First date phonepost

Had a first date lunch with a Georgia Tech ME undergrad this afternoon. Wore stilettos and got stuck in the rain. Got to ride the Tech Trolley for the first time! He was adorable but we went Dutch. I think I might be an ageist, though.

And we’re back.

Tonight I’m meeting a guy up at my usual bar to get to know each other. I met him there on Tuesday night, but happened to be there with someone else. I’d left my phone with the other dude, so I gave my number to the hot guy- and promptly forgot his name. I correctly remembered his last name, but I’ve been unsuccessful in tricking him into giving his first. This should be fun.

I also started online dating again. I’m doing OKCupid. I’ve had a few okay dates and a couple of flops. I have a few more coming up. I’m optimistic, though I might have made a noob mistake in inviting my current favorite to attend a company-sponsored event with me as a first date. It’s an outing to Six Flags, but neverthless could go horribly awry.

More to come, eventually.

It keeps getting better

(12:01:57 PM) Self: i think at one point i was laying the mack down on this guy with a foreign accent
(12:02:03 PM) Self: but i didn’t get the digits
(12:02:12 PM) Grownup Friend: umm
(12:02:12 PM) Self: so i don’t know what i did
(12:02:22 PM) Grownup Friend: I do think i recall something about that
(12:02:24 PM) Self: or if i did i lost them
(12:02:27 PM) Grownup Friend: but he didn’t have an accent
(12:02:30 PM) Grownup Friend: he had a speech impediment.
(12:02:33 PM) Self: oh.

The Last Three Months

This is a high-level overview of what’s gone on during the three months I have ignored y’all. It is a list of the people with whom I have Had Things To Do or maybe just makeouts, and a brief description of the event.

I wish every day was S’s birthday

So yeah, it’s been awhile. Again. Oops. I don’t really have anything to say in defense of my silence, so I’m just going to try and fill y’all in on what has happened since last time. Working backwards,

Meetup with the Buff Bengali

Last night was good, albeit mostly-uneventful. Went to the web design meetup to which the Buff Bengali had invited me. He looked good- arms as big around as my thighs. Yes, please! I had a few drinks and made the rounds, and by the end of the evening I had commanded the full attention of a group of men and was regaling them with my witty stories. The Bengali brought the conversation around to the previous weekend-

Snuggie Pubcrawl: Teaser Trailer

MGD: hey, is there another snuggie barcrawl coming up?

I Wish I Could Get a Restraining Order

To keep unwanted people out of my dreams. It is fucking invariable that, any time LBHF makes an appearance in my dreams, I am going to be miserable and lonely, and feel shitty all day. Of course, since today also brings with it the need to contact both my bank and my local police station multiple times due to my debit card’s number having been compromised by some fucking asshole, it was bound to be a not-very-good day anyway. I also stubbed my toe first thing this morning.

Physicist called several times yesterday. I spoke to him once. He wants to have dinner sometime this week, but I graciously declined on the grounds that I have plans nearly every night. He sounds like kind of a goober, and not in a good way. Also, somehow in my drunken stupor, I had forgotten that he is a grad student. Bleagh. Students. I might just write this one off from the get-go.

The identity theft debacle also kept me in last night, despite my plans. I think that SMG is sick today, which probably means that tonight is off as well. I plan to stay in and sulk. Fuck everything; it’s Tuesday and I’m hating life.

Monday I’m in Pain

I’m updating from my phone, so I’m going to keep this brief.

Physicist called last night. He wants to go out this week, but my schedule is packed this week. I might try to fit him in tomorrow before SMG arrives, but as I want to avoid potential drama, I’m currently undecided. I haven’t called him back yet.

This week’s schedule:
Monday: Sweetwater tasting at the usual spot
Tuesday: weekly SMG date
Wednesday: webdev meetup with the Buff Bengali
Thursday: recovery
Friday: girls’ night out with S and KC
Saturday: the long-awaited date with Twitterdude
Sunday: is when I get my sleep in, cause on Monday I’ll be at it again. (Holla.)

Goals for this week:
1. do not sleep with anyone.
2. do not give my phone number to anyone I don’t already know.
3. avoid avoidable drama.
4. do 50 pushups each day.

I’ll let y’all know how it works out. Happy Monday, bitches!

The Harsh Light of Day

Handsome Stranger finally woke up at about 10am. I’d made coffee for him, which he drank, but things were weird. He seemed to be in the mood to snuggle, and the combination of my not being at all a morning person and my latent guilt about the previous night’s drunken sexcapade caused me to be standoffish and somewhat aloof. He was obviously uncomfortable with my demeanor, but continued to try to get me to snuggle with him and kiss him and stuff. I was not feelin’ it. We watched some TV because I was at a loss for what to do, and I finally told him that I had to take him back to his hotel at 11:20, citing my obligation to take My Evil Twin back to his car. He was not happy when I dropped him off. “I guess… just… text me or something,” he said as he closed the car door. Wince.

Picked up My Evil Twin and drove him to his car. He was funny and feeling much better, though embarrassed about last night’s mishaps. I deposited him at his vehicle without incident. I don’t think he remembers the comment he made about not having the courage to ask me on a “real date”. Thank goodness. I accidentally dialed SMG’s number right after I picked My Evil Twin up, so he had the opportunity to hear the semi-awkward conversation on the drive back to the bar. Delightful.

Home now. Sent the obligatory “it’s-not-you-it’s-me” easy letdown text message to Handsome Stranger. He seems confused and unhappy. Argh. I am looking forward to the day of absolutely nothing that I have planned for myself.