the hazards of love

So I’ve been on a bit of a dating spree recently.  I mean, I guess anything is a spree when you’ve done as little dating as I have in my adult years.  I’ve dated here and there, but it’s mostly been going on a date, connecting so well with the person that we become exclusive.  Never have I gone on multiple dates with multiple people in a row.  (Not like multiple group dates, gross.  Like a friend once mentioned something about speed dating.  I could NEVER do speed dating.  I get anxious enough going on one date.  Multiplying that by 12 or something?  Death.)

Anyways..

When J and my relationship ended in early March, I said I was done.  I say it every single time, swearing off guys, swearing off relationships, swearing off love.

Then two weeks passed.  I felt better.  I felt a lot better.  I had given a lot of thought to myself, to my life, to why things hadn’t worked and I figured I was ready to try again.

But not entirely.  I wanted to date.  I wanted to go on dates and meet people and not have one of them immediately become my boyfriend.

So I turned to  my good friend, the internet.  I guess in the past there has been a stigma about internet dating, but I think those years are long gone.  I do it, almost every single person I know has at least met someone from the internet, if not dated someone.  It’s everywhere, it’s inescapable…and really?  What’s the point?  Sign of the times, folks.

Set up some dates, and I did the damn thing.  A few were barely dates, I don’t know when you cross the line from hanging out to dates, but I spent a few evenings in the company of some guys.  And I had a blast.

I’m not one to kiss and tell, so I won’t be one to date and tell either, but a few hilarious moments from my dating excursion include being introduced as Kristen the second time I hung out with some kid.  Hahaha, ouch.

Some kid asking to meet me at Panera and showing up literally 3 minutes after I said “Sure.”  It was the most spontaneously hilarious thing ever.

Walking down Forbes with another kid and having this interaction happen.

Creeper:(stepping out in front of me and stopping dead in his tracks) Excuse me?

Me: Yea?

Creeper: Are you with him?

Me: Yea?

Creeper: Well he needs to keep you close because you are so sexy and if he doesn’t keep you close..

(at this point GuyI’mWith put his hand on other guy and is telling him to stop)

Creeper: Yo man! I’m not gay!  This your girl?  You need to keep her close because if you don’t I’m gonna snatch her up and STEAL her. (puts his arm around me) Girl you are so gorgeous.  You are so sexy, you are like vanilla ice cream I just wanna lick…

Me: Okay! Enough!

GuyIWasWith later said there are worse things that could happen than getting hit on on the street, but that was terribly embarrassing.   And not to say that I needed rescued, but his presence definitely helped, and having to deal with that? On a first date? Was it a date? See what I mean?

But aside from that last little kerfluffle, I’ve been having a lot of fun.  As much as I’m a loner, I love talking to people and getting to know people but mostly having stories to tell about said people, haha.

So the spree continues…interested parties can contact katrina@cupcakesupremacy.com (Please be male, under 35 and be okay with being talked about on the internet.)

Tchau!