Yesterday, was a shitty day…to begin with. I was having ridiculous trouble getting sources for a freelance assignment I’ve been working on and it was really pissing me off, because the story goes to press like yesterday.
I was all fired up over it, until I got home to see that my carpets hadn’t been cleaned…when I had them scheduled to be cleaned. Now, yeah this seems like no big deal. But it is. I don’t have time for this shit. I spent my Wednesday evening moving all my furniture into the areas of my apartment that aren’t carpeted. I had planned to spend Thursday evening moving it all back onto clean carpet, since I have a date tonight (what if he wants to come inside the apartment) and since I have company arriving Saturday morning. But I told them to come today anyway, so I’m really going to have to scurry with the furniture moving.
Fucking right, doggie.
So I logged on through Twitter and was able to text him my questions about love and dating…and he answered them.
HE ACKNOWLEDGED MY EXISTENCE. Damn, that boy is fiiiiiine.
If you were watching my Tweets last night, I’m sure you witnessed a few of my questions, so sorry. My first question was something along the lines of, “on Tough Love you say you can tell a lot by what a woman wears, so what should we wear?”
His response was…
“Ok, Cocktails Saturday Tiffanys…what a woman wears can tell a man if she’s soft or curvy or classy, so concentrate more on the impression that you’re setting more than if what you’re wearing is something fashionable…men will be attracted to dating a girl who dresses to what they are used to.”
It wasn’t exactly like that and he kind of rambled on, but IT WAS AMAZING. I am obsessed. I mean we were sitting across from each other, both enjoying a brew, talking about dating.
Sign. I’m pathetic and yes I know that’s the closest I’m ever going to come to a date with him.
In other news, it has been one hell of a week. Not necessarily good or bad—just effing balls crazy. I have gathered that some of you are curious about the date I had Monday night. I’ve been debating on whether to share it or not, because it went so good I really have nothing to say about it. But I can give you the scoop anyways.
The guy’s name, I’ll call him Matt…I met him at a wedding a few months ago. He was in the wedding, while I was there to be my friend Leslie’s date. She is friends with him and said, “Matt, have you met my friend Lucky?” He said, “No but I’d love to.” So we met. I didn’t talk to him much at the reception, or really at all. Somehow he ended up sleeping in the hotel room I was sharing with a few friends—I woke up to pee and he was awake on his bed.
“I’m so sorry if I woke you up,” he said.
“You didn’t. It’s fine.”
And that was the extent of our conversation.
About a month ago, I saw him out at a bar with some friends. I approached him and said, “Hey there…remember me?”
“You don’t,” I said.
“Yes, Yes, I do Lucky,” he said. “You just look so good.”
Whatever. I turned and left.
But then of course, I thought of him weeks later and told my friend Stephanie that I was interested…to which she said, “Really? He has such a crush on you!” So then he asked me to dinner and off we went. We had dinner at PF Changs, which is definitely a favorite of mine—orange peel scrimpies, hello LOVUH! He did all the right things—opened my doors for me, asked permission to drink beer, let me pick the appetizer, etc.
There was only one flaw—I had to be the aggressor on the goodnight kiss. ShyGuy would not approve, as he told me women need to let the guy lead. But, I have my own rule: always kiss on the first date. Then you know what you’re dealing with. And I, for one, refuse to deal with a sloppy kisser. It was a good kiss, although just a peck. So I’ll have to check back in on that one.
He asked if he could call me for a second date, I said yes, and he did the next day. I like that he didn’t have to wait for the two day rule or whatever it is guys do now. So there you have it, tonight we are going out for a movie and drinks. I hope I don’t get sloppy wasted and ruin it, because this seems like something good…
And then tomorrow I am going to the airport to pickup a guy who is visiting from states away to see me for four days. Yes, I feel like a two-timing scumbag, even though I am not committed to either one of these guys. Sigh. When it rains, it pours.
While I’m off being a whore, I’m leaving it up to Gizzy to entertain you all for a few days! xoxo