Single.

This post originally turned out as a bitter diatribe about how I dislike couples, but honestly, I'm half of a couple anyway. I'm also significantly less bitter towards couples upon leaving Aspen Grove, for multiple reasons. One of these being the fact that I'm not constantly surrounded by couples anymore. Another is this member of the male gender, who, for some reason still somewhat beyond me, seems to legitimately like me. Not in the, "Oh, you were cute, and I thought I might date you, until we went out more, and your personality completely overwhelmed me, and now I gotta find myself a more submissive housewifey girl" way, but in the "You're cute, and your personality is awesome" way.
I know, right? I was beginning to wonder if these were mythical creatures.
Even if it ends up not going anywhere or he ends up being the submissive housewifey type (which my subconscious is still steeling me for, old habits die hard), my faith in the male gender has been somewhat restored.
Let me explain some of my bitterness to you, so you might understand why old habits die hard.
November 2010 (David, I lied, the last real date I went on was in November. Ma bad.), date with a certain gentleman who we shall call Exhibit A. First Date with Exhibit A was a blind date (yes I know) on which we went on an activity, then returned to his apartment (at his suggestion) for hot chocolate, then ended up watching a movie, during which he held my hand. Second Date was his suggestion, after which he informed me that he didn't "want to date or anything, or actually hang out at all." Apparently I'm a great girl, but my personality is "just a little too intense."
Jigga WHAT?
Okay, well, I will admit I can be a little intense sometimes. I have a super strong personality, but it's who I am, and it's NOT A BAD THING. Yeah, I can be a little domineering sometimes, and I can be kind of overbearingly enthusiastic on occasion, and my sarcasm can be difficult to read at times, but it has allowed me to discover my true friends, and keep them.
But hold my hand on the first date, ask me out again, and then essentially tell me that you want absolutely nothing to do with me? Is anyone else a little lost here, or am I alone on this one?
January-August 2010, relationship who we shall call Exhibit B. This wonderful gentleman just wanted to get out of his mother's house but stay in her good graces, and thus convinced the first girl who showed any sign of weakness to his masculine wiles that she wanted to marry him by pretending to be someone he wasn't. Got that? Great. And guess who that girl was? Yep, you got it. The worst part is, I believed him for eight months. I hope you're starting to get a grasp of my skepticism.
April 2009, crazy boyfriend (Exhibit C) texting me while on vacation in Hawaii telling me what a horrible girlfriend I was and how I was such a whore and the list continues. This nearly led to a restraining order from my infuriated father. You don't mess with his baby girl.
May 2008-April 2011, Exhibit D through every-single-boyfriend-I've-ever-had dumping me.
Oops, bitter diatribe.
But then comes along Knight in Three Piece Suit, who opens my car door and carries my groceries and quotes Monty Python with me and plays in the rain and... likes me.

Rain.

It rained last night. A lot. And I've got to be honest, for about an hour, my life almost turned into a chick flick.

CUTE guy + park + playground + rain = oh my gosh, is this actually happening right now?

Especially the moment when we quoted the entire Dennis scene from Monty Python from memory.

Anyway, he’s probably reading this, so I’m not going to divulge my entire soul or anything. Sorry…

Okay okay okay, I’m sure you’re simply DYING to know what I’ve been up to this whole summer, but you’re going to have to wait a little bit. That particular blog post will take me a couple of days to get all written and such. I just wanted you to know that I did indeed survive the summer, and that things are looking good. J