I tried to follow out the gentle looking guy who seemed to admire my comments...
I tried to follow out the gentle looking guy who seemed to admire my comments. I made small talk and asked which day the next class was. He answered the question smiled and walked away. The second time he has followed me out commented on the weather and gone away. It's too bad because he's cuter then my ex who I was on my way to visit. Poor choice. I showed up with a list of things I wanted from him: a back rub, computer talk and a cute picture of the two of us. I walked in with my phone ready to take the picture and I found a ticket stub to Umphrey's McGee. His (internet-guys) favorite band. I forgot about the picture and anything else. I took a picture of the ticket stub and sent it to him and told him that I was listening to it. He sent back something but it was in picture mode, I guess my camera phone won't accept picture messages from him. I bet that means he can't accept... no silly me he got the picture I sent. It would be funny to send him a naked picture of myself and write that it is a naked picture that he can't view because our phones don't work that way, when in fact he would be looking at my picture hehehe. Evil to try and innocently send, whatever you wanna call it, I am hesitating with the p-word because I don't like to think of myself as a person who would do that.
So yeah there I was a ball on my ex's couch, much like I have been before. Like when my sister died, but never before over a guy. Good thing we both know it would never work between the two of us. Otherwise how would he cope with me crying over other men. Poor thing.
So we did dinner and movies on the couch.
I e-mailed the other guy from the dating site, that is almost everyday and a pretty good distraction. He is some work-out buff guy, so I am sure is only time before he realizes that I am really focused on my exercise program, just not the eating program that goes with it. At which point I will be dumped and no harm no foul. I will just need another distraction before that day comes. But its kinda far away, he's pretty into the whole graduate school thing. Some guys are, I guess its like girls being into the big muscles thing.
So next weekend I am going on a blind-date to a pumpkin fest. With all the internet pictures floating around I haven't been on a truly blind date since... okay I have never before been willing to go on a blind date.
