~It's Official: I'm Out There

Soooo, yeah, it took me long enough.  But then again, as exhibit A:  I give you the GAP/Guys Assistance Program...  there are a whole lotta fuckin' weirdos and freaks out there.  I was just waiting for the right one to be my next first date.  In all honesty I've been more heartbroken than maybe I've let on 'round here.  I know I'm not good with feelings and junk and sharing.  As evidence by that exact sentence...  It's the boyness in me, which among other things puts my good standing with my girl card in constant jeopardy.  It's not been an easy past few months, but here I am feeling like it was time, that more importantly I was ready.   Finally, the last component came together, which was a guy interesting enough to have caught my attention. 

We met for happy hour margaritas at a little joint between where we each live.  So margaritas for breakfast it was!!  Probably never a good sign, but as it's balls hot around these parts eating had not been appealing earlier in the day.  And honestly, what makes for a better first impression than a easily tipsy girl and a cheap date?     

I arrived about two minutes before he did and only then did it dawn on me that I ought to be nervous about the first date I was having in more than a year.  But by that point the bartender was bringing me a margarita so large that you practically have to take your head to the glass instead of bringing the glass to your mouth, so my attention was diverted in the nicest frozen strawberry boozy way before nerves had a chance to set in. 

Happily, I can report that I had a grand time.  He offered all of the things good dates are made of, mainly good conversation.  Oh, and good looks and a lovely closely shorn head that practically dared me to touch it from the moment he sat down.  And if you think for one second that eventually I didn't touch that dome, then I must ask you this question:

Q:  Do you not know me at allllllll?!?

A:  Of course I touched that damn head.  Several times, in fact.

Which may seem like a dating offense of the highest nature, however, in my defense, I mentioned that I was resisting the urge to touch it, at which point he leaned down to give me easy access to it.  So kindly put your foul flag/red card back in your pocket.  (FYI, I literally just stuck my tongue out at you, well, the glowing screen at least.) 

Looking back, I made several seriously fucked up faux pas.  Probably starting with the fact that when he mentioned his hometown, I felt compelled to share a crazy ass comment about how his head seemed to be the appropriate size and that I'd always been told that people from his 'hood had small heads.  Yes.  You read that right.  I think he comes from a village of pinheads. 

(Nope.  Not these pinheads.)

(These pinheads.)

Klllllassy, no?  Technically, I don't think it's a town o' pinheads, but that was always the rumor when I was a kid. 

In a make right attempt I did let him play with my yo-yo.  (Which now that I type those words, is probably something he's jotting down in his con collum right the hell now.)

Also, I may have taken an exit off of Good Dating Rd. when once he told me about his job, which while not directly involved with heavy machinery, does have a relationship with those who do, asked if he had enough juice to let me operate sumthin' cool and groovy.  I felt a lil' flutter in my heart when he mentioned operating an enormous dump truck thingy.  I only want to operate everything large!  (Still on my to-do list are semi, train and helicopter.  And this would put me closer to the semi.  I'm getting chicken skin just thinkin' about it.) 

I donno what'll happen next.  I no longer have a Magic 8 Ball, and I'm the kinda dolt who literally needs a guy to hit me over the head before I know if they're interested and I'm the only one who did any head touchin', so who knows? 

But at least I'm back out there.  For better or worse. 

(Fine.  Worse.)