Beer and Scrabble?

Seriously? SERIOUSLY?!

Is that not the greatest date of all time?
How many times have I begged people to play Scrabble?

And then, out of nowhere, some drunken Prince Charming waltzes into Michele's apartment on Halloween, bestows upon her the most passionate, sparks flying, Clark Gable-esque kiss imaginable, AND THEN LATER ASKS HER TO HAVE A BEER AND SCRABBLE DATE.

Immediate chemistry. He's pursuing her like crazy.

Come on. COME ON.



Gahhhhhhh.



And the best part, from the very beginning, she knew it was something that would impress me. So, she invited Adam and I to make it a double date. However, she planned it for tonight. Adam is working and then has plans with his friend Micah. (Oddly enough, the same name of the mystery guy Michele is seeing.)

Which means...
I get to enjoy beer and Scrabble alone with the two kids.




I want spontaneity.


Call me immature.
I don't care. I like fun. I love board games. I get excited over ice cream sundaes. I'm always up for rolling around on the floor playing with the dogs. I like making messes and then kissing them off.

I hate the same thing day after day. Now matter how down I can get, I love life. I hate taking everything so seriously. I want to be caught off guard.

There are so many things to look forward to in the winter. Ice skating, playing in the snow, hot chocolate, decorating Christmas trees, sledding, stringing popcorn, carmel apples, peppermint sticks, snowball fights, snowmen, and best of all, curling up with someone special at the end of the day and sharing each other's warmth. Winter is a time for the young at heart. And that I can do.


I swear, I'm not overly needy.
I just need to know that I'm cared for.

And me wrapping my arms around someone and nestling my face in his neck while showering him with cute little kisses ever now and again for a complete five minutes ONLY FOR HIM TO TAKE ABSOLUTELY NO NOTICE OF ME is not showing me that. He didn't even acknowledge my presence. Really? REALLY?

I understand that people work. People get tired. But I should NEVER have to question if the person I'm dating actually likes me.

Sometimes I feel like when he's looking at me, he's not even seeing me.

And this is all a lot that should be discussed with him. But it's nearly impossible. He never seems to want to talk about anything serious with me.

Maybe I just read too far into things. It wouldn't be the first time a girl was overly emotional.

He does say some really sweet things at times. And he calls me cutesy pet names, and he told me the other night that we needed to go away and do something together. He suggested seeing my family. That makes me think that I might just be reading into things too much. And hopefully that is the case.


But for now, I'm off to shower, eat, and head over to Michele's.


Holler.