I'm beginning to think this OKC thing is a waste. I've had:
One date. And I was absolutely nervous, and it went nowhere. Yay for me. Not quite sure what went wrong, but whatever. Moving on.
I've had a couple of great series of messages back and forth between a couple of guys, but I'm not quite sure what's going on there either. Okay, I'm clueless.
It's been a long streak for me. I mean, it's not like I've not seen any action in the recent months, but I think I'm quite ready for a relationship.
Anyhoo.
Happy 4th all. I'll be nursing a sunburn.

Admittedly, at first, that amount of confidence is actually a bit cute. Especially if you come across as an Indie music guy. But once a girl jumps down that rabbit hole, and stumbles into a relationship with you, be warned. She will learn of your douchebaggery. Yes, please, play Halo 2 with your friends all night while your girlfriend feigns interest for two hours, falls asleep, and then, THEN, is when you get into bed looking to fool around. Really, we don't mind that you play games, but when you look over at your girlfriend and she looks as though she could use some company, it might be nice to put the controller down, for one night, and give her what she wants.
Then, it's also douchebaggery when you make fun of her not liking a band that you would go gay for. I don't make fun of you for liking Chiodos(sp?), so please don't make fun of me for NOT liking them.
And then, if you happen to break up, dear god, PLEASE do not hold onto the notion that she still wants you a year after the fact. Chances are, she doesn't, considering there's a 50/50 chance she broke up with you.
So, when karma bites you in the ass for being a dick, don't expect me to care. I won't feel bad.
In the end, you are not awesome, and not everyone likes you.
Get over it.

Holy crap, Hugh Laurie.
That would probably be the only older guy I'd be all over.
Mmm.
And the show is pretty much amazing. I still need to get Season 3 on DVD.

Oh, short guy. Short guy with the attempt at compensating attitude.

Here's a hint: When you're hitting on a girl who's taller than you, hinting at your height, and how you make up for it...in your pants, is not cute. She doesn't need to be reminded that you are shorter. It's clear in the way that the top of your head reaches her nose, or somewhere south of that.
Here's the thing: if a girl is going to be attracted to you, your height won't matter. It won't, I promise. But your grating personality and lame come-ons, shyeah. It will matter.

Over the next few days, I'm going to be posting some hopefully humorous letters to groups of guys that are inevitably attracted to me.

We'll see if you find them funny.

People actually believed the Genetimatch joke?
Wow, maybe we should have a Fool's Year.

But one bit of news has changed my feeling on a relationship.
I'm going to be a godmother. :D
One of my best friends is five months pregnant, and it got me to thinking. I'm at the age when I perhaps should be seeking a relationship that's a little deeper than sex and someone to keep me from getting bored. As sad as that seems, that's been the summary of the past few relationships I've had. This doesn't mean I'm all, OMG! KIDS NOW, KTHX?!? It means that all in all, I'm looking for more. Kids are still rather down the road for me. It's time for me to look towards the future, while still living in my present.

I, uh, I really need to think about things I post on the internets. What I meant to say was, "I'd just like a date, or the possibility of one, where it just felt right."
One of my roommates has no problem with this, or at least, she doesn't look for it. She has a caravan of men, courtiers, if you liken it to medival England. Once a guy makes a mistake, he falls from her favor, and yet another guy is ready to take his place. It's always fun to walk into your kitchen in the morning in a night shirt and meet a new fellow besotted with your blonde, blue eyed, overly tanned, and overly fake titted roommate.
Ah, yes, it's a court. And perhaps I am the Fool.

But holy crap, I need a date.
It's been a month since my last one, and quite frankly, it sucked. Nothing happened. At all.
God damn.
I'd like my luck to change, mmkay?

I finally broke down today and did two things:
I searched and found a fantastic sports bra that's super supportive.
Found a nice pair of running shoes that don't hurt my feet during and/or after running for 30 minutes. I really need to make an effort to not wear them for anything other than running.

Seriously!
1.83 miles, 30 minutes, 343 calories burned, and I'm pumped to continue improving.
It's my goal to be doing 2 miles in 15 minutes in 3 months.

I'm kinda loving this, folks.