I found a ladybug corpse today….

My friends, I know that I’ve been neglecting my blog for many weeks. At first it was because I was spending a lot of time with my new boyfriend, who has since turned into my fiance. Considering that 60% or more of my posts were about the single life, it should come as no shock to you that I ran out of material once I found a truly good guy. Then came searching for a condo, searching for a new job, buying a condo, moving, a car accident, walking out on my job, frantically looking for a new one, and a funeral.

Ah, the old Catch-22. When I have the time to write, there is nothing to write about. When I have lots of material, I have no time to write. Ce la vie, homies. Now that things are a little less hectic, I will try to catch up the journal.

THE CONDO

Well, I looked at several different condos in person, but many more online. The process took about 3 weeks or so. We ended up deciding on the very first one I saw in person! A good friend of mine ended up doing the same thing. (Only he had been looking for months, where as I looked for a month.) For some reason, not only was I really determined to find a place, but everything fell into place so quickly for me. It was a true pleasure. Not to mention not nearly the pain in the ass everyone made it out to be.

I love this place so much!! It is a 2 bedroom, 2 bathroom with a sun room and the most beautiful kitchen. We are really happy here. It feels nice to finally be a home owner. And it feels even better to know that I paid less than it was appraised for. I really made out on the place! Paid $8K less and got $4K in closing costs. That is a savings of $12K. What a rush! It’s like a designer sample sale, only better.

The unpacking has been a bit slower than I would have liked. With all of the other circumstances that have come up, we didn’t have much free time. On the bright side, it is starting to come together. I really can’t wait until all the boxes are put away and the place is clean so that I can have my combonation house warming/ engagement party.

Then will come the redecorating. I plan to take my time and do as much of it as possible on a cash basis. There is no real need to get myself or my guy into debt over a coat of paint and a new duvet cover.

In reference to the title of this little entry, I was in the half of the sun room that we have decided to make into a home gym, clearing out the last two boxes I have to unpack. And it really surprized me to find a dead ladybug on the carpet. I just thought we were too high up for them (especially since all of the windows have screens.) Somehow she found a way to get into this place.

It really struck me because I did not think that I would be able to qualify for this place, but like my pretty little friend, I found a way in too.

Fat Free Ranch is the most disgusting food ever invented…

So my dear friends, it’s a month into the new year, do you know where your New Year’s Resolutions are? What did you promise you would do this year? Go back to school, pay off your credit card debt, or perhaps you wanted to take up skydiving? How are you doing on those goals? Are you sticking to it and working on them? Or have you packed up those ideas for next year already?

Like millions of Americans, I decided that my list would include losing weight. However, I did not start right away with the beginning of January. Sorry, but January 2nd is a little too close to the holidays to qualify as a good chance for me. At that point I am still having visions of sugarplums in my head and might still be a little drunk. So I waited for a while, mid January. I actually did really well for about a week and then completely fell of the wagon. This week I decided to try again. I have to admit that I am doing great so far this week, and I can see myself sticking to it more than last month.

The tricky part is that I am on a tigher budget than usual due to closing on my first condo. (Yay me!) This makes if a lot more difficult to start up a BIG BOLD PLAN. No extra money to buy fancy suppliments or diet food, no new gym memberships, tennis shoes or work out music from iTunes. I have to work with what I have. Add to that starting birth control, and the stress of buying a place and moving and I can tell you this is not goint to be easy.

Contrary to popular belief, I am starting to think that it might be a much better idea to start when you have a couple things going on. If we put off starting things until everything is perfect, we would all ending up Waiting for Godot. Nothing would ever get accomplished!

What have I discovered about myself so far this week?? I prefer Weight Watchers Smart Ones over Lean Cuisine, Quaker’s Weight Control Oatmeal does control my hunger, sugar free gum does not curb my cravings for sweets, and just like the title to this little entry…

FAT FREE RANCH IS THE MOST DISGUSTING FOOD EVER INVENTED!!!

I’m 34 going on 17….

My boyfriend has the task of watching his parent’s house and dog when they are out of town. For the most part, it seems like an easy gig, just hanging around, getting the paper, having access to cable when he normally doesn’t. The dog is a bit needy, but what lab isn’t?? It’s not like she is Marley or anything… but she is an attention whore, and has a special diet. (You have to add a scrambled egg to her dog food.)

So overall it is an easy gig. There is only one thing that is important to keep in mind: don’t get too comfortable because you are still someone else’s house. The last night I spent over there with him, we were feeling particularly romantic and decided to stay in bed the entire next day. We napped, made love, drank water, had sex, ate some food, did it some more. It was a great day.

Until his parents showed up two days early. We were laying in bed, holding each other, and all of a sudden I hear, “Hello? Is anyone here?” and I immediately recognied the voice as his father’s. My boyfriend jumped up, wrapped a towel around his waist, and bolted down the stairs. He had to gather our clothes, which were strewn all over the living room and say hello to both of them. Meanwhile, I am still in the bed, hiding under the covers completely mortififed. (In his rush, he forgot to close the door, and there is no way I am getting out of the bed naked and risk one of them coming upstairs and seeing everything.) Finally he comes back upstairs and we get dressed.

I don’t know where his dad went, but we came down the stairs and I had to have a polite conversation with his mom while picked up the rest of his things. She even was nice enough to say that we didn’t have to rush off. But what else could we do? We were totally embarassed. I am a 34 year old woman. he is a 35 year old man, and suddenly we felt like promiscuous teenagers again. I must have turned seven different shades of red. It is such a shame that we live in such a puritanical society where sex is something that we all do, we all love, but most of us can’t stand to talk about or acknowledge.

I have never been anywhere near that embarassed about sex in my entire life. I am usually very open about it, and not ashamed talking about it or even bragging about it a little. Those worst part is that we ran off in such a hurry and left the room upstairs totally smelling like sex. If there was a shadow of a doubt about what we were doing, I’m sure the wet, stained sheets were a dead giveaway.

The Wonderland of New Mexico

I am on the road to Sedona, Arizona to visit with my family for Christmas. We left Denver about 7:15 AM, which is about two hours later than I expected. But overall it was a smooth start. That early in the morning, there is hardly any traffic on the road. However, since I am used to eating by that time, I was already cranky by the time we hit Castle Rock. Instead of continuing with a play by play for the day, I am just going to list some of the highlights.

At lunch we ate at a restaurant called Johnny’s Mexican Kitchen in Las Vegas, New Mexico. The food was good, but the service was odd. My parents ordered fajitas, which come with guacamole, but the restaurant was out of guac. Too bad the waitress didn’t bother telling us it was out. We did get a discount, but it was still not a good thing not to mention. The waitress was pretty funny- but this is the first incident of the day that made me say WTF are people thinking. Her husband or boyfriend was there with her kids. I’m starting to wonder if the waitress was new, because why else would they be visiting her on a potenital money making day?? Anyway, her little girl was there throwing a fit!! I really wanted to wring her neck after a while, and I like little kids. Every five seconds it was. “”mama, I want mama.” she was crying like she had not seen her mother in weeks and it was loud and whiny and really bad. The dad was saying, “be quite honey, it will be ok” and other such nonsense. It did not work. This five year old was distrubing the entire restaurant and upset my stomach too!!

When fueling up on gas at a truck stop, the card reader would not take my dad’s card and the cashier had no idea how to key in the numbers because she had never done it before.

Then dinner. We ate at The Olympic Grill in Gallup, New Mexico. You know Gallup- even if you think you don’t. Heard of the Gallup Polls? That’s the place. My mom is very sensitive to hot food, she had ordered chicken wings with the mild sauce, I ordered the hot. The kitchen messed up and made two orders of the hot. What a way to screw up. If they had made mine mild, I could have used extra hot sauce on them. Unfortunately, no such luck. So the rest of the menu was not very appetizing and was over priced anyway. She decided on dessert- and ordered the blueberry pie. Two minutes later the waitress is back telling us that the restaurant is all out of blueberry. She had to settle for cherry. And then the waitress had the nerve to charge us for it. WTF????? This is the kind of place where the cashier had a margarita by the register.

Our hotel room has an actual key. Not a card, a key.

Some other things we saw on the road today: a baby’s car seat in the middle of the highway, one cross-eyed little girl with a mean temper, a couple on their way to Denver, and a restaurant with Denny’s quality food at Hacienda prices, and my mother’s impression of Shirley Temple.

Which by the way is so funny that I practically peed my pants.

When friends break up with you

As a single woman in her thirties still trying to find my piece of happiness in this world, I am prone to date now and again. If you follow this blog at all, you are sure to know that I have had some interesting adventures in dating, followed by some really stupid break ups. This blog is one that I have put off for a long time- in hopes of it having a different ending.

Earlier today I was e-mailing a guy that dumped me in October and talking to a friend on the phone. The contrast of a dear friend and a potential enemy got my mind got to wondering: Do friends break up too? Of course that question is more for effect than to actually be answered, because we all know that it happens. Friends come and go over the years, sometimes it’s a falling out, sometimes you gradually lose touch.

But some friendships end with no explaination, no purpose. If you go out with a date more than twice, society expects some sort of ending conversation, but you can be friends with someone for months and end it without saying a word. That should not be acceptable. I guess it boils down to one question: What are the break up rules when it comes to friends?

When I was in college I worked part time at a bank. I met a lot of cool women at this bank and most of them were around my age. We sometimes would go out in groups, not as a official work ievent, just as girlfriends. I’ve heard over the years that some of the women there are still friends 10 years later- in fact one of them even married another’s brother. During my time there I met a woman named Amy. The second I met her we clicked. Not in a lesbo way- we need to be perfectly clear about that. But it was just like we “got” each other. The teller that was training her even asked if we already knew each other because of the connection that was there. Amy and I started to hang out outside of work. Shopping and lunches, working out, even the occaisional clubbing. We always had a blast.

Amy also made friends with a woman at the bank named Elaine- not my type of friend at all. She was far too conservative for my taste, and was also quite racist. I started to bow out of group events she was included in because it was not worth my time to be involved with a ignorant bitch like that. After a while, Amy got pregnant and moved to San Diego to be with the father. We stayed in touch for a while- letters, Christmas cards. I even went to visit her. It just seemed to me like she was far more interested in staying in touch with Elaine, plus the baby took a lot of time too. I tried for a while, but over time we fell out of touch. I know that she stayed in touch with Elaine a lot longer than me. But that ending is not the bad one, just the back story.

This summer I joined facebook. I was instantly hooked!!! I also have a MySpace, but I prefer facebook so much more. One day either Amy found me or I found Amy. Either way it happened, we were very active on the site. We e-mailed and IM’d, gave each other flair, all the typical FB things. Then we moved on to phone calls. Then came the true test, we met for a face to face. It was like the years had not passed at all. We picked up right where we left off. I was so happy! I had missed her so much, and was truly sad when we drifted apart. We started spending time together and swore that we would never let anything pull us apart again.

I loved this woman!! E-mails, daily phone calls, exchanging all of our initimate details. She helped put my heart back to together and I thought I helped her achieve some strong footing too. Well, she met a man. At first nothing changed, we saw each other just as often as we had before him. I made him my FB friend- we did the double date thing with my boyfriend at the time. Eventually and slowly things began to change. She was calling me back less often, her e-mails were shorter, she basicaly disappeared from FB. We went over a month without seeing each other. Once she called when they were fighting, I rushed over and dropped all my plans to be supportive of my best friend.

Then one day it just stopped. No more calls, no more FB, no more e-mails. I tried to be patient. I would send messages & call. Not enough to be annoying, just enough to let her know that I am still here. But still, nothing. I finally sent one final message, begging her to be honest, begging her to respond.

Nothing.

So I removed her from FB and stopped trying. She fell off the face of the earth. Weeks go by and I miss her and I think about her and still nothing. Then, the day before my birthday she calls. I sent her an evite to my birthday party and she wants to know if it was a mistake. She talks about the guy and how he got better for a while but how things were still creepy. She apologized for everything she did. I told her how much she hurt me. She tried to explain. I told her it was ok, and I thought there was hope. She reqested to be my friend again on FB. I text message her and let her know she can bring guest to my party. But the phone call is the last I heard of her. Her facebook profile is deleted. I texted a couple of times, and I sent her an e-mail wanting to know what I did, wanting to know if she was ok, wanting to know if she was mad at me.

Why couldn’t she just break up with me? That would have been so much easier for me. Closure is a big thing. I loved her and she hurt me- once ten years ago when she picked a racist over me, and twice this year when she picked a man over me. I just need to give up and realize that she is one of those people that doesn’t have long term friendships. That I am not as important to her as she is/was to me.

The most important thing I can realize is that I have many other friends that truly do love me and would never leave without telling me why.

Festivus for the rest of us………..

I’ve heard the comment that it seems a little bit early, but Saturday night (November 15th) was my company’s “Christmas” party. Like most large companies, they no longer call the event as a Christmas Party, they even refuse to call it a Holiday Party. This is out of respect for those people that don’t celebrate any holidays. I find that hilarious!! Anyway, we have an party and it is called The Winter Event.

I have no boyfriend right now and had no prospects for a date, so I was going to take my friend Jennifer. She used to work for the same company so it would have been nice for her to see some of her old co-workers. However, on Wednesday she was rushed into emergency surgery. Since there was no chance she was going to make it, and I was not up for going alone, I posted an ad on Craig’s List to find a date.

I was expecting a lot of responses based on the location of our party. Our Winter Event has been held at the same location for the past three years: Invesco Field at Mile High. I was right. Considering the amount of time it was up I did get quite a lot of responses. Some jackass flagged the post – I’m guessing it was in reaction to me turning him down. After reading through the replies, one stood out above the rest. I asked to meet him for drinks on Friday night, to test the waters and see if we could get along well enough to go to the party.

Drinks led to dinner, dinner led to a movie, a movie led to him walking me to my car and a kiss goodnight. It was a nice night. He was sweet and cute and funny. The next evening was the party. He dressed in a suit and looked really hot. I wore a little black dress and looked beautiful. The party was buffet dinner, gambling tables, karaoke, and dancing. We had a great time.

He asked me up to his apartment afterwords and I really wanted to, but I resisted. I like this guy. I’m not sure how much I do yet and that is wonderful. I see potential in him, he is a gentleman and has the right stats for me. For those of you that follow my blog, you must have noticed that I have been falling for men far too fast recently. Who knows, the next time I see him, I might jump into bed with him. And I’m ok with that. It’s not the physical side I am worried about taking too fast, it is the emotional side. I want to get to know him before I get gaga over the guy. I’m not going to let myself get attached so quickly anymore.

Laser Tag and Margaritas

Sunday 10/26 was my birthday. I threw myself a party.

We started out at Laser Quest on Hampden and Yosemite. The list of people there: Scott, Giedre and Erik, Chris, Lisa, Jennifer, Monica, Bob and his girlfriend Maggie, Melanie and Brian. Erik was as funny as ever. I was running late and when I got there everyone was inside. After I said hello to him, he decided to take an air hockey puck over to one of the pool table where people were playing. What a doll.

The first game was a blur: I was running late and still had to settle the bill. We barely had time to get in there. The second game was more fun. I loved it – I was cracking up the whole time! I would definitely play again.

After the laser tag, we headed over to Ajuua! One of my favorite restaurants. We had a blast there. We were so loud and ordered tons of food. The margaritas there are to die for, I limited myself to one. They surprized me with a birthday flan- it made me think of Friends. We also ordered some sopapillas. The talk was mostly sex and politics. And the politics of sex.

What a blast I had!! I have some truly amazing friends.

My attachment to Emotionally Unavailable Men

Last night (Thursday) I finally got around to watching Sunday’s episode of Dexter.  It was a great episode, although it was vexing that Dexter’s internal dialogue didn’t match the episode title, which it usually does.  The end of the episode left me in tears and was a major development of Dexter’s character.

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At the end of the episode (3X04, “All in the Family”), Dex proposes to Rita and her kids.  It is a very beautiful scene, complete with smiles, tears, hugs and a very well-worded and thought out proposal.  It literally brought me to tears.  I was watching it thinking, “I really wish a man would have those feelings for me!”  And then it hit me.  Duh Sonya!  He’s totally faking it.  Don’t get me wrong, I knew all along it was hollow, after all the guy is a serial killer and his words were ripped off from a stalker/killer in the episode.  And yet, there still was a part of me that flirted with the idea that I would be willing to tolerate Dexter’s “Dark Passenger” in exchange for the promise of being in a relationship with a man that would treat me well as he treats Rita.

Later I was lying in bed, unable to sleep (big surprise) and it really hit me.  How sad that a freakin’ fictional serial killer would make a better boyfriend than 99% of the men that I have dated.  WTF??????  What is wrong with the picture here?  What kind of men am I attracted to if I am convinced that dating Dexter Morgan would be a better alternative than the men in my past???   I started to wonder if other fictional characters I have had a crush on were just as bad.   Keep in mind that I am NOT TALKING ABOUT THE ACTORS, but the characters they play/played.

 ****************MY EMOTIONALLY UNAVAILABLE CRUSHES*********************

Data, ST:TNG – Data was an android incapable of feeling emotion.  Well, for the majority of the series lifetime anyway.  I don’t remember when the crush started, but I remember an episode when Data explores having a girlfriend.  A lot of the things he did for her were incredibly thoughtful and even “sweet”.  He was attentive, complimentary, often looking to please her.  It was cute.  Dating him would have many advantages.  He would never forget a birthday or anniversary; he would learn about everything that interests you; and he is fully functional after all.  But it would all be part of a program in his positronic net, not actions based on a real heart or mind.  

Angel, Buffy TVS – Angel was a 200 year old hottie vampire with a thing for the slayer.  (Long before there was Edward, there was Angel.)  That soulful look, the absolute sexual vibe that radiated from every inch of his body, OMG he was hot.  I fell for him the first time they showed him.  I remember freaking out when Buffy first found out he was a vampire.  It was devastating.  He was so good looking, mysterious, and he was protective.   Finding out that his secret broke so many female viewer’s hearts.  But we all still wanted him.  At the time I had not had as much experience with hot, sexy, powerful men that are bad boys on the outside and (emotionally) dead on the inside. 

Jack Bauer, 24 – This man can stop a terrorist attack, save the life of a government official, and give a woman mulitple orgasm in the same day.  What a complete stud!!  He is patriotic, strong, intelligent, and is always the Good Guy, even when breaking the law.  I fell for Jack the minute I saw that he was still concerned about his daughter’s safety even while tracking a nuclear bomb.  That’s the kind of man I want!!  Until I remember that he would not hesitate to fake his own death and walk away from his true love in order to protect his country.  That’s a little too “Die Hard”, even for me.  It’s sexy on television, but in real life it is heartbreaking. 

Batman – The Dark Knight.  Wow, just typing that makes my panties a little bit wet.  The guy is just shy of perfect.  Tall, dark, handsome, rich, intelligent.  He has a fantastic house, is very well eduated and very much in shape.  Batman has always been my favorite superhero because he is just a regular person fighting criminals.  He was not exposed to Gamma radiation, he was not bitten by a radio active spider, he was not from the planet Krypton.  He is 100% human and just wants justice in the world.  All of these reasons are why I liked Batman.  Plus, let’s all admit that Bruce Wayne is WAY cooler and hotter than Clark Kent and Peter Parker.  But dating Batman would be a difficult thing for a woman.  He’d be running round all night, fighting, getting wounded.  It would be difficult to make plans.  Most importantly, he has still not healed from his parent’s murder.  Witnessing such a violent, senseless crime caused major damage to his emotional well being.  

Now I just need to find out why my crushes were not the “healthy” people in these shows instead.  Why didn’t I go for the normal men on these shows if there were any?   that would have the time and the emotinal maturity to make a good boyfriend.  Geordi (ST:TNG) who is a really nice man and would make a wonderful father and husband; Zander (Buffy: TVS) who is silly and loyal, or Superman, who falls for a girl and marries her.

The No-Nickname Guy

We met on a dating website. After exchanging some very interesting e-mails back and forth, we decided to get together. What is funny is that now that time has passed, I can’t even remember why we had our first meeting at my apartment. That is something I have never done before. I always start out with a public date. It’s usually at Starbucks or a bar or something.

Well, we were watching something – it was a debate or a speech for the Presidental election, once again I am a little bit fuzzy on the details. All of a sudden he kissed me. My head began to spin. I felt this electric attraction towards him. He was a really good kisser. I admit it, we slept together. Yes, the first date. Yes someone I met the first time. I know I’ve made a lot of entries this year about the men that I have dated and slept with quickly, but he is truly the first guy I had actual “intercourse” with on the actual first date. In this blog, I usually hint toward sexual happenings- but I never come out and say it. If you must know the truth, I rarely have sex with them. It’s called Poetic License, something I am sure this man would not understand. But I am getting ahead of the story.

A couple of days go by, and we have seen each other and had amazing sex during each one of those days. He takes me to meet his friends, we have what I believe to be a great weekend together. All told, we have 5 GREAT days. Then, he asks me to be “exclusive” with him. It was really cute and sweet how he asked it. Then we had ONE day of being a “couple”. Midway through our date the next night, there is a shift in him. I sensed it shortly after dinner. I went to his place prepared to spend the night, but I announced I was ready to leave as soon as the movie was over. It just didn’t feel right. The connection was off.

The next morning he broke up with me. In an e-mail. During work hours. And that is not even the worst part. His e-mail and phone conversation afterwords completely contradicted everything he ever told me about his feelings for me. It’s been five weeks, and the best I can figure out about it is that he was using me to get laid and tried the good old “fake it till you make it” approach. He was saying all the right things, all the sweetest things, all the “you are the most sexy and cool and funny and sweet girl ever” things, hoping that if he said them enough, he could convince himself. Well, the sad thing is I really did like him. Part of what I liked about him was all the nice things he said about me, so I used to get him to say them a lot. I later found out he thought that was “needy”.

Another thing he complained about while breaking up with me was this blog. I’ll never fully understand why he had a problem with it. Yes, I tend to exaggerate a bit for my readers. It’s fun and harmless and just for effect. For example, I happened to type my end tagline “and the search continues” after I met him and it hurt his ego. I didn’t do it on purpose. Then plan was to lead up to the point I fell for him. But we never made it that far. I was really into him, just behind on my blog.

So why is he called the No-Nickname Guy? Because I have no idea who he was. I have no idea what was real that he said to me. I fell really hard for the man I thought he was, the man he was pretending to be. Who he is in real life, I will never know.

The Sweet and Nervous Geek

Tonight (10/07/08) I went on a date with a guy I met on mingle2. His name is Nathan. An interesting side note about his name? It is actually his middle name. His first name is John. That probably would be a good thing to tell a woman who screens her calls, but whatever.

I met this one right after the split from the yuppie (the original first split). I spend A LOT of time e-mailing this one about politics and economics.  I wanted to make sure not to get myself in a situation similar to The Republican with the Mohawk or The Uptight Yuppie. This back and forth e-mailing gets quite intense and detailed, but all good news. Nathan and I are so alike on our world viewpoints that he quickly jumps to the top of my list of men I am considering.

Well, a week goes by and we are doing the IM thing only.  I don’t understand why he doesn’t just call and ask me out.  In the meantime, I end up meeting someone else on mingle2 because this guy is too clueless to take the next step.   BTW, I really think it is retarded that the default setting of IM is to open automatically and log you in.  Sometimes I’m just jumping on my computer for a movie time or something.  I don’t need to get all these messages coming in when I am in a hurry.  I change the settings so that it no longer pops up instantly and before you know it I have not “talked” to this guy in a while.  He puts two and two together and realizes that calling a woman to get to know her might actually be something he can try.  So I get a bunch of calls on my caller ID list from some random dude named John.  I finally pick one of these up and it is him.

This takes me back to my first paragraph.  Why exactly would he not tell me his phone number might come up under a different name?  OH YEAH!  Because he is used to people that only have cell phones.  It doesn’t cross the young pup’s mind that I might have a home phone, but I digress.  At this point I happen to be totally into someone else already, but since there has not been any discussion of exclusivity with the second man, I decide that it is in my best interest to give Nathan a shot.

We are about 20 minutes into the date and suddenly it hits me.  I am on this date to keep my options open and to help keep a bit of perspective on the second guy.  Nathan is on a “REAL DATE”.  GUYS: IF YOU ARE REALLY INTO A WOMAN, PLEASE DON’T HESISITATE!!  The problem with Nathan sticking to IM for a week is that I begin to disconnect from him as a person.  He has become a smiley face icon on my IM screen, not a living and breathing person.  Anyway, since Nathan (who I was super into for a while) has sentanced himself to become nothing more than a cyberspace pen pal in my mind, the second guy has completely taken over as my new number one interest. 

So, as I said, he is on a Real Date.  An OMG-I-hope-she-likes-me-I-have-butterflies-in-my-stomach-date.  He is all cute and sweet and nervous with me and is trying very hard.  It is so obvioius to me that the two of us are not on the same page at all.  But he is so unaware of the difference that the date is actually painful for me!!!   I feel like I am watching a train wreck.  His stories are hard to follow because he is so nervous and I am thinking about the other guy.  Pretty soon I am about ready to run away.  The waitress is taking forever.  I swear at one point I swear 45 minutes go by and she has not been by our table to check on us.  Ok, maybe not that long but still.  I keep praying for my cell phone to ring.  FUCKING RING DAMN IT!! Anything to get me out of here!

It gets to the point that Nathan even comments, “Are you in a hurry or something?”  HAHA LMAO.  It gets worse.  When we are finally able to get the heck out of there, he wants to walk me to my car.  No, I’m ok.  Yes please let me walk you.  We are standing outside my car and he wants to kiss me.  I can so tell.  It’s written all over his face and I am trying to get in the car.  He starts to lean in and I go for the hug goodnight instead.  I thought he might cry!!  How sad.  Seriously.  But couldn’t he tell how bored I was during the date?  I kept checking the time and scanning the restaurant for the waitress to ask for the check.  He was bright enough to realize I was trying to get out of there, doesn’t he get why?  WTF????

He suggests we do it again sometime and my response is, “Well, thanks for dinner!”   So readers, my question is, do I need to call this one?  Can I just blow him off?  When have I met my obligation to “be polite”?