mmmm....

So, I have had a crush on my ballet teacher for awhile now. Last saturday, he had invited our class to a modern ballet performance that he had had something to do with, and I saw him there. Tonite, one of my classmates from the class I take from him had a "gallery opening" at the panini restaurant down the street from me. Knowing he would be there, I went and hung out. And when he showed up, he hung out with me. He helped the artist too, but he kept coming back. Anyway, he and I went out to grab a bite at the irish pub across the street from the opening and then hung out. I had fun. He is actually older than I thought. He is an odd combination of dorky and cocky that is really intriguing.

Please note that these are the thoughts of a rather inebriated woman (which would be much more apparent if I didn't have some kind eye for typos - I realize that this statement may be completely guffawed at by more sober eyes)

I like him. We'll see how wednesdays class goes...

Just got home from a date and I wonder...

I wonder... It was a third date. I kissed him after he walked me to the car. and no "ooh!" no socks rolling up and down. When we talked I wondered what he was passionate about (granted I didn't think of asking that straight out until later, I had asked what he enjoys doing for fun). He seems great and caring and intelligent, but not really opinionated or excited. Maybe it is because he still seems a bit nervous around me, but I don't know. If I'd felt something during the kiss it would have helped. But nothin'. arrgh...

New Year's Day

Welcome 2009. We have been waiting for you. We have great hopes for you. We have a new president being inaugurated this month. And we have all kinds of possibilities available. It may not seem that way with the climate of lack and want. But there are always possibilities. It will be an exciting year.

My friend, Tracy, asked me last night what I wanted in 2009. My first though was to be madly in love and happily pregnant (and I added - in love with some one equally in love with me and excited that I am pregnant with his child).

This "resolution" scares the begeezers out of me in some way. I have said it before and it hasn't happened yet. Having it not happen scares me and having it happen scares me too. But being madly in love and happy sounds like fabulous way to spend my time on earth. It is definitely something to live into.

dating

Does anyone other than me often judge their date as others would see them? I had a second date with someone yesterday - unfortunately I was pooped and I am not sure why. He is very nice and kind and thoughtful. I am wondering what else there is to him. I can't go too beige.
Today I had a first date with someone, who I don't know if I will see him again. He is very fit. But he made a joke of everything I said. I think he was trying to be witty. And when he spoke, he sometimes closed his eyes to think. It was just very stylized. Knowing that my family would have such fun mocking him, I just don't know if I should go on a second date. But maybe, just maybe when he relaxes he is less stylized.

Wheeeee! It's a Dating Spree!

So far I have gone out with 4 different men. This online thing is very time intensive. This last week I have slacked off the actual on line bit. Granted the dates are taking up time. None of the dates have been bad, they have all been enjoyable. I just haven't been bowled over by anyone and I don't know if I "should" be bowled over (being knocked down doesn't sound fun).

Things I have discovered about myself...
There is a part of me that wants to be swept of my feet (granted, if that were to happen, I don't know if I would trust it - I would want to...)
I don't like it when men lie about their height.
I am disconcerted when my apartment would fit into their kitchen (not that I don't deserve a huge kitchen), but it is odd.
I don't want to invite anyone into my apartment at this point - partly because it is my space and partly because I haven't told them what kind of dance I teach (I dance around that fact).
I have to remind myself that men are tender souls and probably more insecure than I and yet, I don't have to be "nice" or accommodating (don't worry, I am always polite and friendly).
I am enjoying the process.
I need fun and I need financially responsible.
And I need at least taller than me, preferably taller than me in heels, but short by itself won't knock him out of the running.
I like it much better if they don't try to make out on the first date.

That is the spree at this point. I have another date Sunday with the man I went out with last night (which was fun and comfortable) and I am in phone communication with one other man. I suppose I'd better get back on line.

Hives and mental health update and rambling

So everything seems to be on the upswing. Hives are almost gone. My homework from my healer is to make time for fun and to dine. (What's wrong with eating on the run? It is efficient) So, new habits are going into place. It should be interesting on the days I am at work from noon to 10P. Last week I fit in my meditation before teaching, now I get to fit in that AND dining. hmmmm....

I took class for myself Saturday evening, which was great. And tonite I went and saw the movie Charlie Bartlett with Dot.

The other thing my healer said is that I shouldn't continue to see the person I have been seeing on and off for awhile. She said he is too serious and I need someone fun. And she said he is scared to get too close, whereas he has told me he has intimacy issues (can you say "red flag"?). Have you ever wondered if you will ever find sex quite as fabulous? He may not be "fun" but...

It would be easier if I were interested in someone other than him and my celebrity boyfriends, George and James (Clooney and McAvoy respectively). (yes i have a fertile imagination)

thoughts to sleep on

full but mellow weekend

Why is it that when I am invited to a friends house for a get together, I am always hopeful that they may have invited a man for me to meet. But alas, alack aday, this seems to be the last thing on their "to do" lists.

Well, I suppose there were 2 single men at the games night I went to Saturday. But they were 8 and 13 years old - a bit too young (even for me).

And a knitting class probably wasn't the smartest class to take if I wanted to meet a man. There are men in the store (rarely) but none in our class. But I am enjoying it. I am making hats for all the new babies my cohorts in teaching have had lately, a sweater for my niece and hand warmers (just because). I will have to figure out who to give the hand warmers (wrist warmers maybe?) to, as I probably won't wear them.

Which reminds me, I need to find a pattern for a headband/earwarmer thing. I am going to NYC next weekend to train some teachers.