I know, it’s been a while. Too much has been going on in my real life that isn’t blog worthy, so I took a hiatus. But, here I am.
Anyways, travels with Boyfriend went quite well. They upgraded us to a beautiful suite. I convinced him to take a picture with me and the [somewhat creepy] Easter bunny. He then allowed me to post it on Facebook. And we mainly chillaxed.
Hello Readers! How are you two doing?
Ah. It’s funny because it’s true.
Anyways, I was on a staycation last week and tried to stay as unplugged as possible. Ahhhhh. So, sorry for not posting for a while (I’m not actually sorry).
First order of business: It has been decided that the possible Man TBD formerly known as Him #2 shall be referred to as “Boyfriend.” Creative, I know! Boyfriend has a dog, who is my dog boyfriend. The cats are not pleased by the smell of slobber and they show their disapproval by sleeping a lot and occasionally and furiously attacking catnip toys. Ok, so, the cats don’t care.
So I’m minding my own business yesterday when I get the notification that someone has messaged me on the dating website. I could use a break from reviewing some lengthy agreements, so I take a look:
Sigh. I roll my eyes. I complain to Dawn. I answer “no” in my head and I’m about to proceed with my life. But then I got an idea! An awful idea! 30WITHCATS GOT A WONDERFUL AWFUL IDEA! “I know just what to do to!” 30withcats told Dawn!
Story time!
Once upon a time, I went on my first first date with an online person. Well.. he was a real person, but you know what I mean.
It all started a few years ago, when I reluctantly signed up for an online dating website at the insistence and with the assistance of a good friend. She had been successful in meeting some decent guys and had been encouraging me to date. (For the record, she’s not a cat person and I think that it bothers her that my Plan B for life is to become a verifiable crazy cat lady.)
Anyways, I made a profile with some photos I could scrounge and soon I had a message from a guy who seemed decent and fun. I honestly don’t remember his name, so let’s call him Bubba to make the story sound more interesting. Bubba said he would like to get a drink after work and offered to come to a bar near my office. Ok. Sure! I can do this….
Captain’s Log: After the first date, I had agreed to make some tentative plan for Friday night with the Nerd. I made this commitment when I still wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt, but as the week progressed, I was starting to lose hope.
First he told me that he was cleaning his computer. I thought well I actually need to do that too–my local saved files on my work computer are a mess. Then he sent me a picture of computer parts and I realized he meant he was taking it apart and cleaning the inside…. He proceeded to tell me how nostalgic it was to look at when he added certain parts…. Several hours later I got a picture of it put back together…
At any rate, by the end of the week, I started to dread the tentative date and I lost hope that he had just been nervous. I figured I had to eat dinner on Friday anyways, so I kept the date.