Three's a charm...or is it harm?

Date #3 with Larry ended with an emergency room visit, proceeded by being escorted out of Smiths by a security guard and an hour long DTR.  I think you can guess how the DTR ended.

I can hardly contain my joy

So I had another date Tuesday night with the same guy as Saturday night, Larry.  He is a very nice guy.  Almost too nice and sweet.  You know how things can be too sweet that they hurt your teeth?  That's almost how he is.  Anyway, he came and picked me up and met one of my roommates.  They conversed about a couple things that they had in common and I certainly did not.  After we left we said to me "I like  your roommate.  She seems like a lot of fun."  And of course I had to agree.  She is fun.  I really enjoy having her as a roommate.  But come on!!!  Did he have to tell ME that on our second date?!  Seriously.  Then we went to the Gateway and got ice cream and walked around (which, uniquely enough, is exactly what we did on our last date).  I kept trying to think of things to say the entire time.  He's so nice and I'm usually very talkative, but I couldn't think of a thing to say or a single question to ask.  However, the awkward moment of the night came when we were leaving and Larry saw a homeless man begging and offered to take him somewhere to get food.  Thankfully Homeless Man decline stating that he wasn't allowed in the Gateway Mall.  This isn't a joke.  Apparently Homeless Man knew more about dating etiquette then Larry.   

The Can Opener

I went over to my friend's apartment complex yesterday and went swimming in her pool.  It was so much fun.  I love playing in the water.  Zeke came too.  After a couple hours of playing around, our friends went inside and started getting things ready for the BBQ we were having later and Zeke and I stayed in the pool together for another hour and a half.  We played games like we did when we were kids.  I miss being a kid.  I wish we were both still kids.  Life was so much easier then.  Well, I guess simpler is a better word for it.  

So I decided that when I'm old and married and have kids and stuff, I want to have a house with a pool.  That's going to be a priority.  And I also want to have a garden.  Hopefully be the time I'm old and stuff I'll have enough desire to want to garden.  I also wonder how old I'll be when I'm old...

Surrounded by Cats

I'm experiencing a bout of insomnia at this time.  It is a bit annoying.  I have to be at work tomorrow morning at 8am and it is currently 1:30 and I'm still wide awake and going.  I am obviously bored, so I decided to bake some peanut butter cookies.  I tried using a new recipe but didn't realized until after I'd made the dough that it has to sit for 3 hours in the refrigerator before baking.  dumb.  

I went on a date Saturday night.  It was actually a somewhat positive experience.  And when I say a date was a positive experience I simply mean that it will not go down in the annals of human history as a top ten worst date of all time or it will also just simply not grace the pages of the book of bad dates that I'm going to write one day.  I will then live with my 5 cats in a small apartment off the royalties of said book.  My parent's worry that I have no directions, but it's clear to see by my previous statement, that I do have direction and plans and goals for life.  Goal #1: Write book.  #2 Make money from said book.  #3 live off of book royalties with lots of cats surrounding me.  How's that for direction MOM!!!!    

this is totally fair

You know, sometimes I forget how uneven life can be.  Let me explain.  So this past weekend my best friend in California was driving home from a short weekend trip to her parents house and blew a tire about half way there.  She was on the outskirts of a major city and slightly freaking out.  Two twenty-something year old guys pulled over and helped her put the doughnut tire on her car and then gave her directions to a tire shop and a hotel in case they couldn't change the tire that night.  One of the guys also gave her his phone number.  When she got to the tire shop they had closed 15 minutes earlier so she had to stay the night in said town.  So since she had to stay the night, she called the guy who helped her out and they had dinner and then spent the rest of the night making out.  

As for me, I got stranded in Sandy at the South end of the Valley at a Denny's waiting for someone with a car to come pick me up while listening to a 45+ year old man tell me how he lost 45 pounds in 40 days on some special diet that I should look into.  Like I said, this is totally fair.  

One of those lives

I'm just experimenting here.  I don't know how I even feel about having a blog.  It's not like I live this way exciting life in another country that I need to keep my family updated on.  I don't have kids whose grandparents need to be kept up to date on either.  Just boring ol' me.  I always kind of thought blogs were a joke.  Like you're just sooooo spectacular that there are legions of people out there who cannot wait to know what is going on in your life right now!  Or there are those blogs that are just amateurs trying to be movie/music/art/sport/comic critics.  I always make fun of those people.  However, I may just becoming one of them.  yippee!