Yep, I met yet another guy from that damn website. I keep trying to give guys a chance...I really want to have hope...But they just keep disappointing. I could go on and on about the guys that have messaged me there...but I think I'll save that for it's own post. For now, we'll just focus on the one I went to dinner with last week.
He messaged me through the website and I checked out his profile, as always, before responding. Nothing jumped out at me screaming "NO! DON"T TALK TO THIS ONE!" I did notice that he was younger then I generally like to talk to (22) and he was definitely shorter then I usually like...but I'm trying to stay open minded so I replied. He seemed like a nice, normal guy in our conversation and unlike so many others, he wasted no time in asking for an actual date. I gave him my number so we could make a plan. That was apparently my second mistake.
We decided to go to dinner one night after I got off work. He lives in Vancouver so I agreed to meet him at a restaurant there. I don't know why I did that, since I hate Vancouver so much...but whatever.
I knew early on that things were going to be difficult with this one. He texted me every single day starting the day he got my number. The way he worded things led me to believe that he was at least slightly insecure with girls and a bit inexperienced with dating and adulthood as a whole. If I didn't respond to him in a timely manner, he would send me a duplicate message. Sometimes 2. Then he would ask if I was busy. There were a lot of "..."s and "I guess"'s. He spent a weekend at his parents, and I know this because he let me know before he was leaving that he doesn't get service there so he wanted to make sure I wasn't going to worry if I didn't hear from him. When he got back from his parents he let me know he was back in town and I could text him if I wanted to and then asked if I like chicken (doesn't everyone in at least one form or another?) and sausage. When I replied, he said something like maybe some day he can bring me some fresh chicken and sausage from his parents farm. We hadn't even met at this point, please keep in mind. He continually asked if we were still on for our date, and I continually thought about backing out.
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Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
B-day bowling and ticket theiving
For G's b-day lil K invited us to join them at Big Al's in Beaverton. I offered to drive A and R and we picked L up on the way. I used my phones nifty navigation feature to get directions and started our journey. It was seriously a journey. I lived in Tigard once upon a time. I still had absolutely no idea where we were when we finally got there, even though it was only a few miles from the street I lived off of.
It was a fun almost hour long drive. Filled with critique of my driving, in car dance parties, reminiscing about sunburns, and wondering if we were really ever going to make it. The place was humongous, and tries to blind you on your way in with lights that shine straight up from the ground right in front of the gigantic door.
We tried to find G and lil K but had no luck even though we walked all the way to the end lanes. We ran into G on our way back to the front and he is really excited to see us. He says something about how his license expired the day before, so they won't serve him alcohol and now he has to get drunk in the car. Clearly, it's working, based on his sideways smirk, slightly slurred words and massive amounts of drunk love. Then he tells us to get some shoes so we can join the bowling fun and runs off to find the bathroom before his bladder goes on strike.
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It was a fun almost hour long drive. Filled with critique of my driving, in car dance parties, reminiscing about sunburns, and wondering if we were really ever going to make it. The place was humongous, and tries to blind you on your way in with lights that shine straight up from the ground right in front of the gigantic door.
We tried to find G and lil K but had no luck even though we walked all the way to the end lanes. We ran into G on our way back to the front and he is really excited to see us. He says something about how his license expired the day before, so they won't serve him alcohol and now he has to get drunk in the car. Clearly, it's working, based on his sideways smirk, slightly slurred words and massive amounts of drunk love. Then he tells us to get some shoes so we can join the bowling fun and runs off to find the bathroom before his bladder goes on strike.
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Monday, April 18, 2011
Sunday drive (with pics!)
I had every intention of getting up and working out Sunday morning. Not like I had an alarm set of anything. I just told myself, when you wake up Kay, work out and shower. Don't just go right back to sleep.
I went right back to sleep anyway. No workout. Whatever. I walked miles and miles the day before and my legs were super stiff anyway. I think I deserved a little extra rest.
I finally woke up because my phone kept notifying me of new messages. One of them was from mom asking if we were going to go to lunch. Clearly, I wasn't doing anything else so I threw my hair up and put on some clothes that still fit and headed out the door.
Of course, her ultimate plan is to go pick up a piece of furniture from someone on craigslist. This woman seriously has some love for furniture. Chairs especially...but we were picking up some kind of cabinet night stand thingamajigger. That's the technical term just in case you're wondering.
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I went right back to sleep anyway. No workout. Whatever. I walked miles and miles the day before and my legs were super stiff anyway. I think I deserved a little extra rest.
I finally woke up because my phone kept notifying me of new messages. One of them was from mom asking if we were going to go to lunch. Clearly, I wasn't doing anything else so I threw my hair up and put on some clothes that still fit and headed out the door.
Of course, her ultimate plan is to go pick up a piece of furniture from someone on craigslist. This woman seriously has some love for furniture. Chairs especially...but we were picking up some kind of cabinet night stand thingamajigger. That's the technical term just in case you're wondering.
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Friday, April 15, 2011
Walk for a cause and a date
Somehow, A talked me into doing the MS walk with her Saturday morning. She had been talked into it by her coworkers and got R and I to go along with her. I meet R and A at their house, and R made us some fresh, home made egg mcmuffins. They always cook for me. I'm basically their adopted second 5 year old.
Now, before I continue, I'll remind you that I was out late driving my designated drive-ees around and the MS walk was early in the morning so I was very, very tired. I was so tired, that when I went pee before we left the house, I noticed that I was wearing my underwear backwards. Tag in front. That's not even the best part. Instead of fixing the issue, I just got up. In my defense, this particular pair is shaped the same in the front and back.
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Now, before I continue, I'll remind you that I was out late driving my designated drive-ees around and the MS walk was early in the morning so I was very, very tired. I was so tired, that when I went pee before we left the house, I noticed that I was wearing my underwear backwards. Tag in front. That's not even the best part. Instead of fixing the issue, I just got up. In my defense, this particular pair is shaped the same in the front and back.
Click through to read about things that don't involve my underwear!
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Ladies night
K and L's cousin M came in to town for the weekend and since she lives in a small town she wanted to have a good old girls night out. Of course I was in. As soon as I knew what day they wanted to go out I put it in my calendar. You know this girl loves to go out.
Click through to read about our night!
Click through to read about our night!
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Online Dating...some more
Yes, I still have and access the dating profile that K set up for me. I no longer have any kind of hope for finding anyone decent on there at all (not that I ever really had much hope of that) but still check in on my inbox there from time to time, just to see what's there. I've had many interesting conversations with boys on that site. And they are all ridiculous.
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click through to get more juicy details!
Monday, April 11, 2011
B-day Slumber Party for K
K decided to go with a classic girls slumber party for her b-day this year. We held it at my house so no one would have to kick their man out of their own home. The advantages of singledom.
K came over first, since it was her party and all. We set snacks up and put on our pjs. Slumber parties require pjs after all.
A was one of the first to arrive and since I knew what at least part of her present to K was, I insisted K open it right away. The bag had started to fall apart when A brought it in so K had to set it on the floor so everything didn't fall out. The first thing she pulled out was a shirt. This is the part I was excited about. A made a tee shirt for K with a picture of Four Loko and a pointing finger with the words "Too loko for you!". Which is hysterical to us because whenever K drinks her beloved Four Loko so screams that at all of us. "I'm too loko for yoooooooou!" she yells at us when we try to convince her whatever drunk thing she's doing isn't a good idea. The shirt was amazing. But there was still more to discover! K reached into the bag and pulled out a frame. A says that's the correct next piece in the present to open (presents that have steps are usually awesome). It was a framed recipe for HOME MADE FOUR LOKO! Say what? K reached into the bag and found that what was left in there were all the ingredients to make four loko at home.
We got started right away. We set the recipe up in an easy to view spot on the counter and got all the ingredients out. I slipped my apron on, because I was ordered to do so. We had trouble at first figuring out what we were going to mix it all up in, but lucky for us my dear friend S had brought me a present recently that included a nice size pitcher, which was perfect for our project. Thanks S for saving the day without even knowing it!
We mixed the ingredients like mad scientists, cackling the entire time. We realized that a couple of the ingredients needed time to dissolve in the liquid (jolly ranchers take forever to dissolve btw) and used that time for a break. L and Am had arrived and we were ready to get our girly on.
L brought It's Complicated for us to watch and I busted out my nail polish basket. Sadly, the nail painting queen had to leave before we could get her to teach us her skills. We have some chips and dip. L drank some wine and the girls tried the home made four loko. Which apparently tastes just like the real thing. Good thing too, because we had a whole giant pitcher of it for them to drink.
L had apparently drank a little too much wine because when I looked at her at one point during the movie she had her hair up in a ponytail at the very top of her forhead. I told her it looked like a fluffy horn.
"I'm a fluffy rhino!"
Someone take the wine away...
Now seems like a good time for face masks. Everyone puts their hair up (except L who just had to reposition her hair horn) and starts putting the clay mask on their face. I love face masks so I'm excited. Until I find out I'm the only one who doesn't have a clay mask. Mine is clear. And so super cold when it touches my face. It's decided that it looks like I'm rubbing whale sperm on my face. All slimy and nasty. Ew.
Who cares. It left my face so silky smooth!
"Is it supposed to burn?" All of our faces had a slight burning sensation at first and for a second I thought we might have to hose off in the back yard. I don't want whale sperm all over my house after all. But the tingling subsided and while everyone else's faces dried and cracked, mine stayed gooey. Remind me not to use that kind of mask again...
Eventually the girls started making their beds around the living room and passing out one by one. I almost fell asleep in the recliner and contemplated bring my blankie out into the living room to join the now slumbering party on the floor...but decided to sleep in my own bed. Maybe I'm a spoil-sport...but I don't care. I was a comfy spoil-sport.
K came over first, since it was her party and all. We set snacks up and put on our pjs. Slumber parties require pjs after all.
A was one of the first to arrive and since I knew what at least part of her present to K was, I insisted K open it right away. The bag had started to fall apart when A brought it in so K had to set it on the floor so everything didn't fall out. The first thing she pulled out was a shirt. This is the part I was excited about. A made a tee shirt for K with a picture of Four Loko and a pointing finger with the words "Too loko for you!". Which is hysterical to us because whenever K drinks her beloved Four Loko so screams that at all of us. "I'm too loko for yoooooooou!" she yells at us when we try to convince her whatever drunk thing she's doing isn't a good idea. The shirt was amazing. But there was still more to discover! K reached into the bag and pulled out a frame. A says that's the correct next piece in the present to open (presents that have steps are usually awesome). It was a framed recipe for HOME MADE FOUR LOKO! Say what? K reached into the bag and found that what was left in there were all the ingredients to make four loko at home.
We got started right away. We set the recipe up in an easy to view spot on the counter and got all the ingredients out. I slipped my apron on, because I was ordered to do so. We had trouble at first figuring out what we were going to mix it all up in, but lucky for us my dear friend S had brought me a present recently that included a nice size pitcher, which was perfect for our project. Thanks S for saving the day without even knowing it!
We mixed the ingredients like mad scientists, cackling the entire time. We realized that a couple of the ingredients needed time to dissolve in the liquid (jolly ranchers take forever to dissolve btw) and used that time for a break. L and Am had arrived and we were ready to get our girly on.
L brought It's Complicated for us to watch and I busted out my nail polish basket. Sadly, the nail painting queen had to leave before we could get her to teach us her skills. We have some chips and dip. L drank some wine and the girls tried the home made four loko. Which apparently tastes just like the real thing. Good thing too, because we had a whole giant pitcher of it for them to drink.
L had apparently drank a little too much wine because when I looked at her at one point during the movie she had her hair up in a ponytail at the very top of her forhead. I told her it looked like a fluffy horn.
"I'm a fluffy rhino!"
Someone take the wine away...
Now seems like a good time for face masks. Everyone puts their hair up (except L who just had to reposition her hair horn) and starts putting the clay mask on their face. I love face masks so I'm excited. Until I find out I'm the only one who doesn't have a clay mask. Mine is clear. And so super cold when it touches my face. It's decided that it looks like I'm rubbing whale sperm on my face. All slimy and nasty. Ew.
Who cares. It left my face so silky smooth!
"Is it supposed to burn?" All of our faces had a slight burning sensation at first and for a second I thought we might have to hose off in the back yard. I don't want whale sperm all over my house after all. But the tingling subsided and while everyone else's faces dried and cracked, mine stayed gooey. Remind me not to use that kind of mask again...
Eventually the girls started making their beds around the living room and passing out one by one. I almost fell asleep in the recliner and contemplated bring my blankie out into the living room to join the now slumbering party on the floor...but decided to sleep in my own bed. Maybe I'm a spoil-sport...but I don't care. I was a comfy spoil-sport.
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