The game was over and Ron, my friend’s husband, comes up from the family room with 2 other guys. I know the one, but I had never seen the other guy before. He was fucking gorgeous. So, in true Debbie style I ignored the gorgeous guy. I stay away from men who are too pretty. Old habit. Long story. Someday I may tell you.
Anyhow, Ron got a couple new bottles of wine out and the guys sat down with Kelli and I. We were talking about all kinds of stuff. Mostly funny stories and how retarded we all are. I couldn’t help but notice that hot guy, who is named John, is staring at me. Now, I don’t read too much into this as I am a little drunk and sure I look a mess. After about an hour I decide it’s time to go home and leave. I had to cook the next day for the baby shower.
The next day, I get up and go to my mom’s for a day of cooking my ass off and fun with the baby. Funny, but I thought about the guy several times that day. There was something about him. When I get home that night, I’m exhausted and don’t even want to check my email but I do. There’s an email from John.
Huh?
It basically says that he’s really attracted to me and asked me if I’d like to have dinner with him. He leaves his phone number. I’m definitely attracted to him too, but….
…here’s how I’m an ass….
I write back that I’m really not interested in starting a relationship now, but thanks. I know, I’m an idiot. But, I know how these pretty boys operate. I have no interest in being the ‘good enough for now’ girl. A bit jaded? Yes, I know.
Well, he writes back. He’s not taking no for an answer. It seems that my dear friend Kelli has filled him in on me. He’s ready for my tricks.
I’m fucked. Cause now I can’t stop thinking about him.
He writes me another email. I try to bullshit, again, about how I’m not ready for anything. He’s still not buying it. He has my phone number now. My friend thinks he’s perfect for me. He leaves a few messages this week. He’s not acting like a stalker. He’s actually laughing at me. My friend says he’s determined.
I get the background info on him. He’s 36, brown hair, green eyes, tall, looks good in glasses, and never been married. Has had several long-term relationships. He’s got a great job, I won’t get into that now but let’s just say that he’s really really really smart. He’s been Ron’s friend since college and has just moved to this area. He actually likes living in NJ, which is strange. Kelli loves him. She says that he was taken with me.
I finally spoke with him on the phone last night. I’m going to dinner with him on Friday night. He’s picking me up at 8. He told me to dress casually. He’s not a fancy kind of guy and is best in a casual setting.
I hate fancy too. So far, so good.
I must admit, I’m really excited for this date. Let’s hope I don’t fuck it up and that he doesn’t turn out to be like this freak.
My feet have been torn apart by my shoes. Yesterday, I wore a pair adorable flats. Looks can be deceiving cause they chewed my feet up. Today, I wore a pretty pair of black heels and the blisters on my poor feet were further aggravated. Now, I’m sitting here soaking my bloody sore feet and hoping that I can put on the sneakers I’m wearing tomorrow. Why must I have paper thin skin on my feet? Anyone got an answer for that?
For the ladies:
Cute, but evil, brown shoes.
Black heels.
I’m kind of bummed out that my legs are hurting me again. I ran yesterday and Monday, and my legs were killing me. I’m buying a new pair of sneakers this weekend and I’m going to a specialty running store. Someone suggested I go there because they fit your shoe on you and test your feet to see what’s best. I think this will help tremendously. I just wish my legs would work with me, since I want to run the Race for a Cure and I also want to be able to wear this costume for Halloween so it’s essential I run. It’s the only exercise I really like doing. If the new sneakers don’t work, I’m going to have to start riding a my bike but I’m not too thrilled with that idea since the long bike rides make my crotch hurt.
Oh the dilemmas I have.
Kisses.
Fresh Air Lover 
You know, I am absolutely pleased you relented and are going out with this guy. Have a wonderful time!
Good luck with the new guy. Breathe in and relax – he sounds pretty cool.
And hopefully your feet will be all better by then, too.
And no, you’re not a dork. The new guy apparently doesn’t think so.
Those evil shoes are so damn cute!
Good luck with the new guy! I did what you did with this guy named Dan, we will be married 11 years this October! I’m excited for you!!
Yes, go out with this guy. I mean if he’s known your friend’s husband since college, he can’t be a bad guy.
The “crotch thing” on the bike. I cycle avidly and ride 30-40 miles at a time. You can buy bike shorts that have a padded crotch, makes ALL the difference. I intersperse this with running and I think it helps save the knees.
Go have a good time with him, you never know and your girlfriend would not encourage you if she did not think highly of him.
That sucks about the cute shoes! Blisters suck. On things that helps a little bit is baby powder on the tooties.
Debbie, dear, I think that’s AWESOME news that you agreed to have dinner with this guy. You really have nothing to lose, aye? Not really.
I hope things go well. In fact, I think they will!
Hugs and smooches!
I am nursing blisters too. It was worth the pain. I adore your shoes.
he sounds great! i’m sure you’ll have a great time – i trust you will report…? 😉
Well even if the night is a flop-which I’m sure it won’t be-you can relish in being out with a gorgeous guy and making other ladies jealous. I always loved that part about dating a gorgeous guy.
hotdrwife: Me too!! Sometimes I can be a pain in the arse.
cruisermel: I really hope my feet are better too. They look gross right now. And yes, I will be breathing and trying to relax.
v: Really? Hmm, this is good news. I’m going to take it one day at a time though.
jr: Jeez, you ride that much. I’m looking for an hours worth of exercise. I’ll have to look into the padded pants though. That’s a good idea. I can’t hurt the temple that is my crotch.
christina: Really, I never thought of baby powder. Good idea.
dan: Thank you!! I’m really excited.
mist1: Yeah, it was definitely worth it. Especially the black heels. They looked so good with wide legged pants.
sarahreznor: I will definitely report.
suvvygirl: There is that. He is absolutely breathtaking.
When you are out on a date with a man, do you get an immediate sense as to whether he is primarily interested in a sexual relationship with little committment? Or is this something that takes some time to determine?
It takes time. And when one person thinks it’s taking too much time, you get called a procrastinator. What a pain.
Sexy in Milwaukee
Well, just keep an open mind. *nod*
(I’m SOOO excited for you!)
🙂
so i guess titty fucking is out for now? damn it.
and as one who has been known to sabotage stuff, good luck!
obesio: There are certain things I notice, but it’s not something I concern myself with on the first couple of dates. I’m the type of who doesn’t play around and always tell the man up front what I want. I have no interest in a meaningless sexual relationship and he will know it.
sexy: I hear that.
mg: My mind is open. Don’t worry.
lozo: Yeah, for now. But keep that penis in the glass for me just in case I do fuck it up or he’s nuts.
Good luck, Deb. I hope it all turns out ok. Watch how he treats the servers when you guys are out to dinner; they say that’s a good way to tell how considerate a man he is.
I’m so happy that it looks like you might have found someone that’s worth dating.
Here’s to him not being an ass or a creep. Have fun, don’t keep your gaurd up too high.
Stay away from them pretty-boys. You need to get you an ugly man . . . like me 🙂 We try harder 😛
Good luck on the date!
It happens when you least expect it…I’m telling you this! I never would’ve believed that I would be in a relationship right now if you had told me five months ago.
Best of luck to you and I hope you both have a wonderful time.
Love the black heels!
Have a great date! He sounds amazing. My fingers are crossed that he turns out to be a normal, decent guy.
And your tootsies should be soaking about… now.
I hope that you have fun on your date with smart, handsome John. I’m really happy that you two met.
About your thin-skinned feet: when you start to feel some kinda way about them, imagine old beat-down feet with thick, crusty calouses (sp??), hammer toes and bunions. Might make you feel better…
I hope there’s a date report coming this weekend!
I’m anxious to read how it goes. Hopefully you give us an update tomorrow. 😀 Good luck!
Just be yourself and go with the flow, dinner does not mean marriage okay!! Enjoy yourself and just be a flirt, he is the persistant one so why not have the fun too??
Great shoe shop to get runners is Footlocker, they measure your foot and make sure you get the right shoes for your stance. Also, great sports socks ara a must for comfort too.
On your date, make sure you wear comfy shoes. Soak your feet in warm water with some lavender drops in it to relax them and sooth them 🙂
If he’s very smart and “gorgeous” he can do better than a cynical, alcoholic bitch. He’s in it to hit it then quit it.
yllwdaisies: I always watch out for the waiter thing. It’s true for both sexes.
katrina: Thank you.
coyotemike: I usually do stay away from the pretty boys.
neverezme: Thank you.
fyrchk: I wasn’t even looking. You’re right.
mina: Thank you. Those heels are adorable, aren’t they?
katrice: Thanks. I did soak them.
judy: There is a date report.
perryx: I’m going to right now.
cazzie: Oh, I never get that crazy on a date. I’m not the overzealous, marriage thinking type.
anon: Get a life, please.