Strike 1...

Well, he's invited me on date 3. Fun, except that he wants it to be at his place.

This makes me weary.

He says it's just to "hang out", watch a movie (a scary one, because he knows how much I hate those, charming no?), eat ribs, and drink a few Stellas. And, to be honest, I trust that. I mean, he's an adult and so am I, so we both know that there are, of course, some other more devious intentions behind that idea, but really that's part of the fun of it all. Besides, I carry a can of bear spray in my purse and I'm not afraid to use it, so you see, it's not the actual date at his house part that bothers me.

What bothers me is the timing of it all. Yes it's date 3, but it's still only week 1. And to be honest, the fact that he's already thinking he's at this point with me is kind of a let down. Yes I want to make-out, but I want courtship too! Two dates does not a bed mate make (or cuddle buddy, wtv). Perhaps I have to make that a little bit clearer.

So I'm going to push this one back a bit you know, give him some time to cool off...

Words of Wisdom...

“You men have no idea what we're dealing with down there. Teeth placement, and jaw stress, and suction, and gag reflex, and all the while bobbing up and down, moaning and trying to breathe through our noses. Easy? Honey, they don't call it a job for nothin'.”

- Samantha Jones (of course)

The Birthday Party...

You'll have to forgive me, I'm a bit hungover so I'm going to make this quick.

I celebrated my 25th a bit early last night with friends and some cousins. Smooth showed up. I was little nervous at first - once I saw him I realized I wasn't quite at the 'meet my friends and family' stage - but there he was, so I figured I'd better just go with it. Went to the washroom for a minute while he ordered his drink to check my make-up/breath/teeth, and stepped back out into the crowd ready to bring him over and introduce him to everyone. Couldn't find him - because he was already at the table, well past introductions and already encroaching onto conversation.

okay.

Got to the table, fixed myself a drink (tripple), found a nice spot to dance/chat in the corner, and rather nervously decided to throw caution to the wind.

good call.

We had a great night. Much more flirting and touching than on our previous date (he said I smelled amazing, love a guy who notices a good perfume). And he took well to my circle - a little too well actually considering it's only our second "date" and he's already got inside jokes with my best friend. I wanted to be a little put off by that, really I did, but he's just too cute to be mad at.

uh oh.

Ended the night with two kisses (on the cheek like the french, because that's how we do it here) and texted each other all the ride home. He asked to see me again before Thursday (my actual birthday). I said ok. That will make 3 dates... in about 8 days. Definitely need to take a breather.

... after the next one.

Dear Diary...

Still haven't satisfied my craving... but keenly aware that that might be changing soon.

Date Night...

Guess who went on a date 2 nights ago?

I know what your thinking. Bit quick, no? Well, not really. See, I've come to terms with the break up. I can't say my heart has fully healed, but it has been 6 weeks so, long enough to know if it was the right decision or not. It was. Also, I really needed an excuse to get out of the house.

So about my date, let's call him Mr. Smooth. He's tall, dark and handsome, a bit older than me, and a self proclaimed "dreamer" - a practical one though, one with plans, which is good since I consider myself to be very much a realist. I think the best part about him is that the more I get to know him, the less he proves to be what I had him pinned for... so that's nice.

Anyway, it really doesn't even feel right calling it a date, since to be honest, it really didn't feel like one. See, we avoided the traditional (and rather formal) dinner setting and started right away with drinks, you know, to break the nerves. Here's the weird part though - I didn't have any. And now I'm wondering if that's a good, or bad sign. Usually, it takes me like 2 hours to get ready for a date, trying to find the right outfit and rolling over conversation topics in my head in preparation (yes, I actually do that). Anyway, this time I got ready in about 45 minutes. I just grabbed something to put on (hardly even looked in the mirror), threw on a bit of make-up, and went to meet him downtown. I was unusually comfortable and confident in myself - which is never the case, especially not on a first date.

But conversation was easy. Good eye contact, jokes and a bit of teasing. (It also helps that he has a voice like hot butter). We talked about a lot of things: current affairs, food, growing apart from friends, and New York City. Actually, it went so well that we got carried away and ended up being late for our movie - but that was ok since it turned out to be crap anyway, Sherlock Holmes, seriously, don't bother. At one point during the film I thought he might shift his hand over slightly and touch mine, or my knee, since we were so close - ok, I hoped he would - but he didn't. After all, it was only the first date so I suppose he was trying to be a gentleman... dammit. After the movie, we contemplated another drink, but seeing how it was already after midnight (and we both had work the next day), we opted to just call it a night. He dropped me off, and that was that.

Overall I would say it was a pretty decent first "date". A few surprises - like opening /holding doors for me and seating me first (something I am not at all used to, but will now definitely be holding as standard), a lot of compliments, and an overall sense of comfortableness between us - and one or two slight disappointments - conversation, while entertaining was generally superficial and a little formal, just not sure if I really got a good sense of who he is. Oh yeah, and I don't know if he gets my sense of humor, I tend to like to tease a lot and he didn't seem to pick-up on that... but that will come. I hope.

The good thing is, I definitely need, and want, a second date to find out more. Not sure if I can say I "like" like him yet, but I'm definitely intrigued. And that will have to be good enough for now.

Sexy Inventions...

Beacuse actually wearing your underwear and jeans like this is so uncomfortable...

The End of POF...

Despite my (rather desperate now) need to make-out, I've decided to delete my POF account.

I had to. I just couldn't bear it anymore.

I know I said I would keep you all updated my adventures both online and on potential dates, but the overwhelming majority of guys on there were just too pathetic/perverted/desperate for me to deal with. And I know that sounds harsh but really, I can only handle so many lame lines and sexual propositions. I mean, are these guys serious? Does that really work? Do women really respond to that crap?

Then again, perhaps that is all it takes to woo the type of women on free online dating sites like POF... in which case I should never have signed up in the first place.

Anyway, at least I know I'm not missing out on anything.

Dear Diary....

I have found a downside to being single again.

I can't just make-out anymore.

I have a terrible craving to just kiss someone (!) and in order to do that I now have to get dressed up, go out, find a cute guy, meet him, get drunk, flirt, and get to know him a bit over drinks/lunch date/dog park excursion first.

I miss the days where I could just turn around and have someone there, ready.