Archive for September, 2011

Day 135-136: “Mr. Nice”

Posted in Uncategorized on September 5, 2011 by Veronica Graham

Sunday started out as any normal day, I was late for work and pissed off. I worked at the Irish bar and then after work I went to a birthday party for someone whom I used to work with at a Lebanese restaurant. I still frequent this restaurant because the food is amazing. When I arrived at the party it was great to see everyone I used to work with having a good time and drinking. The birthday boy was turning 26, and was wearing one of those silly little birthday hats chugging a beer. 

I walked over to one of the tables and was greeted with smiles, food and booze. I bought the birthday boy a couple rounds and caught up with some ex-coworkers. When I finally sat down the only seat available was across from this hot Syrian I met while I was having lunch at the Lebanese restaurant one day before my shift at the Irish bar. I met him roughly a week ago when I stopped by to stuff my face with baba and lamb. I was actually completely hungover that day. He is a server there and introduced himself to me that day and naturally we started chatting. I found out that he was from Syria and he has a lot of family living here in America. He wanted to come back to work and go back to school. His family is already very established here, and he has lived here before (he’s not a FOB). 

I didn’t talk to much about myself because I was too busy asking him about his life. First and foremost he is a Taurus, I was thrilled to here about that since I have a fetish for people of that sign. He is a not-so-good Christian, and like me he wears a cross around his neck. He is average height and has beautiful dark skin and warm brown eyes. He has a great smile, and likes to smoke Marlboro reds. Naturally, he is fluent in Arabic, but to my surprise he is also fluent in Russian and English. His accent is VERY sexy, and it was easy to sit back and listen to him chat up a storm. 

I left that day and didn’t think much of it, and I knew that I would see him at the birthday party yesterday. When I arrived he was talking to some other girls and seemed to be enjoying himself. He smiled and said hi and continued socializing with some Russian cuties. To my surprise, I didn’t get jealous or start to freak out at the site of him doing this. I just sat back and enjoyed myself and had a beer, after all I wasn’t there to see him.

As the night progressed I could tell that he wanted to be near me and talk to me again. He was pretty obvious about it when he left in the middle of a conversation he was having to sit next to me and ask how my week was. From that moment he was completely interested in only me and didn’t go back to talking with the Russian cuties. By the time the night ended, I knew I liked him and that he liked me. He invited me back to his place for a night cap, and of course, me being me….I accepted.

I can’t explain the underlying comfortability that I had when I was near him. Usually when I have met guys I didn’t know that well my intuition kicks in and I see red flags, but choose to ignore them. I didn’t have any red flags this time. I had an overwhelming sense of security when I was near him. I didn’t tell him my WHOLE life story, but I told him about the blog and that I gave up sex for year, because I’m looking for love and hoped to get married one day.

Here comes the bad news….I slept with him. I slept with him last night and this morning and loved every second of it (I’m definitely a bit rusty in the sac). We held each other ALL night and ALL morning. I was upset about it last night, but I made the choice, and I knew what I was doing. I wasn’t hammered and I wanted to do it. I thought about the blog, my vow, God, the readers, my friends, my family and ironically I was and still am okay with the decision I made. This morning he made coffee for us and we went out on his deck to have a cigarette. When I told him that I would have to tell the readers about what I did, I asked him what he wanted his name to be in the blog. He said call me “Mr. Nice”. As he was walking me to my car, I asked him if we could be friends…friends with benefits that is. He said yes.

I’m shocked and feel a weird sense of comfort about what I did. I felt at peace around him, and we have made plans to go out again. I also know his first AND last name which is a bonus for me. I have no idea how to continue this blog form this point on, I don’t have a guidline for the blog besides not having sex and thats out the door, or a boss (kinda wish I did), I don’t feel too guilty because I knew I would confess in this post. Just to clarify….My vow is null and void. It is over. 

I have learned a lot about myself these past 136 days, almost too much. I still have a ton of stories to share, and there’s never a dull moment in my life. I feel like I let (you) the readers down, not me. It’s because of (you) the readers that I got this far, I couldn’t have done it without you and of course without the help of my partner in crime Kimmie. I’m happy with my decision and am willing to live with the consequence. Even if it all blows up in my face and I find out that he isn’t “Mr. Nice” I’m okay with it. I would still love to continue writing, but I need an audience.

It’s up to you, the readers….I can either continue writing and sharing my life with you now that “Mr. Nice” has entered into it or you can tell me to go fuck myself and put Veronica Graham and all of her stories in the trash. Don’t hold back in sharing your honest opinions about what I should do or where to go from here, I NEVER held back in the blog. The majority will decide my fate when it comes to the blog. 


Veronica Graham

Day 134: “The Cat fell outta the Bag”

Posted in Uncategorized on September 4, 2011 by Veronica Graham

I was a little hungover this morning on my way to the Irish bar, but it was worth it. I accidently friended a co-worker on Facebook yesterday…I have been pretty good about keeping the people that I work with in Irish bar away from my blog until now. When I accepted this guys request, I didn’t think much of it until I found out who it was when I was at work. He came up to me before I left and said that he found me on Facebook. I got really nervous and started to sweat a little, my eyes widened and my heart skipped a beat but I managed to say “I accepted someone named —— was that you?!” He said YES.  I could have died, I thought about quitting, I thought about running, I thought about de-friending him, I thought lots of crazy thoughts. Then I asked “Have you read any of Veronica Graham’s entries?” He said YES.

Ladies and Gentleman…the cat fell out of the fucking bag! My other co-workers ask me about this blog, but until now I have been able to keep almost all of Veronica’s secrets out of that bar, and keep them from reading about her devilish life. I’m actually really nervous about how I would handle it if I walked in one day, and I found out that my co-workers had read an entry or two. They might take me out back “Irish Mafia Style” and beat my ass, or they may like it. Either way, only time will tell.

Here’s to 232 Days, Veronica Graham- “When shit hits the fan, its gets on everything”

Day 133: “The Ex-Wanna-Be”

Posted in Uncategorized on September 4, 2011 by Veronica Graham

Oh my God! Today was a good day, and I remained positive all day. It’s crazy to think I could actually be a joy to be around, but I was (I think). I had a great shift at the Irish bar and met up with Whitney for happy hour at a fancy restaurant. She was in the mood for some Italian cuisine so when we finished our drinks we headed over to her favorite spot to have some pasta for dinner. As you know…I’m a slut, but there was ONE time…long, long ago when I said NO to a guy and it still backfired.

I walked into the Italian restaurant and saw “Ex-Wanna-Be”. An “Ex-Wanna-Be” is someone that spreads a rumor that they have slept with you to all of their guy friends, but hasn’t. They are a rare breed, but they exist. If you slept around as much as I did, then you can understand that no one believed me when I said that I didn’t sleep with him once the rumor was out. I know it comes as a shocker that I told someone NO, but I did. He told friends who were friends with my friends that I had sex with him, and they believed it. What made matters worse was that he went to a different high school in my district, so it was impossible to get my side of the story out. I already had a reputation in my high school as a slut so it didn’t matter when I told my friends that I said NO to him because I said YES to all the rest!

“Ex-Wanna-Be” was and still is very popular and good looking. The combined forces of looks and popularity made it easy for him to say that he slept with me, and NO ONE ever questioned him about it. Looking back, I can see how in the eye’s of everyone else it wouldn’t make sense that I would say NO to someone who was good looking and popular, but I did. I didn’t sleep with him because I had a secret crush on one of his friends, whom I never got a chance to hook up with…Damn, his friend was hot!

Here’s to 233 Days, Veronica Graham- “Ex-Wanna-Be”….I would still tell you NO!

Day 132: “Sugar and Spice”

Posted in Uncategorized on September 2, 2011 by Veronica Graham

I rolled out of bed around noon and met my dad for a slice of pizza and a coke. Pretty exciting huh?! We talked for a bit and are starting to warm up to each other. After lunch I thought about how much longer I have to go without sex and went through my calendar….The actual date that I will be able to take a roll in the haystack is…Saturday April 21, 2012. I imagine it will be with someone I’m dating and hopefully in love with. It’s a long time from now, and believe me…it will be a wild and unforgettable night. However, if I haven’t found that special someone to share myself with it won’t be hard after waiting a year to wait a little longer for Mr. Right.

I waited on a lesbian couple tonight and I found out it was their first date together. I asked the ladies how they met, and what they did on their date before they were graced with my presence. One of the ladies was decked out in a white linen suit whom I will call Sugar. The other was in a pin strip shirt, navy linen pants and cognac colored dress shoes, whom I will call Spice. They were both very attractive and personable, and had no problem sharing with me the details of their evening.

It started out with Spice picking up Sugar with a flower that she had gotten from the White House Florist. Spice works at the White House and was able to get one single flower for her special night with Sugar. Spice presented the flower to Sugar upon her arrival and proceeded to take her out for dinner at a Thai restaurant and then to see a movie. They ended at the Irish bar for a night cap and got to meet me.

I could tell that Sugar was hesitant about Spice after she spilled the beans when Spice went to the ladies room. Sugar met Spice at a bar in DC and  told me that as soon as she saw her she couldn’t take her eyes off her. She confessed that she thought Spice was the most beautiful girl she had ever seen and was excited that they exchanged numbers and were now on their first date. I could tell that Spice was a bit of a player and while she was away I asked Sugar how she felt about Spice. She said that she really liked her, but was scared because Spice had just gotten out of a 3 year relationship and wasn’t sure about her motives. Sugar was a sweetie and I told her that if she really liked Spice to not rush into anything (if you catch my drift). She smiled and said “I will definetly make her wait”.

Of course I was jealous, I knew that they had something special and that it had the potential to be long term. If Sugar can resist the charming ways of Spice until she is certain she is “The One” they might have a chance at experiencing the magic of true love. I hope to find my special someone too, and when I meet him….I hope to be like Sugar and take my time in really getting to know him. Besides, how much can you really learn about a person after one date…not much.

Here’s to 234 Days, Veronica Graham- Tying to find Mr. Right is like searching for “a needle in the haystack”