Blast from the past....

So do you kids remember Navy boy (aka Bachelor #2)?

I took my fella out to dinner last Wednesday since he's been a superhero with driving me around while my car is in the shop. Anywho, while out to dinner, I heard a familiar voice. Looked up, and it was Bachelor #2 at a table across from us... with his MOM. Now, I'm not one to diss going out to dinner with the folks, but I definitely had a moment of boo-ya if you will. Me= hot date, Bachelor= mom.... I win :)

So on Friday night, I was sitting at home watching a movie before hitting the hay early when i got a text message from a number I didn't know. Turns out it was Bachelor #2. The textversation went something like this:

Bachelor: Funny story, my phone broke and all my numbers were lost that I stored after December 2008. My engineer friend was able to pull them off just a week ago using presumably magic. Anyways, that is what happened to me if you cared to know. Give me a shout sometime.
Me: Who is this?
Bachelor: It makes sense that you would delete my number. This is ___, we once went to a baseball game. You made dinner at my house, I thought the okra was a bit overcooked lol.
Me: Maybe you should just delete my number...
Bachelor: Was it the fried okra joke? I understand, that is honestly what happened
Me: Um, moved on. In a relationship now. And it was zucchini.
Bachelor: Very well. Regardless, that shit was not intentional.

My thoughts:
A.) Convienient that you have my number again now that you've seen me out on a date with a guy ten times hotter than you
B.) How are you about to try and extend an olive branch then insult my cooking?!?
C.) Learn your vegetables. Okra and zucchini look and taste much different and I didn't deep fry anything when I cooked for you dipshit.
D.) Boo-ya!

In other news, me and the fella are just swell. His parents were awesome and I was heaven around all those mini horses :)

Oh, and my fella adores my cooking. And he knows the difference between okra and zucchini. I guess sometimes things just work out.

Meet the Family....

So now that my fella has met my family, he told me that my turn is coming up- next weekend.

I know its silly to be nervous, but now I've got all those questions running through my head. What should I wear? Are they gonna like me? What if they don't like me? What if I spill all over myself at dinner?

I am a little excited too. His parents have a farm with a llama. If all else fails, maybe Coco and I will get along. I do LOVE llamas :)

I'm an example :-)

So after I told the college roommate about the winner I found via online dating, she's decided to take a shot at it. Scary to think of myself as an example, but I did manage to find someone pretty wonderful who's just as dorky as me.

I can't wait to hear some of her stories. Woot!

BFF, meet BF

So this past weekend, I introduced my best friend to Mr. Avocado (who by the way I am proudly calling my boyfriend now - insert happy dance here).

Things went well and they hit it off. This is important, as everyone know that the best friend's opinion counts more so than pretty much anyone else's opinion.

We went bowling and played pool and air hockey, all of which proved to be most amusing. Topics of conversation ranged from why the original Swedish fish are the ONLY good kind to BF's idea for a Hulk 3 movie.

All in all, we solidified that we are all wierdos, and thus, all in good company.

Spin Cycle

Why is it that some women and men decide to cycle through exes like a laundry cycle? I've been guilty of this as well, though not nearly as bad as some.



Sometimes after a break-up, you have that moment where you're like, "You know, we could make this work. I'll change. It'll be better this time around." And it does get better- at least in the beginning. You're both (well usually) trying really hard and working on those issues that drove you apart. But being creatures of habit, we usually resort back to our old ways and those little things that drive the other one nuts start to drive them nuts again- yes, I'm talking to you mister obsessive pen clicker.



What's worse is getting to the point of breaking-up again and finding out the other person wasn't trying at all. I found that one out the hard way my senior year of college. He even admitted that he wasn't trying any harder. It's kinda like how I try egg nog again every couple years, just to remind myself that I still don't like it. Sometimes, ya gotta learn the hard way.

The thing is, to use the title from a book that changed how I date, it's called a break-up because it's broken!!
(Read it, love it, own it: http://www.randomhouse.com/broadway/breakup/)

Stop putting your exes through the spin cycle and find someone who's worth your time and doesn't think its ok to break your heart one week and then be your everything the next. And if you do get back together with them, remember that they were the reason you started that love-hate relationship with a certain Mr. Ben & Jerry. Just sayin'

Frog Princes

This doesn't exactly apply to me right now, but I was certainly a part of this lotto for a while there....

You know what's awesome...

Sitting in a crowded park and in a moment of quiet, having the guy you're there with do his best Mrs. Doubtfire impression, only it comes out super super loud:

"HELLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"

Everyone stops and stares at the two of you and you're like, "Ya, he's with me."

Oh and his goat impression had me rolling on the ground laughing, literally.


I'd say I care what everyone was thinking, but that would be a lie. I think I've found someone just as weird as me. Score :-)