Ms. MeLissa

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I am a strait shooter, a smart ass, independent, loyal, stubborn, attractive, kind, sexy, crazy, grounded, confused, funny and completely sane. I have a ten year old daughter, she is a better person than anyone I have ever known and my heart grew three sizes the day I met her. I am a 35 year old widow that had an awesome marriage for eleven years and I am entering the dating world. For the most part men seem scared to death of me and some have told me that I am too confident to approach. I am working on becoming a better me, without losing me in the process. These are my tales of discovery and disaster as a born again single.

Saturday, December 20, 2008

Movie Date, Second Date

We went to a movie.... First, he didn't even pause by the concession stand.  He breezed right by it.... sure I could have said "halt, I want popcorn" and of course I can buy my own popcorn but what kind of porker do I look like if I get food/snack and he gets nothing.  (Anyone saying who cares... I call bullshit on you.)  

So.... movie sucked but there was this nervous excitement the whole time like what is he gonna do, whats gonna happen.... Let me tell you what happened.  Not a GD thing.  He didn't try to hold my hand, he didn't put his arm around me, nothing.

We leave the movie, he walks me to my car and he acts like he would like to give me a kiss but I feel like, if he can't gather up the nerve to do it, I am not doing it for him.  So no kiss.  Agreed for round three though.  (Which is a personal record since my born again singlehood)

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Blind Date - The Set Up

I was set up with this guy.  I met him at a restaurant for a drink and dinner.  (More than one drink for me.)  First impression....  Cute, tall, well dressed and he had all of his hair.  (I like hair.)
We sat down ordered drinks, the conversation went pretty well.  I liked him and then he kind of dropped a bomb on me.  He plays in the church band.... that is o.k. ---- BUT he does it 4 days a week.  WHAT!  I of course I am smiling but I am thinking, 'that is a hell of a lot of church'.  I haven't been to church four times this year.  I have nothing against the Baby Jesus, I love the Baby Jesus but 4 days a week?  No way no how I am ever going to church 4 days a week.

O.K. he is drinking a drink and he said a curse word so I am thinking he might still be able to accept me and my sailor mouth.  If nothing else the holidays are near and I like him enough to see him again.

We split the check, because that is what I do.  (often offends)

Verdict, I like him enough to go for round two.  Round two coming soon.