the gym man

this week's blog is about unrequited love, second chances, and looking like an asshole.  here's a song to enjoy while you read:

in an attempt to get healthier, i joined a bougie $72 a month gym that was full of hot bodies, fancy workout machines, and some really killer yoga and pilates classes.  after only being a gym member for a couple weeks, i noticed a guy and thought he was really cute.  tall, black, very thin, handsome face.  i often had staring contests with the back of his head and of course would quickly look away when he did recognize i was staring at him.  this went on for a couple of months, because i'm overly shy and have a fear of rejection.

one day, to my excitement and surprise, the gym man got up on the treadmill next to me and we started talking.  he asked me about my tattoos as a way to break the ice and we made plans to see each other again at the gym.  i hadn't planned on going to the gym that next day as i had a party, but i really wanted to run into him again so off i went.  we connected the following day, exchanged phone numbers, and made plans to go on a date.

our first date he took me out for sushi and we walked around the waterfront. really awesome date!  i did break my rule and i kissed him on the first date. 

 (my rule is if i really like you, i don't kiss you on the first date)

we dated for about 2 months.  i was really starting to develop strong feelings for him and fantasizing about him being my boyfriend.  since he wasn't bringing it up i decided that 2 months was long enough.... so i broached the subject and basically was told that he was not looking for a relationship, that he's still hung up on ex-girlfriend.  i was very hurt and that was the end of that.  that was last summer.

now, gym man was always very good about checking in on you.  even though things didn't work out the first time, he still texted me on my birthday and thanksgiving and he seemed genuinely interested in me and my life.  i remember driving home from the bar thanksgiving night last year and we were exchanging flirty texts, and that was where things picked up again.  but this time it was different.  he was more involved, there were more dates, and more sleepover parties.  i was really feeling like things were finally beginning to work in my favor.

fast forward to february 2013, i expressed to him i thought it was weird that i have never met any of his friends before.  between this time and last time, we've been dating 4 months, he's met my sister and even my bestie from kansas city.  so lo and behold, the next time we talk, he invites me to friends superbowl party.  i'm so excited that i cancel my own superbowl party!

(it's ok, only one person RSVPED)

i get to go meet his friends who all seemed to like me, we had an amazing time at the party.  i'm feeling like i've finally met a guy who i think is super cute, i'm crazy about him, he makes me want to go to the gym more, and all around pretty postitive things.  my sister really liked him too.

a couple weeks after the superbowl party, i started to get ansty again.  i wasn't sure where we stood and he wasn't saying anything to me.  i'm feeling some kind of way and i need to know what he's feeling.  so i talked to him and he basically told me he wasn't ready.  AGAIN.  at this point i'm floored because i feel like a fucking idiot for not only dating him once and having him do that, but dating him a second time.  he told me that he still was hanging out with his ex, as friends.  they weren't intimate but they did go on weekly costco trips together because they shared a membership.  and she was a manipulator and he was unable to get away from her.  what a fucking bag of testicles.

(street justice?)

i kinda let him off the hook a bit.  i tend to be bitchy with people i'm not as close to, whereas the people i am close to i'm a pussy around them.  i need to switch that up... anyway... 

so i'm all FUCK THIS GUY.  i was sad, gave myself a month, and i moved on.  i blocked him on facebook, i deleted his number from my phone, i excorcised him from my life because that's what you gotta do sometimes.


last week, i got a text from a number i don't recognize asking me something about the redskins.  my curiousity is piqued.  i ask who it is and after a couple back and forth texts of them not wanting to say who it is, they reply and say it's the gym man.  CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?  OMG. *sigh*

in an asshole fashion, i kinda pick at him and tell him he's an idiot because i'm the best woman ever, he had TWO chances with me, and he blew both of them! i did also send him a picture of me looking all sexy in mexico, on the beach in a hammock, with my nice juicy booty in the air and said "YOU COULD HAVE HAD THIS".  maybe that was a little bit mean, but fuck him.  he fucking deserves that shit.

(i mean, seriously.  i am someone's dream girl.)

at this point, i feel like i've made him feel like a fucking douchebag tool.  while i can honestly say that i'm not into revenge, i did take some pleasure in making him feel like shit and letting him know that he isn't privy to my facebook, that i don't even give him a second thought because he's not in my phone, and i really hope that he thinks twice when he dates the next girl and does the same shit to her.

gym man's problem is that he's obsessed with his ex-girlfriend.  i just don't get it and i don't say this to be hating on other women, but i find that a lot of the guys i tend to date go for the mousey girls.  and i'm far from mousey.  i have a big personality,  i'm gorgeous, i dress well, i try to be put together.  i run a successful business, i have my own car, a stable home... i'm a catch.  i think that guys just can't handle all this!  they seem to want a women who looks like a "what not to wear" reject and has more issues than national geographic.

i'm sure there are things are putting out there too, i'm not completely blameless here.  i have dad issues, a fear of abandonment, getting clingy sometimes... just a desire to be loved, but at what cost, really?  i look at me and i look at these women and i wonder, are they easier?

perhaps that's just how it goes.  for now, i can say that i really have no feelings either way about gym man.  but it's pretty fucking funny, and there will be no third chance with me, bitch.

knowing your worth

i had written this amazing blog post, but my computer did an automatic system upgrade and i lost the file.  that's what i get for writing things on notepad and not using word which backs up my work... lesson learned.

so, mountain man is back home and life is returning to normal for the district dater.  i had an amazing week with my man and i miss him.  we visited nearly all the big monuments (washington, lincoln, vietnam, WW2, white house, saw the national xmas tree and more).  we walked the old town waterfront.  we had create your own 6 packs.  two double dates.  we laughed so much, snuggled, laughed more.  he met my mom, i can't even tell you the last time i brought a guy home to meet her.  so many amazing adventures.  i'm still just as crazy for him, if not more so now, and i love that we really enjoy each others company.  between when we met in colorado and him driving to visit me last week, we've had 12 magical days together.  if he lived here, there would be no question of who i'd want to be with.  however, this blog would turn into a vomit inducing love fest... you're safe from that, for now, reader.

(okay, maybe a little vomit is good...)

i had an epihany while he was here, something i've always known but never fully realized in my conscious mind -- i'm a big damn deal, and men are lucky to have a chance with me.  i don't say this to sound arrogant, more like my father was a collosial douchebag who never showed me how a man should properly treat a women and as i've gotten older, i've idenitified the ways this has negatively affected me.  i've allowed myself, in the past, to be victimized emotionally and made to feel less than i'm worth.  my last 2 boyfriends are a great example of that.  i will no longer accept a man talking to and treating me any kind of way. and really, i have my mountain man to thank.  from rescuing me when i fell down the mountain to holding every door imaginable open for me and carrying bags from shopping, there are small subtle things he did that made me feel special, important, and loved.  a gal can get addicted to these things!

(please, one dick at a time)

while i'm holding onto the memories of an amazing 7 day adventure with my possible future husband, i know that it's not our time yet.  he lives in ohio and has his projects he's working on.  i'm in virginia working my business, becoming financially abundant, and hoping to move to colorado in the next year.  if i had it my way, we'd be re-united and live happily ever after as mountain people.  until then, it's back to the drawing board of dating.  we both decided that it's not fair to either of us to carry on a long distance relationship but i gotta say -- MM has ruined me for other men.  i don't know if it's possible to meet someone else that is such a great fit for me like he is!

the day after he left, my phone started blowing up with potential suitors.  it's like they know.  funny how that works.  the gym man from my past reared his ugly head again... fuck off.  (note to self: write a blog about the gym man).  i have several dates lined up for this week: a teacher, a chef, and a rapper.  possible dates with a musician/teacher and a TV production guy (who i made out with a couple weeks ago and my BFF doesn't care for, but i'll give him a second date).  i'd like to think i've found what i've been looking for, but in the meantime, i look forward to the company and new adventures.  until next week....

my amazing adventures with the mountain man

it's hump day, you know what that means.......  new blog time!

(the real mountain man is not as furry, or old)

i have many back logged stories of assholes that have done me wrong, but that's not what you want to hear about today.  let's talk about my mountain man.  please note that i'm 2 beers in to a 6 pack beer challenge, so i'm just going to type my thoughts and not worry too much about the editing...

my mountain man drove 6+ hours to see me, and we've been kicking it since saturday.  i've had a few men over the years that have made plans to visit me, but it never worked out, so i didn't want to get myself too excited.  i saved that for when we got to the 24 hour countdown and i managed not to projectile vomit before he got here.  i was nervous leading up to his visit, hoping that we still had that spark, that we were still attracted to each other... thankfully it's all still there. :)

my mountain man is SO not my type, but i happened to meet him during a moment of thinking outside of the box.  they say the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again, but expecting different results.  so, in that line of thinking, me dating the same type of guy over and over and expecting to find a good one is the definition of insanity.  appearance wise, mountain man is 6'1", 25 years old, with curly brown hair, brown eyes, glasses, and reddish brown stubble.  he is SO cute!  he has the best sense of humor and we laugh so much together, we say the same things.  we both like the same activities too, so there's always a lot to talk and laugh about.  and i want to eat him up.  i want to do terribly dirty and amazing things to him.  aside from that, he adores my crazy cat that no one likes, and JJ adores him.  it's pretty cool to date a man who actually likes your pet!  

we've managed to have some amazing adventures.  we've been all over DC, alexandria, and arlington.  we walked all the monuments, visited the american history museum, danced and drank at the clubs, hung out with my BFF, walked the old town waterfront, lots of happy hours, ate some amazing foods, and drank lots of craft beers.  it's been pretty magical and while i love waking up to him in the morning, it's a bit sad knowing that the final day of his trip is coming.  the sex has been fucking epic.  FUCKING EPIC YA HEAR???  so many years of black men boyfriends that i forgot white dudes can fuck.

if my mountain man lived here, there wouldn't even be a question of who i'd want to be with.  but with my life here and his life in ohio, i don't think that either of us are in a position to currently change that.  i've also become more aware of my baggage around him and i blame that on years of dating assholes.  but while he's here, he is totally my boyfriend.  i touch him and i feel energy coming off of him.  he's so smart, and he's so observant.  any woman would be lucky to have him!

i hope that one day, our lives will be together because no one has ever made me feel the way this mountain man does.  being around him makes me the happiest i have ever felt.  i laugh the hardest around him.  can i meet a man here that compares to the mountain man?  god, i hope so.  i am really not looking forward to friday... maybe once he leaves, i will have a better grasp of my feelings. 

colorado is for lovers

colorado is one of my absolute favorite places to visit, hands down.  my BFF, erica, lives there, i've made some great friends, everyone is so chill and kind, the scenery is amazing.... if you've been to colorado, you'll understand what i mean.  i fell in love with the rockies on my first visit in 2004 and i've been back 4 more times, falling deeper in love with the most amazing state EVER!

last year on my BFF visit, erica treated me to a getaway in eagle, colorado... a tiny bump in the road town past vail and 2 hours west of denver.  eagle is a bit of a slower pace than this DC gal is used to.  the town has 1 grocery store, 2 bars, a chinese restaurant... and that's it.  i'm not sure what the allure of eagle is, but we had so much fun last year, we decided to visit again on my trip this summer.  memories of shooting stars and seeing the milky way on the railroad tracks, townie friends at brush creek saloon, and the mountain lion guarding the graveyard were waiting for us.

(let's see where our journey takes us....)

the first night we arrived, there was a karaoke night at the one bar that stays open past midnight.  we sang our hearts out to green day and NIN while enjoyed free shots from one of the locals.  we made some new friends and did our usual lay on the railroad tracks and watch for shooting stars.  one of the guys in our group was a young, sweet guy... mountain man.  he offered to take me and erica inter tubing down the river and we exchanged numbers and made plans to meet up in the morning.  he seemed nice enough, kinda cute, and hopefully not insane.

the next day, we all met up and decided to instead go to the radium hot springs since it was a little cold for tubing.  we hiked for awhile to the springs and rock climbed down... it was a bit intense for me but i did it and was really proud of my accomplishments! we had a great time with new friends at the hot springs until this 50+ year old creeper dude appeared and decided it was a GREAT idea to skinny dip in the springs with 4 women... disgusting.  we jetted out of there and back to the car ASAP!

(not kidding when i say it was an intense rock scramble.. i did it in flip flops)

as we were hiking down the mountain, i slipped and went down down down... it was terrifying.  mountain man came to my rescue and thankfully, i didn't break anything.  i was however bleeding and i scraped up my arm and leg pretty good.

(i still have scars from that day)

i think back to when was the moment that i fell totally head over heels for my mountain man.  i think it was when i fell down that mountain.  he was so gentle with me and i felt like he rescued me.  walking the rest of the way down that steep decline, he took my hands and made sure i was safe.  i've never had a man be so concerned about my well-being.  it felt good to be protected.  I AM HOOKED!!!!!!!!!!

erica and i were leaving to go back to denver the next day, but i wasn't ready to say goodbye to my mountain man.  him and his friend followed us back to denver and the four of us spent 24/7 together until i left to come home to DC.  it was the most magical five days of my life... we did goth night, walked around denver, ate lots of pizza, candy, more pizza.  we spent a full day in boulder getting wasted on $3 sakis, riding long boards, talking to elves, making out in parking garages... laughing until we cried at pho, tool singalongs.. so much laughter. 

saying goodbye was so hard, but i held onto all the memories of our fun together, and hoped that we would see each other again one day... i knew he was special when erica told me she thinks he's my future husband.  BFF's for 15 years and she has never said that about any man!

fearful we wouldn't reconnect for 50+ years, or worse, never, i held out hope that we would once again reconnect outside of facebook and occasional texts or talking on the phone.

GOOD NEWS.

mountain man is coming to see me in three days!  i feel like a kid waiting for christmas.  and better yet, he's coming when erica is home so we can hang and relive some colorado adventures.  my heart may explode from the excitement between spending time with my mom, seeing my BFF, and seeing the man that makes me heart flutter.

i know what you're thinking........  FINALLY, A POSITIVE DATING POST!!  it's been so long overdue, my friends. :)

bill is an asshole

by popular demand, i will be updating this blog every wednesday (HAPPY HUMP DAY)!!!  

bill is this guy i had the displeasure of meeting through mutual friends back in 2010.  he's a preppy white dude, think georgetown prep or old DC money.  he looks like a skinnier, cuter version of seth rogen.

(i can work with this...)

i was initially attracted to him because he's a sarcastic asshole and i used to like assholes... we fooled around a couple times and ultimately, he wasn't looking for anything serious so we parted ways.  better to find out early.  recently we started talking again via facebook messenger.  he seems to have grown up a bit, super flirty, and wants to take me out to founding farmers for dinner.  FF is a *really nice* restaurant here in DC, the wait list is ridic, and i had a new dress from gwynnie bee so i was looking forward to our date that sunday.

the friday before our date, he was in my area and i needed help with something around the house, so he came over and helped out... and we fooled around.  i knew in the back of my mind that inviting him over before the date could mean the date was off, but it was imperative i get my house thing done, so... yeah.

maybe i manifested it or perhaps i've become astute when it comes to men, but it was no shock that sunday came and went and there was no date.

this week's lesson, single gals...
trust your gut, you're probably right.  don't "hang out" pre date because you'll miss out on some amazing crab cakes and prohibition style cocktails.

sweden

oh readers, i have sooo much to share!! :)  life has been intense since my last update (the one prior to a smorgasbord of men, this entry has been in draft form for awhile).  i lost my beloved nana to dementia, i went on two vacations and one business trip, and i turned thirty-one.  i will admit to being a bit "eek" and i do feel that (younger) people look at me a bit differently now when i tell them my age.  i chock that up to my good looks... and i've been dating more than ever, so that's great news for you!!

let's talk about sweden.  the guy, not the country.  he's blonde haired, blue eyes, muscle built guy, very strong accent, twenty-five years old, and he has these crazy awesome tattoos of werewolves, ancient bears, and an eagle.  YES. this darling lives in sweden but was visiting the states and cruising with his cousin and friend.  i met him at the nightclub on our girls cruise last month.  he asked for a smoke and we started chatting, he bought me a drink, and then we're on the dance floor with him sticking his tongue down my throat.  and in true "I'M ON VACATION" fashion, i went with it!

(he bought me a drink, but he didn't ask me what i wanted to drink.  i had a bad experience in las vegas a few years ago with winning 13 blackjacks in one night and also doing 13 shots of jagermeister.  i swore to never drink that shit again after feeling like i might die of alcohol poisoning the next day.  also, fuck licquorise.)

before long, we go back to his room to make out and his roommate is there, asleep.  hello college dorm circa 2000!  you only live once, right?  we didn't have sex because i wasn't trying to give his roommate a show, plus we didn't have a condom.  that didn't stop him from asking me if he could have anal sex with me...... men don't seem to understand that condoms are for more then preventing pregnancy...  guess the sex education in sweden didn't cover that.  instead, i sat on his face and we made a date for sex the following day.

the next day, our day at sea, he comes to my cabin where i'm staying with two of my girlfriends.  did i mention i'm sleeping on the top bunk?  seeing as how having sex on a bunk bed is a bit difficult, i had already hit my head several times simply climbing into bed to sleep, i decide the only solution is to have sex on my friend's bed.  that's what friends are for?  don't worry, reader, i'm not some hussy.  i used my own comforter and pillows as not to "dirty up" my roomies bed.  she knows i'd do it for her <3 AB <3 

somehow my bag of 412 condoms didn't make it in my suitcase.  AB retrievied a condom from the steward and we were ready to go.  i'll say this, if we'd had sex the night before, i bet ya it would have been reallllllllllly good. but at this point, i'm stone cold sober so it was ehhhhhhh... and he came too quickly.  we said our goodbyes and went about our merry ways, knowing we'd just had a one night cruise stand. 

(apparently this happens a lot, as i discovered doing my research for this entry...)

i went about my day, hanging out with the girls, laughing, eating, and gambling.  the last day of the cruise we're all stuck on the boat so you tend to explore more... and you also run into everyone.  so when i was at the casino cashing out my winnings and i noticed sweden, i went over to say hello and chit chat.

me: hey sweden, how's it going, are you winning?
sweden: uhm........... hi.

it was one of the most awkward experiences i've ever had.  and then it dawned on me......  IF YOU'RE GOING TO HAVE SEX ON A CRUISE SHIP, MAKE SURE IT HAPPENS THE LAST NIGHT SO YOU DON'T HAVE TO HAVE THIS AWKWARD CONVERSATION IN A CRUISE SHIP CASINO!!!!!  i made light of it, of course... for the remainder of the day when i'd run into my girlfriends, i'd say "uhm........... hi".  it gave me the giggles.  :) 

let this be a lesson to you, single cruise goers.  pack your condoms, make a game plan for where you're going to smush, and do it on the last night.  you're welcome.

a smorgasbord of men

well, a lot has happened since my update three months ago.  i met the man of my dreams, the mountain man (AKA my future husband, according to my BFF).  when i was visiting my BFF in colorado over the summer, we went to a tiny mountain town for some fun.  we met this young guy who offered to be our tour guide and he took us to a natural hot springs in radium, co.  when we were hiking back, i literally fell down the mountain and cut/bruised myself up pretty bad.  the mountain man saved me and that was it.  we spent the next five days together until i left to come home, and i'm really excited to see him again when he comes to visit me next week.  i think i have stars in my eyes. :) 

i came home from my trip painfully missing my mountain man.  something i never shared with this blog was that i dated another man off and on for 8 (grueling) years.  coming home to that lazy, uncaring asshole made me realize this "relationship" wasn't right for me.  things progressed downhill even further until we officially broke it off for good last month.  then 10 days later, he has a new girlfriend... don't waste any time!  i was hurt to hear the news, but i have a lot of good things going on in my life so i choose to ignore the few bad things that pop up.  i feel sorry for the new girlfriend and she can now put up with driving his ass around, being called "a bitch" 412 times a day, and no foreplay.

since i'm now single and my love lives far away, i've been dating more.  which has meant a LOT of sex.  and wading thru a lot of bullshit.

(if only my prospects looked like joseph gordon-levitt and cillian murphy)

• sweden, a 25 year old arian dude i met on my cruise to mexico.  he was really obsessed with his brother being gay, he had tattoos of ancient animals, he was a miner, and when i told him i didn't have a condom, he tried to stick me in my butt.
• bill c., who did a drive by and then no showed for our date.  and yes i am using his real name because he's a fucking asshole.  and not that good in bed.
• the backyard lover, a man from my past who visits me, buys me shit, and tries to do naughty things to me in my backyard.  the jury is out on this one... 
• sheet ripper, he made me rip my bed sheets but he doesn't have much going on between his ears.  he also has no concept of time.  and he's a cowboys fan... talk about sleeping with the enemy.  #HTTR
• the raver dater, who's actually into house music.  we went on 4 dates, had sex, and then suddenly he's too busy to communicate.  huh.. yeah.
• sean l., who i dated in college, we reconnected one night and i found out later he has a girlfriend.  you think you'd mention that??? and yes i am using his real name because he's a fucking asshole.  and not that good in bed.  HI SEAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

and lastly is my new friend i met the other night.  if i had a penis, i would have a serious boner even thinking about this man.

i'm one of those women who is shy to approach men and i prefer them to come to me... but that doesn't always happen.  i went to the bar with one of my besties for a fun night out and spotted this glorious man candy, we'll call him the rocker.  tall, salt n pepper hair, piercing blue eyes.  really fucking hot.  i stared him down for a bit and nothing happened.  later that night, i got up the courage to approach him.  i asked if he was alone and could i buy him a drink?  we spent the rest of the night talking and trying to stay warm.  he was kind enough to offer my bestie his coat and his good looks compliment his good personality.  i invited him back to my house where we spent 2 hours tangled up in each other which only left me wanting more.  and based on his texts, i think he feels the same.  i don't know that this will go anywhere, but the rocker is far better than the other dudes i've been seeing.  he's cute, he has a job and a car, he plays guitar, he's hot, he seems to like me.  that's what i call a good distraction.

if i had to pick one man to be with, hands down without hesitation, it would be my mountain man.  but since he now lives in ohio and i'm in virginia, it's unfair to both of us to call dibs or try to carry out a long distance relationship.  i worry deep down that we will get together when we're like 70 and i don't want to wait that long to be with him.  so for now, i date, and i hope for the best.  i'm having fun. :)  the single life isn't so bad!

denver speed dating

i believe that denver hasn't caught on to the okcupid craze. the DC locals searched usually yields 10-15 date opportunities whereas denver you're lucky if you get one bite in 8 days.
this is why i was willing to have what boiled down to a speed date with the rock climber.

the moment he arrived at the bar, i could tell by his demeanor this would probably not work out. he was so.... rigid. he looked boring. he also was a fan of the word "cheap". i've had a few of these dates.

("i love this bar because it's cheap" "i love being in beer club because it's free" "i love pbr because it's cheap" etc etc)

 

"cheap" should not be in your vocabulary for a first date. when a guy talks to me about being cheap on a date, what i hear is "you are not worth enough to me, you are inferior". show me you like me and pull out some cash.

this date was going absolutely no where. he didn't even buy me a drink!!! even after i said "hmmm i need to get another drink".

i've learned that in colorado, it's better to meet a man offline. :)

the three day long date

after my second failed attempt at okcupid, i deleted my account and had essentially given up on all internet dating. then my BFF came to visit for thanksgiving.

okcupid has this cool "locals" feature where you can shout out to meet up with others in your area. we've had fun and met some interesting people in the past by using it, so i reluctantly created another profile and gave BFF the task of filling it out for me. now, my BFF has masters degree in writing and she's so smart and creative. here's my profile:

My self-summary One time I threw up off the Eiffel Tower and when I went back down, the puke was gone.

What I’m doing with my life Going on adventures. Consulting small business owners. Traveling.

I’m really good at Laughing

The first things people usually notice about me How I'm always having a good time

The most private thing I’m willing to admit I hate cooked carrots

You should message me if You are interesting and intelligent, you like having adventures, you tell good stories.

needless to say, i got a TON of messages. it's all about the allure. many replies are about the eiffel tower. met a couple of guys but it didn't lead to anything. and then i got a message from JK - a fellow redskins fan, has a great career, seems happy. i'm intrigued but one drawback... he's white.

i haven't dated a white man in about 7 years. i'm not attracted to white men. the white men i've dated in the past have had an issue with my weight almost immediately after we started dating. and being that i was much younger, i didn't tell them to fuck off but instead wondered what was wrong with me. but.... JK seemed nice and BFF encouraged me to give him a chance. so i did.

for our first date, we met at the atlas room in DC for an amazing dinner and speciality cocktails. i liked JK immediately. he was funny, we had so many random things in common, and he had great energy. after dinner, we had drinks at another bar and then made out against the bank of america atm. hot.

date two was another fancy dinner, more drinks, more kissing. i'm really liking this guy. i'm telling my friends about how awesome he is. he's a little overzealous with his texting, but he's trying to show me he's interested.

and then, we had our third date.

my sister and her new boyfriend were going out for drinks in old town, so i asked JK to join us for a double date. he picked me up, we bar hopped all over. i got pretty lit (as i tend to do) and we're back at my house, having (really bad) sex. i blame all the whiskey we drank. whiskey dick does exist.

the next day (day 2), we spent the day watching football. he tells me how much he loves giving body massages and how amazing our sex life will be. he says "i'm in this for the long haul". now i liked the first two things, but the last thing is scary for me. but again, i'm being open minded here. it's nice to hear, a little scary, but it gave me butterflies.

then we had sex again. bad again, possibly even worse than the night before. he's pushing my head down to his nether regions... i'd much prefer a man to say "suck my dick" or something equally lewd rather than giving me a semi concussion trying to force me down. I HATE THAT SHIT. he asks me "how many orgasms did you have?" me-zero his response? "oh" zero should be a challenge. not an "oh".

he spends the night again and wakes up to go to work at the ass crack of dawn....

.... and then he comes back after work. 0.o

at this point, i'm starting to feel incredibly resentful. this man is laying around my house like he lives here. this is not going to work for me! and i think he sensed it, because after leaving my house that night i didn't hear from him again. we had great chemistry and i think in another situation, we could have been great friends. but aside from that we aren't compatible. i'm not the type of woman who wants a guy moving in with me after a third date.

since JK, i've had a few other dates... and i can't wait to share those with you. :)