Stupid Cupid

So last night, I had quite the adventure. I went on a date. Not just any date -- one where the guy admitted to me that he didn't want to go to a restaurant and "spend $60 on a stranger, when we can make perfectly good steaks on the grill." I agree with the logic, and I really didn't mind going to his house to make dinner (which turned out to be quite tasty,btw). However, why would you admit that? Strike one.

Now that I've roped you in, I'll give you a bit of background. If you read my blog a few weeks ago, you will know that I've decided not to date younger guys anymore. The only problem with that is that older guys in Utah all have kids/ex-wives/etc. Being the non-judger that my mama raised me to be, I'm going to give them a chance, anyway. I met Mister (that's what I'll call him for the sake of his own embarrassment, although I don't think he'll ever read this) at the bachelorette party last weekend. He was cute, nice and very honest about his lack of dating experience since the separation from his wife, so I decided I'd give him a shot. It was an interesting decision.

Back to my story... We were sitting on his deck, swinging on his chair while the steaks were cooking. Perfect time to get to know more about each other -- you know: where we grew up, where we went to school, how we got into our careers, the normal stuff. Instead, Mister decides to go on and on about every single girl he's met and dated and "had intimacy with" (yes. those are his exact words. he said them about 900 times in the course of the night, too). Strike two.

While telling me about these girls, he described how he let one of them know that he was no longer interested: he told her that he's not in the place right now to get serious and date only one person and that he's still healing from his separation. I have used many excuses in the past to let people know I'm not interested, so I laughed it off and told him that he's lucky he can pull that card.

We decided to throw in a movie while we were eating dinner. His pick was Pearl Harbor. He asked me if I've seen it and I said no (leaving out the part that I didn't see it because I heard it was horribly boring). I am pretty critical of movies, and I could not get into PH at all, so we just kept talking. Mister decided to give me a little bit of dating advice: Cathy, if you have intimacy with a guy you just met, and he stops calling you, it means he wasn't really interested in you.

NEWSFLASH -- I think that's first thing I learned about dating ten years ago! Not that I was "having intimacy" ten years ago, but come on. I just laughed that off, too, thinking about how badly I felt for this guy and anyone who comes in contact with him. Foul ball!

We took a break from the movie and went to go get a refill on drinks and let his dog out. We were standing around talking and all of the sudden he goes "So, am I supposed to ask if I can kiss you?" I just replied "you are supposed to do whatever you want to do." Ugh. Why, why, why did he have to ask that?

If you want to kiss me, kiss me. He didn't kiss me. Strike three.

The night wrapped up and he brought me home. He pulled up to my house and put his car in park, and I thanked him for dinner and such. All of the sudden he starts saying, "I am in a place right now where I don't want to date any one person or get serious and I have a lot of things that I still need to work through..." I started cracking up thinking that he was making a joke, but then realized he was still talking so I turned to him and said, "Wait. You're being serious?!?" He proceeded to blabber on about his dramatic life and finally I told him thanks again and got out of the car and walked inside.

Game over!

My Birfday

Thanks for all of the calls, texts and cards for my birthday. I had a good time. I laid pretty low the day/night before since the awesome weather ruined my plans to go ring in the big day up the canyon with some of my friends. Instead, I threw on some jammies and read a book (yes, I read a book) and went to bed somewhat early. I woke up from Nicole texting me, and that was followed up from a call from Eric (my Secret Service boyfriend, but not really boyfriend). Although I hadn't talked to him in almost a month, I knew he'd call me on my birthday. Funniest part -- we spoke for almost 20 minutes without any mention of the big day and he'd done the exact same thing on my 25th birthday. After we got off the phone, I sent him a text reminding him to tell his ex-wife happy birthday since oddly enough, she was also born on June 7th. I kid you not, but about a minute later he called me grovelling. I really enjoyed it, although I kind of feel like a brat for admitting that.

Around noon, Jessica, her fiance Dave and our friend Jonathan came over and we went to brunch at the Porcupine. I love their greek omelet and hadn't been for a while. It was a lot of fun and great conversation, as always. Topic of the day was odd athletic talents. If you could choose the strangest Olympic sport to be in, what would it be?

After brunch, Jonathan insisted that I couldn't have a birthday without a birthday cake, so we ran to BR to get an ice cream cake. If anyone reading this knows me, I shouldn't have to tell you what kind of cake I chose, but I will anyway: Oreo. And, it was delicious. Well, as delicious as an ice cream cake that's been sitting for who knows how long in BR's freezer can actually taste. I was extremely appreciative and I have the extra 5 lbs on my caboose to prove that I enjoyed it immensely :-)

After the crew left, I hung out waiting for my food to digest. Jen and I were meeting up with Nicole and Shannon a couple hours later at Stoneground for their yummy pizza Sunday. If you have not been, I highly recommend it, although they only do it on Sunday, so some of you who read this will be struck by lightening if you go. For the rest of you, it's great. It's kind of like Rodizio Grill where they just bring around different kinds of pizza, ranging from squash and eggplant, to your basic pepperoni. If you can't make it on a Sunday, their normal menu is also super tasty! There's my plug for one of my fav restaurants! Maybe they'll read this and I'll get some sort of kickback. Riiiiight.

I thought my birthday ended on Sunday, but last night Jeff and Bonnie were thoughtful enough to try to get me drunk and take me to see The Hangover. I didn't touch anything but water (won't be writing about that part, but I'll just say that the 311 concert and the bachelorette party leading up to Saturday were fun enough). However, I did let them buy my ticket to the movie -- best bday present ever! That movie is HILARIOUS!

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Quick Updates

To follow in the footsteps of my younger sister, I've decided to catch y'all up on my life. Not much is different these days, but I think that's a good thing!

I think my sinuses are still healing and allergies don't seem to be helping much. It's still WAY better than it was before. I can usually breathe out of one nostril, if not both. Yay for me. Hah.

Jenny is abandoning me and our apartment in a couple of weeks. Sharing an apartment is much funner (yes, funner) than sharing a bedroom with her. Maybe it's that we've had almost 10 years of space from the 15 spent sharing. We have gotten along great with the exception of 1-2 outbursts or annoyances. We have also become much closer. I'll miss having her around. That being said, if anyone knows someone cool who needs a room to rent, please let me know. No princesses or drama-seekers allowed.

Work is the same. I think I got a promotion a few months ago, but have not seen the fruits of it, nor the official title change, so I'm not exactly sure :-S. I am very grateful to have a job, though, so I really shouldn't complain... much.

I turn "old" in a couple of days. I know it's still a couple years away, but I'm almost thirty! The older I get, the younger I feel. Er, um. One thing is for sure: I'm sick of dating guys who are younger than I am. That's not going to happen again. I was at a party last weekend talking to a guy who turned out to be 24! Yes, 24! Needless to say, I wanted to run for the hills.

I went to St. George with a bunch of people over Memorial Day. It was almost too much fun. We stayed at Jeff's dad's house and camped out in the garage. The weekend was full of hanging by the pool, walking/hiking around, and good company.

Here are a couple of pics from the hike we took as soon as we unloaded the car. I'm sure you'll notice the clouds in the sky. It actually started pouring rain on us on the way back down. Before leaving for the hike, everyone thought I was crazy for saying I could get by wearing my Reefs instead of shoes. Not only did I kick that hike's ass, I didn't have soggy/muddy shoes and socks to walk home in. Take that! Reefs for life!