Like Flavor Flav, handing out chains...

The past four months have been a whirlwind- plain and simple. Nothing get's this girl's blood pumping like being able to officially do whatever she wants with whomever she wants. A few heavy hitters:

The Bad Decision.

Blue Eyes.

Devil's Snare. (This person did not originally have a nickname... but I think it is fitting and hilarious)

In my brief stint in single hood, I have already experienced a man with a penis the size of a pinky (but didn't seem bothered by it); a grown man who begged to sleep on my futon when I told him I wouldn't sleep with him (who was also deceivingly balding); a charming drunk man who asked his elderly cohort if he should, "Get with me" that night (the elderly cohort said yes. I told them it wasn't up to either of them); and a dancing boy at a concert who became enraged when I wouldn't go over to his apartment to watch movies instead of go on a real date with him ("Going out to eat at a restaurant is so IMPERSONAL." -sadly a real quote).

Amazingly none of them got past the "Oh, I put your number into my phone as your first name with an place/description so I knew who you were" stage. And no worries... all such numbers have been deleted, lest I have a few and decide it would be funny to text "Drunk Kevin" or "Nick Mayfest".

Most recently I went Salsa dancing for a friend's birthday party where I met, danced with and exchanged numbers with a man who I am pretty sure said his name was David. However, with drink in hand I somehow managed to save his number under "A". Now "A" is probably late 20's, of some Hispanic origin, and has a baby mole under his nose that just makes me think of Enrique Iglesias. He is also in construction, so very heavily muscled- which is fine with me. He seemed sweet enough, and he texted me the whole night. Two days later he calls me at one in the afternoon. Weird, but whatever. He talks about some random things including sweating- which I think odd... but forgive (maybe he is just nervous, not a total weirdo?). Twenty minutes later I tell him I must get off the phone and let him know that if he ever wants to get together to let me know. His response isn't to set up a date, but to inform me that "That is one of the reasons he asked for my number." Ooookay, and what were the other reasons?
"A" may not be "A-okay"... but he hasn't done anything super creepy or offensive yet, so I don't think I will add him to the delete list for now. Plus, he did have a really good body...