Friendly Date?

Hi blog peeps! Well it's a new year and with it comes the familiar resolution of the "D" word. Yes, my friends, D-I-E-T. I started mine out with 2 cupcakes for breakfast, taco bell for lunch and a steak dinner. I probably lost like 5 lbs today ;) No, but seriously, my friend Heidi and I have resolved to lose 20 lbs before my brother's wedding in Bali in May. She's at -6 and I'm at +1 I think, so it is time to step up my game. The thing is, I would not have eaten so poorly if it wasn't for the all the drinking I did last night. Ahhh last night...

So, a boy I know from high school (although I never really knew him, because he was a grade above me in school and we never spoke to each other) who has been a facebook friend for years, emailed me last month asking if I would be home for the holidays and would I like to hang out. Since I was going to be home, and only have about 3 friends in town, my answer to both questions was "yes". Now, what I was not expecting was the daily text invitations. I mean he really wanted to get together. He texted with such persistent vigor that I started to wonder if we had actually been friends and I had just blocked it out. After about a week of not getting together, we finally did. Last night. At Kickbacks. Where we drank for 4 hours straight, and I arrived a ball of nerves feeling like I was going on a blind date. Which it almost kind of was, except in my mind this was not a date whatsoever, more like a high school reunion where the people have no idea who each other are.

Now this gentleman is very nice, easy going and reasonably chatty. But I still was not getting that romantic feeling. Until my 4th vodka soda. Yes, things did take a turn towards the end of the night. We will get to that, but first, let's talk about the weird thing that happened somewhere in the middle of our special time together. While out on my non-date, a man approached our table and actually asked me out on a real date, while my friend was sitting right next to me at the table. It was kind of bizarre and his lead in was that he was a journalist and writing an article on dating and would I like to participate. I said "suuuuuure?" at which point he said "I'm just kidding, but will you go out with me?" I was a little confused and a lot uncomfortable. But it gets worse. My man friend then says "How do you know we aren't on a date??" To which the guy responds, "Oh, you're not her type." And my friend's jaw hit the table, because, well, that was rude as hell. Then the new guy starts rambling on about how he missed an opportunity with the homecoming queen and he didn't want to let that happen again so can I please have your number etc etc. And I just said "Why don't you just give me yours?" And he did. And I'll admit I still have it, but will not be using it, like ever.

We left the bar close to closing time and since everywhere else was closed, we decided to go pick up this small bottle of bourbon I had left over from new years eve, and sit and drink it in his car in my parents driveway, while listening to all kinds of wonderful music I'd never heard before. And then we made out. For, like, a really long time. And I officially felt like I was in high school again. Then I went upstairs to my bedroom, burst into tears, and drunk dialed my ex-boyfriend. Is it 1997 up in here or what?