Date with Flight

Last night was my date with Flight. We met at PF Changs, which I love. He lives about an hour away from here, and was flying out this morning at 6am, so he wanted to meet sort of early-ish. We met at 6pm and sat in the bar for a while. He seemed sort of nervous, probably because he's new to this whole online dating thing...I, of course, am an old pro, so I don't really get nervous anymore. After a few minutes we moved to the dining area and proceeded with dinner. Conversation was pretty good and not awkward or anything. We shared two dishes, although of course I had him order his choice, the Moo Shu chicken, without mushrooms. A few glasses of wine later we were finally leaving the restaurant at 8:30pm. Unlike my previous 2.5 hour date with Frat, however, I was actually enjoying myself and bummed that it had to end...darn early morning flights. Unfortunately I won't see him for a while because he is going out of town for a week for work, and then is on vacation for two weeks.

On a completely unrelated note, I am watching Bridezillas as I'm typing. A large, black bride, who ordered her dress three months ago, can no longer fit in it...as in it doesn't zip at all. What does she do? Heads to the all you can eat chinese buffet. Nice.

Tempting, but no

I am receiving a lot of random myspace messages since switching my status to single...here is one gem I got from someone names "Stevo." Oh, and his profile says he's 17:

"we should have sex"

Yep, that's it.

And finally, a date!

After much too long of a hiatus, I'm back in the game! That's right, this dating blog is actually returning to its intended purpose...not that the chronicle of idiots wasn't entertaining. I have a date this Saturday with Flight, the Navy officer I mentioned in a previous post. We've chatted online a bit and he seems like a very nice guy, not too mention he is pretty darn cute as well. He lives about an hour away but is making the trek. We are going to PF Changs (which I love), so at the very least I'll have a yummy dinner :)

Doomed to Singlehood

I fully expected to be all better and back to going on actual dates by now, but my lungs had other plans. As it turns out, I am actually getting worse rather than better, so it will be another couple weeks before I have blogs that are interesting. Sorry!

Just to update you on a few things:
I am still emailing back and forth with Slot on a daily basis, he seems like a pretty cool guy who would be fun to hang out with.

I have started "talking" to a new guy from match. He is a Navy officer at a base about an hour from here (yes, I apparently attract the military guys, which is okay with me). I'll call him Flight, because he's a flight instructor. We have only emailed back and forth a few times, but it seems like it could be promising. As always, I'll keep you posted.

Well, it's about time for me to take some drugs and go to sleep...ahhh, my new routine...

And again...

First of all, let me start by apologizing for turning this blog into more of a chronicle of idiots than an actual dating journal, but until I'm better, this will have to do. I would also like to say that pneumonia is an excellent diet, I've lost about 6 lbs in a week, enough so someone at work actually noticed. I'm sure it's not the healthiest looking weight loss (not that dark circles around the eyes aren't attractive, I mean look at Kate Moss), but seeing how my 10 year high school reunion is on Saturday, I'll take what I can get.

And now, for the suitor of the day...this guy sent me one email. One. And this is an excerpt from it:

"I also enjoy running 2 miles M-F before work and then doing some pushups and situps. Love the getting the blood pumping in the morning. I am easy going, love to socialize and have fun. I love sex and am a very sexual person."

Um, excuse me? I mean, at least buy me dinner before telling me that you are an a-hole!

Is this guy for real?

I woke up to this email from match:

"Subject: You have a very beautiful picture.

i am a 46 year old guy i have a nice house and truck i am support manager for a retail store. looking for a good girl that will work and help pay bill and that likes to have fun."

Please tell me this guy is joking! Please?

Oh so hot...

So all of the winners are email me from match. I just got an email from a guy whose screen name is RenoMiniCooper. He mentions in his profile how much he loves his Mini and that its name is Rico. I'm sorry, but unless you're a 16 year old girl, naming your car is sort of gay. Not to mention that the car in question is a Mini. So no, I don't think I will be emailing him back.

Taking a break

In my previous post, I mentioned I was having some medical problems and parts might have to be taken out. Come to find out I have pneumonia...so it looks like I won't be dating any time soon. I am still emailing Slot on a regular basis, and we will probably go out once I'm better. I did get another wink from the 61 year old who describes himself as a "great lover," so that's encouraging.

And I'm back in the game...

Yesterday, I received and email from Slot, asking how my weekend went. I waited until today to reply. He wrote back and, in a way that is oh-so-him, asked me out...it went something like this:

"I don't know what you have in the pipeline over the next couple weeks, but maybe we can meet up? I have no expectations, but sometimes it's nice to just meet a new face."

Does this guy think he's the coolest person ever? According to a coworker, he'll probably show up with flowers and insist they mean nothing...haha...

Unfortunately, I am having a bid of a medical problem and may be getting parts of me removed over the next few days, so I might have to wait to schedule something.

Aww, you sexy cougar...

I got the best compliment yesterday...at my friend's engagement party, I was told that I was "very sexy." Yep, that's me. Unfortunately, the person who told me this was my friend's 80-something year old grandma. Oh, and she has a heavy German accent (even though she's lived here for like 50 years...I swear it keeps getting stronger though...), so you have to imagine her saying it with a thick accent. It almost ranked up there when her husband was talking to me and said I was a cougar. I was fairly shocked that he knew what the term "cougar" meant, plus sort of confused, since I thought you had to be over 40 to be eligible for cougar status. After spinning my brain for a few seconds, I realized he was referring to our high school mascot, ie. the E-town Cougars. Ahhh, it's suddenly so clear...