Life in general

I just realized I never updated this thing. July 2nd was the day of my date. It actually went pretty well, or so I thought. This guy was tall, a  pilot which is a super cool job, and he actually held decent conversation and we shared some laughs and a few kisses. Mr. Pilot though is terrible with the follow through, or perhaps completely not interested. I was a bit out there on the first date, which is not my norm. I just felt like I could be myself, which is apparently crazy. I thought things were progressing well, but he totally ignored me saturday which was fine as I was out getting my drinks paid for by a guy I knew from work! Such a good time with him! But things with Mr. Pilot fell apart sunday. I guess I just had my heart on my sleeve, because I was already upset that morning when I get yet another e-mail from my ex. I just wanted something to work out how I wanted. I know I let my ecpectations get the best of me, but all I wanted was for the ex to not be e-mailing me and the Pilot to be texting me, and of course neither really happened. Mr. Pilot did get back to me 9 hours later... which I am sorry I was an idiot and should have taken the hint then, but he acts really sincere, but then totally forgets about me. I can't read him at all. Frances said all pilots are players, and I didn't want to believe this about this guy, but gut is telling me just to let him go. I am a freaking catch, and he doesn't realize that I will chase a bit, but if you blow me off once I won't ever do it again. Learned my lesson... so for the next few dates I am just going to be coy and not wear my heart on my sleeve since it apparently makes me compeltely unattractive. I don't have much hope for him to contact me, although I would probably want to see him again.

So on to date two. I had been talking to Boots for a bit ( hang in there I will tell you why I call him Boots) Even longer than the Pilot, but he just was slower to ask me out. I feel bad because I had been kind of ignoring him since he was not really my type. He and I seriously had nothing in common. But he seemed sweet, and sometimes opposites attract. Well I get to the restaurant, and he is my height. Automatice NOPE. And he was wearing boots with a heel... Even bigger NO. I am seriously 5'3 on a good day and he listed himself as 5'6. apparently 5'6 =5'1 in BOOTS. He was so sweet, but a bit of a stoner, as he informed me about 5 minutes into the date. ugh. Not thanks. I am too old for that crap. Conversation was strained, and every time he said something he liked I hated it and every time he said something he hated I loved it. I knew it was gonna be trouble. Gee you are a fan of Phish and Grateful Dead... I would have never known. Weird thing was, he had the exact same smile as my friends husband, too bad it was located about 3 inches below my own smile. He was asking me all these odd questions about my goals in life, and I said travel, which is true, and then he was trying to get me to talk about how much I wanted a family like him, which is true... but not now. I think this kid just wanted me to push out a few midget babies after the date! I mean I want a family someday, but I want to see the world first, I love meeting new people, and trying new things. I am far to selfish to have kids right now. I want to spend my money on pedicures and flights to NYC, not bibs and diapers.

Well that said, these past few weeks, my diet has gone to hell, but the nervous energy of going out on dates made me kick it up a notch at the gym... and I have actually busted through my plateau.

So I do have a third date set up for the 12th, but I will update that later... I will name this one, Neighbor Boy, as I apparently have been paying match tons of money to hook me up with someone I already knew! Go figure.

Spaghetti Squash

So I spent the last week hanging out at the beach and eating paleo, and as expected I lost weight. even with my one "treat" day where I had a meal with fried shrimp and an fruity cocktail drink.  I brought home a few recipies that Stephanie and I made while at the beach and after 45 minutes at 375 degress in the oven I have enough spaghetti squash to last me the next month I swear. Well maybe not a month but at least a good week and a half. I not kidding.

Today I feel like crap because I went against my better judgement and had two slices of pizza today, so now my body is like, WHAAAAAT??!?!??! I am supposed to go out for drinks tonight but we shall see how many I actually do. Not sure that I am going to be super up for it as my stomach currently hates me at the moment but I am sure that is a combination of carbs and nervous energy.

Work is not stressing me out, but my right leg hurts a bit after three rounds of bowling last night. I pretty much got wiped on the floor, but I am not super competitive when it comes to bowling so I didn't much care.

We shall see how I feel tonight. Ugh.