Pool Boy

So another prospect is pool boy. I met him two weekends ago at Kickball Girl's (KG) pool. I could tell he had a lingering eye for me; however, I couldn't tell if he was just a normal guy around a girl in a bikini, or he was truly interested.

So he ran into KG this past weekend and made it known that he'd like to run into me again. KG got my approval to pass along my contact info...he called today.

I can't quite feel him out. He's cute, a former soccer player. He went a PWI in my conference and of course we had moments of talking shit to each other. I'll probably see him this weekend. He's a bit too skinny for my tastes. I like 'em at least 185...he looks about 160ish. I anticipate that one day I'll gain weight, and I don't want to be bigger than my man....so I'm trying to give myself plenty of room to grow. lol.

Anywho, we have a date on Sunday. I've got a date with Facebook Guy (FbG) Thursday.

I realized that I have started this dating thing rather late in life. I like the getting out the house and getting a free meal aspect of it...I even like the first few conversations. However, when a guy starts looking at me googly eyed like he wants to kiss me or something...that's when I freak out and play dead. (But of course, I'm not quite dead).

Matter of fact, Omlette-Poop man sametime'd me today to re-ask why I geared off task. I'm not forward enough to be like...it turned me ALL THE WAY OFF when you talked about eating omlettes and pooping (on the first official date). Now don't get me wrong, my sense of humor can be that of a 12 year old boy and I can giggle at all things poo related; however, it's not sexy. So when you try to do my favorite small of the back touch, instead of feeling warm and googly...I feel cold and tense. Which lets me know that you must quickly be friend-shifted.