Third time is a charm

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...