Nice Outfit?

What do you think? A friend on a forum posted this girl and I thought the outfit was fantastically brilliant. Full body stocking...Mmm. Talk about erotic!

Christmas Reminder

Just a reminder of what any good Christmas should consist of...


-- Jennifer Lamiraqui

Confused

Ahh, alright... I'm starting to get fed up with this whole thing with Jocelyn.

As I've already explained, our plan to meet this at the Vancouver Aquarium this this past Wednesday was foiled when her son became ill with a stomach flu. Now, I hadn't any reason to doubt what she was saying and naturally, was understanding of her position. Her child is the most important thing in her life; I wouldn't expect any less from a good mother.

But soon after that incident, things started to get dicey. With each and every email exchange not only has it taken her longer and longer to respond, but her responses are often short and sure to avoid questions that I've asked.

My original assumption was she was perhaps shy, or just extremely casual... That being said, I decided I'd take the leap of death and give her a call (she previously gave me her cell number) on Friday. Do you know how hard it was to get the nerve to call? I'm an extremely shy individual and absolutely dred talking to people I don't know. Yet despite that, I decided to overcome my fear and just give her a call.

I called her four times - twice in the morning (a few minutes apart) and twice (yet again minutes apart) some four hours later. On the my last phone call, I decided that I'd leave a message... My aim - casual & collected, and that's exactly what I did. I asked her that if Brandon was feeling better if she'd like to try to meet at the aquarium some time over the weekend. I wasn't pushy, nor intimidating on the subject, just casual.

From thereon, I waited to hear back from her and at 6:00pm, she responded (via Facebook, not a phone call mind you). But when she responded back on Facebook, she said that Brandon (her son) had been at her Grandma's house all day as she had managed to catch the little guy's stomach flu. But yet again, she never really answered my question. Then again, she never really seems to... ^_^
Nor does she seem all that interested in what interests me...

It really would appear that she's trying to avoid me - which begs the question, why the hell did she click "yes" to meet on HotOrNot.com? Is she not interested in me? Is she afraid to meet me? Is she afraid of having her heart broken?

Suffice to say, I'm entirely confused about the whole thing. That being said, I decided to message her back last night and simply ask her if she's even interested in me because I was starting to gather the impression that she wasn't. Risky gamble? Well,there's nothing to lose... I did however, write the message in a very civilzed and understanding manor. I asked if her if that which I believed was indeed true, then she should tell me the truth. If she doesn't want to meet me, then fine. I'll undoubtedly be disappointed, but I'll definitely be better of because this whole cat and mouse game has been driving me through the roof.

Haven't heard back from her yet, and hell, she might not even respond... But at this point, I cannot sit here wondering what hell she's thinking. At this point, the ball is in her park. I did (nor said) nothing wrong. I shall pursue her no more.

Or am I overreacting? Could I be entirely wrong? Did I blow it? Is this because Christmas is a week away? Who the fuck knows.

Quite frankly, I'm more mad at myself than anything; mad at myself for getting emotionally attached with little to go on to begin with. I spent more than a week thinking about this girl. Firstly asking the nerve to ask her out - then worrying what the actual meeting would be like - then wondering how the date it's self would both begin and end - then hoping her son was ok - and all of which followed. Why do I do this? Because I like to punish myself? In a way, yes. As I've mentioned several times before, I am a hopeless romantic. I never seem to learn, but then I suppose I cannot change the way I am.

If she responds back and proves me wrong, well then, hell yeah. I'll go out with her in a second. Until that time, I've done my best.

12:08AM...

...is what the clock reads as I start to write this entry. Need I remind anyone that on normal circumstances I'd never been up at such an hour, but tonight is different. Tonight is different because I seem to have come ill with the flu myself. In light of what has happened with Jocelyn and etc, I cannot think of a worse time either.

Thankfully, I don't think it's one of those "two week" flu's, but as is obvious, it's still bad enough to interrupt my sleep.

I had noticed that my throat was getting sore and dry by about 4:00pm yesterday, and by the time 8:00pm had arrived, I knew what was going on. I don't think - or at least I hope - it's not a full-out stomach flu... at the moment it's merely a bad throat and a nose that feels a tad runny.

This is just terrible. What if Friday rolls around and Jocelyn and her son are ready to meet me, but I'm a terrible mess? Worst timing ever. I cannot let her down.

P.S - Last I spoke with her (last night - some several hours ago), Brandon (her son) was doing much better. Still suffering from a cough and a bad throat, but overall, much better.

A No-Go

I'm afraid my plan for Jocelyn and I to meet at the Vancouver Aquarium this morning did not go as planned. Actually, it didn't happen at all. Late night she dropped me a message telling me that her son had come ill with a fierce stomach flu. She said that he didn't make it to the DayCare Christmas party on Tuesday and has become sicker as the time has passed.

And yes, I believe she's telling the truth and not just brushing me off. And I'm not mad at her as I fully realize her child is probably the most important thing in her life.

Poor kid. Though having the flu during this season isn't unexpected... With Christmas around the corner one can only hope that he's better soon.

Though I am disappointed we didn't meet up, I'm definitely not giving up on her.

Reality Sets In

Suffice to say, Sarah and I have had numerous more correspondences since my last blog post pertaining to the subject, and they're always amazing. Her messages never fail to bring a smile to my face. I feel so happy. I find myself clicking my email open 5,000 times a day, eagerly awaiting her response of course. And in that moment, I can truly see the strength of love (or what is seemingly so). Everything else in your mind just fades; things that were once bothering (or bothered) you fade away like dust in a storm.

We've gotten personal as we're now revealing secrets and telling our various life experiences.

I told her that I wished that I like in Kamloops or Calgary (or that she lived in Vancouver) so that we could meet. And her response to that was:

Sarah:
I wish i lived in Vancouver or somewhere closer to you id really love to meet you one day you seem like an amazing guy.

Of course, after she said that, I said the exact same thing about her; essentially, I more or less told her how much I liked her. She's just a fantastic person.

As her email went to a close, I had the slight feeling that - as it had for me before - reality had set in. We live so far away from each other. We'll never get the chance to really get to know each other despite our great connection.

Naturally, I do realize that this isn't the end of the world. I haven't any doubts that I'll meet another girl who I connect with. But until that time, the great distance between us (and the personality connection) is surely leaving me with a degree of heart-ache.

Head Over Heels (Pt.2)

Sarah (see here if you haven't a clue as to what I'm talking about) not only think it's "adorable" that I shower in the pitch dark (yeh, it's a long story), but has started to call me "hunny". Ahhh!

Moreover, our conversations have undoubtedly gotten deeper. More personal, and even a little more flirty. And the similarities between us continue - like me, she doesn't drink or smoke.

It's starting to kill me.... I'M starting to get far too hyped about this whole thing.

In the meantime, here's new photo of her.


Now tell me: does she not looking amazing? Love is in the air.

Head Over Heels

Oh no, It's happened. I think I've fallen head over heels for a girl on HotorNot.com. I kid you not.

But before I breach on the subject, allow me to say that within a little over a week and and two days of joining for the website's "Meet Me" application, I have already managed to achieve no less than 6 doubles matches. Of the six, only two of them I accepted to meet first; the other four accepted to meet me before I even clicked them...

Mind you, that's only the double matches. They were a couple of others that I clicked no to. But by and large, the girls are coming my way - not the other way around. And I'm greatly surprised by that, especially as some of these girls are just gorgeous. One of the girls by the way, is the girl in the second picture with pink hair and glasses in this particular post.

Though, thus far I've only had the chance to speak with two of them. The first of which lived in Abbotsford and had 3 month old daughter. Yeah, I know what you're thinking... Because I was thinking it too. Worse yet, she just got out of that relationship that left her with the baby a week prior to talking with me.

The problem however, was not the fact that she had a baby (although, I'm not aiming for a relationship as such), but more the fact that she was about as interesting as a stone. No personality whatsoever!

But anyways, I had clicked "yes" to this beautiful girl named "Sarah" who was apparently living somewhere in British Columbia, and suffice to say, she clicked "yes" to me. And ever since that, we've been emailing each other back and forth(totaling several times now).

Obviously we haven't met each other in the flesh, but her personality is amazing. When we first started talking, she said that she had been looking for a boyfriend and clicked "yes" to me as she notably saw that we shared a great deal of the same interests.

After our emails, I have come to the conclusion she is not only the type of girl that I'd want to date, but marry... *shocking*. All-around, she's just incredible. Sassy, interesting, fun and undoubtedly intelligent. Our view points/interests are sookly similar: she admits to being insecure; she's a hopeless romantic; she likes the same television shows as I do; she likes the same movies as I do; she doesn't like new age music; she's an agnostic and she doesn't like big cities as she admits to being a small town kind of girl. The similarities between us are seemingly endless.

And she loves to help people, has been to poverty stricken nations such as Iraq, Africa and Pakistan and is currently going to college to become a Psychiatrist.

There is however, one problem and it's a big one. She currently lives in Calgary, and is moving back to Kamloops... When she told me that, I felt as if I had been gutted like a fish and as our discussions get deeper and deeper, I feel that every bit more gutted. Needless to say, Kamloops is not in Vancouver... It's more than an hours drive away!

And yes... Maybe I'm jumping the gun, but had you the same conversation that I've had with her, you'd be thinking the same. Ehh, I dunno what to say other than the fact I really like her. The sooner I realize that she'll be living in Kamloops and out of reach, the better I'll be. :(

And yes, before you ask, I do have a few pictures of her. Though I'll only post two...



Yes, the pictures are webcam quality (in other words, rubbish), but I've seen enough. I'm convinced.

Common Characteristics

Rather than going through the entire process of explaining my affection for girls with dyed hair yet again, I'll leave you with this link >> I Love Dyed Hair

Anyways, in looking through HotorNot.com over the last couple of days, I have noticed there is a specific set of characteristics for girls who like do dye their hair. The first and foremost being that nearly all of them have piercings; particularly face piercings. Not that I'm complaining... Oh no, I haven't a problem with a few piercings as long as the face doesn't look like a jewelry rack. The second most common characteristic and the one that doesn't fit my personality, is that most of them are hardcore emo chicks who are into hardcore punk and metal music. Additionally, most of them aren't into "regular" looking guys such as myself, but more the emo type rocker guy who - naturally - plays in a band. And lastly, they like to party and drink like a hound. Therefore, most aren't anywhere close to my personality type.

They're not all like this, but truth be told, close to 85% of them are. I feel disappointed, but I guess I should have known better.

In any event, here are some of my favourite "dyed hair girls" that I've found on HotorNot.com over the last couple of days:



My comments:

Picture 1: Very interesting application of dye. Cute girl too.

Picture 2: Hair looks fantastic. She's cute as well!

Picture 3: This girl is one of the best I've ever seen on HON. And yes, I'm being serious. I like her a whole lot! Love the application of dye too; the colours (green & red) are applied in a streaking style.

She Was Cute!

Yeah, so...I just came back from my "daily walk" and along the way I encountered one of those "I know you're looking at me because you think I'm good looking" things. You know, when you encounter a member of the opposite sex and it's clearly evident that one of the two likes the other. In some cases, it's even a two-way street. And I believe what happened to me some 15 minutes ago was indeed a two-way street.

As I zip around my regular walking routine - around the corner I turn every day - I notice there is this girl walking towards me. And at this point we're quite far away from each other; far away that neither of us can see each other's face. As we get closer and closer to each other, I notice she puts on some good 'ol eye contact. Lots, in fact. And not eye contact simply because we're passing each other, oh no, the type of eye contact that can only suggest an attraction.

And now, oh-so close to each other, I can in fact see what she looks like, and let me tell you: cute!! And her red toque (that's Canadian slang - if you haven't a clue as to what that is, type it in Google) with her fashionable winter clothing further accentuated her cuteness.

And now is the time. We're finally passing each other - trying our best not to make eye contact with each other. Quick look -- look away -- The discomfort at this particular moment builds and I, for whatever reason, feel as If I'm going to trip. I feel oh-so nervous.

And then it's over, we have eventually passed each other. Though the experience only lasted a minute or so, it felt like an eternity. Shortly thereafter, all I can think is: "thank God the uncomfortableness has ceased", but as I head onto the next block, all I can do is crack a slight smile and think: "doh! Why the hell was I feeling so uncomfortable about the whole situation? I'd love to have a girlfriend that looks like that".

I obviously haven't a clue whether she was thinking about this short encounter in the same manor in the way I was, but I'm pretty damn sure she was just as uncomfortable as I was.

So yeah... Who ever thought I could write a post about about a minute encounter with a cute girl on the street? Ridiculous, isn't it?

And that all being said, I'd like to talk about the subject of my shyness pertaining to girls that I am attracted to. I'm not very good at talking to girls I'm attracted to. Not the least bit... Or at least the first time the two of us speak, or encounter each other. I always seem to freeze up. Not in the sense that I end up saying stupid things, but more in the sense that I don't know what to say. I try my best to keep it together, but sometimes, I have the feeling I might come off a little strange as a result. I also have a great tendency to start laughing for no apparent reason when around a girl I like.

"What's funny?"

"Umm, nothing. I was just thinking about something else".

And then they either think you're making fun of something they said (and let's hope she was telling a joke, other wise...) and/or that you weren't even listening to her.

Oh I how I hate that. I'm way too shy for my own good. Additionally, I suppose I lack a bit of confidence in the "talking to women" department.

And that folks, is just another day in Bruce's life.

I Love Dyed Hair

I know I've mentioned it before, but I just feel the urge to show my further appreciation for Girls who dye their hair radical colours. Having seen many more Women with coloured streaked hair since my last post about the subject, I have come to the conclusion that this trend is the shit (excuse the ghetto slang). This has got to be one of the biggest female trends out there, and I absolutely love it.

Now, don't get me wrong - I realize that some Girls make a complete hash out of dyed hair. Sometimes it can look so awful you wish to stab a pair of scissors in your eyes... But when it's done right, it can truly be something wonderful.

As for the colour: well, I like most everything, except for blue. Blue can be alright in small doses, but an entire head dyed with blue colouring? Ohyyy..

Anyways, I'll pulled up a few examples (off Google) of what I like:

These are the more conventional examples (partially streaked).



Below are two which are evidently insane; much less subtle than the above, but you know, I still think they look great.



And now to answer the question you're most likely wanting an answer to: man, what the hell are you thinking?

Actually, I find the whole fascination with it as interesting as you probably do. Why does someone like myself - conservative, not flashy, quiet - happen to have an affection for girls with crazy coloured hair? Well, I guess it's because It not only symbolizes a sense of independence (rebellion too, I suppose), but confidence, as well as character. Any girl who is daring enough to dye her hair completely green has got to be an interesting person. And as far as I'm concerned, that's sexy.

Mind you, that doesn't mean that I'm not interested in girls with naturally coloured hair - oh of course not. I love naturally coloured hair, but just have a great deal of affection for crazy coloured hair too.

My New Avatar

I was just thinking to myself: I should make a short post on my personal Blog. Thus what you see, is the result of both bordem and spur of the moment thinking. This post is about my new avatar on GermanCarZone - prominently on the left - and each of the picture's significance.

As of late, I've admittedly been changing my avatar a great deal more than usual. I find myself getting bored with my usual dribble of avatars and furthermore, I'm getting damn sick of choosing between a car or a girl. As a result, I thought I'd create an avatar which not only showcases both, but music and art as well. The first and foremost is my interest in automobiles; but then that's a given considering GermanCarZone is a, uhh, CarZone. Anyhow, my new avatar represents my love for two of my absolute favourite automobiles, the Pagani Zonda F and the Porsche 993 Turbo. The other two images represent my love of music, art and women; the girl being Kate Beckinsale (of course, who else?) and the Middle Eastern art being the album cover of the latest Rush album, "Snakes & Arrows" (of course). And lastly, my initials - written in Rush "Moving Pictures" album font - grace the centre of the picture. I love it; in fact, I reckon it's the best avatar I've ever had.

Anyways, before I log off, I must apologize for this gosh awful post... Lol

Weekend Video's (#19 - Female Special)

This weekend, is an all femme (that's female in French, you doofus) music special.

Here are three extremely talented female artists who are so good that they don't deserve the garbage cliche of being referred to as 'Diva's'

Katie Melua - 'Just Like Heaven' - 2003



Loreena McKennit - 'Caravanserai' - 2006



Alanis Morissette - 'Unsent' - 1998

Second Thoughts

I've got to admit that as of late, I've been having second thoughts my attraction to Megan Fox. For the longest of time, Megan was one of my top five celebrity babes, but that has all changed. After watching a recent interview she did with Jimmy Kimmel, I came away with the impression that she's quite hardcore. In fact, perhaps a little bit of a bitch..

Furthermore, many of the recent event photos which I've seen have left me feeling 'cold'. The style and use of make-up she uses, let alone the amount - is just overkill.

While were at it, allow me to comment on her dress' which I believe are sluttly and overly tacky.



Turned off

I'm sure she cares what I think.. :P

'Breasts?'

I have come to the realization that I am incapable of saying the words, ti... Damn it.

Hell, It would appear that I am not only incapable saying the words, but even writing them. My friends (both Internet & real life), will know that I rarely utter the words "tits" (shrug!), or anything of similar nature.

Why?

I dunno. I just can't! It's a word which is so unlike my character. Furthermore, isn't 'tits' a goofy word? That being said, I choose to stick to the rather old fashion terminology of 'breasts'.

Now I realize the above comments might make me sound like a snob who thinks he's better than others.. Of course, those who truly know me will know that I'm in no way a snob!

Just speaking my mind..

What do people think?

Girls often comment on how polite I am when I use 'breasts' rather than 'tits'. That's a compliment, right?

My father thinks the whole thing absolutely hiliarious. Can't blame him.

This has got to be the strangest blog post I've ever written..