Third time is a charm

In just a few hours we will leave 2017 in the dust and welcome in 2018. I've spent some time in the past week thinking about what I want and need in a potential relationship. I've come up with a dating bucket list... In 2018 I will date a guy who....   1) Brings me flowers on the first date   2) Rides a motorcycle (it's a bucket list thing!)   3) Wants to go dancing   4) Volunteers at a soup kitchen or food bank   5) Cares about others and is interested in who I am   6) Wants to go on a date to an amusement park or the fair   7) Wants to go to the art museum and discuss what abstract images we see and not be serious about it.   8) Someone who understands that sometimes I just need someone to say it'll be okay. I don't need someone to fix things, I just need someone to let me know that i've got a handle on it when I don't think I do. When I reflect on this list it doesn't seem like that big of a deal and that these things c...

I received a strange Merry Christmas facebook message the other day. It was from W, who was the guy I dated before H2 (husband #2). I completely remember why I stopped talking to W, as he wanted to remain "friends" (with benefits) after I was exclusively dating H2. We went out to dinner the night before I left for Alaska and I found out midway through the dinner he had bet another friend that he could get me into bed. Two things were wrong with this, first of all, seriously W, we aren't in high school anymore. You and your buddies don't need to bet on if your going to get some, honestly it probably means your not going to once the girl in the equation finds out and secondly I was in a committed relationship!! I remember him running his hand down my leg and me looking at his buddy across the booth saying "and then there is this dumbass who thinks he has a chance at getting laid tonight..." then I got sick of him, grabbed my purse and left. Well, in a moment...

That's right folks, I did it again and went out on another date. We had been talking back and forth (both text and on the phone!) for quite some time. We had a couple dates planned, however one things lead to another and two were cancelled. One was my fault and the other was his so i've gotta take 50% of the blame on this one. This date was a bit on the fly, as I was riding on the ferry back home from Thanksgiving when he asked what I was up to that evening. I figured I had nothing to lose, why not! After consulting with my awesome neighbor (and FRIEND) letting her know where I was going and who I was with, just to make sure if I didn't turn back up someone would know where to start looking... We met at Outback, which is a great place. Since it was 8pm, which is getting towards my bedtime, we decided to just do salad and a bloomin' onion. I know that Outback's Bloomin' Onions have a great reputation, but honestly folks... it was okay and I was unimpressed. H...

Today I am feeling old, at the old age of 35 (yes folks, that is what we call sarcasm) I've realized that really the only way to date is online. I went out to the bar with a friend last weekend, after Produce Guy, we had a blast. We go out about once a year and call it "dirty drinking" while hitting the local dive/biker bar. Admittedly, it was a confidence boost as there were multiple guys who "liked my shirt". Seriously, that was the pick up line for at least three guys. The most memorable of the shirt liking guys was a musician. Seemed like a nice guy, he really wanted me to go out to his truck, smoke some weed and listen to him play on his keyboard. While there was no chance he was going to get me out to his truck, I did later find out that his truck was not only his form of transportation, it was also his home. So homeless, pot smoking, keyboard player, good luck with your search but keep on movin'. But I think I'll keep my  Target Plaid Shirt  a...

Hair curled, check. Nails painted, check. Knee high, I feel amazing about myself boots, check. Show off the boobs shirt, check. Flask, because a little liquid courage can't do anything but help, check. I went on a date this weekend. It was absolutely pouring rain when I pulled up at Starbucks. He was standing outside waiting. Why was he standing outside waiting in the rain, I have no idea but he was but there he was. Sweatshirt, jeans and a grocery store cap, his hands shoved in his pocket like a high school boy on his first date. He was tall and lanky in an awkward type of way, he rocked back and forth on his heels as I hurried up to the door. After a very awkward hug, that I wasn't expecting that realistically turned out to be more like a bro hug, we hurried into the warm, friendly Starbucks atmosphere that all of us Washingtonians are familiar with. As we sit down at a table in the corner he blurts out, "I'm not much of a talker." and looks at me like a...