paul, i'm cheating on you

What a funny weekend. It started off with getting only four hours of sleep on Friday night. Perhaps it was the anticipation of The Date or maybe...well, I have no idea what else it could have been. I think I have only been on two "real" dates. I'm typically the "let's hang out" kind of person, where a friendship is established first and a connection is made before we decide that we want to hang out on our own. A friend said he's never been friends before dating. With me, I've never dated first before being friends. I have to be sure that there is mutual enthusiasm in getting to know one another.

Saturday morning. 8:30 a.m.: Working out at the Y with Queencie, Kevin and Manus. Doing funny ab exercises and keeping an eye out for old ladies who give us tips on lifting weights. Basketball game...Q and M vs. me and Kevin...game's in favor of the opposing team. Darn.

11:30 a.m.: Trip to Jamba Juice and Nordstrom Rack with Q

1:00 p.m.: Go home to meet up with mom and dad who are in town for a wedding. The mail is there already and I get a letter from C. I'm surprised...pictures are enclosed and he looks exactly the same. I tell my parents about The Date and mom tells me that dad was sooo quiet when they first met and she was surprised that he asked her out. Dad...quiet?! Amazing...I'm winding down very quickly and nap for half an hour.

4:00 p.m.: Shopping at Ranch 99 and dinner at Taco Bell with Q. I'm feeling really queasy inside. Nerves, I think.

6:00 p.m.: The Date picks me up, right on the dot. I took Alonso's advice, wore my hair in a ponytail.

Let's slow things down...he's more talkative in person than on the phone, thank goodness, but I'm still not feeling it. Maybe I'm expecting too much and just want that immediate connection right away. I feel comfortable enough with him, but it's just kind of awkward when there are silent moments. Lack of sleep also slows me down a bit. We talked about schooling, church, family, hobbies...the typical...he's a really nice guy and there was nothing that made me dislike him. But there was also nothing that made me REALLY like him either.

One thing I liked about him...he walks fast and he maneuvers around slow walkers rather than staying behind them. I give him points for that. At the Metreon, who do I see but my beloved kickboxing instructor from the first school that we checked out...the young guy who goes to City College with the cute smile. My dreamboat. How ironic that I was in the one situation where I would be unable to talk to him. If I were with anyone else, I would walk up to him and say hi. I couldn't believe it. That was my high for the evening. Is that sad?

Movie kind of stinks...[tapioca] drinks after (YUM) and then I'm home by 10:40 p.m. I apologize for not being able to stay out longer because I'm just so tired. Plus I have two friends (Paul and Kit) arriving from Sac at 11. On the way home, my cell rings. I assume it's Kit telling me where he is...nope. It's Stephen. Again, one of the rarities in life occuring in the one situation where I can't talk.

Actually I take back my highlight...the unforgettable part is just beginning...