Tag, You're It!

Good news -- I have adequately recovered from my pisser attitude and am feeling more upbeat about things. There is a good chance that a cocktail with a friend in the near summer heat last night was just the cure I needed.

Skinny man continues to send me weird emails that say things like -- "I am free Sunday, call me," even though we still haven't spoken, nor has he called ME. Okay that's fine. I'll call but I'm getting a little tired of the freakin' constant e-mailing when he has my number.

On other fronts, I actually spoke with The Wrestler. Nooooo. YES! Noooo. YES! Yes I have and it's a spring time miracle I tell you. He called me from his car running errands yesterday (awww how sweet). The first thing he said was "oh I didn't think I'd get you." I love that. Way to make a girl feel wanted. Then he talked all spazzy like maybe he had one to many lattes or smoked some crack before leaving the house. You know, when people you don't know talk about the details of their lives in a weird sort of inapproriate way? Too much info, but hey, whatever, I have as big a mouth as the next guy. I took the plunge and invited him for a cocktail but he had rehearsal bc apparently he is an actor. Bummer. He didn't commit to another time to meet but said he'd call me soon. I'm getting the sense that he may be nice and is definitely fun, but he has a life that really doesn't leave room for anything else. We'll see. OH, and note my thoughts about him in The Roster post -- he mentioned how broke he is about 4 times in 10 minutes. God I have honed my boy-evaluating skills so well that I know what their deal is before they can say it. I'm impressing even myself.

So some other cute boys came out of the woodwork today, and once I am done talking to myself here, I'll respond to their inquiries. One of them "The Lawyer," is this guy who had been winking at me and all kinds of crap like that back when I did Match ages ago...I cannot remember why we never spoke but I think I found him boring. ANYway, he found me again and wrote to me today. After meeting all of those live-with-their-mothers-cat-men, he's looking pretty good. Did I mention he is a lawyer? I'm no money grubber, but he has his own practice and a house in Rockport at the beach. This type is perfect for my desires to stay home with my kids, start writing, become a teacher, and basically enjoy my life -- oh, and have a nice house and white picket fence, of COURSE. Problem is that this type is usually a little dry and boring. Regardless, he got my digits today and we'll talk. I LIKE that because all of these other guys are like type, text, type, text, type, text, blah blah blah. I could die of old age before they pick up their fucking phones. Oh man, it's the typing and texting that's making me mad!!!

Think happy thoughts. I will speak with The Lawyer, and his voice will be lovely (not all screechy or high - ick). He will have good energy and want to meet me. Yep, that's the ticket. No more email tag for me!