Café Con Monica

Do you ever have a night when you feel like everyone can’t keep their eyes off of you?
Is there like a vibe? A sexy, come get me vibe that you can unknowingly give off??

Let me explain:
This past Saturday “the boy” and I attended a coworkers post wedding nuptials party at his apartment. I was dressed cute but I would hardly say sexy. We had a great time and ate far too much inappropriate food for a dieter. My coworkers are hilarious, and unfortunately there was only a keg or hard liquor but no mixers. I decided to take matters into my own hands and just go for shots. Ran out of Vodka? no problem, I’ll start with Soco. Ook, back to the point so I had a great time at this event then split ways with “the boy” to join some friends for N’s birthday shindig. I was warned by text that this place would probably be a reggae spot as she is a BIG fan. Upon arrival I realize the place is dead. By all accounts this would have been a reasonable point at which to leave but I did not. The night goes on and my friend K shows up. At this point me and T have started dancing and feeling the music. Its hotter than…well it was just too damn hot in the place ok. We start to explore the upstairs and downstairs area…someone out there(supposed owner) offers to buy me and T a shot. the conversation goes like this, as it always does:
Guy: What would you like?
Me: Anything but Tequila Please
Guy: What?!! How about Patron?
Me: Eghhhh
And then we are given two shots of tequila. Yes, tequila. I will follow this post up with why I firmly believe that Tequila is the drink of the devil. LOL.

After this me and K leave and she finds a guy to buy her pizza so I go back inside…dance, dance, dance. Get choked by P, dance some more. Leave.

So this is where the vibe starts to really kick in. Once we walk out the door to this place I am literally like a walking bombshell. I am feeling sexy but not that sexy and I am getting looks like I am walking around naked. I mean Tall dark and handsome, short and handsome, white, black, Hispanic. You name it. I don’t know what it was?! K proceeds to comment on how these men are eyeballing me and how she needs to bring me out. Meanwhile I am frantically searching to make sure my boobs aren’t popping out or my kooka isn’t showing. What is it?? I wasn’t even in a sexy mood!!

Bar 2 after this place and I’ve got random men walking up to me asking if they can kiss me. This young(maybe 22) guy grabs me:
Random Guy:Can I kiss you?
me: That’s what you open with? Really? You can do better than that.
Random Guy: How about a small kiss?
Me: Definitely not happening.

At Bar 3, I get harassed a little more especially by the doorman. Not complaining about those because the men were all high numbers! For those of you that don’t understand I mean they were all 7+ on the 1-10 scale. K and I are waiting on drinks at the bar and across from us these guys start to give us the eye. they signal they bought us shots so we head over.
Me: What is it?
Guys: Don’t worry about it
Me: Shit. it smells like tequila
Guys: its good
Common sense being out the window, I took the shot. The led to me being in the bathroom puking my entire evenings worth of liquor out. I come back out looking just fine and start to dance with this guy…Let me let any man reading this know it is absolutely not sexy when you can not dance and instead rub your bony hips on me. NOT sexy at all. That was a bust…on to the next.

When we get out the door we are back to the same getting looks and being touched on the hand and arm by men walking by.

It was a great night and I am not complaining but can someone please tell me how to harness this “sexy vibe” so that I can bottle it up for the days when I am feeling bloated and not appealing because that feeling was amazing!

It’s about time I start telling people what goes on in my life…I guess I already do but I mean yea whatever I think you know what I mean.

Friday I planned to meet up with a girl I met online in an attempt to make some new friends. (remember the post about making an “Everything” friend) as it turns out she had done something similar to my monthly dinners and planned one of her own. Funny side note: We were having dinner at TGIFridays which is the last place you expect to be eating dinner on a Friday night in downtown Chicago. When I arrive there are 4 girls already there and the girl I was originally trying to meet was not. By the way, its not so good to be uber late to a dinner you coordinated with people who have never met before. Anyway, I digress, I get there and we go around the table talking about ourselves. “Oh, hi, I’m Monica, I’m 25, well really my birthday is in 2 weeks so I am not sure if I should say 25 or 26, but lets just say 25 for now. No I don’t

have any kids, no I am not married, Yes I do like to go out.”

I realize I ramble a bit when I am nervous which I really really was. This was a new thing for me because I am extremely social and usually the life of the party.

Here is another thing, I am not used to being the girl in the group that is “thinner” and I felt like I was getting a lot of slack for it. There were some “smart” comments floating about that I did not appreciate. The thing is, I have been working really hard to lose weight and while I am not one to judge anyone, please do not be rude to me for talking about losing weight and exercising if you are 300+. You chose to let yourself get there, I chose to stop myself before I got there. The end. I will never tell you that you are fat, nor will I make you feel bad about it so in turn I do not want you to make me feel bad for struggling and forcing myself to lose weight. Thanks and good night.

Ook back to the story! As more girls slowly started to arrive I was relieved to find that I actually had things in common with about 3-4 out of the 11 or 12 that showed up. I don’t mind married friends or even friends with kids but the reality is that I do not want to keep making friends with kids because well…shit they can’t do anything without a babysitter. Experience tells me that having friends with kids can sometimes be very frustrating. Married people don’t bother me as I am in a relationship myself. BUT women and men being married does not mean that you can no longer enjoy yourself. So that being said, some of the girls may or may not have appreciated my personality and some got along with me just fine.

It turns out one of the girls that came actually went to the same middle school as me and recognized me. How fun?! All in all it was a productive evening and I had fun meeting new people.

Notice how I didn’t talk about the girl I was originally supposed to meet? That is because once she arrived dinner was in full swing and I only spoke to her once we were all leaving the restaurant.

I don’t have a clue half the time.

That being said, this was week 3 of tutoring my ABE(adult basic education) student and I am having a blast. While it is not exactly “fun” getting home so late after an 8 hour workday I do feel a nice sense of accomplishment everytime I leave the center.

A bit about my student: He is a 21 year old high school graduate who has a 2nd grade reading level. Big shout-outs to the great teachers & parents that let this kid keep passing without catching the problem. Great news is that he is doing something about it, he wants to be able to read, and get a better job to improve his life. Yay him!! He is showing very small bits of improvement but everytime he does I am so happy for him. He is teaching me to realize how much I take for granted. In a previous post I whined about reading romance novels but I am so thankful that someone(s) out there took the time to make sure I learned how to read.

So that is 2 days of my week, and now that I am done with my TEFL course I am working on finishing up my observation hours. I have to get 20 hours of ESL class observation done in the next 3 weeks because I am the worlds worst procrastinator. Yes, I really am. Either way thanks to my friend Ms.R putting me in touch with a fabulous person I have so places to actually go now. So thats another 2 days of my week. Yep, 4 days a week spent teaching or observing someone else teach. Brain overload!!

Either way I am not complaining as I am finally doing some of the things I really really wanted to do this year! I know not everyone is into teaching but I recommend that everyone find something they love doing and then find a volunteer program that involves it and get involved.