When it comes to relationships, maybe we’re all in glass houses, and shouldn’t throw stones. Because you can never really know. Some people are settling down, some are settling and some people refuse to settle for anything less than butterflies…-Carrie, Sex and the City
I haven’t posted in a week because most of this week I didn’t have much to tell. I was beginning to think that I would have to be like Carrie on Sex and the City when she goes through her dry spell and write about socks. Yikes!
I haven’t been on a real date since the Potential Guy. For as much as I adore Birthday Twin, calling me up at 10pm to come over does not a date make. So what have I been doing with all of my time? I’ve been going on girl’s nights, making new friends, and trying to stay positive.
It’s no surprise that I went to see Sex and the City with my girls Personality Twin and Reality Check Wednesday night. I love love love that show, so of course I was chomping to see the big movie. We started the evening off with cocktails and apps and then headed to the movie. I highly recommend every woman that reads this blog go see that movie with at least one gal pal. It was adorable and gave me hope. Personality Twin was in town Wednesday and Thursday; it was great having her back. She left too soon, and I miss her already. When she’s here I don’t mind the singleness so much because I have a partner in crime. RC has been in an on again off again relationship for a long time and she is a self admitted terrible wingman. 😉 She’s great for girl’s nights out, and on Friday we went out again just girls. It was nice and I came home relaxed.
Saturday I took my beloved pooch to the dog park. It was beautiful outside and I wanted to get out of the house. I’ve always had this fantasy that I’ll meet my dream man while out with my dog, like 101 Dalmatians. Most of the time I venture to the park however I’m met with 40 something men with beer guts and old mangy looking dogs. Not quite the fantasy I had in mind. So you can imagine my surprise when I got to the park Saturday and came face to face with A.D.D. Boy. His dimples were incredible, his hair a jet black and spikey, and his eyes had a mischievous glint in them. He gave me a grin that made my knees buckle and I scrambled for a chair. He scooted his plastic lawn chair next to mine and I gladly gave him my full attention. After about ten minutes of conversation it became painfully obvious that while he was beautiful, his A.D.D. tendencies and his 3 years my junior were too much to ignore. He was all over the place, and I couldn’t help but think of Carrie’s Jazz Guy from Sex and the City. I groaned inwardly, and settled myself to enjoying his appearance while I was there. So much for Mr. Right, he would have been Mr. Right Now, now now can we go play? I swear the guy was more hyperactive than the 6 month old puppy he came with.
Saturday night in typical Date Girl fashion I ventured into town solo. Since RC has said she’s a horrible wingman I gladly gave her the night off. Giving men the stink eye does not help my cause. I went to karaoke and met up with a few old friends while I was out. I ended up striking up a conversation with a younger guy whose personality reminded me of the guy who starred in Knocked Up. He was kind of goofy but for some reason it was charming. He wasn’t super cute, but I wouldn’t call him ugly, and he was funny and could hold a decent conversation. He was really into karaoke so he was excited to hang out. I told him he could call me and we could do the karaoke thing sometime.
While it was fun to meet A.D.D. Boy and Funny Guy, neither of them left me with that excited feeling. I have friends who are settling for comfortable, but I refuse to date a mini van. I want butterflies, fireworks, I want the big POW. I’ve had it before, I know it’s out there, and I’m not going to settle until I get it. That brings me to a conversation I had with Birthday Twin on Sunday, but I’ll save that for the next post. 😉