So I know the last couple of blog posts have been a little bit spazzy.  A little bit zig and zaggy.  A little bit confusing. A little bit stumbly and bumbly.  And I’d like to come in and say that’s all about to change.  But the thing of the thing is it’s actually about to get worse.  Because

a. I’ve once again managed to get behind in the blogging.  Which can be a good thing.  For readers.  That follow me on Twitter.  In the sense that now suspense has already been built before the stories even really begin; having seen all kinds of tweets about TheVampire and KevinBacon and not knowing the full scoop.

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b.  The inherent nature of the existence of two “somethings” at the same time.  A little taste of multi-dating if you will.  And though I always ask my friends if they want to hear about the boys chronologically or boy by boy the truth is it only makes sense when the stories are told as intertwining.  Because that`s how they really happen.  The dating doesn’t occur in a bubble with each boy only being affected by his actions and my actions alone.  There’s an entire world of contributions and effects that change the very path of life on which it all occurs.  Oh how philosophical I know.  But seriously.  You can’t ask why the sky is blue without mentioning the ocean.  And dating is the same way.  Life is the same way.  That’s just how it is.

That being said I’ll be doing my best to draw you a map.  I’ll let you look at the guidebook over my shoulder and point out the tourist traps along our winding road.  Basically I’ll do my best to make sure you don’t miss a single beat.  But if I falter.  Or something is unclear.  Because just like I’m a dawdler.  We all know I’m a rambler.  So for goodness sake Say Something!! in the comments.  Ask a question.  Tell me what’s unclear.  I’ll respond in the comments.  I’ll be holding your hand through the lusty-giddy-disappointing-mushy-sappy-sexy-upbeat-downtrodden-rollercoaster moments.  I got this.

So back to the matter at hand.  I’d made a date with TheVampire for Sunday.  And I told you about how I had lusted after dating a guy from Twitter.  And when I last left you I had just made plans to switch the planned Sunday coffee with KevinBacon to that night.  Thursday.  A casual dinner.  Sushi.  And that’s where we’re at.

I showed up to the sushi place wearing my magic dress.  I often wear this dress on dates in the summer.  But this wasn’t a date.  We were meeting as friends.  As Twitter aficionados.  As internet geeks.  But to be fair, I wear this same magic dress just as often for regular every day outings and events in the summer.  Because it’s adorable.  And it’s motherfucking comfortable.  But needless to say, it was doing its job.  At least in my opinion.  Hiding the bad bits (tummy) and accentuating the good (boobs and butt).

I walked in the door and the place was borderline silent.  I mean, like most small sushi joints, it only had seating for like 20 and it was only half full.  Which in theory is lovely.  But when we’re talking about me.  Loud voiced booming me.  And talking about dating.  About things I get excited about.  Things I get #ExcitedHands about?  Well shit, son.  That’s not so great.  I looked for him right away, still not really knowing who I was looking for.  I didn’t see him and told the hostess I’m meeting someone, but I’m just going to use the washroom first.  However, as soon as I turned past the decorative room divider.  I heard someone say something and there was a boy standing up to greet me.  He was tall, like he said.  And then he stuck out his hand to shake mine.  But homie don’t play that way.  I’m a hugger.  Plain and simple.  It’s how I roll.  Anything else just feels weird.  So I told him so and put actions to words.  And then promptly went to the washroom.

When I came back the chatter flowed flawlessly.  I’ll admit I was nervous and excited.  Like I am with any novel situation (and meeting someone one on one from Twitter is pretty novel for me, though I’m learning to really love it).  But he seemed nice.  I was happy to be doing something fun.  And most fucking importantly.  He Had Like A Hundred Million Questions!  Also known as the amazing state of being Curious.

It was all amazing.  Until he asked if I liked Unagi.  And I, of course, point two fingers to my temple and recited aahhh Salmon Skin Roll.  Only he didn’t laugh.  Nor get my friends reference.  And when I mentioned it, his only response was that friends sucks and something about the awful and constant laugh track.  Now I know you’re probably thinking.  So what?  But TV is a big thing for me.  And though I’ll admit Friends isn’t always the funniest.  It has some beyond amazing jokes.  This being worthy or a mention.  And not only did he not really get it.  But it’s not like a *shrug* and laugh and whatever and carry on kind of thing.  He saw no humor in it.  But I digress.

So the truth is, I don’t eat real sushi.  I eat all the faux stuff like california rolls and tempura etc.etc.etc.  But he asked if I would try something.  And being the adventurous chick that I am I figured what the hell.  And you know what?  It wasn’t bad.  Kind of like chicken.

To Be Continued . . .