The Real Non-Date Date Kinda

So last night I got to hang out with Pierce. It wasn't a date or a planned event. I didn't message him "see you tonight" even though I knew he was planning on going... I am part stalker btw... because we weren't going together or even going to meet each other. We just both happened to be going to the same place.



Now I hoped that last night would pan out so that Pierce and I could get some one on one time, but my expectations were not high.


I get there and its wall to wall people. I see one person that I "know" and he sort of knows me. Matt knows who I am by my face. I doubt he knows my name, and while this guy is salesman nice (to everyone) he more often than not tries to get away from me asap. Its like I've got cooties.


So I say "Hi" to Matt, he says "Hi" in return. There's an awkward moment, and Matt flees.

I go to the bar, grab a drink, a stiff drink, and look around for other people I might know or want to get to know. The group of people is ecclectic at best. There's locals dressed "as you are", business types dressed accordingly with fancy suits and well coiffed hair (obviously gay or completely new to town), and a mix of ordinary well adjusted people who dressed normal for being where we were and outside in the heat.

I'm busy watching the show when Pierce walks in. He sees me, gives me a hug, and stays to chat a bit. Mostly just talking about who is here and who we know. I mention that I only know Matt and point out where he is. Shortly thereafter, Pierce excuses himself and says something about going to say Hi to Matt. To be honest, I wasn't listening. I was trying to watch the show and heard that he was going, and tuned out.


About 20 minutes later, when the show was over, Pierce returns to me and we talk. We talk about his work and my potential work, and this thing and that thing... and politics and BP.. He may or may not have made joking references to being too busy in college trying to get laid, and I may or may not have described my bed to him with a little too much detail (hey it fit in with the conversation I swear)... and.. then Pierce excuses himself to go to the bathroom saying quite clearly that he'll be right back.


This time.. unlike the last time we'd hung out... It wasn't said awkwardly or like he felt I needed some kind of pathetic reassurance in order to extracate himself... this time he said it solidly as a promise of "We're not done here." There was no question about it.


But I also didn't want to just sit there twiddling my thumbs waiting for him to return. I wanted to talk to a few of the performers, and took that chance to do so.. while keeping an eye on the spot where I was, watching for his return.


I barely got a few words in with a couple performers before I saw him return looking for me. (insert big grin and an inner happy dance) So I tried to catch his eye to show him where I was. He saw me talking to the performers and came and sat down a few feet away from my new position and waited. (insert swoon)


He didn't seem irritated. He just sat and waited. Patiently. Until I finished doing what I was doing. He didn't come over and try to horn in on the conversation or try to pull me away. He just waited. He didn't seem impatient or signal me to hurry up. He just waited his turn, patiently.


I seriously wanted to take him home and fuck him something rotten for that. After years of my ex being grumpy and impatient and belittling whatever it was I wanted to do... and being upset with me if I didn't do what he wanted to do and just socially been a complete pain in my ass... This was a breath of fresh air, and had we been in a relationship, Pierce would have gotten some mad crazy girl sex. Just sayin.


Left to my own devices, I probably would have prolonged my interaction with the performers quite a bit longer.. but seeing Pierce look so deliciously patient and waiting for me.. I cut out of the conversation before I would have otherwise.


Sexy intelligent man vs really cool important people who won't remember your name tomorrow? Uh sexy man please!


So I sat down next to Pierce, and we talked some more. And talked. And talked. Though it didn't seem like time was really passing, other than that crazy ache to kiss him and the visual of the sun setting, I'm not sure time really passed at all while we talked.


And he was sweet. Seriously sweet. At one point the sun was in my face when I would turn to talk to him, he, of his own accord, moved his head between mine and the sun blocking it completely from hitting my face. He did this without calling attention to what he was doing. He didn't even say "is that better" like he was expecting a thank you or calling attention to his chivalry. He just did it, and seemed pleased enough that in doing so the conversation continued to flow. He held that position, moving slightly in response to any change in my position, until the sun itself had moved to a less problematic spot. (How can I not swoon?)


We got up to refresh our drinks, and he stayed with me... not like a leech, he wasn't glued to my side.. but near me. We continue talking once we've gotten new drinks, and as we're finishing our drinks, Pierce mentions that he needs to go. I agree that its probably time to go, though in all honesty I wasn't ready to part. I had no idea what time it was, but I was pretty sure by the fact that we were the last people there that it was in fact time to go home.


"You want to walk out together?" Pierce asks.


I barely catch it and I think that's what he said.

"Yeah, that'd be great." I reply.

We coordinate our exit, and walk out together. As we approach every juncture where we could have parted ways, he says "I need to go (insert direction).." with a silent hestitation implying "which direction are you?" while almost guiding me seamlessly along as we walked together.


We went part of the way to our cars together, alas there was a fork in the road where we parted ways. We hugged quickly. Said we'd had a good time.

"Until next time" he said... or maybe it was "I'll see you around, at the next thing" ? I don't recall.

All I know is that there is something there. It might be as simple as friendship, or it might be something more. We'll see.

No Relationship & You Can't Make Me

Luke & I talked last night. Well he messaged me. I replied.

My anxiety about him wanting to date increased every time I thought of him. I am no where near that yet, not with him, not with anyone. Especially not with him actually.

I keep thinking that I might be, or that I want to be, then I start thinking about all the complications. Seat up, Seat Down, Dish washing methodology, Laundry methodology, How clean to keep the house, How dirty to keep the house, Moving (Luke has already stated I'd have to move to where he is - panic), Giving up things, Compromises... the list goes on.. and I start having trouble breathing or thinking straight. All I want to do is RUN!

But how do you say that to a guy without sounding like a complete lunatic?

I did my best..

L - "Just saying hi. Haven't heard from ya"

(our last conversation was 48 hours ago, and I started to feel pressured, but I pretended to be ok)

M - "Oh was I supposed to keep in touch? Hi!" 

L - "Well ya if you wanted to... guess you don't :)"  

(is it just me or did that come off as passive-aggressive? Insert more anxiety for me)

M - "Are you playing games? Testing me?"  

(seriously we just started talking again, and in 48 hours you're all this??)

L - "Testing you? Not that I'm aware of. Suppose if I did you failed :)"

M - "I'm f'n with ya :) I fail a lot btw mostly intentionally. I'm a rebel like that"

(I cover well don't I?)

He then goes into blah blah boring stuff (to you all) about his work and asks about my day (more boring stuff), then this..

L - "Was thinking about ya last night"

M - "Uh oh"

L - "Ya.. I'll not give you the details but it was highly pornographic.. I know you're less then interested. But I figured I would tell ya"

(Am I making shit up, or is this passive aggressive crapola again? No where did I say I wasn't interested, just that it was too soon to "date" - my anxiety went all sorts of haywire)

M - "Less than interested? What in the world was I doing?" 

(I can handle filthy talk, just not relationship talk. Please take the hint)

L - "No I meant you less than interested in me being pervy with you"

(again, where in the hell did I say this? Now I'm angry with anxiety. Yay me)

M - "Uh huh I know what you meant. I was ignoring your attempt at putting words in my mouth"

M - "So what did I do?"

L - "Its not what you did exactly... its more of what I was doing to you :) you know you make it hard to flirt with you"

M - "I try :) So what were you doing then?"

He dodges the question nicely by telling me how sexy I was in a corset and that I looked good from all sorts of positions. He refused to give details. Asshole. :)

M - "Well that was very anti-climatic :P"

L - "lol not for you it wasn't.. repeatedly I might say"

(I got a chuckle out of that I must say)

He then mentioned that I was jaded..

M - " :P Yes I'm very jaded :)"

L - "Lol I think you need to let go of the jaded or this may be really hard :)"

(If I could just "get over it" like that I would. I've got damage. Sue me.)

M - "I thought hard was your thing"

L - "lol You know what I mean"

M - "Nope, no idea :)"

L - "So is this just you playing hard to get? :)"

(insert panic)

M - "Nope. Not playing anything. Just livin"

L - "Well its certainly hard to tell if you're interested or not"

(insert freakout and trying to breathe, so I decide to be honest and try to phrase it right)

M - "Maybe that's cuz I'm not as far along the road as you are. You seem impatient for me to say I'm interested which is making me feel more like retreating than moving forward"

M - "I'm just getting used to talking to you again"

M - "Trying to enjoy that without the "where's this going" mentality"

(Huge weight off my shoulders, then I panic about him possibly being insulted, then I relax as I remind myself if he gets insulted thats his issue and he can f'off)

L - "Well at least you told me how you feel. Exactly what I needed from you."

I honestly have no idea what that means, but I think things are fine as his next few messages were about the cutsie things his 2 yr old was doing.  It was a very boring play by play of bathing and playing with dolls which bored even me.

The conversation ended with me telling him to go have fun with his daughter.

Making Sense Of Mac

So.. I should update you on my dating life... or what there is of it.

I'd been toying with the idea of online stalking Mac, and contacting him. I don't normally (well anymore) contact men first. In the past, its always backfired on me.

But Mac is hot, and we had a really great time talking the other night at the bar.. and I got a little hopeful that he was at least interested as friends.

So, Saturday, I'm reading some blogs and run across @SingleCityGuy's blog post about contacting men first.. don't be shy.. kind of advice.

I figure What the hell.  If he's interested .. great. If he's not, then I'll just move on. Easy peasy.

So I hunt down Mac online via the website my group uses. I have a little game of hunting because I only know his first name and I spell it wrong.

I finally locate him and shoot him a short note playfully calling him evil for getting me stuck on an iPhone game he recommended the other night.

He replies almost instantly (within an hour). I'm excited. This is a good sign, right?

Then I start reading his email:

"That is funny.  So, I am guessing that you now have my email from me responding to this"

At this point my heart hit the floor. I thought he was saying that he was reluctant to give me his email, but did because thats the way the site works if you hit reply. Then I continued reading.

"and my number is xxx-xxx-xxxx for texting emergencies or comedy.

All is well with me.  How are things with you?"

Wait... he gave me his phone number? Unprompted?

Was now gasping for air and watching the world spin as I tried to make sense of it. This was unprecedented. I had no idea how to proceed.

So I replied saying how I was, and gave him my number.

Two minutes later I get a text message from him

"Tag You're It"

I laughed. a lot. loudly.

I texted something humorous back and we began chatting (texting).

At one point the conversation on his end just stopped. In my wonderful way of freaking out.. and it doesn't help that I honestly think he's out of my league... I texted him a joke about me being a conversation killer, which read in the right tone (the tone in my head) was paranoid and pathetic.

He'd gone to cook dinner as he had to work that night. (a part time job he hates but took to pass the time)  I felt like a moron, so I waited to reply.

We chatted a little more.

Sunday, no word. I wondered if he'd take initiative. So I didn't bother messaging him.

Monday.. daylight came and went.. Nothing from him. Great. So I decided to message him and see what happened.

So I texted him a benign "How was your weekend?"

He replies right away and we do the "How are you" required chatting. He tells me about things he's doing unprompted. Sharing bits about himself.

Its then I realize why I'm so comfortable with Mac. He's open and honest. After years of enduring my ex who was withholding in every area, and even from the beginning made me pry to get anything out of him.. Mac is easy. I'm not left guessing much of anything.. (well except maybe where this is all going, but neither of us has the answer to that yet I don't think.)

****

Actually, there's a story from the last time we'd met that I'd left out accidentally. Getty had asked him about his watch. Its a sexy manly watch. It looks military and since he's ex-military, it fits him well. He took off his watch casually and handed it to us to look at.  We were examining it and I got the bright idea to try it on.

I turned my back to him slightly so I could hide the fact that I was trying it on. I'm self-conscious about my body in certain aspects, and its been a problem with some men I've dated. I am not a weak woman. It actually infuriated my ex that I was for the most part stronger than him (probably he felt emasculated, but I can't act weak all the time and I shouldn't have to).  Anyway, so I have big wrists.. I have big hands and fingers too for a girl.. so I wanted to try on his watch to see how much slack was in it.  Aka were his wrists bigger than mine.

There was no slack. It fit perfectly. I was horrified. I tried to get it off, but I couldn't. The latch wouldn't budge.

Mac joked "Am I going to get my watch back? Are you two trying to steal my watch?"

I tried again for the clasp. Nothing. The watch was stuck. I was sure there was some way to get it off, but I didn't dare keep his watch any longer to try to figure it out.

So I plopped my wrist enslaved in his watch down on the table before him. I am relatively sure I was beet red, and whimpered defeatedly.

"I'm sorry, I can't get it off."

I barely saw him touch the watch. The clasp released, and he had the watch off in seconds.  I was mortified and felt like an idiot. He was smiling.

****

So back to our texting. Up until now, all our texting could be "friendly." I had no idea until last night where he possibly stood on the issue.  I knew he was new to town, so maybe he was just desperate for a friend.

Then he asks: "So what do you do for fun besides play on the iPhone and brush off online stalkers?"

"The normal stuff. Make fun of fellow bowlers, Try to steal people's watches."

He laughed, and I replied with a real answer.. listing a bunch of "date" type stuff that I like to do.  Not that it matters, I'm pretty sure Mac could make anything fun.

He replies with "Me? Movies (out and in), hike, work, read, sex, nap, and all of those you said."

... wait.. did I read that right.. he put in sex? Normally alarm bells would be going off in my head that he just wanted a quick lay, but I'm trusting my impression of him that if thats what he wanted.. he could get it anywhere anytime from any random girl. But I'm pretty certain that the fact he put it in the list, is a good sign he wants to be more than friends.

So I reply "Oh I left off the reading and napping and sex. *sigh* Obviously you're much more in touch with the fun stuff."

Mac - "Ha ha. Your sarcasm is noticed. lol."

Me - "Sarcasm? No no. Really. At least two of those are much more fun than my list."

Mac - "Reading and Napping?"

Me - "Yes exactly. How'd you know? lol"

Mac - "Lucky Guess"

Me - ":)"

Mac - "I don't really like sex. Maybe because of all the laughing that takes place."

Mac - "Lmao"

Me - "Lmao. Lots of laughing during sex? That's either the best sex or the worst sex in the world. Guess it depends if both are laughing or just one."

Mac - "I am impressed that you had a response for that one"

I am not easily stumped. I can usually find a witty retort.. online or text anyway... real life interaction I'm much less skilled.. 

We chatted for quite a while longer.. talking about this or that.

But I'm hopeful. Hope is nice. I am hoping though that he's not just out for some casual sex encounter or F-buddy. Imma gunna get hurt if thats the case.

Keep 'em Coming And Make 'em Strong

Saturday night I went out with Getty, my dog-sitting friend who saved me lots of money sitting my dog while I went to Cali this last summer, and who hooked me up with the best sex night I've had this year.

I hadn't seen or talked to her in weeks, and wondered if I'd pissed her off, but alas no. She's just been antisocial and in a negative mood she said. So..

1. Yay there still a possibility she might dog-sit in the future someday.
2. Damn that means I still have to deal with her if I want her to sit for my dog again.

Honestly, there are times hanging with her isn't a bad thing. And there are times when hanging with her is excruciating torture. Unfortunately, this was pretty close to torture, and definitely excruciating.

I initially wanted to go see a movie, but she didn't want to see "Men Who Stare At Goats". She wanted to see some horror flick. I can't recall the title, but

ME + HORROR = A. Nightmares for a week. B. Freaking out everywhere I go when something happens or resembles something that happened in said-movie C. Screaming like a little girl with my eyes covered and my fingers in my ears the entire movie. D. Walking out of the movie after slugging the person who talked me into watching the movie in the arm. E. Several of the Above. F. All of the Above

So I just refuse to watch anything horror. Trust me. Its safer for you and me.

Anyway, we couldn't agree on a movie which wasn't a problem. No biggie. So we decided to go out to eat, and she talked me into going to Cool River. So I got all gussied up and met her there.

Now on the phone prior to going to eat, she'd talked non-stop and barely let me get any kind of word in unless it was discussing where to go and then she'd only let me get the name of the place in before she'd start in again. Annoying but I figured she'd calm down in person.

She did not.

Instead, she was all about telling me every thought that came into her head and every little judgement of whatever inane thing that came across her mind. If I disagreed with her, and attempted to express my opinion I would barely get one or two words out and she'd continue talking. She did not listen nor did she give me any feedback language indicating that she even understood my actual point (really how could she when I didn't even finish one sentence?). She did however notice that I was getting frustrated and politely said,

"I know you're point, but ... " and continued on without me.

To which I swear my head spinned and flames shot out of my eyes. In my head, I was thinking "OMG how the fucking hell could you possibly know my point when you don't even listen to a freaking word I'm saying? Really?"

She switched subjects often as one subject reminded her of another subject.

So I tried to give up talking to her and just sat there eating my food. She did not stop talking even then. She did not really pause. She just kept going like she was loaded with Duracell and covered in faux-bunny-fur.

"I just don't understand how people feel its their responsibility to shove their food tastes on you! I don't like fish, damn it. Tell me, how in the hell does it affect their lives if I don't taste their freaking fish dish?"

Now you might think that this would require a response. I know I thought so too. And it actually did. She paused and waited until I attempted one. If I waited too long to respond, she'd repeat the whole rant and end with the question. So I tried to reply:

"Well some people..."

She started up again, and went further on her rant. So when the same question came around again, I decided to answer it differently.

"It shouldn't really..."

And I was cut off again. It went like this from subject to subject to subject. Her expressing her opinions like verbal vomit, and myself pretending to be totally unaffected by it. (I did once actually raise my voice to her and tell her to shut up and listen to me, I'm not normally that rude but she wasn't giving me a choice, to which she turned all pouty, silent, and sullenly angry. The kind of listening that a 5 yr old does when they don't get their way... aka not at all.)

She did go on a rant about some guy who walked away from her saying "You're way negative. I just cannot be around such negativity." And she went on and on about 10 minutes on how he must have something wrong with him. It was all I could do not to laugh as she had been proving his point over and over all night.

By the end of the night, I had a massive headache. I put in my time, and I'm not really sure having a dog-sitter-friend is worth all of this.

I do know that it will be a long time until I subject myself to a one-on-one with her again. There is not enough alcohol in the world.

Slowly Getting To Know You (maybe?)

Sunday I was completely glad that I'd taken Halloween off. It was a busy day.

I started out my day with my bookclub. We were reading Frankenstein. I'll warn you that if you haven't read it.. Don't. Its nothing like the movies, and completely full of whining and repetition. It is a great book though for when it was written and some of the concepts within it.. but its not a good read in my opinion. (-waits for the villagers to come kill her-)

The bookclub went fine, and I finally got to see my old crush and talk to him for a while. We'll just call him Mr. Lawyer. He is the sexiest nicest man ever... ok I exaggerate, but its my tale and I'll do that if I want. :) I may be biased.

After bookclub was Gingerman. Gingerman as I've mentioned before is my favorite bar, and as luck would have it my friends were gathering there right after my bookclub finished, and the Gingerman is 2 blocks away from my bookclub. Wild horses couldn't have kept me away!

Plus.. Don was supposed to be there.

Two blocks, Favorite Bar, and Don? Oh hell yes!

I get there just a bit early, and get a pint down before people start arriving. I hadn't planned on organizing the group; it just happened. It was a ton of fun catching up with some people I've not seen in ages.

Then Don arrived. Since I'd gotten tied into organizing and greeting, I was surrounded by people and already in conversation. I caught his eye and smiled.

He'd gone back to the bar and grabbed himself a beer, then came back and sat at a couch near me. As soon as he could manage to get a work in edgewise he asked.

"So what did you end up doing the other night after you left?"

At this point, and with the look in his eyes, I'd have loved to had a huge story about a fabulous party I went to, or a date.. or something jealousy inducing. Instead I told him that I'd come with Evie and had to leave with her or bribe someone to take me to my car.

He was unimpressed with my story, and then asked about my Halloween. Halloween, as you all know, was even less impressive, but since I was more than happily proud of it being that way, it wasn't a sad story.

As it turned out, most of the people at Gingerman's were not as blissfully happy with how their Halloween had turned out. Some in fact were quite adamantly jealous of mine.

Don and I talked for a while talking only to each other despite the fact that several people were between us. It didn't last long as most people in the middle of a conversation join it, or leave. Since these people all know both of us, they were more than happy to chime in. Thus I got distracted talking to people closer to me, and Don, seeing that his best bud arrived, moved way across the room to join him.

Don actually moved around the room several times, talking to nearly everyone. While that is normally my way of doing things, I just didn't feel like it. Instead, I sat in the same exact seat the entire night. I figured if people wanted to talk to me they could come to me, and amazingly they did.

Most of the time the seats around me were filled by friends or new people wanting to be friends, or by people who just wanted to sit on the comfy couch. It was a very comfy seat, which was another reason I didn't move around. I managed to meet everyone without any real effort. I felt like a queen. It was awesome.

Unfortunately, with the seats being filled it was nearly impossible for Don to sit close to me if he even wanted. But at one point he did manage to sit next to me on the couch.

Now I don't know for sure that he sat on the couch next to me to be close to me, as there was a cute girl sitting on the other side of his seat on the couch and he did talk to her almost more than he was talking to me (or maybe thats my perception based on insecurities?).

But we did flirt quite often even from across the room. I was always catching him looking in my direction, either on purpose or by casual I don't know, but I'd make little funny communicative faces then smile or laugh as appropriate.

The looks I gave him were along the lines of "I know you're staring me I'm so hot you can't help it" followed by a flirty laugh, "I'm pretending to be mad at you, see how mad I can look" followed by a smile, "Are you stalking me?" followed by a smile which said "if so, I like it", "I caught you looking at me, do I have spinach in my teeth? or something?"...

It actually was quite funny, and he was getting a kick out of it as well. Like he was on Friday, he also was fitting in more sexual inuendos in conversations with me or where I was present. Up until lately he'd be quite reserved in his conversations around me, so I'm thinking he might be a little interested or he's just comfortable around me now.

Its a little hard for me to remember our entire conversation, but I gave as good as I got.

Throughout the evening the group had talked about sitting in the livingroom setting or sitting outside in the nice weather. I gave many many reasons for my choice of inside and everyone except the smokers were more than happy to be inside. But after a few beers, I get a little frisky.

I had just come back from the bar with my 3rd or 4th beer, and saw Don standing alone by the door to the patio. So I struck up conversation..

"See thats another reason I chose to sit inside. The hard benches. Don't get me wrong, I like hard things.. just not benches."

I smiled and walked away. I think he was a little stunned, as it took him a moment but he called out after me as I walked away.

"Good flirt! Very good flirt!"

I turned and smiled at him, mimicked a curtsey, and replied, "Thank You, I'm here all night."

We played this cat-mouse game the rest of the night, until he went home. This time though he did come find me (which wasn't hard since I was on his way out) and told me he was heading home. We hugged goodbye, and I being a little tipsy was tempted to kiss his neck.. he smells so good, not cologne good but man-good.. but I didn't.. I behaved.

After he left though, I ran into one of the girls and we began to talking. She brought up Don, and said she had trouble figuring him out. She couldn't tell if he was interested in her or not.

My hopes sunk a little with that.

A Good Night

I really had a great night last night. Surprisingly, Evie was there as well and she was awesome. Boggle. I think it helped that we were a few people away from each other at the table, so I had my people to talk to and she had hers. It lessened the need for competition.

I'm getting ahead of myself.

Last night was $2 beers and $2 shots of vodka Happy Hour at a local restaurant. I wasn't going to go, but when I found out it was $2 vodka of a brand that I actually like, I decided I had to go. I figured if it was a total bust, at least I could get drunk for cheap.

I get there early, but people are already getting started. I sat down near one end of the long table. At the time I sat down there was an equal peppering of males vs females along the table. Within the next 10 minutes as people arrived, my end of the table was completely guys (+me) and the other end of the table was mostly women (+ a guy). If I could have planned it out myself, it could not have been better.

Now before you start to jump to conclusions, I was really not interested in any of these guys except maybe one, and I'm not even sure about that. But as I've stated in previous posts, I love the friendship of men. I even love the conversations of men.

Conversing with men is always educational, unless they're morons which these men were not. Every one of these men were relatively successful business men of various fields of business. To be completely honest, they were all quite a catch. I learned about golfing, golf fees, where to golf, why to golf, how to enjoy golf, and how to make loads of cash golfing. I also learned that nearly every heterosexual male loves the UFC, and that NASCAR might actually be palatable if seen in person while drinking loads of beer (for me it would be comparable to going to a sporting event that I could care less about, as long as I'm plied with alcohol I can join in the fun unabated).

While the conversation never really got into anything severely interesting, I found myself entertained quite well by finding out tidbits about them.

Mr. India's third language is English. He loves golf, and buying girls drinks. He bought be a double shot of vodka after I'd already had 3. I'm pretty certain he was trying to get me drunk. When I first met him a couple weeks ago, I thought he was kinda creepy and I wasn't sure what to make of him. That could have been partly due to the fact that he has a habit of looking at me like I'm a steak.

Mr. India turned out to be quite fun though, and I've decided that if I ever take up golf, I'll be golfing his way. Mr. India's golfing style is merely this. Get a bunch of friends together on an empty course, have lots of drinks, and play golfing drinking games. He does this once a year with some friends and when the games were described he mentioned "Yeah we don't usually remember finishing all the holes, and sometimes we don't". He however does like to bet money on his golf game, which I'd have to win the lottery or get really good at golf before I tried that.

Next to him was Kevin, a friend who I'm starting to really love inviting to things as he always brings a friend who is sexier than he is. This time he brought his friend Charles who sat next to me. Charles was the only one at the table that I even thought about dating. He was charming and geeky and knowledgeable. I learned a lot of secrets about Twitter last night which I won't be sharing here. I swear I don't know why, but talking tech geek really fuels my fire.

On the other side of me was Derk. Derk was the first guy Evie stole from me (mentioned in my Women Who Hate Women post). We talked and joked and got long well as usual. People were handing out cards, and crossing out numbers they didn't use any more or didn't want people to use, so I got out my faux cards. Since I don't have a job and haven't for years, I got tired of not having an easy way of giving out my contact information. So I made up some cards that would be safe to hand out to pretty much anyone. It has my first name only, my phone number, my email, and my Myspace (which only has my first name anyway).

When I showed Derk the card, and explained that I just had some personal cards made with only the contact info I wanted people to have, he ooo'd over it and specifically asked if he could have one. WTF?? I'm not sure I want to know why he wants my contact info, but I gave him one. Pretty sure if he calls, all I'm going to ask him about is his ex (Evie says he's not over her yet), his dogs, and Evie. He's a little late on the "asking for my number" bit.

Mr. India also asked for a card, but sadly Charles did not. Charles did say he'd see me on Friday night, the next outing of the group, so maybe we'll see.

(PS.. I think I'll try to forgive Evie, she spent most of the night talking me up to Mr. India who sat beside her.)