Single Steve

I was in long debate as to whether or not I was going to write something about this, but decided, what the hell. Actually I jokingly said to the girl that this is kind of about that I was going to write a blog about this, and she insisted that I did. Hmmmm…. Maybe it’s one of those girl traps? Where they say “Yeah honey, I don’t care if we watch ’3 ninjas’ instead of ‘P.S. I love you’, why don’t you pick”. When they actually mean, ” If you fucking pick the movie with 3 ninja kids named Rocky, Tum Tum and Colt, I’m going to spit into your mouth tonight while you’re sleeping”.

This big debate was because I’m pretty sure in me writing this blog, is going to in turn “C” block myself. It’s not that I’m even writing anything bad or negative about this person, in fact I have nothing but great things to say. It’s just that I’m an honest person, and even more so in my blogs. So when I sit down to write I’m not really sure what’s going to come out, and I’m concerned that the stuff that might come out might set off some red flags for this person if they were to read the blog. But then again, maybe it would be good if something she read did set off a flag because that’s how it actually is, that’s the truth. You follow what I’m throwing down?

*for the purposes of this blog I’m going to be real vague so she can keep her anonymity

It’s about an “event” that happened. I say event, because I’m not sure if it was a date or just two friends hanging out. I’m not even sure if I would even know if I was on a date or not. Me, not know if it’s a date or not is completely my fault. I’m real bad at establishing myself as the “dating potential” on their radar, I am however, real good at establishing myself as the “funny non sexual non threatening” friend. It’s what I do. Ask the many girls who are my friends who are not threaten that I would attempt to “do” them. Which is fine, and actually preferred. I’m borderline gay friend for many girls. I’m just saying.

GET TO THE POINT. Fine. I will. Basically I met this girl, kind of randomly at a professional thing. Which I never do. I don’t just meet people. I have never met anyone at bar. Ever. True Story. But I digress, I met this girl, and by meet, I mean I got her first and last name, then facebook stalked her a few weeks later. Pa-tay-toe, Pa-tah-toe.

I could just tell she was a cool chick when she made some reference to “nothing gets between me and my ice cream”, that’s a girl I want to party with.

Yada yada yada, about 5 months later we now email back in forth like little school girls, and I enjoy it. You know it’s all very exciting, that whole getting to know you phase, but I feel like that phase is usually done via these things called “dates”.

This is why I was concern-icous I was rapidly slipping into the super friend zone. Which would be fine, this girl and I would be (are?) great friends. She awesome. In fact she’s so awesome I think her and I would work out dating wise. So we all have list of characteristics we would like our “ideal” person to have right, I’ve got one of those, I guess, and it’s got the generic:
-nice

-funny

-smart

-showers

-yada yada yada

But some items on my list that YOU probably don’t know are:
-never to old for mom jokes, or “that’s what she said”

-must be “busy”

*I’m really busy every day every week, and if I don’t date a girl that’s busy she’ll

just be upset I never have time for her. And usually busy is good, if she’s busy that means she’s doing something with her life.

-I want to be ZING-ed, I want to be put into my place, comically.

- I’ve historically only dated Caucasian girls, but my mom has dreams of little Mexican grand kids. So if I could date a Mexican girl that looks white I think I could combine best of both worlds?

What I’m trying to say is, I like her.

So somehow I got the “courage” to ask her out on a one on one outing. I’m not saying date because one, I did it via text message or email, and two my wording was something to the extent of “we should go exploring this weekend”. Maybe she thought it could be a date?

My intent was to see if we could make a date, but wouldn’t be against just two friends hanging out having a good time.

So picked her up, we went to a fantastic Italian place. Had a great dinner and a good bottle of wine. Conversation at dinner was good, but I felt more reserved than I usually am. A little fun fact: I love public speaking, can talk to a crowd of 100 people with no problem. BUT I have ridiculous difficulties talking to one girl one on one. I stutter, say unfunny things, and I don’t look them in the eyes. I’m intimidated for some reason. I find myself thinking what is this attractive girl doing out with me. It’s a weird self confidence issue. I’m extremely confident in my ability to one day be president of the earth, but weirdly shy about my body, looks and ability to score hot chicks. Luckily the bottle of wine was kicking in.

After dinner we took a stroll down to wine bar just down the way, had another bottle of wine or two? Yeah basically we were both a little drunky town. It was great. I fear I might have over stepped into her bubble, at the point when I started giving martial advice. Say whaaaaaa. This young lady was previous married, now divorced and back in the game. Well I don’t know if she’s back in the game or not. But at some point the conversation turned to what a wreck her marriage was, and I was chiming in giving my two cents, like I know what it’s like to be married. I feel like before this night that issue was a very taboo, don’t talk about it, off limit, personal topic. But that night I was giving her a 12 point list as to why she’s better than the guy she married, and what to do next time. Hahaha! Because I know what to do. Oh booze.

Night was going really good. Walk here to the front door……….. as were making a little kissy faces, things were going great, fantastically in fact, I was just thinking what a great kisser she was, when she pulls away, stares with a blank almost sobering stare, and quietly ask “Are you going to be awkward?”

WHAT!? So I don’t speak “girl”, and I didn’t bring my magic decoder ring with me that night, but what does that mean when that’s the thought that’s going through a girls head while your kissing her in her front door? We do work together professional on some things, so I can see her issue for concern, but it was probably the last thing I was thinking at that moment in time. So with out thinking I respond with “pshhhhh me?? Awkward? No way. Are YOU going to be awkward?” Without letting her respond I immediately started kissing her again. Night ended well. A little more drunky pants than I was expecting, but a great time none the less. Hoping to do it again?

What are your thoughts?
Maybe I over analyzed the situation, but thats fine. I’m optimistic, but I always am.