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The dirty (half) dozen

Here's a brief date recap for those of you playing the home game. I'll attempt to maintain the same date nicknames from now on so we can all follow along. I was needing a flow chart for awhile.

Date #1 : aka "Friendster Guy" - thought I wanted to be just friends but now think better of it. He's checking his schedule to see if he'll join me at a hockey game this weekend.

Date #2: was "Date # 3" at some point. Now known as "Buff Gym Guy". Very flirty. Saw him again last night. I brought him to a group thing at a bar last night knowing he'd be pretty flirty with not just me but my gal pals and I knew they'd like it. He was and they did. I learned he's a very interesting person and worth at least a couple more dates. He sang me a song from Les Miserable. And he was good. I didn't swoon but it's the kind of thing that would make me do so.

Date #3: "K." Physical disabilities and speech impediment. I've already told him we can be friends but that's it.

Date #4: "Glider Guy" He flies gliders in his spare time. A little boring. We may go out again to see if the awkwardness goes away but it probably won't.

Date #5: "High School Guy" Yes, I believe I'm going to call this a retroactive date. He was pleasant and funny and the conversation was relaxed and comfortable. We're going out again Friday night but with a friend of his. He's asked me to see if I have any single ladies who'd like to join us. There are a few red flags involving alcohol that I'd like to investigate. Friday night at a bar with a pal of his from Britain is the perfect venue. There are some things that are deal breakers for me. Overexcessive drinking is one of them.

Date #6: "Math Teacher" The jury is still out on him because we won't meet until Sunday.

So, Dates 1, 2, and 5 are promising and worthy of at least a second if not third and fourth looks. If dates 3 and 4 don't contact me ever again I'd be fine with that.

Date 6 is an unknown.

Oh, and in case you are wondering, only one of these dates ended in a kiss and it was the very, very briefest of pecks from Buff Gym Guy. Sadly I was like "oh my goodness I think he's going to kiss me on the lips right here in the bar in front of god and everyone!" instead of "Yeeha!" I may or may not be sharing any more juicy details here in the future. That might have been it folks. You may be trying to live vicariously through me, but not THAT vicariously.

Today is a day of rest. Aaahhhh....

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