Why I'm a dull girl

So the other day I had my facebook status as "I fear for myself. I am more jealous that my friend got to sleep in instead of being jealous that she just had loud monkey sex. Seriously, wtf is wrong with me?" which was provoked from the bed pounding against the wall in the room right above me. Unfortunately I am not making this up. The two love birds even freaked my cats out with the noise. So I played some Minecraft videos on a higher volume than normal trying to get my sanity in check.

A year of Lovin'

On September 30, it will have been a full year I have been an owner of Vixen, my quarter horse mare.

Just a bit of rambling

I wish I could get myself to sit down long enough to spit out a couple blogs during the week.  However recently my time has been dominated by a couple of secret pleasures of mine.

This does not involve anything sexual sadly.

My 3rd and 4th date with Vincent!

I have been busy at the kennel and haven't had the time to sit down and blog.  But I have definitely had time to sit down and have dinner with Vince, lol.  The 3rd date went well, we planned to go to Uno but they were closed because they're power had went out, so we went to Quaker Steak and Lube.  Pattie and Rob had ate there as well, just at a different table.  It was funny and weird eating at a different table than them.  I am so used to having their company that being in the same room but not eating with them was an odd experience for me.  The 4th date was another shot at Uno.  They were open, and we both ended up ordering the same thing.  It is getting easier to talk with him, and I can tell he is always trying to keep the conversation flowing.

As some of you might have noticed, my Facebook status had read I should have kissed him :-( and I mean it.  I never normally have a nervous problem.  But when the end of the date comes, I find myself giving him a hug and a small (probably unnoticeable) kiss on his neck, right below the ear.  And I had every intention of giving him a real kiss at the end of our 4th date, but I panicked.  What if he doesn't want a kiss, like he isn't ready for that?  What if it scares him off?  What if he doesn't even like me, and is only taking me to dinner out of pity?  Eh, okay, so maybe he does like me, but what if I lean in for a kiss and he leans away?  What if I have onion breath?  I did have a burger with onions on it at Uno, so what if?!  What if I screw it up, and kiss him wrong?  Like miss his mouth?  How embarrassing that would be!

Gah, it's just making my knot of nervous even tighter, and I just get that stupid butterfly sensation in my stomach.  Gotta shake it off and head back to the kennel for the evening shift.  But still...  I can't wait to see him again.  :-)

(On a side note I was sent another referral named Joel who I am to meet this week, though I think I will have to change the day.  We'll see how that goes.)

Bah, I'm me, what more is there to brag about? ;-)

Well, there won't be a second date with Toby.  Yes, unfortunately.  I am not going to lie, I am confused about this.  When we first called each other we spent 4 hours on the phone together.  Then every time after that it was a good hour, hour and a half.  We talked a lot before we met, and even then, I thought our date went smoothly.  We laughed, had jokes, had endless chitchat.  At least, I thought so.  And even then, at the end of the date, when I asked if he wanted a second date, he said ya.

Maybe that was the two beers talking.  I tried calling him yesterday, and I couldn't get a hold of him.  So I texted him asking him if he was busy and if I could call.  Now on Sunday I had texted him, asking him if "he was feeling it" meaning the beer since he admitted to drinking prior to our date and said he would feel it later.  I didn't get a reply back Sunday or Monday.  But on Tuesday I get a text back saying "Watching baseball game, no i am not feeling it like you said it was nice meeting you."  It didnt take too much to link it together, so I asked him if I did anything wrong, and he simply replied, "no, your just not my type."

Type.  Ohhh, does that word set me on edge.  Not my type, my type.  What does that mean?  Does that mean I am too fat for him, not skinny enough, too ditsy, not busty, too shy, not friendly, too needy, not worthy, too free, not considerate?  I mean, what makes a person have a type of person they are attracted AND THEN JOIN A BLIND DATING SERVICE?!?!?  Hello, you moron, if you want a certain type go fishing elsewhere where you can view your fish better! 

Okay, okay, okay, I can understand having a physical attraction to certain people.  I mean, there are those cuties in the world that make us go "oh la la" and blush.  And if that physical attraction isn't there, then I guess I am not his type.  Well, sometimes, these things take time to grow...  I know this from Pattie and Rob.  Pattie and Rob didn't have that attraction at first though.  And I do not have a physical attraction to Vincent.  But after one date he can honestly say this- no, not say, text it to me.  I am not his type.

HE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW ME!