Hello wine, my friend.

No man action at happy hour tonight. You can't win 'em all, ha ha. I think tomorrow night will be more of a prowling type of evening, whereas tonight I thoroughly enjoyed the just girls time.

I did hear a horror story about an internet boyfriend that hopefully I can share here soon. Let's just say if you are internet dating in Connecticut maybe take a short break for the time being.

73 Days to Go.

Two iffy dates down. Where now?

I have talked with Mr. Captain about meeting up Monday but he hasn't replied to my agreement to his suggestion of a Monday meeting. So that's possible but still not for sure.

I have another Happy Hour plan for next Friday the 5th with Kim and Alissa.

Then there is speed dating on Feb. 9th.

There aren't any new promising prospects on the internets. I've sent interest to a number of guys on Chemistry and either have had some response but more often none. That's kind of hard to take as I thought I would be a catch to the internet crowd. Then there is Plenty of Fish, mostly lots of throw 'em backs there.

I'm beginning to believe that perhaps I'm just too awesome.

Happy Hour Number One

I met Alissa at her place of employment at precisely 5 PM. We had previously made plans to go to North because according to one of her coworkers this is where all the rich single guys go. When I got there a few of her coworkers were trying to convince her to go to another place with them, $1 PBR's they said, we caved. I'm glad we caved.

We ended up at Q's Wordly Barbeque. I know this is the wrong blog but they had some super amazing BBQ. It was so amazing I ate sliders that were drenched in a mustard based sauce, Mustard! I don't normally like mustard. Anyway back to the manhunt. The place was completely dead when we got there. The coworkers were technically all off limits. One was a girl, one was married and the other had a girlfriend...to arrive later in a very The Hills kind of way.

It was still a lot of fun as the night went on the place filled up and a band started playing. Alissa tried to convince me to lay it on thick with the guy who had a girlfriend, Mr. Hero, (apparently the girlfriend part may be on its way out). This seemed like a nice idea, sure, Mr. Hero was looking good, smart and knew Sean, Marla's Sean, small world, except for the fact that I am lousy at laying it on thick. After a bit more liquid courage, I may have accomplished a very thin primer coat. I was satisfied with it. Best to leave the cake icing thick coats for the single folk.

I was also satisfied that I danced with three different fellows. One, a friend of Mr. Hero, joined Alissa and I and in true Alissa style she snuck away, so he and I danced and he gave me a very sweet kiss on the cheek. Then I went back to our group, which had increased in size due to Mr. Hero's popularity. I was enough beers deep by now to make a announcement that went something like this "Who wants to dance with me?!" Channeling Snookie no doubt. Thankfully, another friend of Mr. Hero took me up on my offer and we had a nice dance. Then everyone besides me went outside to smoke. I started chatting with an old guy who was enjoying a BBQ sandwich next to me. He asked me to dance and you know what I like to dance so I said yes and it was silly and fun.

Eventually Alissa and I decided to head home (I think it was around ten or eleven, a five or six hour happy hour, not bad). When I got home I was very ready to eat my ramen and watch some Conan. My neighbor, who from now on wants to be known as CoolGuy77, convinced me not to be an old lady and meet him at the Horseshoe. So drunk happened. I met his, considering his age, quite attractive friend and we drank and ended up eating ramen after all and playing Wii Bowling.

I stayed out until 2. My body hurts so I must have drank a lot. I met a lot of new people. I had fun. Success.

After getting bored/discouraged having to meet people through the computer it was nice to meet new people in person. Huh, go figure...

I should be better...

Today is the big Happy Hour Day! After work I will be heading to a swanky spot in Cherry Creek to drink and, who knows, maybe even flirt. My wing-lady, Alissa, is always good at that and she only flirts on my behalf since she already has a wonderful second-half.

I had to get myself looking good for happy hour before leaving for work because it would waste a lot of time to go home. It was just one of those mornings that would be best described in numbers.

20. The number of minutes I was later than usual to work
2. The number of times I changed my pants, shirt, bra and accessories.
2. The number of hair products I used
3. The number of pairs of shoes I tried on
5. The number of irreversible things I found wrong with my face while applying makeup.
All of it. The amount of makeup that will wear off my face before I even get there.

I'm not always like this, maybe a shirt change but goodness this morning was a little ridiculous, something I hope doesn't repeat.

I read an O Magazine the other day (Yes, I just admitted to that). It had an article about breaking the ice. It said it was best to use a third subject. Meaning, that starting a conversation by talking about yourself or asking about the other person is not ideal. This, he said, is true because discussing a third subject is non-invasive and non-threatening. The example the author gave was the story of him standing in line at the movies and someone making a comment about the crossword puzzle he was holding. This amazing crossword conversation eventually led to a hot date. That simple apparently.

I hope everyone tonight is holding a crossword puzzle. Or maybe I should take my own?

Reflections on Day 2

To summarize: I've joined 2 websites.

I so far find Plenty of Fish overwhelming and disorganized. At first I thought window shopping would be fun but then I remembered that when window shopping you don't even have to consider buying the stuff you're seeing. I suppose I need to do my homework, message guys myself and take charge blah blah feminism blah blah.

I feel like it's not totally fair to judge Chemistry yet but hopefully they give me more matches soon because these "quality not quantity" ones aren't getting me too jazzed about the $50 I just dropped. However, their site is much more user friendly than the other so I feel visually pleased at the least. Mostly it's just making me miss Eharmony but that may be for a myriad of emotional issue based reasons, isn't that right Dr. Phil?

I've also made plans for next week to go trolling for men with my best wing-lady at a swanky spot in Cherry Creek, so there's that.

And I may have also found a single friend who will go speed dating with me... more research to be done on that one. If it turns out anything like the 40-year-old Virgin speed dating I shall be plenty pleased.

I feel exhausted and I haven't even been doing much except clicking the mouse.

Goodnight.