Andy was a quick one: I sent him a “locals” message on OK Cupid thinking he wouldn’t respond since the locals function doesn’t really work all that well. He messaged me back right away and we had a very short conversation in which he never asked me anything. After a couple messages, where I gave him two chances to ask me something, I was done.

So I was expecting to never hear from him again until a few days later when he sent me a message asking telling me he was tracking a cricket in his apartment and then asked me questions in the hopes of distracting him from the chirping. This conversation was just as abrupt as he stopped asking questions again so I stopped responding.

The next day I received an instant message from him. I had a very short amount of battery life on my computer and the coffee shop I was writing in was closing so he gave me his number, I told him to text me first and I made my way home.

That night was only my second night in my new place and I was having a really crappy day so when he asked if I wanted to come over to his apartment to watch some TV and have a drink, I was more receptive to the idea than normal. I needed something to make me happy and even if the date went terrible, I’d be able to say I did something with my night.

I made the four block walk to his apartment, he let me in and we settled into a couple episodes of Big Bang Theory. He immediately and casually put his arm around my shoulders, was tracing little designs on both my arms and essentially made his intentions known during the third episode when he leaned in for a kiss. His goatee scratched at my lips and chin

We spent the next few hours making out like teenagers and getting to know one another.
I got to his apartment at about 9:30 p.m. and didn’t get home until 2:30 a.m.. He dropped me off in front of my house and left a lingering kiss with me before I finally got out. He waited for me to open the door before he left. It felt like an hour had passed and I was only exhausted when I laid my head down on my pillow. I was perfectly happy with my decision.

The next day we texted a bit and he invited me over to his place again. I told him I’d only go for that if he picked me up so I wouldn’t have to worry about getting mugged. I didn’t take my wallet with me anyway as I wouldn’t need it and only had my keys on me, so my mugger would be disappointed and probably angry with me. He obliged and picked me up after I had finished dinner. We watched TV and had a drink again and he quickly went in for another kiss.

During our second makeout session my hand gently brushed over his side and he tensed, signaling that he was ticklish. I played coy and kept tickling him until he FLIPPED. OUT.

Apparently, instead of tickling feeling funny and being a flirty gesture, it hurts him? He tensed up for a minute and I did too. I pulled away from him but he was ready to go again shortly after and he didn’t understand why I wasn’t. I didn’t understand the situation and I didn’t know what was off limits. I’d be walking on eggshells for the rest of my time with him.

I finally relaxed enough to kiss him again but my usual spots for resting my hands were tickle spots for him so he tensed up and I kept feeling like it was my fault. He assured me it wasn’t but I couldn’t keep going, which angered him. “Don’t you think I know my own body and when it hurts?!” he yelled at me.

I shut down, said, “I think I should leave” and grabbed my sweater, but he flipped the switch right away and grabbed my arm, asking me to stay. I stood, defiant with hands on hips; waiting for a response as to why he yelled at me when he barely knew me. I am an extremely analytical person and I didn’t understand where I could go without him feeling pain. He didn’t understand why I was angry and, rather than taking us through the same situation four times, I shut down further and said, “I’m fine. It’s nothing.”

He apologized and I relaxed slightly. He brought me down to the couch and ran his fingers through my hair as we cuddled. I didn’t move my hands.

I saw his left hand clench tightly and release slowly. He said the pain distracts him and helps him calm down. His anger issues were becoming more and more apparent.

I was close to sleep when his arm started falling asleep and he flipped the hell out again. He pulled away from me abruptly and started grabbing at his arm, eventually smacking it down on the arm of the couch. He was groaning and hissing and I just sat there, wide eyed, wondering what could have happened.

It tickles us when our limbs fall asleep and it’s annoying and sometimes can be painful, but for him it’s like being stabbed hundreds of times in the limb. His nerve endings went haywire and he couldn’t handle it. He began hyperventilating and was trying to make himself pass out. I grabbed his shoulders and tried to calm him down but he was completely jacked afterward. It was like his meth had finally kicked in and, at 2 in the morning he dressed in his running gear and said he needed to take me home so he could go for a run to work off all the adrenaline that had just pumped through his system.

He was like a kid on a sugar high as I was half-asleep. He drove me home like a crazy person and didn’t even kiss me goodbye but instead pointed out how his leg was twitching. I got out of the car and he sped off.

I attempted to clear the air the next day but he blew me off. I texted a few days later asking if I had done something wrong and he responded a day later with,

I was in Tomahawk worrying about other things.

I inquired if everything was OK and he never responded. He still shows up in my locals lists every now and then but it’s easy to ignore him when I realize how insane he is.

I sent him a message on Plenty of Fish when I was on one of my mad messaging frenzies. I do this from time to time; I do the “Meet Me” feature where people get an e-mail saying I want to meet them and then they can send me a message. It’s my passive way of not having to dink around on the site sending messages after scouring their miniscule profiles for something interesting about the person.

So Michael was cute enough that I wanted to take it to the next step and actually LOOK at his profile. I sent him a cute message, asking about how he got into his profession and/or if it was his passion in life. The statistic on the messages page says that only about 1 in 3 messages actually gets open let alone read. I usually open all of my messages but once I see the poorly constructed messages or,

“You’re beautiful. How are you today?” (Note I had to use proper grammar… these boys do not)

I usually delete the messages and/or ignore the sender, thinking some of these humdingers of messages will really make good fodder for the blog. I’m always thinking of you, dear readers. Always.

A month goes by and I don’t hear anything from him until I hadn’t been active on POF for about a week. He apologized for the long pause before his response and made some snarky comment about how he hoped I’d forgive him. He then went on to answer my question, hope that I’d respond even though it’d been a month and then asked me a couple questions about myself.

Of course I forgave him. I was in a bit of a dry spell with men so I needed a date if I wanted to be able to keep the blog going! See, there’s me thinking of you readers again! I’m nothing if not dedicated.

Michael’s responses were succinct enough that he got his point across but he was also eloquent enough to keep my attention. He asked a fair amount of questions so I was interested in responding.

Eventually I tired of the messaging app and gave him my number, encouraging him to shoot me a text which he did right away. It took him a couple days until he asked me out to dinner. He lived and worked in Slinger which was only about 30 minutes from where I work but a good amount farther from where I was living at the time. We resolved to meet in Hartford at the Mineshaft and get dinner. I loved it there and so did he so we figured it would be a good time.

Stupidly, we decided to meet on a Friday night which is probably the worst night to go to the Mineshaft since Fridays anywhere are busy as hell.

I got there and walked into the restaurant and waited five minutes looking for him until I texted asking where he was.

He was outside the door. Waiting for me. In the cold.

*Facepalm*

He timidly walked in and I knew instantly that I would be taller than him. His profile said he was 5’7″ but, even as I was in 1.5 inch heeled boots, I was taller I hoped his personality would make up for it. We got a buzzer to let us know when our 40 minute wait would be up. There aren’t any other restaurants in the area so we resolved to wait and chat.

Chatting proved to be near impossible because this boy didn’t know how to use his voice. I’m pretty sure I said ‘what!’ about 30 times before we even got to the table. This night was off to a truly amazing start and I considered not even ordering, just saying I was feeling ill and needed to go home. I was starving, though, so it wasn’t really an option in my book.

We ordered. I twiddled my thumbs. He stared at me. I thought of things to talk about. I asked ‘what!’ to have him repeat himself. I leaned in so I could hear him better. The waiter came over and I was so close to striking up a conversation with him instead. I drank water like it was going out of style.

The food came and I stuffed my face in order to avoid chatter in which I couldn’t hear him anyway. He daintily ate his food and didn’t even finish. I finished way before him, thanks to my compulsive need to not be the last person eating ever since I was a kid and told to finish my meal even if it took 20 minutes longer than everyone else and I was left at the table.

He paid, of course, and I excused myself to the bathroom. I sent Murphy a text.

“Utter disaster. I’m tempted to sign to him because he’s so effing quiet!”

She sent condolences, asked if I wanted an SOS and I said I’m about to leave. I walked back to the table, didn’t sit down but announced that I had packing to do and needed to head out. He followed me out, we hugged awkwardly goodbye and I drove off without a second thought.

He texted me about two weeks later after I had moved into my new place:

By the way, I cannot believe you would put me in the class of horrible dates! Lol no worries.

SHIT. Did he know about the blog? I played stupid.

Me: What??

Michael: Just my assumptions! How’s Milwaukee?

Whew! Dodged that bullet. I realized how stressful keeping this secret from the guys was going to be. He got bold again:

Me: (after telling him how cold my house was) I’m in bed but it’s still so cold in my house. I almost feel like my heat isn’t working.

Michael: I’d cuddle to warm you up, but I don’t think I would behave myself beyond that. Lol

Me: (This guy has balls!) Well then (note the scandalous tone)!  I’m snuggled up to my plush so I have no need for a cuddle buddy, but thanks!

Michael: Ha! What a fun spoiler. But thanks.

Me: Lol.

And that was it. When I didn’t hear from him further I knew he’d gotten the point and I was definitely OK being rid of him. I had another option open up the next day, anyway.

That being said, I’ll be toning down the blogging to only a few times a week. I’ve got more stories, a good series about the inspiration for the blog and some more info-filled posts so I hope you’ll all keep following me. Please subscribe to the blog or add me to your reader so you can check out the new posts. We’re not going away just yet!

On another note: I’d love for some guest bloggers. Please send me an e-mail at asthrom@gmail.com with your disastrous and your amazing first dates. You can be anonymous or you could include your name. Feel free to use the real name of your date as it won’t really be found by them unless you really want it to be found. Please put “Dating Disaster/Success” in the subject of your e-mail.

I look forward to reading all the amazing stories from everyone!

Let’s start off with the basics.

Age: 27
Profession: Student– Undecided major
Hobbies: World of Warcraft
Living Situation: Lives with his mother

I saw on Jake’s profile that he was a pretty shy guy so I figured I’d break the ice first. He bit rather quickly and sent back a reply and our conversation was sparked. A few messages back and forth and I gave him my number after he asked me to get coffee.

It was New Years’ Eve. And I was going on a coffee date.

I got dressed, did my hair and wore heels to be close to his 6’2″ height. I got to the Starbucks right off the freeway that I told him we could hang out at and got cozy in a plush leather chair.

We were supposed to be at 3 and by 3:10 he said ‘I think I’m at the wrong one,” so I had him give me some street names/landmarks. Turns out he was on the south side of the city, really far from the freeway but I told him I’d find him since he didn’t know the area and I am a deeply impatient person.

I made it to the Starbucks and he was sitting in his car. I parked next to him, we said an awkward hello and I started toward the front door. He sauntered behind me like a timid puppy.

I ordered my own coffee because I already knew this guy wasn’t going to take the lead in anything. He took what seemed like 10 minutes to order and then stood up at the counter, not talking, looking seven different kinds of awkward waiting for his coffee.

We sat down after the longest espresso-drink-creation ever and he took a taste to realize it was the wrong kind of drink. He almost sat there with a grossed out look on his face and drank it but I said ‘go ahead and tell them! They’ll make you a new one’ and he reluctantly got up and walked over there but stood there for another 5 minutes waiting for the barista to notice he was standing there.

I twirled hair around my fingers and texted Murphy telling her to call with an SOS. It was the first time I had to do that. She didn’t respond.

He finally returned and stared at me until I started asking inane conversations about himself. He answered quietly– a tone that reminded me of the guy I work with. I said “what?” about 15 times within the first 20 minutes.

Even more idle chatter ensued, he stared blankly at me while I texted  Murphy and asked him questions. He asked me nothing.I laughed only once and it was at something I said.

I went to the bathroom, phone in hand and texted Murphy a ‘what the hell! SOSOSOSOSOSOSOS!’ to which she finally responded with an apology. I told her not to worry and that I was going to tell him I needed to go soon any way so an SOS wasn’t necessary. I could not believe I did my hair for this thing.

I told him I had to go home for dinner with my mom and packing and I left with an awkward ‘OK Bye!” and hopped in my car before I could be hugged. I drove away quickly and never spoke to him again. Luckily he didn’t have the spine to contact me again.

My alarm went off at 6 a.m. and scared the living shit out of me. I was cold wrapped up in all my blankets and wished I had a nice warm man to cuddle up to. My adrenaline was still pumping from my alarm when I  remembered the text I sent last night to Tim, drunkenly telling him I wished he were there with me. The apology was about four hours too late and I cringed when I wished I could take the text back. He rolled it off and thanked me for the booty-text since he hadn’t had one in a good long while. Thank goodness for cool guys.

Two advil and two more hours of sleep and I forced myself out of bed and into work clothes.

I re-read what I wrote last night and realized how pathetic it sounded and how burned I really made myself out to be even though it was a lot more normal than anything else.

I am really happy for the Roomie. She really deserves to be with a nice guy like him after all the douchebags she’s had to deal with in the past months. Upstairs Neighbor is a really sweet guy and he’s absolutely gorgeous (let’s hope he doesn’t realize how hot he is…those are the good guys) and they would make a great couple, aside from the fact that he’s not around all that much. If he had incentive he might stay a bit more, though.

He lost points with me when he hadn’t seen Star Wars before… his nerdy side wasn’t anywhere to be seen. The Watchmen viewing party I’m planning on having with Tim tonight proves that this guy was way too hipster for me.

He didn’t seem all that interested in what I do for a living. I’ll admit it’s dry work and most people don’t really care and I do kind of work for ‘The man’ so it’s not surprising when I see eyes glaze over but he changed subjects so quickly that I didn’t really have a fighting chance. It was a step-back-moment.

The process of the night is was bugged me, and confused me, the most. His gazes toward me were piercing and lingering but he wound up going home with Roomie. I’m not going to sit here and over-analyze the innerworkings of this man’s mind, but his flirtation with me threw me, especially when his texts this morning contained wink-emoticons. That wink says a lot more than I want it to say when it comes from a guy who spent the night with my roommate last night.

Last night Roomie and I shook hands and said we wouldn’t have hurt feelings if he took a liking to either of us and in my drunken state, I was way more confused and burned to have been brutally rejected the way he did it. I couldn’t even flirt with this guy after realizing where he had put his hand and seeing them make out after visiting the ladies. I saw it coming, afterall and I couldn’t sit there and be ignored as a third wheel while it all transpired. I didn’t even say goodbye to them as I left the table and I didn’t care. My exit  had the grace of a drunken dock worker.

It was extremely mature, to say the least.

I learned a lot of things last night.
A.) I should not heavily drink on a weeknight.
B.) We should have thought out last night a little better in terms of male-to-female ratios.
C.) Five beers in one night is probably not the greatest idea with no water and barely any food in my system.
D.) Drunken blogging is probably a bad idea.
E.) Need to study Roomie’s flirting habits as they’re pretty great. My text-flirting and her in-person flirting make for a pretty unforgettable girl.

So I guess what I’m trying to say, to the roomie who is currently reading this, is that I have no hard feelings and I’ll soundly kick his butt if he breaks your heart.

Now get back to studying and don’t cramp my style on my date tonight .

Sexy Upstairs Neighbor made his choice. It’s obviously not me, since it’s 2 a.m. and I’m writing to you from the couch in my living room, one floor below my roommate and sexy upstairs neighbor. Quite clearly when I saw his hand move to Roomie’s thigh at one point during our fourth beer, I knew where this night was headed.

He lost all his appeal to me as soon as I saw his hand move and his attention swerve to her.

I can’t believe I washed and re-did my hair and put on make up for tonight.

A part of me saw this coming: Roomie is gorgeous and intelligent and didn’t even need to wear make-up tonight. I don’t usually need to put on make-up but I wanted my eyes to pop behind my glasses; something her blond hair and slender body don’t need to accentuate.I had hopes that he would take to my stunning blue eyes, my curves and my outgoing and flirtatious nature. She wasn’t even trying to flirt but was actually flirting. Whenever I flirt it’s like I’m trying with him…I was flirting and poking fun like I usually do and it made him laugh but it wasn’t how she would do it. He was genuinely interested in the things she had to say whereas I confused him with talks of what I do with my life.  He didn’t even look at my chest, which I thought was considerate and cute, but it was really because he was too busy being fascinated by her body.

I was the one who got his number first. I called dibs first. But as a good Roomie, I didn’t push it and I didn’t claim him, especially when it was his choice afterall. We shook hands at the bar saying ‘best woman wins’ when he already made his choice.

I probably came on too hard; I know that now. But I also know that I shouldn’t have even attempted to compete with the roomie. Her body is killer and I only dreamed to have her efforless sexiness. I spent 20 minutes thinking about what to wear. She threw on something and she looked great. It made me want to do crunches just looking at her.

I went to the ladies’ room and knew it would happen as soon as I left: he leaned in for the kiss and who was I to attempt to stop her. We both wanted him, which I never really thought would happen and, of course, she won. Who was I against her? The competition was moot from the second he started flirting with both of us. His dark brown (not blue, like I thought) and brown hair (not red, like she thought) was enough to make any girl swoon. His great arms and chiseled features helped in the decision process to liking him.

Water would sober me up and make me a better flirter but it was already too late. I asked for Roomie’s key and booked it back to the house, tears trying to come through but denying themselves passage. This boy wasn’t worth my tears and I had been rejected before so what was the point of crying over this guy now?

I got home, didn’t lock the front door, threw her keys on the chair and climbed into bed before deciding to write this post. She texted an apology, I told her not to worry; that it’s not like I had been rejected before. I had just never been privy to such a brutal rejection before: It was like I wasn’t even there. They carried on having a one-on-one conversation as I sipped at my water before realizing I wasn’t welcome and decided to leave. I didn’t even say goodbye.

This guy is a player. Upon the fourth round of beers, I was drunk but tried to play it off like I wasn’t. He kissed both our hands and said a Happy Valentine’s Day to both of us. He asked ME out to drinks yet I included the Roomie; what was I thinking? I should have known that he was interested in her; he remembered her name but not mine. He ventured into all rooms on our floor but mine. He sat next to her, not me. The signs were clear that I was just a third wheel and I wasn’t his goal; I just desperately hoped he was trying to be fair. Instead his subtle movements explained far too much for my hazy mind to realize.

I won’t be making this mistake again.

Tomorrow is my date with Tim. I have more stories to tell before him. I hope his kisses make my attitude toward men tonight change.

My status for today:

For the last 23 years I have not had a Valentine. Why stop the trend now?

All of my friends were receiving flowers from their sig others and posting photos. I saw an image of a girl who took a picture of her desk, sans flowers saying that she wanted to show off her flowers; which were imaginary. Someone commented saying they looked just like hers. I liked this person and took to her thought process.

I saw men commenting how they forgot it was Valentine’s day until today so they rushed out to the grocery store at 7 a.m. to find a group of likeminded men trying to find flowers. As nice as it would have been to receive flowers from someone, it wasn’t making me weep openly in self-pity.

At work, C got a call from the receptionist saying she had a floral arrangement waiting at the front desk. She retreived it and came to the cube with an obnoxious-looking bouquet of six roses and baby’s breath with a balloon hanging from it. The note was from the guy she’s been stringing along and who is in love with her yet she’s just hanging out with him. I feel bad for the poor bastard and told her the next time I see him I might have to say something.

Our day went on and C got another phone call, Instant Message and call on the PA system to come get another arrangement of flowers. This arrangement was gorgeous: carnations and roses on a bed of greens in a beautiful red vase. This arrangement I was jealous over. The card didn’t give away who the flowers were from and C couldn’t figure out from whom they could have come. She texted a few options, called her mom and finally figured out it was from a guy from her hometown. I told her to let up on the love potion.

I came home and resigned myself to a bubble bath and spaghetti when the Roomie bust into the house and blurted out: “Sexy upstairs neighbor is here!” and I jumped into action and decided the garbage suddenly needed to go outside.

I turned the flirt on and made myself sexy in the yoga pants and large sweather I had donned. There he was; looking as adorable as ever and he wanted to go out drinking and he chose me as his requestor. I bust back into the house with a “Roomie your ass better be feeling better ASAP!” and she was all for it even though she’s dying of viral plague.

So that leaves us here: Sexy upstairs neighbor is upstairs taking a nap, Roomie is primping and I’ll be following her after that. It’s not exactly how I planned out my Valentines night, but I’ll say that it’s going a lot better than planned.

I hope your Valentine’s Day is great. But in the meantime: If you’re not valentinesey and/or you have no one to valentines with, it’s not like it’s any other day where you don’t have a man. I’ll be the one at the bar with a sexy redhead…and the roommate.

Let’s just pretend this didn’t happen and be friends again.

Hope you all have a fantastic Valentine’s Day. A post will be written when I have time.

I’m nothing if not dedicated for this blog. I swear.

I learned about Nerds at Heart from my friend who found an article online for it and I was intrigued. I signed up Thursday night after finally deciding I would just go alone and meet as many guys as possible. I figured if I could meet two guys I’d be golden for a while.

I tried to find something to wear but realized I’d have to do laundry to find anything and I didn’t have that kind of time. I decided to go to Kohl’s to buy some Lauren Conrad summery clothes that would suit me as well as show off my assets.

Work was the usual and I got out with enough time to spare but the snow slowed me down significantly. I made it to Kohl’s and frantically searched for the shirt I wanted but they didn’t have it. I found the sweater I wanted and decided to find something in my closet. I looked cute; that was all I cared about.

I grabbed a taxi and made it to the event a little before the designated time. The only other male there, aside from the host, was a very awkward-looking guy who actually offered to hang up my coat for me.

We were given name tags, a drink ticket, a pen and a mad-libs to ask the guys as an ice-breaker. I sat down at the corner and creepy guy attempted to sit right next to me. I made the attempt to be cordial while making it clear that I wasn’t interested. More people started filtering in so I was able to be distracted and so was he.

I was specifically distracted from Jared. I saw him check in and my interest was piqued. Jared was tall, dark and handsome: LITERALLY. His dark hair had a soft wave that I just wanted to run my fingers through and I sent him quite the vibes to get him to sit next to me. He did and I flirted. Heavily. He flirted back and I was pleasantly enthused over his charisma. He decided to start mingling and walked to another part of the room and his seat and the seat across from me were replaced with Nick and Tim. Nick was awfully cute and we bonded over our love of the Doctor and Firefly. Tim was funny and cute and he kept looked at my chest. I was exceptionally happy over my wardrobe choice for the night.

I meandered through the room to finish off my questions and meet more people. Another Tim was at the comic book valentine making station (Yes, we were awfully nerdy last night) and I found him funny as well and we found some music choices in common. He also liked my answer to “arms” being my favorite body part on the opposite sex.

Mingling continued and I asked almost all the guys there the questions for the mad-libs and started looking for cute boys who were a tad quiet. Jared was sitting on a couch and I decided to join him and finish off his mad-libs. I answered his questions with snark and flirt and made it quite obvious that I was interested.

From where we sat, we played a ‘who’s the biggest nerd’ game, which Jared won and he was the lucky winner of a nerdy prize. We were separated into three groups, had to sit boy-girl and played a music game. I worked with both Tims who sat on either side of me and I found two of the girls in our group to be profoundly annoying. One girl, now to be known as the valley-girl-hipster was extremely loud and said words like “adorbs!” and was quite the center of attention type. I tried to be a little more subtle than that. Another girl, the anal-retentive control-freak made rude and judgmental remarks thinking no one would judge her for them. I did.

We won the music game and made I made a dash to the Star Wars puzzle. Afterward, we had about 15 minutes to play a game of Taboo, do some more flirting and the girls kicked the boys butts.

We rotated and did the same thing with the next game. I sat between Jared and Nick and flirted equally with both of them. A film quiz of 90s movies ensued and I failed miserably, thus showing that I am Nerd-lite.

Another rotation and I wasn’t interested in any of the guys in the group, so I visited the ladies room and flirted with one of the Tims for the majority of the time. I decided to take initiative so I took a minute to grab my phone and asked Tim for his number. He gave it willingly and he asked for mine. One of the ladies in my group was awfully proud of me and was inspired by my straightforward nature. My next step was to get Jared’s number.

The Mad-libs we were working on at the beginning were submitted for voting and I did plenty to talk up my mad-lib so I could have the satisfaction of winning. When the host started reading, I knew I had won and it was pretty satisfying and I won some D6 erasers.

I wandered around, talking to people but focused on Jared. I told him flat out that I was interested and he said he was there looking for friends as most of his had moved out of town. I mentioned that there was nothing harmful in a text message and he agreed so we exchanged numbers. We made idle chatter for the next 15 minutes or so and he decided to leave to visit friends at another bar. I sat next to Tim and stayed where I was until we left.

Tim drove me home and we texted randomly before I fell asleep. I texted Jared but he has yet to respond. If he’s still interested he’ll text back but I’m not really holding my breath. Since last night I’ve been texting with Tim quite a bit. If he’s got the onus, he’ll ask me out soon.

This morning I realized I had been remiss about getting to know people so I sent an e-mail to the info e-mail for Nerds at Heart asking if I could get the phone numbers for the other Tim and Nick. I was interested but there was no time to really get to know them properly as we only had about 15 minutes per group of guys. I hope they’ll get back to me so I can text the guys with the hopes of a response.

I’m thinking four guys out of the group that we had was pretty decent. I’m also considering going to the next Nerds at Heart event. Hopefully it’ll be just as good!

He was energetic and fun, had many passions and had discernible goals in life. He also had a decent grasp of the English language and managed to look ironically cute in his photos. The only downer was that he was a bit short for my liking.

My flight left Seattle and I landed home and we texted throughout the day. He added me on Facebook and we continued to chat through the night. By the end of the night he asked me to dinner and I accepted. I was impressed at his enthusiasm and the fact that, after such a short time of getting to know one another, he asked me out. I had hope.

The day we were set to meet was a rough day at work for me. I had a lot of catching up to do so it was a stressful day and I just wanted to go home and sleep. Instead I fixed my hair, freshened up and put on a pair of jeans to go with my heels. I knew I’d be taller than him in the heels at a staggering 4.5 inches. It didn’t stop me from wearing them though.

Upon driving there he texted saying he thinks he’s behind me. This man had never met me before nor had he seen my car so how did he know he was behind me? It was so creepy.

We got to the restaurant at the same time and I hugged him hello. I looked down to see khakis. I figured he’d come from work but he told me he had a good amount of time to freshen up today so I cringed inward when he took off his jacket to reveal a buttoned up shirt that was also TUCKED IN. It was more than I could handle considering I was wearing jeans and a cute top I wear to work.

Conversation was friend-like for the entire night and I felt and gave off the friend-vibe through the entire dinner. My sandwich was great and the margarita was as delicious as ever but that was pretty much the highlight of the night.

I drove home and texted M saying it was another dud. She was disappointed as usual but I shrugged it off. He’s still my friend on Facebook.  We haven’t spoken since the date so I don’t anticipate him being all that torn up over it should he read this post, but you never know.

I plunked down in bed that night and sent a message to another handful of guys. I also started packing for my move to the East Side of Milwaukee during this week. Things get fun once we get to Milwaukee, though you already know that.