This Isn't a Good Time For Me

So you remember Kevin from my second ever blog post? I wrote this about him:

Kevin constantly would start sentences and then decide not to tell me what he was thinking of saying. Kevin also often sent me emails informing me that he had written me an email but decided not to send it.

Today, the following happened:

Kevin called me and right after saying "Hello," said "This isn't a good time for me, can I call you back?".

Later he called and we talked. Then he called me back 2 minutes after we got off the phone and said "I want to tell you something. Wait, nevermind. What I was going to say is more appropriate for a text." He then texted me the word "theoretical." Then nothing. I called him 3 times in the next 5 minutes in order to inquire what the hell was happening in his head- no answer.

To his credit, once I finally got an explanation, it made sense.

That just happened

Tonight I went on a pretty good first date with a guy.

He was tall, had an amazing body (his arms made me want to throw MYSELF up against a wall!), and was very handsome. He was smart and driven and well traveled and masculine. He had great manners. He was polite and paid for dinner and asked if he could see me again soon. He's outdoorsy and excited about having a family and seems to be close with his own family. When he got home he sent me a really nice text ("Loved the sarcasm! Sarcasm = sense of humor + personality + intelligence"). As we proceeded to text, I learned more about him. He prefers one-on-one or small groups to crowds; he "has a big ego, although he may have met his match" (HA!); he loves to cuddle (and warned me that I better not blog about that!); he was nervous while we were out on our date; he's looking forward to finishing his degree in civil engineering; he's not the jealous type; and- oh yeah- he may be moving to Guam soon for work.

GUAM!

FML. That just happened.

Just the right amount of English

While I was in Mexico last week, I had the following conversation:

Eduardo: My English is not so good. You are...very attractive.
Me: Oh, thank you. Your English is juuuust fine.

That's all the English he needed.

He was just about to say that

The other day, a guy I'm dating posted the following blog entry about me:

Title: I was just about to say that

The other day I picked up my date from her house. On the way to the restaurant she informed me, “I look lovely this evening.”

Oops.

*And she did look lovely. Despite my negligence in mentioning this right away, at dinner when I was sitting across from her I renoticed how nice she was looking in her dress and was sure to point it out in a sincere way. I think I mostly recovered.