The Truth is I'm Just Getting Started

Date Rate: ♥♥♥♥♥

I had my second date last night with Mr. Jetpack. It was supertastic!

We met to watch an open mic night and eat some pizza. He went along with my desire to order the all meat pizza, bacon included. Conversation was really easy and lots of fun. The more I learn about him the more pleasantly surprised I am. For instance and another example. (Favorite choreographer on the show and someone he'd really like to see live)

We ate and we watched musically inclined people. I drank wine and showed off my incredibly low tolerance for alcohol. He told me how he used to participate in the open mic nights, more guitar playing than singing. He finished my wine that I had decided I should not. He talked about how we should go bike riding together and play trivia. He suggested that we take a walk around outside (perhaps in attempt to sober me up a bit). We walked and ended up back inside again for the last band. We finally left three and a half hours later. He walked me to my car. We stood there, I got the silly girl "is he going to kiss me?" butterflies. He told me he really wanted to see me when I return from my vacation (starts tomorrow). The butterflies got fluttier (kind of like sluttier or as I was informed by my hip cousin the kids now say "whoreish"). And WHAM! No kiss. Don't dismay loyal fans, counting my Dutch friend there with the plural, the lack of kiss did not squash the butterflies. Now the anticipation is just stronger. It's so ridiculous in fact I had trouble sleeping last night. Silly but a fun silly.

Date Three of Four

Date Rate: ♥♥♥

This was my first second date, no not ever, smart ass. My first second date of this adventure. I went with Mr. Captain to a delicious restaurant called Bones. While I won't dwell on the wonderful that was the dinner because that would be for a different blog I felt I needed to mention it because the food itself was the highlight of the evening.

Mr. Captain was nice and he picked a very good restaurant but if you'll notice he did get a slight downgrade in date ratings from the first date.

There are second dates for a reason, actually multiple reasons. One, of course, to attend a date sober and see if you were wearing beer goggles (or in my case vodka visors). Reason two would be for the initial "we met, we're hot for each other lets get this ball rolling" bit. The third reason would be to see if the compatibility factor can take you beyond the first date small talk.

I didn't feel like I was off in my assessment of Mr. Captain's attractiveness, he was still good looking. I did, however, lack the desire to push the makey outey wagon out of the driveway. I felt like making conversation was not very easy. I felt myself almost asking questions I had already asked earlier in the evening. He seemed to be struggling with the same dilemma when he asked about how my day went more than once. It's not always easy to make conversation with a stranger, I get it. I usually really have to be on my game to not feel uncomfortable in this situation. Luckily, last night I was close to if not fully on my game, I was wearing lipstick after all. I resorted to silly questions which can either make things fun or make the awkwardness more evident. I'd say the latter happened in this case. It takes two silly people to play silly games. I just need another silly person in my life.

We made it through the date, declined dessert, split the bill, hugged and parted ways. He said something about still needing to trade music. Perhaps that will happen but if it means makey outey chances are getting slimmer.

The Dog Days could be over

A little update. I quit Chemistry today. It wasn't really giving me results and it was just making me feel guilty because I wasn't putting the work into it. So ciao Chemistry.

Rande is a good wingman. I wrote my phone number on some guy's arm last night at the HiDive. Then I tore up the dance floor at the Sputnik, Bruce was playing 60's music, how could I resist? Yay for going out on a Saturday night!

Looks like I will have a second date with Mr. Captain on Wednesday. He must have gotten the memo and decided to try to make plans further in advance with me. This time I will at least wait until I'm there to get my drink on.

I will have a first date with Mr. Impatient on Tuesday. I found out he lives in Longmont. A forty five minute drive each way? Not really down for that but it was too late to say no because of the distance, I guess. He was very persistent; with the right guy that's called interest with a guy from Longmont who hasn't met me yet it smells of desperation.

I will probably meet up with another guy I've been talking to for a couple weeks. He seems really nice and his job is training cyclists. Yes, perhaps I have ulterior motives but don't we all? Let's name him Mr. BetterBike.

Three dates in a week? Can it be done? Here's hoping. See you friends and family in two weeks.