Now that I’m a single twenty something again, I can return to writing about all my dating adventures. Apparently……this is something that’s frowned upon in relationships. I’m not sure why, because my past relationships are what shaped me into who am I and brought me to this point in my life. But, I suppose on the other hand I can understand how being confronted with your person’s past all the time could be awkward. When you get to be this age, we all know everyone has dated someone else before……we just collectively don’t acknowledge this fact and pretend it’s not a thing that’s happened. It’s just one of the unwritten laws of being a single twenty something.
For this particular chapter, we are going way back on the dating scale. Back many moons ago when I was merely a middle aged twenty something in search of a quality drunk weekend with friends. Ok, so I’m still generally in favor of a good old fashioned drinking weekend…..but the point is I was younger and life generally seemed better!
I mean, would you just look at us?!? Babies! Infants!
Blissfully still unaware of how much being an adult can suck. I had strings of pink tinsel in my hair!!! So, there I was all done up with a fresh hair cut, dye job, and tinsel……in a silver mini dress….wearing spanx and two bras (to shove the girls way up there fake boob style)…….and 5 inch silver heels. I’m going to be honest when I saw that plenty of guys talked to me that night, but all of them were short and not really all that great. I was also the subject of a fight between a married couple at one point because he was sure my boobs were fake, and she was sure they were real. I’m not sure what happened to them, or how the fight ended….it was sorta weird and I mostly just exited their area. Things were going along as they do most party nights at a bar, and then up walked Burrito Dude.
I remember taking off my heels and standing in the sawdust at the Saloon 10 to verify the fact that Burrito Dude was taller than me. I tend to put people through this check before I invest any sorta energy into them…..does that make me shallow?! It probably does, but to be fair I don’t think it’s changing anytime soon.
I was fairly drunk that night and I don’t remember a ton of details, but I do know that in trying to dance with me, he unzipped my wristlet and sent my poor little slider phone flying across the dance floor where it landed and broke apart. The phone and I survived the night….barely, and the night ended with Bitch Faced Bestie yelling at Lil B about being a lady because she was sitting on the sawdust covered floor trying to find us a ride home. We did get a safe ride home, but we still haven’t let her live down “the sawdust event”.
Next day, in the middle of hangover lounging with the BFB, Burrito Dude sent a text asking if I wanted to go to dinner. I didn’t really want to, as the hangover was becoming pretty real, but I did eventually agree to go with him. He ate steak tips and I sipped a Diet Coke….I’m sure I was a great date….although I think I probably did munch a couple of his fries. He went home, I passed out to sleep off the weekend, and drove home the next day not really thinking much of it honestly.
A few weeks come and go and Burrito Dude decides that he wants to come see me. He does, but I don’t even know what we really did. I do recall that before he left town we went to Ihop and I had cheesecake pancakes. I think it must say something about my priorities in life that I remember that I had cheesecake pancakes, but I can’t honestly tell you what he and I even did other than that.
They have chunks of cheesecake in them…..who wouldn’t want these!?!?!
I did end up making a trip back out to the hills Valentine’s Day weekend. Now, don’t get any ultra mushy, romantic ideas. I mean I did see him, but mostly I went because The Girls and I had planned to go to a fancy masquerade party. I don’t think we went…..I think we instead ended up drinking downtown again, as we usually do. He was in town with his parents for some fundraiser activity, and he ended up driving me and my car back to his house in Rapid City. I’m pretty sure I passed out in the passenger seat. (Don’t judge me…I was younger and partied harder back in the day!)
Once again, I don’t think we did anything all that exciting, but at some point he decided we needed food and we went to Qdoba. Just as I was getting all ready to show my chicken burrito who was boss, he chirped in with the fun fact that if I had gotten a naked burrito bowl I would have saved myself 300 calories. In response to my dismay at why he would even know that sort of information he replied,
It’s just more calories to work off at the gym.
That was really the beginning of the end for us! I also ended up making him taco casserole…..which is amazing, and he said it would be better if it had less cheese and sour cream…….(cue cricket noise of shock)…….
The actual end was when he basically kicked me out of his house later that weekend so that he could go skiing. Nothing says, “I’m into you” like waking a girl up and kicking her out of your house so you can go hit the slopes. I went to Philly Ted’s, picked up my traditional order of cajun chicken sandwiches to bring home, hit the road, and basically never looked back!
Shortly after me, he met a girl that he still is currently dating. Actually, I saw them the other weekend when I was out in the hills for the concert weekend with the besties. I was pretty sure that he didn’t know who I was, but BFB was pretty sure that he did. Who knows really, but it wouldn’t have worked out anyway. The only things I remember about hanging out with him was what I ate….and probably he was secretly judging me the entire time.
……Plus, he’s a cat person….and I’m sure you’ve all figured out by now that I am not a cat person.