My boy-crazy, work-avoiding state last week led me to post a short, vague ad on Craigslist on Monday. Surprisingly enough, I received at least one response from a guy who seemed entirely too cool not call on Tuesday (and talk to for an hour) and then meet for drinks on Wednesday. And then meet again at the Slats show on Saturday.
I always hesitate about telling my friends when I meet someone because I always think talking about a guy will jinx things. Yeah, it's ridiculous. But I can't help it because IT ALWAYS SEEMS TO HAPPEN. Seriously. Though, I did tell a couple friends on Thursday. Then he met a those friends and a couple more on Saturday and Malina has put the over/under on when the rest of The Committee for Jess's Social Life will hear about him at 2.3 days. And we're taking the under on that one. Especially for those who are regular readers of this here blog.
When everyone met Macho Man at my Super Bowl party, they all talked to each other about whether or not there was something going on between us (not on my side) and then asked me what was up. I was amazed that a) they all thought he liked me and b) they were so inefficient about their discussions. I'm hoping that this time they take my advice and have a meeting or a conference call.
I do so love my friends.
So, yeah. I have to try not to get too far ahead of myself, which is a struggle for me. Usually my wild imagination takes off on worst-case scenarios when things are bad. I remember when I started looking for the apartment in which I currently live when the writing was on the wall about the condo conversions at my old place. Once I found my awesome apartment, Whatshisfuckingface mocked me a little. Apparently, my worryings during the search (to him, anyway) were something along the lines of, "Oh my God, what if I don't find a place in time? What do I do then? I'll have nowhere to go and I'll end up living in a box on the streets and being raped by a homeless guy." Sadly, he probably wasn't exaggerating much.
I'm not nearly as bad when it comes to getting ahead of myself about good things. I can barely envision a third date, much less be one of those girls planning marriage and kids within days of meeting a guy.
Hopefully I'll get to see him this week since I'm heading home on Friday to get my hair done and partake in the Hay Daze festivities. These festivities include drinking horrible cheap beer with my brother, his friends, our cousins, my friends and people I only see once a year on Hay Daze Saturday up at the beer tent. Small town festivals are a thing of beauty.
My fear of jinxing things is so strong that I'm having trouble hitting the "publish post" button. *deep breath*