This is blog of a woman who didn't know what she wanted and so chased after dreams and men in search of the answers...drunken hilarity ensued. Then one day she met a man who was everything she wanted, but he wasn't so sure. Then she did the unthinkable; after they broke up she gave him this blog address and she let him into her mind as well as her heart. Unbelievably, even after sorting through the sordid archives of failed relationships, one night stands and her lusty (and embarassing) pursuit to secure the heart of a certain young line cook, John somehow managed to fall in love with her too. Melina and John were married a little over six months after they started dating, running away to Las Vegas to seal the deal. You can imagine what the over/under bet was to see if they'd even make it a year!! Over a year later and they are still going strong...this blog has become their story. Need to tell me something? Email me at Melinalovesjohnny at gmail dot com
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Wednesday, December 29, 2004
Wooing tip-Don't Leave Love Notes for Boys at the Bar
So guys, the dance is almost over. I gave Drk until Monday to fall in love with me and/or ravish my body--and it doesn't look like it's going to happen, and here's why:
After talking to Cr we pieced together my actions which are shameful. First, I mooned over Drk, I know I was supposed to be Victorian/prim and proper--instead I was drooling fiend. Then as I got more drunk, I started speaking to Drk (that was a mistake...speech was impaired by four shots of kamikaze and about twenty beers. I saw this kid that I haven't seen since kindergarten, but he obviously still looks the same because I struck up a conversation with him about his identity. Before I left the bar--ladies and gentlemen--I wrote Derek a love note. I have no idea what it said but I know I labored over it long and hard--just simply trying to move the pen! I am hanging my head in shame,but it doesn't really matter. If he liked me or wanted to like me, he would've chuckled over the note and laughed but he still would've been wooed by it. I don't think he was.
posted by Melina at 11:51 AM