Internet Dating... Bachelor #1

Hmmm.  Where to even begin.  

So, yes.  the internet dating "thing."  I go back and forth on my thoughts here (and... who's shocked?)(No-one?)(Moving on, then.) 

Years ago, when I first jumped off this cliff jumped on this bandwagon, I made a deal (with myself)(I don't ALWAYS share my crazy)(well, not right AWAY anyway)  I would take each.and.every.first.date.I.was.offered.  

No need to inquire as to how many second dates happened.  If memory serves?  There were 12 first dates.(and two seconds)(Yes, two)  I have since abandoned this logic. (may not have been my brightest moment)(truth in advertising here at FTL)  BEST part about that summer? (forever known as "the summer of reckless dating")  Approximately ten of those twelve dates?  Same restaurant. (It's a small town, I have LIMITED options for dining)(and I prefer not to pay my sitter for the extra hour commute to civilization town)

Any. way. 

For some ungodly reason (Ummm, I'm insane?) I thought, "Hey! Let's me, myself and I do a month on Match.com.  (Until I forgot to cancel it)(now it's two months)

And, I am pleased to say, Bachelor #1 made his debut (via a lunch date)(Safety first, kids) a few weeks ago.  Then, ALL the girlfriends descended.  No time for dating, there is wine to drink! and sun to sit in!

(and liquor store clerks to... yeah. Never mind)  

This type of logic may have factored into the liquor store clerk situation

 
And to his credit, Bachelor #1 was very understanding about all of this, and completely disappeared gave me some space for a week or so.  And, ummm?  I'm a girl.  We, uhhh, OVER analyze ALL the things.(If this is coming as news to anyone, we need to get you out more)(just sayin.)    

I decided he had probably met someone else closer to home (crazy man drives nearly 2 hours to take me out)(I know!) and went back to trolling the waters of Match.com. (ooh! and I'm totally having lunch with a DOCTOR this week)(I know!)

Ummmm... but then Bachelor #1 was back.  And, evidently?  Still interested.  Sigh.  This is where my special brand of crazy kicks in. This.just.gets.confusing! (inner dialogues ensue: Which guy did I tell THAT story to?)(Dammit, did I wear that to date #1 or #4?)

PS: I realize these are completely #firstworldproblems, trust me

So anyway.  We went.  We had dinner.  We had, I think, a lovely time.  I "sorta" heard from him the next day (random text)(all seems fine)(but then he disappears again)(and then I'm confused again)(who wants to live in MY head?)(exactly) 

And that, my lovelies is the tale of Bachelor #1.  Lunch with the Doctor (we shall call him Bachelor #2, I believe)(cause I'm orginal and creative like that)comes up later this week.  Stay tuned.  

Muah!