On the Prowl, Peeps

I started an entry earlier today called easy come, easy go. Now I can say differently because he isn’t going! Woo hoo there is hope! Okay, here’s the word my peeps:

So Sunday I went on a first date with Mr Romance. He was very nice…we met for a lunch at Joe’s American Grill, which is fine. He lives in the burbs so we burbed it up. He was very nice and polite. Moderately attractive. A Sunday afternoon date really is a lot less rowdy than a Friday night date, you know? Anyway, we order the same thing and he talks about getting old and wanting a heathly body. Fine. I love a man who’ll eat a salad with me. Lots of work talk blah blah blah…I find myself advising him on how to deal with a disrespectful employee blah… Finally the conversation turns:

Him: You know, I’m not so good at small talk. I’m sort of philosophical and I like to talk about deep things.
Me: Uh-huh, like what? Religion and politics?
Him: Ya
Me: Well those things are fine. I mean, you’re not going to offend me so I don’t see why they have to be so taboo.
Him: I’m not easily offended either! That’s great!
Me: Well now that we have that out of the way, I can tell you I don’t believe in God. Do you?

At this point the date will either blow up, or it will get better. I love to create a moment like this (which is probably why I am single). His face lights up, smiles…he is pretty psyched to talk about religion with me. We talk for two more hours. That same day he emails me to say he wants to go out again. Because I can’t keep up, I respond about 3 days later saying sure. It’s been two days and I haven’t heard back. We’ll see. Maybe I’m in his spam filter. He was okay. Not a lot of chemistry but nice guy and good potential.

Okay SO…SBM and I set up a date after a number of witty emails. He is REALLY witty and I so heart that. Who doesn’t want to laugh? He meets me for Indian food – YUM – one for the boy! We meet in a loungey place with good drinks. I got there early because I always get to first dates early. I like to get comfortable first. He arrived and halleluiah baby jesus he was better looking than in his picture. He was wearing pink – love that. He was sort of geeky looking…like a little uptight with his laptop bag and stuff, but I don’t know…the way his pink shirt pulled tight around his bicep really got me thinking about what he’d look like with that shirt off. Bad girl!

Whew…SO pretty strong personality…lots to say…totally divulging person shit like life without a dad, what we talk about in therapy (fine what I talk about. Whatever), religion…speaking of…this is a black man from Louisiana originally. His mom is Re-li-gious. I ask him if he wants to get married in a church then…”Nah, I’d prefer a beach,” he says. That’s it. I am in love. Okay I am 3 cocktails in but who’s counting, so is he – AND he’s drinking some orange mango martini thingy. This man seems secure. He’s a joker for sure. Definitely a cover-up. He divulges that he used to be a “dick.” He said it, not me. I’m not psyched about that, but I guess if he knows then he has his dickiness under control? Let’s hope.

Nearly 5 hours later, we wrap up. He calls me to make sure I got home okay. Hug goodbye – he is way too responsible to try and kiss on the first date…possibly conservativish in his actions. I know that’s not a word. Neither is dickiness or loungey.

THEN, I’m like – don’t freak out. Don’t chase him. DON’T DO IT! And of course I am checking my stupid email 37 times an hour waiting for it to say “SBM from eharmony has sent you a message.” After almost a day, I write him a brief note saying I had fun and I hope we can meet again. Done. I don’t hear from him for the whole day. Now I am frustrated and sad because I got excited and now he doesn’t like me and, as usual, I am certain it is because I am not attractive enough (I know I know). My self esteem is in the gutter come today. Fucking boys. Sure I have first dates with 5 more right behind him, but I liked him. He really cracked my shit up. Grrr… Then, as a shining light came from above, I checked my hotmail and there it was – I clicked it open in anticipation like Charlie opening the last golden ticket…the hourglass is on my screen…”is it him? Is it him? IS IT?!” IT IS!!! Yay. In record time I log into EH to find that he totally had fun and would like to go out with me again. I do recall telling him I could kick his ass in pool and he says he’d like to accept that challenge.

People, love is in the motherfucking air today. Let’s chant:

I am attractive
My SBM digs me
I will not be a slut and have second date sex
I will have a RELATIONSHIP

I am attractive
My SBM digs me
I will not be a slut and have second date sex
I will have a RELATIONSHIP

Yay. Cat Man first date coming on Sunday…possibly fitting in Mr. Suburban on Sat. Ex-bf professes that he wants to get back together and have babies (better known as the biggest asshole I have ever dated). We’ll address that later, so as to not infringe upon my second date conversation afterglow.
xoxo