Sunday, February 13, 2011

New Guy: Shop Vac = Sexy



Ahhh, the day before Valentine's Day.



Valentine's Day... what a mess. Who let this become a legitimate holiday? Not me. I'm still voting against it if anyone ever asks me at the polls. Seriously, the pressure even on a third date is ridiculous. Do I think it should matter that the following day is a fake holiday? No. Does it? Kinda.


I spent a lovely day having brunch with the girls, seeing Cirque with Suzie and her family, and then rushed back across town to grab the credit card I left at uhaul after I dropped off the truck this morning so that I could get to my date with new guy in a timely fashion.



As I pulled into the driveway at the house, I wondered why there was a wet stripe down the edge of the driveway...



Then I wondered why there was water in the garage...



Then I opened the door into the house and stepped into standing water.



Great.



I called to let him know I would be a while.



How long? Not sure.



Why? Don't want to say.


Can he help? Yes, but no,but yes, but no, but...



I wanted him to come help, but we're not in that place where it's okay for him to come help. Is that dumb? Maybe.



I finally spill what the issue is. He is still down with helping, I still politely refuse. I headed to Home Depot to get something to suck up all the water, no dice. New guy has a shop vac. He offers to bring it over. I say I'll come get it.



On my way to his place, I realize #1 I'm going to see his place... #2 I'm wearing pants that are dirty and wet from the knees down... #3 I look a total mess.



Side note--> how come when you step in one inch of water, your pants are instantly wet about 8 inches up?



I'm not even sure I said hello when he opened the door. I had a pretty singular focus. His house is nice at first glace, but show me the shop vac.



Mmmm... shop vacs are sexy. And he has power tools in the garage... yum. He's being so sweet AND he is handy AND the bike by the door was hot.



I should have come here sooner. New guy gets more points than I can add up right now.

Thursday, February 10, 2011

New Guy: The Tablecloth Smells Very Clean

Tonight I met the new guy at a little family owned place in the mid cities. The menu was very vegetarian friendly, but I am always worried about eating things that can cause potentially horrible breath or leave a frightening display in your teeth.


So backtracking a bit... we decided to meet at the restaurant since it was close to his house. It really didn't make sense for him to pick me up. I arrived at the restaurant first and did what any girl in my shoes would have, I smelled the table cloth and texted my girls. Surprisingly clean. Not that you expect a restaurant to be dirty, but this was like straight from the wash clean... and still a little damp... and downy fresh. Happily, this gave me a reason to text.


New guy arrived (and I quit texting). He brought along a bottle of wine. It was really good for a self professed beer guy. Good choice, I awarded him some extra points for that. He suggested the vegetable plate. Good choice, more points. I really like talking to him, though I do feel the need to cover my mouth when I chew and giggle when I say things that don't sound as sophisticated out loud as they did in my head.


After dinner, standing in the parking lot, he kissed me.


Happy face!


I appreciate that he seems to know exactly how fast (or in this case slow) I want to move. Nice soft lips, no mouth assault. After the frequent issues with TRE, the lack of aggressive kissing is nice.


We talked more about bikes. He said I would have to check his bikes out sometime. I giggled again. Hehe.


That's all. But I do feel the need to mention again how nice the kiss was.

Tuesday, February 08, 2011

New Guy: Date 1, Flying Saucer

March 22nd, 2009... A very old friend told me to stop focusing on dating and let someone sneak up on me...


I'm not sure if a guy coming out of the alley was what she had in mind, but heck, it works for me.


I was running late (thanks consulting project) and he was, of course, on time... and waiting in the alley...


Okay, I'm letting this slide. I am open minded and he seems cute enough.


Please let him be as fun in real life as he is in email.


-----As an aside, this is a common problem with internet dating. They are super funny in email and super lame in person. So, know that the little prayer I sent up to heaven was absolutely necessary.-----


Five hours later, I was headed to the car. He put his hand on my back. I like that. Some girls don't, I do. Hand on shoulder in steering fashion, that's another story.


We walked toward he parking garage... I'm having a little internal ohmygoodness moment. Is he going to shake my hand? Give me a high five? Chest bump? Just say "big gulps... alright... welp, see ya later"? Good gravy. I hate this part of the night. RomComs have ruined me on this.


But wait. A nice (polite) kiss and asking to see me again all before he takes his leave... alas... there is hope for me yet... and hope for New Guy.

Sunday, February 06, 2011

New Guy... No Nickname... Yet

If I call him New Guy, does that make New Guy his nickname? I hope not. I think it just shows that he might have some staying power. I say this because, well, "new guy" implies that I'll write about him more than once... or twice, since clearly, I'll write about him tomorrow... but you don't know that part yet...


(...as usual, I will write along the way, and publish when it I feel comfortable with the idea of someone... though not many people still poke around here... knowing my neurotic thoughts)


Ahh... so why is this neurotic?


Because I've only just spoken to him for the first time.


What!?!


I know, I know. But I've been... wait for it...


...wait for it...


...wait for it...


...wait for it...


...emailing him.


Okay, I think we could all scan the previous posts for the last time I said "I will NEVER get on an online dating site again." Well, whatever. I have no self control, and besides, this was fun. And I'm sure the last time had something to do with the short/weird/old guys from eHardlycanthinkofareasonwewerematchedinthefirstplace.


Why now?


Well, one friend had already met someone super fun and the other four of us decided we would sign up together... help each other manage the crazy, have conference calls while answering questions about ourselves (what are your political views, do you have pets, do you want kids, are you a freak... normal stuff like that), and have a good laugh every time one of us got a crazy... that as I mentioned, the others would help manage.


I wanted to bail after a day. Technically it was slightly less than a day. Only three of the five of us were on and I wasn't interested in the married guy who was no longer sleeping with his wife, but continued to stay with her while "spoiling" other women... gross.


The Cruise Director encouraged me to stay. Fine.


There was this guy... who seemed nice and cute and funny... so I ignored him. Why would he ever talk to me anyway?


Then he did.


*Sigh*


Funny email after funny email.


And tonight, just after the super bowl...


*ring* *ring*


I'm giddy, I tell you.


But wait!


He wants to meet up tomorrow!?!


24 hours is certainly not enough mental prep time for this. Or enough time to lose 30 pounds and get a breast enlargement and undergo microderm abrasion and have all my body hair permanently removed and flat iron my hair and learn how to put on eye makeup and develop the world's most amazing personality... wait, I already have that one.


Oh well, bite the bullet. See him tomorrow.


Flying Saucer. 7pm.


Deep breath.