Let downs and Let.. ups

Happy New Year!

SO. Let's just say that my little dating website afternoon date was completely unremarkable. We met at an upscale bar, had some drinks and burgers, and chatted for way, way too long. Literally, I knew within the first five minutes that I didn't want to go on a second date with this guy (see Barney Stinson's "Lemon Law") and yet it dragged on and on. I didn't have a bad time, per se. Just no real connection, spark, interest. And yet, I really wanted validation. I WANTED this guy to like me, and for me to say - eh, thanks but not thanks. Anyway, he paid for lunch, which was great. Sweet guy, but really nothing between us. We hugged goodbye, and were on our ways. He texted me later on in the day, or maybe the next day saying he had a good time. I responded in kind, and then he texted me on Christmas. Which was odd. I didn't respond. The End? Hopefully?

I'm pretty busy and out of town these next few weeks and weekends. Not really sure when I will even have TIME to date people.

That said, I need to retract my statement regarding pride and walks of shame. Thanks, New Year's Eve. In this scenario, a friend of friend showed up to a party. This guy and I have known each other for a few years - but never see each other due to the fact that he lives in San Fransisco. Great guy. Within 5 seconds of our first conversation when he arrived at the party, I pretty much knew how the night would end. As I put it to our mutual friend "I win." And I was confident that I was going to win throughout the night - despite a SUPER awkward New Years kiss on the cheek. After which I said "Was that awkward??" and he said "Yeah, kinda." and I laughed it off with "It's ok. I'm okay with that."

Anyway, after such a winning evening, we miraculously caught a cab back to my apartment. My intitial intention was to crash somewhere at my friend's condo - who had the party. However, that plan had changed, even though both of our cars were at the location of the party due to lack of public transportation to the venue. That didn't matter at 2:30am when we exited said party. It was fun, cute, contact solution was procured, How I Met Your Mother was viewed. He was wired from a parting espresso shot and continued to beat box while I drifted in and out. And in the morning, we got Dunkin Donuts coffee, and headed out into the New Year. It was a gorgeous day - unseasonably warm for January 1. We walked all the way back to his car, and then he drove me to mine. Friendly, successful, breezy, mostly unexpected. (had I imagined things going down the way they did, I might have cleaned my room a bit better...)

Single life. Living it.

Hello 2011!

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