“So I told Joe I was cheating on him yesterday,” Jackie said.
“How did that go,” Kim asked. “Did he flip out?”
“No, not really, he didn’t seem all that surprised.” Jackie jumped from guy to guy so often that she sometimes forgot to dismiss one before moving on to another. What some may refer to as cheating. What Jackie thought of as bad multi-tasking.
“You sound disappointed,” Kate said to Jackie, and I had to agree she did.
“Well, it isn’t like I wanted to break the poor guy’s heart, but he didn’t seem hurt at all,” Jackie said, picking off a mushroom from her calzone and popping it in her frowning mouth. “It just made me think that maybe he had a nice little side dish, too, and maybe I was just another number he dialed from his contacts list.”
This little statement, in addition to Jackie’s pouty attitude, made me think, why are guys so much more desirable once we think we have competition for them? And more so, when we think they are now out of our reach?
“So now you regret getting with Nelson and want Joe all to yourself?” I asked.
“Oh, I don’t know,” Jackie threw her hands in the air before leaning back in my red leather chair and crossing them. “It is stupid really, but I just want to know that I am in charge of the relationship and he is the one pining over me. It is that whole ‘don’t know how much you like what you have until you don’t have it’ thing.”
“Exactly what I was thinking,” I told her.
“So did ya’ll break up for good,” Holly asked, “or was it more of a ‘ok, whatever let’s just see each other AND other people’ sort of thing.”
“I don’t know how anyone can stay in a relationship like that,” Kate chimed in, tearing off a piece of calzone and twisting the melted cheese until it finally broke off. “I mean how do you not worry about your competition being better than you in bed, in conversations, at kissing, at everything?”
“Just know you are the best,” Holly always came off sounding self-assured, but we all knew her well enough to not be fooled by her shield of bitchyness.
“No woman is truly going to have that attitude without the man leaving all his other women to only have her in his life,” Kate said. “It is beyond our character. We need to be told and shown what we want to believe before we honestly convince our minds.”
“Sadly, I have to agree,” I said. “Women talk strong all the time, but it really is just a pep-talk to themselves and nothing more than a lie.”
They all shook their heads in agreement, and we all knew it was true. Women lie about being fine and over guys all the time, and then go shut themselves in their bedroom and cry until they finally breakdown and call the guy then hate themselves for it later. Worse case scenario, they call the ex-lover and confess how miserable they are without him. Doesn’t sound like the fine and over him woman who had lunch with her girls a few hours earlier.
“I don’t know why I am upset about it,” Jackie said. “It isn’t like I loved Joe or don’t have someone to replace him. It is just the thought of him not even caring that we are over. Seriously, he just kind of shrugged and said, ‘ok, well whatever.’ No emotion at all!”
“I’m sure he expected a breakup to come at some point and was prepared for it,” I told her. “It isn’t necessarily a sign that he was playing you, just that he was prepared to get played. You know how some girls have accepted to simply be pawns in the relationship game and are fine with that, some guys are surely to be the same. They are just happy to get laid from time to time and still be in the game.”
“But Joe is hot,” Jackie said. “I’m sure he could sleep with girls whenever he wants. When I think about those who are just happy to be in the game, I think of balding accountants or computer geeks.”
“I dated an accountant once,” Holly said, and all I could think is ‘this should be interesting.’ “He was always on a schedule. He scheduled phone calls, dinner, sex, everything. And you all know me, totally not a schedule person. I hated it. I am all about being spontaneous, and there is nothing hot about sex when it has a set time and place. Needless to say that didn’t last, and I had to ask him when I could schedule our breakup. He didn’t find that as funny as I did.”
I just rolled my eyes and shook my head at Holly. “So what are you going to do?” I asked turning back to Jackie. “Do you want to stay with Joe now?”
“Well I called him last night and told him I really regretted kissing Nelson and only want to be with him,” Jackie kept her eyes done and picked at the vegetables in her calzone. “But he said that he didn’t think it was a good idea and wants to go out with other girls. So I told him I could do better and be better and make him happy. To which he just said, 'it's ok, let's just move on'.”
“What? That doesn’t sound like you at all!” Kate said. “You never get upset or have trouble moving on.”
“I know! I hate feeling this way and I hate myself for letting him know that I am upset and want him back.” Jackie said. “I gave him complete control of the situation and made a complete fool out of myself. I just don’t want to think that he opted for something better than me.”
“No one likes to be replaced, but you just have to move on and replace him,” I said, “and in case you have forgotten, you did that before you even broke up with Joe.”
“I know you are right,” Jackie sighed. “I just hope whatever skank he is with now sucks in bed.”
My Calzones
2 cans refrigerated crescent rolls
1 small jar spaghetti sauce
1 small can mushrooms
½ c. green bell pepper
½ c. chopped onion
½ c. sliced Canadian bacon
¼ c. black olives
½ c. mozzarella cheese
Grated parmesan cheese
Preheat oven to 350 degrees and grease a large cookie sheet. Unroll crescents on sheet and place the long edges of two triangles together. Press the long edges together. Spread equal amounts of spaghetti sauce on each side of the crescent. Sprinkle Mozzarella cheese on one half of the crescent along with veggies and meat. Top off by sprinkling parmesan cheese on top. Fold over the crescent half with nothing but sauce on it and press all edges together. Bake about 20 minutes or until golden brown. Delicious! Yields 8 calzones.
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Monday, August 18, 2008
Space and Spaghetti
“When you’ve been single as long as I have you get used to having your space,” I explained to Kate. “I wake up, go workout, go to work, come home and go out with my friends. I give very little consideration to anyone else’s schedule or how mine is going to affect them.”
“That must be nice,” She responded, cutting up her noodles to keep from having to slurp them up and make a mess. “It seems that I live by everyone else’s schedule but my own now days.”
“Well I am never going to put a man before myself,” said Holly, tossing in her two cents. “My time is every bit if not more important than his, and if he can’t handle that then he can’t handle me.”
“Oh you say that now, but someone will come along to change your ways,” Kate told her.
“Highly doubt it. I am pretty set in my ways.”
“My point was that I am having a hard time adjusting to saving a large amount of time for Blake,” I tried to get the conversation back on target. “I love spending time with him, but geez, it seems like I don’t ever get to see my friends or have alone time any more. You know just go shop for a few hours or read a book alone. I don’t do that very often, but every once in a while it is a necessity of my sanity.”
“Well I don’t have any advice for you there. I have problems making time for the current guy because I am too busy looking for the next one.” Jackie was always brutally honest about everything, including her love life. “Unless the sex is good, and then I can always make time for that.”
“Yes, but I would like for Blake and my relationship to be based on more than sex,” I responded. “I know it may be a little hard for you to believe, but sometimes we just talk and laugh in bed, with our clothes on.”
“Oh my gosh! What for?” Jackie exclaimed, with a horrible look on her face. “Come on, give me a break. I look for qualities besides a good shag.”
“Yeah, like a hot body,” Holly said, dipping her French bread in her sauce.
“No,” Jackie snarled at her. “Like a good dancer, if they can move on the floor then surely they can move off,” she said, laughing and slurping up a noodle.
“Seriously though, Lex, I think your situation will work itself out. If you like him as much as it is going to take and enjoy spending time with him, then you will find yourself making time for Blake and not minding the sacrifices.” Kate always has solid advice with life experience behind it, for most of my problems anyway.
“I guess you are right, as long as I still get my two nights a month with you guys.”
“I know it took me a while to adjust,” Kim chimed in, “and sometimes I still need my own space, a night to myself. Brian can tell when I am having a night like that, though, and stays at his place. I am pretty sure I turn into a bitch when those nights come around and he’d rather be away from me, and sometimes he needs his space, too.”
“I know I get bitchy if I don’t have my alone, thinking, Lex time. I am pretty sure I am going to always need it, even if it goes from being an entire evening to a couple of hours.”
“I just don’t know why you’d ever sacrifice your own time for a man,” Holly said, shaking her head and spooning out some tiramisu. “I haven’t met a guy worth that yet, and if he thinks I am going to miss Macy’s shoe sale to go watch him play golf, I think I may show him where his driver really belongs.”
I looked at Kim and rolled my eyes. “That’s your problem. You haven’t met a guy worth it yet,” Kim told her, “but you will, and you will pass up strappy stilettos. Just wait.”
“Not if they’re deep red, no way.”
“Well, I think I am just going to go with the flow with Blake,” I told them. “I’m lucky he isn’t pushy and overbearing. He is cool with me doing my own thing, and seems to always drop what he’s doing to make time for me. I guess the least I can do is miss a shoe sale here and there for him.”
Jackie’s Spaghetti Sauce
1 large can fire roasted tomatoes
1 lb. ground lean hamburger meat
½ c. chopped onion
½ c. chopped green bell pepper
½ c. sliced mushrooms
1 clove garlic (minced)
½ tsp. Italian seasoning
¼ tsp. oregano
Salt and pepper
Brown meat with onion, garlic, and bell pepper. Salt and pepper to taste and add other seaonings. Stir in tomatoes and mushrooms and let simmer at least 20 minutes. Serve with favorite noodles (We use Angel Hair), French bread, wine, and tiramisu.
“That must be nice,” She responded, cutting up her noodles to keep from having to slurp them up and make a mess. “It seems that I live by everyone else’s schedule but my own now days.”
“Well I am never going to put a man before myself,” said Holly, tossing in her two cents. “My time is every bit if not more important than his, and if he can’t handle that then he can’t handle me.”
“Oh you say that now, but someone will come along to change your ways,” Kate told her.
“Highly doubt it. I am pretty set in my ways.”
“My point was that I am having a hard time adjusting to saving a large amount of time for Blake,” I tried to get the conversation back on target. “I love spending time with him, but geez, it seems like I don’t ever get to see my friends or have alone time any more. You know just go shop for a few hours or read a book alone. I don’t do that very often, but every once in a while it is a necessity of my sanity.”
“Well I don’t have any advice for you there. I have problems making time for the current guy because I am too busy looking for the next one.” Jackie was always brutally honest about everything, including her love life. “Unless the sex is good, and then I can always make time for that.”
“Yes, but I would like for Blake and my relationship to be based on more than sex,” I responded. “I know it may be a little hard for you to believe, but sometimes we just talk and laugh in bed, with our clothes on.”
“Oh my gosh! What for?” Jackie exclaimed, with a horrible look on her face. “Come on, give me a break. I look for qualities besides a good shag.”
“Yeah, like a hot body,” Holly said, dipping her French bread in her sauce.
“No,” Jackie snarled at her. “Like a good dancer, if they can move on the floor then surely they can move off,” she said, laughing and slurping up a noodle.
“Seriously though, Lex, I think your situation will work itself out. If you like him as much as it is going to take and enjoy spending time with him, then you will find yourself making time for Blake and not minding the sacrifices.” Kate always has solid advice with life experience behind it, for most of my problems anyway.
“I guess you are right, as long as I still get my two nights a month with you guys.”
“I know it took me a while to adjust,” Kim chimed in, “and sometimes I still need my own space, a night to myself. Brian can tell when I am having a night like that, though, and stays at his place. I am pretty sure I turn into a bitch when those nights come around and he’d rather be away from me, and sometimes he needs his space, too.”
“I know I get bitchy if I don’t have my alone, thinking, Lex time. I am pretty sure I am going to always need it, even if it goes from being an entire evening to a couple of hours.”
“I just don’t know why you’d ever sacrifice your own time for a man,” Holly said, shaking her head and spooning out some tiramisu. “I haven’t met a guy worth that yet, and if he thinks I am going to miss Macy’s shoe sale to go watch him play golf, I think I may show him where his driver really belongs.”
I looked at Kim and rolled my eyes. “That’s your problem. You haven’t met a guy worth it yet,” Kim told her, “but you will, and you will pass up strappy stilettos. Just wait.”
“Not if they’re deep red, no way.”
“Well, I think I am just going to go with the flow with Blake,” I told them. “I’m lucky he isn’t pushy and overbearing. He is cool with me doing my own thing, and seems to always drop what he’s doing to make time for me. I guess the least I can do is miss a shoe sale here and there for him.”
Jackie’s Spaghetti Sauce
1 large can fire roasted tomatoes
1 lb. ground lean hamburger meat
½ c. chopped onion
½ c. chopped green bell pepper
½ c. sliced mushrooms
1 clove garlic (minced)
½ tsp. Italian seasoning
¼ tsp. oregano
Salt and pepper
Brown meat with onion, garlic, and bell pepper. Salt and pepper to taste and add other seaonings. Stir in tomatoes and mushrooms and let simmer at least 20 minutes. Serve with favorite noodles (We use Angel Hair), French bread, wine, and tiramisu.
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Commitment and Casserole
“I just don’t think we’ll ever get married,” Kim said sticking a fork full of enchilada casserole in her mouth.
She has been dating Brian for five years now and they’ve talked about getting engaged for three of them.
“Lay off of him,” Kate said, “and he’ll do it when you least expect it. He isn’t going to pop the question when you keep nagging him about it. He wants it to be his idea and special, not something that you told him to do.”
“Maybe he doesn’t want to get married,” said Holly, earning a ‘shut-up’ look from all of us. “Well, sorry, but he just doesn’t seem ready to me.”
“It has been FIVE freaking years!” Kim yelled, slamming down her plate. “How much time does he need to realize that we are meant to be together?”
“I agree with Kate,” I told her. “Brian’s a sincere guy and will want you to be surprised and impressed. He’s not just going to say ‘ok, fine, then let’s get married’ during one of your arguments about it. Just back off some, and then he’ll be more likely to do it.”
“Do you have any idea how hard that will be? I mean what if he just takes it as a sign that I don’t care anymore and forgets about it?”
“He won’t forget about it,” Kate rolled her eyes, “Goodness, it isn’t like he is entirely oblivious to your relationship status. I mean I am sure he realizes how long you two have been together and that you are the one for him. Maybe he is just waiting until he is completely steady financially. A lot of guys are like that.”
“Whatever, but he should know that I don’t care about that and will help out with money.”
“I’m sure he does, but it is more of a pride thing for guys,” I said, dipping a spoonful of salsa on my enchiladas. “You know, to be the provider. Brian is pretty traditional like that too.”
“Maybe you’re right. I just don’t see the point in dragging it out any longer. I am sick of waiting and his whole policy of not moving in together until we are married is about to kill me.”
“That’s what I mean, traditional.”
“He practically stays at may place every night, what is the point of paying rent on two places and throwing that money away when we just use one apartment.” Kim said.
“I dated a guy who didn’t believe in moving in together until after marriage,” Jackie said. “His explanation for it was that marriage had to have some surprises and newness to it. Evidently though, he didn’t think that sex needed waiting on.”
“I agree that marriage needs to be different than being engaged, and waiting to live together is certainly a way of making that happen,” Kate chimed in, “but I also think that both people need to be fully dedicated to it and not feel pressured in anyway.”
“Wow, what a subtle hint,” said Kim, popping a stick of gum in her mouth and twisting the wrapper around her left hand ring finger.
“Well, it is true. Great things come to those who wait.”
“Oh, give me a break.” Kim told her, holding up her hand to admire her ring. “That was before text messaging and blackberries.”
Kim’s Enchilada Casserole
1 lb. ground, lean hamburger meat
½ c chopped onion
1 can refried beans
12 soft corn tortillas
1 large can green enchilada sauce
1 cup grated cheese (she uses cheddar)
Salt, pepper, seasoning salt, camino
Salsa
Preheat oven to 350. Brown hamburger meat and onion, season with salt, pepper, seasoning salt, and camino. Mix in about ¼ of the enchilada sauce to the meat. Spread each corn tortilla with equal amount of refried beans and add a couple of spoonfuls of meat mixture to each. Roll up and place in greased baking dish. Cover all enchiladas with remaining green sauce and cover with cheese. Bake until cheese bubbles. Serve with salsa and corn chips.
She has been dating Brian for five years now and they’ve talked about getting engaged for three of them.
“Lay off of him,” Kate said, “and he’ll do it when you least expect it. He isn’t going to pop the question when you keep nagging him about it. He wants it to be his idea and special, not something that you told him to do.”
“Maybe he doesn’t want to get married,” said Holly, earning a ‘shut-up’ look from all of us. “Well, sorry, but he just doesn’t seem ready to me.”
“It has been FIVE freaking years!” Kim yelled, slamming down her plate. “How much time does he need to realize that we are meant to be together?”
“I agree with Kate,” I told her. “Brian’s a sincere guy and will want you to be surprised and impressed. He’s not just going to say ‘ok, fine, then let’s get married’ during one of your arguments about it. Just back off some, and then he’ll be more likely to do it.”
“Do you have any idea how hard that will be? I mean what if he just takes it as a sign that I don’t care anymore and forgets about it?”
“He won’t forget about it,” Kate rolled her eyes, “Goodness, it isn’t like he is entirely oblivious to your relationship status. I mean I am sure he realizes how long you two have been together and that you are the one for him. Maybe he is just waiting until he is completely steady financially. A lot of guys are like that.”
“Whatever, but he should know that I don’t care about that and will help out with money.”
“I’m sure he does, but it is more of a pride thing for guys,” I said, dipping a spoonful of salsa on my enchiladas. “You know, to be the provider. Brian is pretty traditional like that too.”
“Maybe you’re right. I just don’t see the point in dragging it out any longer. I am sick of waiting and his whole policy of not moving in together until we are married is about to kill me.”
“That’s what I mean, traditional.”
“He practically stays at may place every night, what is the point of paying rent on two places and throwing that money away when we just use one apartment.” Kim said.
“I dated a guy who didn’t believe in moving in together until after marriage,” Jackie said. “His explanation for it was that marriage had to have some surprises and newness to it. Evidently though, he didn’t think that sex needed waiting on.”
“I agree that marriage needs to be different than being engaged, and waiting to live together is certainly a way of making that happen,” Kate chimed in, “but I also think that both people need to be fully dedicated to it and not feel pressured in anyway.”
“Wow, what a subtle hint,” said Kim, popping a stick of gum in her mouth and twisting the wrapper around her left hand ring finger.
“Well, it is true. Great things come to those who wait.”
“Oh, give me a break.” Kim told her, holding up her hand to admire her ring. “That was before text messaging and blackberries.”
Kim’s Enchilada Casserole
1 lb. ground, lean hamburger meat
½ c chopped onion
1 can refried beans
12 soft corn tortillas
1 large can green enchilada sauce
1 cup grated cheese (she uses cheddar)
Salt, pepper, seasoning salt, camino
Salsa
Preheat oven to 350. Brown hamburger meat and onion, season with salt, pepper, seasoning salt, and camino. Mix in about ¼ of the enchilada sauce to the meat. Spread each corn tortilla with equal amount of refried beans and add a couple of spoonfuls of meat mixture to each. Roll up and place in greased baking dish. Cover all enchiladas with remaining green sauce and cover with cheese. Bake until cheese bubbles. Serve with salsa and corn chips.
Pasta and Playboys
Dinner was at Holly’s house this week. She lives in the older part of town where families occupy the majority of the homes and yards are more established with large trees and lush grass. Holly’s house is one of the smaller ones on her block, with a bright red door and full flowerbeds that display her love of color.
She had made one of our favorite recipes of hers, chicken pasta salad with homemade breadsticks. Holly was not much of a cook, coming from a family who heavily relied on take-out, but she mastered the few things that she did make, and we all made sure to generously compliment her meals to enhance what little confidence she had in her cooking.
“So I got rid of Drake last week,” said Jackie, biting into a bread stick. “Turns out that he seemed to find his way into Shandra Jackson’s bed on nights that I wouldn’t let him stay over.”
“Well she does have an open door policy for her bedroom, from what I hear,” replied Kim. “Drake was too full of his self anyway, Jackie. I mean honestly, do you want to be with someone who spends more time on their hair than you do?”
“Of course not, but you have to admit that he was nice to look at, with or without clothes.”
“Give me a break,” added Holly, sticking a fork full of rotini in her mouth. “That boy had playboy written all over him. They all look the same. Dark skin, probably from a tanning bed, ruffled hair, tall and slim physique, scruffy but nice clothes, they can be picked out of any crowd.”
“Of course they can, but it sure doesn’t keep me from being attracted to them,” Jackie defended. “Besides, I knew it wouldn’t last. It was a fun fling. I just wish it wouldn’t have ended with him in Shandra’s bed.”
“Did you ask him about it?” I asked, knowing that she had but wanting to hear what his explanation was more than anything.
“Of course I did and do you know what his response was?”
I shook my head and hid my smile, anticipating a stupid explanation that seemed perfectly legit to the male mind.
“He said ‘Baby you know I love having you on my arm and showing you off, Shandra is just a good screw when you are too busy to sleep with me yourself.’ Can you believe that! And the saddest part is that he truly believed he was doing it as a way to somehow help me out. Like getting a maid to clean my house while I am at work all day. What an ass.”
I couldn’t hold my smile back any longer and let out a complete laugh that seemed to catch on throughout the group.
“That’s just how they think,” Holly said. “Sex is a necessity to them and they are bound and determined to get it one way or another. He thought you were busy and didn’t want to nag and bother you about staying when you had to get up early the next morning, so he went and got his goodies somewhere else to save you the time and trouble. Geez, what a thoughtful guy.”
“Well, I am not just going to be someone’s arm candy, that’s for sure,” said Jackie. “If I look good enough for him to flaunt around then I should be good enough for him to keep his pants on and stay faithful.”
“So what did you tell him?” asked Kate, scooping up the last bite of pasta out of her bowl.
Jackie scooted up in her chair, smirking in way that showed she was proud of her words. “I told him that I completely understand and never expected someone like him to have enough depth to consider a relationship to be anything but physical. I said that Shandra was a good match for him, being that she considers guys to exist for no other reason than fulfilling her pleasures and has no intentions of emotional connection, much like his self. I see him being single for a very long time, and while I am not in a hurry to get married, I am looking for Mr. Right and I just don’t see him as being the type to jump in another woman’s bed anytime mine is not available.”
“Good response,” Kim said. “Too bad he is too stupid to really get it.”
“I think he understood the sarcasms and meaning of it better than I thought he would. The best part is that he didn’t have a reply for it and just said ‘Well, ok then’ and turned around and walked off. I couldn’t help but laugh to myself as I watched his fine ass walk away with his tail between his legs. Sometimes it feels so good to humble arrogant bastards.”
Holly’s Chicken Pasta Salad:
2 grilled chicken breast (sliced)
8 oz rotini pasta
1 medium zucchini
1 medium squash
1 c sliced mushrooms
½ c chopped red bell pepper
½ c purple onion
½ c sun-dried tomatoes
½ c black olives
1 c Italian dressing
A dash of garlic powder and black pepper
Red pepper flakes and parmesan cheese for topping
Mix all ingredients and refrigerator until chilled.
She had made one of our favorite recipes of hers, chicken pasta salad with homemade breadsticks. Holly was not much of a cook, coming from a family who heavily relied on take-out, but she mastered the few things that she did make, and we all made sure to generously compliment her meals to enhance what little confidence she had in her cooking.
“So I got rid of Drake last week,” said Jackie, biting into a bread stick. “Turns out that he seemed to find his way into Shandra Jackson’s bed on nights that I wouldn’t let him stay over.”
“Well she does have an open door policy for her bedroom, from what I hear,” replied Kim. “Drake was too full of his self anyway, Jackie. I mean honestly, do you want to be with someone who spends more time on their hair than you do?”
“Of course not, but you have to admit that he was nice to look at, with or without clothes.”
“Give me a break,” added Holly, sticking a fork full of rotini in her mouth. “That boy had playboy written all over him. They all look the same. Dark skin, probably from a tanning bed, ruffled hair, tall and slim physique, scruffy but nice clothes, they can be picked out of any crowd.”
“Of course they can, but it sure doesn’t keep me from being attracted to them,” Jackie defended. “Besides, I knew it wouldn’t last. It was a fun fling. I just wish it wouldn’t have ended with him in Shandra’s bed.”
“Did you ask him about it?” I asked, knowing that she had but wanting to hear what his explanation was more than anything.
“Of course I did and do you know what his response was?”
I shook my head and hid my smile, anticipating a stupid explanation that seemed perfectly legit to the male mind.
“He said ‘Baby you know I love having you on my arm and showing you off, Shandra is just a good screw when you are too busy to sleep with me yourself.’ Can you believe that! And the saddest part is that he truly believed he was doing it as a way to somehow help me out. Like getting a maid to clean my house while I am at work all day. What an ass.”
I couldn’t hold my smile back any longer and let out a complete laugh that seemed to catch on throughout the group.
“That’s just how they think,” Holly said. “Sex is a necessity to them and they are bound and determined to get it one way or another. He thought you were busy and didn’t want to nag and bother you about staying when you had to get up early the next morning, so he went and got his goodies somewhere else to save you the time and trouble. Geez, what a thoughtful guy.”
“Well, I am not just going to be someone’s arm candy, that’s for sure,” said Jackie. “If I look good enough for him to flaunt around then I should be good enough for him to keep his pants on and stay faithful.”
“So what did you tell him?” asked Kate, scooping up the last bite of pasta out of her bowl.
Jackie scooted up in her chair, smirking in way that showed she was proud of her words. “I told him that I completely understand and never expected someone like him to have enough depth to consider a relationship to be anything but physical. I said that Shandra was a good match for him, being that she considers guys to exist for no other reason than fulfilling her pleasures and has no intentions of emotional connection, much like his self. I see him being single for a very long time, and while I am not in a hurry to get married, I am looking for Mr. Right and I just don’t see him as being the type to jump in another woman’s bed anytime mine is not available.”
“Good response,” Kim said. “Too bad he is too stupid to really get it.”
“I think he understood the sarcasms and meaning of it better than I thought he would. The best part is that he didn’t have a reply for it and just said ‘Well, ok then’ and turned around and walked off. I couldn’t help but laugh to myself as I watched his fine ass walk away with his tail between his legs. Sometimes it feels so good to humble arrogant bastards.”
Holly’s Chicken Pasta Salad:
2 grilled chicken breast (sliced)
8 oz rotini pasta
1 medium zucchini
1 medium squash
1 c sliced mushrooms
½ c chopped red bell pepper
½ c purple onion
½ c sun-dried tomatoes
½ c black olives
1 c Italian dressing
A dash of garlic powder and black pepper
Red pepper flakes and parmesan cheese for topping
Mix all ingredients and refrigerator until chilled.
The Dinner Club- Meet the Cast
So I have this group of five girlfriends that meet up twice a month for supper and hash out all that is weighing on our minds. The tradition started while we were all in grad school, and we’ve tried our best to keep it up ever since. While we are similar in certain ways, we certainly possess enough contrasting characteristics and life styles to keep conversations interesting.
I’ll start with Kim, a no-nonsense ballet instructor who has been dating the same guy for five years and is now so eager for an engagement ring that she would take one out of Cracker Jack’s box. She’s high drama, maybe a little spoiled, and very assertive.
Holly, a second grade teacher, has only dated two guys her whole life, which both ended badly, and now has a pretty scum outlook on men in general. She is never surprised when a jerk doesn’t call back or pulls the ‘I’m just not ready for a relationship’ line. Unfortunately, she looks at the occasional sweet actions of men as a fluke and spur of the moment reaction rather than a well thought out, heartfelt gesture.
Jackie is a twenty-six year old baker who has made a name for herself in the city for her modern and massive wedding cakes. She dates according to her mood, meaning she hops around from business man to cowboy to musician, whatever she feels like and interests her at the moment. Rarely do they last more than a couple of weeks (if that) and rarely is she disappointed if they don’t work out.
Kate is a stay at home mom, married to a fireman, and embodies the hope that all men have good in them. She has a non-existent temper but will argue any point that she doesn’t agree with. Kate probably enjoys the dinners more than any of us, mainly because it gets her out of the house and into what she considers to feel like a TV reality show packed full of drama.
Then there is me, an artist and event coordinator, or as Kim says ‘party-planner’. I’ve had one relationship that lasted over two years and have dated several guys since yet always stay within my type. I have now, however, been dating the same guy for about five months and so far so good.
Now that you have been introduced to all of us maybe you will better understand our conversations and arguments. Topics tend to vary quiet drastically, but it seems that we always end up talking about what probably all women end up talking about when they get together, men.
I’ll start with Kim, a no-nonsense ballet instructor who has been dating the same guy for five years and is now so eager for an engagement ring that she would take one out of Cracker Jack’s box. She’s high drama, maybe a little spoiled, and very assertive.
Holly, a second grade teacher, has only dated two guys her whole life, which both ended badly, and now has a pretty scum outlook on men in general. She is never surprised when a jerk doesn’t call back or pulls the ‘I’m just not ready for a relationship’ line. Unfortunately, she looks at the occasional sweet actions of men as a fluke and spur of the moment reaction rather than a well thought out, heartfelt gesture.
Jackie is a twenty-six year old baker who has made a name for herself in the city for her modern and massive wedding cakes. She dates according to her mood, meaning she hops around from business man to cowboy to musician, whatever she feels like and interests her at the moment. Rarely do they last more than a couple of weeks (if that) and rarely is she disappointed if they don’t work out.
Kate is a stay at home mom, married to a fireman, and embodies the hope that all men have good in them. She has a non-existent temper but will argue any point that she doesn’t agree with. Kate probably enjoys the dinners more than any of us, mainly because it gets her out of the house and into what she considers to feel like a TV reality show packed full of drama.
Then there is me, an artist and event coordinator, or as Kim says ‘party-planner’. I’ve had one relationship that lasted over two years and have dated several guys since yet always stay within my type. I have now, however, been dating the same guy for about five months and so far so good.
Now that you have been introduced to all of us maybe you will better understand our conversations and arguments. Topics tend to vary quiet drastically, but it seems that we always end up talking about what probably all women end up talking about when they get together, men.
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