December 2011
6 posts
Date on Saturday. It's been a long time.
Back to my roots, I guess.
He seems nice enough. Makes me laugh. Makes INP laugh. We met on my phone and while he’s not at all my normal type for guys, he’s doing something right.
He’s proactive. Within two nights of chatting he’s asked me out on a date. INP gave him her seal of approval when, once I agreed, he asked me what time I’d like to meet. He followed that...
One of the reasons I want to date the drummer so...
INP and I want to watch him and Busan meet for the first time.
I think it’ll be hilarious. We plan on introducing them, and then excusing ourselves to the other side of the bar, so we’re just close enough to hear them but not close enough to interrupt.
We have problems.
In other news, he’s supposed to give me a Christmas gift* soon. Odds of this happening before Christmas?...
Conversation like this are some of the biggest...
We were supposed to have a date maybe this week. I sorta forgot about. I’m planning the school’s Christmas party for the kids, so I hadn’t messaged him all week. He told me that he couldn’t meet this weekend, so when Thursday rolled around and I realized I hadn’t texted and he hadn’t called, I figured it was off.
Seems the boy took himself off to Busan to train...
MIA
So. My cat died. And it sucks. And life sucks. But, the Drummer has been supportive because he has three cats. And, you know, he is just a nice guy. He didn’t try to do that thing where guys try to cheer you up when they don’t know what to say. He handled it perfectly. Anyway that is why I haven’t written lately. Because I still miss my cat.
The Aussie.
There is one man reading this right now, that is probably smiling to himself. To him I say: this post has nothing to do with you. Haha. But, I do owe you thanks, because I def. impressed some men with my infinite cricket knowledge, and that’s entirely to do to you. (That was also a total lie. I never read that packet you sent me. But they did laugh at my cricket = baseball + long jump...
Bartender, the recap.
I don’t know how far into things I explained.
One night, I got drunk, and I asked out Bartender on a date. He said yes. He seemed rather excited about it. This was in October. He said he was busy this month, but that he was free early the next. I said ok.
His birthday came and went.
He told me, one Friday, that the next Wednesday we could have our date. I was rather stoked. He was...