The Young One

I’m starting to wonder if blogging only about past, present and future dates may not be a bit limiting. My days are filled with so many little struggles, triumphs and questions that sometimes I want to just write it all down. So this is kind of a disclaimer: There will be more blogs but they won’t all be about dating. If anyone has an issue please feel free to write me and tell me so. All feed back is appreciated as it helps me hone my writing skillz (that’s right….I spelled it with a Z. whatcha gon’ do ‘bout it?)

I haven’t blogged in a while because my next subject (read: next in the long line of guys I “hung out” with) is not that interesting. The situation just kind of fizzled out on it’s on this year and there isn’t a whole lot to say but I’ll give it a try.

When I first met the YoungOne I never imagined we would still be friends even to this day. I use the term friends very loosely because it’s kind of like a MySpace/Facebook only type of friendship. You know what I’m talking about right? You know so and so from some random place (the bar) or not so random place (the high school years you are trying to forget) and you add them because you at some point in your lives had a connection. That’s how it is with the YoungOne.

I’ll set the scene…the girls and I were at our usual spot drinking our usual fare and discussing, as girls do, what we find attractive in a guy. The girls were busting my balls because I have a thing for Gingers. I don’t know what it is about a guy with flaming red hair that sets my heart a flutter but 7.39 times out of 10 it always happens. So in walks the YoungOne, he’s a little shorter than me but he’s built like a hockey player with a drinking habit, stocky and solid but with a little bit of belly. It wasn’t his stunning physique that caught my eye, oh no….it was that slight hint of red in his otherwise golden hair. The girls could tell that I was smitten and were making a scene by elbowing me and cat calling…He notices that we are all staring at him as he walks by and he stops and smiles. I jokingly say “hey if you wanna make out meet me downstairs in 5 min” (leave me alone I was 2 or 3 pints in) He asked if I was serious and I said yeah why not? And he responded “Then why bother waiting 5 minutes, lets go now!” I had to laugh because he was so exuberant….so I did what I know you would have all done….I went downstairs. When I met him downstairs we ended up talking and that’s when I found out that he was 23, the same age as my youngest sister. He was cute, and funny, and eager…so basically everything a potential boyfriend should be. But his age bothered me. I mean what was I going to have in common with someone who was 7 years younger than me? I’ll tell you what…nothing. So I kissed him and thanked him for making my night and went back upstairs to the girls who were waiting with all sorts of questions. I gave them gory details and we left it alone. I thought that would be the end until I was leaving the bar and the YoungOne appeared and asked me if he could come home with me. Now, I’ll tell you that I have a very big rule; I don’t let new people know where I live. I have no desire to have people stalking me so when he asked I told him no way. He asked if he could walk me to my car and I agreed to that, more to get him off my case than anything else. So he walked me to my car and we talked for a little while and he again asked if he could follow me home. At this point I was thinking it was a little too much. I gain said no and he agreed it was probably a good idea for him to go home without involving me in his evil plans. He asked for my phone number and swore that he would call me within a few days for an actual date. I laughed because I’ve never been the girl that gets asked out on dates. I’m the ‘hey lets date the friend of a friend’ girl so the idea of an honest to goodness date was at that point laughable (keep in mind I hadn’t started my online dating site adventures). So we parted ways with a quick kiss and I thought to myself ‘I’ll never see him again’ but I did…

Don’t get too excited, the deal on the first date will come in the next blog. But rest assured it was the first date to end all first dates! The most amazing night of my life! I’m kidding…