Ready? Aim. Fire!

Had date #2 last night with TallGuy a.k.a. Mr. Baseball. He had originally invited me to dinner at pretty much the MOST ROMANTIC restaurant in this lovely city. I was stoked, and at the same time a little nervous- this guy is definitely a heavy hitter, and this girl is not used to that! But as my luck would have it, this particular establishment is not open on Sundays. Bummer/ Phew. We opted for a nice, lower key French place in my favorite neighborhood instead. And I still went out and bought a new dress for the occasion;)And wore my “lucky coin” necklace that my nephew bought me at the dollar store. Lucky it was.

Again good date. We ended the date down the street at a little sports bar with a friendly game of Buckhunter. Mr. Basketball can handle a gun, and pretty much kicked my a*%, which to this particular girl is a very good thingJ. Remember my friend who had the equipment, but not the skills?? After our little competition he asked if he could take me out again. (smirk). I like it. But… I am really trying to do this whole dating thing, so now I have to somehow figure out how to manage the pace of this relationship… which has never been my strong suit. Any suggestions?? I tried to keep the first kiss to a respectable length… but I have to admit, when he pulled the whole hand-through-the-hair grasp, my knees buckled. This could be trouble.

I have a first date tonight with another gentleman, so I am not totally failing at this dating thing, yet.

FIRST PITCH IS GOOD!

Ha! How fitting that my last post was about Baseball- a sport I don’t really even watch, let alone play!

So an hour after my last post I received a text from Mr. Tall- “Drinks tonight?”. Sorry, but I need 24 hours notice, especially for a first date, so I politely declined and suggested the following evening. So last night we met up for drinks. And guess what? Mr. Tall happens to be an ex-Minor League Baseball player (!) And a pretty cute one too! Looks like he is just the guy to ‘help me with my swing’…! Love it!

So date #1 went well. Nice guy, we had a lot in common, and had a really nice flow to our conversation with maybe only a few slight pauses, which I think is to be expected on numero uno. I noticed I was a little nervous, and kind of fidgety, but loosened up by the second drink thankfully- and think I came across confident and fun, which is important. And in retrospect, I am extremely glad I wore a skirt and heels since the conversation consisted of a lot of sports talk and my love for the outdoors! But apparently it all worked out.. just got another text from him… “dinner tomorrow?”

So of course there is a kicker… there always is with me. He happens to be in the same industry as the last 2 men I’ve dated! I swear I don’t have a “type” but it’s starting to get worrisome. And I am positive if I asked, he’d know exactly who the last 2 were. Ugh. And the ultimate kicker.. He looks just like my Ex, but with HAIR!! Classic.

All in all though, it was a good date. I’d say I definitely got on base . So I’m feeling like it’s a good start.

HERE BATTER - BATTER

I always think Match is going to be a good idea.. It makes sense that eligible bachelor/bachelorettes with busy work/ life schedules who are tired of the bar scene and all the games that come with it, would find another way to search for love. It’s easy, convenient, and kind of fun to ‘play the field’. But then I sign up, and remember this is a game that I completely suck at.

I feel like I’ve signed up for softball again, and I am once again the catcher. Juggling pitches, trying to recall who’s on first what’s on second, all while balls are flying at my face at irrational speeds. It’s time consuming, exhausting, and after you’ve spent hours sifting through and selected those few gentleman who seem worth the time, they disappear? Like Mr. Tall who I was supposed to go out with this week, but after one text, stopped responding? Dude- you texted me, how was my “yes a drink sounds lovely” text off putting?? And this brings me to what I really hate about it. The psyche out game you end up playing with yourself.

It’s that same vicious mental conversation you hear in your head as you approach the bag to hit “Ok, you can do this, keep your eyes on the ball, elbows up, follow through.. no pressure”. You know what you are supposed to do- send an email, be witty, intriguing, but keep it simple, blah blah.. but trust me- all of that thinking can become overwhelming! I also know it takes practice, and that the more balls I try to hit the higher my numbers are going to be. Perhaps Match is just my Batting Cage of Love (yes I just used that analogy) but all I want is a few of those strong connections, where you just feel it in the bat, and watch the ball go soaring.

So far, no such luck. Feeling kinda like the girl at the end of the cages, swinging at the air… WHIFF!

But, damn it, I'm going to keep on trying, and do my best to still look good, whiffing the ball or not.

DRAMA QUEEN

I have no idea when it happened… or how long I’ve been affected. But its time I face the truth- I am a DRAMA QUEEN. Not drama drah-muh: defined as: childish self esteem games often caused by a cluster of women, I avoid that drama at all costs. I am talking good ol’ fashioned THEATRICAL DRAMA that happens when you’ve become perhaps slightly a bit self centered, and float just a little above reality.

I mean I have always slightly known.. I secretly cause and relish in drama,( I wouldn’t be writing a blog if I didn’t). It’s fun, its chaotic, it breaks up the mundane of daily drudgery… what’s not to like?? But then last week happened, and I was so caught up in my drama I may have gone a little overboard in my production of The One Man Show that is my Red Letter Life.

The Big Guy called to tell me he’d run into an old friend of mine, which was nice, and funny, and reminded me of how much I miss his voice. Since I am still currently living in Lonely Town though it affected me more than I would have liked. When he mentioned he may be thinking about a move to the other Coast, I actually got emotional . When I found out a few days later that his move was happening in 2 days(!)- I about lost it. I don’t know what came over me, but all of a sudden him moving across the country became all consuming and devastating. It was like the break up had happened all over again. I spun into a panic, HAD to see him before he left, and then sent him on his way with a book and love letter that made it sound like he was marching off to WAR! It was insanity. I bawled myself to sleep. Not wept, bawled. I was wiping tears away in meetings, on the bus, all day for two days.

Then 2 days later, as quickly as it had enveloped me, my little drama cloud disappeared. What was I thinking! Poor guy, had to deal with my drama whirlwind, when he was the one going through the big transition. He was the one moving to a whole new city, to live with his crazy sister and help out with his nephew. And what is really pathetic is: He’s only planning on being gone for 6 month! It’s really just a long vacation.

So now that the embarrassment of my production has dissipated, and I’ve sat with this news, I think I am thrilled. I kind of feel free. I can go out with our friends and not run the risk of running into him. I can date (!) and not worry that word will get back to him. I can go to our favorite neighborhood and not spend the entire time looking over my shoulder! And did I mention I can date??

Now I just have to sit with my new Drama Queen moniker, and learn to accept it, wrangle it, and perhaps only display it when the situation truly warrants it. In the meantime I am sure I can find some other exciting ways to make my life a little less dull. Stay tuned.

Drama is like life with the dull bits cut out. ~ Alfred Hitchcock

HAPPY 2011 B*TCHES!!

So dear friends and random strangers who may have happened upon my pathetic little blog- Happy New Year, Red Letter Days is back! I’m back! Not necessarily with a vengeance, but back none the less.

The topic of my little bra incident came up in the office today. The bossman is visiting J . In reading through some of my posts I realized that it is actually nice to have these recordings of the mishaps, the craziness, the mundane and all of my random adventures from 2010. Also, as I still work through the pangs of the breakup with the Big Guy, it’s nice to see where I’ve come from, and where I’m going. And I’m excited about what this year has in store for me.

So here is to a new year, a new look, and new beginnings in 2011! Bring it!