weekend madness.. and then some...

It has been some time since I last wrote.. why? you might ask.. And I have no real answer except that I have been lazy and uninterested. Dates have not been very interesting of late either. Since being dumped by the CO, I have become a bit more circumspect.. wondering what I do want, why I want it and if it is worth having. I am, however, still dating, meeting men and living life.

Baseball games and plumbing were on the agenda the last time I wrote.. week 2 (or was it 3?) with MachI had him experiencing me dirty and sweaty.. and no, not that kind of dirty, but maybe that kind of sweaty.. can we say salted? Peanuts, beer, sun and the game made for that sun glow kind of sweat and grime, but ceiling failures and looking for a shut off valve resulted in a whole different kind of grime.. ewwee baby! The best part- worst part? - We never did find the shut off valve and the whole reason for the season was to fix my diverter valve in the bathtub..now that does sound dirty! But no... we did not do that nor did that other deed appear on the horizon - and this would be me, not him. He was ready!

The following weekend we went to an end of school party - and, speaking to a complete stranger (could it be my boss's wife?! Holy $h*&, I believe it was!), he reveals that I hate the guy... oh am I glad I had not parted my thighs for that guy! Bada bing, bada boom ~ it is the last date. And, in case you were wondering, MachII never called again.. vomiting on the first date is not a great way to leave an impression on a gal - or is it??!

Not to be discouraged or dissuaded, I continue to browse the dating pond, and meet up with The New Guy. Now, the new guy is cute and tall and funny - and gets drunker than a skunk on our first extended meeting/date. I blame my friends for this, at least in part. TNG has recently had surgery on a malfunctioning artery - only the week before as it turns out, and is on coumadin . As it also turns out, this is one of those things you should tell a gal you have just met - especially if it is me and you are agreeing to party with me. The friends embrace TNG and have decided they definitely like him - and this, after they fill him with 18oo Tequila (eh, Patron!). I do give them points, I think, for pouring him into his truck ~ for which yours truly had the key ~ but I discount the points once we arrive at my house... the bus stops here?... and I am the only one left to roll him up the steps to the house. And roll he does.. by the way, any of you share this with him, and I will have to accuse you of lying! We are still dating.. Drunk, he is funny, feisty, a bit stubborn, but not mean. We eventually make it to the house, and the couch, where he snores the night away. I sleep in my bed with earplugs. Amazingly there is no hangover, and I make him one of my famous omelets...

As it turns out, TNG can laugh at himself, laugh at life. He has spent a day in the rain with me along with another day in the sun since then. He isn't big on email, rarely texts, but he does know how to use a phone. And he has not been drunk again.. thank goodness! I like him. ... not that I am putting my eggs all in one basket mind you...

I have begun a correspondence with a man in Afghanistan - training police officers there - he's due back in the states in October, and I spent an evening in the company of an old date from POF while visiting a friend in Eastern PA... oh, and I met a Resident  of my friend's fine establishment Behind the Green Door... I might have dated him if I had met him online first - I have a feeling he looks better online! He wants an honest girl, an attractive girl, a gal who will not dump him for another gal or his best friend (wife 1 and wife 2). He respects women yet has no control over the number of expletives that exit his mouth. He is a man of woe and hard knocks. I found it incredible (~y~easy to understand why) that he can't find a gal... Go figure!

and until next time, this is, as always...

~A. Tan Gledmess