Monday, September 20, 2010
Success with Burbank
I may have broken my streak of bad dates. I don’t want to get too excited, but I had an awesome date on Saturday. So, Burbank and I have been talking for about 3 weeks now. He was the one I liked the most, but we didn’t seem able to make a plan to hang out. It doesn’t help that he lives an hour away from me. Still closer than my last boyfriend, but still. Pretty far. He’s been a lot of fun to talk to, so I was kind of excited to meet him. But, I was also prepared to be let down. We decided to hang out on Saturday and watch the USC football game (go Trojans!!), even though he’s not a USC fan. Actually, he’s an avid USC hater. But, he still decided to drive down to me to watch the game. I think that any date where I can drink beer and wear tennis shoes is a good date. He called me about 45 minutes before we met, and said he was stuck in horrible traffic. But, I thought it was nice he gave me so much advanced notice. He ended up being about an hour late. But, I couldn’t even be mad, since he was driving and stuck in traffic. I mean, if it were me, I would have anticipated traffic and left super early just to be sure I wasn’t late. But, not everyone is me. So I’ll let that slide. He was instantly adorable. I felt immediately attracted to him. I was also real awkward and nervous, cause that’s how I am when I like a dude. We end up chatting for about an hour and a half at this bar, when, who should show up but The Adorables?! Ok, well, I planned it with them. Whatever. I was still happy to see them. He wasn’t thrilled that I had invited my friends. But, he’ll get over that. Or, I’ll get over him. Those are the choices. We ended up hanging out with The Adorables for the rest of the night. We had a couple drinks at the first dive bar. But, then it filled up with older people (like, my parents age people) to listen to a bad of older guys play. I was digging the music, but we ended up leaving. We then went to the Yard House and had dinner. While at dinner, Mr. Adorable and I had a chugging contest, which I almost won! Burbank was actually really impressed. What can I say, I’m a classy girl. So then we decide to go to my favorite dive bar of all dive bars for more drinks. I should have known better at this point. I kept giving him the option to leave, but he didn’t seem to want to. Ms. Adorable was even grilling him, and he didn’t want to leave. I felt bad she was grilling him (and secretly stoked that she was) and so she started grilling me on his behalf. You know “when was your last relationship”, “what are you looking for,” etc. We ended up playing pool for a couple hours. He thought it was a good idea if he and Ms. Adorable were on a team, and me and Mr. Adorable were on a team, so I could taunt him, and Ms. And Mr. Adorable could taunt each other. It was a great idea!! He started getting cutely affectionate: little hugs, holding my hand, etc. It was cute that he felt comfortable like that in front of my friends. He and Mr. Adorable hit it off. I think my plan worked, and having them there worked out so well! We ended up hanging out til pretty late. I don’t think he got home til 3am. We stayed at the dive bar til almost closing, and then I had to take him to his car. He texted me when he got home (which I didn’t get til the next day. Oops) and said that his phone had died so he had to wait 5 minutes for it to charge so he could tell me he had a good time. So cute!! But, then I didn’t hear from him yesterday. I’m not giving up hope. I think he’s just playing it cool. I’m really, really hoping to hear from him tonight. But, I’m not going to call/text him. He has to still contact me. I’m being so good, even though it’s so hard!! But, if he wants to call me, he will. And in the meantime, I just have to focus on other things, and see what happens. I’ll be bummed if he doesn’t call, but it won’t be the end of the world. Of course, I’m also already planning on him being at my birthday party in less than a month. So…he’d better call.
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