Once upon a time, a friend told me that I am a Maneater. At the time, I was a cute college co-ed who liked having a good time (not that good of a time, Mom). Anyway, I didn't really take it to heart, being that this friend and I had a very flirtatious relationship, he had a girlfriend and I only dated 3 guys over the course of my college career (one who shares my same name~ lesson learned, ladies: Don't do it).
I was recently reminded of this little moniker, thanks in large part to a Nelly Furtado kick I was on, and it made me stop and think: has the whole dating-for-stories thing finally brought my friend's assessment to fruition?
I know that I haven't been the best about updating this blog, and for that my dear readers, I truly apologize. But I also feel like I should extend an apology to the poor schmucks of whom I've been taking advantage lately. And only slightly with intention, I swear.
Let me begin this by expressly stating that I've only gone out with guys who have struck my fancy in some way, shape or form. I always offer to pay for dinner/drinks/what-have-you, and I am obliged some of the time, but mostly these guys insist on paying. So I try, but many times, fail.
Okay, enough of that BS. It's time to dish on some dates.
Tonsil Hockey and I went to see a movie the other night, which was pretty fun (Now You See Me- definitely recommend it!). He's spending a week and a half at some Caribbean resort, which makes dating around him that much easier! I feel like I might start to feel bad about this one at some point, but I'm sure he's having a great time at an all-inclusive resort surrounded by scantily clad ladies. Takes the pressure off of me and my feelings!
I also went to a biergarten with a cutie pie. However, I've been noticing a theme. These guys that OKC keeps setting me up with? All SHORT. And I know I'm tall for a girl, but I'm still only 5'6" on a good day! He was adorable, but young (like many of the others), so we'll see if we meet up again.
In other news, I think I broke Construction Cutie's heart, completely without meaning to. Since he travels during the week for work, we had made tentative plans to hang on Saturday night, if I didn't end up going for a boat ride with my old neighbor (yes, the same neighbor from the cardboard boat regatta- I'm sure I'll think of a name for him soon). It turned out that he was busy during the day, so that gave me carte blanche to go on the boat ride before meeting up for another date with Construction Cutie. I was excited: my first time juggling multiple dates in one day!
Soooo as it turns out, the 5 of us on the boat ride lost track of time, so we didn't end up making it back to the dock until about 7, which apparently was too late for CC to have dinner. I felt (feel?) bad about it, especially since we had such a fun time on Sunday, but he hasn't texted me back. Can't say I blame him.
I ended up going to a house party with Neighbro and the other guys from the boat. Nothing physical has happened, but I did overhear him talking to his friends about yours truly throughout the day... I think I'm going to have to tread lightly with this one. I've known him for years, and he's one of my brother's friends. For now, I'm intrigued, and am eagerly anticipating seeing him again within the next week. It's just weird. We grew up together.
So there's the not-so-quick update! I know it wasn't terribly juicy, and probably got a little weird there towards the beginning, but I'm glad that I got that off my chest. I really don't want to "use" anybody, and I'm trying my hardest to walk that walk.
Cheers,
The Maneater
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