Timing is Everything

I scheduled a second date with the potentially crazy girl. We decided that tuesday dinner would work good, but I needed to double check my work schedule first. I actually was at work at 7:30 this morning (pulled my first 12 hour day... it was lame). So I sent her an e-mail around 8:30-9. Never heard back.

After I got home and ate, I decided I should give her a call. She picks up. She is at her parents home. In Michigan. Because her dad had a brain aneurysm. Outstanding timing. She said she would give a call when she returned. I offered my condolences and told her I would talk to her when she returned.

Yeah, I am good at this.

Thinking of Me

So I ask a girl if she would like to get dinner on Wednesday. She says yes. All good.

Wednesday morning I get a message asking if we can switch it to lunch instead, because she has some things she needs to get done and a meeting that night. I'm a nice guy, so I say sure. We meet up for lunch, and it goes pretty well. Honestly, it probably was actually stunted first date conversation in my recent history. But the girl was interesting and cute, so I can deal with some slight awkwardness.

Wednesday afternoon I get an e-mail from her saying her meeting was cancelled and that something she had been working on just got the green light, so she wanted to celebrate with some drinks and wanted to do so with me. As I now had no plans for the night, had to work a little late anyways, I said yes against common sense.

We remeet up for drinks at a bar near her place. We have some drinks and conversation. Then I walk her home. She asks me up for hot chocolate, and I give her credit for remembering how much I hate coffee. So I go up. Her male roommate is in bed, with his door open, which directly faces the entrance way. Then I find out her cousin is crashing on her couch. Regardless, she makes us some hot chocolate and head into her room. We make out for a bit and whatnot.

Today, I get this e-mail:
"The skin on my chin is raw from kissing you. I wanted you to know that the patch of painful skin on my face makes me think of you, and in some strange way, very happy."

She might be crazy. Therefore, I will be getting one of two things:
1) Hot crazy girl sex (face it, crazy girls are better at sex), or
2) A restraining order.

Either way, I win

sacrifice

Yesterday I woke up and was grabbing my stuff for work. I was out of pop, and thought that I would just have to pick up a can on the way to work.

No, that is how an addict thinks. I'm not an addict. I don't need pop. No more pop.

So yesterday I decided to quit pop. For no good reason. So far so good. But a friend pointed out that mixed drinks are often soda related. I have to decide to a) go all out, b) make exceptions for alcohol, or c) give up now.

In other news, tonight may be awesome or lame. It is a real tossup.

Cousin

My cousin announced her engagement awhile back. The plan was to have a small ceremony in the St. Louis area. However, over Christmas, she announced that they had actually eloped in September.

My sisters and I decided to get her a gift (even though my sisters were annoyed because apparently all the other cousins were lax on giving them gifts when they got married). I mentioned that I was the store earlier and did not see any elopement cards. My sister said she would just make one and asked if we had any ideas.

My entry:
"We were going to give you a real wedding card, but decided to do this half-assed thing instead."

I think I am going to win.

I continued the sock experiment on Saturday playing poker. Wore some from Sock It To Me. Broke even on the night. So all in all, who knows.

Oh wait, this is supposed to be about me and my interactions with females. The poker night was basically because a girl I went to college with was having her bacherlette party and thus a couple of the guys with wives who were going to that decided to have a man night. As I am still on the wagon for 2008, I was designated driver for a couple of them (which lead to one of the guys vomiting out of my car at 3 am, this is the same guy i once had to break down a door in a London sports bar to make sure he hadn't passed out in his own pile of feces, he has control problems). Also, the bacherlette was the girl i traded virginities with. The whole her getting married thing is strange to me still. I don't really talk to her much (only when other people put us in the same room).

Perhaps the more annoying aspect of it is that my old roommate, the guy who hosted everyone, tends to try and stick his nose into my dating life. He is a great guy (and pretty much every girl i know describes him as an ideal husband candidate), but can be condensending (not the word i want) at times. So he shakes his head at me for being 27 and single. Perhaps because I only disclose a bunch of half-truths to him, he is confused. I can handle that as long as he does not try to set me up with anyone. Then i may punch him. Which I can only do without repurcussions if we are playing basketball. And it is hard to get a game going. So let us hope it does not come to that.

That Was Strange...

Last night I had a disturbing dream.

I dreamed that I was at a wedding. It was a Catholic wedding, but not at an original Catholic Church (everything was rounded... though i guess it could have been a Spanish mission Church...). I was in a tuxedo. Just fyi, I look good in a tux. Damn good. So I was part of the wedding.

Then i figured out that it was my wedding. I was marrying LTR. I woke up in a cold sweet.

But then i went and got encased meats from Hot Dougs. And Duck Fat Fries. If you live anywhere near Chicago and never been to Hot Dougs, go now. It will cure what ails you. Though now i think i may miss my run today because i may fall asleep at any moment.

The friend i went with wanted me to come out tonight to wing man for him. As much as asian chicks are hot, I am still drying out and promised some guys it could be a poker night. So unless i get knocked out early, I am likely taking a pass. Plus, asian guys have horrible taste in girls.

My New E-Crush

http://sockittomesocks.com/about.html

The girl, not the cat.

Anyone who makes a living selling awesome socks is ok in my book.

I have 4 pairs, have worn two of them. As far as i can tell, the ladies love them.

I hope the Horse Socks make me good at putt-putt because i have a high stakes game coming up next week. And I have been told i will not be allowed to cheat during it...

long week

I am pretty sure my week of debauchery is over.

Thank god. I don't know how people who go out constantly can do it. I feel dead, in my body and my soul.

However, i am better off then my friend, who's boyfriend got ringworm. No sex for her.