sunshine, lollipops and rainbows

So, I have not been abducted or anything bad. I was just waiting to update. Here we go. ATC and I decided to meet at 3rd Street Promenade outside of the Jamba Juice. Just figured it’d be an easy place. I show up, park and wait for him. He hit traffic, which is not even a big deal to me. I wanted to be there first. It’s awkward to walk up to a place and the person is already there, and they’re watching you walk. I’d probably fall or walk into someone or do something really dumb. I’d rather be there first, scope out the optimal place to sit or stand, and re-evaluate the way I’m sitting or standing to make sure I look as good as I can. Oh, the outfit. I opted to wear my trusted Levi’s, a wife beater (It Girl says I have to stop calling it a wife beater, unless it comes from a Hanes 3-pack. This is a wife beater-style top from J. Crew. Yeah, it’s just a more expensive wife beater) and my USC colored tennis shoes. I decided to go totally casual. It seemed to pay off, as he commented on how cool my kicks were. Point me.

We went to Barney’s Beanery for a few drinks. It’s funny, cause Barney’s in West Hollywood is my favorite spot. One of my best girlfriends, PIC (which stands for Partner In Crime, of course), and I go there pretty often. I used to go more when I was LA local, but it’s hard these days. I just thought it was awesome that that was the place he chose! There’s not a place where I feel more at home. Not even in my own home. I decided to class it up and order a Coors Light. Ok, that’s my favorite beer. I have no qualms about admitting that I love Coors Light and Nascar. I’m a redneck at heart. He thought it was pretty cool that I ordered a beer and that it was Coors Light. But, it’s like, I’m wearing Levi’s and a wife beater. Would you expect anything less? Maybe Pabst. Next time I’ll go with Pabst. The next few beers we ordered for each other. He’s determined to refine my beer drinking ability.

The night was awesome though! We talked, laughed, bonded for a couple hours! It was awesome! I mean..notice all the exclamation points! That’s how cool it was!!! He was a really good guy, and I didn’t feel awkward at all. I felt pretty comfortable and honest. It was nice. Of course, the first question he asked was why I limped. I was determined not to talk about that for a while, but whatever. He didn’t judge me, and I felt pretty cool opening up. We ended the night around 10 or 10:30. He had to work the next morning pretty early, and he had quite a drive ahead of him (he lives about 45 minutes north of LA). We kept our plans to hang out the next night and he said he’d call me.

The next morning (yesterday) I tried to control my crazy and not freak out when I didn’t hear from him. It really didn’t help that I was hanging out with my parents and my mom kept asking if I’d heard from him. It’s hard to convince yourself that you’re not being blown off when people keep asking if you’ve heard from someone. I just figured he was busy at work and couldn’t take a break. That sounded plausible. If I didn’t hear from him by 2:30 I’d text him, which I did. Well, I waited til about 2:45. He texted me around 3 and said that he’d forgotten his phone at home that morning. That explained it! I wasn’t getting blown off! Plus, it’s kind of my fault that he only got like 5 hours of sleep since I’d kept him out late on Thursday. So, we agreed to meet in Hollywood that night at 7.

Of course there was traffic , and I ended up being about 5 minutes late. I’m a chronically punctual person. I HATE being late! Anywhere! So, being 5 minutes late completely stressed me out. But, he was cool and said it was ok. He made it there fast. Apparently there was nobody on the 5 freeway, cause everyone was on either Sunset, Fountain or Santa Monica. We watched this sketch comedy show that was hilarious! And then we went to this really cool hole-in-the-wall bar where we had a couple drinks and appetizers. He got me this beer sampler and picked 4 beers for me to try. I liked 1 and 3 the best. I don’t remember what they were, but they were good. We talked for a couple more hours. The conversation is just really fun and easy. It was such good times! Around 12, we decided to call it a night, as I was super tired, and have to tailgate today for the USC game. (Go Trojans!!) He has a busy day too. So, we walked back to the cars (we’d parked right next to each other) and made plans to hang out tomorrow. He’s going to come down to Newport. A guy who will drive to see me? Yes please!

Let me tell you some of the cute things he’s done so far:
*Brought me a pumpkin the day we met. Yep. Showed up with this little pumpkin. I think that might be the cutest thing I’ve ever heard of in my life. It’s like, flowers or chocolates or super cheesy and unoriginal. But, who shows up with a tiny pumpkin?? That’s so amazing!! Or, maybe I’m the type of girl who finds that stuff hilarious and endearing, which is why this guy and I get along so well, cause he obviously does too.
*Said that he wouldn’t be getting his match.com guarantee, cause he doesn’t think he’ll be emailing 5 more girls this month. AWWWWW!! Of course, we also joked around about how we were online dating. I haven’t brought up to him that I want to create a cover story to tell people how we met. I guess talking about the truth on a public website isn’t really good for coming up with a cover story. Details.
*Um, despite the fact that I sound like a 13 year old girl gushing to her diary, I think everything he’s done is super cute thus far.

Oh, but let me tell you why the universe hates me. When I later checked my phone (yes, I silence my phone during dates) there was a text from The Cop. Do guys have radar?? Like, they know when you’re over it and out with a really awesome, adorable, fun guy, and so they decide to try to ruin it all by texting? Universe, I refuse to let you get me down! Mr. Bluebird is on my shoulder, and I’m soaking up the sun. Or some such sentiment that evokes the images of happiness. Sunshine, lollipops and rainbows. Yay.