Easy Come, Easy Go

Nathan and I constantly run into each other - on the street, on the bus, in the mall. We worked together for about a month; I had a major crush on him then and I have a major crush on him now. He's tall, slender, has that sparkle in his eyes and a charming smile. When we converse, there's a slight hint of flirting involved. So every time we bump into each other it's always a highlight of my day.

Last Christmas I went into the Apple store to buy my brother a gift card and who was there to help me? Nathan. What are the chances? He works at Apple, which happens to be right next store to where I work.

Last Tuesday I left work and Nathan happened to be passing by. We spoke briefly, only because I was in a hurry. The following day as I was leaving work, he was entering his!

"We should have lunch sometime" he charmingly said as we hugged.

As he took my number I was jumping around with joy inside because this is the moment I have been wanting for the longest time. But a part of me couldn't help wonder - is this a date or just lunch? I thought I'd be clever and tell him to take my number so that way I don't have to make the first call, basically leaving the ball in his court. Little did I see what would happen next - he called my phone right there in order to give me his number!

Not only have I not called him yet in order to have lunch, but he hasn't called me neither. Should I call him? If he were truly interested, wouldn't he have called by now?

Rick, from Denver

I met a Rick, from Denver, last night on Craigslist.

(First, as much as I don't like finding men online, I still do it. Why? Well, a busy girl has to get laid somehow.)

Rick, from Denver, is a vice president for some software company and happened to be in town on a business trip. He's a 48yo wm who's d/d free (all internet lingo I've picked up along the way). Everything sounded legit, so I agreed to meet him at his hotel room. He was working on spreadsheets when I arrived and was, well, genuine the entire night. Genuine and gentle. Things heated up pretty quickly and he did not disappoint!

Though he flew out of town already, he emailed me telling that he's coming back next week, and that we should meet up again. Am I crazy to meet up with this man again who I know almost nothing about? I left his hotel room with a smile on my face, is it selfish to want that again? Anyone?

Four's a Crowd

I met my next door neighbor the first day I moved into my new apartment. Late 20's, average height, great smile and a dog lover. The potential of, at least, a great night was there, until he mentioned his wife and kid.

For the longest time, I had never even seen his wife nor his kid. Yes, I heard the constant screaming of his baby girl and the occasional yelling from his wife, but never had I seen them. That of course still gave me hope. With what I assumed was yelling from his wife (and still may be), I assumed they were having marital troubles like many couples do. Today though is the first time I met her...and her. I met both Married Neighbor's wife and daughter, and that last little bit of hope of sleeping with Married Neighbor vanished. Why? Well, Married Neighbor's Wife is everything I hoped she wasn't - beautiful in every aspect. Her style, her figure, her smile, her teeth, her sparkling eyes, her bubbly personality. Everything.

And that's when I figured Married Neighbor really isn't into me.
xx,
Bella

Defining Moments

The guitarist and I rarely talk. We make eye contact and say the polite hellos, but nothing more than that. One time he did high-five me, which is more of a "buddy" gesture than a hubba hubba one (though Aiden on Sex and the City high-fived Carrie one moment and wanted her in bed the next).

Why do I obsess over guys like this?

xx,
Bella

The First of Many, I Suppose

Writer Robert A. Heinlein once said "Sex without love is merely healthy exercise." I'm here to say that I agree with him. Sure, STI's and the fear of getting knocked up doesn't make it entirely "healthy", but nonetheless, unattached sex is perfectly fine with me. The trick is getting sane, healthy men to have sex with.

My name is Isabella, though I go by Bella most of the time. This is my first post, so I guess I should tell you a little bit about myself. I don't look like a model - I have a waist and breasts (and cauliflower thighs and a watermelon belly and a pear for a body, but I digress...). On the flip side though, I'm pretty comfortable with my body. Beauty's in the eye of the beholder, right? Like everyone, I'm trying to lose weight, but that's so I can get to a healthy weight, not solely so I can look like Penélope Cruz.

  The downside of being Bella Laurent (that will be the 1st and last time I refer to myself in the third person, I promise) is that I fall into lust ALL THE TIME. It must be my raging hormones, but my entire life I've always wanted to sleep with men. The truth is though, that I haven't slept with anyone since August.

My latest crush? A guitarist. Ugh, I know. I slept with a guitarist once and though he wasn't as confident in himself as the stereotypical guitarist is, he did have that ego still. What makes this particular guitarist worse (my new crush) is that he's a bartender as well. Not only is he used to every woman and their mother flinging themselves at him since he's a guitarist, but he's also used to every woman and their mother flinging themselves at him because he's a bartender.

Maybe the two will cancel each other out?


xx,
Bella