On To The Next One

I feel so naked.  I left my cell phone at home.

God, my thighs look sensational.

In theory this would not be such a bad thing, however, I have a date this evening and

1.  He does not have my address.
2.  The restaurant where he wants to take me [one of the nicest in the city] appears to be closed on Sundays and I am not sure that he is aware of this since we changed our date from Tuesday.

I am inclined to just say, "Forget it, let's go grab a cocktail on a patio somewhere."  After all, it is sunny and gorgeous outside...but for one slight issue - I am still mentally tan-orexic.  It's not that I want to look like I belong on the cast of the Jersey Shore, but if I'm breaking out the sundress on the patio, I want to be looking my best.  Plus, in addition to teaching graphic design at the university while he gets his masters and bartending at a fabulous little downtown spot, my date for this evening also dabbles in a hobby about which I am still unsure how I feel in a potential suitor:  bodybuilding.

If you want to see a ridiculously confident woman start to feel a little uneasy about how toned and tan she is - have her go on a date with a guy with what seems like 0% body fat and a perfect tan.  Granted, in this case it helps that I don't find him insanely good-looking, but he is super sweet.  And, after continuing to play cat and mouse with the ever-alluring and oh-so-relationship-clueless Buzz, it was beyond refreshing to have a guy tell me that he wants to have the opportunity to spend more time with me and get to know me, so just let him know when I'm free because there's a table he'd like to reserve at this fabulous restaurant for us.  I will refer to him as "Martini," quite the misnomer, seeing as how there doesn't seem to be anything "teeny" about him from what I can see.

Simply put, Martini is not my usual "type."  Obviously my "type" 15 years of dating  hasn't been working out, therefore I am open to new experiences.  I enter this uncharted territory with trepidation for a couple legitmate reasons though.

Exhibit 1:  He has facial hair that is way too Purple Rain for me.

Exhibit 2 is slightly more controversial.

We're not talking a little symbol on the bicep here...I've dated that before.  I'm talking entire bicep, and full back piece.  I'm intrigued to hear the stories behind them.  Side note:  Barbed wire is always an automatic knockout. 

Either way, as my dear friend Gigi, dating aficionado, says, "At worst, it's free dinner and a good story." 

These are two things I certainly enjoy.

You know what else I apparently enjoy?  Cat and mouse for three months...until I got asked out by Martini and Buzz texted me a little while later and I finally bit the bullet and told him I was moving on.  I'm not exactly sure why that was as difficult as it was and I was admittedly probably a bit harsh on him - but his text messages don't keep me warm at night and they don't make an adult relationship either. 

[But I still haven't shaken him off completely, dammit.]