Date #2 with Sixty

I am giddy this morning. People. I don't get giddy.

Sixty picked me up about 7:45, sporting a very nice, full beard, a stylish pearl snap shirt, and jeans. The guy looked very good. Very rugged. And the fact that he drives a truck - I have a serious thing for guys in trucks - made me all excited.

We ventured to Marble Slab Creamery. And he paid. I know, I know, I know. I'll get the next one. Cups of ice cream in hand, we headed to the mall. Walked around. Joked. Laughed at people. We got on the topic of books, and come to find out that we both like to read. So after the mall, we headed to the Barnes and Noble down the street to look around. That was super fun. Just joking and laughing and being silly.

Back at the car, and he slyly mentioned the Cake song, Stick Shifts and Safety Belts and how he wished he didn't have bucket seats in his truck. Hmmm. I could get used to this kid.

We talked about maybe seeing a movie, but we felt it was kinda late for that, so I invited him over instead. While sitting on the couch together, we flipped between The Daily Show, Leno and Letterman. Right about the time Letterman was reading his Top 10 list, he asked if I wanted to hear his cheesiest pick up line ever. I laughed and said sure.

"Do you know it's the same distance from here" he points to my right shoulder "to here" he points to the right side of my neck "as it is from here" he points to the left side of my neck "to here?" and points to my left shoulder, now with his arm around me. I giggled and pushed him away playfully. This guy is great. I would have loved for that arm to stay around me, but it usually takes me several dates to feel like I'm ready for that. I know. I'm weird. I am really enjoying myself with him.

It got to be about 11:30 and I said it was probably past my bedtime. He laughed and said he didn't want to overstay his welcome, so he hopped up to leave. Being silly, he walked to the door and said "Okay, well, I'll see you around!" and grinned really big. I was being sarcastic and said "Good. Get out." We got a good laugh about that. He asked if he could give me a hug, and I said of course, we pulled away, and I asked coyly, "Are we going to do this again?"

"Um, well, I, uh, I certainly hope so," he studdered. "I mean, I, uh, I'm kinda starting to like ya."

I think I blushed about a thousand shades of red. I don't even remember what I said in response. I think I just giggled, pushed him playfully out the door, and said, "Have a good night."

I am giddy this morning. People. I don't get giddy.

P.S. While I was hanging out with Sixty, GuitarPlayer called - phone was off - so he had to leave a message. We are solidifying plans for Saturday. And my cliffhangers will have to wait. I have a meeting I've got to scoot to.

Miss Spontaneous ...

... I am not. But I am today.

SixtyDollarTab called about 30 minutes ago. He knew it was late notice, but he wanted to know if I'd like to grab some ice cream and watch a movie tonight.

And normally I would be thinking that "watch a movie" translated into "foolin' around," but I don't think this guy is like that.

Praise Jesus.

No pun intended. I crack myself up. Anyway ...

I talked myself into going. I'm not spontaneous, but I guess I could make an exception for this nice man.

Now. What am I going to wear?

P.S. I promise an update on the date tomorrow and to give y'all the skinny on the cliffhangers from the last post.

So it sounds like I'm working.

Because I can't work on a damned thing because our Web site at work is down, I'll update y'all on my life. You know. So it at least sounds like I'm working.

Date with GuitarPlayer. Saturday. Our first time meeting. Very nice. Kinda cute. Loads of personality. Tons in common. We moved things to dinner instead of lunch since I was still out of town at noon, played putt-putt - where he only beat me by two strokes - then headed over to this bar where we met up with some of his friends.

Yes. You heard me right. We met up with some of his friends. On the first date. It's okay. I was cool with it. His friends were fun.

He, on the other hand, was either very very nervous or just didn't feel comfortable with me yet. I didn't feel that spark that you feel when you meet someone. Should I go out with him again? We sure had fun. I dunno. You just can't force chemistry, but I guess another shot is worth a chance. And besides, I'm totally okay with busying myself with him so I'm not too anxious with SixtyDollarTab.

Speaking of Sixty ...

Follow-up plans with SixtyDollarTab. I sent him an e-mail last week after our super date, and I thanked him for the wonderful time. He wrote back and said he'd love to go out again, and wondered if we could go dancing or go to a dinner theatre.

Excuse me?! Who is this guy?! Wowsa. He's working hard. I like that. It's so refreshing to go out with someone who plans the date rather than saying: "Welllllll. I don't care. Whadda you wanna do?" Niiiice.

So he called. And I told him that either dancing or the theatre would be great, but that I wasn't much of a dancer. He laughed and said, "I'm not much of a dancer either, so how about I look up some dancing lessons? That might be fun." He is really winning me over with these creative dates.

Oh. Did I mention last time that he wanted to pray before we ate? I didn't? Well. We did.

All together: "Awwwww."

He'll probably break my heart. It always happens. I'll try to stay optomistic.

Job interview. While I feel it went very well, it's always so hard to tell over the phone. I'm not going to lie: I'm kindof disinterested in the whole thing right now. I know it's my dream job, but maybe I'm not meant to have it right yet. It's been a week and a half since I've heard anything from them, and I'm thinking that's probably not good. If I hear from them about a second phone interview that they said would be the next step, I'll do it, but I don't think I have any intentions of taking the job if it's offered. I dunno. Whatevs.

Stay tuned next time for the following two stories:

1. The Quadruple Eff Bomb Dropper Who Asked Me Out
2. I Didn't Get Paid for My Time At Work Last Week

Sorry about the cliffhanger. I promise both stories are worth it.

Damn. Our web's back up. I have to actually work. Hope I'm getting paid for it. Later, dudes and dudettes.

Super duper date and other lovahhhhs

Okay. I promised you guys an update on my love life. Here goes:

1. Old&Rich: He's the one who cancelled on me. Sent him an e-mail telling him I wasn't interested in rescheduling. Peace out, you crazy kid.

2. RedHeadedCowboy: From the bar. We've texted each other, but I remembered that I really don't have much in common with him. Come on. He's a farmer. I barely know what winter wheat is. I don't think he's for me. He sure was cute.

3. JackRussellChristian: He's from a while back. We've talked on the phone a few times -- only because we lost contact a few months ago and he decided to go all Hail Mary on me and attempt to call again out of the blue. Frankly? He bores me. I need someone peppy and energetic and willing to chase me a little. He is none of those things. Plus he's short. Next!

These next two are verrrrry promising:

4. DoctorHelper: Actually, he's a surgical technician, or at least he's studying to become one. He's tall, Christian, and plays guitar. We spoke on the phone on Sunday (I missed Grey's Anatomy for him! He better be worth it!), and the conversation went very, very, very well. I was pleasantly surprised. He said talking to me was like a breath of fresh air -- that I was so energetic and personable and smart. He couldn't wait to meet me. How nice. We are planning to meet Saturday for lunch, but haven't hammered out anything definite. Keep ya posted.

And meet the newest arrival...dum dum dum...

5. SixtyDollarTab: Super duper pooper date last night. I had absolutely zero expectations for this guy because he just asked me out right off the bat - no phone calls or e-mail pen-palish set up. And he was wonderful. Personable. Smart. Quick-witted. Cute. And....Christian!! And we actually talked about church and God and being saved. Did I mention that he dropped $60 on our dinner? We ate at an adorable French bistro, and he ordered a huge cheese plate for our appetizer and in addition to our delicious dinner -- it was $60! I offered to help pay, looked down at the tab, and gasped. "Oh no!" I said. "Please let me help you pay for this!" He wouldn't hear of it. How nice. Sixty dollars on someone he didn't even know! What a nice guy.

Needless to say, we'll be seeing one another again. It was such a refreshing date!

Gross.

Have a lunch date with Old&Rich this afternoon, and I'm out of clean bras and low rise undies, so I'm doing laundry.

How sad is it that I've been so busy that I haven't been able to do laundry and therefore I'm out of clean undergarments? Anyway...

I'll recap the lunch date with Old&Rich afterwards. (And when I say "old," I mean like 29, and when I say "rich," I mean he makes between $75,000 and $100,000 a year. Holy shit.)

Got my laundry going and moved to the computer to check my e-mail. Ooooh. A message from a new guy! Dave.

Dave's profile says he is 47, which is gross enough in itself, but his gross factor skyrocketed after I read his e-mail:

"You are sexy as hell. Would you be interested in a discreet hookup? Im serious."

Ew. With a side of ew.

::EDIT:: Okay. So here's the deal.

St. Patrick's Day was yesterday, right? I went out with a group of friends, had a great drunken time, but in the back of my mind I'm thinking: "I have this lunch date with Old&Rich."

So I take it easy on the green beer and turn in early - about 11:30 p.m.

I get up early this morning to iron my things and do some laundry. Get showed and dressed. And get a phone call and a message. I didn't answer because I didn't hear it ring.

"Hi Sandra Dee. Just calling to let you know that I'm not going to be able to make it to lunch. My friends and I went out to the bars for St. Patrick's Day last night, and I'm just now getting home. So I'm pretty beat. Maybe I could take a rain check and we could do it again? Sorry. Bye."

He's just now getting home?! At 12:30 in the afternoon?! Are you freakin' kidding me?! I bend over backwards to make sure that I'm home early last night, and you can't do me the courtesy of doing the same? And may I add that he's the one who suggested lunch today - not me.

I'd rather not even reschedule. Am I being too harsh?

Busy, busy, busy!

Sorry about the absence from blogging. I've been rather busy these last few days.

1. Just returned home on Monday from a road trip to Ohio. And no. It was not for a vacation. It was for a friend's wedding. And, in ya'lls sarcastic tones, you might be thinking, "Well I bet that was fun." But lemme tell you what. It was actually fun. Seriously.

I went with three of my girlfriends, and we had a blast. The surprising thing about it was we never fought. I mean, we got a little on each others nerves now and then, but that was it. Even after spending the entire weekend in a tiny hotel room and the rest of the time in the car or at the wedding. It was great. The ride back was less than stellar, seeing as though we got caught in a tornado, some terribly blinding rain, and hail. But we made it safely home. Good times.

2. I applied for a new job a couple of weeks ago. Not because I don't like the one that I'm currently in, but because this is my dream job. Did you guys hear me? I don't think you did. Lemme repeat it.

This. Is. My. Dream. Job.

I had completely forgotten that I had applied for it. That is, until they called me for the interview today. I will be interviewing via phone with the director on Friday. Pray for me. Because I think I'm probably going to be so nervous that I'll pee all over myself.

Okay. Well. Not really. But I might.

3. New boys entering the picture, whom will blog about later, when I have more time:

• Old&Rich
• DoctorHelper
• RedHeadedCowboy (Good as I can do for a name.)
• JackRussellChristian (Remember him? Well, we lost contact - missed phone calls - etc. - but his "hail Mary" attempt at wanting to reconnect had me wondering....)

That about sums up my busy life. Please excuse my mess. Watch your step.

Well it wouldn't be for GOOD...

My friend AP and I had the following conversation last night about how I had given up on men:

Sandra Dee: Maybe I'll just join a convent. Become a nun.

AP: DO IT!

Sandra Dee: Sister Sandy. That has a nice ring to it.

AP: You'd be so sexually starved you'd go crazy. It'd suck after six months.

Sandra Dee: I could be a temp.

Where the hell are all the bars?!

This weekend, I think I got an invitation to be initiated into a gang.

As you may or may not have known, I traveled down to Dallas this weekend on business. It was exhausting. AP and J - some friends from Fort Worth - traveled over to the Cheesecake Factory to eat dinner with me. The cheesecake was divine. The meal was just so-so.

But my company was super. We were having so much fun that we decided to run back to my hotel and ask them where the nightlife areas were downtown. She told us Deep Ellum was our best bet.

We found the area and cruised around. Then, before we knew it, some friendly boyz in da hood were cordially inviting us to be members of their local gang.

We were honored. I mean, it was so unexpected! I had my acceptance speech all prepared and everything. But alas. Unfortunately, we had to politely decline, claiming we didn't have enough tats. We were afraid we just wouldn't fit in.

Oh okay. So none of that happened. In fact, we never even got out of the car. It was awwwwfully sketchy looking down there. Eek.

After driving aimlessly around downtown Dallas looking for something - anything - to do, quiet J lets out a "WHERE THE HELL ARE ALL THE BARS DOWN HERE?!" We died laughing. All this for a stinkin' beer.

Well. At least we didn't get shot.

No more limbo.

Welp, he called.

And I was in the shower. I hate when guys call me when I'm in the shower. Because when I call them back, I can't very well say, "Oh sorry. I was in the shower when you called," because we alllll know what mental image that's going to give 'em. And frankly - ahem - I don't want them thinking about that.

So anyway, I listened to his message. "Hiiiii Saaaaandra Deeeeeeee," he said in his southern Oklahoma accent. "Thiiis iiis" oh dammit, he needs a name - I'll let you guys decide. "I just wanted to say heyyy. Gimmeee a hollerrrr back. I'll taaaalk to ya laaaaaterrrr."

I just had to laugh. Now I've heard some fun accents, but this one's pretty good.

Or should I say puuurrrrrrdy good. Heh. I crack myself up.

I called him back about an hour later since I was rather preoccupied with the American Idol results. (How excited am I about Brenna getting cut?! What a drama queen. I hated her. And she just seemed so hard to get along with. Sorry. I digress, yet again. Why do I always DO that?!...)

This guy is super nice. I mean super duper nice. Shy, quiet, unassuming, modest. The kind to take home to meet your parents. I poked fun at him for his accent - he said something about having the "derrrrrnedest luuuck" - and he took it well.

The conversation was good, too. Has a younger sister. Raised Methodist. From southwestern Oklahoma. Graduated high school with 13 people. His family has a farm - grows wheat, hay, alfalfa, cotton and a few other things on their land. He works full time for the university's ag program, but is taking six hours in graduate school.

We chit-chatted back and forth, but it was getting late - about 9:30 - and at Oklahoma State, Thursday night is the night to party on campus. So I decided to let him go. I said I hoped we got to talk again soon.

And if we do talk again, I'd be puuurrrrrrdy excited.

Who does this?

These are the kind of people I work with.

They talk about everything and everybody and act as though they are so much better than anyone else. They talk badly about others and criticize their work. They gossip about everything under the sun and point and laugh at the misfortunate.

And yesterday they started doing it with me.

I never dreamed that my - well, on the surface anyway - nice coworkers would ever begin doing these horrible things to me, but they have. How could I piss anyone off so much that they feel the need to talk about me behind my back? And I'm not talking about high school students here. I'm talking about co-workers who are twice my age. Old enough to be past that, don't you think?

Whispering in their offices next to mine about some mistake I made. I don't mind them pointing out the mistake to me. In fact, I welcome that. But instead they've decided to be cowardly and discuss the situation with each other instead of the party that needs to know about it. Me.

And don't think it's just all in my head and its just my lack of self-confidence at work reading into things. I know they were speaking to one another about me because I walked in on them doing so. Hunkered over the computer, whispering my name, and laughing. And when I walked in, they looked at me with mouths open, like I'd splashed water in their faces.

I told them what I needed to tell them - work related - and went back to my office as fast as I could - because I thought I was going to start crying. At work. How incredibly unprofessional.

I don't have to take that. I love my job too much to let this get to me. So I'm pushing through. And somehow I thought blogging would help me do so.

I hope I don't start crying today just thinking about it.

Sigh. So thank you. Please leave me nice comments to help me feel better.