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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Tuesday, June 28, 2005
One Olive Branch Down, Two To Go/ The Dog Pool
Well unfortunately, Drk did not accept my invitation to the dog pool. I don't know if he was busy, don't know if he checked his myspace comments, don't know if he came home late from work, don't know if he's still sleeping, don't know if the dog pool wasn't his cup o' tea, or if it was just hanging out with me that seemed unappealing. But you know what? It doesn't matter. It felt good to extend the invitation with no expectations other than to hang out with him...and to let him hang out with my dog. I know that makes him happy. Of course let's not airbrush the celulite of sadness away from the fact that I didn't get to hang out with him, but I accomplished at least half of what I attempted. I'm working towards hanging out with him sober before he leaves. At the very least then I have a good reason and a place to stay to see Colorado, a place I've always wanted to go to. I dream of real mountains sometimes and not the foothills I get to see.

So the plan continues. I figure if something that we have mutual interest in comes up, I will again extend the invitation. But I won't push the issue. I think the scientologists have abducted me, I'm feeling very zen. Oh wait, I guess I should be jumping on the couch screaming, "Yeah! I'm in love!" But I'm not, so I guess that's why I'm still seated.

And now to discuss the dog pool.

It was definitely bizarre and I'm thinking it was cruel torture for my dingo. It didn't look like the pup wanted to go swimming but the owner/trainer kept throwing the poor dog into the water. I wonder if this is what it's like when you take a baby to Gymboree? Well I can say my dog can swim, but I'm not entirely sure my dog enjoys swimming. I think I will take old pup back one more time and see...we won't go near the Bela Coroli of dogs though--that lady was of the old school "You'll do it, and you'll like it method". My poor baby! Now my car and house reek (I find it appealing but I'm having guests) of wet dog. Oooh la la.
posted by Melina at 2:43 PM