Monday, February 25, 2008

The Year of Yes: Date 3.3

Ok, Ok, enough of the pseudonyms. His real name is Vic. Victor. And I like him. A lot.

It's just that he is so busy during the week (and I, unfortunately, am not) that we only get to spend time together on the weekends. And apparently most of his weekends are full of plans, too.

It is just hard for me to be like, whatever, he won't forget me. He'll still want to call me in three weeks. I do leave some sort of impression.

Yesterday he did tell me that he would try to call me on Sunday when he gets back from Vegas. Because, as he said, "It's like, 'Hey, had a really great time. See you in three weeks,' is a jackass move." And I said, "I don't think you are a jackass. I think this sucks, but I don't think you are a jackass."

So, I guess there is hope.

I keep telling myself: Plenty of women have gone through worse. So I don't get to see him for three weeks. I lived without him for 30 years, right? It's not that big of a deal.

What doesn't kill me will only make me stronger.

Blech, someone slap the cheese out of me please!

Sunday, February 17, 2008

The Year of Yes: Date 3.2

OK, OK, so I know I haven't posted anything recently. After going through a hellish week at work, I was quite looking forward to my next date with "Alex". I really needed a break and a quiet, relaxing time.

We went to Olive Garden. (YUM! Breadsticks!) Went to a movie. (Juno. Go see it if you haven't already.) And to a casino. (Silver Legacy, etc.) We had a blast. I know we had a good time because when I looked at my watch, it was 5:00am and I wasn't even tired. Nor was I so wasted I had no idea what was going on.

So, needless to say, My Year of Yes is going just fine.

Now, if work would just shape up, I would be in a super-duper fantastic mood!

Wednesday, February 6, 2008

Happy Mardi Gras

If this isn't the happiest baby in New Orleans, I don't know who is.

Just look at that stinkin' happy face.

I wub my little nubbers.

Sunday, February 3, 2008

Concert Number 1 of the Year

As mentioned in an earlier post, I went to see the Foo Fighters on Friday night. I went with Paul (my boss' husband); their friend Gilbert; and Jordan, Cheryl & Paul's son. I felt so cool as I was the only girl! When we got there, I noticed that the male to female ratio was at least 100:1. It was crazy!

I didn't even have to wait in line to the bathroom. When has that every happened at a concert?

I have never been a big Foo Fighters fan, but they put on a pretty amazing rock show; one I was happy to have gone to. They rock, and have really great songs. I was very surprised.

Against Me! put on a great little set, too. Overall, it was a thrilling experience. And the next day I went out and bought me the newest Foo CD I could find.

The Year of Yes: Date 3.1

So I went on my second date with "Alex" tonight. Even though it is Super Bowl Sunday. Even though it was (is!!!) snowing like mad outside. We still made it to The Macaroni Grill for dinner tonight.

I really like him. (Mental note: Do NOT get your hopes up!)

He is sweet, kind, funny, good looking. All of the things I am looking for.

Our date tonight was a short one, but nice. Short because of various things to do tomorrow morning (Him: school. Me: work.) And I am very comfortable around him, which is a refreshing change from some of the dates I have been on.

The Year of Yes is coming along nicely......

The Year of Yes: Date #3

At first I thought this date was doomed. Alex (that is his own made up pseudonym, so I thought I would just use it) asked me to meet for dinner on Friday. I got - at the last minute - a free ticket to go see the Foo Fighters. I asked Alex to reschedule for coffee on Saturday or dinner next week. He obliged by saying he would meet me for coffee on Saturday. How did 2 pm at Java Jungle sound? Perfect.

I got up and did some errands (bought some CDs) and was at Java Jungle about 5 minutes early. It is my doom to be early for everything I do. I order my cup of Mexican coffee (YUMMERS!) and sat down to read the Reno News and Review as I waited for Alex to show up.

I'm perusing the paper, and what do I come across? A review of Randy's shitty ass band, Correction. And the News & Review said they were GOOD!?!? And there was a picture of him and everything (I felt better knowing he looked more like the crackhead he is). I was so angry that I slammed the paper shut, cursed under my breath (What? There were children present!) and looked up in disgust.

Right into Alex's eyes.

I immediately felt awful. He was cute! And he must certainly thought I was pissed at him. NO! Stay cool. Stay cool. Calm. Think Zen thoughts. He walking over here. Smile. Not through gritted teeth. Randy? Randy who?

"Hi! You must be Alex."

"Yes." We shake hands. "I'm going to totally butcher your name."

"That's OK. Everyone does."

And then we proceeded to have an exceptionally nice and totally cool coffee date.

We are having dinner tonight after the Super Bowl.