So I realized I never officially closed on Scott. Well, it all went to pot pretty fast, and all because of Facebook. He asked if he could friend request me. I told him that I don't like to mix Facebook friends with dates. Everyone needs a place/space that is "theirs" and people misread/misconstrue things that are said on FB which leads to arguments that are unnecessary. He thought this was strange and said he needed some time to think about it. I knew right there that it was doomed. He got back to me about 6 hours later and said that he just thinks that it's odd and feels that I'm hiding something and therefore he doesn't think it's a good idea to continue the friendship. I simply told him that I'm sorry he feels that way and take care. There's plenty of fish in the sea, right?
This all went down this past Monday (today is Friday). I haven't heard from him since Monday until today around 4:00. He sent me a text out of the blue that said " You're so adorable. I had a lot of fun that night. Mostly because I was in such great company. What a shame, I really liked you."
My response? "Not enough apparently.... It's all good!"
I wouldn't be able to blog about the guys if I added them to my FB friends! DUH! Plus, I felt like he wasn't genuinely curious about adding me. It felt as if he just wanted to be in my business and scope out who I talk to. I do feel FB causes unnecessary drama though so I wouldn't add him anyway. Perhaps if we were serious WAY down the road...but certainly not after 3 dates!
My mom asked me if I would give him a second chance... after thinking about it, I am going with no. I can't be with someone who doesn't trust me. I did nothing to make him not trust me or feel like I'm not trustworthy. If he's that skeptical on date 3, then I don't need that skepticism in my life and I can do better!
Friday, August 15, 2014
Sunday, August 10, 2014
Close To Perfect Date # 3
If you're keeping track, today makes the third consecutive day that I have seen Scott. This my friends is a new record.
He texted me this afternoon and asked if I wanted to grab some Chipotle with him. YES! Chipotle is always a YES! He picked me up (yes, this was a proper date) and after eating, we walked around Pier One and the rest of the stores in the center. We were heading to Caribou for coffee but it's GONE! I believe a tear ran down my face but I played it off as sweat! A company called Zu Coffee is going in there! I hope it's a zoo theme! That might make up for the fact that they took my Caribou away! So, we went down to Starbucks and I had to hear a dissertation about how Starbucks is run by liberals and how he would never go to Starbucks and they are against the troops... and I told him that I am getting Starbucks because their raspberry mocha lattes are delicious and he said he will get a coffee too but he won't be happy about it. I told him I would give them my money if he didn't want to give them his. He paid anyway! :) If my heart wasn't set on a raspberry mocha then I would have gone to Chic-Fil-A for coffee because they have some good coffee...but he probably doesn't like that company either! I'm not sure where they fall on the liberal/conservative scale.
When Scott refers to things he likes, he puts me in the future tense with him. For example, he will say things like "You'll see what I'm talking about soon enough" or " I'm thinking of getting a second bike and we can ride together on the trail".
I already know that my dad will be more infatuated with Scott than I could ever be! They are going to be like 2 peas in a pod. Don't "they" say, girls find guys that are like their dads.... that might just be true! I've always looked up to my dad as a great male role model. He's a hard worker, cares for his family and would do anything in his power to protect his family. I'd be lucky to find someone like him... perhaps I already did!
I'm interested to see if he's going to go through with this postponed date that's set for Tuesday or not... I'll keep you all informed! :)
He texted me this afternoon and asked if I wanted to grab some Chipotle with him. YES! Chipotle is always a YES! He picked me up (yes, this was a proper date) and after eating, we walked around Pier One and the rest of the stores in the center. We were heading to Caribou for coffee but it's GONE! I believe a tear ran down my face but I played it off as sweat! A company called Zu Coffee is going in there! I hope it's a zoo theme! That might make up for the fact that they took my Caribou away! So, we went down to Starbucks and I had to hear a dissertation about how Starbucks is run by liberals and how he would never go to Starbucks and they are against the troops... and I told him that I am getting Starbucks because their raspberry mocha lattes are delicious and he said he will get a coffee too but he won't be happy about it. I told him I would give them my money if he didn't want to give them his. He paid anyway! :) If my heart wasn't set on a raspberry mocha then I would have gone to Chic-Fil-A for coffee because they have some good coffee...but he probably doesn't like that company either! I'm not sure where they fall on the liberal/conservative scale.
When Scott refers to things he likes, he puts me in the future tense with him. For example, he will say things like "You'll see what I'm talking about soon enough" or " I'm thinking of getting a second bike and we can ride together on the trail".
I already know that my dad will be more infatuated with Scott than I could ever be! They are going to be like 2 peas in a pod. Don't "they" say, girls find guys that are like their dads.... that might just be true! I've always looked up to my dad as a great male role model. He's a hard worker, cares for his family and would do anything in his power to protect his family. I'd be lucky to find someone like him... perhaps I already did!
I'm interested to see if he's going to go through with this postponed date that's set for Tuesday or not... I'll keep you all informed! :)
Saturday, August 9, 2014
Close To Perfect Date #2
So Scott was suppose to have a date today but said that the girl wanted to postpone the date to Tuesday due to not feeling well. He thinks she either got scared or had another date and that's the cover story. I froggered over to the Towne Centre (apparently Crofton/Gambrills is all about Old English spellings) for their Saturday night concert. I told Scott he could join if he wanted. It took him a bit to respond but he ended up meeting me over there in Panera. I just finished stuffing my face so I got to watch him as he ate. We then walked down to get some froyo at Yolavie which I've been thinking about all day. It was glorious and every bit as good as I had imagined all day! :) This also presented me with the opportunity to observe his utensil holding skills. I would have called it quits right there if he went Caveman style on me! Luckily, he holds his spoon correctly.
OH, while walking down to Yolavie he grabbed my hand (in a smooth, nonchalant way) and asked if that was ok. I said yes, but I was screaming NO on the inside. I just think holding hands is weird. I have no idea why. It's strange to me.... but I went with it and was keeping an open mind. When we left Yolavie, ok... I admit the whole time, well some of the time, while we were there I was wondering if he was going to want to hold hands on the way back and how I might be able to skirt around it.... yes, this bothers me this much that it interferes my thoughts while enjoying delicious froyo with a great guy! So we leave Yolavie and he puts his arm around my shoulders.... ok, I can get with that. Less strange than holding hands in my opinion, or as the cool kids say IMO.
So, since I walked over, I asked if he was going to drive me to my place so I don't have to frogger it back late at night. He agreed. When we got to his truck, he faced me and I asked if he was going to allow me to ride in the cab of the truck or if I had to ride in the bed. He said he might open the door but it would cost a kiss. I told him I could work with bribery! I will definitely need to work on his kissing technique but like anything within relationships, everything gets better with time.
While in his truck, and I would do this to ANYONE, I began pushing buttons and lifting things and straightening things out. I like exploring people's belongings. You gain a lot of information based on what a person's car guts look like. I didn't find anything alarming, or even fun. Just a typical guy's truck. He said it was "messy" because it had one coffee cup and a napkin on the floor.... He would DIE if he saw my car. I'm not even sure what's in there. It's like Christmas all over again when I open the trunk because I find something I forgot I had! I'm pretty sure I could live out of my car if needed too... and live well!
So he dropped me off and being my mother's child, I tripped going up the steps and busted my knee.
OH, while walking down to Yolavie he grabbed my hand (in a smooth, nonchalant way) and asked if that was ok. I said yes, but I was screaming NO on the inside. I just think holding hands is weird. I have no idea why. It's strange to me.... but I went with it and was keeping an open mind. When we left Yolavie, ok... I admit the whole time, well some of the time, while we were there I was wondering if he was going to want to hold hands on the way back and how I might be able to skirt around it.... yes, this bothers me this much that it interferes my thoughts while enjoying delicious froyo with a great guy! So we leave Yolavie and he puts his arm around my shoulders.... ok, I can get with that. Less strange than holding hands in my opinion, or as the cool kids say IMO.
So, since I walked over, I asked if he was going to drive me to my place so I don't have to frogger it back late at night. He agreed. When we got to his truck, he faced me and I asked if he was going to allow me to ride in the cab of the truck or if I had to ride in the bed. He said he might open the door but it would cost a kiss. I told him I could work with bribery! I will definitely need to work on his kissing technique but like anything within relationships, everything gets better with time.
While in his truck, and I would do this to ANYONE, I began pushing buttons and lifting things and straightening things out. I like exploring people's belongings. You gain a lot of information based on what a person's car guts look like. I didn't find anything alarming, or even fun. Just a typical guy's truck. He said it was "messy" because it had one coffee cup and a napkin on the floor.... He would DIE if he saw my car. I'm not even sure what's in there. It's like Christmas all over again when I open the trunk because I find something I forgot I had! I'm pretty sure I could live out of my car if needed too... and live well!
So he dropped me off and being my mother's child, I tripped going up the steps and busted my knee.
Luckily, I got up like a pro, Pee Wee Herman style (Like I meant to do that) and looked around. He was already on the other side of the lot so I was in the clear. I texted him when I got in and told him to text when he got home. Like a soldier, he followed directions and texted "I'm home". I then had a bit of wonderment and thought "uh-oh, perhaps pushing buttons and lifting things in his truck was a no-no." So I asked if he was still interested and he replied with a "yes, very". Phew....
Side note: He has the most amazing blue eyes I've ever seen. I'm looking forward to what may come! :)
Mr. Close To Perfect Date #1
OK, so his name is Scott. He's 6 years older than me and is divorced, no kids. He raises pit bulls and works at a family run business in Gambrills/Crofton, lives in a small house that he owns with a lot of acreage. I truly do not know how this guy is single. He claims that by women's standards, he's " too short and too conservative". He is 5'8" but anything taller than 5'0 is tall compared to me! :) I am infatuated and intrigued more than I have been with anyone else.
Date deets: We went to The Greene Turtle. He opened doors, pulled out my chair... so nice! We had a few drinks, listened to a great band, and had a couple appetizers. Great conversation was had. I confessed to doing research on him prior to meeting. He was shocked that I knew his last name and had a moment of panic when I told him I knew his birthday and address as well. :) I do my homework! I think I had to use the phrase "truly crazy people don't tell people they know these details about them, therefore I'm not crazy." I also pointed out that I didn't HAVE to confess I knew this info. and I could have very well pretended that I had no clue, therefore I'm not crazy. That must have seemed rational to him because he didn't flee when I went to the bathroom. He is very conservative but I don't see that as a negative at all. I would love to get him in a room with my dad and a couple die hard Republican friends of mine (Martha, Brenda, Kendra). They would get along so well! He hunts, fishes (strange word), has morals and values and was raised right! We don't agree on the religion aspect but hopefully that's not a deal breaker. Most of my friends are religious and most are Catholic. I was raised Catholic and somewhere along the line I strayed. I don't fault or bash those that are believers just as I hope they respect my belief not to believe. Once I explained this to him, and after he said it was weird, he seemed to be ok with the whole thing. (Let's hope, or in your case pray!) The bill came and it was ninety something bucks (yeah, we had some drinks-30 of it was food!). I totally offered to pay half and he insisted on the contrary. I offered a couple times, even offered the tip. I still got turned down. THAT my friend is how it's done! If I was a floozy, he totally would have been IN! Yes, that kind of IN! However, despite some rumors that you may or may not have heard, I am a good, respectable girl and not a floozy!
He walked me to my car and there was some PG 13 type kissing.
NOW, FOR THE MOST RETARDED, IDIOTIC THING I'VE EVER DONE: I pulled into my parking lot, so happy to have a decent spot where I don't have to walk through some shady bushes and can actually see my front door from the spot and realize I don't have my apartment key! I just took the car key, thinking it would be easier to carry in my wristlet than a gaggle of keys. So I text Scott, confessing my idioticness (spellcheck is telling me this is not a word but it should be and so I claim it to be so!) and he says that his place is a mess but I'm welcome to stay there if I need a place. So IN, if I was floozy like! However, I decide to try my mom's place first. I text my triad of siblings and my mother and like the non-nocturnal people they are, they do not respond. Hmmm... so I go to my mom's house and try to see if the door, which is ALWAYS unlocked, is unlocked. NO! So, I try to open the window.... Nope! The other window? Nope! Ok, so I hop back in the car, tell Scott I'm still a dumbass and locked out of mom's house with no burglar skills to assist. He again tells me that I can stay at his place but may not like him after seeing his place due to the mess. He clearly has NO CLUE about my lovely home keeping skills and a dog that craps on the floor daily. I told him nothing I see will surmount to what I have at home and would never judge anyone based on that (unless it was hoarder style). On my way back to my apartment (awaiting Scott's message), I had an epiphany. I kept thinking and thinking, "I'm not this stupid. I never leave without my keys. I hang them by the door knob for this very reason. WTH?" Then, It HITS ME (Tristy, I picture your mom hitting her forehead every time I hear that phrase and I hope you do too or else you are not going to understand why I do), I AM smart and I DID bring a gaggle of keys with me. I "hid them" beside the seat when I got to TGT. I am going to go ahead and blame my antibiotics for this night of confusion. My amoxicillin I'm on for my ear infection makes my head jumbled as is and then I had the bright idea to take it before a date at a bar where I knew I would be engaging in a drink or four. Apparently, confusion and sleeplessness are rare side effects of antibiotics and I feel weird about 10 minutes in from taking it. Alcohol magnifies the effects and can slow the effectiveness. I'm totally blaming the Amoxicillin, yep!
Once, I confessed to Scott that not only was I an idiot, but I was a double idiot, he still said he had a great time and wants to see me again. I told him that he just needs to name the time and the place and I'm in because he is a rare find. He said he feels the same about me (yeah, I'm a rare find alright) and wants to see me soon. I hope to hear from him and to see him again soon!
It's 3 am and I'm wide awake! Hopefully once I close this laptop my brain will shut off due to lack of stimulation! I will be sure to keep all you fine people updated on this rare specimen of the male species.
Date deets: We went to The Greene Turtle. He opened doors, pulled out my chair... so nice! We had a few drinks, listened to a great band, and had a couple appetizers. Great conversation was had. I confessed to doing research on him prior to meeting. He was shocked that I knew his last name and had a moment of panic when I told him I knew his birthday and address as well. :) I do my homework! I think I had to use the phrase "truly crazy people don't tell people they know these details about them, therefore I'm not crazy." I also pointed out that I didn't HAVE to confess I knew this info. and I could have very well pretended that I had no clue, therefore I'm not crazy. That must have seemed rational to him because he didn't flee when I went to the bathroom. He is very conservative but I don't see that as a negative at all. I would love to get him in a room with my dad and a couple die hard Republican friends of mine (Martha, Brenda, Kendra). They would get along so well! He hunts, fishes (strange word), has morals and values and was raised right! We don't agree on the religion aspect but hopefully that's not a deal breaker. Most of my friends are religious and most are Catholic. I was raised Catholic and somewhere along the line I strayed. I don't fault or bash those that are believers just as I hope they respect my belief not to believe. Once I explained this to him, and after he said it was weird, he seemed to be ok with the whole thing. (Let's hope, or in your case pray!) The bill came and it was ninety something bucks (yeah, we had some drinks-30 of it was food!). I totally offered to pay half and he insisted on the contrary. I offered a couple times, even offered the tip. I still got turned down. THAT my friend is how it's done! If I was a floozy, he totally would have been IN! Yes, that kind of IN! However, despite some rumors that you may or may not have heard, I am a good, respectable girl and not a floozy!
He walked me to my car and there was some PG 13 type kissing.
NOW, FOR THE MOST RETARDED, IDIOTIC THING I'VE EVER DONE: I pulled into my parking lot, so happy to have a decent spot where I don't have to walk through some shady bushes and can actually see my front door from the spot and realize I don't have my apartment key! I just took the car key, thinking it would be easier to carry in my wristlet than a gaggle of keys. So I text Scott, confessing my idioticness (spellcheck is telling me this is not a word but it should be and so I claim it to be so!) and he says that his place is a mess but I'm welcome to stay there if I need a place. So IN, if I was floozy like! However, I decide to try my mom's place first. I text my triad of siblings and my mother and like the non-nocturnal people they are, they do not respond. Hmmm... so I go to my mom's house and try to see if the door, which is ALWAYS unlocked, is unlocked. NO! So, I try to open the window.... Nope! The other window? Nope! Ok, so I hop back in the car, tell Scott I'm still a dumbass and locked out of mom's house with no burglar skills to assist. He again tells me that I can stay at his place but may not like him after seeing his place due to the mess. He clearly has NO CLUE about my lovely home keeping skills and a dog that craps on the floor daily. I told him nothing I see will surmount to what I have at home and would never judge anyone based on that (unless it was hoarder style). On my way back to my apartment (awaiting Scott's message), I had an epiphany. I kept thinking and thinking, "I'm not this stupid. I never leave without my keys. I hang them by the door knob for this very reason. WTH?" Then, It HITS ME (Tristy, I picture your mom hitting her forehead every time I hear that phrase and I hope you do too or else you are not going to understand why I do), I AM smart and I DID bring a gaggle of keys with me. I "hid them" beside the seat when I got to TGT. I am going to go ahead and blame my antibiotics for this night of confusion. My amoxicillin I'm on for my ear infection makes my head jumbled as is and then I had the bright idea to take it before a date at a bar where I knew I would be engaging in a drink or four. Apparently, confusion and sleeplessness are rare side effects of antibiotics and I feel weird about 10 minutes in from taking it. Alcohol magnifies the effects and can slow the effectiveness. I'm totally blaming the Amoxicillin, yep!
Once, I confessed to Scott that not only was I an idiot, but I was a double idiot, he still said he had a great time and wants to see me again. I told him that he just needs to name the time and the place and I'm in because he is a rare find. He said he feels the same about me (yeah, I'm a rare find alright) and wants to see me soon. I hope to hear from him and to see him again soon!
It's 3 am and I'm wide awake! Hopefully once I close this laptop my brain will shut off due to lack of stimulation! I will be sure to keep all you fine people updated on this rare specimen of the male species.
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