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I Don’t Go For That…


So I got an email this morning that I had received a private message on one of the sites I used to use. I hadn’t been on there for awhile, so I was kinda intrigued as to what it said.

I should have left well enough alone:

Hey there how are you doing? So this may be random but I am a traveling salesman who covers the whole Midwest. I live in KC area, but I cover Iowa and Missouri and Illinois. Anyway, I am going to be the Des Moines area on Tuesday and Wednesday night. I think your gorgeous and I think you seem like a really cool and down to earth person. I travel alone so it can get lonely on the road. Again I will be traveling to the Des Moines area on Tuesday Feb. 28 and Wednesday Feb. 29th. I would love to see you. Please text me asap at 913-375-xxxx if you are interested. Derek.

Is it just me, or does he sound like he’s responding to a Craigslist “Casual Encounters” ad?

“It can get lonely on the road.” I’ll have to remember that line…

See? I don’t necessarily find these guys.. they somehow find me!


Should have listened


This post is a follow-up to this one, so make sure you read that first!

Well I think I was right all along. My gut was telling me he wasn’t interested, but I let myself get talked out of it. I need to listen to my instincts, seriously! They’re usually spot on.

So the Tuesday after our date (meaning, the very next day), everything seemed to be pretty good. I
sent my usual “Good morning!” text and we kinda went from there like normal. I wasn’t really getting a
reading from him on how things were between us so by lunch time, I just flat out asked, “So, what did
you think of last night? Are you interested in going out again sometime?” You all know me. I am a fan
of the direct approach! He texts back, “I wouldn’t mind going out again and seeing where this goes.”

So everything is fine on Tuesday. Wednesday, he’s a little quieter, no biggie. Work and he has fireman
stuff to do every Wednesday night. Thursday, I don’t get much of anything. Friday, I get a “morning”
response to my wake-up message, and that’s it all day. Saturday, nothing. Sunday, I text him, “Hey, you
interested in getting together sometime this week before you leave town?” He says, “Sure. Have the
inspection this week so I’ll check my schedule and get back to you.” Does he ever get back to me? Nope.
So Saturday morning, the morning he was getting ready for his vacation, I sent, “Have a safe, fun trip!”
and I got back, “Thanks!”

And that’s it. I’ve given up. If he wants to hang out, he has my number. But I have this sneaking suspicion he won’t call or text me. So.. there you have it. Ball in his court, I’ve put forth enough effort.

Onto the next one.. wherever he may be. (FYI, if you know, please drop me a line. I’m running out of places to look.)

AND.. I have no idea why the formatting on this post is all messed up, but there you go.

Bye Bye Bachelor Number 1


So, quick update on the Blast From The Past guy.. The popular opinion is that I should just ignore him. I will do as the readers command! I haven’t emailed him back at all. (And a big THANK YOU to you all for not deciding on making me go on a date with him just for the story it would create. Although I know a certain SOMEONE *ahem* tried to skew the polls…)

Okay, so I decided to go on a date with Bachelor #1 last night. We had been texting for awhile and thought about meeting up a couple of times, but my schedule has been really hectic. And actually, I just got back from a business trip yesterday, but I agreed to dinner, because a girl’s gotta eat, right?

Yeah, I should have just kept canceling.

He was fairly short. I honestly might have been taller than he was, and I only stand 5’4. And his nails were filthy. Okay, I understand that blue collar guys make have a bit more rough hands, but seriously… they shouldn’t be black.

So we go to dinner and he’s quiet. Like dead quiet. And he keeps watching the Big 10 wrestling tournament on the TV over my shoulder. So much so, I actually turn around to see what he’s staring at. When we did have conversation, with one exception (which we’ll get to in a second), I started it and he pretty much responded with 1 word answers.

Me: So, what did you do today on your day off?
Him: Nothing.

Me: Any big plans for the weekend?
Him: Nope.

Me: So do you like wrestling? (Since he was watching it so much.)
Him: Kinda.
Me: What about basketball? (Since that was on the other TVs)
Him: Nah.
Me: Yeah, I’m more of a football fan.
Him: Me too. (Success! A 2 word answer!)

So when I finally got him talking, we had a really weird conversation.

Me: So you have 3 kids?
Him: Yep.
Me: How old are they?
Him: One is 18 and he lives in Missouri with his mother. I have 2 others, 9 and 5, and they live in Indianola (about 30 miles form here) with their mother.
Me: Oh, that’s not too far away. So do you get to see them often?
Me: Nope. Never.
Me: Oh.
(awkward silence)

The way he said “Nope. Never.” didn’t give me the sense that he was sad about it. It was more matter of fact. Almost like he was kinda ambivalent. Which was cemented in the next few sentences.

Him:Yeah, I pay, um… (he appeared to be counting in his head) about $325 a week in child support.
Me: Wow! That a bunch, but I guess you gotta do what you gotta do, right?
Me: Yeah. Its a necessary evil.

Supporting your 3 kids is a necessary evil? Yeah, CHECK PLEASE.

So remember when I said he actually started one conversation? Here it comes.

Him: So you don’t have any kids?
Me: Nope, none.
Him: How’d that happen? Why not?
Me: Uhhh well.. just not interested in being a single mother, and I havent found the person I want to start a family with.
Him: So how soon are you looking to have kids?
Me: Well, considering I’m single, not anytime soon.
Him: That’s a relief!
Me: Hahahah (Because I couldn’t think of anything else to say.
Him: 3 kids and two marriages are enough for me. I’m not looking to get into either of them again.

So there ya go. I was a little concerned beforehand when I found out that he has no contact with any of his immediate family, too. Like, for Christmas, he went to a friend’s house. You never know a family’s situation, I mean maybe something horrible went wrong, but its still odd. Especially since I’m so close to mine. But whatever.

BYE BYE, Bachelor #1!!

Enter Bachelor #5. Now THIS ONE sounds like a winner. Seriously:

Bachelor #5
Location: About 2 hours away
Profession: Elementary Teacher and Coach
In his own words: I am most passionate about sports. I coach both football and baseball and love everything that goes into that profession. I think that sports can teach you a lot of life’s lessons including what hard work and determination can do for you. I love teaching and really try to make a difference in my students lives each day. I am outgoing, independent, family orientated, enjoys sports, and can get along with a wide range of people.
Pros (as I see them): Loves kids, has a strong family unit, and loves sports (and TALL! 6’7)
Cons (as I see them): Distance. BLAH! Plus he’s really cute, and it always makes me nervous when really cute guys appear to be interested in me. (I get nervous)

So there ya go. I’m eliminating them slowly.
Well adding, too.
I am going to have a revolving door for awhile.

Poll time!


All right, so I’ve gotten quite a few comments about my most recent post Blast From The Past . Most of them contain some form of the sentence “You totally need to email him back and fuck with him!”

So I’m going to leave it up to you guys… Fuck with him, or no?

You can vote anonymously.. and if you want to make comments on my Facebook or Twitter, feel free and I’ll add those votes in, too.

However, I have no desire to actually go on a date with him, so keep that in mind when you vote.

Edit: Also, we no longer work in the same place, so the odds of me ever running into him are slim to none.

Happy voting!!!

Blast from the past!!


Okay, this literally JUST happened to me like 15 minutes ago. Well, partially. This story is going to be probably 95% from 2005 and 5% from 2011. And that may be weird, but you’ll catch on here after a bit, I swear.

Okay, so 5 years ago (ironically almost to the DAY), I posted this on my old blog:

Could Only Happen to Nikki Story.
Gather round, little children, and hear a tale of near death, sex, stalking, angry parents, and saltine crackers.

So anyways, back when I was 20, I was celebrating New Years Eve at a friend’s house. She had a small get together, just a bunch of us dorking around, not doing much. After the party ended, at around 1:30 or so, I took off for home. I hadn’t been drinking, but the roads were icy & I was driving fairly fast. I misjudged an “S” curve and shot straight off of the road, and came within 6 inches of hitting this massive tree, head on. (I was so close to it, I couldn’t open my driver’s side door. The tree was pretty much right up against that door. Had I hit it head on, I don’t think I would’ve made it… so that’s my near death experience. But anyway..)

So I went home, shaken, and wide freaking awake. (Adrenaline will do that to you) So I hopped online, to my favorite BBS/Chat system: ISCA. Well there was a guy on ISCA that had started talking to me awhile back, who was also from Waterloo. (He was attending Iowa State at the time, which is about 90 minutes from Waterloo.) When I hopped online, he was on, too. He was telling me that he was back in town partying at a frat at the local college (UNI). So I was talking to him & told him what happened with the car. He immediately offered to come sit with me, since I was so shaken up. I told him no, to keep hanging out with his friends, I was okay.

Since we were in the same town, at the same time, we eventually met up later. Logistics don’t matter, but after a bit, things started progressing (as they so often do!), and we ended up on the floor, having sex. Let me tell you, by that age, I hadn’t had much experience with sex, but I could tell, he wasn’t very good. Ugh. For one thing, whenever I kissed him, even with tongue, my mouth went completely dry. Totally sucked of all moisture. It was like I had just eaten a whole pack of saltine crackers. And second, he kept wanting me to be on top. Fine, I have no problem doing that. However, when your bodies don’t fit together that way, you need to do something else. He was a BIG guy, and I mean BIG (defensive lineman in high school), and I am short. Short, short, short. So it was really difficult for me to… straddle him, because half the time, my knees wouldn’t even touch the floor, so it made it difficult. (Okay TMI, I know, but deal.) So anyways, it did absolutely nothing for me. Fine. Whatever. Sex was had. Good-bye.

So he left. I went home to bed. We continued to talk on ISCA for awhile after that. He kept telling me how cute he thought I was, how much he liked my body, we should hook up again sometime. Etc. etc. I kept putting him off. Nice guy, into me, just no desire to have sex with him ever again.

He admitted it to me later. Said he really missed me, wanted to see me, thought we could hook up again. (Apparently he thought the sex was a hell of a lot better than I did. What can I say? I am good.) I asked him how come he didn’t call to let me know he was in town. He said he didn’t want to call that late because he didn’t WANT TO WAKE UP MY FOLKS! So I bitch at him about scaring the shit out of me, getting me in trouble (my dad was convinced I had invited some guy over. Sorry dad, not that time anyways.) We kept talking back & forth for awhile, but then kinda faded out of touch.

Fast forward to YESTERDAY, about 7 years LATER…

I am surfing through the work classified ads. I notice that this person is selling a townhouse. I am glancing at all the perks to it when I notice the name of the seller. Its HIM. I KNOW it is. He has a common first name, but a very uncommon last name. Plus, this person (him) works for my company. And Waterloo is a HUGE “company” town. So I needed confirmation. So I take down his email & I email him from another one of my accounts:

From: Me
To: Bad Sex Guy
Sent: Monday, March 14, 2005 9:49 AM
Subject: Totally random email….

Are you by any chance the Common Uncommon who graduated from West High School n Waterloo Iowa, in the mid 90’s?

His response:

From: Bad Sex Guy
To: Me

Depends. Who is this & how did you get this email?

Which was like DING DING DING DING!

I write back:

From: Me
To: Bad Sex Guy

My name is “Me” & we met awhile back in Waterloo. (like years ago) I saw your name on the work Classifieds (the townhouse you are selling), and your last name isn’t exactly common, so I figured I’d take a shot.

His response:

From: Bad Sex Guy
To: Me

Well it is me and I think I remember meeting you. I just can’t remember where we met. Do you have a recent picture you can send of yourself?

What are you up to? Do you work for “the company”? If so what are you doing there?

Well then, upon reading his ad some more, I find out.. HE LIVES IN ANKENY! Which is like 10 miles North of here.

From: Me
To: Bad Sex Guy

We met up through ISCA, actually.
And you wanted to come over to visit me when I was living with my folks… we met a couple nights later.
Ring any bells? =)

Yep. Work for “company”. Right now, working as {insert job}


From: Bad Sex Guy
To: Me

did you come over late at night one night and we were down in the basement fooling
around? I think I remember doing some very sexual stuff.

From: Me
To: Bad Sex Guy

Yep. That was me.

PLEASE NOTE: This is the LAST EMAIL I have sent him. The rest are all unsolicited!!

From: Bad Sex Guy
To: Me

If I also remember right you had very big beautiful breasts and you liked what I had to
offer as well.


From: Bad Sex Guy
To: Me

sorry if I’m sounding very sexual right now. it’s been a while and I’m usually
horny. I hope you don’t mind. If you do I understand. If you don’t you’d better
be ready for a lot of it.


From: Bad Sex Guy
To: Me

hey I need to go to work now. I’d like to talk more so if you want to you can text
me on my cell phone. It’s xxx-xxxx. I have to work till 3:30 am so you can message
me all night if you’d like. I hope to hear from you.

3 words: OH MY GOD

A few things:
1) OH MY FUCKING GOD! HAHAHAHAH I hyperventilated when I read all these emails from him. Apparently he has a totally different recollection than I do. BIG BEAUTIFUL BREASTS?!?!?!?! Okay, yeah, that's true. But I liked what he had? GIVE ME A FUCKING BREAK! He was a little pee-wee. OMG

2) What the hell is his deal???? I called my sister & told her this story & she says, "Well maybe if you hadn't slept with him on the first date! Now he thinks you're easy!" HELLO! That was 8 YEARS ago! Give me some credit! I HAVE grown up a bit, ya know!!! I mean, who in their right mind would say those things, 5 emails into an email conversation with someone you havent talked to in EIGHT YEARS?!?!??!

3) I haven't decided if I want to tell him to piss off or to keep talking to him (non-sexually) for comedic value. Unfortunately, I think its the latter =D


In the immortal words of one of my good (male) friends: "I'm surprised you have lived this long."

No f'n shit.

That was FIVE YEARS AGO. Add that to the 7 years since I first saw him.. TWELVE YEARS. Keep that in mind.

Can you see where this is going???

I’ll let you all guess as to who sent me the following message 15 minutes ago:

I’m Sxxxxx. I saw your profile and really liked what I read. I was wondering if you’d like to talk and get to know each other. As you’ve probably seen I don’t have any pictures of myself shirtless. I’m trying to meet someone, not scare them away.

I am DYING, people. DYING.
He obviously doesn’t remember me NOW.
My boobs are sad. 😦


The Dating Game


So in spite of the weirdo that freaked out on me a couple week ago, I’ve been talking with a few other dudes. And surprisingly enough, they don’t seem like complete psychos. HOWEVER, as everyone has seen (hello, premise of my blog!), my judgment isn’t exactly spot on. That being said, I am going to list out the potential bachelors below, and let you all judge them prior to me actually going on dates.

Here goes:

Bachelor #1:
Location: Within 5 miles
Profession: Mechanic
In his own words: I am looking for an honest down to earth woman who likes to be treated right. I am very respectable and hope to find someone who I can share many great times with and be there when times are not so great. I am great with children as I have three of my own. They do not live with me, however I do take care of them.
Pros (as I see them): He always texts me “Good morning!” and always sends me a “How are you?” text on his dinner break (he works 2nd shift). I think that’s sweet!
Cons (as I see them): 3 kids is a lot to walk into…

Bachelor #2:
Location: Within 30 miles
Profession: Student (Healthcare Field)
In his own words: I’m truely a good person and a very nice guy. Although I’ve had my share of heartbreak, I’m still honest, compassionate, caring, attentive, focused, goal oriented, and I have a great sense of humor, so don’t be surprised if I cause you to laugh out loud at times. I know what I want out of life and am actively going after it. I work out often and enjoy traveling, picnicing, bbq’ing and just being outside. Now that it’s chilly out I’m always up for a good movie. Although quite busy at times, I’d really enjoy slowing down to spend time with a special someone.
Pros (as I see them): He seems very funny and very grounded. I like the fact he’s back in school at a later age. I did that, so I can understand what he’s going through.
Cons (as I see them): He isn’t the quickest on responding to emails. Not sure if its a lack of interest or time.

Bachelor #3:
Location: Within 100 miles
Profession: Chiropractor
In his own words: I am passionate about giving my time to better my community for the present and the future generations. Leisure time? Rare commodity in my world, but I enjoy working on the family farm when during the proper season, spending time with family, heading to the gym, and having good conversation in all kinds of environments
Pros (as I see them): A doctor? Well DUH! Plus I like that he seems to care about giving back. Shows he’s not a selfish douchebag. (or canoe, as my friends are now all saying!)
Cons (as I see them): The distance might be a problem, and lack of free time would be an issue (however, if we click, I would hope that free time would be made)

Bachelor #4:
Location: Within 175 miles
Profession: Law enforcement
In his own words: Honesty is very important. [I enjoy] Being outside at all types of sporting events. From kids to professional. Riding motorcycles and wheelers. Going to the woods to hunt or just take in all the beauty of nature.
Pros (as I see them): Law enforcement seems really interesting to me. Plus he likes sports. I LOVE sporting events, so having someone to share that with would be a plus.
Cons (as I see them): Again, the distance. Plus, he is 40, and I’m not sure if I’m willing to go that high in age. And he doesn’t have a picture posted, so that makes me a bit nervous.

So there you have it, as it stands now. I’ll be honest, I’m not like OMG OMG OMG about any of them. And I’m going to chalk that up to the fact that I haven’t talked to them very long and I’ve actually learned (ha ha!) not to jump to conclusions about anyone. So I think I’m starting to get cautious. (Oh no! Does that signal the end of freaky ass dates for my blog?? Yeah. Riiiiiiiiiiiight.)

So what do people think of these dudes? (And I didn’t post their pics for a reason… but all of them are good looking.. well except for #4, no idea on him.) I’m not committing to anything with any of them, but these are the 4 that have expressed more than a passing interest in me at the moment.

And who don’t know that I am a hideous “plan changer” yet!! Heheh.



Okay so there was a guy I met and was talking to a little bit last week and he seemed pretty cool. We had a decent chat. He was telling me that he’s tired of getting girl’s numbers and then finding out all they want is a friend they can talk to or text. He’s actually looking to get into a serious relationship. I said, hey, guess what, so am I! So he was asking when I was free, and I told him (I swear to God I told him this…) that I wasn’t free until next (this) Wednesday. I had plans all weekend long, every day, and had plans for Monday & Tuesday. He told me that he was hoping that I had the weekend free because he wanted to go to The Lumberyard with me, and its usually busier on the weekend. (The Lumberyard is a strip club here in town.)

I said, “Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”
He says, “HAHAHA I’m just kidding!”

Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight. I decide to blow it off because some people DO have that sarcastic sense of humor (myself included). So we agree on Wednesday of the following week. I KNOW we agree on Wednesday…

So that was last Wednesday night. Seriously. LAST WEDNESDAY. Never heard from him again, so I figured, okay, whatever, no big loss right?


I get a text from him today.

And the texts that follow are word for word what was sent:

Him: Still on for tonight?

Me: You told me Weds becuz you travel early in the week for work.

Him: ummm other way around.

Me: I know I didn’t agree to tonite becuz I’ve had plans sched tonite for like 2 wks. I swear it was Weds. Hmmm where are u at? I could prob meet for 1 drink.

Him: wow…anyways…a suggestion to you..if you really don’t want to meet up with someone…then be straight up..dont lead them on..good luck being single..its going to be a long lonely life for you not being honest w ppl

WTF??? Seriously???

I wrote back: Dude, chill, I swear it was weds we made plans. My plans tonite aren’t until 6 so we could prob meet up for 1 drink

Him: I will be home then for xmas..i will be at lumberyard checking out nude chicks..i will meet you there

What a class act, eh?

Then he says: Just kidding. Let’s meet at “The Bar” for a drink then.

I agree. I seriously wanted to be home by like 5:00 but noooooooooooooooooo he wants to meet me at 4:30. Okay FINE, I can play along. I mean, up until today, every time we talked & stuff, it was cool.

So I show up at this dive ass bar. Like I honestly was nervous to be there by myself. And I am usually at home pretty much anyplace I go. No, this place was so skeevy. I took a stool at the end of the bar, ordered my Bud Light and waited. And waited. 4:30 came and went.

I texted my friend: Okay, he isnt here yet. How long do I give him before I leave? 1 more beer.

I get a text from him at 4:41: Hey… just looked in my atm and I really don’t have the funds in my account to drink.

Drinks were $2.00 people.

Me: Interesting. Well then I guess I’ll finish my beer and go home then.

I finish my beer and I just sit there for a minute. Like, I seriously cannot believe it. After all that…

Oh, but it gets better. Then I get:

Him: Andd the other part of it is im really not a big fan of plan changers…sketchy people.

Just let that sink in for a moment.

This is what I wrote: I explained what happened. It was a misunderstanding. If you dont believe it, thats your perogative, but I agreed to meet even tho i have plans, and I showed up. So just realize that. That Im here.

What I should have wrote: Listen assbag, I’m here and you’re not. So WHO is the plan changer? It must be nice living in this perfect world where everything goes your way all the time and where all the drinks are free because your broke ass can’t afford a $2 bottle. Its too bad I live in REALITY where dickbags like you have the pleasure of meeting awesomeness like me. A suggestion to you… if you’re not interested in meeting up with someone even after you’ve bitched them out for no absolute reason, at least be a man about it and admit that you’re nowhere good enough for me and are intimidated by the fact that I have my shit together and that you’ll never be anything more than a piece of cat shit that a dog has eaten and then thrown up.

But I didn’t because it was too long to type on my Blackberry keypad.