Date 1 with Air Marshall

The date with the Air Marshall was amazing! He called me Sunday morning at 11:04. I was going to make a punctuality joke (he said he’d call me at 11) but decided to restrain myself. We decided to meet at this place right up the street in half an hour. It was a good thing that I had already straightened my hair. I didn’t want to seem all high maintenance when he called “Um, I need like an hour. Ok?” Instead it was like “Oh yeah, I’m ready to go”. And then when I show up, he thinks I just always look like my hair is silky straight and my eye lashes are miles long. It’s natural. I roll out of bed looking like that. Yep. Ok, so for this date, I decided to dress up a little. I threw on my trusty knee high boots and a jean skirt and this argyle sweater. What can I say- I love argyle! I got there, and he was waiting inside. He was super cute! He was dressed well: jeans and a button down shirt. The jeans were trendy jeans, which normally I don’t like. But he was hot, so I let it go. We got a table by the window which looked onto the bay. Normally, I would think that was such a romantic thing. But, there was so much activity outside that I was constantly distracted. Like, there was a girl washing her boat right in front of us. How is that NOT distracting?? We had bloody Mary’s and fish tacos. It was so good. I warned him that I was a messy eater. I tried my hardest to not get food all over my face. I think I succeeded pretty well. He seemed almost as nervous as I was, which is weird, cause he was the hot one. I tried to keep my dumb jokes to a minimum. But that’s hard. I tried to not ogle his really thick and muscular arms, but that was hard to. Especially cause he kept stretching them! I think he did it on purpose so I would stare. Oh, and is that a tattoo I see on your arm? Ok. Nice! So, he paid for the lunch and when he grabbed his money clip, he dropped a bunch of cards and stuff on the ground. I hopped up to help him pick some up. I felt bad for the guy. He was kind of embarrassed. I’d rather it was him drop things than me though. On this date, I did not suggest that he hit on the waitress. I claimed him as mine early on. I’m sorry, but a Navy guy turned Federal Air Marshall?? Sexy! He was almost a Navy Seal, but failed out after about 6 months into the training. He’s tough. So, after lunch, we walk out and he seemed nervous again. I gave him a hug as the cars came up. I handed the valet kid a wad of ones. I don’t even know how many were in there. I don’t even know if there was a larger bill lurking in there. Maybe I made some valet’s day. I don’t even know. I was too nervous and elated to be bothered with counting money. It’s nerve-wracking to come off as fun and carefree and non-nervous! So, afterward he texted me that he had a good time. We had a couple texts between us. It was cute. There was no talk of a second date yet. I’m hoping to hear from him. I’ll actually be a little bummed if I don’t. Did I mention how cute he was? He had this gorgeous smile that lit up his eyes. I wonder if he’s too cute for me? I did realize one thing though: maybe I’ve been blinded by my pro-Marine lifestyle. Maybe Navy’s the way to go, and I just never realized it? I mean, I’ve known some great Marines in my life. But I think it’s time I expand my horizons and open my mind to other military branches.

That leads me to Lance Armstrong. So Lance and I are now friends on gchat, and on facebook. We reached that level today. We chatted for a while during the day. His facebook picture is hilarious! It’s this random guy with a violin. So funny! I really enjoy talking to him. I think he’s super goofy and super adorable. We even talked about a bet that we’re going to have someday and what will happen when he loses (he has to eat a pepperoni pizza with peanut butter on it, cause that just sounds so disgusting!). But, he still has not brought up hanging out. I get shy guys, but come on! You obviously like me on some level and enjoy talking to me. So what’s the hang up? I’m trying to be patient. But, with all these more aggressive guys actually manning up… I hope Lance grows the cajones soon. Though, I think in a way, he’s doing it right. I’m really liking him the more I talk to him. So maybe this is a brilliant ploy on his part. He's going to hook me in, because by the time we meet, I won't want to stop talking to him, and will have to date him. Very well played sir. Very well played.

And in keeping with the theme of betting, I emailed and texted this cute cop today. I wasn’t sure about him at first. In his pictures, he looks real cute in his uniform (but, I think 78% of cops look cute in their uniforms) but he was a horrible dresser is his normal clothes. To be fair, as It Girl pointed out, all the other pictures looked like they were from one trip. Maybe he just had bad clothes on that trip. Or maybe he lost a dare and had to dress geeky. Or maybe he just needs a girlfriend to help him out. I’m pretty style challenged myself, so I don’t know that I’m up for that challenge. Then again, I couldn’t make him look worse. (ooooh….mean!) He texted me tonight and we were joking around about paying attention during class. He said he would test me later on what I was learning. He said that he’d hate to fail me, but that he could be bribed with a drink. I said that wasn’t very good incentive to pass, and what would I get if I passed. He said I could have whatever I wanted. Now, at this point in the text conversation, I felt like we were at a fork in the road. It could either get real flirty, or I could regain the power. I’ve watched enough late night tv to know which direction he wanted it to go in. That being said, I knew what I had to do. So in reply, I said “If I win…I want a monkey. You said I could have anything.” He responded that he didn’t know how easy that would be to get. I told him to start checking on ebay and craigslist. Possibly call Michael Jackson’s estate. And if worst comes to worst, he could draw me a picture of a monkey. I never said it had to be a live monkey. I like seeing if these guys get my randomness. I’m pretty random at times. Most of the time. A guy has to get that and be able to hang. We’ll see about hanging out. He seems pretty cool. And he has a Master’s degree in Criminal Justice. And he used to be a personal trainer. All he had to say was he has military experience and is a USC fan, and I think he’d be my dream man. Aside from the crappy dresser part. I’m kind of excited about all these potentials!