Wha ha happened?

I've been a solitary soul for the last two years.  I'm used to doing my own thing. To going on one date with a man and immediately knowing that it wasn't going to work out.  I've posted a number of blogs about horrible dating situations, and used my romantic escapades as humorous anecdotes to entertain my friends and family, and even strangers while performing stand up sets.  I hear sweet stories from friends about their significant others being romantic, and I awww while making puking sounds.  I guess, in a nutshell...I'm a 15 year old boy when it comes to matters of the heart.  So, I'm going to be honest and say that I am currently befuddled and maybe smitten.  Which to laymen would be really amazingly awesome, but to those who are acquainted with me know is slightly awkward and complicated.

I'm not gonna whine about how I got to this slightly off centered view of love and hearts and cupids.  I'm not gonna list the umpteen jerk faces that have damaged me.  We all have those, and we all deserve better. Done. Awesome. But I am gonna tell you a fabulous tale of two people becoming reacquainted and going on two very lovely dates.  And the reason I'm befuddled and maybe smitten.

The cute boy who asked me out on a date for Friday picked me up at 8, after I finally broke down and allowed him to know where I live.  Usually I meet someone out for a first date, but I thought, 'To hell with it.  My friends all know him so if I end up getting chopped to pieces, they'll know who to blame.' Yep.  I'm a psycho.  He picked me up in a convertible after I had just washed and styled my hair...AND I DIDN'T MIND. Usually, I'm a control freak, but it was just so nice to see him, and it didn't hurt that he had brought me a GRAPHIC NOVEL and a metal bookmark with an inspiring quote from Thoreau on it in lieu of flowers. SCORE!

We went to dinner and had sake, sushi, and some laughs.  Then came decision time...would the date be extended or would we part ways?  We ended up drinking half a bottle of wine on my patio until 1am. The first kiss was awkward, but amazing. (He said, "Gimme some sugar, baby" and kissed me. Swoon!)  I didn't fall asleep until 2:30, and had to be up and ready for a baby shower early the next morning.  I was in a haze. Chopping tomatoes for a salad, I was humming and cheerful...texting him with tomato gooed hands. I felt like I was 15, only a female fifteen year old who wanted to scribble his name on my notebook and be an idiot.  So, we made plans for later that day.

We went to the comic book store that I frequent, and wasted some time and money there. Then dinner, and  a kids dance show.  One of my favorite girls asked if we were dating.  I said yes.  She said she approved. Since then there have been a series of emails back and forth, and I'm starting to get the hang of it.  He's been so open about liking ME, for me, and I just really like him back. I'm still scared, and still worried about losing the fiercely independent me that I have grown to love over the past 2 years. Concerned with how I'm going to allow someone into the finely tuned scheduling that has been my romantically isolated life. But I'm willing to try it out. I'm pretty sure there has been a significant change in me from just two dates, so who knows what the future may bring.

Eh.  Three serious blogs in a row.  I'm slipping!