Being Serenaded Is Always Amazing.

I had only been serenaded once before.. a year ago, by a gent named Paul who sang me Tele's Lullaby. It was beautiful. But last night, when Dimples seranaded me with the following three songs, I was carried to a completely different place...

...Till There Was You

...Breaking The Girl

...Creep



Today I feel strange after our long and intimate chat yesterday. I feel hypersensitive - on the verge of throwing up. I shared too much too quick and I believe he did the same... I'm scared.

Sometimes I think being single forever would be easier.

But then I remember that even though being single is technically easier, it's more painful in the end - which I force myself to remember - especially on days like today when the dating game is just killing me and my mind won't stop.

I overcooked my quinoa

Soggy quinoa is still good for you, right?

I don't measure things. So when I made quinoa on Sunday, I dumped one cup of the stuff in a pot of boiling water. I didn't realize that there's actually mathematics involved with ratios of water : quinoa required. Will remember for next time.

Still, it is quite delicious with Herbe De Provence, pumpkin puree, onions, black pepper and broccoli.

So as I sit here with my noms on my lunch hour at workie, I felt I should update y'all on a few tings, man.

Penny disappeared. He messaged me once, I messaged him back, three days later he messaged me and I just dropped it. He's not fun or exciting. Or interesting. I was thinking of calling him on Feb 17 to wish him a happy birthday, but he may get the wrong idea behind my thoughtfulness.

Sommelier is quite the entertaining basket case, but he had to be cut. After the vibrator song on Saturday night, I realized that his rantings were because of alcoholism; having witnessed him drink me out of the wine in my home and throwing absinthe down his throat like it were water. Not a good person to have around. I hope he finds his head one day. And if he does, I still want him to stay away from me. Serious negative vibes eminating from that guy.

Sunday I met a new hunk we'll call Dimples. He's goofy, yet smart; conventional and not, all at once. It's so wonderful. Dimples and I had hung out for two hours on Sunday before he left for a Superbowl party. We spoke on the phone the next night for 3 hours. We spoke on the phone last night for 4. I feel like I'm in high school - all giddy and dreamy-like. I'm very much looking forward to seeing him this weekend.

If I'm lucky I'll see him tomorrow. You know I'll keep you posted ;)

Sometimes I wonder what the point of it all is.

And then on a snowy night like tonight ... when he shows up with a bottle of wine and sorries.

And he plays guitar... and he blushes when I tell him about the vibrator Derek made for me.
And he sings a song about it on my guitar.

Brunch date is a good alternative to the dinner date

Brunch is more casual and less intense than dinner. You shouldn't look glam - if you do, it would be overkill.

Penny Pincher was nice... but he complained about how expensive the orange juice was at the diner we met at. Throughout our meals he mentioned how it was odd that the waitresses kept asking if we wanted anything else, as though they wanted us to buy something else. I told him they were just doing their job.

He reminded me of another guy I dated back in October, actually. Their mannerisms are the same! Penny talks loud, he speaks with ownership and entitlement of a subject. The only questions he asked of me was what I thought of eHarmony (our instrument of association) and what my favourite band is at the moment. Otherwise it was him yammering on about Hemmingway, his work colleagues, his bad dates ... Penny seems nice, but there's nothing about him that intrigues me... yet.

He would make a good drinking buddy, I think. Penny told me he thinks people who meet via the net put too much stock into a first date. We both agreed that friendship first is important. So perhaps he wasn't intrigued by me either. Or perhaps he is actually mature. Only time will tell.

Tiffany In Fashion

Last night I hit up Velvet Underground to catch my buddy Sean keep the beat in his band Tiffany In Fashion.

Sean a super cutie. Quiet and very bright, he's 8 years my junior, very insightful, super witty and absolutely adorable. I keep telling myself... If only I was 9 years younger... Or even 7 years, lol. But he is below the Cougar barrier age for me, which is 21. So a sweet friend he is.

He amazes me every time I watch him. I find it odd how the crowd holds back when they watch a band. I mean, drummers usually get the girls, and surprisingly none of them approached him, or the lead singer, who's a super cutie in his own right. People make me laugh.

I also make myself laugh. While the band was setting up, I ordered a shot of Jager and a chaser of Vodka on the rocks with lemon. I am by no means a drink snob, but I do not appreciate mixers in my vodka unless they are super snazz and not just sugar based juices.

So my hand wasn't steady for some reason and as I was lifting the shotglass to my mouth, I could feel the Jager elixer spill over my fingers. So of course I flung it down my throat, but flung liquor all over my chin in the process. As I snuck a napkin and wiped my face clean, I make a silly comment about how messy I was to the guy standing next to me drinking a 50. (Yeah, I know - who drinks that anymore?!)

His name was Daniel and he was in a band, but had the night off and was chekcing out Nate's set (the lead singer cutie of Tiffany In Fashion.

Daniel was a chatty Cathy. The guy talked about his gigs and how he's only been between Detroit and Mt. Ste. Anne in Quebec. I gave him my business card. He smiled a lot. Had pretty bright blue eyes, but seemed aged. Probably because of the rocker lifestyle.

Oh yeah and on Thursday this week I was a foot away from Gene Simmons. Surprisingly he looks better on TV than he does in person. I have no idea why women drool over this man, or his music for that matter.

Sidebar aside, I am chilling in tonight with some Sibling Rivalry red wine. I totally dig it. I bet Sommelier would smugly decry my taste, but who gives a fuck? I like what I like.

Speaking of Sommelier, he hasn't called since Monday.

I have a brunch date tomorrow with  the Model. I've never had a brunch date. Sunday brunch suggests commital, and also a tame Saturday night partier to a woman. I have no idea how it's going to go, though I was debating on showing up sans make-up. That way he'll get to actually see what I look like fresh-faced, which is actually very pretty. (According to all my friends - fun and true - who have seen me without eyeliner.)

I was a sailor...

Raspberry and pepper chicken... and a sexy surprises

MMm.... I was creative Saturday night and cooked up a storm. Carmelized onions, black pepper, raspberry jam ... throw in some green beans and voila! Noms!

I had just finished an Abs Diet workout (the start of my 4th week!) and was about to nuke the leftover noms when my new love interest... let's call him Sommelier ... called and asked if he could drop by for a visit on his way home. And no, it wasn't an attempt at a booty call because he had already told me he wanted to take things slow. Still he could be lying. Either way, I want to trust him. I also wanted to see him. So I told him sure, come over!

He showed up with dessert. Espresso brownies! Mmm... He asked me about my day. I asked him about his. We chilled out and listened to some tunes. It was so relaxing and comfortable ... He is so lovely. :)

I didn't expect to see him today, after our first date yesterday, which was... wow. Is it weird to wonder what life would be like without certain people? Life without Dee, Jenn, Lisa, Christina, Jason and Daniel... And Sommelier.

He's busy and so am I... I was surprised when he called this evening. Guys typically follow the three day rule. I like how he makes his own rules, while being respectful. I feel like I'm in a fairy tale.

It was blistering cold today, but my walk to work was amazing. :)

Smiles all around...