The Deep Freeze

The good news is that I was not murdered last night at the house of a stranger I met online. In fact, the entire evening was a pleasant affair.

Which brings me to the bad news. I have a serious case of cold feet. A serious case. I left Marathon Man's house with toasty warm toes and plans to see him again, but by the time I stepped in my apartment, my feet started icing up and have stayed frozen. As in, I am nearing the point of eye rolls when I receive a text from him. And eye-rolling is one of the most severe symptoms of not having a crush on someone.

At this point, I am trying to address my cold feet concerns by not thinking about it. And flirting with other men. And having secret, little crushes on other men. And giggling like a schoolgirl about it. And making sustained, sexy eye contact with attractive men. And listening to One Direction.

It hasn't helped the cold feet, but it's warmin' my heart!

I'm Baaaaaaack!!

As many of my faithful readers know, long periods of silence on this blog mean one of two things: I'm experiencing a serious crush drought and no one would want to read ten posts about the Hemsworth brothers' crushability factors -or- crushes are becoming a little less comical and a little more serious.

Since this is a blog about crushes, not relationships, all I will say is Cougar Bait and I dated briefly...and we're on good enough terms that I talked him into being my date to a wedding post break-up. 

But again...this is a blog about crushes, and I have news. I received a message on an online dating site from a man who appeared interesting enough to meet. We messaged a painstaking four days before he finally asked me out, and we met up to get drinks downtown. 

And I found out he's your typical guy who works with puppies and troubled youth, owns a house, runs marathons, rescues lost cats, etc. etc. etc. Fortunately, things went pretty well with Marathon Man and he wasn't scared off by my stories of self-diagnosed Dengue Fever and referring to my bikes by their first names (Paul and Lena). 

We're meeting up tonight to make dinner at his house, so if there's silence on the blog for another couple months, it might be a good thing. Or maybe he murdered me and my dream of a Lifetime movie with Rashida Jones playing me will finally be a reality...