Rocky Rockclimber

So it's very safe to say that Mr. Rockclimber will not be my future Mr.

We met at a local sandwich shop, and as soon as I walked in and we said hello he says to me...

R:Have you dyed your hair recently?

Me: Uhhhh...No.

R: Your hair color in your profile picture was blonde.

Me: (At this point I think I might have been loosing my mind, and maybe really was a blonde) I don't think so, I've never been a blonde before.

R: Oh...huh.

And it only got worse after that if you can believe it. During the 35 minutes I spent with him he let me know that he hates his mother and father, he still thinks he's in love with the mother of his child who is currently in a mental institute, and he is infertile (even though he put on his profile that he is looking for someone to have kids with). Way too much information for the first time meeting someone.

Then for the icing on top of the cake...at the end of the date, the bill comes...after patting down his pants and tshirt (where would a wallet be in your t-shirt MO-RON??) he says I must have lost my wallet, you mind getting this one, and I'll pay for the next date?

I kid you not. I wish this was NOT a true story.

D is for Dating

and Death.

and Dieting.

and Devil.



Why does everything bad have to start with "D". Ok..that's not a fair statement...lots of good things start with "D" as well. Dad. Deetz. Dogs. :)



But anywho...I have a lunch date set for next week with Mr. Rockclimber. I decided sandwiches is much safer than his first date choice of rock climbing (which I ended up not going on). I really do not enjoy eating on a date though, due to the fact that I don't have just butterflies in my stomach on first dates...but what seems to be large birds. We'll see how it goes though!

J texted me last night for the first time in hmmm...3 weeks...and not that I should have been surprised by this, but all he wanted to do was talk about his favorite subject...himself. He droned on and on about how much he dislikes someone at work, because he disrespects him, and how no one appreciates him there. No "how are you doing", no "I miss you". Nothing. My head says "RUN, you are lucky you got away", my heart says "I'm lonely, and he's cute". Oh little heart...haven't you learned??

On another note...I'm excited about my little man's 3rd birthday on Sunday!!!! :) My parents will be down as well. I cleaned my entire apartment last night thinking they would be here today, but then I got an email from my Dad at 7:30 this morning (thought they were on a plane) and checked Mom's itinerary that she sent, and I could have procrastinated for another day!! LOL.