It does get better...doesn't it?

Well as for my life in the love department - things have gone a little sour. I don't know if it's because I'm soo busy with everything else or it's just that my online profile has gotten dusty. It's probably both! I went out with a guy, Mr. BlueEyes, a few weeks ago on a whim. We had only spoken over email very briefly and we exchanged numbers. I got a txt from him and I agreed to meet him at a bar late on Monday night.. super random.. I had alot of fun with this stranger who stole me in the middle of the night. He confessed that night that he had a 13 month old daughter whom he has visitation rights with. Never been married tho. whoa buddy!

I don't know how I meet all the men who all have children! I decided that I would toss my rule of not dating a man because he has children straight out the door. I wanted to give him a chance even with all the strings attached. By the end of the night..and after a few drinks, we were freely talking about ourselves and of course, the conversation led to conversations about sex. He confessed to me that he was a very sexual person and that when he goes home, he really likes to just take his clothes off and walk around the house naked!...

Well..after almost falling off the bar stool from his little tale, he brought us another round of drinks. We talked about work and clearly the conversations just led back to sex.. It always does, doesn't it? A group of people were taking jager shots at the table behind us and one of the girls asked me to take a picture of them. Sure, I said and took her camera. Then, the guys at the table told us that they had two extra shots and that we should take it with them...so of course we did! I was getting a little drunk and it was not a good way to end up at considering I had to drive back home because I wasn't planning on drinking so much. Mr. BlueEyes noticed that I was getting a little woozy and offered for me to stay at his place..Now, I don't know if this was something he was doing out of the kindness of his heart or it was just to get in my pants. Probably the latter. I politely declined his offer and then he said that if I wasn't comfortable with that I could stay in his guest room and not his bed as was his original intention. Um...hello?! Two things. One - I just met you and Two - you just previously confessed to me that you are an asshole. Yup. He said, "I'm an asshole. I have a theory that if you ever meet a nice guy who says he's a nice guy, run in the opposite direction." Excuse me, I'm confused? Are we playing mind games now? Cause if we are, I forfeit. I said no again and then he said that if I wasn't ok to drive, he would set me up with a hotel room for the night. ... aw.. cute. So after trying to get in my pants and getting rejected, he actually did a grand gesture by offering me a night at a hotel - yes, without him. Well done Mr. BlueEyes.

Not all Fireman are all that hot

Gone are the days in college where you met a guy at a party and go home with him. However, not everyone is done with the phase and it continues on. Oh how I wish I wasn't looking for love, but I am. I think I deserve something more than a quick one night stand, but some guys don't think so. Fireman sent me a message on Match.com and I responded with just a quick, "How are ya?" Well I think he took that as an open invitation to try to get into my panties. The conversation started very innocent and it turned sexual pretty quickly. I said I was tired and he responded that he could come over and give me a massage. Um....maybe? Then I mentioned I was going to dinner with friends and he wanted to come, but I said that its not possible because he lives 2 hours away. His response, "yeah i would have to spend the night. Will you let me?" Uh.. I haven't met you dude, wtf? At least Babies was willing to pay for a hotel room for the night if I said yes to meeting him again. Why do men think that by gaining their attention, it's an open invitation for anything. It seems that anything is fair game. No, it's really not.

A perfect day for a wedding..No, not mine.

Oh, it was a warm autumn day and the perfect day for a wedding. My cousin's wedding. I love weddings. The food, the dress, the decorations, the flowers, and of course the happy couple. What I don't like is at the reception, when they call all the single ladies to catch the bouquet, people are always trying to call you out for being single. It's not always a bad thing, but if the last thing you want to do is stand in a crowd of single women who are vying to snatch the bouquet from your hands, then it's not fun. I was a good sport and went onto the dance floor anyway. The bouquet was tossed and it flew over all of our heads. The moment it hit the ground, I felt trampled as all the women rushed to pick it up off the floor and fight for it like it was a huge diamond ring up for grabs. No, thanks. I'll pass. To make matters worse, there was not a single eligible man there. Sure there were men there, but it was a small wedding and almost everyone seemed attached or their partner wasn't at the wedding for various reasons. Oh well, no hot and heavy random-wedding-make-out at this one. Til next time.

Since there were no eligible men there, I decided to take matters into my own hands and meet up with a man-friend down in DC after the wedding. Let's call him Dimples. Oh Dimples! I always thought he was hot, but even in our college years, on a drunken night out, we respected each other too much to be each other's random casual hookup. Oh what I wouldn't give to have this delicious man in my life. He just got out of a long-term relationship and is only looking for casual sex. Too bad. We didn't date in college because then he was looking for just casual sex as well. The she came along and made him a long-term guy but she wasn't his THE ONE. Now, Dimples is back to casual sex. Crap. Do I want casual sex? Well, yes. With him, well no. He is too much of a friend for our friend relationship to go sour. Sex always complicates things in a relationship like that and he is too valuable to risk it...at least for now ;) So off I went, back to my own bed, while Dimples got a late night rendezvous under his bedsheets.