shit

Bad: Getting really drunk and initiating a bad, sloppy, drunken make-out session in a bar with a guy you might like
Badder: Forgetting to set your alarm that night and having to go into work 90 minutes late and still drunk the next day
Worse: Having to go on a blind date that night.

It's a good thing the guy had no potential and I'm not going to see him again.

oops

Drunk-texted the new flirtation tonight, letting him know where I would be. He replied that he wasn't going out because he was broke. OK, fine. I left that bar and proceeded to two others. I ended up back at the first bar where I saw the person who introduced us. Apparently he showed up after I'd texted him, then left. Shit.

I did, however, flirt with a nice Jew. They are almost as rare as Asians in interior Alaska.

childhood led me wrong

I'm never going to have a successful one-night stand until I move past the concept of stranger danger.

The Movie Talker decided we didn't have enough in common to warrant a second date. Which is probably true, but I'm still not sure how you can decide that so quickly. Maybe Gay is most definitely not gay, but things there are strange. When he gets nervous, he gets loud. Not in volume, but in mannerisms, if that makes any sense. I gave him another ride home this week, and when we got to his place, he started telling me how he looked forward to a certain day of the week because he knew he would see me and get to flirt with me. According to him, this is a highlight of the week. And then he got out of the car and went inside. That's twice now that I've driven him home and neither of us have made any moves. I've decided I'm sick of being the aggressive one and I want to be pursued for a little bit, so he needs to step up his game if he wants to play at all.

There's also a new entry who has not yet warranted a name. I kept making eye contact with this really cute guy in dark nerdy glasses a few nights ago. When I saw him talking to one of my friends, I swooped in to chat with her a bit. Here comes the shallowness: I consider her a little stupid, so he is tainted by association. However, I did give him my number. He called the next day, but I didn't recognize the number so I let it go to voicemail. We've since exchanged a few texts.

not getting it, in so many ways

I offered to give Maybe Gay a ride home from the bar the other night. When we stopped outside his house, he thanked me and turned to open the door. WTF? Gas, grass or ass, nobody rides for free. I grabbed him and gave him a kiss, but it was of the quick, closed-mouth variety. I m still confused about that entire sequence of events. I saw him the next night, but I was out with a male friend, so he kind of stayed away.

I have given up and expanded my search parameters for online dating. I am now willing to consider dating someone who lives in North Pole.