Maybe Its Working Out... !

Wow, I'm afraid to write this post in fear of if I publish these thoughts in writing, they can then be struck down to earth like one of those clay pigeons. But I feel that I owe you (and myself) some good news on occasion.

I might have been wrong.

There, I said it.

I might like Harry.

The Saturday Harry Date was comprised of a short little drive to meet up, and then proceeded to include a daytime sporting event, a cool 8:00 dinner and (since I wasn't tired of him yet) a visit to my favorite blues club. I got home at 4 a.m.

So, lets analyze. Why do I like this guy?

Break out the bullet points.

• He. is. so. easy. to. talk. to. And. fun. to. talk. to. Period.
• He came prepared. And was early.
• Omgosh, he is hilarious. And he gets my humor!
• He talks. About interesting stuff.
• He has a passion. And pursues it.
• He drinks beer and loves God. Maybe I shouldn't put those together but in my mind, they are in a way, quite intertwined.
• He write good.
• He is timely and considerate.
• On a cleanliness scale (as in housekeeping, not hygiene) of 1-10, he is a 9. His impeccable, nothing is out of place car proves it.
• He likes me.

Ok, thats all I can say for now, I'm already scared to say too much too soon. We have a tentative date for Saturday. Wish me and my insanity luck!

Prep Time

In response to the sudden flurry of social engagements that has hit my calendar, I decided I needed to workout everyday this week, eat healthy, get a hair cut and pick out some awesome outfits.

So, the first night, I did 45 minutes of pilates while thinking how great my legs look while upside down on the floor.

It was down hill from there.

The second night I cooked dinner, ate too much, felt awful, and laid on the couch the rest of the night.

The third night, was the night of the first date on my list. I came home late from work and as is my habit, took off my pants and sat on the couch. I realized I needed to clean up a bit as the date was taking place in my place of residence. So I walked around, decided to change my sheets, did some laundry and sat on the couch. I got back up, picked up the dirty clothes off my bathroom floor and got back on the couch. I talked on the phone, checked my email started to walk back to the couch and saw Mr. Nice guy walking up my walkway.

So, as does any girl when her date arrives, (at least on TV), I made him wait at the door while I finished getting ready (translated: while I put on my pants). So, I pulled off last night- in style, with my new Ann Taylor jeans serving as the perfect finishing touch.

Now I am supposed to be continuing my path of self improvement for the blind meet up with the Scientist Roommate this weekend. So I ordered pizza and cheesy bread for just me tonight and had a mini fiesta in my living room. I'm not really feeling the pilates vibe tonight so Mr. Scientist will just have to enjoy me along with the pooch on my stomach that I added to my figure tonight.

To my credit though, I did watch Greys Anatomy while sitting on my yoga mat tonight so I feel like that gives me some points towards improving my aura or finding my center at least a smidgen, right?!

All I have to say is watch out Mr. Scientist, you are about to meet a very well balanced, well feed and most likely fully clothed young lady this weekend. Me-ow.