Dates thus far being single:

So, for a long time I was in my "hole" (as my bff Funky Monkey always likes to put it). I spent the majority of my time either at home or at work. I had my two, maybe three friends I spoke to, but other than that, I was content to be alone. I liked being in my hole (or at least, you think you like being in your hole), but I was pulled out of it, and I never have looked back. Sometimes, I wonder if there's a reason I can't go back into my hole. I kind of wonder if it was some sort of depression I was going through, or what. I thought I was happy. Funky Monkey told me I wasn't, and she could see it, but I was blind to it. I respect her opinion.

The official marker of be being completely out of my hole is the entrance of my Curly Haired Boy. I met him through Facebook. I'm not usually one to add people I don't know, but I saw a few of my friends knew him, so I thought, why not? After adding him, we exchanged messages which resulted in a date.

Of course, my Mom went over etiquette, like no drinking anything openly given to me, etc. All the nice things girls have to know in order to be safe while dating. I also made sure I had my pocket knife I keep on my key chain, since I don't know really where to find mace. I ended up needing neither. We ended up walking around for a while before heading out to see the movie Up, then he took me to his "thinking spot" which was right next to a lake. Throughout the date, I found out he was still hung up on his ex, who cheated on him a number of times before he finally cut the chord.

The next day, he called (because I told him it was my day off) and we ended up hanging out again. We had a great time, but I kept in mind he was still hung up over his ex. Before he left, he said something that, to my dismay, greatly offended me. He felt it necessary to remind me he was single. A red flag went up.And after that, he seemed to fall off the face of the planet.

I enjoyed his company (baggage and all) so I decided it was my turn to ask him out. I did, and we were going to hang out one day. However, due to "parental problems", he had to flake out on me. He begged for another chance, and finally I gave in to going out again. We hung out at his place for a while and watched a TV series on DVD, then went downtown and shot some pool. I enjoyed myself, to say the least. Then, a few days later, we went to see the new Harry Potter. I ended the whole charade with kissing him, and he asked "what was that for?", and I said "I dunno, I just like kissing you." Then I winked, and went to my car and left.

But, he hasn't called me since. So, I'm letting it rest. I really liked him, and thought he was a great guy, but I guess he's not that into me. And baggage isn't something I need to include in my search of men.

Anyway, so last night, I went to go pick up my car, and found out it wasn't actually ready to be picked up. One of the car sales-men ("28 going onto 12") ended up taking me home. He was too skinny for my taste, but asked me out, so I ended up saying sure.

He didn't really tell me what I had gotten myself into, and he took me to a STRIP CLUB. I had fun for the circumstances up until he tried to force me to kiss him. There will be no second date.


I'll keep you guys posted.