a quandary

To follow up on the issue in my last post, when I was wondering when I’d see Dave again, I got my answer. He called me yesterday and we ended up spending the afternoon & evening together. We went to the Folklife Festival, which was nice although it drizzled on us part of the time that we were there. It’s still not my scene, but the people-watching was fascinating. And oooh-whee, the potheads were out in full force. Seemed that every time we passed one of the fields where people were sitting, we’d catch a whiff of incense that was only vaguely masking the smell of weed. Cops were all over the place, I don’t know how no one got caught. (Or maybe they did & we just didn’t see them get caught, who knows.) We passed a stage where some woman was doing a spoken word bit about menopause. I sped my pace to double time to get out of earshot from that one as quickly as possible. Call me kooky, I just don’t feel the need to strike up conversations about menstrual cycles on a 3rd date. Oh, and I found out this morning that we were there at the same time as all this monorail commotion was going on, but we were at the other end of the Seattle Center so we didn’t know it at the time. As we were leaving, I saw people moving the entrance signposts to let a fire/rescue truck go through, but I figured maybe someone had fainted or something, I didn’t really think anything of it. I didn’t pay attention to all of the other sirens either, I just thought that it was a drizzly day so there were probably lots of car accidents in the area. Oh well, good thing no one was seriously hurt.

So, after Folklife, Dave & I got Thai take-out from Racha’s (yum) and came back to my place and watched an Eddie Izzard DVD that he had brought over, which I had never seen before. It was really funny, in that random British stream-of-consciousness way that he has. I also learned that even though the term bollocks is another word for bullshit, the expression “the dog’s bollocks” (literally: the dog’s testicles) means that something is really good. Sort of like “the bee’s knees”, I suppose. I asked Dave if that was seriously an expression that people use, and he said that he wouldn’t say it over here because no one would know what he was talking about, but yes, it is something that people say in the UK. I love that. I’m going to try to start using it in my everyday vernacular.

Anyway, this brings me to an interesting dilemma, and I don’t really know how to deal with it, so I thought I’d get the general public consensus. Things are getting pretty heated between Dave & I – three dates in one week is more intense than I’ve been with anyone in a long time – and I really like him a lot. However, there are a couple of guys from the online dating sites who have asked me out, and I don’t really know what to say. On the one hand I think that maybe I should go out with them because I’m scared of pinnning all of my hopes on this Dave thing. I mean, it’s so early in the relationship, who knows what could happen. It could all blow up in my face tomorrow. At the same time, I know how my brain works, and I know that these guys don’t stand a chance of impressing me when I have such an enormous crush on someone else. And I don’t like going out with somebody after I’ve kissed someone else because it makes me feel gross and dishonest. So what do you guys think? Go on the dates that will most likely go nowhere, or be honest & tell them that I’ve met someone else?

the weekend

Friday: Scott mercifully offered to take me to see one of my favorite comedians, Mitch Hedberg, to distract me from the fact that my date with Dave was postponed. The show was supposed to start at 10:30, so we got there at 10:00 & figured we’d be early. Not so much, as it turns out, because the line was already to the end of the block. At 11:30, an hour & a half of standing in line later, we learned that the show was cancelled due to the fact that Mitch had passed out drunk. This thorougly pissed me off. I realize that comedians have the kind of job that might lend itself to excessive alcohol consumption, but come on, if I showed up at work too drunk to perform my job, I’d get fired. That’s just f*cked. So Mitch Hedberg is now off my list of favorite comedians.

Saturday: The date with Dave the Brit. Mmmmm… Nice, nice, nice. Delicious dinner, followed by drinks, followed by enjoying the view of downtown from the roof of my building. He’s just so easy to talk to, we never seem to hit an awkward silence or run out of things to say. It’s so… nice. Everything flows. And it’s kind of crazy – as soon as we part, I find myself wondering when I’ll see him again, and hoping that it’s soon.

Sunday: I was going to help Chris G. move, but he apparently took care of all of that before I even woke up. So instead, I met up with him & a couple of his friends at the Folklife Festival in the afternoon. That was interesting, but not really my scene. Lots of hippies & their offspring dancing with wild arm gesticulations to African tribal drums and things of that nature. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. So, Chris’s friends took off, he went back to his new apartment to take a nap, and I went to Best Buy to get a DVD player. I was in the store for less than a minute when I saw an ex-boyfriend that I haven’t seen or spoken to in over a year. This is someone who really hurt me when he broke up with me, so I was happy with the fact that I hadn’t run into him since then. I don’t know if he spotted me or not, but as soon as I saw him, my stomach knotted up and I bolted. I went to the DVD player section and I hid there for a good 15-20 minutes, until I was sure he was gone. It seems stupid, I should’ve been the bigger person and walked over and said hi, but for some reason I couldn’t. I just panicked. I don’t know why it upset me as much as it did – it’s not like I’m still hung up on this person or wish that I was still with him at all. Hell, I even have a new crush that should make it easier to blow off the ex’es who hurt me. Maybe if the cute Brit had been with me, I could’ve pulled it off a little more gracefully. Or maybe I still wouldn’t have been able to say hi, but my stomach wouldn’t have knotted up quite so much upon seeing him. I don’t know. In any case, it was strangely upsetting, and pretty much spoiled my entire Best Buy shopping experience. I didn’t stop shaking until I was back on the freeway & almost home.

So, after I got the DVD player hooked up, Chris G. came over & we went to rent my very first DVD from Blockbuster. We got “Love Actually” because Chris said he couldn’t deal with anything too heavy. I liked it.

And tomorrow, I get to sleep late. Again. Hooray for holiday weekends!

I am sad

Dave the Brit is sick, so our date has been postponed. We’re probably going to go out either tomorrow or Sunday (depending on if he’s feeling better), so it’s not like it’s been postponed indefinitely, but for some reason I am irrationally bummed about this. I played the good sport when I talked about it with him, but… damn. I was just looking forward to it so much. It can’t possibly a good sign that I’m so disappointed at the thought of waiting another 24 hours until I see him again. This just has me getting hurt written all over it.

Anyway, I was trying to think of something to do tonight to distract myself from thinking about the Date That Is Not Going To Happen. I was cleaning out my wallet & I found a Best Buy gift card. I have no idea how much is left on it, but I think I may go buy a cheap DVD player tonight. The Blockbuster in my neighborhood is phasing out VHS, so I’ve come to the conclusion that I really have to get a DVD player. So maybe I’ll do that, rent a movie or two, and order a pizza. That could be nice. And a bubble bath. That’s mandatory.

waterlogged & twitterpated

This morning I walked to work in the rain. This is only maybe the 2nd or 3rd time it’s rained on my little pedestrian commute, and I’m pretty sure it’s the first time it’s rained in the morning. I had my umbrella, but all that really did was keep my head from getting wet, the rest of me got soaked. Eight hours later, I was starting to feel like I had just finally dried out, and it was time to walk home. In the rain. It’s not supposed to stop raining until next Tuesday. Ick. I think this is an early pajama night for me.

And I learned something else: it doesn’t matter that I had the umbrella to keep my hair from getting wet, or that I used the straightening iron on my hair this morning, or that I also used the goo that’s supposed to keep me from getting those little fly-away hairs all over my head. If I’m outside in the rain for more than 5 minutes, I start to get an afro from the humidity. Lovely.

In much-much-much happier news, I have a 2nd date with Dave the Brit set for Friday night. We’re having dinner. It’s so unusual for me to be this excited about seeing someone, I’m practically counting the hours until Friday. I talked to Kris the other night and she told me I was “twitterpated”. I had forgotten that term, but I think it’s pretty accurate for my current state of mind. Happy happy happy, la la la….

finally!

Ok, the cute Air Force boy is definitely gone now. He never called me back, so fine, I can take the hint. Ordinarily, this type of thing would bum me out considerably, but I don’t really care today because… (drum roll)… I had a good date last night! After however many dozen boring dates that I’ve met through online dating, I finally went out with someone who I would actually like to see again, and who I think might actually be compatible with me. His name is Dave, he’s British (I melt for that accent), he’s cute, he’s smart, he’s funny, etc. etc. Oh, and he likes cats (major bonus points with me). I think what made the date so amazing is that we basically did nothing, and I still had a great time. We just went to a coffee shop in my neighborhood – he had coffee, I had decaf mint tea – and we sat outside on the sidewalk and talked. That’s it, just talked. For 3 hours. I didn’t even notice the time until all of a sudden I realized that it was dark and I was cold, so I looked at my watch and it was 10:30. Holy hell, I’m usually showered & in bed before 10. A guy has to be pretty remarkable to keep me up that far past my bedtime. So, I walked with him back to his car, and he asked if he was going to get a second date, to which I replied “absolutely.” He gave me a hug – he’s a good hugger too (more bonus points) – and then I walked home.

This morning while I was walking to work I was thinking about how much fun I had last night, and I realized that I was smiling. It occurred to me that I probably looked insane, walking down the street by myself at 8 a.m. grinning like an idiot. I tried to force myself to stop smiling, but every couple of minutes I’d forget and the smile would creep back. I haven’t had this good a feeling about someone for a loooooong time.

Now, of course, the morning coffee jitters are kicking in and I’m starting to go through my self-doubt cycle of wondering if/when he’ll call/email me again. I’m trying not to focus on that, but it’s such a bad habit of mine that I don’t know how to shut it off. I’ll be ok, I’m just going to study for my next Microsoft exam and distract myself from thinking about it.

Off-topic: sending lots of happy, good luck vibes for Kris, who’s applying for a job that would totally kick ass if she got it.