy at that hour it isn’t because I am just “bored”. So I let him know that I respect his request. I am not going to continue to have a friendship with *Mark. I am too chicken to say it so I am going to take the easy way out by just ignoring him completely. What would you guys do if someone blatantly disrespects your relationship?

Atlantic City

I am so tired. I can barely keep my eyes open right now but I refuse to go to sleep. I am just returning home from a weekend away in Atlantic City with *Scott. As usual I was excited to see *Scott when I picked him up from work on Friday night. I had sat in traffic for 1.5 hours in order to pick him up on time. For dinner we went out to have ramen since it is the perfect weather for it now. I tried to tell him about seeing Breaking Dawn, which was amazing by the way, but he wasn’t hearing it. *Scott is a movie lover and this is at the bottom for him. I rushed back to his place after because I had cramps and went to sleep soon after. Saturday we woke up early and went to get some Filipino food for breakfast. That took us nearly 2 hours to eat and leave because we were so busy talking and making jokes. When we finally made it to AC we jumped right into the shower. It has been a long time since we took a shower together. I love it because he makes my shower fun. I get to wash his hair and scrub his back. Cheesy I know. Later on that evening his best friend *Lonely Boy and girlfriend *K came to our room at Revel and the night began. We were there for a birthday party for *Scotts’ sister’s best friend. The room she stayed in was a really nice suite and the bathroom was stocked with liquor. Surrounded by a bunch of familiar faces we all began taking major shots. I had a lot of vodka, patron, beer, and whiskey. The casino has a club called HQ so that’s where we partied. *K decided we were going to party hard that night and we sure did. Partied so hard that someone in our group had to get wheel chaired out of there! Amazing night of dancing and drinking. Now, I am paying for it. I had to wake and look refreshed to drive with *Scott and his sister back to his parents’ house for lunch. Korean bbq was on the menu and it was delicious. We had small talk for a good while but it is pretty hard to talk while you trying to stuff your face will all you can eat. I am done now..tired as hell. Was this rushed.. perhaps. I think the next post will be a video update.

Breakup after I love you

At least that is what I am assuming. A few weeks ago *Scott and I were talking about something that I can’t remember that lead to a conversation about love. He told me that his roommates’ girlfriend said it to him. Me being the person that I am became immediately excited to hear that. Then he interjected and said he didn’t say it back. This morning when I woke up I checked my facebook and notice that she had changed he relationship status from “in a relationship with” to “single”. I didn’t mention that I saw it to him though. She of course to avoid the public shame of changing your relationship status, deleted the posting before anyone can ask questions.

I guess he didn’t love her back.

Things like this make me nervous when it comes to telling *Scott that I love him. I know it is only right to let him tell me first. I may have mentioned before that *Scott and I say “you are my favorite”.  I think of it as our safe word instead of saying the big L word. I think I would loose my marbles the day he tells me that.

But, do people break up after a person say’s I love you and doesn’t get a reply? Would you wait for the reply if you didn’t get an answer?

Getting Busy

I have missed *Scott so much I couldn’t wait to see him this past weekend. As it turns out, my aunt flow is visiting me this week, which meant my hormones were raging last week. I got to *Scott’s place around 2 in the afternoon. I did my Stepford girlfriend duties and cleaned up his messy room. I also vacuumed the floor after noticing my hair everywhere. I showered and waited for him to come home and lay it on me. When he came home I met him at the door. He immediately kissed me and told me I have 5 minutes to get dressed to go to dinner. Lucky for me I was already dolled up for a good fucking, excuse my language, but this is true. We ended up going to a fancy Italian restaurant with his cousin and some of their friends. I tend to hate going out with his cousin because he always travels with his girlfriend and a pack of girls. I have nothing in common with them. So dinner was rather boring. *Scott and I talked about silly things to get through it. We then had a movie date to see Skyfall. I was not excited about this at all. I slept through most of the movie. The worst part of the night was, I didn’t get to have sex. I was too tired by the time we reached his place around 2am.  Saturday morning we woke up to run some errands and we ate breakfast. During our afternoon nap, or attempt to take one, *Scott kept smacking my ass. I told him, whenever you are ready. It was on after that, 2 times that day in fact. Sunday was more of the same. We went to church, grocery shopping, and ate breakfast. I had to wait the entire day to get some again. We have great sex all the time, but mind blowing, leave you stunned sex, it happens less often. Last night just happened to be one of those nights. I wish I could go into detail but that is just too personal. We slept like babies. This morning I happed to wake up before him. I ran my fingers though his hair until he woke up. We kissed and he gave me a million hugs. I can’t wait to wake up to that everyday. 

My future

I woke up early as usual. I rolled over, tossed, and turned thinking about my future. I want to have a good career. I want to make a lot of money too. I spent 3 hours researching internships and law firms this morning. I have to remain optimistic that I can obtain a great career with my degree. I wonder of if I am making the right decision. Should I continue trying to be a teacher? I only decided during the summer that I wanted to become a paralegal. *Scott and I did a lot of talking about careers. I know my career options with my degree and paralegal is one of the most lucrative. There is a lot of flexibility in the field, options to grow, and somehow I still find myself wanting something different. While out grocery shopping with my sister a few days ago I found myself jealous. I wanted to grocery shop too. I walked up and down the isles imagining what food I would buy for my husband. I wanted to pick up all of *Scott’s favorite things. Do I have to choose between becoming a successful career woman and becoming the best wife one day? I don’t know how I could handle both. The career I am interested in will be very demanding of me. I wonder if I will have time to make a wonderful mean for my husband or would take out do. I am content with getting my degree and diving head first into my career until I am married. I realize how much I want to do these things the longer I am with him. All I can do is pray that I have the strength to obtain my goals as an individual and with that become an asset to my husband in the future. I still have my timeline:

-       Intern for 6 months at law firm in litigation or family law

-       graduate May 2013

-       get a job in NJ or NY

-       move to NYC (pending I have a job paying at least $45,000)

I am giving myself 3 years to jump-start my career. I hope everything goes as planned.

Headed Home

The week is finally coming to a close. Four nights and five days at *Scott’s parent’s house was fun. The highlight of my weekend… getting an egg thrown at my car. *Scott’s dad was nice enough to go out in the cold to wash my car for me. I tried to take over scrapping the egg but he just handed me the hose to rinse off the car as he did all of the hard work. *Scott and I also spend the morning getting gas. Instead of waiting on the car line for hours we used a gas container and kept walking back and forth to the pump. It took all of three hours, two gas stations, and freezing in the cold to get it done. I must say though, his mom loved cooking. We had three to four meals a day. I ate so damn much I probably gained ten pounds. We watched movies and played lots of scrabble with his mom. His dad pretended to do work around the house to avoid playing scrabble. During lunch *Scott came out of no where asking his would you rather questions and one of them was baby names. I was shocked but his mother joined in and agreed with my baby girl name Christen. Fun times. I miss my family though and I am ready to get home. 

Hurricane Sandy

I am so backed up in writing right now my brain was about to explode. This hurricane was no joke I swear. I don’t even know where to begin so I will start Sunday. *Scott and I woke up Sunday morning as normal. I began to read the newspaper report about how bad this storm is going to be but I didn’t pay it any attention. We went to his doctor’s appointment and while waiting I began talking to the receptionist and others coming in the office. They were talking about evacuations that were going on. I realized at that point maybe I needed to take this a little serious. When *Scott was finished I told him we should go get food before the storm comes. Of course, him being a guy, he said no. He didn’t think the storm was serious because of hurricane Irene last year. So we went back to his place and watched football. During the game I continued to read reports about evacuations and soon enough, a friend came knocking on the door looking for refuge. That’s when *Scott obliged me and went to the super market only to find there was barely any food. Silly me, what the hell was I thinking when I bought frozen foods? The lines were long as hell. My mother and Grandmother called to make sure I wasn’t in any evacuation zones in NYC. I said no, but I didn’t tell them I was 3 blocks from one. Monday morning comes, nothing. No rain or wind. *Scott was like, “see I told you so, nothing is happening.” He began to work from home since his offices closed for the day. I listened to weather reports the entire day, which seemed to annoy him. His friend’s showed up a few hours later soaked in seawater from having a water fight down by the piers. *Scott got all excited wanting to go outside. I wanted to go to. However, we became distracted by other fun things people do in a storm. Soon after we fell asleep but was rudely woken up to what seem to sound like the entire neighborhood screaming. BLACKOUT. To see NYC in pitch black is perhaps the scariest thing ever but cool all at once. We didn’t stay up too long after having a few drinks with everyone in the house and watch the Campaign on what was left of the battery on *Scott’s laptop. I took a ho bath in the sink once we realized that hot water was being turned off too. Tuesday, felt like an episode out of the Walking Dead. People were wandering in the streets aimlessly looking for food and water. Realizing that we had no service on our dying phones *Scott and I ventured outside looking for food. I was so upset with myself for not preparing for this. After walking for 20 minutes we turned back around realizing that there is no way for us to know where there was electricity in the city. Back at his apartment *Scott realized that the gas was still working on the stove and was able to make ramen. I thought I was saved. I was excited. One of his roommates and his girlfriend decided to make their way to Brooklyn in hopes of finding light. Soon after he left, we notice the water was getting shut off. We ran all over with pots letting the last bit of water drip into them. I didn’t know what to do then. No water, no electricity, nothing but alcohol and ramen. We ended up playing poker for a couple hours into the rest of the day until I demanded that I go to my car and listen to the radio. BEST DECISION EVER!!! *Scott, *Jake, and I sat in my car listening to the horror that was surrounding us. I wanted to see for my self so we went for a little drive. Past 42^nd street there were lights, food, and people; living as is nothing happened. I was so pissed that about that. We found a working atm so I pulled out cash and *Scott went on a food frenzy. Mc Donald’s along with 53^rd and 6^th.  Returning back to the darkness that was *Scott’s neighborhood I realized that my burger was spoiled. Go figure. We ordered 4 of those damn things. With nothing left to do we spent the night playing monopoly. I must say I did have fun watching the guys argue over selling properties. Wednesday. I was loosing it. Another day without being able to communicate with the world. *Scott asked if I wanted to go to his parents house, I told him only if they had hot water. So he went outside in search for a signal and 1 hour later returned and told me that they did. We packed our things and we were out the door. I needed gas. 1 quarter of a tank was just enough to get us to his parents’ house but not back to the city. We passed and search every gas station in the area. NOTHING. I was nervous as we pulled up to his parents place thinking, we are stuck here for at least 3 or 4 days. They were happy to have us though. They cooked all the food they had in the fridge so it was plenty to eat. I quickly realized I could take a hot shower, but… I only packed enough underwear for the weekend at *Scotts. I didn’t know there was a hurricane coming when I went to visit him. Needless to say, I am going commando at his parents house in his old gangster clothes that he loaned me to sleep in. We spent the afternoon laughing and playing games. His parents whooped our asses in Scrabble.  Then as soon as the game was over…..WE HAVE ELECTRICTY !! I got to take the best hot shower and now we can watch a movie. The best night ever! I woke up this morning in his old room. I got to sleep in his big comfy bed. He is in the room next door. Now I get to spend the day searching for gas and underwear as he works from home.

My Birthday Weekend Part 2

Barcelona Bar is where the party began, and more fighting. My sister weren’t there when *Scott and I arrived. They were still looking for parking. *Scott, being the party pooper that his is, was yawing. I knew he was super tired because he came straight from work to dinner and now this. He asked me to not drink a lot and it is best if I don’t get drunk. He didn’t want a replay of my birthday last year. Which I understand but, got damn it, it’s my birthday. I do what I WANTTTTT!!! I agreed that I didn’t want to get drunk as well but when my sisters and cousin arrived they had something different in mind. We started by getting a round of Harry Potters. I don’t know what the drink was I just knew that it came with a show. The bartender lit the shots on fire as I wore a scarf, wizards hat, and held a magic wand while she did tricks. My sister Deja came a few minutes later and ordered a round of shots too. It was something that had to deal with the Lord of the Rings. So the bartender took 9 shots of Jameson, put them in a circle and light them all on fire. Jameson is my kryptonite and *Scott knew that too. He pulled me aside and said that is enough but behind me I had my sister screaming, “We are going to get you so fucked up!! What’s next on the shot list!!” I felt pressure from both sides. I wanted to drink but not get fucked up. I didn’t want to let *Scott or my sisters down. I excused myself to the bathroom because I was crying. My sister Gia followed not to long after to get me out. I went to talk to *Scott to let him know that he was ruining my birthday again and of course he stuck to his guns. I stormed out the bar in a major bitch fit. He followed behind me mad as hell. I let him know that I will not deal with the feeling of him being controlling and he can leave. So he tried to give me an ultimatum, “Fine you can do what you want, but if you get trashed, don’t come back to my place.” I said, “deal! And if it is at the cost of us breaking up, Oh well. I will not be controlled.” He stood there a little shocked. We go back in the bar and my sisters asked me what was going on. I didn’t give them every detail but I told them that he didn’t want me to get drunk because he didn’t want to take care of me. My cousin Jas , the wild child, said to me, “We hardly party together so we are going to have fun, and it’s your birthday, he is supposed to take care of you regardless that’s love, that’s what being in a relationship is for.” Next thing I know, my cousin is talking to *Scott about who knows what. A few minutes later Gia and Jas return to my side with his credit card. My jaw dropped. I’m thinking this has to be a test to see if I would get drunk. They said ,”nope, he said we can buy what ever we want.” Next thing I know they are ordering a shit load of drinks. I told them I didn’t believe it. I took one shot my sister bought me over to where he was sitting and the girls followed. It was as if his mood completely changed. My Jas refuses to tell me was she said to him. From that moment on it got wild. We toasted to my birthday and my sisters each gave a little speech. I did not cry because they will pick on me if I did. We were all having the times of our lives and believe it or not, everyone else got drunker than I did. We moved the party to a Mexican restaurant down the street. It got so crazy there. They were dancing everywhere with some random European guys that were drunk too. The night ended on an amazing note.

My Birthday Weekend Part 1

My birthday weekend was full of laughs, tears, drama, and a lot of love. I will begin with Thursday night. After I got out of class I went straight to *Scott’s house for the weekend. I was excited when I arrived because I knew I was going to get my birthday gift. He pulled out a pink Disney gift bag with all the princesses on it. I opened it up to find an authentic Victor Cruz jersey. He plays football for the NY Giants for those who don’t know. He wasn’t sure if I would be happy with my gift but I am. I would have never purchased a jersey with my own money and I have been talking about a getting one since last year before the Patriots picked up my favorite player. Friday night I had a dinner with *Scott and drinks with my sisters at a bar. I spent the day doing schoolwork and cleaning so I was running late to meet *Scott. I caught a cab to his job and jumped out before I noticed a text from him to stay in the cab. I didn’t realize that his job is the worse area to catch a cab, so needless to say he was pissed off. 30 minutes later and a couple blocks walk we finally found a cab. (he is correcting this story as I am writing it- he said he KNEW for a FACT I would like the gift, he just wasn’t sure about the size) Then we hit major traffic, which wasn’t there 30 minutes before hand when I jumped out the only cab in the area. Of course me, being me, I got really upset because he was upset. When we arrived to dinner it got worse. At the table I tried not to cry because he was ruining my birthday in my opinion. Yes, I know I am a big baby. We ordered food and started talking about something. He asked me what made me choose this restaurant. I told him I liked the food and it is real nice. He interjected, “Looking at this price, you had to have gone on a date here.” I told him I did not go on a date. A friend from out of town came and I was the only person who didn’t have a day job, so we had lunch there. He says, “well it was a date for him.” I started to get so pissed off at that moment because I knew that it wasn’t a date, and why would I bring him to a place that I had “special” memories if that was the case. I told him that I wanted him to go home and I would just go out alone. I added that I would also pay for this dinner, which was well over $100 at that point. He got so pissed off once I said that. Yeah, I know. I shouldn’t go tit for tat but, in my defense, it was my birthday and I do what I WANTTTTT! Somehow we both calmed down when we came to the end of the meal. We were trying to figure out who was going to finish off the last bit of the food. I began playing games with him, which again, pissed him off, but he stayed calm and it made me happy. He paid for dinner and we went for a long walk to Bloomingdales. He showed me this jacket he has been dying to buy and I cracked jokes on him the entire time. After a while I got a call from my sisters letting me know that the finally made it to the bar. 

Happy Birthday to me!

I turned 25 this week and to make it all worthwhile I spent nearly $2000. I paid bills did some repairs to my car, ate, went shopping, did more shopping, and more shopping. I wasn’t selfish. I bought things for my mom and sister. I wasn’t excited about the day though. I had to study for midterms and it was hard getting birthday text messages and calls every hour. I was excited to be up at 2 in the morning messaging *Scott. Him wishing me a happy birthday and sending cute birthday messages throughout the day. I won’t be able to see him until tomorrow. I am excited to see what he got me for my birthday. Since I bought myself a Gucci wallet, I don’t know if he can top that. I think it is something simple. So how does it feel being 25 and a so-called adult? I feel good. I couldn’t have asked for a better year leading up to this moment. I met the young man of my dreams, I am a few months away from my degree and dream job (fingers crossed in this economy), and I 'm looking better everyday. I’m aging like a quarter century FINE wine.

She called me his WIFE!!

I was excited for this past weekend. *Scott and I were going to tailgate the Rutgers vs. Temple University game. On Friday night we stopped to his parents house to pick up grilling items. When we got to the door his mother greeted us with open arms. I was really excited to see how happy she was to see us. She gave me a big hug too. While *Scott got his things together his dad made me a fruit smoothie while his mom and I watched wheel of fortune. Saturday we made our way down to Philly to tailgate and watch the game. The guys took nearly an hour to get the grill started. You know men are, never want to ask for help nor would they let me help. Grilling is a man thing. I had the best time getting to know a bunch of random people and drinking. The game was fun. Rutgers beat Temple U so that was an end to a great afternoon. After the game we headed back to his parents house for dinner. I was a little nervous since this would be the first sit down dinner we had at his parents house. When we arrived dinner was ready and might I add I was so freaking good! While we were eating dinner *Scott’s parents and I talked about how *Scott is a picky eater. We were eating shrimp and he didn’t want to eat them because he doesn’t know how to take them out the shell without destroying the entire shrimp. So his mom started peeling them for him. Then she tired to say something to me but I didn’t understand her so she spoke in tagalog. His sister translated what she said. “Since you are his wife you have to help him with the food”.  I smiled and said that I help him already. You can imagine how excited I was when I heard that. Later on in the evening we had desert and watched some tv. It started to get late so we prepared to head back to *Scott’s apartment in the city. His dad asked me if I wanted to stay the night. Yeah, I was so excited, but I had to say no since he wanted to make sure he watched all the football games that came on. I feel like they are finally accepting me and I couldn’t have imagined a better weekend. 

Sugar Daddy

So I stumbled upon a blog of a young girl today that caught my interest. I thought her blog was about fashion until I started to read how she obtained these luxury items. She is a “sugar baby”. I sat in awe as I read through her blog. She spoke about how she is being spoiled with gifts and such, how she is given an allowance, which is pretty much a salary. My first thought was, if a guy likes you, wouldn’t he want to buy you nice things and spoil you? Not a sugar daddy, a boyfriend. *Scott does not like being “asked” for things because he thinks that is being “gold digger” like. He has purchased me things before without me asking, things that he likes for me, but not things I want (like a cute pair pumps). I guess men have a different definition of spoiling their girlfriends. Some take them shopping, mines takes me to dinner, lots of dates, and mini vacations. I figure I can’t be a bitch about him not taking me shopping like most girls want their boyfriends to. I actually appreciate the way he spoils me with experiences and great memories. But, what do you think about girls who are constantly getting gifts from men? Would you want to be that girl? I know I have guy readers, what do you think about giving your girlfriend gifts?

Engaged

My younger sister (step) posted on facebook today a picture of her with an engagement ring on and it said, “say word!”. So, I started panicking. I couldn’t believe that she was engaged. My mind was racing. I was supposed to be the first to get married since I am the oldest right? I started screaming no!!!!!!!! inside and out. I just was upset. Not to mention she took a whole 10 minutes to reply to my messages asking is it true. When she replied, “say word, I only paid $5.50 for that at target” I was so relieved. I know it sounds bad but I would have been so jealous. I have been flirting with the idea of a future with *Scott. Things are getting very serious with us and I would hate for it to all be a waste of time. I really feel a horrible that I felt that way for a split second. That “why wasn’t it me” feeling. One day it will and it will not be announced over facebook. 

On Advice

Who has the right to give advice? I mean, if I ask my sisters for opinions about something that they may have not experienced is that ok? Is it ok that I give advice that I don’t take? Maybe. I think that well all know the right thing to do and we can tell everyone the right way to do it but, somehow we still choose not to follow our amazing advice that we give our friends. I think that my new friend *K and I connected because we are both clueless in some ways. I do have a little more experience in a relationship, meaning just 1, than she does. For me I like to know other people’s thoughts or opinions about things I go through. I figure, a set of fresh eyes might give me a better point of view on whatever. *Scott got a little upset that I was giving *K relationship advice that he knows that I don’t follow. I have my own way of going about things though. I am a very non-confrontational person, or at least I try to be that way. I feel like I am just rambling. Is it ok to ask for advice about your relationship from other people?

The Weekend

When I arrived I had forgotten that his sister would be here. I wasn’t nervous walking into the apartment though. I said Hi to her immediately and began talking about my drive there and what I would want for dinner. I asked her if she had eaten, what she had for dinner, and if she wanted something else. Pat myself on the back for not making it really weird. On Friday a few friends and I went to Comic Con!! I was so excited to finally experience it. I was excited to see people dressed up as actual comic book super heroes.. but then there were the people dressed up in cosplay. I wasn’t excited about that. I mean why pay money to be somewhere when you aren’t even interested in the event? I had a good time though. I got to see Adrian Curry from America’s Next Top Model. Afterwards the guys and I went to T.G.I.Friday’s and had an amazing time drinking. I coached one of my friends on how to pick up the waitress. She got a real big tip. We also spent the entire time talking in Italian, Jamaican, Irish and British accents. It was the most fun I had out in a long time. When I got back I was drunk and tired but, I managed to keep it together. The highlight was when his sister woke me up to get a girls opinion on her outfit. 

Vacation

**WARNING ... THIS IS AN EXTREMELY LONG POST**

I just had an amazing weekend. It has been almost 2 full weeks since I last saw *Scott. We all know how excited I was. Thursday night I sat in class thinking about how much I missed him and how I wanted to jump into his arms when we saw each other again. Well, I couldn’t do that. As soon as I arrived I was met by a bunch of guys watching Thursday night football. I was a little sad. I had to settle for cuddling him. Of course, I got what I was missing…wink wink! The next morning I drove him to his office and then spent the day doing homework and preparing to go on a mini vacation in Atlantic City. Due to New York traffic it took nearly 4 hours to drive from NYC to AC. I had a ball driving all the way down there until we reached the hotel. He had mention something that bothered me and I caught an attitude with him. I have to applaud him for his patience with me. When we met his best friend *Lonely Boy (who is not so lonely anymore) and his girlfriend *K, they could tell we were upset with each other. I took time to get ready and do my makeup while I calmed down. On the way down to dinner *Scott and I stayed in the room a few minutes to discuss why I was upset. This time he controlled his anger and allowed me to speak. I was very happy after that and by the time we got to our dinner table you would never know we were upset with each other. After dinner we went to a club in the Borgota hotel and casino. I was a little pissed that it was a $40 cover to get into the party. Once inside the guys bought *K and I drinks and we danced the night away.  Saturday morning came and we were ready to get the day started. While getting dressed I showed *Scott these new sneakers that I got from 9west, the Isabel Marant look-a-likes. His first comment was, “are those sneakers? Those look like something boricua’s would wear.” Again I got so pissed off because I knew he meant that they look like “hoodrat” sneakers. So I ignored him until we got to my car to put away our luggage. We sat in the lounge area waiting for *LB and *K, that’s when I decided to ask questions. I felt as though we were fighting to much for my liking. I asked him if he needed space from me, he said no. He wanted to know why I was getting upset at every little thing so easy. I told him, I am extra needy right now and I just need to feel like he wants me around. Again after that we went about the day as if nothing happened. Another fight resolved. I was happy.

Once we ate it was time to gamble. *K and I went to play penny machines and craps while the guys played black jack. I lost $20 and *K lost $40. When we went to check on the boys they were lost about $300. That wasn’t stopping them. So *K and I left to go shopping. We walked along the boardwalk for hours talking about our relationships and asking each other for advice. Outside of my sisters I rarely have a chance to speak to other women. I found out how much we are alike and how much our boyfriends are alike. When we returned to the hotel from shopping we found the guys still gambling but this time they won all of their money back and then some. Instead of going home *Scott decided we would go to stay at *LB’s house with his family and *K. I loved being there. The whole family seemed like a joy and I especially loved his uncle who is a Chinese Jamaican. Yup! He is Chinese and from Jamaica. He talked to us all night, until we went to sleep and then spent the afternoon with us watching football. Now we are back in the city and *Scott is watching football once again. Did I say I love spending time with *Scott. 

A Little Late

I watched Pretty Woman for the first time in my life today. Yeah, I know I am about a decade too late but I loved it. I had my mind going though. Could that type of relationship ever exist and work? Can two people from different places and experiences be randomly put together and fall in love? I thought about my relationship with *Scott and how I feel like I am the “pretty woman” of his life. I come from a relatively poor area and from very little money, while he comes from middle class and a great area. Like the movie we had a n understanding of what our relationship was going to be like; friends with benefits but, it all of a sudden grew into so much more. I do feel like sometimes he is my knight in shinning armor, and he feels like he “saved” me from the castle. I do hope to live out some fairytale relationship too. What girl doesn’t? In other news, it has been 9 days since I last seen *Scott. I miss him but I have been super busy. We are going away this weekend on a mini vacation so I will have more to talk about then. 

Time Apart

I know that this will be tough for me. Even though I miraculously have a full schedule, I will miss him with all my heart. This morning I woke up to a text from him; <3. So simple, yet it made my day. Later on in the afternoon he sent a message saying how this Sunday's Giants' game will be the first one we haven't watched together. It felt nice to know he will miss the time we have set aside to spend with each other. I know, it is just a weekend that we will be spending apart. It will be almost 2 weeks, 10 days to be exact, that we won't see each other though. I probably won't be able to sleep well. Tossing and turning since my body some how know's that Friday to Sunday night I should be laying next to him. I will be ready to jump into his arms when I do. I know how much he means to me though. I am no longer in love with him. Remember being "in" love can mean you can be "out" of it too, if that makes sense. A few nights ago we had a major fight. I realized then that I love him. The love that you have for a person in your family, the kind that just doesn't go away. No matter what silly things they do, no matter how much you want to smack them into another race. Love like, I would do anything to see him happy. Love like, a friend I known since I was 5 years old, they moved away then came back and I still love them, love. Love that makes me want to be there during the roughest times of his life and see him through it. Not in love, like the days are bright and sunny always. Not in love, in love is like lust to me. Infatuation if you will. Do you get what I mean? Ugh.

First Family Dinner

It was cute how nervous he was. He jogged 2 miles home from work and quickly took a shower to get ready for dinner. I didn’t know what to wear nor what to talk about. All I could really do is laugh at him. Before leaving he took two shots to attempt to calm his nerves. I don’t know if it worked though. We arrived at the restaurant a few minutes early so we walked to a wine shop a block away because he wanted to buy my mom a little gift. He wanted to choose something in a fancy bottle and it had to cost a little more. He really wanted to impress her. When we got inside everyone greeted each other. My mom had him sit closer to her and my stepdad so that they can talk easier. We jumped from topics about football to taking pole dance classes and booty clapping. And in honor of my mom’s birthday, when Birthday Cake by Rihanna came on we decided to clap and dance for her turning it into a full on restaurant party. Everyone was singing along. We had such a good time and I think he calmed down once he realized they weren’t trying to grill him. Maybe I will invite him out with the family again one day.