Upcoming Field Trip

Forty-nine and I are still talking, and by "talking" I mean communicating daily via gchat and texts.  I was also lucky enough to see him a few weeks ago as he passed through town after a race.  He came over and we decided to be lazy and just order in, watch a movie, and makeout until he had to catch his flight.  Four hours well spent.

A few days later I mentioned that I was thinking about making a trip to LA because I heard there was at least one cool person there and then asked Forty-nine if it was okay if I visited him (it's one thing for me to see him when he's passing through SF visiting other people or working on his car; it's entirely different for me to plan a trip to LA with the purpose of seeing him).  He said yes!  A few days later I mentioned possible weekends and they all worked for him.  Then last week on gchat he messaged, "I have weird, but unfounded reservations about you coming to visit me in LA.  I'm uncomfortable with it, but I don't know why.  Maybe it's because we haven't spent that much time together and I don't know what will happen.  Maybe it's because I like you and you intrigue me and I don't understand that at all.  But I would still like you to come down to hang out with me. I just wanted to come clean with my feelings right now, even if I don't understand them."

I tried to reassure him that we get along well enough that it would be fine and that the weekend would be an experiment.  He agreed with that and said he felt better after expressing his concerns with me and then offered to buy my plane ticket.  What?!  That was entirely unexpected.  I thanked him, politely declined, and told him he could buy me dinner instead.  Then we chatted about being nervous for the visit.  I told him I don't really get nervous, but that I did think it would be strange to be able to talk face-to-face and asked if it would be weird if I texted him while sitting next to him on the couch.  He said yes (glad I covered that).

Conclusion: As soon as I get my schedule in order, I'll be heading to LA for a weekend soon.  Wow.

My Reality with Guys

My friends have always been entertained with the interactions I have with guys when we are out, which was the inspiration for this blog.  When I had the goal of asking a guy out weekly, those interactions were slightly altered because I then found myself actually paying attention to the men around me.  In reality, without the plan of asking out someone, I don't truly register the person next to me when I start talking.  I'm famous for saying something to a guy who is within earshot and after the conversation is in play realizing that it wasn't my best decision (yet it's always entertaining).

Here are a few examples from the last week:

1. It was my first night back on the dance floor in over two months, and I was dancing up a storm with my friend Lexi.  Two guys were dancing with their friends near us, and I complimented one of their silly dance moves (fact: if you're a guy having fun dancing, you get points with me).  That one comment opened the door to all kinds of ridiculousness. First I asked about the tattoo on his arm and how many others he had; he told us he had eleven and proceeded to show all of his upper body ones while we danced.  Then his friend came up and asked, "Do you girls want a drink? How about a shot? Vodka? We have vodka in our backpack. Baller on a budget! Wanna meet us out front?"  We laughed hysterically, and I told him we were good, "Thanks, but we actually brought our own roofies. Baller on a budget!"  These guys kept coming back to us between their backpack vodka breaks, and every time Lexi or I would exclaim, "Baller on a budget!"  It was a great night.

2. Sara and I had just gotten to a bar for line dancing, and I was standing on the edge of the dance floor trying to find the perfect spot to two-step.  There were two guys near me on the floor but they weren't dancing, so I jokingly told them that they either had to make room for people who wanted to dance or start dancing themselves.  The tall, gangly guy with ridiculously spiked hair took that as an invitation to come woo me.  He gave me at least seven high fives in under four minutes and at the end of that time he got down on his knees to propose to me.  I told him I needed to think about it while I danced away and then avoided him the rest of the night.

3. An hour after the proposal, a guy was standing elbow to elbow with me and I asked if he was going to join in the dancing.  He showed me his one dance move of rotating his beer glass from one hand to  the other, I laughed, and he decided that he needed to be with me the rest of the night.  With his giant hoodie, hipster glasses, and beard he was harmless enough but apparently didn't know about personal space.  If you're going to stand that close to me for more than a minute, you'd better twirl me.  I danced, he followed me, and when "Wagon Wheel" came on I insisted that if he was going to follow me he needed to dance and twirl me around while I sang every word of that song.  The guy had no rhythm, which was helpful when he drunkenly tried to kiss me because his lack of rhythm combined with my twirl timing blocked that from happening.  I shot Sara a look and she came to my rescue and then scolded me about how I'm not allowed to start conversations without observing the person first.

Speed Dating, Round Two

When a Groupon came along for speed dating, four different friends forwarded it to me; I assume that's because I raved about my last speed dating experience so enthusiastically or because my friends are worried that I'm on my way to being a spinster.  Either way I bought the Groupon and had a great time again.  The vibe was very different this time because I wasn't on crutches, and the venue was at a bar with pop music videos being played loudly (the last one was at a chill bistro).  It really was hard for me to concentrate when songs like "Thong Song" were pumping in the background; I don't even like that song but I still found myself dancing in my seat.

I wasn't really wowed with anyone, actually that's not entirely true...I don't remember how one guy and I instantly started a conversation about shivs and shanking, but we did, and that instantly led to the topic of prison sex (All in jest.  I think).  It was impossible to have a normal conversation with him after that.  So he wowed me, but it was the wrong kind of wow. In the end I wrote down the name of two guys and was matched with one of them.  What I remember about this match is that he was an energetic Asian guy and we talked about shadow puppets.

What I took away from the evening is that maybe I should have a stenographer follow me around to monitor my conversations.