Adventure Update....

He cancelled on me. I should've expected it from the get go (in fact, a little part of me wasn't surprised in the least).

"I don't feel well" blah blah blah.

No harm, no foul. At least I didn't break my back to line a sitter up just to have him cancel at the last minute...cuz that would've sucked (I honestly thought about linking to all of the times in the past I've written about when the guy has cancelled, but I'm too lazy for that today...I'll blame it on the rain).

Choose My Adventure

Here I sit; 29 (less than 11 months until I'm 30), single, a parent, employed and a student.

I haven't had sex in over two years (730+ days).

I can say (with a huge smile on my face) that I have kissed a man in 2012 (although, some might argue he was only a "baby" since he was the ripe old age of 20, I digress).

Peeps, I'm ancy as hell.

Do I want a relationship? Sure.

Do I NEED a relationship? Hell no. I don't have time.

Do I want to have a wild crazy session in the bedroom? Hells yes.

Do I think I can have such a thing without "over-thinking things" and becoming the stereotypical "irrational girl"? The jury is still out on that one.

On the bright side, I have an opportunity to see if I can break my current streak of living a sexless life (SCANDALOUS, GASP!). There's a guy I've been speaking with. I've known him for about 8 years (we met through softball). We've hung out once a few years back, and in that time he acted as if he needed to stay AT LEAST 10 feet away from me (perplexing, especially since we had done a LOT of email flirting prior to hanging out, I digress).

He's attractive, single, and a huge goof ball (a trait that is almost a MUST if you're going to hang around me).

I'm 99% certain he's coming over on Monday night after baby boy is in bed. So, internet, I ask you to choose how I act when he comes over.

• Do I shove my tongue down his throat the second I open the door to break the ice?
• Do I answer the door in some skimpy lingerie?
• Do I just play it cool and make him make a move?

Not to sway any of you out there (if there ARE any of you out there...) but as a disclaimer, I want to have fun. I want to have balls to the wall, semi-scandalous fun.

What adventure will you choose for me? I'm all eyes.

The Hitch

I thrive on spontaneity. Love it, and try to live it as often as a single busy mom can....

One night, I was at home bored. Baby boy was in bed sleeping...so I took it upon myself to take a semi-provocative shot of my chest and email it to 21 (calm down, it was only a PG-13 cleavage shot that did NOT include my face...this chick still has an ounce of dignity after all).

The only problem? I didn't have his email address. I asked him for it, and told him I had a picture I wanted to send him since his phone didn't accept photo messages. He obliged, and shot me his email address (which included his FULL NAME).

When opportunity knocks, I (unfortunately) always answer.... OF COURSE I GOOGLED HIM PEOPLE!

And here's what I found out: He wasn't 21...nope, no sir....

He was 20. (truthfully though, I really wasn't surprised...I suppose my mom-gut instinct was screaming at me that something was off...I was just too caught up in his hotness to really pay a shred of attention)

Two Times...

I'll be the first to admit, I felt as if I was jumping head first into two feet of water. Here I am, a recently turned 29 year old, being blown away by a lot of unsolicited attention from a hot 21 year old. Was this really happening to me?!

The answer was clear: Yup.

I didn't need to pinch myself. I was receiving daily texts (a gesture small, but made me feel special). A guy, a young hot guy, was interested in me.

There must be a hitch, right?

After our date, he wanted to come up that weekend. I was scheduled to move into a new house, but wanted to see him too...so I caved. I told him he could come up on Saturday night, but the catch was he couldn't sleep in my room, and my son was home so he would be introduced as mommy's friend, and that was that. To my surprise, he didn't have an issue with it.

He came up Saturday night, helped me move boxes around, and we watched a movie. We would up in my room for a short while, messed around like middle-schoolers, and he was sent on his way to the living room for the rest of the night. It was a PG-13 kind of night. Nothing too naughty happened. It was fun. I went to bed that night with a huge smile on my face.

Life was good....or so I thought.

The One Where We Met.

I sat in my car while an anxious ball of nerves grew in my stomach. The bold and daring me wanted to walk up to him the moment we met, push him up against the car, and make out with him. The realistic side of me completely wussed out.

We met at the restaurant, and first laid eyes on each other in the parking lot. 21 was very attractive. At the risk of sounding cliche, my heart literally skipped a beat, and I was tempted to pinch myself. Am I really on a date with this guy? Was he really here with ME?

We were (unfortunately) seated in the middle of the restaurant, but my spontaneous side got us moved to a less noisy booth. I took my lead from him, and we both ended up ordering water, and splitting some food. It was nice. He seemed nervous. I couldn't wipe a goofy "Is this really happening to me" grin off of my face.

He wanted to go to a movie, so we searched on my phone and settled on a 9pm showing of Man on a Ledge (side note: wait for it to come out on redbox). We were one of three couples in the theater. We wound up talking through the end of the movie, and seemed more interested in each other than anything on the big screen. It was nice. It was fun. It was a road I haven't traveled in a loooooong time.

After the movie, we walked to my car and decided we were going to hit up a local casino and see how our luck was running. On the way to my car, I received a text from a friend that said "Did you kiss him the second you saw him?" (I honestly had planned on doing it...), to which I couldn't help but laugh out loud. He asked me what was so funny, and I told him what my original plan was. He thought that would've been cool, but would've should've, could've....

Since there was no time like the present, before I started driving towards the casino, I looked at him and said, "Before we leave, I need to get something out of the way" and I leaned in and kissed him.

Yes, interwebs, I'm going to kiss and tell...cripes, I'm going to kiss and BRAG. Not only was he hot, and fun, but he was an amazing kisser. I put a stop to things and insisted we needed to head out. We made it to the casino, share some more hot moments (before security drove past and made us both feel a bit uncomfortable) and wound up turning $20 into $90.

I'd say it was a pretty hot date....

Introducing 21

Not only did I take the plunge at the end of January, but I also plunged myself back into the dating scene….This time, however, I approached things in a completely different light. Most of the time I had created dating profiles in the past, I had done so completely trying to sell myself, and make men realize that, although I might not look like a Barbie, I am an AWESOME PERSON SO DATE ME OR ELSE. Since that hadn’t seemed to work, and I had only been on a couple of extremely lame dates, I took the path less traveled; the path of putting very few words in the description section.

Example:

Interests – Life

First Date – Grab a cup of coffee and see what happens….

….I was very short, simple and to the point.

Much to my surprise, it kind of seemed to be working for me! I had received a handful of new messages within the first week. Sure, some were from creepy men that were older than my father, but the beauty of the internet is YOU DON’T NEED TO ANSWER (although, to save face, I answered with a polite response saying I wasn’t interested, but good luck in your search).

I think Karma finally decided to throw me a bone, because one day my inbox had a new message from someone I’ll call 21.

21 is just that, 21 years old. Since I was about to be turning 29 (gross), I was naturally very apprehensive to talk with him…He asked me what I was looking for, and I told him the truth, “A guy to go out with that will make me laugh, and whom I can have a great time with.” When I asked him what he wanted his response was literally “sex” which made me laugh. I tried to politely shoo him on his way, stating that if that’s what I was looking for I wouldn’t be online, and that I hope he had luck in his quest for his next hook up….but he didn’t go away. We kept messaging, and seemed to have clicked online. Some texting and a telephone conversation were followed up by setting up a first date.

Stay tuned…

Hello 2012.

The dawn of a new year typically has people all abuzz....

What should I do differently NEXT year?

Yes, I'm going to workout more and LOSE WEIGHT.

THANK GOD THIS YEAR IS OVER!

...you get the picture.

I'm not a huge "New Year's Resolution" person....in fact, I was kind of sad to see 2011 leave. It was a year I took my son to Disney Land. A year I popped my Vegas Cherry (and had an absolute blast doing so). A year I FINALLY re-enrolled in college. A year I bought a brand-spankin' new car.

2011 did me well.

You can imagine my lack of enthusiasm for saying goodbye.

I reluctantly allowed 2012 to grace me with it's presence, but let me tell you, the beginning of the year was a royal biotch for me.

• My son was struggling with Kindergarten
• My house hunt was coming to a dull slow pit of nothingness
• ...and then there was the time I rear ended someone on my way to work in the morning.

Throughout all of the negative, I've been lucky to find some smidgens of positive. The car wasn't as bad as it could've been post-wreck. I wasn't hurt, and neither was the other driver. Throughout a bit of intense coaching, my son seems to be on a better track with school. I found the house of my dreams (for the time being) and was able to workout a deal and close January 31st.

...and then there's the part about my love life. Many more details to share, although I'll be quite honest I kind of like holding this one close to my chest. It's been such a long time since I've had traces of romance in my life that I feel like hoarding it ALL. TO. MYSELF.