… freakin’ kiss me once again!

Sheesh already.

Hookay–so I’m back from date THREE.

Yes, three. More than two–more than one even.

I totally like this guy and I’m really attracted to him. No, he’s not the type I usually find myself liking–but, skip that and move onto the fact that I DO LIKE HIM.

Okay?

Anyway–we’ve finished up date two and we’ve had a very lovely hug.

Three hugs in fact. Reminiscent of the THREE dates we’ve had.

Hugs–hugging–the hugged. I feel all warm and fuzzy over it–now let’s move onto the next level where I find out if you can suck face with the best of them. Because if you can’t, you must GO.

We discussed this tonight in a very matter-of-fact way. He’s a bit physically intimidated by me and he doesn’t want to freak me out. I’ve mentioned the last time I was kissed and it was so God-awful I don’t know if my tongue will ever be in working order again.

But I’m soooo willing to see

So, now we’re at the stage where we’re all like–I totally want to kiss you, but I’m freaked out that you don’t want me to, but I want to, but I don’t want to freak you out with me, because then we’ll just be plain freaked out.

I say, freak me out soon. PLEASE.

Now, I’m not an aggressive girl. No way would I make the first move. Nuh-uh–however, if I tell you to just whale me with one–harpoon me (thanks, Mary, LOL) and harpoon me SOON.

So, here I am. Back from date three and NO KISS.

How many signals do I have to send? Morse code? Smoke? Tom-Toms? Let’s just do it and get it over with so if it’s good we can do it the hell again!

Breathing…

Finding my center…

Waiting to be kissed.

Sigh.

Dakota–the unkissed. LMAO

K–so yesterday I told you I had a date, yes?

I was, in general, panicked–full on freaked OUT and I can’t quite explain why. I just was, okay? LOL

Anyway, sometimes life really does surprise you and it isn’t in the way of divorce papers, a new girlfriend and a bank account you have to close because it costs more to have it, than you have to put into it. LMAO

So, my date.

I mistook him for a stupidhead and I really thought he might have entry THREE in the stupidhead category. However, he goes into the “wow, who knew teachers were such hotties” category.

Ahem…

Soooo, like I said, I was a nervous wreck. I had ten or fifteen mother hens over on our group in babe-ville spend an entire day listening to this author whine, or whinge as Jaynie calls it, freak OUT. obssess, cry, piss and yes, MOAN. I think I do it well, thank you.

I couldn’t peg it–cuz I’m never nervous over meeting a man. I’m almost always comfortable in ANY situation and I can usually illicit a good time in a morgue. It’s just my way.

I’m never worried if a guy will find me attractive because in my mind it’s no big deal. I’m cool with whatever. I also never think about how they may be feeling either.

However, last night was a whole diff ball of wax and my good friend AJ reminded me that this just might be how the dates I’ve tossed felt about me.

God, it SUCKS–and I mean like big, roasting weenies. Tee hee.

I’m not prone to jitters, but I had ‘em. I’m never in the mirror for more than a half an hour–done–finito. Yet last night, I was in there for TWO FRICKEN’ HOURS!

TWO. Jesus.

I primped, I primped some more and then, I primped again because a girl can never primp too much. UGH. I want to look cute, enticing, FAN-FREAKIN’-TASTIC, dammit and I don’t care how I do it. I don’t know why it’s so important that I do–I just do. So there.

I want this guy to like me–even if he did piss me off and even if he’s not my likely suspect. I don’t care. I want him to want me and I want him to want me BAD–so I can say well, good on you, but I don’t want ya back and discard him like I have my other dates.

Shoo-shoo and all.

Yeah, right.

So, feeling not so pretty–I head out for my date and I do it with shaky legs and a plethora of supportive e-mails from my babies in babe-ville. I have a bazillion offerings in my head from them. Be yourself, have fun–you’re funny, gorgeous, how could he NOT like you.

Well, because I sorta like him and it’s called KARMA. LMAO

So–shaky but in possession of all of my faculties–I meet my date.

Um, wow. This one time stupidhead has me all atwitter from like, “hello”.

He smells so good too. I love cologne on a man–I don’t like it if it chokes me, but I love the scent of a man. Gulp–gulp–gulp.

Off we go to dinner, where we spend many hours hanging out and talking–then we go have coffee–where we spend a couple of more and the more time we spend the more I like him.

This potential stupidhead, who I didn’t think I would like is making places on me sing. Yeah, I said SING.

Whatever.

So as the night wore on, I find myself smiling–giggling like a stupid girl–twirling my HAIR.

Sigh…I’ve not felt that way in a LONG time–over anyone.

So this guy, who is totally not my type and in the begininng I’d pegged for a stupidhead, is now the object of much admiration from this girl, among other things that I refuse to reveal because I don’t want written proof. LMAO

Ya just never know about a stupidhead who isn’t really a supidhead, now do ya?

LOL

Dakota