Reformation and Copy/Paste.

Well hello there, nice to see you all again. Yes, my posts have been absent for a while once again and no, it's not because I met a nice guy. It's because I was focusing and working on myself. Sometimes you have to stop and really take a look at yourself and where you are emotionally, physically, mentally,and if you aren't happy with yourself you have to redirect and do something to change it (that's real life, yo). So I have been spending the last month or so 'reformatting' myself back into someone I love, because face it, if you don't love yourself it's hard for someone else to (man, the wisdom is just pouring out of me today).

I did however meet two guys during the spring AND have a lovely message sent to me to share with you all. So today's post is a mixed bag if you will....hehehe I said mixed bag (well, there goes my points for wisdom).

There wasn't really anything wrong with one of the guys except that I didn't really click with him. Err, well I guess there was the fact that he didn't drink, didn't drive and didn't own a cell phone....but I've dated guys who don't drink or that didn't have a car before. I did wonder about the cell phone though. I don't know how that makes me sound but if you think about it...there are hardly ANY payphones around anymore. What if something happened while he was taking transit to see you or the chain broke on his bike. How would he let you know he would be late? I don't know about you but having to wait is a pain in my ass. I'm a very BIG FAN of the quick 'fyi, running late, just leaving now text'. Anyways, I'm just rambling and from what I remember he was on time. Just no sparks :/.

Let me now introduce you to:

SWITZERLAND

No, he was not Swiss. Just wait, you'll see...

So it was early spring and I received a message from Swiss that we should meet up for a coffee. I sent a message back and tried to find out more about him (I like to get a feel for someone before I commit to anything). He didn't really give me much and every time I logged in he would find me in chat and mention we should get together. One day I finally gave in and decided to meet up with him. I figured he wasn't much of an online chatter and that I had met enough people online to be comfortable in just meeting up.

I suggested meeting up halfway in Burnaby as I am in Delta and he is in Vancouver. He agreed but then gave me the name of a restaurant in Vancouver. Since I didn't know much about him I repeated my suggestion for coffee (at a place in Burnaby) and he agreed. Just as I sat down in my car to go he texted me and asked again if we could meet at this restaurant so that he could watch the Canuck game. Already perturbed (which I should have seen as a sign just to cancel) I said fine, I mean atleast I would get to watch the game as well. When I get to the restaurant (that was a complete dive) I discover that he didn't wait outside for me and already sat down so I ended up looking like an idiot telling the hostess 'uhhhh, I'm umm meeting this guy'. In which she just pointed down one aisle that had two booths occupied by single guys on their own that I reluctantly walked down until one turned around and smiled at me.

The initial greeting went well...even though his was "Well, you are cute, I'll give you that". In which I said "Uhh,Yeah, I'm freakin' cute!" "Ah, Thanks". We exchanged the usual how are you doing, what is it you do for a living blah, blah, blah. But then there were some awkward silences which I would try to fill with questions to make the conversation flow again that only resulted in it crash and burning. Repeatedly. Then both of us would just stare off an watch the hockey game where he would sound off about how great a goaltender Corey Schneider was.

Me: So what kind of movies do you like?

Switzerland: Lots of them. Look at that save! See how he lunges to protect the crease? That's how it's done.

Me: Ahh...well, what about music? What type do you listen to?

Switzerland: All of them.

.............AWKWARD........SILENCE..............

Switzerland: AH! See! Look at Schneider, that's how you cover a net.

Me: Yeah, I'm a fan of Schneider too. So, you like any other sports besides hockey?

Switzerland: No, I don't really like hockey too much either but I just started watching it with some friends.

Me: Ahh... So...you said you went out boating yesterday. You have your own boat?

Switzerland: Yeah, it's okay. It's a pain in the ass though. It's so much work to get it all ready just to go out on the water for an hour or two.

..........AWKWARD......SO..........AWKWARD...............

Switzerland: Look at Schneider and how calm and cool he is. That's proper goal tending.

Me: So, what do you do for vacations?

Switzerland: I haven't really gone on vacation in a while because I bought a place.

Me: Oh, so you've been renovating?

Switzerland: Yeah, a little here, a little there. I ended up finding some roommates in order to help pay off the mortgage.

(OH MY GOD, WE ARE ALMOST HAVING A PROPER CONVERSATION)

Switzerland: I'm kind of regretting it now...but atleast I made sure to double insulate the walls. Last thing I want to hear is someone else fucking. I don't even like to hear myself fuck.

Me:...................


AND, I'm done. Get me the hell out of here. Also, someone warn Corey Schneider that he may have a stalker on his hands in the near future.


WOW. This is post is longer than I figured it would be. But I did promise a hilarious message sent to me.

A LESSON IN POETRY


This gem was not only sent to me. A friend who is also on the online dating offered to send me a message she received to add to the blog collection. When she sent it I realized it was VERY familiar. Word for word familiar. Since he shared this with both of us think it only fair to share his lovely poetry with the world.


my voice was sliced into a whisper the moment you came to me
in my bland pof blah-search... now Im left to deal with the burning flush of mad arousal, set high up to my cheeks all from your pix and your profile....it's overwhelming when primal urges take over amid the fuzz of uncertainties and non-committals that have yet to take shape and form because they have yet to come to bear...is it not?

do you enjoy being massaged cutie?
lol

I don't know what I like the most...the attempt at poetry or the closing line. Why would the enjoyment of being massaged be funny?

Was it something I said?

Hello guys and dolls, why yes, it has been a while. What can I say, it's hard to get a date amid 'relationship season'. But do not fear as Spring is slowly making it's way in...not only a time where the weather finally gets warmer, but a time when you start getting more active to shed off that extra winter weight (ladies, amirite?)and when single men come out of hibernation after the span of holiday months with pre-requisite gift giving and/or forced into proclaiming their fondness of whomever they are dating for however long with chocolates and flowers. I did however have a brief almost encounter that was a bit amusing so here we go.

HOUDINI

So I connected with Houdini online. His message was very witty and we had a good back and forth. He said he lost his early 20's to golf and could teach me how (I put learn to golf under my profile since I may one day actually need to know for work) After a few messages he asked to call me and we set a time. Our phone call went well and was fairly comfortable. He texted me a day or so after with how it was nice to talk to me the other night and that LaPierre scored a goal which made him think of me (Canucks Jersey in profile). At the time I was behind on my 'Nucks stuff but had heard a bunch of rumors before trading time and Houdini said Loungo was getting traded. Being the dum-dum that I am at times I didn't realize he was joking until about the 3rd text when he said he was pulling my leg. So at that point I figured he either thought I was gullible (which I can be at times) or that I was a fake Canuck fan....

On a Saturday I went to the driving range and I sent him a text for him to wish me luck. We ended up texting the rest of the weekend so I figured everything was good...but there was never a phone call or any talk of meeting up. Then he sent me a 'Happy Valentine's' text as well which I thought was sweet and I wished him one back. But I haven't heard from him since. A few days later I sent him a text asking how the rest of his week was and that still came up unanswered.

I also noticed the week after that his profile had disappeared.

So what do we learn from this? Don't return a Valentines sentiment to someone you aren't seeing yet? Nah, that can't be it. I think he was just too intimidated by my gullibleness...



(Yeah, I know, not so funny as the others....but I didn't have much to work with this time. I'm sure there will be more soon. That or I'll just give up and go buy some cats and blog about them)

The 45th day of the year

It seems to me that people either LOVE Valentines Day or DESPISE it. You can't say that people only hate it if they are single either as there are friends I have that don't like it and have a significant other to share it with. I'm pretty sure I know someone who absolutely loves it and is single. So what is it that gives the day for expressing love a bad reputation? When you're a child it's a wonderful day of chocolate and cartoon cards...how can it go wrong? Ill tell you where: the awkward teen years. You know, when you bought a rose a few days before and they would be given out during class. All the girls would be on the edge of their seats waiting to see if someone (that guy they've been crushing on forever)had finally gotten them a rose for the whole class to see. I would guess a lot of teen girls start turning a little sour to the idea when they would never receive one.

Me, I never received a rose in class, but that was probably because I was a bit of an awkward girl and my awesomeness didn't fully bloom until I left school. That being said, I've never really had a Valentine. No matter what I've always been single on Valentines day. Well except for one year....but it was a total downer.

So, here you go:

CREEPY McCREEPSTER - VALENTINES EDITION


So before Creepy became McCreepster I actually liked the guy and we dated on and off for...well....it depends who you ask. I was much younger at the time and having a boyfriend for Valentines was SO EXCITING for me. It would be the first time as my relationships would always end before it reared it's ugly little head (which is how you see it when you are a single girl in her late teen's/early 20's). I also never hid the fact that I was excited from Creepy at all. I made cutesy little comments and asked what he was going to get me in which he said nothing. As in he wasn't going to get me anything because he hated Valentines Day. Of course I was all like "But it's Valentines and we are together and I've never had a boyfriend for Valentines before and we are together and it's fricken Valentines".

So after I talked about it for about a week ( I could be exaggerating, it was a long time ago but I know I was SUPER excited about it so a week wouldn't be a long stretch)the day had arrived. We worked together (word of advice: don't date your manager it never ends well) and I don't exactly remember what I had gotten him but I know it was something special. I asked him what he had gotten me. He said 'Nothing'. I of course thought he was joking in which he told me again he got me NOTHING. (note to managers dating employee's: you should probably get them something on Valentines if you have to work with them all day). I had a couple friends come by and they asked what I had gotten...which was nothing. They promptly gave him the stink eye on the way out.

It took the little girl from a shop down the mall who came by to drop off Valentines cards to us to finally convince him that he needed to get me something. Nothing like a 6 year old girl to shame your boyfriend into getting you a.....card. It wasn't even a Valentines card. He also addressed it to the way the six year old pronounced my name because he thought it would be funny. Then after work he didn't even take me out for dinner. We went to his place and watched WWF wrestling in which he thought was my favorite because of the fact that I watched it with him. I'm pretty sure this spiraled into a fight and another one of our 'off' times as well.

Lesson to be learned: If you don't like Valentines and your significant other does...just amuse them and do 'something'. Even if it's something small it's better than nothing, as long as it's from the heart and not a guilt card.




So, after this one would think I am one of the HATERS...in which I have been in some years past, especially when you get dumped right before hand because then this day is like a big slap in the face after you've just started to pick yourself back up. I can't say I'm a LOVER of it either because I've never gotten to spend a proper one with a significant other. I'm indifferent this year. Except for the chocolate, I'm going to LOVE that when it's 1/2 off on the 15th!

Not your average work party

So I have been very fortunate in the fact that 3 years ago a placement agency found me the best office to work at ever. Usually we are all shipped off to Mississauga for the Christmas party but this year got to organize a party of our own and whoop it up in Vancouver. This story may not include a date per say, but it does slightly back up my theory that I attract a lot of the wrong people.

THE GOOD, THE BAD, AND THE UGLY


Oh, where do I even start? Actually the beginning of the evening was fine. We had a wonderful dinner and then went to a bar and had a few beers. After that my boss really wanted to go to the Roxy. I don't know what it was but I had previously expressed that I didn't really want to go to the Roxy. I had no real reason why except that I just wasn't feeling it, but when my boss has her mind set on something there's no going back. Which may be part of how she shimmied into the bar with another group and left us stranded. In her defense she thought we were right behind her. This is where we lost 3 of our group as they decided to pack it in. The 4 of us were going to stick it out and I went up to bat to try and talk ourselves in with the bouncer. Now, I am not a talker by any means (I'm the one my friends bring up with them to stick out my cleavage and look pretty)so we ended up having to stick it out in line. This is where we lost 2 more from our group as it was beginning to become to much of a wait for them. In hind sight this is probably where I should have just packed it in but by that time my determination had overtaken my undesirable feelings of the Roxy.

It was once inside the club where things got entertaining. After a few more beers it was time to tackle the bathroom (you ladies know what I'm talking about, it can get pretty disgusting mid-night with a bunch of sloppy drinkers and girls who can't hold their liquor). After doing my business and trying to touch the least amount of surfaces possible I get accosted by an older lady who grabbed me by both arms and complimented me on my dress/appearance. She said I looked like I was in my twenties and kept complimenting me on my skin and my 'structure'. When I was able to free myself from her boa constrictor like grip and didn't return any of her advances her story quickly changed in which she stated 'you know I really thought you were in your thirties, I was just blowing smoke up your ass'. Nice. Nothing like showing your UGLY side when things don't go your way.


There was a guy who kept walking by our table throughout the evening. I could see he was checking me out and since he was fairly easy on the eyes I made sure to make some eye contact and give him a smile. He ended up coming up to me and we started talking. Once last call was done and they turned on the lights to get us the fuck out he charmed my boss and I (my co worker had made his exit an hour before)into going to an after hours place. Now here's the thing, most people have this switch or button inside them that at some point in the night/morning will tell them it's time to stop drinking. Sometimes my switch doesn't work (or needs someone to switch it for me)and this night was one of them. My boss seems to be the same type so at that moment in time we thought it was a great idea. So we get to the after hours place and my new friend see's one of his old buddies and goes and talks to him. The host asked if we wanted a table and that if we did there was a man on his own that would like to share it with us. We are nice friendly people so of course we said okay.


It was an older gentleman and he had been out on the town with a couple friends and was the only one who wanted to grab a bite to eat afterwards. We shared a few pots of 'tea' over our second Chinese meal of the evening. He was getting a little flirty over me which was flattering except that he was probably close to my fathers age. Besides, in my drunken mess I was still all moon-eyed over the other guy who was switching back and forth from our table and his friends. We asked what the older man did for a living and he said he was a police officer. EXCUSE ME?! Now I'm not sure if he knew this was an after hours place to begin with or not. But we were sitting with an police officer in an after hours restaurant and he kept pouring us beer. Errr, sorry 'tea'. He even insisted on paying for the meal even when we said no and that it would be all expended anyways because it was a work function. We thanked him and gave him a hug upon leaving. He was a very GOOD man who just wanted some company to enjoy with his meal.


So obviously we are left with the BAD. When we went to leave the restaurant the bad said not to go and hopped into the Limo that my boss seemed to procure out of nowhere. My boss said she had more drinks at the hotel and he could come with us if he paid for the Limo ride (which was to get him back for slightly abandoning us at the restaurant). So we got back to the hotel and we had a couple more drinks (because that's a good idea). He started asking more questions about what we did and then the questions got a little funky when he found out we sold maltodextrins and such. It was a very loosely covered question that basically meant 'what can I cut with my shit to make more money'. *record scratch* WHOA NOW. Stop this train. That was when the switch finally kicked in (or dropped like a hammer) and it was time for this night to end. Buddy thought that he may get lucky but 'had to meet someone real quick but I'll come back' I told him it was time for my beauty sleep and managed to slip into my hotel room untouched (which was my plan even if he didn't end up being a drug dealer because I don't really roll like that). He never did try to come back but I think I may have shut the door in his face. No room in my life for a BAD man like that.

So what's the moral of this story? I don't know. What I do know is that I had a police officer and a drug dealer sitting at the same table flirting with me at one point in the evening!

Well ain't that the poops.....

TALK ABOUT A CRAPPY COMEBACK

So the other night I decided to log back into the dating sites, update my pictures, maybe change the blurb on myself. Honestly I haven't been on it for a while, I find I go through spurts where I will be all gung-ho searching through profiles and all that...until either I have few guys that I've started to chat offline to (because you can only juggle so many before you get confused) or I get the feeling like I'm just sifting through the same regurgitated profiles.


It was the latter that made me take this last break so I was a bit thrilled when I happened to get a new message from someone I hadn't seen before. Now, when I get a message I will look at the profile first. Why you ask? Because I feel that I can understand the tone of an email better by seeing how they describe themselves. This only works of course if the message is more than "Hi", "Hello" or "You hot". His profile seemed to be a standard, run of the mill profile. His message not so ordinary. (Keep in mind that this is the more serious dating site rather than what plenty of fish has become)

The guy started by stating how attractive I am and then proceeded to ask me if I would take a shit on him. He was fully serious and would pay me $4500 to do so.

REALLY??!

I wish I had the actual message to copy/paste his email here but it isn't in my inbox anymore and the guys profile is gone. I'm going to go ahead and guess I wasn't the only one he asked to shit on him and he got booted.

I know that it was probably some kids who posted someone else's pic and were goofing around or some guy who was bored and thought he would try to get a rise out of someone. I mean who really has $4500 laying around these days to spend on elaborate things like getting shit on? But having this be the first message I get when I come back online doesn't really make me want to jump on the internet dating saddle with much enthusiasm.

Is it a sign of some sort telling me to stay away for a bit longer?

Who knows.

That being said, I am going to once again make an effort to browse because 1) how can I blog about dating if I'm not doing it and 2) I can't just sit around and hope that love is going to fall into my lap.

Dating Discussion #1

Alright people let's talk sex. Yeah, I'm going there even when I know that my sister and my mom read my entries. That's just how this blog rolls. Feel free to leave your own comments below. Open discussion is encouraged here :)

THE THIRD DATE DILEMMA

I've been doing some pondering lately about the dating world. More specifically about those 'steps and rules' everyone goes through when you start to date someone new. I mean, the steps are commonly known by everyone. (Firstly if it's online there is a whole other staircase to climb first before you even get here but that's a whole different post)

Step #1: Go on coffee date, share a kiss.
Step #2: Go for dinner, share longer kiss/make-out.
Step #3: Go on date three = have sexy time.

These steps are so well known that they've shown up in tv and movies (and I'm sure in lyrics somewhere behind some catchy base line or pop beat). Tell anyone you are going on date #3 and they'll go "ooooh yeah, date #3 huh?" *eyebrow waggle*

But what if you don't want to have sexy time by date three? What if your not 100% positive that you are comfortable enough to wake up the next day beside them? What if your dating partner doesn't sleep with you on date three night? Does that mean it's time to throw in the towel and move on to the next one? Just because you haven't hit the sheets by date three surely can't mean that the connection is dead or can't be strengthened enough to hit the sheets in the future. I find this disturbing, like an unappetizing fast food dinner instead of a well prepared home cooked meal. I believe it is proven fact that women are more open and confident in bed with someone that they feel comfortable with and have created some kind of bond to; which means if you wait until that point then the sex would obviously be better. So why is it that guys are on such a fast paced track to sexing? I won't group all men in this because I do know that there are men who will wait and I can't group all women either because I also know some women who can brush off one nighters with ease so hitting the sheets on date #3 wouldn't be as much of an issue with them. But I'm going to continue as I believe this covers the majority of both sexes.

Lets use 'HAIRY' as an example. From my last post you can all probably guess atleast one of the reasons why I would be hesitant to jump into his bed. What stumps me is the words he said to me didn't really stack up to his lack of action in the end. Did that make sense? Let me explain. Near the end of the evening, after a bit of a make out session he stated that it was near his bed time. This of course was the fork in the road where I either decided to get my frisky on or take myself home. He said that he didn't want to...what's the word...push or force kinda sound too strong. He didn't want me to do anything I didn't want to do, or be comfortable with. I told him that it was best for me to go home that night. At that time I gave him props for being a gentleman and not pushing the subject (or anything else) on me. This of course faded away when he cancelled on our next get together and then never contacted me again. (Some could say it was up to me as well to contact him but in my defense I was the one who asked him to join me for a party and he cancelled. I believe if you cancel with someone it is up to you to call them up to get together another time as to show that you still have interest in them. It was also myself who had contacted him the last 2 times which also made it 'his turn' in my eyes. I'm a girl, I'm supposed to be the chase-ee not the chaser...which I guess is probably another whole different topic to be brought up here on it's own one day)

Anyways, I'm wandering again. Where was I? Right, the part where he lost interest. This is the part I didn't understand. How do you, or why would you, spend the time to start to get to know someone and just start to scratch the surface on what they are all about only to throw them back in the (figurative) sea because they wouldn't share your bed with you? Of course maybe he had other reasons...maybe a red flag popped up in his head because I was too hairless (I mean my back you dirty, dirty birds).

I guess my point is why say that you don't want to push someone into something and go by their speed if you really aren't going to stick around if they don't. But then I guess he would be quite the asshole if he said "Are you going to sleep with me? No? Okay, the doors over there, see ya. Don't call me."

How is it that sex has become such an important factor so early in the game. Yes, it's exciting and new....because it's with a new person...of course it's going to be exciting and new! But what happens when that lusty period is over and your left sitting across from each other wondering who that person is? I'm by no way a prude. I've slept with guys too early (bet Mom's proud now) and I've made some wait a long time (building Mom's pride back up) but it has always depended on the guy/situation and I never rate them by a sexual timetable. I think that it would be more important to form a more solid bond so that you could keep your sexy time exciting in the long run.

What if it was a friend in which you started dating? Do these rules apply even if you already know someone fairly well or do they get tossed aside because of that very fact?

I could continue to pull situations out of my past and keep rambling but I won't. This is by no means a post of a woman scorned, I'm fully happy with the decision I made. This post is to get you to think, ask questions and start conversations. So I will leave you with a question on which to ponder...


How is it that not having sex on date #3 has become a deal breaker and why as a society have we let it become one?

(Sorry, guess that was 2 questions :p)

No business up front.....Party in the back!

Hello Guys and Dolls, it's been a while so let's just get to it shall we?

HAIRY

So Hairy was the first guy I met off of a newer dating site for 'more serious' daters. After the usual first few messages we moved onto msn and phone and then onto the first meet up. Since he was an outdoorsy guy he suggested a walk in the park. (I had a friend comment why I was so risky with the first meet up....it was a public park in the daylight people! C'mon :p) Since it was sunny out we were both covered by our sunglasses and hats (my hangover hat of course) so neither of us could really get a good look at the other. However he seemed very nice and we had good conversation. We both love Radiohead so there was a lot of talk about them. He is also a huge concert goer and told me many stories of the concerts he had gone to. At the end of our meet up we parted ways with a 'nice to meet you' and I was very unsure of where it was going to go. He did end up calling and asking me out for drinks a few days later. Since it was in the evening we were both able to get a good look at each others faces this time and he wore the tell all expression of being high. Now I know that nerves can be a bitch sometimes but come on, smoking pot before a date?? Halfway through the evening he lifted his hat to push back his hair and I noticed that it was receding. A lot. What got me was that he grew the rest of it out to his above his shoulders. I instantly got the ping of a dealbreaker. I mean, I know that we are all getting older and that men lose their hair but you can groom accordingly. The conversation was still really good between us though and when we went to leave he waved off my attempt to contribute to the bill. Hairy also left an extremely large tip which I'm not sure was to impress me or because he was too lazy/impatient to get any change from the waitress. Like our first meet up there was no physical contact at the end and he just walked me to my car, said goodnight and kept walking.

So since the end of the date was void of any physical contact I figured that was the end of it.

A week and a half later he messaged me up and apologized for not contacting me for a while as he just started on a new job contract ( He is a heavy machine operator)and asked if I wanted to meet up that week. With the bad hair grooming fresh in my mind I mulled it over and decided that I needed to keep an open mind and that it was just hair. Nothing a well placed, subtle comment couldn't get rid of in the future if need be. So I agreed to meet up a few nights later. When I showed up at his place that night I was happily surprised that he had shaved his head! (In which I complemented of course as it was a much better look) We took a drive out to Blackcomb and Cypress (he wanted to see if there was still snow to get in one more ski weekend) and listened to a bunch of B sides from Radiohead that he had found. I could totally smell the weed in his truck but I kept my mouth shut and thought I would wait to see when he would tell me. After the drive we went for dinner and back to his place where my car was. When we said goodbye we shared a hug and I told him to give me a call. This time when I went to turn to my car he reached out, grabbed me, turned me around and planted a wet one on me. It was kinda hot. What am I saying, it was definitely hot...something about that tiny bit of force and taking control of the situation. Wanting a kiss and just making it happen, it almost seemed that he grew a pair when he cut off his hair or something (if you know what I mean). We made tentative plans to get together on the weekend.

When Saturday rolled around he messaged me in the afternoon and asked if I wanted to get together and go on a hike and have dinner at his place after as he had just marinated some steaks. Cook me dinner? I was in. Not wanting to go over empty handed I supplied the drinks for the evening ( Strawberry infused vodka mixed with fresh strawberries and lemon mojito style. Figured I'd try to impress him with my mixology stylings lol) After dinner and a few cocktails we sat and listened to one of his favorite bands the Black Keys in which I had never heard their earlier stuff before. And yes, we made out a bit. This was about the time that I got the inclination that there was a little more going on on his back than on the top of his head. I really can't say for sure how bad it was but there was definitely a friction of back hair between him and his shirt. More than a light dusting anyways. Once again the red flag in the back of my head popped up. Actually it was more like a very excited person holding a red flag jumping up and down uncontrollably to get noticed. When he said that it was time for him to go to bed I decided it was time for me to go home. I should also mention that he finally admitted that he liked to partake in a little weed from time to time that night.

This was the point in time where I really had to make a decision. Is back hair really a deal breaker? Would it be something I couldn't get past? Would it be something I could subtlety suggest he get rid of without hurting his feelings if we did decide to see each other long term? Was it really something important in the long run when everything else was good? So I did the most logical thing there is to do nowadays and asked my friends on Facebook. I believe it was What are your thoughts on back hair? Is it a dealbreaker? How much is too much? (I wish I had saved all the comments to put in here because I really do have a bunch of hilarious friends) Of course the response was varying and I knew that I would be the one to decide for myself since really I would be the one to have to live with it.

Fortunately or unfortunately I didn't have to make that choice. As it turned out I got extremely sick for 2 weeks. I had invited him to a friends party the one weekend and he had messaged me to let me know he wouldn't be able to make it. Since I was sick to the point that I thought I would die I had left it at that since I was in no shape to go myself either. When I was back to full health I considered contacting him but then decided not to as he was the one who had cancelled on me and that if he wanted to re schedule then he could call me.

I do have a couple theories on why he may not have called. One in particular that I will be posting soon.

As for my decision on back hair.....I guess you'll just have to wait and see until I meet the next sasquatch ;)