The guy from last week texted. It's a whole week after we went out and it was the first communication initiated by him. That's probably not a great sign, but he DID text and said he wanted to go out again, so I'm trying to think positive. Of course, no actual date was set or anything...
So, who wants to bet that I won't hear from him again? Anyone? Anyone?
Friday, January 21, 2011
Sunday, January 16, 2011
A Watched Phone Never Rings
So I went on a date the other night. I won't bore you with the details, but let's just say that we met on a certain dating site, we exchanged emails, then texts, and then met, and unlike most "first dates" I've had, this one actually went really well. Conversation flowed smoothly, we laughed a lot, we had a couple drinks, played a little darts...It was a very fun time. He was polite, but sarcastic (in a good way), he paid, and he even walked me to my car. He said he'd like to go out again, I sent my customary "Thanks for tonight, I had a great time," follow-up text, and three days later - I got nothing.
Ok, so to be fair, he had a party Friday night and I had a small get together at my house Saturday night, which just left Sunday. Was hoping I would hear from him today, but I didn't.
Here's where I think the train might have run off the tracks - When my friends got to my house last night I told them a bit about him and they urged me to invite him over. I thought it was too soon, which is why I hadn't already done it, but of course the idea sounded nice, so I texted him to see if he was free. He texted back to say he was out with friends. Ok, no big deal, but now that meant that I couldn't text him today, because then I'd be the creepy texts-too-much stalker girl. So, now the ball is in his court and I have to wait and see if he'll do something with it. If he's interested, he'll call. Right?
But, of course, he hasn't. He still could, and I hope he does, but hasn't, which is a little bit of a bummer, because we seemed to hit it off, we had fun, and let's face it, I'm a delightful human being that any man would be lucky to have!
Ok, so to be fair, he had a party Friday night and I had a small get together at my house Saturday night, which just left Sunday. Was hoping I would hear from him today, but I didn't.
Here's where I think the train might have run off the tracks - When my friends got to my house last night I told them a bit about him and they urged me to invite him over. I thought it was too soon, which is why I hadn't already done it, but of course the idea sounded nice, so I texted him to see if he was free. He texted back to say he was out with friends. Ok, no big deal, but now that meant that I couldn't text him today, because then I'd be the creepy texts-too-much stalker girl. So, now the ball is in his court and I have to wait and see if he'll do something with it. If he's interested, he'll call. Right?
But, of course, he hasn't. He still could, and I hope he does, but hasn't, which is a little bit of a bummer, because we seemed to hit it off, we had fun, and let's face it, I'm a delightful human being that any man would be lucky to have!
Friday, January 14, 2011
Hobo Watch
I forgot to share this with everyone last week...
Hobo Watch 2010 officially drew to a close about two hours into the new year. I came home and went up to my room around 2 a.m. The cat followed me, went right to the attic door, and started pawing at it. Then she started to very aggressively attempt to pull the floor guard away from the door! She was almost wild and desperate about it. I called her away from the door and after a minute she abandoned her quest in exchange for some cuddle time.
So, I guess we can safely say there is not a hobo in the attic.
The question is - What IS in the attic? Miss kitty sure wanted to get up there for SOME reason. A mouse? A chipmunk? Perhaps there is a hobo and he has catnip?
I guess we'll never know. I mean, we could know, but that would require me to open the door and go up into the dark, scary attic, and we all know THAT'S not going to happen:)
Hobo Watch 2010 officially drew to a close about two hours into the new year. I came home and went up to my room around 2 a.m. The cat followed me, went right to the attic door, and started pawing at it. Then she started to very aggressively attempt to pull the floor guard away from the door! She was almost wild and desperate about it. I called her away from the door and after a minute she abandoned her quest in exchange for some cuddle time.
So, I guess we can safely say there is not a hobo in the attic.
The question is - What IS in the attic? Miss kitty sure wanted to get up there for SOME reason. A mouse? A chipmunk? Perhaps there is a hobo and he has catnip?
I guess we'll never know. I mean, we could know, but that would require me to open the door and go up into the dark, scary attic, and we all know THAT'S not going to happen:)
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Speed Dating
So, last night I went on a date with 9 different guys. Each date lasted a short and blessed 6 minutes.
That's right, I went SPEED DATING!!!!
I always wanted to try it. I didn't have very high expectations, which, as it turns out, was a good thing, though it wasn't as bad as I expected. Everyone seemed fairly normally, relatively easy to talk to, but I had zero interest in any of them. Not wanting to put absolutely no matches down, I choose two...a psycho-therapist who looked like his face was made out of plastic and had the personality of a Ken doll, and an IT guy who spent the entire time talking about the house he bought without realizing how much fixing it needed. I wasn't actually interested in them, felt no connection and figured they didn't either, but I had to put something.
The email with my matches was waiting for me when I got home. As it turned out, neither of my picks choose me, but I did get four other undesirables that deemed me date-worthy. Four out of nine. Now, I don't think I'm a supermodel or anything, but I do think I'm a fairly good catch, and yet only four out of nine picked me? The bald professor that liked swing dancing didn't pick me? The chubby nurse who was clearly gay but didn't know it didn't pick me? The Ken doll with no personality didn't pick me???
I have to say, it's a little discouraging to get rejected by people you don't even like.
The highlight of the evening came with my second last dater, who was actually someone I had gone out with once, about a year ago. The best part...I'd made a huge fool out of myself when we'd gone out a year before.
Let me set the scene...It was a snowy night. I was in a bar downtown. I had spent almost three hours listening to him drone on about his horrible wife who was divorcing him, the job he'd just lost, and the house he was building but probably wouldn't be able to afford anymore. A real winner! When I was finally getting ready to leave, I couldn't find my keys. I was in a bit of a panic - not because I would have to call AAA and wait, or because some crazy person might have the keys to my car and house, but because I might be stuck talking to this guy even longer. He walked me to my car, looked in the window and saw the keys in the ignition. He pulled open the door, which I had apparently forgotten to lock, and that was when I first noticed that my car, unlike all the others, had no snow on it, despite being on the street during a fairly heavy snow fall. Then I heard the music blaring as he opened the door. Then I felt the heat pouring out.
That's right - I left my car running for the entire three hours that I was in the bar!
So, when he walked up to the table and sat down, he said "I've met you before," and I said, "That's right. I'm the crazy girl who left her car running for three hours!"
His response: "I tell everyone that story!"
And now, apparently, so do I :)
That's right, I went SPEED DATING!!!!
I always wanted to try it. I didn't have very high expectations, which, as it turns out, was a good thing, though it wasn't as bad as I expected. Everyone seemed fairly normally, relatively easy to talk to, but I had zero interest in any of them. Not wanting to put absolutely no matches down, I choose two...a psycho-therapist who looked like his face was made out of plastic and had the personality of a Ken doll, and an IT guy who spent the entire time talking about the house he bought without realizing how much fixing it needed. I wasn't actually interested in them, felt no connection and figured they didn't either, but I had to put something.
The email with my matches was waiting for me when I got home. As it turned out, neither of my picks choose me, but I did get four other undesirables that deemed me date-worthy. Four out of nine. Now, I don't think I'm a supermodel or anything, but I do think I'm a fairly good catch, and yet only four out of nine picked me? The bald professor that liked swing dancing didn't pick me? The chubby nurse who was clearly gay but didn't know it didn't pick me? The Ken doll with no personality didn't pick me???
I have to say, it's a little discouraging to get rejected by people you don't even like.
The highlight of the evening came with my second last dater, who was actually someone I had gone out with once, about a year ago. The best part...I'd made a huge fool out of myself when we'd gone out a year before.
Let me set the scene...It was a snowy night. I was in a bar downtown. I had spent almost three hours listening to him drone on about his horrible wife who was divorcing him, the job he'd just lost, and the house he was building but probably wouldn't be able to afford anymore. A real winner! When I was finally getting ready to leave, I couldn't find my keys. I was in a bit of a panic - not because I would have to call AAA and wait, or because some crazy person might have the keys to my car and house, but because I might be stuck talking to this guy even longer. He walked me to my car, looked in the window and saw the keys in the ignition. He pulled open the door, which I had apparently forgotten to lock, and that was when I first noticed that my car, unlike all the others, had no snow on it, despite being on the street during a fairly heavy snow fall. Then I heard the music blaring as he opened the door. Then I felt the heat pouring out.
That's right - I left my car running for the entire three hours that I was in the bar!
So, when he walked up to the table and sat down, he said "I've met you before," and I said, "That's right. I'm the crazy girl who left her car running for three hours!"
His response: "I tell everyone that story!"
And now, apparently, so do I :)
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