So, there's this guy I like

So, there is this guy I like. You remember my talking about him earlier. The one who I am slightly obsessed with. The one that causes me to bust my ass in heels in front of large groups. Anyway, I invited him to the Lobos v. BYU game. He came with me. It was great-I thought. But this guy-he's the one who was fucked over by his fiance, (she just left him one day with no reason) he's completely freaked out about kissing me-well, kissing, in general. While he's made it quite clear that he'd like to have sex with me, he then makes some comment that "kissing is the most intimate thing people can do" and totally kiss blocks my subtle kiss "lean in." (By the way, he told me he totally hates people who do the finger quotation thing in the air while they are talking. Which, of course, makes me totally paranoid, because I do that from "time to time."). So, this guy doesn't want to kiss me because it's "too intimate." Who the fuck is this guy? Pretty Woman? Writing all this down makes it seem even MORE ridiculous but I REALLY liked him. I know, I'm an idiot. But it totally kills me that he owns every Peanuts episode on DVD and plays the James Bond soundtrack while he puts on a tux.
I don't go for bad boys-just tortured geminis who leave late night voicemails on my answering machine that say, "I like you much more than I am prepared to like you." And then the next time you talk to them say, "I was pretty intoxicated and I don't remember much of that conversation." Jesus H! Did I mention that he's a gemini? Me and K say "run for the hills" whenever we meet one because they'll fuck with your head. And not intentionally. That's the worst part. If you're the type that needs to "know what's going on," then stay the fuck away from geminis. They will totally make you go insane. I've even gone so far as to say that I believe Gemini men are the cockroaches of the dating world-because they are the only ones left to date after the "everyone is married now" fallout.
However, maybe he didn't want to kiss me because I told him he was pretty damn old after he said all the college football cheerleaders look like little kids.
So, I had an epiphany the other day: I've recently come out of a six year relationship; I am not prepared to enter the dating world (even if I could remember how) and I am much better off just learning how to not kill my plants. Will let you know how this plan goes. I AM NOT GETTING CATS!!!!

my thoughts exactly...

My main going-out girlfriend, K, is now seeing someone; which means I am not seeing much of her anymore. She's one of those taurean women that totally gets lost in the guy. Yeah, it sucks out loud. The guy that she is seeing, S, is one of those shy, asocial, musician types who falls in love too quickly, and hence gets mowed over by every girlfriend he has. He told K that he loved her after a week. A week! That's totally nuts to me. He also eats his fries with a spoon. He is referred to at work and "spoon fry guy." My brother actually went to HS with him. He says he was super weird back then, too. People don't really ever change.So, needless to say, Santa Fe night life has been missing me. Yeah, right. After 5 months here, I am starting to see the same people over and over again. The guys that I scroll through on match.com when I am bored at work-yeah, I see them all over town. However, I think the pickup line, "so, how long have you been on match.com? I like the part about you being a "restauranteur," loving your mother and liking to dance to funk music in your kitchen all VERY interesting" could come off as a little scary. It would totally freak me out if some stranger came up to me and knew shit about me. Which is why I will never show my face on match.com. Actually, visiting match.com just makes me more depressed, because if those are the guys to pick from, I'm gouging my eyes out. I feel terrible now. It's just that so many of them look like serial killers.All I hear from native Santa feans is that"it's so hard to meet people here if you're single." Great. That's always what I like to hear. It's also what I've heard in every single place I've lived. People think its the place. I think it's much more accurate to say, "oh you're almost 30? Well, good luck, cause you have an expiration date fastly approaching." Yes, that date on which, once passed, you go from cute, professional single goddess to "that old cat lady." That is why I am never getting a cat again. I don't know if this is also why, when I go to the grocery store, I refuse to push the big cart. I always get the smaller cart or the hand-held basket-which cuts off circulation to your hands if you put anything other than bread and cheese into it. However, I will take the pain over looking like a soccer mom-or an old cat lady.

it's been a while

Both for this post and since I've had any real romantic stimulus. Actually, it's only been a month-but that can feel like forever.
Ok, so there's the other guy I am still keeping in touch with-me and K call him "nature boy." My first (and only) date with nature boy- we picked vegetables in his garden for dinner. In Pecos. In the dark. And he told me that he caught and skinned a rattlesnake earlier that day that was hiding under his house. Later he ate it. He sculpts granite. He has water barrels all around his house that catch the rain. He has a compost. As for me, I will throw my Kettle One vodka bottle into my neighbor's recycling bin every now and then-but that's about it. I felt like such a recycling imposter around him. I mean, I get that recycling guilt-you know, that guilt of throwing something away you know is recycle-worthy. Isn't that enough?
It was actually a really good meal, though. However, we had two bottles of wine-I got really close to drunk and spilled my glass of red wine on his ex-girlfriends rug. How I find THE rug that might actually have some sort of sentimental value is beyond me.
Actually, I didn't quite get that right. NOT his ex-girlfriend. His present "friend with benefits" person. He says they "see other people." "It's very confusing." "It's something that has just taken a long time to end." Hmmm. I got out of my 6 year relationship because it was so complicated and difficult. Now I see complicated and difficult coming from two different guys and I'm thinking, is there any other sort of flavors out there? Or, probably the "healthier" question would be, "why am I ATTRACTING this type of situation still?" That, my friends, would be the complicated, difficult, impossible type of situation. However, I'm slowly forming this theory that there are no uncomplicated beginnings in relationships. I'll let you know if I find any exceptions. Boiling it all down: Taurus women suck out loud at not thinking about relationships.