ANNOYED.
That's the word that comes to mind when I think of my last date with Chicago. When he called me up and wanted to know if I wanted to spend some time with him last weekend while out running errands, I thought "what the hell." I'd give me some more time with him and would technically count as a 4th date.
You know, I'm all for a guy with a sense of humor, but I just wanted to yell at him, "ENOUGH." Not everything has to be made into a joke and I'm all for banter, but you have to give it a rest at some point. It's flat out exhausting trying to keep up with his humor at times, and when a lot of it is directed at me, there is a point when it's a little much. Now, I can laugh at myself and poke fun, but there is a line there that he was stepping on, and it took a lot for me not to turn into a bitch on him.
A wise friend of mine said that if it annoys me now, it will for sure annoy me later one - which I know this to be true. Another person asked if this might just be him still trying to impress me - it's been long enough that I am pretty sure this is him. He has this thing with being right all time, and if you know me, you know this is poses a SERIOUS issue! Granted, I can admit when I am wrong, but I'm pretty fond of getting my way most of the time. Anyway, his need to be right causes him to never drop anything until he either proves his point, or you give in out of frustration. I have a friend like this, and I have learned just to give up since going around in circles is ridiculous. If you didn't know that he's harmless, you'd think it was borderline being an asshole. Obviously getting a rise out of people and getting them to "debate" (I call it arguing) is his goal in most situations. Makes me wonder if he would be able to hold any other type of conversation.
Now I know that I said he was a front runner a few days back, but I need someone that has sense of humor, but at the same time, doesn't make me feel like I am being the stick in the mud when I don't go along with every joke.
Just gets old......
Tuesday, October 16, 2012
Sunday, October 14, 2012
Crash and BURN
You know how you get excited watching a movie trailer, and you just have to go see that movie? And then you get there, buy the popcorn and sit through the whole thing, just to think to yourself, "damn, the trailer had all the good parts." Well, that would be the best way to describe my date with Hitman.
Hitman was the first person I have gone out with that I have talked to on the phone prior to the date. He had a great voice - the kind that you can listen to for hours. Kind of a mix between baseball announcer and phone sex operator. Our phone conversation had been about an hour and we had no problem with any lulls in the conversation. We both had our witty moments, and I was excited to meet up with him.
We met for sushi and when he walked up to me, the first thing that came to my mind was, "he's short." Yes, I have a thing with height - they have to be at least tall enough that when I wear my 4" heels, I am not looking them in the eyes. I'm a girl that likes that I have to reach up on my tippy toes while barefoot to give a guy a kiss. There was no way that this was happening with this guy - was he sure he was 5'9"? I almost asked to see his drivers license, but I figured he probably could have lied on that too.
The date just wasn't good...the conversation just wasn't there and his sense of humor fell flat. He was trying to joke with the waitress, but we were in a sushi restaurant and you could tell that she was having a hard time getting his humor. It ended up just being annoying. Not sure if he was just trying too hard, or if this was how he really was.
We ran out of things to say too early on in the date, and I almost had to text the "save me" password to one of my friends. I really don't want to ever have to do that to someone, but this guy was really close!
At the time, I thought maybe he had sensed the same thing since he didn't protest that I was calling it a night right after dinner. I was able to get away with just a hug, which in itself was somewhat awkward, but then I was home free! He did text me later saying he had a nice time and he would like to do it again.
Yeah, I don't think so....
Hitman was the first person I have gone out with that I have talked to on the phone prior to the date. He had a great voice - the kind that you can listen to for hours. Kind of a mix between baseball announcer and phone sex operator. Our phone conversation had been about an hour and we had no problem with any lulls in the conversation. We both had our witty moments, and I was excited to meet up with him.
We met for sushi and when he walked up to me, the first thing that came to my mind was, "he's short." Yes, I have a thing with height - they have to be at least tall enough that when I wear my 4" heels, I am not looking them in the eyes. I'm a girl that likes that I have to reach up on my tippy toes while barefoot to give a guy a kiss. There was no way that this was happening with this guy - was he sure he was 5'9"? I almost asked to see his drivers license, but I figured he probably could have lied on that too.
The date just wasn't good...the conversation just wasn't there and his sense of humor fell flat. He was trying to joke with the waitress, but we were in a sushi restaurant and you could tell that she was having a hard time getting his humor. It ended up just being annoying. Not sure if he was just trying too hard, or if this was how he really was.
We ran out of things to say too early on in the date, and I almost had to text the "save me" password to one of my friends. I really don't want to ever have to do that to someone, but this guy was really close!
At the time, I thought maybe he had sensed the same thing since he didn't protest that I was calling it a night right after dinner. I was able to get away with just a hug, which in itself was somewhat awkward, but then I was home free! He did text me later saying he had a nice time and he would like to do it again.
Yeah, I don't think so....
Dinner and a Movie
Life has been a little busy lately, but I did manage to squeeze in a 3rd date with Chicago recently.
Our third date would be dinner and a movie at his house (now, calm down, no need to get carried away there). Granted, it was in the middle of the week, which worried me slightly since I would be up late and I'm pretty fond of my sleep (and am NOT a happy person without it)!
I headed out to his house, which is a good 20 minutes out into the boonies. Thankfully I had some idea where it was, but it didn't help that there was construction on the one road that I knew! And GPS is never helpful and I wanted to toss my phone out the window after it said "recalculating" for the 412 time. I did get to see what a nice neighborhood it was across the road from him as I wound though all the streets trying to get out of the suburban maze.
When I got there, dinner still had about 20 minutes to go in the oven (yes, he baked), so we chatted and played with the dog. Granted, I am not the biggest dog person, but he's pretty sweet to her and its adorable. I got a tour of the house, which is nice, but I totally like mine better! haha
Dinner was a fantastic casserole dish that his mom taught him to make - he was pretty proud of himself and it was pretty tasty. Who'd have thought that something with tater tots on the top would have been that good! We both ate more than we should have, but agreed that sometimes you just have to do it.
Chicago has about 500 movies to choose from and of course, I was tasked with picking out what we were going to watch. I'm sorry, but that is some crazy pressure! If he had just had action movies, I would have been fine, but he has EVERYTHING! I was slightly worried that the movie I chose could have been a death sentence (okay, not really, but it was still some intense pressure). Being in the mood for something funny, I picked out Forgetting Sarah Marshall. When I handed it to him, he just his head and started laughing. Apparently he had just watched it the day before! At least I knew I was on the right track, but now I had to go through the process all over again! By process of elimination, I only looked at what he had on BluRay (cause we all knows guys won't be watching regular DVDs once they start buying BluRay). I ended up with Zombieland in my hand and got the nod of approval when he looked my direction. Who doesn't love this movie, right?
After reciting lines and mocking the actors through the whole movie, the night started to come to an end. His roommate did come home for a few minutes and I got to meet her, and instantly liked her. They bantered back and forth like brother and sister and it was pretty entertaining. Unfortunately, I think he got the better of her, but I had to give her props for trying!
Now some of you might find it hard to believe that I had been on two dates with him already and hadn't gotten a kiss yet. Sure, maybe it was a little odd, but I quickly realized after the first date, it was just that he was respectful. I had hoped for one on the second date, but when that didn't happen, it sure as hell would on this one! For those that know me, I tend to be a take charge kind of person, so he didn't stand a chance this time. Lucky for me, I didn't have to pull that card. While cuddling on the couch and talking about nothing, he finally made the move and kissed me. It was totally sweet and what I had expected. I know that sounds terrible, but I wasn't expecting the bells and whistles that I had gotten from my good night kiss with Schmidt a few days earlier.
It was good night - totally worth the "long" drive and the getting lost in suburbia.
So I guess the question now is, will there be a 4th date?
Our third date would be dinner and a movie at his house (now, calm down, no need to get carried away there). Granted, it was in the middle of the week, which worried me slightly since I would be up late and I'm pretty fond of my sleep (and am NOT a happy person without it)!
I headed out to his house, which is a good 20 minutes out into the boonies. Thankfully I had some idea where it was, but it didn't help that there was construction on the one road that I knew! And GPS is never helpful and I wanted to toss my phone out the window after it said "recalculating" for the 412 time. I did get to see what a nice neighborhood it was across the road from him as I wound though all the streets trying to get out of the suburban maze.
When I got there, dinner still had about 20 minutes to go in the oven (yes, he baked), so we chatted and played with the dog. Granted, I am not the biggest dog person, but he's pretty sweet to her and its adorable. I got a tour of the house, which is nice, but I totally like mine better! haha
Dinner was a fantastic casserole dish that his mom taught him to make - he was pretty proud of himself and it was pretty tasty. Who'd have thought that something with tater tots on the top would have been that good! We both ate more than we should have, but agreed that sometimes you just have to do it.
Chicago has about 500 movies to choose from and of course, I was tasked with picking out what we were going to watch. I'm sorry, but that is some crazy pressure! If he had just had action movies, I would have been fine, but he has EVERYTHING! I was slightly worried that the movie I chose could have been a death sentence (okay, not really, but it was still some intense pressure). Being in the mood for something funny, I picked out Forgetting Sarah Marshall. When I handed it to him, he just his head and started laughing. Apparently he had just watched it the day before! At least I knew I was on the right track, but now I had to go through the process all over again! By process of elimination, I only looked at what he had on BluRay (cause we all knows guys won't be watching regular DVDs once they start buying BluRay). I ended up with Zombieland in my hand and got the nod of approval when he looked my direction. Who doesn't love this movie, right?
After reciting lines and mocking the actors through the whole movie, the night started to come to an end. His roommate did come home for a few minutes and I got to meet her, and instantly liked her. They bantered back and forth like brother and sister and it was pretty entertaining. Unfortunately, I think he got the better of her, but I had to give her props for trying!
Now some of you might find it hard to believe that I had been on two dates with him already and hadn't gotten a kiss yet. Sure, maybe it was a little odd, but I quickly realized after the first date, it was just that he was respectful. I had hoped for one on the second date, but when that didn't happen, it sure as hell would on this one! For those that know me, I tend to be a take charge kind of person, so he didn't stand a chance this time. Lucky for me, I didn't have to pull that card. While cuddling on the couch and talking about nothing, he finally made the move and kissed me. It was totally sweet and what I had expected. I know that sounds terrible, but I wasn't expecting the bells and whistles that I had gotten from my good night kiss with Schmidt a few days earlier.
It was good night - totally worth the "long" drive and the getting lost in suburbia.
So I guess the question now is, will there be a 4th date?
Tuesday, October 9, 2012
Hi, I'm Garrett and I'm an Asshole
Normally I wouldn't use any one's real name here, but I thought the first asshole I encountered deserved it!
Before I say anything more, I can assure you that I am fine, nothing traumatic happened, but I was reminded at how big of ass holes certain guys can be!
When I first got a message from Garrett and looked at his profile, I almost didn't reply back to him. He is 29, divorced and the father of two boys. He's also a cop. Because he fits the "tall, dark and handsome" profile I seem to seek out, I was nice and sent a message back. We had a few conversations back and forth and all seemed well. I agreed to meet up with him at a bar by my house that I felt comfortable with and since it was a Sunday night, I wouldn't be out too late.
I could tell from the minute he got there that he was nervous. It was a little strange since I think guys tend to hide it better than girls do. We ordered drinks and after chatting for a few minutes, he admitted to being nervous and drinking a few before he had gotten to the bar. He then asked me if I ever smoke when I drink (only when I am drinking A LOT); apparently this is a downfall of his. We moved to a table outside where we talked about moving to AZ, our jobs, family and his kids. If you had never met him before, you would have thought he was an actual smoker from all the ones he lit up in the hour we were there.
Now, I know what my alcohol limits are, especially when I am driving. Being the responsible one, I made sure to stop at three and I ordered them all in rocks glasses just to keep myself on the safe side. When I had finished my third drink, he asked if I was sure I didn't want another one. For being a cop, you'd think he'd have an issue with someone drinking too much and driving home - apparently not. I politely declined, but after he asked me a third time, it got annoying. Pretty sure I was speaking English! He then had the nerve to ask if I wanted to go to a bar closer to his house so he could drink more and then just stumble home. I'm sorry, but I would have to be out of my mind to go to a bar by his house, drink more and then attempt to drive home. Once the conversation got to that point, I knew that the night would be coming to an end.
He reeked of cigarettes when he walked me to my car. He asked for a hug good-bye and why I let him, I'm not quite sure. Apparently he thought it would be a good idea to kiss me, which of course, was absolutely disgusting, and he held onto me a little too long. His hands got a little grabby and thankfully he wasn't balanced very well and I was able to give him a nice shove. Obviously he wasn't expecting that, but somewhat got the hint. The best part is that he had the nerve to ask me again to go to the bar by his house, and when I declined, he actually asked if I wanted to go to his house. PLEASE! I almost started laughing at how stupid the whole thing was! After that, I said good-bye, got in the car and drove away.
The whole thing left a bad taste in my mouth, and that was in addition to his cigarette breath. I guess part of me expected a little more respect since he was a cop and a dad, but I was wrong.
When he text me the next morning, I ignored it in hopes that he would get the hint. Thankfully, he did.
So hopefully Garrett is the one and only ass hole I come across with this!
Before I say anything more, I can assure you that I am fine, nothing traumatic happened, but I was reminded at how big of ass holes certain guys can be!
When I first got a message from Garrett and looked at his profile, I almost didn't reply back to him. He is 29, divorced and the father of two boys. He's also a cop. Because he fits the "tall, dark and handsome" profile I seem to seek out, I was nice and sent a message back. We had a few conversations back and forth and all seemed well. I agreed to meet up with him at a bar by my house that I felt comfortable with and since it was a Sunday night, I wouldn't be out too late.
I could tell from the minute he got there that he was nervous. It was a little strange since I think guys tend to hide it better than girls do. We ordered drinks and after chatting for a few minutes, he admitted to being nervous and drinking a few before he had gotten to the bar. He then asked me if I ever smoke when I drink (only when I am drinking A LOT); apparently this is a downfall of his. We moved to a table outside where we talked about moving to AZ, our jobs, family and his kids. If you had never met him before, you would have thought he was an actual smoker from all the ones he lit up in the hour we were there.
Now, I know what my alcohol limits are, especially when I am driving. Being the responsible one, I made sure to stop at three and I ordered them all in rocks glasses just to keep myself on the safe side. When I had finished my third drink, he asked if I was sure I didn't want another one. For being a cop, you'd think he'd have an issue with someone drinking too much and driving home - apparently not. I politely declined, but after he asked me a third time, it got annoying. Pretty sure I was speaking English! He then had the nerve to ask if I wanted to go to a bar closer to his house so he could drink more and then just stumble home. I'm sorry, but I would have to be out of my mind to go to a bar by his house, drink more and then attempt to drive home. Once the conversation got to that point, I knew that the night would be coming to an end.
He reeked of cigarettes when he walked me to my car. He asked for a hug good-bye and why I let him, I'm not quite sure. Apparently he thought it would be a good idea to kiss me, which of course, was absolutely disgusting, and he held onto me a little too long. His hands got a little grabby and thankfully he wasn't balanced very well and I was able to give him a nice shove. Obviously he wasn't expecting that, but somewhat got the hint. The best part is that he had the nerve to ask me again to go to the bar by his house, and when I declined, he actually asked if I wanted to go to his house. PLEASE! I almost started laughing at how stupid the whole thing was! After that, I said good-bye, got in the car and drove away.
The whole thing left a bad taste in my mouth, and that was in addition to his cigarette breath. I guess part of me expected a little more respect since he was a cop and a dad, but I was wrong.
When he text me the next morning, I ignored it in hopes that he would get the hint. Thankfully, he did.
So hopefully Garrett is the one and only ass hole I come across with this!
Round Two Goes to Chicago
I once heard that laughter adds time to your life. If that proves true, I think I have added at least a few months on thanks to Chicago. That guy sure can make me laugh, and laugh more than I have in longer than I can remember. I really should record some of our conversations so I can replay them , and of course, write about them!
I spent most of Saturday with him and he continues to be a front runner in the dating race. For one thing, I get nervous when I go out to meet him, which is my sure sign that I actually like him. He's so easy to be around and you none of our conversations are ever forced or boring. And he's not afraid to bring strangers into the conversation! When we went to see Taken 2, the cutest pair of elderly women asked if the seats next to us were taken. And so he replies, "I saved them just for you." And before they could even get out the typical "awww," he points at me and says, "and this one just followed me in from the parking lot." The joke continued on for a few minutes about how he didn't know me, and they thought it was hysterical (and so did I).
I did find out that he does have terrible aim when it comes to throwing popcorn. To pass the time, we decided to take popcorn and practice throwing it up in the air and catching it in our mouth. Naturally, that wasn't enough fun, so he decided to stand up and start throwing it to me to catch. Boy, did he have terrible aim! I don't think I caught a single piece of popcorn! When I started to give him a hard time, without missing a beat, he says, "oh, I wasn't aiming for your mouth." No, of course not...I should have known! Either way, his aim was still terrible!
Looking forward to date #3 with him.....
I spent most of Saturday with him and he continues to be a front runner in the dating race. For one thing, I get nervous when I go out to meet him, which is my sure sign that I actually like him. He's so easy to be around and you none of our conversations are ever forced or boring. And he's not afraid to bring strangers into the conversation! When we went to see Taken 2, the cutest pair of elderly women asked if the seats next to us were taken. And so he replies, "I saved them just for you." And before they could even get out the typical "awww," he points at me and says, "and this one just followed me in from the parking lot." The joke continued on for a few minutes about how he didn't know me, and they thought it was hysterical (and so did I).
I did find out that he does have terrible aim when it comes to throwing popcorn. To pass the time, we decided to take popcorn and practice throwing it up in the air and catching it in our mouth. Naturally, that wasn't enough fun, so he decided to stand up and start throwing it to me to catch. Boy, did he have terrible aim! I don't think I caught a single piece of popcorn! When I started to give him a hard time, without missing a beat, he says, "oh, I wasn't aiming for your mouth." No, of course not...I should have known! Either way, his aim was still terrible!
Looking forward to date #3 with him.....
Friday, October 5, 2012
I Think I'll Call Him Schmidt
I have been taking to a guy for over a week now and for the life of me, can't come up with a nickname for him. Sure he's from SoCal and likes the Chargers, and moved here recently from Portland, but nothing I can think of really seems to fit him. He's a pretty normal guy and we have a lot in common, so why in the world has this been so difficult?
We went out on Tuesday to my favorite local bar and had a great first date. We had spent so much time texting recently, that it took a few minutes to figure out where to start, but once we got talking, neither one of us stopped (I know, no surprise to those that know me). The rest of the night was filled with bar trivia and drinks, both of which were fantastic! We managed to make a glorious last place finish with the trivia game, but I have no problem admitting that I know nothing about Harry Potter, the middle east or which chick won the Miss America pageant two years running.
When it was time to leave, he walked me to my car, where we stood there and chuckled about the awkward first date couple a few feet away trying to say good night. It was kind of sweet watching them fumble around each other, trying to decide if they would be ending the night with just a hug. Us, on the other hand, ended the night with the most amazing first date good night kiss I have ever had. I'm not kidding - it made me forget where I was! There was nothing awkward about it and I probably could have stood there all night, had I not been right in front of the bar under the street light (yes, SD that was me thinking ahead in case he ended up being a psycho).
So needless to say, there will DEFINITELY be a second date with this one!
As for his nickname, it came to me yesterday while we were having a conversation about the show New Girl. I said, "all people have a friend like Schmidt," to which he probably regrets saying, "yeah, that would be me." So there you have it....Schmidt!
We went out on Tuesday to my favorite local bar and had a great first date. We had spent so much time texting recently, that it took a few minutes to figure out where to start, but once we got talking, neither one of us stopped (I know, no surprise to those that know me). The rest of the night was filled with bar trivia and drinks, both of which were fantastic! We managed to make a glorious last place finish with the trivia game, but I have no problem admitting that I know nothing about Harry Potter, the middle east or which chick won the Miss America pageant two years running.
When it was time to leave, he walked me to my car, where we stood there and chuckled about the awkward first date couple a few feet away trying to say good night. It was kind of sweet watching them fumble around each other, trying to decide if they would be ending the night with just a hug. Us, on the other hand, ended the night with the most amazing first date good night kiss I have ever had. I'm not kidding - it made me forget where I was! There was nothing awkward about it and I probably could have stood there all night, had I not been right in front of the bar under the street light (yes, SD that was me thinking ahead in case he ended up being a psycho).
So needless to say, there will DEFINITELY be a second date with this one!
As for his nickname, it came to me yesterday while we were having a conversation about the show New Girl. I said, "all people have a friend like Schmidt," to which he probably regrets saying, "yeah, that would be me." So there you have it....Schmidt!
Tuesday, October 2, 2012
Look What the Wind Blew In
My latest date was with a guy that we'll just call Chicago. Now, being a Packers fan makes it EXTREMELY difficult to go anywhere with a Bears fan - it's just not a natural pairing! Lucky for him, the Bears were playing the Cowboys last night, and I somehow despise them even more than the Bears! In the spirit of putting differences aside, we agreed that we would only talk about the game at hand. And without missing a beat, our server arrived to take our drink order, wearing a Clay Matthews jersey! The look on his face was priceless and I seriously thought he might ask to sit at another table. Thankfully, he was a good sport and only managed to give her the stink eye every time she walked away.
I can honestly say that I haven't laughed that much in one night, in quite some time. This guy definitely has the knack for humor and his comedic timing is pretty incredible. I think I even surprised him a few times with the one-liners I threw out there from time to time. And if you know me, you know that I have no problem holding, and often dominating a conversation - Chicago can not only hold his own, he even put me to shame at times! So I will apologize now to anyone who might get suckered into a double date with he and I....you will most likely be an observer to our conversation, so start practicing your "smile and nod" technique.
One of the best things about Chicago is that he's a pretty impressive athlete, but not in the "I lift weights and like to stare at myself in the mirror" kind of way. He's into running, biking and loves to hike with his dog Meeka. I'm envious of some of the races he has done here and in Chicago, so it gave us a lot to talk about. Who knows, maybe I will go out on a limb and take a run with him one of these days.
We talked about everything from his love of horror movies and zombie killings to our families and how we both ended up in Arizona. It was all going well until my "security detail" text me to check in for the night......
.....now Chicago is a natural comedian and did stand-up and improv back in college, so he felt it necessary to "help" in responding back to my security detail (which really is just my two closest friends watching out for me, which I am SO thankful for). I had started out responding earlier in the night that things were going well. It was not MY fault that he changed my story:
Me: Okay, you might have to save me
SD: Why?!
SD: What?!
SD: Hello?!
Apparently, I had paused too long after my text....
Me: You don't even want to know
SD: Do I have to come get you?
SD: Are you home yet? Or Still at Zipps
Me: Neither (which was a TOTAL lie - I had not left the bar yet)
SD: His place?!?!?!?
SD: What do you mean "save you?" Hello?!?!?!
After that, the texts to her were about the food and other random observations, at which point, I got a phone call from the second member of my SD (her phone is archaic and takes FOREVER to respond back to text messages). After convincing her that things were good, I was still at the bar and was going home soon, it was determined that I would be on Starbucks detail the rest of the week in hopes of ensuring my survival from the ass kicking coming from them the following morning. I will probably be apologizing to my friends for a while on this one. Haha
Even though he got me in deep shit with my SD, Chicago definitely has potential......good thing we have a second date in the works :)
I can honestly say that I haven't laughed that much in one night, in quite some time. This guy definitely has the knack for humor and his comedic timing is pretty incredible. I think I even surprised him a few times with the one-liners I threw out there from time to time. And if you know me, you know that I have no problem holding, and often dominating a conversation - Chicago can not only hold his own, he even put me to shame at times! So I will apologize now to anyone who might get suckered into a double date with he and I....you will most likely be an observer to our conversation, so start practicing your "smile and nod" technique.
One of the best things about Chicago is that he's a pretty impressive athlete, but not in the "I lift weights and like to stare at myself in the mirror" kind of way. He's into running, biking and loves to hike with his dog Meeka. I'm envious of some of the races he has done here and in Chicago, so it gave us a lot to talk about. Who knows, maybe I will go out on a limb and take a run with him one of these days.
We talked about everything from his love of horror movies and zombie killings to our families and how we both ended up in Arizona. It was all going well until my "security detail" text me to check in for the night......
.....now Chicago is a natural comedian and did stand-up and improv back in college, so he felt it necessary to "help" in responding back to my security detail (which really is just my two closest friends watching out for me, which I am SO thankful for). I had started out responding earlier in the night that things were going well. It was not MY fault that he changed my story:
Me: Okay, you might have to save me
SD: Why?!
SD: What?!
SD: Hello?!
Apparently, I had paused too long after my text....
Me: You don't even want to know
SD: Do I have to come get you?
SD: Are you home yet? Or Still at Zipps
Me: Neither (which was a TOTAL lie - I had not left the bar yet)
SD: His place?!?!?!?
SD: What do you mean "save you?" Hello?!?!?!
After that, the texts to her were about the food and other random observations, at which point, I got a phone call from the second member of my SD (her phone is archaic and takes FOREVER to respond back to text messages). After convincing her that things were good, I was still at the bar and was going home soon, it was determined that I would be on Starbucks detail the rest of the week in hopes of ensuring my survival from the ass kicking coming from them the following morning. I will probably be apologizing to my friends for a while on this one. Haha
Even though he got me in deep shit with my SD, Chicago definitely has potential......good thing we have a second date in the works :)
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