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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Sunday, February 20, 2005
The Ex-Files
I once dated this guy named Brian for a very short period of time--about two months. I broke up with him for several shallow reasons. He actually was probably the nicest guy I ever dated in my life...but these "reasons" impeded our relationship to the extent that I had to say, "It's not you Bri, it's me. I don't like you anymore." ( I would never really be mean like that, it's just a joke)
Reason number one: He had a tattoo covered of his ex girlfriend's name (they had been together for six years so he thought it was safe enough to do) with a tattoo of a bloodthirsty-looking ice hockey player complete with a Flyers' jersey. Whenever I looked at it I smirked because it was so stupid looking. I would've preferred he kept "Angela" on his shoulder forever.

Reason number two: Cr dyed my hair for my bday. I thought it looked great. Brian told me it was the color of eggplant. I thought it looked nice, but after that comment I hassled Cr to redye it and make it less reddish/purple, even though I didn't really see any red or purple. But Brian told me throughout my entire dinner that it was indeed, eggplant.

Reason number three: He had dead animal heads over his bed--actually all over the room, but the ones over the bed were particularly freaky. He was an avid bow hunter (which ok, takes a little more skill than just using a gun but ick...). Picture attempting to set the mood, when you dim the lights, put a little music on. Maybe light a candle or two. Candle light big mistake. The creatures' fake eyes gleaming eerily in the semi-dark, their shadows cast long strange shapes against the wall. No matter what I attempted to stay in the moment, I was constantly staring at them and secretly apologizing that not only were they killed needlessly, but they constantly witness their killer have sex. Poor Bambi's mom never had to deal with such cruel and unusual punishment. No relationship could survive that, sorry.

posted by Melina at 10:55 AM