Post fireman date

I cross another dream off my list. Date with a fireman. Check. One of my life’s goals. Done. And boy was it a good one! And, it was perfectly timed. Friday was his last day as a fireman. Starting this week, he’s going back to LAPD. I mean, dating a hot cop wouldn’t be bad either. But, at least I get to say I went out on a date with a hot fireman. Ok, so we were going to meet at 9:30. But, he ended up getting off work a little early. So we met around 9pm. I got to the spot first. I hate going into bars by myself, but I decided it was less awkward than sitting outside waiting for him. Well, I texted It Girl, and she suggested it was less awkward. I put on my big girl pants and went into the bar, got a table and ordered a beer. Coors Light. I’m classy. He got there a few minutes later. He felt bad that I beat him. I told him I make it a point to race everywhere, and was stoked that I won. I guess I shouldn’t admit that I was speeding to a cop. He walked in, and I was a little nervous. But, that faded really quickly. He was super sweet and nice. We talked for a couple hours. It was all the “get to know you” kind of stuff. What kind of music do you like? How many brothers and sisters do you have? All that stuff. But, there were also stories about his work (like the time he had to respond to a call where a pit bull attacked a Chihuahua and he had to try to save the dog) and I told him stories about my old internship. He kept doing what boys always do: talk about future plans. Like, he said he wanted to take me to a shooting range in the next week or two. (I told him how I love to shoot, and haven’t been in such a long time. And how people keep promising to take me, but never do. The Detective and I are supposed to go, but I haven’t even seen her in like 3 months. I miss her and need to hang out with her soon! We still talk all the time, but it’s not the same. She’s a bad ass chick. I need to hang out with her.) I think it’d be really cool to go to a shooting range with a cop. I don’t know why. It just would. And he said how he’s gonna have to take me out and celebrate my graduation (I pointed out that that wasn’t for like 3 months. 97 days. Not that I’m counting.) And when I mentioned that I have Zombieland on DVD, he said that we’ll have to watch that together. But it’s like, don’t say that kind of stuff if you have no intention of following through. You know? I’m not really getting my hopes up for anything. I liked him and he is nice. But, I don’t know that we have all that much in common. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’ll hang out with him again if he wants, and I’m down to get to know him better. But, I just don’t know. Plus, I kept comparing him to the Marine, and I know I can’t do that. Oh, but it’s not entirely my fault that I compared him to the Marine: they drive the same exact car. Thanks universe. Subtle reminder. Fireman Cop texted me yesterday something cute and small. We exchanged a few texts back and forth. Not too many. There is no plan for a future date yet. And I didn’t hear from him today. But, I’m pretty sure I’ll hear from him. He seemed to dig me. We had pretty good chemistry. We’ll see. At the very least though, I had a date with a hot fireman.

The New Marine texted me all night last night. He was out for drinks with a buddy and got trashed. His texts were pretty amusing. He also sent me a couple pictures of himself. He is smitten. It’s cute. It’s also too bad he doesn’t live out here so that we could meet and see if we hit it off in real life. He called me at like 2:30am his time and we talked for like an hour and a half. He said he just likes hearing my voice. Awwww. Today we talked online for a long time. He wants to come out and visit. He either has to come before March 1, or after April 16. I told him earlier works better for me, cause later is right before finals. And then the bar. I wouldn’t mind having someone around while I’m studying (I studied at the Marine’s house many times during finals, and that worked really well.) but, since it’d be our first time hanging out, it’d just be awkward. “Hey, thanks for coming out to California to hang out. I need to study.” That just doesn’t work so well. Nothing is probably going to come of talking to New Marine, but at least it’s a fun distraction. And he’s so sweet. Tomorrow we have our Valentine’s Scrabble date. He told me yesterday that he has to be at work during it, so he’ll be in his uniform. I told him that’s like an extra present for me. I’m going to be playing Scrabble with a Marine in his uniform. I don’t think I could create a fantasy that awesome! (Yes, I realize exactly how nerdy I am.) Get ready for the triple letter score.