Are You Kidding Me?

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.

So, I had a pretty good date last night. I think there may actually be normal guys out there! But we’ll see, it might be too early to tell. But so far, so good. Although I was a little weary about going downtown because of a recent horrible robbery/murder that happened there last week, we only stayed downtown for a few hours then came back into town and spent the rest of the time close to home.

I’ll update more about the date later. We’re going out again tonight and he’s coming to pick me up in about 20 minutes.

Plus, I have a few stories to update about creepy customers that have been coming into the store. I think the weirdos are out in March!

It’s no secret that I hate grocery shopping. I hate how big the stores are, how crammed they are, and I really hate getting hit by carts or being stuck behind a woman pushing a stroller AND a cart that feels the need to take up the whole aisle.

So today, I tried to get in and get out as quickly as I could. Of course, it was packed. Why it was packed at one in the afternoon, I have no idea.

So the second most thing I hate about grocery stores is when someone else bags my groceries. I like to do it myself, because I like to leave with the least amount of bags possible. Sometimes the baggers will put one or two items in a bag and I find myself carrying 10 bags out of the store when I only bought 7 things.

So today, I go in line and notice there is an old man bagging. I never tell anyone I’ll do it myself, I just let them bag it and rearrange everything once I get to my car.

I have to say, I was thoroughly impressed. I think I may have had the Bagger of the Year. This man, who was probably about 80 years old, crammed everything I bought into three bags. I was a little worried that he’d add another bag, but he didn’t. He filled those bags so full that I thought they were going to rip apart before I got to my car. And you know what?

It was great.

So I’d like to applaud the cool old man bagger I received today. I’m sure he manages to piss some people off when their groceries spill out all over the street from things being crammed in too tight, but for me, he was perfect.

I think I’m in love.

So, today at work I see this truck pull up (it’s still dark outside) and I half-notice someone staring at me from their truck. Even though people can see me inside, I can’t see too well when it’s still dark, so I didn’t think anything of it. After awhile this person got out of their truck and came inside. Figures, it was the Smooth Talker.

As I silently rolled my eyes to myself, I watched as he picked up items from around the store, while staring at me and smiling at the same time. When he came up to the counter, I said my customary greeting and asked him how his new roommate was working out.

He says, “It’s not, she decided she would rather cheat on me then be serious with me.”

Of course I don’t believe him, he always plays the pity party - that’s what his game is, to get girls to feel sorry for him.

So I laughed at him and told him he was full of it. He told me how he was buying the house next door to his and I asked him if he was going to store all his women in it. He laughed and said ‘No, just you, if you want it.’

Then he starts telling me that he really wanted it to work out between us. He just kept saying that over and over again as he walked out the door, then blew me kisses until he got into his truck.

UGH. I love that the weather is getting nicer, but hate it at the same time, cause that means he’ll be working around there more. If he comes in again, I’m just going to tell him that I’m seeing someone.

On a lighter note, I have a date on Saturday with this new guy that the customer wanted to set me up with. We’ll see how it goes. As it is now, I’m not looking forward to it. Not because there’s anything wrong with him, just because I’m settled in my routine right now and don’t have much time to spare.

So, the guy that a customer wanted to fix me up with texted me today. I’ve postponed our date for almost three weeks now, because I’ve been busy. He sure is patient! He asked me if my week was any better this week and if I wanted to go out. I haven’t responded yet, I will tomorrow.

I’m much less busier this week, but now the laziness factor has come into play. I have no problem going out with him, I’d rather be home in my comfort zone though.

I’ll make plans with him for this week sometime, and whenever I think I’m not going to have a good time, I usually do. I just have to talk myself into going, since I’ve become horribly lazy.

Besides, if he waited three weeks and still wants to go out, I think that pretty cool that he didn’t get mad or frustrated. If it were me, I would have never called that person again after being put off for so long.

So, I guess I’ll update soon about the date this week.

Wow, its been a hectic week. Working sucks.

I was out driving with my friend last night, and I was telling her how I’m really content right now and am so busy with this book I’m working on that I don’t have time to date. And I really mean it. I mean, sometimes people say they are happy being single but are just saying that until someone comes along, but I seriously am happy and content.

I don’t have to worry about arguing with someone, or ‘checking in’ with someone, or anything like that. I can do what I want and am free to go out with whoever I want.

So today, a cute guy that I’ve known for awhile asked if I wanted to go out sometime. I told him that I’m really busy right now, but when I have time I’d love to get together.

Before, I would have jumped at the chance to go out with this guy. But now, I’m so tired and worn out from shitty relationships, that I’m done and don’t want to deal with it anymore.

So maybe I passed up a chance to have something good, but right now, I’m more focused on myself and other things, and I would rather be alone.

Besides, when Angi and I write our bestselling book, why would I want to share my millions with anyone else?