Sandra Dee Dates

Tales from a sweet and innocent girl next door. Well, okay. Maybe not that innocent.

Thursday, June 29, 2006

A New Chapter

Hooray for the long weekend!

Taking tomorrow off work. I haven't had time off in a friggin' long ass time. I'm pumped. Leaving tonight for my family's for Friday through Sunday. Monday and Tuesday, house sitting with a friend of mine - in a house with a pool! - then downtown for the Fourth of July celebration.

I'm totally stoked. Aaaaand I heard back from the singles group leader at this church I've been wanting to try. He told me about all of the awesome things that the group is doing, and I can't wait to be a part of it. Woohoo.

And it looks like I might be fitting a date in next week, too.

I know, I know. I don't want to hear it, Moms and Dads. I haven't cried once since the night Sixty and I broke up. I really have a peace about this entire thing with him. And I think the healthiest thing for me to do is to get back out there again.

So there.

The dude I'm going out with? Graduated from the same university I did. We both go to all of the school's football and basketball games. He and I both have the same degree. And if nothing else, we'll end up as friends.

Speaking of ending up as friends, Sixty came by with some of my things yesterday. We had a nice conversation about stupid stuff, laughed and joked like we always did, and he gave me a hug as he left. The weirdest part? I know we're going to be really good friends.

And that's the only closure I need.

I'm ready for a new chapter in my life, kiddies.

Wednesday, June 28, 2006

Alllmond Joys Got Nuts. Mounds Don't.

It is 10 o'clock in the morning, and I am sitting here at my desk eating an Almond Joy.

I have no shame in this.

My weekend was spectacular and just what I needed. The rendez-vous with my friends had been planned long in advance of Sixty and mine's breakup, but it seemed to come just at the right time.

Thursday night - yes, the day after my breakup - I partook in a well-needed Girls Night with my city friends Megan and Lauren. We had a blast. The best part was that I hadn't had much to eat all day, so I was a pretty cheap drunk!

I left for my hometown Friday night, and I didn't even take time to change out of my work clothes. Halfway to town - and also where most of my college-aged friends still go to school - I get word that we are hitting the bars. Even though I don't look appropriate in my suit pants and collared shirt, I agree to go. And we had a blast. (May I add that I had two men hit on me while we were there? Granted, they were drunk, but it was still a self-confidence booster!)

We finished the night on the floor of my friends' kitchen, eating mac and cheese, and laughing uncontrollably.

Saturday was a repeat of Friday, with the exception of dinner at our favorite restaurant. We had two huge tables full of 20 hot girls!

Sunday came pretty early, but it was well worth it. 7:30 in the morning, we left for our Float Trip down the Illinois River. Two huge coolers of beer and snacks, the wilderness, and 15 of my closest friends, it was everything I needed and more! And I didn't even get sunburned. Fabulous.

In other news, Sixty is coming by tonight to return some things that I still had at his house. This will be the first time I have spoken to him since the breakup. Dum dum dum. Actually? I'm fine with it. I cried a little after he left and then more the next day, but that was about it. I actually said I wanted to be friends with him, ironically enough. And he said he did, too.

So anyway. I'm jumping in with both feet and moving on. I've put my feelers out for a good singles group at a couple of churches - but just to meet some people my own age with my same beliefs. Wouldn't that be healthy?

Life is good. So good, in fact, that I think I'll have another almond joy...

Sunday, June 25, 2006

MySpace Official Question

The comments are back on. I'm not blogging about any details -- except for the fact that he bawled like a baby and took the breakup even harder than I did.

I know. Kinda funny, huh.

Anyway, thanks so much for all of the sweet e-mails.

A great time with my girls this weekend. Update on that tomorrow.

But in related news? While I changed mine the very next day, his MySpace claims we're still official. I've been watching his page like a hawk this weekend, and he's been online every day since the breakup. He's had pllllenty of time to check the "single" box. Aaaaand remove me as his number one friend.

Please tell me this doesn't mean what I think it means.

*UPDATE*: He's changed it. Amen to that.

Thursday, June 22, 2006


The seemingly wonderful fairy tale of Sandra Dee and Sixty is over.

I just feel like a fool. He said he wanted to break up even before he had his surgery.

I'm turning the comments off. I need time.

I love y'all. Thanks.

Monday, June 19, 2006

Three months?! Already?!

What will we be doing tomorrow to celebrate, you ask? I have no idea.

He'll probably forget.

I'm kidding, but it wouldn't surprise me. Besides, three months isn't as big of a deal as six months is, so I'm not holding my breath.

Speaking of surprises, on Friday, I surprised him by planning a date. To kick off the evening, I had gotten him a few shirts from the Gap that he likes. I couldn't wait to give them to him, and I made him close his eyes and everything. He loved them and couldn't believe that I had gotten him something for no reason.

Then we went to dinner, where I picked up the tab.

Finally it was off for his big surprise. Nacho Libre.

He's been talking about seeing this flick for weeks. Weeks, people. I practically had it down in my calendar of when it opened in the theatres. "Don't get me wrong," he said after he found out that I was taking him to see the movie, "but I was kinda upset when you said you had this surprise planned for me tonight. I really had been wanting to go see Nacho Libre." Duh. How could I forget?!

I was skeptical because the reviews weren't that great, but I love Jack Black so I kept an open mind.

Well I am here to tell you readers - never fear. It's hilarious. If you liked Napoleon Dynomite, you'll love it. And it was totally Sixty and mine's kind of movie. I found myself laughing at parts that probably weren't even supposed to be funny. It was a pretty wholesome theme, too.

A couple of drinks down the street from the theatre, some cuddling at my place afterwards, and I'd say you could call it a supurb date night.

But just spending time with him is enough. Who cares if we don't do anything special tomorrow?

Thursday, June 15, 2006


As you might have noticed, I added and updated a few links to my blogroll on the right.

Don't see yours? Send me an e-mail, and I'll get 'er up there.

We now return to your regularly scheduled programming.

Tuesday, June 13, 2006

Sixty? Meet my mom. Oh wait. You're bleeding.

I'm sure y'all wanna know how it went with Sixty meeting my mother on Sunday.

The plan was to meet at my house, head to Spaghetti Warehouse for dinner, then back to my place for dessert.

Now - my mom's my best friend. I have told her pretty much everything about Sixty. And from what I have told her, she likes him. She just wants to meet the dude in person. You know. Size him up a bit. Just kidding, but you know what I mean.

So 4:30 came along and everyone showed up. Mom actually got there before Sixty did, and she asked if she could open the door. I said sure; he would get a kick out of it. So a knock on the door, and she went to open it. "Yes?" she said, acting like she didn't know who he was. He laughed and they shook hands. What a fun way to break the ice.

We sat and chatted for a while, and I could tell Sixty was nervous. I kept prompting him with "tell her about this" lines, and he would run with them. He's so modest that he would never brag about himself on his own, but I'm proud of his accomplishments, and this was a good opportunity to share all that he's done. (He was in the Navy right out of high school, lived in some fabulous places, and learned some super skills. Now he's got a stellar job because of those experiences.) Regardless, I could still tell he was nervous.

My stomach was making obscene noises, so I suggested we get outta there before I ate my right arm. We gathered our things and headed out. I opened the door, and remembered my trash had been sitting on the front porch, needing to be taken out. I no more than said "Oh, I need to take that to the dumpster," when Sixty had already picked it up and was headed to throw it out. What a sweetheart.

He also offered to chauffeur us to dinner in my car. A smile spread across Mom's face.

He pulled up the restaurant, offering to drop us off while he found a parking spot.

Needless to say, Mom thought he was quite the gentleman.

After we ordered (Sixty getting the least expensive meal on the menu), we munched on salad and bread. But this wasn't any old bread - it was tough, crusty French bread. Sixty reached to saw a piece off for himself.

He quickly dropped the knife, grabbed his finger with his other hand, and said "Dammit!"

Instantly, he winced - not because he had sliced his finger open - but because he just swore in front of my mother.

Mom, not knowing what was going on or why he had sworn, said "What happened?" Sixty pulled his hand from his wound.

"Shit!" Mom said, instantly wincing as well. I died laughing.

"See?" I grinned, looking at Sixty. "We're not all prim and proper around here." I hopped up to ask the waitress for a bandage. She quickly went to get one.

Dinner was delicious. We talked about online dating, and some of my mother's experiences with (She was the one who inspired me to try it.) I was the first one that Sixty had met from the site, so he was entertained with stories about Mom's doozies that she'd gone out with.

We walked to the car, climbed in, and Sixty says "Sandra? Do you have any Pepto Bismol at your house?" I didn't. "Okay then. I'm going to drop you two off at your apartment and go to the drug store."

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Well," he said, loud enough for Mom to hear, too, "I've been so nervous that my stomach is really upset."

Poor kid. We got to my apartment, and he said "Wait. I think I have some medicine in my truck. I'll be back," and he headed to where he had parked. He took a couple of tablets, and said he would be fine in a little bit.

And he must have been okay because he certainly didn't have any problems finishing off the dessert I made. I have to say, it was rather delicious.

All in all, it was fun. Mom - who isn't big on giving hugs - even gave Sixty a hug right before she left. I watched as his face just lit up.

Sixty told me after she left, "Wow. She was cool! I liked her."

She liked him, too.

Friday, June 09, 2006


Dear Boss Lady:

I must confess something. When I am at work, I work. I do. I get my job done and do so in a timely manner.

However, a few things are getting in the way of my working at maximum capacity at present. Please allow me to elaborate.

1. My Bloglines Account. I currently subscribe to over 80 blogs. It has been a routine to read blog entries for my first half hour at work ever since I worked at IGSHPA. (Yes, I worked with heat pumps. Please pull your jaw up off the floor.) And everyone knows I don't like change, so I can't stop now. It's part of my daily routine.

2. MySpace. I just recently latched on to this obsession. And I need therapy now because of it. I spent way too much time the other day looking at people I went to high school with that I haven't seen or talked to in 5 years. And - of course - I had to add them as my friend.

3. Facebook. Where do you think the MySpace obsession stemmed from? Duh.

4. This Damn Blog. Blogging is my release. I'm happy and healthier for it. And if a blog-worthy thought happens to come to me at work, then who am I to tell it no?

5. My E-mail. I think I checked it about 13 times already today. In fact, somedays I keep it minimized on my computer screen. It's just easier.

So, dearest Boss Lady, my apologies if you need me to complete an urgent project today. I'm waaaaay too busy reading blogs and racking up my online friend lists.

Come back tomorrow.

Sandra Dee

Wednesday, June 07, 2006

Getting Out of the Funk

Sorry I haven't been updating much. I just haven't been inspired to write lately.

Call it a funk. I dunno.

So I've had some requests to write about Sixty. What can I say? It's the same 'ole, same 'ole, except for the fact that we've been seeing much more of one another lately - about three times a week - which is to be par for a relationship course though, I suppose. Here are some snippets.

  • I came to pick him up a couple of weekend ago after his surgery, and I spent the night at his parents house - a big step for me - to meet his brother and his dad. Both men are very nice, and by meeting his dad I can see where Sixty gets many of his characteristics from.
  • Sixty's family and I have met up about three times now, and he hasn't so much as seen a picture of my mother yet. So I set some stuff in stone for Sunday night when Mom is travelling up here to meet us for dinner. Update on that later.
  • He and I are appoaching the three-month mark come June 20. That seems hard to believe that its been that long.

What a boring ass post. Sorry y'all. I'll work on getting out of the funk.

Heh. That sounded dirty.

Thursday, June 01, 2006

Five Things

Thanks, Grins.

Five Items in My Fridge:

  • Cereal. Yes, I keep cereal in my fridge. Stop your laughing. I know I'm weird. But because I live by myself, it certainly stays fresher.
  • Oreos. I have to have a little bit of junk food every now and then.
  • Aloe. It's summertime, and we all know what that means for the fair-skinned maidens such as myself. Sunburns!
  • Grapes. Yuuuuuummy.
  • Calcium fortified orange juice. Four out of five doctors say it helps with the prevention of osteoporosis. The fifth doctor just recommends it because it tastes good, damn it.
Five Items in My Closet:
  • My gym bag. Filled with my smelly gym shoes from Tuesday. Ew.
  • A completely empty shelf. It used to house my old t-shirts, but I cleaned it off last weekend. The t-shirts now have a lovely home in my dresser drawers.
  • Shoes. What's a closet without these lovely ladies?
  • Too many clothes. At least I'll never be able to say "I don't have anything to wear!"
  • Two big boxes of purses. To match my shoes and too many clothes.

Five Items in My Car:

  • My iPod: Complete with my iTrip and AC adaptor.
  • A sun shade for my windshield: For those hot summer months when you could fry an egg on my dashboard.
  • An umbrella. You can never be too prepared.
  • My planner. Which, come to think of it, I really need to go fetch since I'm at work.
  • Sunglasses. Super handy when I'm driving.

Five Items in My Purse:

  • Cell phone. Gaw. I would die without this thing.
  • Wallet. Out of which, I recently lost my debit card. I know, I know. I called and cancelled it, and nothing out of the ordinary was found being purchased with it.
  • Rape whistle. You think I'm kidding? It's on my keychain. In case - well, you know - I get raped in the parking lot.
  • Business cards. Never know when these will come in handy.
  • Clinique lipstick. Only the best for this diva.

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