Dating Outlook

Recently, I was having a “girls night” complete with pj’s, makeup and foot scrub, when it was crashed by a bunch of guys raring to play beer pong. One of whom just so happens to be an “ex” for lack of a better word…. we were never quite official. This “ex” has an ego big enough for its own area code. This “ex” also has a girlfriend… or, ahem, apparently now the group refers to her as the (insert more derogatory term for “friend w/benefits” here… I’ll give you a hint– it rhymes with chuck fuddy).

Though a little painful (I really liked this one, okay!) …the kind of pain you feel when you’re getting blood drawn–nothing unbearable but annoying nonetheless and you’re reminded of it the rest of the day by that stupid makeshift band-aid that’s really just a piece of gauze taped to your arm hair.

Anyway, awkwardness was averted due to forced civil contact, thankfully… but I couldn’t help but notice his not-so-subtle attempts to get noticed. On not one but two–count them–TWO separate occasions I came downstairs, otherwise known as the scene of the beerpong festivities, and was obviously in search of something (first I was lookin for a couple of my galpals, another time a vacuum…it was a party, what do you expect when there are drunk people and breakables around?) and he literally stood up, made eye contact with me and said, “I’m right here…. hey. Sandy. I’m right here.”

TWICE. HE SAID THIS on TWO separate occasions…

??

I was not looking for him. Either time. Irritating… especially since this is the same guy who randomly will hit and run me on myspace just to continue in the game playing… Is he trying to see if I’ll bite? Well watch out honey, Sandy’s ’bout to get rabid…

Everyone knows that long-distance sucks.

About three months ago, when I was visiting my hometown in the midwest (I currently live in SoCal) I sorta fell for this guy who did everything right. We’ve been keeping in contact every couple of weeks and this morning’s conversation revolved around my next visit…in about two weeks for my mother’s birthday.

Mom contends that she’d be happy to forfeit time spent with me if it means I’m off spending time with a suitable gent. Especially if it (as she crosses her fingers) means I’d fall madly in love and maybe, just maybe make my way home (or at least to Chicago).

I’m a little nervous…anxious…full of anticipation. Part of me really wants to have a great follow-up second date…another part of me is scared to death and wants to avoid the situation altogether. Honestly, I wonder if it’s worth pursuing at all… he’s stuck where he is as he’s a teacher and also finishing up his master’s degree. And truth be told, I’m in a pretty comfortable spot myself.

I don’t really have a reason to leave San Diego …yet.