Are You Kidding Me?

So, I decided to go to Target to do some shopping for things to send to Angi for a box of goodies that she’s sending over to her friend in Iraq.

I figured that since it was 10am that it wouldn’t be too busy because really, most people should be at work on a Friday morning.

Yeah, I was totally wrong.

I should have turned back around and went home when I saw the parking lot filled, but I figured I’d need to get over my anger towards crowds and decided to park.

Not only did people race down the aisles to steal parking spots from me, other people were backing out and not looking while kids ran carelessly down the lot.

After 15 minutes I finally found a spot and went inside. It was the exact same as outside.

People were cutting me off with their carts, blocking aisles and many decided that once they saw me looking at something, they had to stand RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME and look at the same thing.

I tried to quickly make my way through the store, but these women and their carts were everywhere. As soon as I grabbed my last item (which happened to be a big bag of kitty litter), I frantically searched for the checkout lines.

Once I spotted them, I maneuvered my way over, while continuously getting blocked by these strange cart people. It’s like they didn’t want me to leave the store. They wanted me to become one of them - zombie-like while pushing their carts robotically down each aisle.

I was tempted to throw my bag of cat litter at them just so I could get through, but then I saw an opening and took it.

Once I made it to the checkout counter, I was greeted by ‘Flo’, who didn’t look so friendly herself. I kind of felt like the girl in Michael Jackson’s Thriller video, where everywhere you turned there was another one of them monsters.

Flo wasn’t too friendly to me, and I wasn’t in the mood, and just when I was about to ask her if she was having a bad day or something, she completed ringing up my purchases and let me go.

Once again, I was out in the bright sun-filled parking lot. I think I actually ran to my car but of course, before I reached it, some truck had to cut me off to pull into the parking spot next to mine.

Screw Target. I think I’ll become one of those crazy cat ladies that gets everything delivered to her at home.

I haven’t really used it much lately anyways, but Today.com is making us get rid of our Entrecard widget, so that means no more dropping on my site.

It doesn’t really affect me since I barely used it at all for the past few months, but I went and cancelled the pending ads that were on there. So if you requested to be placed on my site, sorry! I don’t think I’ll be deleted my Entrecard account, so I’ll still drop on the three blogs I drop on almost every day. (We Sleep For Dreaming, Things Men Say, and Philly Today).  See? I told you I didn’t drop much.

I know there are some Today.com bloggers that are upset about it, and I understand because Entrecard is where a lot of their traffic came from.

Oh well, all good things must come to an end, right?

So far things are going pretty good with the current guy. We still see each other 3-4 times a week and soon it’ll be a month since we first went out.

I think I may have actually found a nice guy…is it possible there are still some out there?

It’s nice to look forward to seeing someone and know that they actually look forward to seeing me too. I hate playing games in the first stages of dating, and many men seem to do that. Girls do too, but I don’t think as bad as some men do.

I mean, I’m 31 years old, have dated a lot, and at some point I’ve gotten really sick of games. If I like someone or they like me, then why is it so bad to just tell them? Or why do we have to wait a ‘certain amount of days’ before calling each other in the beginning. Who cares? If you like someone, do what you feel. If it scares them away, then they weren’t right for you anyways and it’d probably fail later on down the road.

Am I right?

So, my sister and I were driving around the other day. She drove me around to show me some condos she was interested in looking at. It was the night before St. Patrick’s Day and we noticed two motorcycle cops pulling tons of people over. (We had driven down the road a few times to check these condos out).

So I decided that I wanted a peanut butter milkshake, and we stopped to get one in the drive-thru.

After she pulls out, we see these two motorcycle cops on the side of the road talking to each other. She passes them, and 10 seconds later says that she thinks we are getting pulled over.

For what?!? I wondered.

So we get stopped, and the officer informs us that her front headlight is out.

And he also mentions that I don’t have my passenger seatbelt on.

Great.

He ends up giving my sister a warning for her headlight, yet proceeds to write me a ticket for not having my seatbelt on. He said they were specifically out tonight on a grant to catch people not wearing their seatbelts.

Damn my sister for having a headlight that was out. But in her defense, she had no clue and was even paranoid driving me home for fear of getting stopped again.

So all in all, that put a damper on our evening and we just ended up going home early.

I have no idea how much a passenger seatbelt ticket is, and I’ve been calling for 2 days to find out, but they still don’t have my ticket on file yet.

The cop also told my sister that he could have given her a ticket too because I wasn’t wearing my seatbelt and that she’s responsible for everyone in her car.

*sigh*

As I was reading through posts over at 27 Dresses in Cleveland, (her blog is hilarious, by the way), I came across:

The Love Calculator

By entering two names, someone named Dr. Love will tell you the likelihood of your relationship working out. So of course I decided to see if this Dr. Love could predict the chances of this new relationship working out, as well as some old ones.

Current Guy and Me: 58% chance of our relationship working. However, if you put in just first names, it says 0%.

Smooth Talker and Me: 45%

My Best Guy Friend (Just a friend!) and Me: 39%

Ex That Thought I Was Cheating On Him All The Time and Me: 41%

My Cat and Me: 63%

Wow, I have the best chances of a relationship with my cat. That sounds about right.

Thanks, Dr. Love. You really gave me something to think about.

Is 2 weeks too short of time for someone wanting to be your boyfriend? I might think so.

I remember I used to want a boyfriend so bad. Now? Something that should be so simple just seems to scare me.

I mean, we really have a great time together, but it’s only been two weeks. I feel like all of those many guys I dated in the past, that didn’t want to commit because it was ‘just a label’. That’s how I feel. Is the ‘boyfriend/girlfriend’ thing just a label?

We are still in the infatuation stage and once that wears off, then what? I’m so confused about dating and life sometimes. Why isn’t it ever simple? Or have I just become used to the jerks out there, that when a really nice guy comes along I want to go back to the type of guys I usually date?

Why can’t we just hang out together,… get to know each other? Now I feel it’s all weird because the ‘boyfriend/girlfriend’ thing was brought up.

So things seem to be going well with this new guy. I’ve actually been open with him, telling him how I get bored easily in a relationship because things always seem to fall into a routine.

Maybe it’s my defensives coming up when I say that, but I figured I’d tell him I get bored and see what he said. He told me that things don’t have to get boring, that there’s so much to do. And I actually believe him. Sometimes guys will just say that to make themselves seem fun, but they go back to their normal boring selves after awhile.

This guy means it though. For example, he came over yesterday. We didn’t know what to do, so we just jumped in his car and went on a mini road trip until we found a place we wanted to stop at. Most guys I’ve gone out with are worried about spending gas, or putting wear on their car. It’s finally nice to be with someone that doesn’t care about that.

We’ll see what happens. We’ve been out almost every night since our first date, and I’ve looked forward to seeing him, which is rare for me.

I stopped into work yesterday to meet up with my parents, and of course, Smooth Talker was in there. I didn’t know until he was standing right behind me, staring at me.

I asked him how he was, he said ‘Fine, I worked all night, and then they called me this morning to work this job, so I haven’t had any sleep and I feel like I’m going to pass out, but they needed me.’

So, without thinking, I said ‘Wow, you’re a wanted man’, without realizing how true this really was.

He looked at me and rolled his eyes, and then started in on his bull about missing me and wishing we could be together.

Once again, after seeing him, I was angry the whole day. I now have the whole summer to look forward to of seeing this jerk come into the store. I don’t hate him or anything, I just think he’s annoying and wish he’d go away.

But thankfully, I’ll have a distraction tonight. This new guy is taking me out…where? No idea. I just told him I needed to be distracted tonight.

And it’s weird,…we’ve seen each other almost every day now since our first date. Usually I’d be tired of a guy by now, but I actually kinda want to see him.

Went on another date last night with this current guy. He took me to a shooting range.

I haven’t been to one of those in over 13 years - the last time I went was in high school for my Outdoor Education class. So when he asked if I’d like to go with him there,  I said sure, since I’ve done it before.

When he came over to pick me up, he gave me some tips and showed me how to load and shoot a gun. As I was watching this, I got nervous and told him I didn’t want to shoot, I’d just watch him.

So we get there, I watch him shoot a few times, then he asks if I want to. Fine, I’ll try it. He gave me some more quick pointers on how to hold the thing, and then it was my turn.

I’m not sure if I hit the ceiling or the far back wall, but I sure didn’t hit the target. In fact, I wasn’t prepared for the gun to push me back a little as soon as I fired it. So I got scared again, and handed it to him right away.

I watched him a few more times, he hit the target every time. I tried again, missed again. Now there were only two bullets left and he asked if I wanted to shoot again, so I said sure. The first one I missed and the gun jammed, or misfired, whatever you call it. (I’m not too hip on gun terminology).

So on the very last shot….I actually hit the target! It was so exciting, and I brought the target home with me with the one shot I made.

What a souvenir. I so want to go back.

So about my date the other night. We had decided to go downtown to a sushi place, because I wanted to try it out. He picked me up (on time!) and brought flowers with him. Nice gesture, I love flowers.

Our date went pretty good. We talked the whole time and there was never any of that awkward silence that sometimes happens. He opened doors for me, ordered for me (because I had no clue what the hell was on the menu), paid for dinner, which was very expensive with drinks included.

After the restaurant, we decided to stop somewhere else for drinks so we could continue talking. He’s very smart, educated, cute and funny. He doesn’t SEEM to have any obvious problems, but overall, I had a great time.

I have to admit. Planning the date so far in advance (a week), I wasn’t looking forward to it. I didn’t want to go, I’d rather have sat at home, and it had nothing to do with him, I just wasn’t in the mood to go out. That’s why I like planning things at the last minute, that way I don’t have time to dread it. But I’m glad I went.

We ended up going to a movie last night. We saw The Reader. Yes, I cried. I ‘yelled’ at him for taking me to a movie where I’d cry, but he said that was better than what I wanted to see, which was Mall Cop. Of course, my first choice was Friday the 13th, but he didn’t like horror movies.

So, I guess we have plans again this weekend. I mentioned that I wanted to go to a comedy club and he did too. He’s already texted me a few times today, which is kinda nice. I used to worry that a guy wouldn’t call or text me after a date, and while they always did, I still hated that waiting game.

Now that I don’t really care whether they do or not, it’s kinda cool just looking at my phone every so often and seeing that I have a message waiting.