Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Guess who’s back

Me! And I’m down a pound from last week.

I did have a really rough weekend though. I didn’t have any plans so I spent a lot of time at home. When I’m at home, I eat. And I ate a lot.

Cookies, tortellini, country ribs, chocolate covered pretzels. (And we’re not talking normal portions here.)

Anyway, I got my mind right again. I’m back on the wagon, taking it one day at a time. So far, so good.

I’ve also had A LOT going on on the guy front. Here’s a quick summary:

Oh Young One: First one I’m actually going to meet up with for a drink (or two). He’s younger than me, six years younger, and it seems like we are in totally different points in our lives so I don’t really see it going anywhere but what will a drink hurt? Plus, he’s lived in this area for awhile so maybe he could suggest a new hotspot for me to check out on my birthday. (It never hurts to start planning early.)

Texting King: He gave himself the moniker. I would say he is absolutely not the king of any kind of communication. Texting King tells me he’s a resident at hospital downtown. Call me shallow but seriously that doctor title was buying him some time. But after a week of random texts and very few emails we finally had an actual conversation this morning. It went downhill fast:
1. I hadn’t had my morning coffee so I wasn’t at my best.
2. He has a weird sing songy way of talking.
3. Not very forthcoming with details of his occupation.
4. Tells me he’s moving back to Iowa in a month.
5. And then proceeds to ask if I want to meet up this weekend.

At this point I’m finding it hard to believe he’s a doctor. OK, I’ll rephrase that. I don’t believe he's a doctor. He just seemed too vague about it. I’m no expert but I do watch Grey’s Anatomy and some of what he said, or didn’t say, just didn’t seem right. Anyway, it doesn't even matter at this point because he’s moving and I’m not looking for a pen pal. Gonna have to break it to him. He will not be meeting me. Next.

The Chubster (possibly): I know, I know, it’s a double standard but we’ve already established that I may be a little shallow. I can handle a few extra pounds on a man but we’ll have to see how many he’s carrying when/if we meet. I like what I like. What can I say?

Anyway, the conversation went well. We talked for about an hour. Good banter back and forth but I’m not sure if this is gonna get him out of the friend category. We’ll see. He gave me what I’m guessing is his standard “compatibility” test. The test included lots of questions about my cooking ability. (Chubster?)