New things

So as life is ever changing, stuff is pretty different from the last update.

Things with the Baseball Player are no longer. Its something that we ultimately couldnt help, our schedules just did not allow for us to spend any time together and I was done with being in a relationship by myself, essentially. In the end, we tried - twice - and it just wasnt in the cards. This time around I am walking away confident, knowing that, for several reasons, being with him was not what was best for me. And I have no hard feelings toward him and will always be very fond of him.

Wednesday night a bunch of the best looking kids in town decided to play kickball in the dark at a park. It was drunken, it was difficult, it was physically strenuous, it was FANFUCKINGTASTIC. It was interesting to see a bunch of 20 and 30 somethings going balls-to-the-walls for a impromptu midnight kickball game when they havent exerted that much physical energy for anything in a LONG time. By the end of the night we had three injuries (including myself with a sprained ankle) and a visit from the cops. We concluded that it needed to be a weekly event, starting a bit earlier in order to avoid more interaction with the fuzz.

After the game I was assisted down the street to the nearest tavern where we congregated for post-game drinks and a much needed rest for my ankle. I spent the next couple days lying on the couch with my foot elevated, ankle wrapped and iced, watching football and the delicious showtime series The Secret Diary of a Call Girl.

Romantically: I know its soon after the Baseball Player, but there is something very exciting happening and, well, it (he) makes me happy. I met someone through a friend of a friend and we hit it off as friends instantly. We started hanging out, playing pool and spending time together (platonically) very often. Something about him just drew me to him - there is something about him that made me want to be around him all the time. Hes just very relaxed and laid back and easy to talk to and very hilarious. Also, a true gentleman. Slowly, something else starting developing - something not platonic. Once these feelings started emerging, I knew it was time to end it with the Baseball Player and to see where things would go with my new friend Seamus.

Seamus, though recently unemployed, has his shit together, is very smart, has some of the most awesome friends ever, is good at pool (bonus) and just seems to be one of those nice guys that often finish last in the relationship department. The guy that always ends up perpetually in the "friends zone". Which is where he almost ended up with me, until something happened. I think it was the night a bunch of us were at his house watching the Ducks game and I looked over at my new friend Seamus (a nickname I gave him because of his super Irish heritage) and realized that he was one of the greatest guys I'd met since I started this dating hell over a year ago, and any girl would be absolutely lucky to nab him.

Though I didnt have that instant lust for him like I'd had with the Baseball Player, there was no doubt in my mind that there was a definite attraction and connection on a deeper, more meaningful level. The Baseball Player is the kind of guy who a girl is thrilled to have hot sex with and hopes that he calls the next day (which he often wont) and eventually ends up breaking her heart because he knows there are a million other fish in the sea for him. Seamus is the kind of guy whos idea of hot sex is usually passionate love-making, who will cuddle a girl all night and the next day and goes out and buys her a toothbrush to keep at his house. He cooks for her and calls her and texts her and tells her hes crazy about her because he truly is. He pays attention to things she says and remembers details when subjects are brought up later. He knows her favorite color, foods she hates, her favorite drink and her siblings' names. The Baseball Player is the guy girls fuck, Seamus is the guy girls marry. In the romantic comedy, hes the uncoventionally attractive better guy that everyone hopes the girl will dump her douchebag boyfriend for and marry in the end.

Smooches, y'all.