heating up

Things are heating up...not only is it getting crazy hot here in NC, but my schedule is getting crazy outta control. I never got a chance to write over the weekend...thought I would be able to yesterday...nope...and today...well if you are reading it then I did manage to finish and post, but right now, as I write, I am doubtful if it will get there. There is so much to fill you in on...

I will start with the weekend. Went out with Matchdate #4 again on Saturday morning cuz I really liked him and was hoping for a spark. We had a lovely time, he is really great, and damnit, no dice. I am starting to wonder if I really DO want a boyfriend cuz I can't seem to manage a spark with the ones who would make good ones, and the ones who aren't available for one reason or another (shall I recap for you? already attached, leaving for Afghanistan, starting Fball season) I seem inexplicably drawn to.

Sunday, the Pea and I went to the beach with Dancergirl, Samantha, and their boys, and spent the entire day. By afternoon it was just the Pea and me, and we walked, collected shells, lolled in the sun, and relaxed. Sunday night was the usual chores and laundry...still waiting on that damn fairy godmother of mine to show...bitch is MIA.

Last night was fun...I was able to catch up and reconnect with JD, who has been out of town for the last few months and I got him up to speed on all things Match. I told him about Coach, Matchdate #3 (who I have started referring to as SkinnyAngryCatMan and WILL give y'all the scoop on cuz have realized the date makes for a pretty good story), and then signed on so he could check it out. With Booya to my left checking his own Match site and also DeMotivational Posters (I will have a link Thursday, hilarious), and JD to my right, overlooking my shoulder, we got busy checking out all my "matches" and educating JD. He was able to see for himself some of the crazy...which I am gonna do a whole post on one of these days...and also go through and "approve" the ones I am corresponding with.

So, one of the guys sent me an email basically saying "I don't do email, call me." At first I was like "Wha? You call me f*cker" but then, duh, realized he can't cuz he doesn't have my number, or hell for that matter, know my name. With JD and Booya pushing to call, I did, and now there is a guy named John, somewhere on the planet, who thinks I am CRAY-ZEE.

Voicemail: "Hi, this is John, not available to take your call, leave a message."

Me: "Hi John, this is K, from match...you said to call, so I am, was hoping we could chat [for the record, YES, I now realize that sounded stupid, but considering what came next, positive it doesn't much matter] but you must be busy...I will try and give you a call tomorrow night, hope you had a great day, gnite." I didn't leave my number, and blocked it from caller ID...hindsight: THANK GOD.

Me: to JD, upon coming downstairs to find him on my computer "winking" at random guys "STOP TOUCHING MY SHIT, F*CKER! I got voicemail, left a message...awww come on man, get off my stuff and move over."

Booya: "You better knock it off or she will kick you!"

JD: "Bitch, you crazy...better not"

Me: looking down at my phone and realizing it is STILL CONNECTED "oh no, I didn't hang up..." and THEN I hung up.

L.O.L.

Booya: "Nice..."

JD: "Yeah...I don't think you are ever gonna hear from him again."

Me: "Should I call him back?"

Booya & JD: "NO!"

Me: Calling back..."Hi, John, K again, sorry about the last half of that message, I realize you are now horrified [at which point I realize I am digging a bigger hole and need to just stop] take care."

I will not be AT ALL surprised if he "blocks" me from further contact.

If I ever do hear from him again, do you think I can blame it on heat stroke?