So after spending a few months in the company of a very nice gentleman (no sparks: bummer) from the far away land of Spokane, I decided that I had sheltered myself long enough. Enough experimental quasi relationship time with friends I thought I'd try on as mate substitutes. Time for uncharted territory...the setup.
Setup #1
OCD Tri-geek. Sounds harsh? nope. Tri-athletes have been self-titled as such due to the obsession with gear, training logs, and the comparison of gear and training logs with other T.G.'s OCD T.G. was special. Someone I'd met before my ex-husband. Cute, quirky, and talkative, my kind of guy. I love it when I can be the listener primarily. The BFF helped set it up. She connected us via Facebook, and eventually he asked me out. Our first outing consisted of searching Pandora for a punk rock station on my computer, drinking some kind of malt liquor beverage in a can that tasted like the combination of cough syrup and crystal geyser, and hanging out at the horseshoe eating fried foods and bemoaning the inevitable fat deposits developing on various parts of our bodies. Later engagements centered around the couch, movies, and things involving couches, movies, and cheap beer. yep. As fascinating as this individual was, he found me to be just another crazy girl and he needed more beauty sleep. Huh. Rejection. It had been a long time. The given reason for the dump was that apparently I was a commitment kind of girl and he was choosing the life of perpetual bachelorhood. 6 month update? He just got married to a Betty Page Barbie doll with a metacarpal crushing handshake last week.
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