I love that I lie in bed & think about posts & then when I wake in the morning am completely forget what it is I want to write about as I’m over taken by the violent imagery my sub conscious floats with all night long.
However, good news for this blog… I’m dating again. Bad news for me…. I’m dating again. True, my penis embargo did not stick. In fact every time I would slap one on, it would be ripped down in the matter of days if not hours (I have no will power).
Most recently, I have started seeing Two-Four. We met on Valentines Day back when the embargo was first applied. I didn’t think too much of it. He found out that I too liked Country music (shut up .. it’s fun) and suggested I add him to my facebook as he’ll let me know next time him & his friends go to a concert & will invite me. I figured sure, why not? Course we realized our drunk minds WON’T remember each others full names & opted to exchange phone numbers which just begun a slew of phone conversations with no end.
True we get along & can talk forever but we hadn’t hung out yet. So we decided to make a point of going out last Saturday. I was bit freaked. I ended up adding him to my facebook and between what I remembered and what I saw were 2 different things. When people asked about him, I just said he was goofy looking. D commented that getting them young (oh yea, he’s younger) is good because they mold into the man you want them to be & possibly even he may grow into his looks. I asked if she thought he’d grow into his eyebrows.
However, I don’t talk to anyone on the phone nevermind for hours at a time so I agreed to go.
We kept it simple…. go for drinks (all good dates, as you know, have a certain alcohol element to the night ensuring it’s success). So we went to a pub in N van. Not my hood but his which is good as I didn’t really feel the need to see a slough of people that I knew. He, on the other hand, knew people there including our waitress the kelly bundy wannabe that remembered him from the night before.
Now, considering the fact that just a few short hours ago I thought he was goofy looking and considering the fact that being the older woman holds a little hand, I shouldn’t really be threatened by her especially, seeing since I’ve served & knew how to work it for tips and it didn’t but I love watching how HE acts.
I was sitting in the booth and he was in the chair opposite so she interacted mostly with him as there was a table next to us & made it hard to stand in the middle. After a while she would only talk to him & touch his shoulder often & he was polite. It was enough to make me tilt my head ONLY because if I saw a girl & a guy together alone I PROBABLY would refrain on the flirting somewhat.
Not her.. no when we were comparing hand size (I for some reason feel the need to show off my ridiculously small pinkie finger) she came over & asked if that was one of those weird sex things like when your ring finer is bigger then the middle or whatever… then follows up to say, “The only oddly sexual thing about me is that I have a tongue like Gene Simmons” while rubbing his shoulder (ok not rubbing but there was prolonged contact).
I’m sorry… who says that?
Whores. I should know. I used that line last night.