Apparently, Bossy is Settling

Text exchange (summarized) between Bossy and the Ex, aka Mr. Emotional Roller Coaster:

Ex: Had a great weekend. I am really starting to enjoy myself. Went on a date. [did I ask? I think not...]

Bossy: That's great. I've been dating as well. [this is first I've broken that news to him, in keeping with my attempt to not cause drama/psycho behavior/stalking]

Ex: Who did you go out with?

Bossy: One guy [Andy Roddick] once, another guy [Jake Brigance] a few times. What about your date? Who was it? [being the polite southern-raised girl that I am, I had to ask the reciprocal question to his inquiry]

Ex: Why would I tell you? I trust you not. [What? Who? Me???]

Bossy [lightbulb goes off]: I have a sneaking suspicion that you didn't go on a date, but just said you did to get a rise out of me.

Ex: You're a loser. A little worried about this girl? You should be, she's nice. and seems to have a soul.

Bossy: I would have to care to be worried. [which I don't. again, just being polite by inquiring, since he was the one to bring it up]

Ex: You're becoming defensive. Why? It's cute, missing me?

[a few minutes pass... I am laughing so hard that I can't even hold my phone to text back. If he only KNEW about the fun I've been having without him.]

Ex again: I did just make up my date to get a rise. It worked. [pathetic pathetic pathetic.... which translates to, he's pathetic]

Bossy: Hardly, no rise from me. More like you are concerned with me dating.

Ex: I'm not at all. Have I asked about [Jake Brigance]? [actually, yes, you did... See above... You asked who I went out with.] The reason is I'm confident that you can't do better than me. It's not my problem if you want to settle.

HAHAHAHAHAHA. As if. For REAL Are you f-ing serious????

First, I can do MUCH BETTER. Second, the only way I would date him is if he were the last guy available. And even then, I would probably be better off and happier if I became a lesbian [guy readers --- I know you may like it if I were to become a lesbian, but not going to happen. Sorry.]

Which leads me to say, things are going well with Jake Brigance. We have seen each other many times. Good conversations. I am even going to a dinner party with him friday, with 2 "couples." [note that I did not say "other couples" because I am not ready to be 1/2 of a couple... I love my freedom and am having a hard time parting with it. So hard in fact, that I finally gave in and said yes to another date with Andy Roddick. Just to flex my independent single muscles. Just because I can.]

Only one red flag so far - Jake Brigance doesn't like the same late-night dance dives/haunts that I like. But I think that it can be dealt with, as long as there is compromise and he doesn't stifle me like the Ex did. Oh, also found out that he doesn't like musicals {gasp}.

But really, I'm obviously settling by dating this great, funny, sweet, good looking, athletic, smart, respectful guy. When I could be with an emotionally retarded, immature, selfish, anti-social ass.

Guy No. 1 v. Guy No. 2

I am still very reluctant to talk about it, so will refrain from "gushing" (which is what Flirty says I've been doing). But on the other hand, we did promise updates on the two dates.

Jake Brigance - Guy No. 1
This is the one I'm not going to gush about... Online at least. Because I like him. I'll save my gushing for texting, IMing, and phone calls with my girls. But in a nutshell, we had a great time on our date. He was nice, fun, respectful, smart, good conversationalist. And a GREAT kisser :-) But nothing other than that occurred, because like I said, he's respectful.

He actually calls and texts and emails... One of the former methods of communication is initiated by him every day. He didn't make me wait 3 days to find out if he had as much fun as I had. But he manages to do this without overstepping that fine line. That fine line that we girls draw between calling too much and not calling enough.

This is a guy I could see myself dating. I, Bossy, could actually maybe somewhat cut back on my single girl social life for him. Not because he asked, but because I would just want to. Did I mention he works out a lot too? Likes to run as much as I do. That would be a nice change from the partying type of guys I have tended to be around this summer.

Our date also fits nicely into what you should find out on the first date:
1. Definitely a good conversationalist. Much like Charming But Single said about herself, I can talk anytime, to anyone, anywhere. I like to communicate a lot. So I need someone who talks too. Not only that, but he talks about interesting things. I like to listen to him. He's pretty damn funny as well.
2. He's excited about something. He has hobbies. I won't mention what the hobbies are in an attempt to maintain a little bit of anonymity. Just take my word for it. He isn't boring.
3. He likes his job. And he's good at it. He does the same thing that I do. So we would never have a problem with one of us not understanding the other's job.
4. He likes to socialize like I do, and it seems we have the same tastes. Not only that, but he actually has friends and a social life all on his own. Unlike certain unmentionable Ex's of mine...
5. There are things to joke about. He is sarcastic and teases me. In a chasing-the-girl-on-the-playground kind of way. And I like to be chased on the playground.

Andy Roddick - Guy No. 2
Oh Andy... Where did we go wrong? Oh wait, you may have not had much of a chance because you were date no. 2, and date no. 1 with Jake went so well that you had high standards to meet. And you didn't quite make it that high.

No, instead, you took me out to get sloshed. You may have thought I couldn't keep up, but I matched you beer-for-beer. And while you seemed to think this was cool, I was thinking the whole time that exactly what I don't want is a guy who thinks this is cool. I've spent my summer partying, living it up for one last summer with my friends before I have to grow up. I'm ready to grow up. No, I'm hardly planning on becoming Boring Bossy, but there is a happy medium that I'm striving for, and you may not help me maintain that as well as Jake can.

Andy fits nicely into what you should not find out on the first date:
1. See above, he got trashed on the first date. Charming But Single said, "If you can’t dial your drinking down to get to know me, chances are that you’re someone I don’t really want to know. Trust me, I enjoy a drink as much as the next social butterfly, but too much alcohol on a first date is a sign of either extreme nerves, a dependency on alcohol or a lacking sense of appropriateness. And none of these things are qualities that make my heart flutter or my cheeks flushed." I could not say it better, hence the quoting of CBS. On the other hand, Jake and I shared a bottle of wine on our date, but it was in moderation and was appropriate.
2. Everything about your failed relationships was revealed to me. Yes, I know his dating history. On the first date. His almost engagement, his broken heart, his inability to commit for 5 years, the next "falling in love" episode, and when that relationship ended. As for Jake, I didn't find out until after the first date about his dating history. Thankfully. And Jake didn't find out about mine until after either. And even that was quick and vague---basically just that we both fairly recently got out of long-term relationships.
3. You will do anything to get laid. Ok, maybe not anything, but you were coming on to me pretty damn strong. AT THE BAR. And I think you may have touched my ass one too many times. I was dizzy enough from all the beers that I didn't much notice, but at the same time, it was enough to make me cringe the next morning. Jake, however, was polite enough to kiss me then leave. He played it perfectly, left me wanting for more.
4. OK, you don't fit into the 4th category. You are not cynical. Anything but as far as I could tell.
5. Your value/worth. You didn't go so far as to tell me exactly how much money you make in your new high-paying job, how much your newly renovated and professionally decorated condo cost, or how much you paid for your sweet little Lexus. But you did make it a point to discuss those things in general. Jake not once mentioned anything like that. And he picked me up in a great SUV that gets a lot of use toting around bikes and such. Much more manly and appealing to me than your fancy-shmancy sedan. Leave the fancy car to me please (well, in my dreams I have a fancy car.)

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So, that's a rundown of the guys. Do I need to even ask which guy you a) like better, b) think would be best for me, and c) think that I like more???

I have a date with Jake tomorrow night. A running date. Very excited. He also wants to grab dinner after our run. And he called tonight and we talked for 1 1/2 hours on the phone...

Bossy's New Boys

I promised I wouldn't jinx Bossy's potential with her two new suitors, so I won't go into great detail to describe them, nor will I steal her thunder by describing the dates for her. She and I had a funny text message exchange, though, that she has given me permission to share.

Tuesday night was the date with Jake Brigance (I'm too tired to link this one up, so if you are curious, check Google-it will give you at least a few hints into our Jake's background). She's been talking about him...a lot...ever since. It was a real date, dinner and everything.

Thursday was her date with Andy Roddick. I had a drink with her while we were waiting for him. He was at least a half hour late, for which he lost points (see immediate past post. And of course I am one of the scorekeepers here). BUT he was very cute, in that Andy Roddick sort of way. I went home. A couple of hours later, the texts started:

Bossy: N bathroom. He's shorter than I remembered. (but still taller than Jake Brigance)
Flirty: Well that evens the stakes, doesn't it? He is cute...
Bossy: Yes.

Later...

Bossy: Damn it. I'm at [local twentysomething semi-cheesy watering hole]. And I just bit my date.
Flirty: Haha u ARE in trouble now.

Still later...

Bossy: I think I like Jake Brigance better.
Flirty: Then don't bite Andy Roddick anymore :)
Bossy: Good advice.

Close Call

I think I successfully staved off becoming cynical. I was worried for a second that I was gaining the cynical edge. So I proclaimed a dating hiatus to my friends.

The dating hiatus lasted, oh, let me count... [bossy thinks long and hard... it hurts though] It lasted about 3 days.

Two guys were introduced to me through mutual friends. Both seemed promising. So I gave them my number when asked.

I had first dates with both of them this week. Though nothing may come out of either, both are good-looking, intelligent, have good jobs, seem to like me, are the appropriate age, and make me laugh. That alone was enough to help me regain my confidence in the single/dating life again.

There is hope. There is potential out there.

I may post about the dates at a later time, but am a little cautious so as to not jinx anything. I am not even nicknaming them yet... Well, actually one already has a nickname, but I'm not advertising the names yet. I do think, however, that I may have to describe the dates according to Charming But Single's two posts on what you should find out on the first date v. what you should not find out on the first date. I think both dates will fit nicely into the categories.

I do think there is a current front-runner among the two, but I am just enjoying them for the moment and will see what happens.

My friends and I are also keeping tally of "points" on these two guys... You know, points for opening the car door, paying, calling when they say they will, etc., and points deducted for not being a gentleman, running way late, not calling, etc.... Yes, we have standards and high expectations.

A Reminder Via Hate-Text Mails

And I was wondering the other day why I am frightened of another relationship. I received a little "friendly" reminder yesterday and today.

My ex-BF, the one who stifled me for 2 years. Mr. Emotional Roller Coaster himself, had decided that he could be my friend finally, after about 7 months of being apart. It worked for about, um, 2 weeks.

Then he freaked out on me yesterday because HE didn't get an invitation to a mutual friend's wedding. I had nothing to do with that, in fact, I gave our mutual friend his address for the invite list!

But apparently, it's all my fault because I wasn't a "good enough friend" to my ex-BF in that I didn't call our mutual friend and inquire as to why he didn't get an invitation. ARE YOU KIDDING ME? Since when was it the norm to be responsible for your ex's social life???

I told him he's giving me an ulcer.

This, people, is why I'm so very reluctant to get in another relationship. I don't want to be someone's emotional crutch. I fear being too responsible for someone else's feelings. I want a partner, an equal, someone who likes the same things that I do. Someone who is fairly social, not a hermit. I don't need someone who drags me down.

Is that so much to ask?

Reason #386 Why We Heart Wingman

Because he has no qualms about putting his opinions right out there about all the various men in our lives. And because he's funny as shit. And because he might be the happiest person I know, either with or without the aid of alcohol. (OK, I know that's more than one reason. But who's counting?)

Case in point.

Two weekends ago, when I was unfortunately out of town, Wingman had the, um, remarkable good fortune to finally happen upon Blazer Boy in the flesh. Last weekend I asked Wingman what he thought about BB, mentioning that one of our other friends (very astutely IMO) that BB was strikingly similar to James Spader (aka the immortal Steff) from his Pretty in Pink days:

I was quickly disabused of that notion.

Wingman: No way, that assclown is nowhere NEAR that cool. I mean, I would give credit where credit is due if he were, but he's not. NO. WAY. I was actually expecting way more based on what Bossy has told me about him. Pretty disappointing.

I have to say, I still think the Steff reference is spot on, right down to the fluffy hair, the constant preening and checking to see if anyone is looking at him, and, of course, the blazer. Not to mention that one of Steff's lines could easily fall from BB's lips:

Steff/BB: I've been out with a lot of girls at this school. I don't see what makes you so different.

Andie/Bossy: I have some taste.

(Yeah, I know this is NOT how BB and Bossy went down. But it would have been funny if it had been. And as Bossy so aptly stated, we have wasted enough blog space on BB, but I just couldn't pass up an opportunity to post a pic of the Spader.)

The Catch Has Been Caught

I have not yet written about The Catch (see sidebar at right) because everything that happened between us happened several months before we started this blog and frankly he wasn't that fantastic. Fantastically odd and self-important perhaps, but not necessarily noteworthy in the grand scheme of life. A few recent events have made the whole encounter worth a MSGG update though...

The backstory, in brief: the Catch was a grad school classmate of Bossy's. I met him at a party of mostly their grad school friends in January. He latched onto me immediately. We talked for awhile, he seemed smart, a bit but not dealbreakingly arrogant, funny, charming, employed, around my age and clearly into me. I didn't even need my feminine powers of intuition to see that he was into me, because he physically latched himself onto me and didn't want to let go for the rest of the night.

He also told me that if things worked out between us, I could be very "well-positioned" because of his excellent job, the fact that he was being groomed to take over his father's company, etc., etc. I thought that was way premature and an odd thing to say, and a bit chauvinistic considering that I have a pretty good job of my own, but it had been a bit of a dry spell for me and I was trying desperately to get over Mr. Mindfuck, so I decided to just be amused rather than annoyed. The Catch really wanted to continue the evening, preferably at his house, but I declined as I was leaving early in the morning to go on vacation. I gave him my number, thinking maybe he'd call, maybe he was just drunk and horny.

He called. The next morning, BEFORE 10 AM. I thought it was flattering but really odd and against every known rule of dating. But hey, I thought, he's 36, maybe he is just past all the bullshit, Bossy said as far as she knew he was a decent guy, etc. So I called back and left a message saying that I would be back in town in a few days. He in turn left me a message saying he was "enthusiastic" about spending time with me and looked forward to seeing me "on the backside of my vacation."

I call back after my vacation.

Nothing. No return phone call. I think this is very weird given previous events.

He later calls, after a drunken text message from Bossy's phone, saying that he FORGOT that he hadn't called me and hoped I would still give him a chance, yada yada yada. I was like, whatever dude, I wasn't exactly sitting at home waiting for you.

He then falls off the face of the earth, only to reappear a couple of weeks later, hot and heavy once again. He said that he had been, um, entwined with another girl but that it was now over. He made a dinner date with me in front of at least 4 other people, putting it into his Blackberry. Lots of flirting and alcohol later, I take him home with me.

We have a great time.

He spends the night.

In the morning, I make him breakfast and we have a good conversation. No awkwardness. He tells me that he told his mother about meeting me. OK, that's awkward and weird, but I took it as a sign that maybe he just liked me a lot and that perhaps this would be more than a one nighter.

Later that evening, he calls to tell me once again what a great time he had but that we probably "jumped the gun" a little bit, he doesn't usually do that, etc. I agreed and said my feelings were much the same. Which was true...I'm not really a fan of one-night stands. He said he wanted to take a couple of steps back, which I took to mean casually dating and NOT sleeping together again just yet.

Apparently he took it as "jump back to the point before we met, where we don't talk because we are unaware of the other's existence." Perhaps he owned some sort of dating time-travel machine.

I ran into him a few days later, on my birthday. He bought me a drink, was super chummy, etc. I asked him if he was going to blow off our date later that week (ok, I was a little drunk and a lot feisty by this point). He said "yes, but not for the reason you think." Then he proceeds to tell me that he doesn't want to hurt me more than I've already been hurt, yada yada yada. I was seriously annoyed by this point, because um, I was not exactly planning the wedding or obsessing over whether we had a "future." I just wanted to know whether we had a freaking date or not.

He emailed and said he would be in touch after a big exam he had a couple of weeks from then. But he never called. (Shocking, I know).

This was in February. Now, we do not live in a big city and we have several mutual friends in common, so I presumed I would eventually run into him again, but I hadn't.

Until Wednesday.

I was walking back to my car, by myself, after having attended a cookout with Bossy and some of our other friends. A man is walking, by himself, down the street approaching me. I don't pay much attention until he stops and stares at me.

It is the CATCH! And, of course, I was immediately pissed because in my head when I envisioned our, um, reunion, I was looking smoking hot, not all sweaty and wearing my glasses. Not that he seemed to notice, because, he is in fact a dude.

He gives me a big hug and seems happy to see me. I am cordial, we make small talk, he asks to walk me to my car. I did not think that was necessary but said ok. When he wasn't making small talk, he was just sort of staring at me and (I thought) seemed kind of sad. Eventually I said "well, I'm gonna go ahead and go now."

He gave me another big bear hug, and this time he would NOT let go. For literally minutes. Then he started CRADLING MY HEAD. I am thinking, this is really messed up, what is his deal, because if he was going to do this type of thing he really should have spent some of the "small talk" time explaining why he went to such lengths to seem interested in actually dating me only to turn around and treat me like a casual drunken hookup. Or something along those lines.

He finally breaks the hug....and KISSES ME. A relatively chaste kiss but still.

Then the piece de resistance.

As he breaks away, he lets his hand graze DOWN MY SHIRT. As in TOUCHES MY BOOB. WITHOUT PERMISSION.

WTF?

Bossy can't figure him out when I relay the story to her. She thinks he's as weird as I do. I comment again that it could have just been me, but he seemed kind of sad and out of sorts. My guy friends all agree the copping of the feel was not at all accidental and way sleazy.

Cut to last night.

Bossy and another friend of ours arrive at a party where I'm chilling out and having some drinks with our other friend Texas. They have news.

The Catch is about to become a father. In December. With an allegedly older woman. Supposedly he has agreed to "do the right thing," as in support the child if she in turn agrees to a paternity test and it turned out that he indeed had the lucky swimmer. Which makes me think this child was not conceived in a committed, loving relationship.

My jaw hits the ground and does not return for at least a half hour.

No wonder he seemed sad and lonely, and was wandering the streets by himself.

My friends soon quip: Flirty, all we could think of is that could have been you!!!!

All I could think of is, wow that would have SUCKED if it had been me. Thank the Lord above for effective birth control.

High Five

Blazer Boy HIGH-FIVED me as I left our favorite restaurant/bar with another guy.

Yes, gave me a high five as I walked out. With another guy.

And no, I was not walking out with the other guy to hook up with him. He was just driving me home. I am sure it appeared otherwise to Blazer Boy, but I have no desire to correct him.

I also caught Blazer Boy and Mr. P.O.T. talking about me. They were sitting at the other end of the bar, and I looked up and they were both looking at me. As soon as I saw them look, they turned their heads in a complete 180 in unison and pretended they were never looking my way.

What do they take me for? Stupid? Hardly... My IQ is probably higher than the two of their's put together....

[funny comment from Wingman over text message this morning, in response to the high five: "Who cares what that blazer wearing ass clown thinks. that guy (one that drove me home) was a thousand times better. write the blazer db (douchebag) off." I love my guy friends.]

[on a different note, I just happened to look at the number of posts for each of our labels... many of them have a few posts associated with them. But by far, the clear winner is "Blazer Boy." There are about 3 or 4 times as many posts about him as there are for any other label... About time we ceased giving him so much attention. He doesn't deserve it.]

Reason No. 34 Why I Think I Should Swear Off Dating

I wouldn't trade being single for the world right now. I love my freedom, not having to answer to anyone, doing what I want when I want. What I have figured out that I don't love about single life is dating and dealing with guys. More and more I'm realizing how terrible most guys are. Single guys at least. This is why the good ones are all taken, because they are good! The bad ones have been thrown back into the sea, and that's all that is left for us. So girls in relationships, here's a little advice, stay with those good guys.

Yes, I admit that I seem to be gaining a cynical edge...

The Hunter has been spotted. His strange quietness has been explained.

When he first asked me out, he was warned by Sam Malone to not expect much from me in the way of settling down or committing or anything like that. I confirmed this to him, and yet he pursued me (the thrill of the chase I'm sure). I told him I would be upfront and honest with him always, and I was. He was seemingly a nice guy, seemed harmless enough. I even went so far as to describe him as "very nice" in a prior post.

We had 2 dates, they went well. He tried to get me to fly to Aspen with him for a trip last weekend, and he even went so far as to ask me to fly to another country later this month to meet up with him on his business trip. But I wasn't all that into him, not enough to say yes to those trips. I enjoyed spending time with him, but no starry-eyed love was going to come of it. I just assumed we would end up being friends and nothing more.

We could have been friends, except that I don't typically choose to be friends with sleazy, lying bastards. I kept my promise to be honest and upfront, but he apparently doesn't adhere to that same philosophy...

A couple of nights ago, I saw him at our favorite restaurant/bar and he was with a girl. She was cute enough, I think I described her to Flirty as "a little plump, but carries it well, and seems like a good girl with just enough bad in her to go out drinking with the Hunter and keep up." I chalked it up to him simply dating around. That, I could understand and respect.

No no no, not the case at all.

Last night I again saw him and plump girl at our favorite restaurant/bar. This time she and I were in the bathroom at the same time. [note: many discoveries/gossip has come out of that bathroom... give girls enough to drink, and they seem to think that the bathroom there is a therapist's office or confessional of sorts.] She doesn't know who I am, I'm pretty sure. Especially since she started complaining about her guy to me. Of course, knowing who she is, I played the part of concerned girl and pressed her for info with questions such as, why are you mad at him, how long has this been going on...

To sum up her answers, he was getting on her nerves, she just needed some space (which she said she is about to get because he is going on a 6-week trip to another country, work-related, which is the same trip he asked me to meet him on and thus that tidbit helped confirm to me that she was in fact discussing the Hunter). She also said he was always pressuring her for more committment, he had given her diamonds, and THEY HAVE BEEN DATING FOR 5 YEARS!!!!

Looks like I was the "other woman" in his life, and I had absolutely no clue.

A Shift in Themes

Like I said in my previous post, I have little to say about boys recently. A reprieve of sorts. So I may start posting on a subject of our blog's title, "glamour." I am sure that delights the male readers out there. I have nothing to say about that yet; thus, I'll tell you one last story about Blazer Boy.

Remember how he turned me down? And how distraught I was? Well, patience is a virtue, my dears. I hoped, and it came true, that the time would come that I was able to turn him down.

And that day was Saturday night.

Let me start with Friday night, when I ran into him as he was exiting the bar I was entering. [Note: he was looking all "pretty and blazer-y," as Flirty says...] We exchanged our normal pleasantries, he gave me a hug, he left. Inside, I ran into his parents, who are always so sweet and nice to me. I texted Blazer Boy and said that his parents are the cutest. He agreed, and said something else that led me to reply to him again. I signed off the text with "talk to you later." His reply: "or soon." I couldn't resist, so after consulting with Texas, I answered back with "or not." One point in my favor? Well, at least half a point... I couldn't resist that little jab at him.

Fast forward to Saturday night. I was exhausted from my Friday adventures. At 1:00 a.m. I was climbing into bed, when I receive a text from Blazer Boy. Basically, our exchange went something like this:

BB: Pool party?
Bossy: huh?
BB: Come have a pool party with us.
Bossy: Who is "us?" No, I just got in bed. And where are you btw?
BB: So come get n pool. At [insert his friend's name].
Bossy: Are there bathing suits involved?
BB: fuk no

I didn't go. So people, I won this battle (in my head at least). I got the "last word" in by turning him down. One up on the upper hand for me! Hopefully he feels a little vulnerable.

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Oh, forgot to tell you! Rebound Guy has "dumped" Trashy Ho... While I have little faith that he won't revert, it has been a month. Anyway, he's making efforts to see me again, which I find amusing. He's being very cool, just trying to hang out, no advances yet. And I'm just fine with that, because I do have fun with him, but I would be an I-D-I-O-T to go out with him again. So here's to me staying true to myself.

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Ok, while I'm on an update kick... I had a date Sunday night with, hmm, let's call him the Great Gatsby. He's a tad bit older than I normally go out with.

My instincts are off with this one. I think it was a date. Or he may have intended it to be him gaining a new girl friend (note the space between the words) to hang out with.

The evening was great---we did some interesting things (get your minds out of the gutter!) and talked nonstop. Just a good-bye hug, which was fine by me, as I'm so sick of being creeped out and assaulted in alleys. We'll see if anything comes of it. But for the record, I kindof liked him. (and i say for the record, b/c there will likely be a time that I don't, and we'll have to remind ourselves that once I liked him).

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Remember how Mr. P.O.T. commented on my ass in a passive-aggressive way? Lucky him, he got to see me in a bikini on saturday. I laid out at a pool with Rebound Guy that afternoon, and just so happened Mr. P.O.T. was there. Great.... The last thing I wanted was for him to see me half-naked.

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And last, but not least, the Comedian... He has yet to really ask me out on a date, though he did suggest lunch one day and then I never heard from him. But after that, he texted/called and tried to hang out, but it was a very meager attempt. No days or direct asking out. [note to male readers: either ask a girl out for a specific day/event, or DON'T SAY ANYTHING AT ALL. very frustrating to try to plan around a "maybe" date]

So a few days later I suggested via text that we hang out the next week, because the current week was already full. He responded, "no, I'm not a second place ribbon, sorry."

If a guy is already mad about my busy schedule, then he just needs to move on with his selfish little self. I am busy, both professionally and socially. I am NOT willing to neglect my work or friends and family for a new guy that has not taken me out on a date yet. So red flag. If you will remember, I named him in anticipation that he would do something like this.

To his defense (kindof), he did call 2 days ago and said he was only joking (almost too little, too late though). He asked me to dinner last night, but I had to cancel for a health issue. He seemed understanding. We shall see.

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Woops, one more update... The Hunter has been strangely quiet, even after a second date that went well. I'll keep you posted on that (no pun intended).

Ha, I realize that I claimed to have a reprieve from boys right now, then I got on a roll updating you, and realized that may not be the case. I guess I mis-spoke.