As you may have guessed from my comments, I don’t love my boyfriend’s dog. And, as owning two cats and no bedroom door (in my soon-to-be given up Flagstaff apartment) may suggest, I had more of my fair share of problems dating. However, pets are a very complicated issue. Here, my totally biased analysis of the pros and cons of having pets (or dating someone who does).
I engineered a meetup with Kitty on Sunday night, but I didn’t close. Here’s what happened. I ran my text game as described in my previous post. She responded that she was interested but was spending the day with family. AND, she thought she was coming down with a cold (yeah right), but if she was feeling up to it, she’d contact me tonight. Cool, it looked like there was still a connection and my unintentional jackass move from yesterday didn’t blow me out.
Someone shoot me in the face. I royally jackassed up with the new Leo.
Here’s what happened. Kitty and I had settled on a date for Saturday night. We made these arrangements the day after our first date completely via text, and I knew it was on. Basically, the tone of the texts was pretty sexual, and as long as I didn’t fuck up horribly we were going to get into some intense monkey sex after our date. She wanted it and, obviously, I wanted it too.
My date with Kitty was killer. Here’s how it went down.
Firstly, I was well dressed. I wore a cool pair of jeans and a badass, dark green, long sleeve shirt I save for special occasions and first dates. The shirt is fitted, so it shows off my upper body well. This is a nice detail that has gotten me compliments in the past.
Are you fucking with me? I met this chick online and her last name is Lance. Seriously. Is that a sign or something? She’s also a Leo, and Leos get along swimmingly well with Geminis. Go read any love astrology site. Back in the day, I had this one gf who was a Leo and let me tell you, the sex was off the hook. But, I digress. The new girl’s first name is Kitty. Kitty Lance. I told her her name sounded like a porn star name, and her response was, “Yeah, I get that a lot.” I think we’ll get along pretty well.
My landlord’s wife found someone to move into my apartment. Great news! They are going to let me out of my lease early so that he can move in. However, in order for all this to happen, I need to be out of the apartment by Sunday, May 11. Egads! So I have reserved a U-Haul truck and movers on either end to load/unload the truck. Now I am packing like a fiend. I actually don’t own a ton of stuff and 1/3 of it has already been moved to Phoenix, so this is not going to be too tough. I find that now that everything is happening, though, there are mixed feelings (about the move, not the BF). Read the full article