Seriously! I love my kickball team with a passion, but like
kickball dating has turned to once a week, fun while we’re doing it,
but at the end unmemorable.
I met okc “H” for trivia and had a really
good time. Stayed out way passed my bedtime on a school night (work night), had
some really good conversation and promised a second date. A second date did
ensue. Typical movie night with some popcorn and milk duds (not my pick). He
said tom cruise was his all time favorite actor. I liked him this guy, but my viewpoints
on tom cruise: crazy, douche, bag, actor. Why tom cruise? We talked for a while in the parking
lot until it was cut short because I had to hurry home to let my sister in the
house. He seemed busier than I’d like to date because he has a son and some
baby mama drama. So the end for now.
Again I’d sworn off dating because of the above-mentioned
disappointment. But per usual I find another date all to quickly.
I met okc “M” at a supposed “secret” spot below a Taco Mac.
It sounds naughty and creepy, but trust it was not. It was very nice and cozy.
First glance he’s cuter than I thought he’d be, so I’m pleasantly pleased. We
sit down and go through the menu, which is on an Ipad. Nothing like Miller Lite
served here folks, so I’m screwed! All the beer was expensive and high quality.
I had to take it easy on the sips if I didn’t want to get wasted and drive
home. We’re sitting we’re chatting things are going ok, he’s a total nerd so
we’re talking about Star Trek, Dragon Con and Dr. Who, when the waitress comes
up and says, “We’re trying out this new beer, if you taste it and like it you
can keep it”. I’m thinking if I don’t like it are you going to take it back? I
mean it’s in a full glass and typically taste testers are in a small glass. I
taste it, my date tastes it and we give our opinion on it, we all know I’m no
beer coinsure, the waitress leaves and we continue on with our conversation on
what he went to Dragon Con as this year, and last year…
The waitress comes back about 20 minutes later and tells me,
“Truth is someone sent you that drink earlier and now he wants you to have this
Baby Guinness”. Oh shit! Someone is sending me drinks as I’m on a date. The bar
is close to empty so I’m scanning the place to see who could be the culprit.
Fat guy at bar…don’t know. I do know that the waitress has been “sworn to
secrecy”. So I take a sip of the baby guinness and continue on with my date. 20
minutes later the waitress is back, saying this “fellow” wants to know what my
favorite of the two was so he can send me another. I haven’t even put a dent in
the two drinks he’s sent me, let alone mine because I’m a huge lightweight and
these are high gravity drinks! I tell her it’s way too much alcohol but I
preferred the baby Guinness to the beer, but quite honestly if he wants to send
me something I’ll drink to send me a Shirley temple. She comes back with
another baby guinness and a Shirley temple, which I drank in it’s entirety.
My date and I laugh a little about this and I tell him I
think it’s rude of the mystery fellow, but the waitress tells him he has
nothing to worry about. Um…how would you know girlfriend, you don’t know him or
me. The date ended nicely and we said we’d be in touch, which we have. Still my
feelings toward him aren’t intimate because I think we’re just too different.
Some have said I’m picky, and maybe I am, but I don’t
want to settle for someone and risk unhappiness when I can actually be happier
without. It’ll happen. * fingers crossed *
I predict that one day someone will ask me what it is like
surviving the zombie apocalypse. I will answer that, “though it can be lonely
and I miss the ability to take regular showers, it’s nice not having to pay a
power bill”. 
