Pre-second Date - but not really

Tonight was my second date with Bostonman. I was genuinely excited about this. We were going to go bowling and I'm hoping I can show my goofy side tonight, instead of having to be all cute and pretty like on our first date. I'm so not like that once you really get to know me.

(Note: I wrote the top half of this post before he texted me to cancel - so all the present tense verbs were forcibly changed to past tense. He has some "welcome aboard" dinner with his new bosses tonight. No sorry. He just wants a raincheck. I'm gritting my teeth.)

So! Much to talk about!!!

There's a newbie Writerman I've been exchanging emails with on Match for a few days now. This might sound a little preemptive but his first email gave me a really good feeling that I'd like him. And I do, based on the little I know about him. He's a boarding school teacher in Westchester and loves to write. He's tall and went to Boston University. And he's my age (23) which is a rarity.

Blame the following on my keen investigative journalism skills. I put two and two together and realized he used his full name for his Match username (I tried the same, but they didn't have enough characters to fit my entire, 12-letter long last name). So, I tried to Facebook stalk the kid to the best of my ability. I found him alright, and saw that we had one friend in common. My, how strange! What a small world!

Well that "mutual friend" turns out to be my ex-douche bag boyfriend's best friend.

I hope you're grimacing or shaking your head. Or, if you're my girlfriends, screaming a silent "WHATTTT!!!!!" at your computer monitor with your hands in the air.

Writerman must've met my ex-douche bag boyfriend's best friend in college up in Boston. I'm hoping they're just very extremely positively casual acquaintances, because if there real friends, then that might pose a problem.

But again, I'm getting ahead of myself.

I find myself telling this guy - practically a stranger - things relating my dad - my tattoos, my writing, my childhood. I've never really gone into any of these in a freaking Match email to anyone before and it's strange that I'm doing so with him.

So we'll see... as usual. That's my day-to-day mantra lately. I feel like I could really have genuine things in common with Writerman. I realize that I need to be surrounding myself with people that are in my profession or feel passionate about what they do. Already, I've felt inspired (after digging up his Livejournal and reading all of his GLORIOUS writing down to the last word).

Now that Bostonman has canceled on our plans we've had now for over a week, I'm going to go see if Texasman is free tonight. He's back from work for a bit and was texting me about politics (laerjlkwjglkjadfbvmn) all last night. My solution? I Googled the shit out of "Israel," "Karl Rove," "Obama speech."