APRIL DATES: WHAT HAPPENED NEXT

Hi ... I see another follower has joined our small, yet hopefully entertained ranks. Just wanted to take this opportunity to thank everyone who reads and responds to my stuff. I look forward to reading your comments potentially more than anything and they give me great perspective on this little journey. Ok, enough of the gushy stuff ... here's what happened to the fellows I met last month.

Dates Thirty Seven and Thirty Nine: SpryGuy. I like this one. He is really fun and we have plans to hang out this Saturday night. I was in my home city for a couple days and during that time, he kept in contact via text, asking how my trip was going and generally making sure that I didn't forget about him. I wrote him when I got back and asked him what he was doing for the weekend and voila! dinner plans on Saturday. When I mentioned this one to my Mom, she says the following: "Don't you want someone bigger than you?" Hilarious. He is small. Well, smaller than The Gentleman. Yet, he's also better than The Gentleman in other, more important, not physical stature-related ways. I will of course update this weekend.

Dates Thirty Eight and Forty: JS. Well, haven't heard from him since my return to my city. On our last date, he asked me at the end whether I'd like to go out again. I said yes, of course. We then exchanged some emails pre-trip which concluded in him saying that we should get in touch when I get back. I emailed him today and haven't gotten a response yet. As always, we shall see ... I'd like to see him again (if for no other reason than to distract myself from The Gentleman) but won't cry my little eyes out if I don't hear from him.

Date Forty One: ok, I had to re-read this entry (twice) to remember who this guy even was. Either that's really sad and maybe I need to slow my roll with this whole dating thing or he was just that forgettable. Um ... he was just that forgettable. He actually called a couple days later to say "hi" and sent me a text while I was gone wishing me a good trip. I responded to neither. I planned to send an email telling him it was nice to meet but we're just not a match, blah, blah, blah ... but at this point having not sent anything, I think I've sent something. This makes me feel sort of bad but I also feel like I do not expect anything after a first date. I hope for things, I long for action, I fantasize what my first name would sound like with their last name (ok, totally kidding on that last one ... I'm not a middle schooler) but I have learned not to EXPECT anything from these people post-first date.

Dates Thirty Six and Forty Two: PfuckingTC. Have not heard from this A-hole. Thank goodness, right?? The more I think about him the more I am convinced that he was done with me and rather than be a man and tell me he didn't want to see me anymore, he wanted to argue with me with the intent of making me so mad that I would ditch him. As ECP said, cowardice. Again, I told my Mom about him and our convo and she's all, "That's not so bad. You hate your job, too." Yes, Mom, that's true but I don't hate it philosophically. I hate it in reality. Difference. Big difference.

BTW: Mom does not read or have access to blog. Just FYI.

Date Forty Three: The Gentleman. The more I think about this one, the more I think that it's inevitable he'll end up in the discard pile. Not because there's anything wrong with him, or with me. I just have a gut feeling that XGF or no, he's not ready for me. He's not ready to devote the time, the energy, the emotion that is required to go steady. So, where does that leave me? It leaves me with tentative dinner plans for tomorrow night. It leaves me wondering why it takes him 6 hours to return a text. It leaves me a little sad ... and it makes me hyper aware that I cannot, CANNOT focus on him. I tend to put all my eggs in one man's basket and when the basket breaks and the eggs fall out and smash on the ground and I have no more eggs, am I partially to blame? Yes, partially. I need to keep both my eyes and my options open, and stop when someone literally stands in front of me and puts his strong hands on my shoulders, looks me intently in my eyes, and tells me to stop. Because he has stopped, too. And he wants to just hang out in stopped mode for the foreseeable future. The Blogstopper.

The Gentleman is not the Blogstopper. He can't handle me. SpryGuy, though I'm now sort of annoyed with the name I've given him (might change, keep posted), has a decent shot. JS better get on the stick and email me back or he obviously has no shot.

Please stay tuned for upcoming dates with new people, The Gentleman (will think to self when I fear asking about XGF that I owe it to you, my readers, to at least give you the story ... maybe that will give me courage), and SpryGuy. Yeah ... that nickname's gotta go. Any suggestions?

Oh, and ... had a series of very naughty and completely delicious texts with the Dr. God, he drives me crazy. Ladies, everyone should have a dirty texting Dr. of their very own. Maybe someday, when technology advances far enough, there will be an app for that. Thank you in advance, Steve Jobs.