Can't get this Jay-Z song out of my head this weekend.
Thursday night I had a lovely date with this guy Daniel. He's working on his phd in clinical psych at ASU, specializing in forensic psych. He currently works with juvenile sex offenders wants to change the way the prison system works. He is going to change the world. Seriously. I love talking to him. And apparently he felt the same way about me, because at the end of the date he walked me to my car, hugged me, and made plans with me for the next night. Friday night we met up for margaritas, had more great conversation, and went back to his place, where we made out and talked for like, 3 hours. I'm excited to see him again this Wednesday. I'm not sure if he's the right guy for me, but he's definitely someone I want to know.
Sunday afternoon I went bowling with my Meetup group. There's this guy there who wants me. I can totally tell. I mean, who wouldn't? Don't Jenny and I look adorable in our skirts and bowling shoes? :)
He wanted to take me for a ride on his motorcycle, but I had to get to another date. We talked about going tonight after the miniature golf meetup, but he didn't show. There was some very flirty texting, and he promised to make it up to me. He calls me Blueberry. (My bowling name yesterday was Blueberry Delight.) I'm not interested in dating this guy, just love the flirting. Love to play the game.
Last night I went out with this musician. He took me to an open mic night at a bar to hear him sing, which is a little ridiculous, don't you think? Yes, I did tell him I'd like to hear him sing sometime, and he actually was really talented, but he's just a little too into himself. He asked me like, one question the whole time. The funny thing was that I didn't even try; I didn't think I was acting interested in him at all, but I realized he was really into me. Ugh. He walked me to my car and kissed me and said he wanted to see me this week, but he'd be in the recording studio Wednesday and Friday. Oh, and there are 13 cats and 2 dogs at his house right now. To be fair, only 5 of the cats are actually his, but still. Anyway, I feel bad laughing at him, because he actually was a nice guy and a good singer. Just not my type.
I'm having a lot of fun with all these boys. I think moving to a city based on demographics was an excellent idea.
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