Tepid

I am not sure what to think about this new guy. Last night was our third date. I like him, he's funny, smart, interesting, with a killer body. What's the problem you must be asking...

Well, last nights date was tepid at best. He had a bad week, crappy time at work, crappy time at home, etc. So he was kinda down. I'm tired of semi-depressed men. Are there no happy men in this world? And on a date shouldn't you put your best foot forward? Anyway, we went out in my neighborhood, had mexican food and drank a pitcher of margaritas. After that we go over to another bar and have a jager bomb (bad idea, yes i know). Fast forward 20 minutes, I'm driving his car home, he's nearly passed out on my couch and I am in bed. Alone. Fast forward 10 minutes and I am checking on the date in the bathroom.

Yes, he puked. In my bathroom.

When was the last time that happened on a date? Well, never. Not even when I was in college (though I did have a couple dates pass out on me - literally).

He ended up brushing his teeth (thank God) and I allowed him to stay over. I had forgotten how much I enjoyed having a man in bed with me - even just to sleep. It's nice. : )

So, dear readers, take care. I'll be trying to heat some things up. : )