A few days after date number 3 with NH guy:
(IM conversation after he attended family bday party)
NH guy: birthday girl demanded that i introduce you to her lol
me: oh?
NH guy: she was sitting on my lap earlier and wanted to know who i was texting
me: and what did you tell her?
NH guy: that i would like you two to meet
me: why would you want that to happen?
NH guy: well i think your a sweet girl that i enjoy spending time with
Me: but don't you think it's a bit early to talk to family about me?
NH guy: yeah she is the only one that knows
Me: how old is she
NH guy: 8
Me: i see
Me: well happy birthday to her
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Huzzah!
Date #2 with CG (construction guy).
Shows up 5 minutes early. I was nearly ready so this was fine, give him tour of house while I collect my various essentials: shoes, keys, phone, money, jacket, directions. Then, we're off to the nearby renaissance fair. (No, neither of us dressed up for said outing.) Now, this is something that I have been trying to go to for an extended period of time (6 years)... noone has been interested in going. But, it was my choice for date activity, so off we went.
I highly suggest fairs and things for dates. There are usually tons of things to do: mini stage acts, food, vendors, walking around, people watching, and lots of conversation starting things unique outfits, nifty items for sale, the guy juggling flaming sticks, whether or not you can throw an axe in a wall... really the possibilities are endless.
For food, I enjoyed a "leg of fowl" half expecting it to to be made of, you know, bird? But no, it was ham. Odd. Watched a "Mud Show." Kind of disgusting to say the least, but you know, no big deal... just guys drinking muddy water, eating mud, rolling around in mud but to each their own I suppose.
The joust was cool, definitely not as well choreographed as at say Medieval Times, but amusing nonetheless. But I must say that I had a very good time today mostly due to my fabulous accompaniment. Really nice, great guy that you can have a good conversation with, joke around with, and so on. He seemed a little nervous today, but hopefully that will subside. The only thing going against him is that he's short. I'm 5'2", and he's right there at eye level with me. CG always has hilarious stories, which I thoroughly enjoy, and he's right there cracking the politically incorrect joke right along with me. Depending on when we hang out next, I may make him some brownies. He seems worthy of baked goods.
Overall date score: 4/5
Shows up 5 minutes early. I was nearly ready so this was fine, give him tour of house while I collect my various essentials: shoes, keys, phone, money, jacket, directions. Then, we're off to the nearby renaissance fair. (No, neither of us dressed up for said outing.) Now, this is something that I have been trying to go to for an extended period of time (6 years)... noone has been interested in going. But, it was my choice for date activity, so off we went.
I highly suggest fairs and things for dates. There are usually tons of things to do: mini stage acts, food, vendors, walking around, people watching, and lots of conversation starting things unique outfits, nifty items for sale, the guy juggling flaming sticks, whether or not you can throw an axe in a wall... really the possibilities are endless.
For food, I enjoyed a "leg of fowl" half expecting it to to be made of, you know, bird? But no, it was ham. Odd. Watched a "Mud Show." Kind of disgusting to say the least, but you know, no big deal... just guys drinking muddy water, eating mud, rolling around in mud but to each their own I suppose.
The joust was cool, definitely not as well choreographed as at say Medieval Times, but amusing nonetheless. But I must say that I had a very good time today mostly due to my fabulous accompaniment. Really nice, great guy that you can have a good conversation with, joke around with, and so on. He seemed a little nervous today, but hopefully that will subside. The only thing going against him is that he's short. I'm 5'2", and he's right there at eye level with me. CG always has hilarious stories, which I thoroughly enjoy, and he's right there cracking the politically incorrect joke right along with me. Depending on when we hang out next, I may make him some brownies. He seems worthy of baked goods.
Overall date score: 4/5
Inaugural Post
Let's start off with some music, shall we?
Life is about the journey and not the destination, that's what they always say. So let's talk about my journey for the last bit.
Recently single. Interesting circumstances, but definitely for the best. Realized I gave up a lot of myself to be with someone. Lesson: never do that again.
Luckily my friends really rallied around me to give me the support I needed. I moved out, and now I could not be happier with things.
I've been doing quite a bit of dating, and this will probably comprise a good chunk of the blog. Names will probably be changed and some details blurred a bit. Never exaggerated. There is no need for exaggeration.
Let's get some background on my current living situation. I grew up in a not so small New England town, moved to college in another New England state, and now live in and around Boston. I had been living with "The Ex" who we shall call... I don't know, various names will inevitably come up. After the "break up" I moved out, and now live with my foster family: the "parents" Bob and Jen, and the "kids" Mindy and Mike. Mindy is out of college and Mike is still in college.
I suppose to pique interest I should at least give you one story. But let's start with an oldie but goodie...
There once was this officer in the Air Force, whose name is not important as there was only one "date." We went on a fabulous date to waterfire and dinner, and had a fabulous time. Well, one thing led to another and clothes came off (I wish his had stayed on). After about 30 minutes of hiding the sausage, things had become pretty damn boring. I suggested changing positions (this one was fine). I suggested changing the song (who listens to the same song over and over again?). After being told that it was going to take a little while longer, and it started to hurt, and I dismounted. So what does the AF guy do? Rips off the condom before I'm even off, and starts beating off! I was going to offer to help him out with my hands, but he seemed to be all over that himself. So at this point I started getting dressed, and he's on the bed wrenching and moaning and screaming things like "OH yeah, fuck yeah" and other things you'd hear someone say in a porno.
Anyways, the funniest part of this story is that he then shot himself in the face.
Square in the eye.
I couldn't help but laugh as I'm getting dressed.
It was an awkward car ride when he drove me home, to say the least.
Life is about the journey and not the destination, that's what they always say. So let's talk about my journey for the last bit.
Recently single. Interesting circumstances, but definitely for the best. Realized I gave up a lot of myself to be with someone. Lesson: never do that again.
Luckily my friends really rallied around me to give me the support I needed. I moved out, and now I could not be happier with things.
I've been doing quite a bit of dating, and this will probably comprise a good chunk of the blog. Names will probably be changed and some details blurred a bit. Never exaggerated. There is no need for exaggeration.
Let's get some background on my current living situation. I grew up in a not so small New England town, moved to college in another New England state, and now live in and around Boston. I had been living with "The Ex" who we shall call... I don't know, various names will inevitably come up. After the "break up" I moved out, and now live with my foster family: the "parents" Bob and Jen, and the "kids" Mindy and Mike. Mindy is out of college and Mike is still in college.
I suppose to pique interest I should at least give you one story. But let's start with an oldie but goodie...
There once was this officer in the Air Force, whose name is not important as there was only one "date." We went on a fabulous date to waterfire and dinner, and had a fabulous time. Well, one thing led to another and clothes came off (I wish his had stayed on). After about 30 minutes of hiding the sausage, things had become pretty damn boring. I suggested changing positions (this one was fine). I suggested changing the song (who listens to the same song over and over again?). After being told that it was going to take a little while longer, and it started to hurt, and I dismounted. So what does the AF guy do? Rips off the condom before I'm even off, and starts beating off! I was going to offer to help him out with my hands, but he seemed to be all over that himself. So at this point I started getting dressed, and he's on the bed wrenching and moaning and screaming things like "OH yeah, fuck yeah" and other things you'd hear someone say in a porno.
Anyways, the funniest part of this story is that he then shot himself in the face.
Square in the eye.
I couldn't help but laugh as I'm getting dressed.
It was an awkward car ride when he drove me home, to say the least.
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