Received a fabulous invite for tonight from Mr. PhD in psychology (ooooohh fascinating!) to meet him at a concert over at a nearby casino by my house. He’s going with a few friends and invited me yesterday. It sounded so terrific when he invited me! I was actually even a little excited to meet him and to go to the concert!
…so now that my daughters have gone with Jack Ass (OMG…sorry….that was rude) their inconsiderate, selfish, boorish, arrogant, douche bag of a father for the evening… (oops…really sorry…geesh…I gotta get it out SOME where!!)…..WHY am I sitting here with a glass of Cab, writing in our blog?
I mean, wasn’t the whole point of this blog to get my sorry ass back into the dating world? …to force myself to have to get involved in dating and make some kind of effort, even if only just to have something to write about??!! Yes, it was.
So, right at this very moment, I should be tearing through my closet, desperately trying to find the perfect outdoor concert outfit, which is also appropriate “first date” wear as well. Cute, but not childish or teen-agey, sexy, but not slutty, casual, but not sloppy…something that with lots of effort, appears effortlessly thrown together as if I’ve not a care in the world that I’m having a first date, first face-to-face meeting ever with Mr. Handsome PhD guy…
Right now I’m feeling the dating-intrigue- fatigue similar to one of my favorite movie quotes:
“I’ve had three lovers in the past four years, and they all ran a distant second to a good book and a warm bath”.
(Dorothy Boyd in Jerry Maguire)
So…….Why am I not? After Mr Pushy (text only), Mr. Lingerer (2 dates(one date too many and 5 gazillion texts), Mr. Sorry but You Could Be My Father (One lovely date and several requests for another thus far), and Mr Favorite (I-hope-like-hell-you’re-not-a-total-freak/text only) have I already lost my appetite for this kind of slow destruction? Have I seriously already exhausted myself of this excitement-to-futility-in-one-date intrigue? Already??!!!! OMG….if so, then I not only just plain SUCK, but I am a disgrace to the Ka!Pau! race(errr…blog) as well!!
This is an ideal first-date activity invite, from a guy who looks handsome in his pictures, is appropriately aged in my age group; who is intelligent and well educated, capable of interesting conversation, and shares a similar taste as I in music. WTF is my problem?? Like I’ve anything on earth better to do tonight!
Pau!….ARE YOU OUT THERE???
I wish you were here to kick my ass into gear…to sit here while I tear through my closet and we laugh till we cry about the million terrible,(but hysterically funny to us), things that might happen or be said…
…to look at the goody two shoes outfit I’ll pick out, giggle right in my face, and then force me into something just a teensy bit sexier…
…and then shove me out the door and say, Have fun….I won’t wait up!
…I KNOW! I need Red Bull…. Red Bull gives you wings, right? Yaayyyy…off for a few Red Bulls…