THANK YOU?!

So, a few updates:

Saturday afternoon I spoke with Mr. Show Biz (I called).  We actually had a really great conversation.  It was funny, he gave me a hard time saying, "Wow, I feel like we've already been through so much together and we haven't even met.  We've had realizations and break-throughs and even a break up!"  Normally I try and get off after 15 minutes, but since I'd been acting crazy, I needed to leave him no doubt I liked him, so I stayed on for 45 instead.  We talked about the religion thing and he said that the difference would only be an issue if we were raising kids together.  But since I don't want any, it doesn't really matter.  And no, he didn't think that I was going to hell ; )  

So, anyway, I aha'd and oh'd and made all sorts of responses to let him know that I was surprised, receptive and maybe had had a change of heart.  He said that he enjoyed talking to me and wanted us to stay in touch.  I agreed.  So now, I'm hoping that he calls me and asks me out for a date.  But I suspect the ball may be in my court, and maybe I should send him another email to let him know that our conversation had made me rethink some things.  Ask for another chance.  But I'm hoping that he gathered that from our conversation.  I never expressly said that, but it was implied in my responses to his statements.  I really prefer to not be the aggressor here, because I really like him, but I don't want him to get snapped up by someone else.  He said he just joined match and I was the first girl he emailed.  He's not going to last long on the market.

Had my dinner on Saturday night with Night Man.  It actually went really well.  He came down to Long Beach again, which is awesome.  And we went to the restaurant I chose.  The food was great, and it was a small, local artsy spot.  Upscale casual.  They had a piano player that played a lot of fun tunes in a sort of classical style; that gave it a great ambience.  He orders for me, which a lot of women may not like, but I love.  (Both dates) I just tell him what I want and then he communicates it to the waiters.  It's very old school and take-charge, two things I love.  Our conversation was much stronger and there's definitely an attraction starting to build there.  He went in for the lips at the end of the night, and to my surprise, it was very nice.  I kept it G-rated, though.  I pulled back after a few seconds and whispered, "Thank you."  WTF?!  Thank you?!  I was trying to keep it from getting too steamy, so I tried to change the subject and thank him for the evening.  But after I said it, I realized that it sounded like I was thanking him for the kiss!  He looked at me strangely and I just wanted to die for having said that, but I just smiled confidently and nodded my head affirmatively.  He looked a little confused and bewildered and hit his head on my car on his way out (he walked me to my car and so I drove him to his). Thank you?!  WTF.

Moving on, today, Sunday I had lunch with a real estate guy (not the Creole guy).  He has the same name as my ex-boyfriend, so we'll call him Deja New.  He told me last week to keep Sunday open, but we didn't talk/decide until this morning where we were going.  He wanted to eat on the water, so he suggested I drive up to Redondo Beach (where he lives).  Normally I would say No Way Jose, but since I don't know of any restaurants with a good view of the water in Long Beach, I accepted.  It was hot out and my A.C. doesn't work, so by the time I got there, I was a hot mess.  My makeup was all melted, my dress was beyond wrinkly and my hair was frizzy and wind-blown.  He didn't look especially pleased when he saw me.  But we had a nice conversation and I think I won him over, despite looking like I was just dragged out of a swamp.  

Deja New used to party a lot and he still has that party boy spirit.  He's so "whatever" about everything, and I like that.  He's also funny without trying too hard and he's a Pisces, which is a great sign for a Cancer.  He said he wanted to take me out again, but suggested that I choose the place and the time.  I did not like that.  He's pawning the work off on me.  And this is right after he strong-armed me into going up to Redondo Beach, to a restaurant that's only four blocks from him!  I like him, but he's being lazy.  I made a face when he said that, and so he put his hands up and laughed, "Hey, you're the one with the busy schedule!  Mine's wide open, man.  So you fit me in wherever."  So, fair enough.  I guess.  

I got back from lunch and returned a phone call to The Enforcer.  He's really sweet and cool.  We had a nice chat, although it was a little shocking because he talked a lot about his dog's red rocket and stuff.  He also used the word "wiener" (sp.?), among other colorful expressions.  But it was funny.  Just not a first-date conversation I'm used to, I suppose.  Anyway, he works high up in the anti-terrorism unit.  His job sounds really awesome and he loves it, but he doesn't like it to define him.  I also stayed on the phone with him for 45 minutes because I'd acted crazy this week in our emails.   So, anyway, he asked me to go out this Friday, and I accepted.

Then Creole guy called me back.  His outgoing voicemail sounds extremely formal, so my sister suggested I call him Delacroix (a reference to Spike Lee's main character in Bamboozled).  But the photo of that is a little offensive, taken out of context:

So, I'll just keep the jambalaya (or whatever that's called) image.   Anyway, he and I have been playing phone tag since Friday.  And today, we spoke for maybe five minutes.  He got right to the point.  After asking me how my weekend was, he asked me out on a date.  I accepted and said that would be nice.  But then he was like, "Okay, well, just call me and let me know when you're free and we'll touch base later."  I wasn't going to let him pawn the date-making off on me, so I said, "Well, right now I'm free Saturday or Sunday."  So then he said, "Well, maybe I'll call you later in the week to set something up for this weekend."  Uh, dude, why not just ask me now?  Great.  He's one of those last-minute date guys who assume you don't have a life.  Those are always fun to re-educate.

I'll try and do my stats for the above mentioned bachelors later this week.  But this post is long enough right now!