E: Mr. March and then some

What a weekend. So I had my date with Mr. March last night. We met at a local itialian restaurant at 6:30 p.m. because he had to run a half marathon this morning and needed to carb-load. In addition, with us springing forward, he would have to be up really early, thus the 6:30 p.m. date - us and all the old people.

This was a blind date - a friend's neighbors brother. We became facebook friends before the date, so I could see what he looked like. His profile picture was one of Buckwheat. His album consisted of 2 photos - one of him with his high school class (no help whatsoever) and one of him with some girl all dressed up. So I meet him out at the restaurant a little unsure of what he looked like. Fortunately I was able to spot him right away. After all, most of the other people had gray hair! HA. Alas, it is snowbird season in my sunny coastal town.

Anyway, this guy was adorable, outgoing and funny. We had what I thought was great conversation. Light hearted, a lot of laughs. Even had the waiter going for a bit there. He was very interested in getting to know about me. Didn't talk a lot about himself or brag or anything. But when the check arrived he promptly said, "well, i'd better get home - gotta get up early in the morning with the time change and all." It was 8:30. Ok guy, I hear you loud and clear. And thanks to Greg Behrendt, author of "He's Just Not that Into You," I didn't spend my Sunday wondering if the phone would ring. It's just that simple.

I wasn't too heartbroken, but I wasn't through with the evening. The night was young! So I called February Fellow #4, the guy whom I had a fun-filled 6 hour date with two weeks prior. I really like this guy, but I haven't figured out if we have a romantic connection, yet. But he is such a gentlemen and calls me princess and I just eat that up. Anyway, we have been keeping in touch and he has asked me out since, but I was never available. In fact, he had called on Friday to ask me out for Saturday, and I had to tell him no, I already had plans. So when I called him at 9 pm to see if he was still available, he jumped in the car and picked me up. We picked up another friend of mine and went out on the town. Did I mention it is spring break in my coastal town? Well, we decided to act like spring breakers. It was a blast, until the room started spinning. I don't remember the last time I drank that much. Anyway, my crew decided it was time to get me home. He dropped my friend off at her house, then took me to mine. Walked me to my door, and I promptly started losing my cookies....5 times.....all over my boots and I'm sure his shoes. MORTIFYING!! So he walks me inside and now I have puke in my hair and I am bound and determined to take a shower. I stomp off to the bathroom, pleading with him to please clean my boots! By the time I was out of the shower he had already found my broom and bucket and had cleaned up the mess outside my front door. What a sweetheart.

I woke up this morning and felt like a truck hit me. And I remembered the night before and felt humiliated. This was no way to act on a second date. This is no way to act, period. And I am NOT on spring break, nor am I anywhere close to being school age. So I send him a text telling him how very sorry I was, blah blah blah. No answer. I can't say I blame the guy. But he called me this evening and again, I apologized all over myself. He laughed and said the sex made up for everything. Double HA! (I still haven't even kissed him yet.)

Lesson learned though, it's a good thing he was a gentleman because I could have put myself into a scary situation. Must be more careful. And give up acting like a spring breaker.