The New Girl

Well, hello there fellow....daters? bloggers? Um.. strangers?

I'm the new girl here on DTROGMO. 

Hmmm that's not an easy acronym. 

Anyways, I'm going to introduce myself.

I'm kind of a sucker for all things love. Chick flicks, proposals, weddings, cute puppies.... you name it, I love it.

I just love love!

(Skeptics can throw up now.)

( via vine2victory)

My friends have told me I'm a hopeless romantic, which I take as a compliment.

Because what's life without a little romance?

But alas, I have never been close to love I believe.

Why?

Well, I happen to come from a culture with this saying:

"Those lucky in cards, are unlucky in love."

And you know what my friends?

I play a mean Go Fish.

 If only I could just catch me something real.

Despite my actual love experience, I do have some funny/awkward/embarrassing stories.

I look forward to getting to share some of my crazy experiences, but for now, I will just leave you with thus said.

Because I like to think I'm mysterious. :)

-Hope

traffic jam romance

There I was, singing to Andy Grammer’s song, Keep Your Head Up, in  a late afternoon traffic jam, when I notice a man, who was partially hanging out of his window, start waving his arms in my direction from a car in front of me in the lane next to mine.

Confused?  I’ll draw you a diagram…

{Okay, I didn't actually draw it.  Just picture that I am in the car further back.  That he is hanging out of the car in front.  And that there is a traffic jam going on around us.}

I was confused and a bit embarrassed, thinking he was going to make fun of me for singing & grooving in my car. 

He continued waving and then motioned for me to roll up next to them.  I just laughed.  I didn’t want to talk to these late-twenties/early-thirties men that were smoking cigarettes & drinking some Red Bulls.

I decided the best option would be for me to call my good friend to see how to get out of this situation...  But she did not answer, so I freaked out in a voicemail, not knowing what to do, and then hung up my phone.

The man hanging out the window, held up his thumb to his ear and pinky finger to his mouth, pretending his hand was a phone, and mouthed the words, “Call me.” 

I started laughing harder.  I put my phone to my ear, and cupped the other ear while mouthing the words, “I cannot hear you!!”

He started holding up his fingers, signaling to me a series of digits that I assumed was his phone number.  

And there I sat, still laughing not punching his numbers into my phone.  

Then he motioned for me to write something down.  I held up a piece of paper and a pencil, and he, again, signaled to me a series of numbers that I pretended to write down.

Finally, we were moving along at a fairly good speed… And then we arrived at an intersection where I turned one way, and they turned the opposite way, waving goodbye.

Hopefully, that was the beginning and end of that little traffic romance.

Have you ever been hit on during a traffic jam?  Or wait, were you the one doing the picking up??

Tell me about them.  I want to hear 'em all.

Oh, and am I the only one that rocks out when alone in a car?

GIRL CRASHES AND BURNS BECAUSE SHE DID NOT CHECK HER BLIND SPOT

I know that the suspense has been killing you waiting for this post that was promised to you back in the beginning of September. But if we fulfilled all our promises right away you would probably never come back to our blog and check for these updates. This is just our way of making sure we keep our viewers!

What are blind spots you ask?!

Well it all started late on a Sunday evening as we decided to take a stroll around a lake! Great idea you would think, right? WRONG! We failed to take into account the fact that we had a LOT of water this year! Every path we tried to take turned out not to be so much as a path but a puddle of mud! Shoes were ruined, moods were...well not their best. But we still managed to have a good time. We did some planking (which we will soon master), jumped off benches for some great pictures (once we actually managed to get ONE of us all in the air), and hid behind trees. It turned out to be a great night.

As we were driving home the atmosphere changed and the conversation quickly became very serious! We started talking about life, and love and the lack thereof. We are cute, fun girls. Boys should like us! So it became our mission to figure out what was wrong with us and why we were failing at the game of love.

Now we can all say what's wrong with us and why we think our relationships fail. But only an outsider, and a really good friend will be completely honest with you and tell you what you can't see. Hence the term "blind spots."

We went around and told each other what we think their blind spots are. We came up with quite the list: keeping guys in the "friend" zone, never letting it move past that, flirt with ALL boys so the boys you do like have no idea cause you act no differently towards them, scared of commitment, avoid boys when they try to contact you, fall fast and fall hard, scared to let someone in to your life...you get the point right?

All these things we found out about ourselves have been preventing us from having the fairy tale every girl wants...well every normal girl. So ladies, to avoid future accidents be sure you check your blind spots before moving over!

kiss face

Hello, all!  We already know we are bad bloggers, you do not need to remind us.

Would a story help you get over the neglected feeling we have left you with?

Okay, I would be happy to oblige.

Saturday night, I went to this wonderful place called Keys on Main.  I would highly recommend it if you find yourself bored on a Saturday night in Salt Lake City.  The reason for going to this place, was a bachelorette party.  I did not know the girl, but she hugged me anyway. 

While enjoying the dueling pianos and the lovely requests from the audience, I noticed everyone in the small joint.

There were a lot of bachelorette parties taking place.  A lot of drinking going on.  A lot of people acting like fools.  And a lot of pictures being taken of their foolish and drunken actions.

How embarrassing, right? Right!

I do not drink.  And therefore, my foolish actions do not come from being intoxicated, but rather from the lack of sleep (mostly, anyway).  I do stupid stuff when I am tired.  I say stupid things.  And I come up with stupid ideas.

So, with all this in mind, is it any coincident that all of my first kisses have been in the wee hours of the morning?

I value kisses.  I do not think they should be wasted on just anyone. 

No, I believe that kisses should be special. 

And should be shared between two people that have mutual feelings of affection towards one another.

First Kiss Story 2.1:

I should have known that after watching Mama Mia with me, he would have tried something.  I mean, no man in their right mind would sit through that movie unless they had ulterior motives, right?

So, there we stood.  In a 2:00 a.m. embrace. 

It was cold – a freezing January night, and we were saying our goodbyes.

One thing lead to another, and we shared our first kiss. 

Well, more like first lip touch.

It was weird.  It was awkward. 

Our faces just smashed together.  It was not a real kiss. 

I had been real kissed before plenty of times, and this was not one of them.

A roommate at the time had a theory that when you kissed someone, it would not feel natural until the third time.

I did not believe it.  Until that very moment.

Well, you know, I am still not sure if I believe it.

The morning after this awkward kiss, I could not actually remember if we had kissed or not.

My roommate stumbled out of her room while I was eating some yogurt, and with messy hair, asked me if I had kissed him.

I told her the truth, “I think I did, but I am not totally sure…”

She thought I was an idiot.

This first kiss lead to a weird relationship.  An awkward relationship.

A relationship that, while it lasted on and off for quite a while, is such a blur to me now.

Maybe first kisses are indications of the future?

Okay, now it is your turn.  I want to hear about your first kiss experiences and what you think about first kisses being indications of the future...
Leave me a comment, gangsters.

At least he walked away with the box...

It was particularly warm February. 

I was living in St. George, Utah. I was "dating" Anthony.  

I use the term dating loosely here because I was going to break things off with him.

Anthony was on leave and decided that on his way back up to Salt Lake he wanted to stop by for a visit.  He said he wanted to take me on our first official date. 

So Friday night rolled around and I was sitting on my couch waiting for Anthony to get there. He was over 2 hours late. I kept getting texts from him all day about how he couldn't wait to get there, he had a surprise for me.  I was nervous out of my mind, I had dumped him before but never in person (I'm a flake). 

So finally he gets there, looking really good in a nice shirt and tie (he knows I'm a sucker for a guy in a good tie!) He says he wants to take a walk, a walk to his truck that is. 

We get in and we're sitting there making small talk. After about an hour of talking he puts on some music. 

I start to ask him questions about what he expects out of the relationship, he says he has every intention of marrying me and taking me to the temple "someday".  

So what do I do? I start letting him down. 

He gets all frustrated saying he didn't want this to happen until the next morning.  Uhh... What?! 

At this point he's acting like he's all upset. He changes the song. 

This is where things get weird. 

He turns on a certain song. The song I remember my sister hating, the song she made me hate. 

He gets weird and finally says "well do you want to see it?".

Let me back up here. For Christmas he gave me a gorgeous blue diamond necklace. When I got it he said it came with a shiny counter part....

So when he says those 7 words my stomach dropped. I knew exactly what "It" is. 

I ask if I have a choice.  He says no and reaches behind the seat. 

He pulls out a plastic sack (this kid's got tact!). 

He digs in the bag and finally pulls out the ugliest fake rose I've ever seen.

He says "You can have it on one condition, I keep the box." "Uhhhh ok?". 

And he gives me the rose box with the ring.

All the while Steven Tyler is screaming the lyrics to possibly one of the creepiest songs (he has it on repeat). 

He goes over some garbage of how he loves me and no matter where life takes us he'll always love me and 

yadda yadda yadda. 

He makes me put it on. It's disgusting. It's too big for my finger but he makes me keep it on while he's there.

I insist that he keep the ring, I didn't want anything to remind me of him.  He wouldn't take it back saying it was made for me. 

Finally I say goodnight and go inside. 

I find his phone in our kitchen. Big mistake bud! 

Me, being a typical girl, went through his text messages.

He had texts to another girl about how he's single again and looking so hook him up with someone hot when he gets back. 

Yeah, they were a week old. 

In the morning I say my final good bye. 

I think I made it clear I didn't want to see him again, 

I hope his face still stings. 

And that's my almost engagement story.

p.s. Is anyone looking to buy an ugly diamond ring and necklace?!