Prospects and an Oh-My-Gawd Moment

Because I have some people requesting that my posts be more about boys and less about my life, here is the latest.

I am currently pursuing three men of the online variety:

1. A meteorologist
2. An Air Force Academy graduate turned mechanical engineer
3. A lawyer

Losers, I tell you. LOSERS! (Sarcasm, sarcasm.)

More exciting news, however, about the in-person prospects. (And no, the waiter did not call. I know you are are devistated. I personally am okay with it.)

Last week, my coworkers interviewed a couple of interns and hired them for some part-time help around the office. One of them started yesterday. The other started today.

And the one who started today is a freakin' hottie. Like the he-makes-me-nervous-and-sweaty-to-be-around-him type of hottie.

Now before you all go crazy on me, this dude is my age. So it's not like I'm robbing any craddles or anything. And he's just my type. Tall, lanky, shy and quiet, intelligent, gets my humor and goes to a private Christian university in town. I realize this could be a conflict of interest with him working for us and everything, but who says a girl can't have fun with someone while she's at work, eh? And my married coworkers made sure to get the scoop on him in the relationship department: single. Woo the eff hoo. No boundries, kids.

The other news is completely out of this world. Like a serious Oh-My-Gawd Moment.

So let's go back about 5 years ago to the love of my life. Let's call him Sam. I broke up with him for absolutely no reason whatsoever, other than the fact that I wanted to spread my wings and see what else was out there. And I'm a complete idiot and a jackass because of it. My family loved him, his family loved me. He was wonderful to me and treated me like a queen. I have always regretted breaking up with him, but I can't look back on the past, right? Although part of my always wondered what he was up to or at the very least some "what ifs?" would creep in. But onward, I always told myself.

This morning at work, I'm checking out Facebook and my friend has posted new pictures. They are of her Bible study, and someone is celebrating a birthday. Pictures of the party are in the album.

Then I look a little closer.

It's Sam. He's in her Bible study.

Not to sound weird, but I have done Google searches for this dude, just out of curiousity to find out what happened to him after graduation. Nothing would ever come up. And for him to turn up in her Bible study? I was beyond disbelief.

I called her immediately. "Is this Sam in your Bible study?" I ask.

"Yeah, he's a sweetheart. Why? Do you know him?" I told her the background info.

"That is the craziest thing ever. You so need to get a hold of him. Maybe you could reconect or even catch up or something? Oh let me do some name dropping next time I see him!"

Could a second chance with a love of my life be worth it?

Destination: Beantown and The Big Apple (For the first time ever!)

I am just about to burst with excitement.

Last May, after graduating from Oklahoma State, my college buddy moved up to Boston to take a job with a Web design company. He left with just about nothing but his clothes on his back, so it's been an adventure to say the least. But he loves living up there, and I've never been to anywhere in the northeast before, so I love hearing about his latest escapades.

Monday night, he and I are chatting, and he mentions that our Cowboy basketball team is playing Syracuse in the Jimmy V Classic in Madison Square Garden in December. This is exciting news, not only because I hadn't seen an Oklahoma State schedule yet, but also because I love a good match up for our boys.

"Do you want to go with me to it?" he asks. This coming from the guy who would camp out before the games just to get student seats on the floor. And he's saying this to a girl who never missed a game and had season tickets every year she was in school.

"Don't you joke about that with me," I said. "Because I would so be there."

"I'm serious," he said. "Come up here and I'll show you around Boston. We'll take in New York City the couple of days before the game."

Kt4*PW!!^&MKo#%!!!

Ahem. Okay. So. Lemme recap. I am:

1. Going to see Boston for the first time ever;
2. Going to see New York City for the first time ever;
3. Going to see my Cowboys play in Madison Square Garden; and
4. Going to visit my good friend.

I think I am seriously going to pee my pants.

The Waiter

Friday night, I rounded up two of my girlfriends for a night of fun and boozin'. After a long week full of overtime at work and a packed schedule with my civic engagement activities (more on that next time), I certainly needed it.

We had every intention of heading to the bars, when I suggested this place. A live band, some fabulously rich and fruity drinks and some delish food, my girls said "why not?" and we headed that way.

There were surprisingly quite a few people still there at 10:30. We grabbed a tall table near the band and glanced at the drink menu.

"Their signature drink is the best," my friend L said. "And it comes with this little sour gummy thing shaped as a cheeseburger!" We laughed. We also decided on some sweet potato chips to accompany our already calorie-laden evening.

The waiter came over to help us. "What'll it be, ladies?" he asked. And we ordered.

While he was gone, we yelled out our requests to the band, who proceeded to play whatever it was we wanted. As the waiter set down our potato chips and cute fruity drinks, we caught up on our latest escapades.

Both girls being attached -- L to a new love interest and the other, M, to a guy who will marry her after he gets back from in basic training for the army in December -- they gushed about their significant others. I laughed and enjoyed the stories. "And what's your love life like these days, Sandra Dee?" the asked.

"Non-existant," I replied, laughing. "But that's okay. I'm kindof liking it that way. I have so much more time to devote to other things, like you guys!" They laughed.

The waitor asked if we wanted another round. I requested my favorite: Boulevard Wheat with extra lemon, and M ordered some shots for us all. He came back, not only with my beer, but with triple shots for us all.

"What's this?" we asked. "We didn't order triples!"

"The extra is on the house," he said with a grin. I laughed and said "Welp, bottom's up ladies!" and chugged it down. We asked for another round of beer. "Coming right up," he said as he took off toward the kitchen.

By this time, we were just about his only table left. We commented on the cute little gummy burgers that were leftover from our fruity drinks. "They're soooo goooood," I cooed.

"Hang on," he said.

He came back with handfuls of gummy burgers, some sunglasses, and a pig made out of a lemon that he'd made for us. How cute.

We offered him some potato chips, and noticed they were all gone. "Be right back," he said, and he came back with some in a to-go box. All at no charge. "They make a great late-night snack," he said. I laughed.

The band starts playing American Girl, and I'm just drunk enough to enjoy the band's slightly off-key song. I'm singing and swaying even after the music is over, and they tell us it's closing time.

We request our tabs. I throw down a $20 bill, and remember that's all the cash I have on me. So I put it back in my wallet and pull out my debit card.

The waiter gathers up all our money. "I'll be right back," he says. He brings back our tickets, and drops mine in front of me. I sign it, giving him a really good tip.

Then he says something. I don't hear him. I just look up at him and smile.

As he walks off with the signed copy of the ticket, M says "Did you give it to him?"

"Give what to him?" I say.

"Did you give him your phone number?" M says again.

"Oh gosh, no! How embarrassing! He'd probably never call anyway," I laugh.

"Sandra Dee! He asked for it!" L said.

I probably looked like someone splashed cold water on my face. "He did not!" I said, shocked.

"He did too!" M said. "As you were signing your check, he said 'Be sure and put your phone number on there while you're at it!"

"Oh gosh." I was so embarrassed. "Well, I don't have a pen." Both girls reached in their purses and pulled out the necessities, one with pen and the other with paper. Like from a movie, kids.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," I said, scratching out my name and 10 digits. I set it next to my place setting, and we get up and walk towards the door.

M turns around. "We had fun! Thanks!" she said to the waiter. He waved.

"And make sure we didn't leave anything on the table, will you?" M added.

I'm still blushing.

Choose Your Own Adventure!

I'm going to have some fun with this one, and I want you all in on it.

Thursday night, I receive an e-mail from an online prospect:

"Just wanted to say hello and comment on your beautiful smile! From reading your profile you seem very intelligent, humorous, and caring, all of which are important. I would like to know more about you. You may reach me via e-mail at [personal e-mail address]. I look forward to hearing back from you soon!"

Checked out his profile. He was cute and had a lot of things goin' for him, so I wrote him. And today he wrote back.

Now. Here's where it gets good.

I always do a little Google search for guys' personal e-mail addresses, if they give them to me. This is just to ensure that there's nothing out there about them that might mean danger.

And his profile on this came up. He's soliciting sex on another Web site. Awesome. Quite the class act.

So! It's time to have some fun with this! This is wayyy too good just to ignore him and not write him back. But I need suggestions for what to say in my e-mail back to him!

It's time to choose your own adventure!

Do you have any ideas, readers?

*EDIT*

Call me a goodie-two-shoes here, readers, but if this dude's out there looking for some casual sex, he's probably not the type of guy I'm interested in anyway. I am not all about the hit-it-and-quit-it types. I realize I'm making asumptions about him by saying this, but when I am already having my doubts about him going in, why even bother? That's all I'm saying.

And there's no harm in having a bit of fun in the process of blowing him off. :)

Still looking for more imput, guys!

I just coughed up my right lung.

I hate being sick.

But even worse that that? I hate going to the doctor.

With a board meeting this morning at work, I knew I had to make myself go to the office. So I forced myself out of bed and and into the shower.

And it was pretty much downhill from there. I hacked and coughed all the way to work. And I could hardly get through my board report, doing nothing more than hacking up mucus, drawing attention to the fact that I felt like crap. And when I wasn't talking, I was sneezing and blowing my nose.

Then, with things going so well and all in the board room, I decided it would be a good idea to go out to eat with everyone afterwards. And there I proceeded to cough and hack some more while everyone at the table looked at me like "Don't you dare get me sick."

Back at the office, my boss told me to take the afternoon off. "You'll feel so much better after you take a nap and just rest."

So I got in my car, and went to the mall.

I'm kidding. But I really wanted to. Instead, I decided it was time to go to the doctor. Gah. Did I mention I hat the doctor?

But it really wasn't so bad, especially since he gave me some kick ass drugs.

So I filled the presciptions, got some sick-people food at the grocery store, headed home, took my drugs, and had a wonderful nap.

After which, I proceeded to cough up my right lung.

I hope these kick ass drugs kick in soon.

Isn't the single life fun?

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Exciting stories, people. Gather 'round. I've got a few date prospects in my midst.

Thursday night, I had plans to get together with my new lunch group friends from church. We were going to a country and bluegrass music concert at the local outdoor museum, and I was pumped.

Why?

Okay, okay, okay readers. You've drug it out of me. Remember the guy that I said I just couldn't stop thinking about? I met him in this group.

And I was pretty certain he would be there on Thursday. So I found my best lookin' outfit, did my hair and makeup all cute, and was off for food and fellowship at the concert.

THE story of my LIFE. He wasn't even THERE. Why didn't I just give him my card when I saw him the first time?! I'm such a dork! Hrumph. Whatever. I decided to make the most of my cute outfit and good mood, and just enjoy everyone's company instead. Who needs cute boys?

The next thing I know, here comes an adorable guy -- and he sits down next to me. He's dressed in typical Western attire -- a cowboy hat, Wrangler jeans, and cowboy boots -- and even has a thick southern accent to add to it.

Hellllooooooooo, new friend. Yummy.

He introduced himself. He was in construction management for a while, but now he's a realtor.

I bet he asked me about 50 questions all evening. Does that mean he was into me or just an inquisitive dude? Who knows. All I know is that I was enjoying his company.

At one point, we all gathered together for a picture, and everyone had to move their chairs together to squeeze in. He pushed his around closer to me, the girl snapped the picture, and everyone moved their chairs back to their original positions after the picture was taken -- except this guy. Let's just say that if I hadn't thought he was such a cutie, he would have most definitely been in my personal bubble. And he sat that way for the rest of the evening.

At another point, I was kidding around with him, and he playfully hit me. Twice.

I am so dense about this kind of thing, so maybe this encounter was nothing and I'm reading too much into it. But let's just say this: I'll be excited to get to know more about him.

Isn't the single life fun?

Missed My Chance

Do you ever come into a situation where you know you should have taken advantage of something, but you never did, and now you are regretting it?

Yeah. Me too.

Geez, I'm a dork.

Why didn't I just give him my card?! Why do I always have to be so old fashioned and nervous about that kind of thing?!