AUTHOR: tbooty DATE: 10/07/2004 11:18:00 AM ----- BODY: i swear there are days lately when i don't even recognize myself. this last week? this has been a daily occurrence. it used to be that if someone asked my friends about me and what i was like they'd get a variation on this: "tani is really cool. she's a loyal friend, a one man woman, faithful, etc, etc." now? i don't know what the hell they'd say. most of it would still be the same, but the whole "one man woman" thing? not so sure what they'd say about that these days. let me 'splain. this last weekend i had 3 dates. now, i'm sure you're thinking, 'well, that's friday, saturday and sunday. no big deal.' WRONG that was 2 dates on saturday nite and then 1 on sunday. 2 dates in the same nite? who the hell does that? apparently i do now. wtf? the first date wasn't really a "date" to be fair. let's call him "microsoft", and that's because he works there, or "MS" for short. i have no data on anything else, so get your minds out of the gutter. (there's only room in this gutter for my mind anyway!) anyway, when MS and i talked on the phone or over email before actually meeting, it was mutually agreed that instead of a "date" it would be more like a "hang out". fine. so we hung out and had food and a drink or two. we wandered over to the barnes & noble and roamed in there for awhile. now, before we even met, i had a good idea that there would be no "sparks" and i was right. because of this prior feeling, i had arranged to possibly meet with "paralegal boy", and he was supposed to call me at around 10-10:30 to see what time i'd be done. i get a message on my phone at 9:48 from PB of "how's your date going". now, you have to remember (and i know that i haven't told you how old pb is yet, so you can't technically "remember") PB is 24. so in the space of about 20 minutes i had like 12 text messages. since i wasn't really on a "date" with MS, i didn't feel badly about meeting up with PB. well PB wanted to meet at the same barnes & noble that i was at, and i'd kinda told MS a small fib (but not really) in telling him that PB was a friend (a new one, like we hadn't met yet) and that he had a crush on me (more infatuation from seeing a photo online, but why split hairs?) so MS knew that i was meeting up with someone else. so MS goes and PB shows up. we have a good time. talk, laugh and generally get to know each other. he's sweet. very very young, but adorable. the night comes to a close and i go home. (alone people. what did i tell you about the space issue in this particular gutter?) SUNDAY~~~ i have a date with SECURITY. (he works for the gates foundation doing security. so sue me for not coming up with something more clever.) we meet at, guess where? barnes & freaking noble. (not the same one, but still. kinda a running theme here.) we go to dinner. we have drinks. we totally flirt. after spilling part of his drink on my arm and lamenting the fact that he didn't "lick it up" to not waste any of his alcohol, he puts his finger in his drink, wipes the drink on the side of my neck, and proceeds to lick it off. (i know. kinda hokey in retrospect, but very cute/sweet at the time.) we go to his place and make out on the couch. and i guess you could say that i had SECURITY all over me. it was fun. he walks me to my car, does the good nite kiss and the "i'll call you later" spiel. MONDAY~~~ thankfully nothing happened on monday, seeing as how since thursday nite i haven't been to bed before 12:30, this is a very good thing. TUESDAY~~~ i have the queensryche concert with river boy. (and here you guys thought RB was out of the picture. ha!) we go to the concert, have a blast. hang out. catch up. i tell him all about my weekend activities and try to get a male point of view on things. meanwhile, after calling SECURITY to find out if we were going to hang out tues afternoon before i picked up RB and leaving a message, i get a call back from SECURITY and a message that he's not feeling well and is going to stay home, but to "call if you get a chance, i guess." wtf? does that mean he wants me to call? does it mean he doesn't? since i TOTALLY SUCK at dating, i of course have to ask all my friends what i should do. i finally decide to call back on wed nite. so i did. and i got voicemail. so i left a message of "hi. got your message. hope you're feeling better. give me a call later. talk to you soon." blah blah blah. and now? i sit here waiting. and wondering if he's gonna call me or not. and how long do i wait for him to call before giving up? you see now why i hate dating?? --------