Big Manly Hands

And the winner is…the anonymous cheater!! Haha…I’m pretty sure someone told you I was going out with Mr. Manly the Pilot, D. But either way, I decided that the prize is the creepy doll I made for my grandma when I was young and recently re-inherited upon her death a couple of weeks ago. :) 

So yes my friends, the date was actually with the pilot for round three. One thing I like about him is that he is always a man with a plan. We are both into astronomy so, since he recently acquired a sweet new telescope, he invited me out to dinner and a star party/date which he called, a star date. Anyway, I was pretty excited about this one because being under the night sky is always an amazing experience but with a man…very romantic! 

As we approached the big day, the weather outlook wasn’t looking too bright. He informed me that he had a contingency plan if it was cloudy. What? A man with a back-up plan too? Love it! I had an idea what that plan might be but I thought I’d wait and see if he wanted to tell me. I think he wanted to surprise me. He picked me up close to on time and we headed out on our adventure. He took me in the direction of down town and I knew that my suspicions had to be correct. And correct they were. We went to the Clark Planetarium and therefore I have come full circle in this dating experiment. If you will recall, that is where I took date #1 a couple of years ago. I took him because I love astronomy. This time, it was mutual. We had fun looking around for awhile and then saw a show called, “The Violent Universe.” Oh my goodness, if you have not been to see a show there, I’m telling you, you must! The theater is sooo amazing! It was such a cool show! And completely different from the laser show I saw there before. It was awesome!

During the show I was really hoping he would hold my hand… but he didn’t. It was awkward in there with the arm rests and junk. He leaned in my direction but it just wasn’t happening. I was kind of disappointed. But, it eventually ended and we had to go. We set out in search of food! He took me to this AMAZING waffle place downtown. I don’t know what it was called I just know that it was delicious! It was a tiny place but so good! We ate quickly and that was that. It was early and he didn’t have anything else planned. So, he didn’t know what else to do but take me home. I wanted to hang out with him some more so I invited him to hang out at my house for a bit. I offered up my Netflix and everything. He immediately accepted but said he wouldn’t stay late because I had to get up for work and he needed to get into a better sleep schedule. I wasn’t sure what to think of that but was just excited that he was coming over.

At my house, I struggled a bit getting the Netflix to work so we chose a movie from my collection and put it in. We sat really close and not long in, our hands were so, so close and finally they made their way into each other. I think it was kind of both of us at the same time but I’m not sure. Once that barrier was crossed, I felt a lot better and didn’t really have any boundaries. I mean that appropriately though! I get nervous at first because I don’t want to be the first one to initiate contact but I don’t have a problem with contact after that at all. So, I won’t say much but it was a great night. We watched that movie, then a LONG episode of Star Trek on Netflix, then a couple of episodes of The Office. Then we turned off the t.v. and just cuddled for a good long, long while. It was great. We talked a little…sometimes more than others. 

I don’t know how to say this but basically, it was different in a good way and so nice. I really felt that he wanted to be with me. I felt safe in his arms…which is just what I have really wanted for so, so long. He also told me I was a good cuddler which made me smile, haha. Anyway, I just felt respect, equal, and valued which I can’t say was the case last time I dated a guy. Then, when we finally said goodbye…at a ridiculously late hour…he gave me the best, nice long hug! And then about 4 more of those before he actually left. There was a moment when he was walking down my front steps when he turned and looked back at me and we just smiled at each other and said goodbye again. Ahh…it was nice! Good date. Good guy! He already checked on me today to see how I was doing with almost no sleep! I’m happy.

Fool the Guesser

I grew up in Las Vegas. In the Interim between high school and college, I briefly worked at a magical place called Circus Circus. Yes, I wore a colorful shirt, beckoned passers-by to play my games, and held up large, ridiculous stuffed animals for all to see whenever we had a big winner! It was a job. It's only redeeming factor was working a game called, "Fool the Guesser." I enjoyed the challenge of guessing correctly the height, weight, or month of birth of willing participants. Well, that and I really liked playing with the sound board of most delightful sound effects.

Anyway, I bring this up because it's your turn now. So, I have a date on Monday. Guess who! Is it one of the three men I've lately dated? Is it a new guy? Who is it...you get to guess. And if you guess correctly well then, I will tell you that you are right! :) And if I can think of a better prize, you will get that too. Just updating you on my CRAZY crazy dating life! You will hear more soon.

Mr. Charming #22 (aka Yoga Man)

Tonight I finally met the mysterious yoga master we previously discussed. I had absolutely no expectations going into this date. Actually, I knew it would go well but was pretty sure that things weren’t really going to work out between us so I wasn’t incredibly worried about it. I also knew that it had to be better than last week’s over-the-top Latin lover. He does yoga, what’s not to love about that right? Anyway, he lives kind of far from me so we arranged to meet at a delicious restaurant in the middle…his choice. I had only been there once but have wanted to go back ever since so I was delighted at his decision. It’s somewhat of a little treasure here in the valley. The place is called, “Citrus Grill,” and so far their food has not disappointed these taste buds! 

Okay so here we are, the night that was pre-arranged. First of all, let me tell you how this came about. He said he was going to take me to dinner a couple of weeks ago. I hear from him sporadically and that is fine. At some point last week I was about to give up because he hadn’t actually set up a time yet he was still looking at my online profile. I was a little frustrated but still, decided to text him in a cute way to see what was up. I said, “Are you just gonna keep checking out my profile, or will I actually see you in the flesh one of these days. ;)” It seemed to go over well and he said, “Maybe a little bit of both.” So then we chatted a bit and we set up our date for tonight. He texted me earlier today to make sure I was still on board. Yes, I was a little bold…but sometimes you just gotta do what you gotta do and I figured if it turned out poorly…what would I lose? I’m glad I did it.

Just before I arrived at our destination, he texted to tell me he was there, where he was sitting, and that he was wearing a gray beanie. I arrived shortly thereafter and he stood to give me a hug as we met. And….he was cute!! His smile made me smile…and we did a lot of that. It was so incredibly refreshing after last week’s incident. I almost forgot about that actually. We talked, we ate, we laughed, we had a good time. It wasn’t just all about, “what do you do? Cool, what do you do?” “What’s your favorite color?” Honestly I don’t ever care what someone’s favorite color is. It’s refreshing to have a date where you find out that stuff but you also share fun stories and you laugh. 

Now, I have a confession to make. I am not super proud so don’t judge me. It’s kind of against the rules to talk about other guys and stuff while on a date. BUT…he asked me if I had to work tomorrow. I told him I was supposed to and he caught on to the fact that I had a planned ditch day! I somehow felt the need to explain myself and may have told him about Mr. Latin Lover. Don’t judge me okay! Things just happen sometimes! Anyway, he laughed and gave me some suggestions. I LOVE that guy’s suggestions are SOO different from girl’s suggestions. His is way different from yours, haha. He said I should tell the guy I am a hoarder. He told me to watch a few episodes of “the hoarder” and familiarize myself with their lingo and then drop it on him. Silly guy! I like it though. He is just fun.

Speaking of fun…fun is what he does. He owns an outdoor shop, snow boards, fishes, does some other stuff. It sounds like he really enjoys living and makes the most of it. I like that. He also seems like a good guy…active in church…but also human. I don’t know, I just felt very comfortable with this beanie bearing charmer. He made me smile. Outside he walked me to my car and said he didn’t want any crazy Latino men to get me or something like that. My car was actually right outside the door though. He hugged me, thanked me, and said that he will check his schedule for next week and find a time that we can go out again. He said we can go to dinner AND do something else! 

When I got home I texted him and told him thanks again for dinner and that it was fun to meet him. He also had not shaved before our date but I thought he looked good. Anyway, that came up in one of our conversations so I might have also said, “I’m glad you didn’t shave, you wear your facial hair like a champion, haha. :)” I know…I am a DORK!! I told him I was excited to hang out again soon. He replied that it was nice to meet me too and that maybe next time he would be clean shaven. I said, “Haha well either way I thought you looked good.” I also wished him a great night. Then HE said, “That’s very nice of you to say. You looked cute too. Have a good night. Sweet dreams.” Aww, how cute is that? I know that having come from #21 I would have thought it was creepy but it totally made my night with this guy! Cheesy of me to share that whole conversation but I thought you might like it…cause I do. 

I am excited to see where this goes. And I’m excited to see where the other men go too. Speaking of other men, I swear, when it rains, it really does pour! What is the deal? I can’t keep them away it seems. At church on Sunday they guy whose house I went to play games a couple of months ago sat by me. He pretty much talked to me throughout the entire meeting. I know that doesn’t mean much, I just kind of wonder if he might be a little bit interested. It seems like it.

 Tonight a guy friend of mine texted me. I have sort of been his “dating mentor” these last couple of weeks. He comes to me with questions. He is dating a girl a little which is a small miracle because he NEVER dates or cares to really get out of the house. Anyway, he confessed to me at some point that he would date me but that he is not my type. Wow. Way to drop that on me friend. Anyway, I skirted around that nicely and we all left the conversation happy. Another friend called me today and does so frequently. I and some of our other associates can’t help but also wonder about his motives toward me. I’m not trying to say that the whole world is in love with me….it's just that a few guys are acting kind of suspiciously that way. That said, I have a few other guy friends that I suspect nothing of the sort from. We are friends and happy to just remain so. And that concludes my tale for tonight. Peace out-

The "More Later"

In my rush to get to work this morning I left out a few things that you may want to know. If you have not read the post below...please do so before reading this one. So, while Mr. Lovin was trying to get some lovin during the movie, he kept leaning over to me to tell me things like, "your perfume smells good." Wait a minute...do you think I actually got ready for this date and wore perfume to lull him in? No, I did not. Must of been the blasted lotion. Great. Dry hands next time. I wore my glasses so I could see. He said, "I've never seen you in glasses, you look cute." He asked a few times if I was cold. I kind of was but I had kept my jacket on and my arms crossed so I was doing okay and was willing to tough it out as long as I had to before actually admitting that I was a little cold. Apparently he was. He wanted to cuddle. I did not. I kept my distance. I just felt weird. And I knew I would have to see him today. By the way, the flower he brought me was a long stem red rose. :/

The rest of the night, our conversation went like this:

Him, "oh, you play soccer sometimes? I would love to see you play soccer some time. I will come watch you sometime."
Me: "I like to go hiking."
Him: "I will go hiking with you sometime."
Him: "I will go snow boarding with you sometime."
Him: "I will make you some Peruvian food soon."

And on and on and on. It was just one date but I already feel smothered! Thankfully he ended up canceling coming to my class today since it is a short day. He did come talk to me about it though. Bleh! You better believe that on Tuesday, I will be sick. I am truly mentally ill this time. And I know that is super immature of me once again but I really have a hard time handling this. Maybe that's why I never dated much when I was younger. I am just not good at it. And now I have a small harem of men and just don't know what to do with them except for hope that the one I like decides he likes me too. Oh, we still talk and he is very kind and fun, I just don't know what his plans are. I do however know Mr. Lovin's plans...

Latin Lovin #21

Awkward. Uncomfortable. Weird. The list continues. When I was growing up I lived in a sort of "little Mexico." There were many moments though out my life that caused me to feel uncomfortable. For example, I am not sure how many families lived in the house across the street at one point but it was definitely more than one. Two of the men would sit out on the front porch and when I would walk out of my house to my car, they would whistle and things. When I was younger I had a boy, "Noel," who used to harass me and say inappropriate things when he would see me. This happened for years. It took me many more years to like the song, "The First Noel." When I held a sign on a street corner for a high school car wash, a couple of them yelled out the window to me, "You want my body??" Unfortunately I heard, "You want my money?" I nodded enthusiastically and they blew me kisses. Ugh! A few years back I went Latin dancing with a good friend of mine. Almost right away I had somewhat of a leach. He couldn't speak much English but did repeatedly ask me to marry him and said, "I love you already" in his thick Spanish accent.

Now I'm not saying that I am racist or anything like that because I'm not. I also have had many friends through the years who are of the Hispanic culture. I've also just had many experiences that have made me uncomfortable and have somehow caused inside of me a hesitancy when it comes to men. That being said, I work with a teacher from Peru. I teach his students twice a week. He also attends my class. When I met him, I was positive that he was married. Still, he has been really friendly to me. He is pretty good looking but I was just friendly in a distance sort of way due to his marital status. Last week he added me on facebook. I was shocked. Late Saturday night I was in a hotel in a city far from here charging my phone on the computer they provided for public use. To kill time I of course got on facebook. Said teacher was also online and started a conversation. Yikes.

The entire conversation made me feel kind of out of sorts. He confessed that he doesn't talk about his personal life at school much but he is divorced. Interesting because all over his facebook are pictures of him and his wife kissing and stuff. Anyway, I don't remember how it all went down but as soon as I found that out I found a way to get off. The next night I was again on facebook while cooking dinner. He was also on and started chatting again. Don't you hate it when you have to put that you are offline so that certain people will not talk to you? Me too but after that conversation it had to be done. Still, the damage was already done. He was cooking dinner too. Peruvian food. He expressed a desire to cook for me and said "let's find a time this week." Eventually that time came and last night was the big night. :/

We had talked before about him cooking me dinner and me making dessert because I am good at that. So, I prepared and put together a grocery bag with all of my supplies. When he picked me up he called to tell me he was at my door. Minus point number one! Boo!! I opened the door and there he stood dressed in a full on suit and tie with a rose in his hand. Ummm.... I felt super awkward before he even arrived but that did not help the situation in any way. I am a weird girl and I HATE it when guys bring me flowers. If it was a guy I was dating or interested in that would be a different story. I hate it on the first date though. Uncomfortable. We got in his car and he asked where I would like to eat. What?? So confused! I know we speak different languages but I thought I was pretty clear on the plan. We went to the Cheesecake Factory. In many ways I was relieved to be in a public place. It just took forever.

After dinner we went to the movie. We arrived an hour early. I thought my night would NEVER end! He talked a lot. And sometimes his accent is hard to decipher. I felt somewhat violated and I don't know why. I'm just pretty sure that he has us dating at the very least. We watched, "Mission Impossible." I am sore from leaning away from him. A tough task but he was trying REALLY hard. Ugh! Longest movie everrrrrr. I finally arrived home and he said he had fun and wants to plan a time next week to cook together. No!! I don't know what to do cause I feel like I am 12 again and I suck at this game. I have to go to work now. He will be there. I don't wanna!!!! I'm having an anxiety attack. I hate dating. I hate all of this! I kept thinking about the pilot. Wishing I was with him. Wishing he would be a little more willing to set up the next date with me and stuff. But nothing ever seems to match up all in the same guy. Anyway, I am late but I wanted to post. More later.

Numba Two!

No you sickos, this post is NOT about the bathroom! While it may have some references to such, it is actually about date number two with Mr. Manly the Pilot! We finally met once again in the flesh last night. He recently invited me out to his house to make dinner and watch a movie. After talking to him and getting to know him a little better over the last couple of months, I was excited to see his place of dwelling because you learn a lot about a person that way. My journey there seemed long and endless but I finally arrived and he was there to greet me at the door.

I knew that after working all day, I would be pretty hungry by the time I got to his place so I just prepared some chicken enchiladas in advance and threw them in his oven when I got there. That worked out nicely because we then had some time to just chill and see his house. He took me out to the garage to show me his most prized possessions first. There he keeps his sweet dirt bike. Wow, the thing was HUGE! Bigger than me for sure. That being the case, I probably shouldn’t have tried to get on it with my already sore body due to a beating I took snow boarding the other day, but that’s another post for another day. The point is that I may have pulled something and could hardly move the rest of the night but I didn’t cry in front of him. I put on my brave face, entered the bike from the other side, and then called it good. Good, good times.

After the garage we toured the living room with its two pianos! He played for me at my request and it was kind of cool, since I’m a musician and all. Then he took me down stairs, the location of the big screen where we would watch our movie, and also his bedroom with his computer and such. We watched a few motor-cross type of videos that he likes and then decided we should probably check on dinner. At some point the timer had apparently gone off. It did not seem like that long AT ALL so I was glad they hadn’t burnt or anything! The meal turned out pretty deliciously although, it probably wasn’t my best. I brought chips and some home-made guacamole. It was my first attempt and to be honest, it wasn’t a great one. I’ve definitely had better ideas. Seriously, I brought all sorts of onions and garlic. Nice. All of the smelly stuff all at once. Well, hopefully I didn’t send the wrong message.

When we were fully satisfied with our meal it seemed a good time to head back down stairs for the movie. We loaded it up and got comfy on the couch. It was kind of cold down there! Thankfully he was warm and sat real close. Still, I had to get some blankets soon. I get cold so easily these days. I wasn’t too worried about it though, that’s what guys are for right? To keep you warm? I don’t think he quite caught on to that unfortunately though. Anyway, we watched “Thor” because I had seen it recently and suggested it to him. I liked it. He liked it too. Before it started he asked me if he was going to be morally corrupted by watching this movie. He laughed of course and so did I. It is a really clean movie actually. One of the things I really liked about it.

Now, about that bathroom talk I promised. I believe that I have before mentioned my tiny, tiny bladder as if you care. Well, yesterday just happened to be another one of THOSE days. Before the movie started I had take care of that. Then only once during the movie…how nice. At that point I had a little pee fright because he was like barely on the other side of the door from me and I didn’t want him to hear me going but I knew he could. So then I was trying to be really quiet and it took forever. When I went to stand up I totally hit my head on a shelf and may have made a sound. Anyway, later after the movie was over I only had to go like one more time. Seriously, it’s embarrassing, that’s all. He didn’t have to go at all. Maybe he doesn’t have a bladder. Maybe he has a bag. Anyway, I definitely have one and it works more often than I’d like it to.

Well, I bet you are glad I shared that little gem of a paragraph. After the movie we hung out in his room a little more and finished our Moto 3 video, chatted it up, explored some other objects in the room, looked at some other things online, and then headed upstairs for some brownies and ice cream. He provided the dessert. It was great! We talked some more. I played piano for him and he guessed a lot of the songs I was playing. I was impressed! Then I decided it was time to head home. He offered to walk me to my car and he did. Outside it was perfectly still and beautiful. It had just rained and the world was quiet, clean, fresh, and peaceful. I put my stuff in the car, chatted with him a little more and then he gave me a good squeezer and I took off.

Before leaving his house he asked me a couple of times to text him when I got home so that he knew I made it safely. I thought that was super sweet. In fact, as I was driving home on the good old I-15, a huge deer decided to share my lane with me. Thankfully I saw it quite in advance and slowed considerably. I also changed lanes; it decided to follow. I swerved ever so slightly into the next lane where another car was coming but we didn’t hit or anything. Thankfully I did indeed make it home safely and was happy to report so to the man. He replied that it was awesome I made it safely and he would talk to me soon. I guess we will have to wait and see what exactly that means this time around. I think it went well though.