So almost a year ago, I got a message from a guy and I humored him for a bit. He came of waaaaaaaay to aggressive though. I phased him out in typical Kathy fashion and went about my merry little way. Then I broke two toes and pulled out of the dating scene all together. Once I was healed, off crutches and out of the insanely ugly boot - I tried emailing him only to find out his account had been disabled. Whatevs, there were plenty of other guys out there to toy with and feed my ego.
I would say around November maybe, he managed to find me again. I did EVERYTHING in my power to push him away. My ego was still bruised from Code Name Hot Chocolate and while of course I relished the attention, I just wasn't feeling it. He finally wore me down. He was a persistent bugger - I will give him that. So I agreed to meet him. Had the whole outfit planned and he cancelled on me. His pipes busted in his house or something. The second time I cancelled and the third time he cancelled. Around New Years, I flipped out on him and told him I was moving to Colorado and he told me he was transferring to Miami. We called the whole thing off and then decided maybe we could meet and just be friends.
That is where he turned into a total dickhead jerk monkey. It was his turn to push me away and it worked. He cancelled on me a THIRD time and three strikes and you are out baby. I deleted him. I may have given him one last chance, but in the end I just gave up.
Two weeks ago while chastising the ex about some hot 27 year old I was going to go find and go out with, he asked if I meant the "coast guard guy"? I was like "UH, HELL NO! he isn't 27 and he is Miami - that ship way sailed" I put him out of my head. Well in Beetlejuice fashion (say his name to many times and he appears), out of nowhere - I get an email from him. Thank you ex for conjuring spirits of the past. Sheesh. I humored him because I was in a good mood and curious as why exactly he was darkening my email inbox.
We chatted a bit and I told him he had some 'splaining to do. He agreed and suggested he tell me in person. He set a date and I rolled my eyes and was already mentally prepared to move on. I told him that I was happy where I am right now, don't really need a guy in my life at the moment - so if he was serious - then game on. If not and he intended on flaking - don't bother. I don't need my time or energy wasted. He swore up and down he wouldn't. Maybe I took a little stock in it, because I did go out and buy a new outfit including shoes - then again - do I really NEED an excuse to buy a coral dress. No not really!
The days ticked off and Tuesday rolls around. He asked what I wanted to do, and I told him - this was his gig - he got to figure it out. I also warned him again that there was to be no flaking unless there was a death in the immediate family - but even then he better send me a picture of the corpse. I don't care if Grandma's tongue is hanging outside her mouth - I WANT PROOF. We decided on a Mexican restaurant across from my office. (This led to a crazy text to my personal trainer to ask how exactly do I eat there and NOT blow my calorie count for the day?)
Wednesday. I'm wearing my coral dress and my oh so 80's cinch belt and brought my 4" wedgies. I waited and waited and waited for him to cancel so I could be all self righteous and he didn't. At 4:30 he texted me to tell me he was on his way. HOLY CRAP - I REALLY HAVE TO GO THROUGH WITH THIS? Panic sets in. I can't do this. I SUCK at dates. I am not witty or charming in person. Again - see the Code Name Hot Chocolate link. There was no turning back though. My amazing friend Red Devil gave me a much needed pep talk and I cursed Man Whore for not giving me the guys perspective on how amazing I looked and headed to the restaurant. I mean it's been a year - I got this - I think.
I had the BEST time. He was cute, funny and engaging. He is a Jeff Gordon fan though and that should TECHNICALLY be a deal breaker. At least he didn't tell me he was Tom Brady or a Raiders fan because that would have killed it. We had a nice light dinner, walked around the fountains by my office because they shot a scene from Demolition Man there and he drove me home. We hung out for a bit, kissed a couple of times and called it a night. The truly amazing thing was that he does ACTUALLY want to see me again! Yes ladies and gentlemen - you did read that correctly. I finally got DATE NUMBER TWO. We are going to hang out this weekend if the schedules align or next week for sure.
So break out the boxed wine y'all (I mean this isn't exactly worthy of your vintage Cabernet yet) and celebrate with me! I am a happy princess at the moment!
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