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Back in the Game

So, I went on a date last night. It wasn’t the first one I’ve been asked on, but it was the first time I decided to say yes. Probably because despite my drunken warnings about all my emotional baggage (met him when I was out Sunday night with Dani), he still sent me a text at 9 am the next morning asking to meet up for drinks.  Guys, it was my first date in 5 years. The last time I went on a date I was 22 and didn’t give a shit about anything. In fact, I showed up with my hair in a ponytail and a Yankees t-shirt on (it was September, there were playoff implications). However, we dated for two-years after that so I guess it worked for me?

Anyway, so I went, and it was good. Fun even. I laughed, made some jokes, he mostly got my sarcasm, and dry sense of humor.  After a five-year hiatus from the scene, this was my first outfit back. A step up from jean shorts and a Yankees t-shirt I suppose.

Flowy, sheer white tank- Dani’s closet
Favorite 7 jeans of all time
Coach sandals
Yurman on the right wrist, Michael Kors on the left
Hair in desperate need of a highlight and trim

My long weekend leading up to yesterday was lots of fun as well.  Dani and I went out on Friday night and ended up drinking a lot more than I think we meant to. There were shots, and beers, and mojitos (ok I just gagged again) haha, and dancing.  Oh lord was there dancing.

before the shots

after. moving so fast we’re just a blur

Needless to say, I spent all of Saturday in bed. Whatever, there was an extra day to go out and recover. The aforementioned Sunday night, was much more low-key, and lacking in shots but still fun.  Now, it’s Wednesday already (which is awesome) and the NFL makes its glorious return tonight!  I’m hoping my fantasy team has a good showing this year, last year we sorta fell from grace.

So, happy Wednesday. Any dating tips for me? I’m seriously inexperienced in this matter.

 

On Dating

Last night as I was crashing my roommate and her bf’s dinner date in our kitchen, we got to talk about dating.  Specifically, the fact that I will eventually have to do it, and just how much I’m not looking forward to it.  I am currently in no way ready to do such a thing, as my ex has done a fine job of ruining my faith in the male species and there’s a whole hella lot of crazy going on in my head on a daily basis, but apparently the two of them cannot wait for me to start.

Not because they want me to find someone else, but because they think it will be HILARIOUS and I’ll have tons of funny stories to tell them.  I’m not just saying this, but I don’t get approached by guys very often when I’m out, and when I was in a relationship I was just fine with that.  The rare times that I would, the guy was always someone I would NEVER EVER consider in real life.  Whether it’s because they were 3 inches shorter than me, or just the epitome of douchebaggery, it was always terrible.

I’ve only been single a month, and I already have a hilarious story about a douchey bar encounter, and who would I be if I didn’t share it with you all.  Last Wednesday I went out to happy hour with a group of friends, and happy hour turned into happy 5 hours and at 10 pm we found ourselves in Spider Kelly’s in Clarendon.  If you’re from the area, you know the bar and the typical crowd in the bar, and you know it’s always full of idiots.  I know this, but it’s a fun place, and I’m not looking to meet anyone, so onward we went.

I was maybe through half a beer before the following took place:
Fratty d-bag: “Hey Ms. Green shirt, how are you?”
Me: “I’m fine, how are you?”
FDB: “I’m good, I had to come over and talk to you because ya know, we kind of match.”

After discovering I was 27, and not much younger like he originally thought.  He was 25 by the way.

FDB: “Wow, you look good for 27.”

Some idle chit chat took place about the weather, the summer, Labor Day weekend, what we do, blah, blah, blah, then somehow we started talking about the seasons (I know!) and how I love fall.

FDB: “So you like fall huh?  How come?”
Me: “Well, I enjoy my fall wardrobe, and boots.”
FDB: “I hate boots. I wish girls would wear high heels more, they’re much sexier.”

At this point I’m starting to lose my patience, and my politeness is fading, because dude just insulted boots and I love nothing more than a good pair of boots. Hey I just spent an absurd amount of money on a pair.  Finally I managed to grab my friend’s eyes and ask if they were almost ready to go.

FDB: “So, can I get your number?”
Me: (thinking about giving him a fake one, but then I was afraid he’d call it right away and I’d be found out) “Sure.” I put it in his phone.
FDB: “Great. So I’ll probably be off the grid for a while because ya know, it’s summer and I’m busy, but I’ll call you.  We’ll go out.”
Me: (Trying very hard to contain my laughter) “Great, sounds fantastic.” (dripping with sarcasm).

I really was shocked at his stupidity, I mean even if I had wanted him to call, does he really think he has a chance after dropping a line like that?  Anyway, much to my shock I got a text from him on Saturday night.  Now, let’s dissect all the aspects of it that annoyed me, my thoughts are in red.

Hey Kel (ok hi, we are not friends, you met me once, don’t go all calling me Kel like we’re besties. Also you should probably remind whoever you’re texting of your name, because I sure as hell don’t remember it)… we met Wednesday at SK’s… hope ur having a sick (sick? really? no.) weekend.  Lets get together sometime next week. Are u in town next weekend? (well which is it next week or weekend?)

Obviously, I did not text back, but I kept the message in my phone to laugh at when I need a good one.  Men are idiots, and I do not have the patience for this crap, haha.

 

10 Years

Darren’s visit this weekend is a pretty special one for us, not only because it’s been so long since the last one.  Ten years ago today, we made our relationship official for the first time.  Yes, we’ve broken up and dated (many) other people but it’s still a milestone all the same :).  To celebrate we’re going out to a nice dinner tomorrow night, and we’re heading out to a Haunted Forest tonight.  Should be lots of fun.  So, in honor of our ten years together, enjoy some photos from them!

fall 2001

Spring 2003

Summer 2004

Fall 2004

Christmas 2005

Summer 2006

2011

Here’s to many more decades together.