Adventures in Dating: Gigi – Part XXX

The Second Half of Christmas

As Gigi’s twelve days of Christmas drew to a close, she couldn’t help wondering what lay ahead for her. It had been quite a year, 2009, not as heart breaking as 2008 had been, with the unforgettable David, but still filled with ever so much disappointment in the male department. As she kept notes on everything that happened each day, Gigi realized just how much fun writing a blog website would be, just like the one in the recent and true movie “Julie/Julia” in which the main character writes something every day about her cooking experiences. Gigi could do that. She could write about her feelings on dating or lack there of. Gigi never lacked for words. At times she might not feel like writing, but she never lacked for words!! Especially with the help of Helen, Brie, and her other girls, and sometimes even her male friends. Gigi’s life on a blog!! What next?

Gigi’s last chapter had ended with the sixth day of Christmas, when Gigi celebrated New Year’s Eve with Helen. After more than 4,000 words on just six days, Gigi had decided it was either keep writing until 5 AM and reaching 8,000 words, or divide the chapter in two. Being rather sleepy and having to work the next day, Gigi had decided to split it in two. Now she ended up being more than a week late with the next chapter, because life had happened to Gigi as it so often does, bringing more drama and trauma into her life. However, you will have to wait and read about that in her blog, once it is up and running.

So on the seventh day of Christmas, Gigi and Helen had had it with men, and had decided to stay home and watch romantic chick flicks, where at least they could see a happy ending on the television screen, one that seemed to be forever denied to them in real life. They watched some wonderful romantic comedies where the girl gets the guy, after only a minimal amount of trouble, and with barely any pain or suffering (they purposely avoided sad movies in which one of the characters dies).

Now throughout the movies, Gigi was texting on her Iphone, that is never far from her hand, much to Helen’s disgust as she threatened to set it on fire. Well, really!! It IS research remember, and Gigi considers herself very multitasked… she can cook, talk on the phone, email, and text all at the same time, so why can’t she watch a movie while texting? Especially if the men texting her were new possibilities just recently met. Her first text was from the cute Middle Eastern guy that she had met on New Year’s Eve. God, she cannot even remember his name now. That’s how short a time he lasted in her life. Gigi hadn’t really expected to hear from him. Yet here he was texting her just one day later, saying how much he’d enjoyed meeting her. And all that they had really done was get hot dogs together from the free food offered that night, and mention how hungry they were, and how wonderful it was to get free food. They had talked a bit about Spain, and how he was dying to go there, and had then exchanged numbers.

They began to text back and forth, and he told her immediately how sexy she was, so Gigi knew right away that he was not interested in a girlfriend, but in just plain booty, and since there was an all too recent booty recession in her life, she joined in the fun. He told her that he loved being tied up. Really? That’s how you start a booty relationship? One where she’d have to do all the work? Hmmm… Gigi told him that she’d never heard that one before, and that apart from a few handcuffs and silken ties experiences, she’d never really done the tying up thing… although she once did get this website sent to her on Japanese sexual rope tying that… oh, but that’s for another chapter.

The first movie was almost over, and Helen wanted to go to the hot tub in her apartment complex, so Gigi told nameless rope guy that she was going to go in the hot tub with her friend. Now you’d think this would have filled him with enough fantasies to keep him going for an hour or two, but no. I guess he was into immediate (and I mean immediate!!) satisfaction, because when Gigi told him she’d be right back and would text when she was done, he texted two words: “Don’t bother” (ok technically three words but the “not” is blended with the “Do”). “Don’t bother?” thought Gigi, as it took her a while to figure out that he meant that she shouldn’t bother texting him back. Ever. Can we all say “WTF” together? Why did he start a sex text and then run away before it got good? Gigi had to have the last word, or text. She told him that it was his loss, that she would find someone else to tie up with all the wonderful implements she’d recently bought from that Japanese website. And she deleted him immediately and never heard from him again.

Gigi shook her head in amazement. It seems as though some men (I really don’t want to generalize and include ALL men) can’t even take the time to get to know someone in order to indulge in casual booty. They run away at once if their needs are not immediately met. That was a strange night, as she soon received a face book message from some guy who’d recently sent her a text on one of the dating sites on her Iphone. She hadn’t answered him because he was in California. He’d found her on face book, and she accepted his request, thinking it would be fun to talk to a cute hottie. Well, she just wanted to talk to him because he was too far away for anything else. He sent her a chat request, and wanted to get down and dirty from the get go. Now Gigi can text while watching a movie, but online sex should be done alone, and not with one’s girlfriend sitting in front of her.

When she told him that she just didn’t jump into sex chats with total strangers who lived way too far away to fulfill even one of her many needs, he went off in a huff and deleted her off his face book, before she could even say “Jack Rabbit” (Why do we say Jack Rabbit, by the way?). Good gosh. Can’t men take the time to get to know a woman at all? Not even in a casual way? What is this technological world coming to? Everything has to be immediate or people lose interest. Gigi’s toys were sounding better and better these days, as a way to avoid all the bullshit.

Now the night didn’t only have losers wasting her time. Gigi had been talking on the internet with two guys for the past few weeks. One was a gorgeous African American actor/pharmacist named Barry. Now Gigi being the new and improved and slightly cynical Gigi, had googled him, and had soon found out that he really was an actor. Oh the internet, and its resources. Women should use it more often to try and investigate the men they meet. There are websites that can give you a lot of information, some for free, and some by paying, which Gigi thinks would be worth every penny, if it could help her avoid downright losers.

Barry had had a few teeny tiny bit roles (mostly walk ons), on several movies and television shows. He sent the you tube clips to Gigi, and it was fun to watch them. He looked just like Morris Chestnut, and had such a charisma and stage presence. Now Gigi had always had that list of top five actors that she’d love to “meet” let’s say. Maybe she could finally get herself an actor. They joked back and forth on how he could replace Morris Chestnut, Mekhi Pfeiffer, Idris Alba, Shemar Moore, and Denzel Washington. They arranged to go out on a date soon. Date schmate. We all know just what it would be, but at least it was honest and no lies about marital status or wanting a serious relationship.

The other man texting Gigi that night was John II, with whom she’d had a hilarious afternoon not long ago, when an unknown number had texted her and she’d thought it was John I, her Gentle Giant who fell asleep on her, and then she’d found out it was a different John from the same dating website whom she’d not yet met. This John and Gigi had been communicating back and forth since November, and she liked the thought of him for many reasons. He was a dedicated father raising his children on his own. He seemed very responsible and trustworthy. He was also African American, and very good looking, with this sultry look that matched Gigi’s. And he had just as many sultry photos of himself as she did, so they began exchanging them back and forth, slowly sending more and more daring ones as the night went by… mmm mmm mmm. Gigi made a mental note to put him on her to do list as soon as possible.

On the eighth day of Christmas, Gigi took Helen salsa dancing. Well, to the club at least. It was lacking in men to dance with. It was girls’ night out, and Gigi took Helen to meet Kelly for the first time. She’d met Susan once before, a long time ago, before Gigi and Helen began to write a book together. It was time for all her girls to meet. Now remember that Gigi went salsa dancing with Kelly and Susan, but disco dancing and men and book researching with Helen. It was wonderful having different girl friends to do different things with. The day had begun with some shopping and makeovers, and then a dinner out at a Cuban restaurant. When the salsa club wasn’t as much fun as normal, being rather empty, Gigi and Helen decided to try their true and tried Boogie Fever. And they spent all night thinking that they had just seen Tim, the cheating fiance. But he was probably off on his honeymoon. One of these days though, the girls will run into him, and then we’ll see who lets him have it first!! I think any judge in town would suspend all charges when told the sorry story.

Gigi and Helen danced together all night long, avoiding creepy men, and just flirting away with the not so creepy ones. They danced the last few songs with two normal looking white men, business types, who tried to get them to come to their hotel room with them. Gigi and Helen declined and left the club, followed by the two men not quite ready to give up yet. As they walked out of the club, the two men tried once again to convince Gigi and Helen to go home with them. They were showing off their moves. One of them even said that he was a salsa teacher…and a woman that Gigi and Helen didn’t even know yelled, “Bullshit!! Show us your moves… bullshit!!” Finally!! They had found their bullshit detector and didn’t even have to pay for it… not that Gigi and Helen would have fallen for these two, obviously trying to pick up two women in the last few minutes of the club. No way would Gigi and Helen go to the hotel room of two men in town for business after the last week they had had. They kissed them goodbye on the cheeks, and walked off hand in hand, as Gigi proclaimed to the world that the only person there that she trusted was Helen!!

On the ninth day of Christmas, Gigi had had it with celibacy. It was already the New Year and still no booty. She was getting texts from men left and right, and just had to make her choice. First to text was Gentle Giant. God these men just keep coming back. He apologized profusely for having run away after falling asleep on her dinner, and getting mad that Gigi ate it with her girl friend. He told Gigi that he finally had his own place, and that he wanted to take Gigi out to make up for everything. In fact, he told Gigi that he wanted to see her “damn near every day next week.“ Gigi told him that she was ever so sorry, but that she had plans for that night, and that she’d see when she was free… if she was free to see him. She still hadn‘t made up her mind. He had been good that one or two times together. Gigi wasn’t sure if he was good enough to be given a second chance.

John II (as in not John I, the Gentle Giant), had been texting her every day. At first he’d said that he’d be very busy until the end of January, but as he and Gigi found out all the things they had in common (yes, mostly in their sexual likes and dislikes) those weeks were turning into just mere days. Still, Gigi liked the thought of John II, and didn’t want to rush into anything with him, just in case he had a chance to be something other than booty.

So she finally made her rather naughty plans, and enjoyed every minute of the three amazing hours spent with the stamina filled, charismatic actor-to-be Barry. If he ever becomes famous when he moves to New York, Gigi will have had him before any other star chaser does!! Their conversation for the past few weeks had been mainly about the local play he was currently in, and the book she was writing. Suddenly he offered her a “massage” whenever she wanted one. Gigi thought it was rather sweet that he had to use such euphemisms for booty. She’d love a massage, especially one that could go where her Nick the massage guy couldn’t go. Now Gigi had her sons at home, so her place wasn’t available. He said he didn’t want to go to his place (can we all say married or live-in girlfriend together now?). He offered to get a hotel room, and Gigi agreed. Oh god you might be thinking… why Gigi, why? HORNY!!! Can we be honest and agree that we all have those moments, when we just need it? Gigi has never lied about her needs, and her usual men (even her Le’Ro from past years) were letting her down by not giving her some safe, wonderful and well-known booty. Gigi had to find someone new.

So Gigi ran off to a hotel with a hot wanna be actor. It could have been worse. They had been texting for some time now. She had googled him and she had seen that he was legitimate. They had talked on the phone. And they first met in a coffee shop, and spent an hour just talking about everything and anything. Most importantly, Gigi gave all his information to Helen: his phone number, his license plate, his email address, his IMDB (internet movie data base) resume, and the hotel and room number they would be at. It would be the quickest arrest ever, if needed, and Gigi had never had any problems. She had her texts ready to show him if he did get nasty, so that he’d know he’d be busted if Helen didn’t hear from her soon.

Poor Helen though. She texted a few times that night, but Gigi and Barry were… otherwise occupied for three wonderful hours. Gigi did manage a quick “Everything is GREAT” text while Barry was performing his magic on her. Yes… Gigi even texts in the middle of sex!! Gigi did get her massage too, by the way. Now Gigi wouldn’t have minded making Barry into her number one booty provider, except for one teensy weensy little thing… he actually had the nerve to ask Gigi a few days later if she had any other girl friends who would like to get a “massage”!! Really? He didn’t ask to give Gigi another massage, and she had felt rather proud of herself for never contacting him after their night together. He was the one who contacted her asking for her friends. He continued to text her every now and then, but Gigi never fell for his hidden innuendoes… not offering more or asking for more. Gigi had decided one important thing this year. She would stop asking for attention from men who didn’t want it. From now she would let them chase her. She was going to stop doing the chasing.

On the tenth day of Christmas, Gigi went back to work. It was so hard getting up early for the first time in two weeks. I know. I know. Absolutely no sympathy from all you non teachers. If you only knew how demanding and draining teaching can be, and how teachers need all that time off, so as not to lose it and go ballistic!! Gigi didn’t have anything wildly exciting happen, except texts from Gentle Giant who again asked to see her every day…and then totally disappeared after being asked by Gigi what time he’d be free. Le’Ro was in town and wanted drinks with Gigi. But only drinks. And then he cancelled on her, when his son showed up in town. John II suddenly decided that the end of January was too far away, and could he please see her this very weekend, just days away. Oh the power of Gigi. Power at the beginning at least. Power she needs to learn how to leash and control better. This year will be Gigi’s year. I can feel it.

On the eleventh day of Christmas Gigi wished she could still sleep in, and wondered if it was time already for a call in sick day/mental health day, but decided it might not be such a good idea to call in sick just two days after school had started. She hated the first Tuesday of the month, with its mandatory school staff meeting that never had anything to do with her Spanish program. She wasn’t in charge of teaching reading, writing, and mathematics. God help the kids if she ever had to teach math!! So she sat in a corner of the room, and texted John II for near two hours, back and forth, deep down conversations on what they wanted from that ideal partner.

He said he wanted a girl friend, and not just casual. Heard before by Gigi, but she was still willing to give them the benefit of the doubt. He wanted a passionate partner, who could be both sweet and wild, and that he could be both sweet and wild with. Hmmm sounding too perfect now? That night he called Gigi and they were on the phone for another two hours, as he told her of his marriage (over for 3 years now) and how his ex lived in Texas (which could be both good and bad for Gigi), and of how he had been the responsible one in his family. He told Gigi he was a sound engineer in the music business, and worked and traveled a lot. Ok, not everything can be perfect. And of course, part of Gigi didn’t believe a word he said, and his name was so common and average that he was impossible to google.

And then came the twelfth day of Christmas when Gigi met John II. Gosh it sounds like she met the Pope. In a way she did say God’s name several times that night. That is all she will say on the subject of John II, and only those on her face book will have any clue what the next two weeks brought her. Because once again her chapter went over 4,000 words, and once again she had to work in the morning. This time she might even have someone rather special to see tonight… The rest of you will have to wait and read about him in chapter 31 which will go up, not on the literary website that has seen the first 30 chapters, but in Gigi and Helen’s blog, which was now a reality about to be let loose on an unsuspecting internet.

Gigi had written 30 chapters on her dating experiences that had so thoroughly confused her. 30!! Over 121,000 words!! And that didn’t even cover everything she had gone through and everyone she had met… not even close. She had started writing before the summer, and now it was the New Year. And in all those months, writing about the past 30 years (30 chapters, 30 years…weird), she had not found “the one” who would stay and live that happily ever after with her. Now she had reached her present days in her chapters and might soon, believe it or not, run out of things to write about. Although it did seem that each week still brought something or someone new to write about. She also could still go back in time and write about past men not yet mentioned, of which, yes, there are sadly lots more.

Gigi was beginning to realize that she had to make some big changes this year, changes that for now were just hovering on the very edge of her mind, too tentative and too huge to put into words just yet. Thoughts and actions and life style changes that she would explore day by day in her new blog. Maybe she could find the strength to finally avoid making those same mistakes, and falling for those same men. Maybe Gigi could live without men and dating… yes, and maybe pigs will learn how to fly and converse fluently in French. Yet stranger things have been known to happen. Gigi’s life is never stagnant or lacking in the appearance of men. It is getting them to stay that has always been the problem.

In fact, so much was happening in Gigi’s life that two weeks ago she’d been a day late posting one of her chapters, and a week late with the next one, her final chapter 30. I say final because that blog idea was actually a soon-to-be reality. Her Gigi chapters would no longer be posted weekly on the website that had seen the creation of her dating stories, which were soon joined by her friend Helen’s. The editor in charge of the website had asked when her series would end, and when told there was no end in sight, asked if she’d mind moving her series to her own blog, telling her that he would help her create it… her own blog? Yes please!! And he did… all pink and with hearts, and so totally Gigi, and soon to be appearing… so Gigi fans never fear, because “As long as there are men to date, there will be Gigi and Helen.” She was also so excited about her blog and all the directions it could go in, directions that she and Helen and even Brie had been brain storming for days now.

When she’d been late with her Gigi chapters, she’d had a few fans, like Elsie “jonesing” and others like Ana having “withdrawals.” A new found fan, Jenny had been sad to see Gigi stories ending, but was soon told that they weren’t ending, simply moving to a new time and space. Gees what will they ever do if Gigi finds a man to stay? She’d have to find some other stories to write for them to enjoy…maybe about her friends and their own bad luck. For now, Gigi was both excited about the new man in her life, and afraid to write about him in case it jinxed it.

It was very unlike her, but then again, until now she’d been writing about the past which was so much easier to do. She could think about it, get over it, and put it into perspective, before writing about it. At times, some men were harder to write about than others. She’d avoided writing about David for months. Niles had taken a lot out of her when writing too. It was getting harder and harder to find the comical side to her loser dates, and more difficult to find a sense of humor about what was going wrong with her life. Was Gigi growing up finally at age 43? Or was it just getting to the point where she couldn’t take one more disappointment? Time will tell. Of course, if you think about it, by now Gigi was writing her 30th chapter on her life, and maybe it was all hitting her… all those relationships going nowhere, all those lost hopes. Were her Gigi chapters coming to a close?

Would it be back to booty for Gigi? Believe it or not, she was actually turning down booty these days. She was beginning to realize that just plain booty with just anyone did not make her as happy as it used to. She was no longer texting her waiter… who needs booty that is over in fifteen minutes? She had turned down her Detroit police officer from a few years ago, because he was also booty that was over too quickly and not very memorable. She’d even turned down her racecar guy she’d met in the summer, not that he was quick, but because he wasn’t that memorable. Or was it that Gigi finally admitted that she wanted more than just booty?

What did the future hold for Gigi? She wasn’t enjoying the salsa clubs anymore, finding them boring because to dance salsa you needed a salsa partner, and they just were not available these days. Yet she still enjoyed her disco dancing nights, since one didn’t need a man for that, and was even going to give country music line dancing a chance… yes, Gigi is about to put on her fringe skirt and cowboy boots she bought years ago when spending her summers in cowboy Calgary town. All this and more will be discussed soon in Gigi and Helen’s blog of Adventures in Dating.

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