Summer sizzlers... and fizzlers.

after my brief "Nicole dates around the world" stint with Cokcy and the Iranian, I decided the best was to get some dates under my belt was to do as much as possible as often as possible and get myself out there. I met a man who looked like a Supermodel at an outdoor concert and went on a date with him. He then turned out to be a secret raver, complete with flame paintings on his arms and glow sticks. My mother thought I should look past these things because he opened a car door for me once. I said, "I DON'T WANT TO DATE SOMEONE WHO DOES X ON THE WEEKENDS!" Next, I met a sweet guy while at a bar with my sister who was in town visiting. We went on five dates and it was goinf really well... Then he got so drunk at a party that he started to wrestle every person in the room (except me, oddly enough), demand I tuck him into bed, and then spill water all over both of us. I never heard from him after that night... maybe because he was rightfully very embarrassed? Probably for the best though, as his concept of romance was belting out Dave Matthews lyrics to me. Shortly after, my friend Nicole convinced me to go on a "Grouper" date... which is basically a three way blind date that the magic of the internet sets up. This was innocent enough until one of the guys decided to tell me all about his open marriage... and how his wife's boyfrend stays in their spare bedroom. Then I started Tinder: the new age "hot or not", only there is chatting involved. One guy caught my fancy and he actually came over to my place to watch a movie/ make out like high schoolers. I quickly stopped all communication because all he did was get drunk and text things like: "Hey, girl hey." or "I just want to see your naked body." Ugh. During all of this (and against my better judgement) I have been sleeping with LL. Now, it is inconsistant, but enough to keep me from jumping into the sack with a bunch of randoms. Which is obviously good for my vagina on many levels. So here we are: mid-September. It is officially a year since I left "R". It has been four months since LL left me. And there are a hell of a lot more men in Chicago for me to meet. Bring. It. On.