Okay I know what you’re all thinking. You’re thinking, “she missed a day” she fucked up! She’s going to start sliding and then miss two days, three days, then she’ll stop writing all together. You may be right. But here I am to attempt to defend myself. It’s been a busy week. Yeah, that’s all I got. Sorry.



So anyway back to the juicy stuff. I had a lovely little date this week with Google Guy. I don’t think I’ve told you about him other than he’s the guy who took me to the bar that smelled like pee. So this was our third date. Again, let me clarify it was A third date, not THE third date. We are so not there yet. Anyway Google guy and I were supposed to meet up at a Tribecca bar that he chose after I was supposed to see a concert. Turns out I had the date of the concert wrong so I ended up going home and I decided to cook. I called Google guy, left him a message and explained that I would be home having dinner and he should just call me…one thing led to another and I end up inviting him over for dinner. All of a sudden I’m COOKING for our date. I didn’t plan this. Where’s the brilliantly perfected menu? Where’s the clean and perfectly in order house? Where’s the absense of the roommates? So basically this was an ad hock dinner at my place. It felt weird, off. I made pasta and chicken. At least it wasn’t mac and cheese. He seemed to like it or was at least too polite to tell me it sucked.



Google guy is very sweet although I have no idea if I actually like him. He’s kind of a sloppy kisser and, believe me, that’s a huge factor in my decision as to whether I keep dating him. So anyway he asks me to play him some of my favorite tunes on my iPod. I play him Martin Sexton’s black sheep and in true Indie Rock fashion he says it’s over produced. This boy would rather see a guy bang on a garbage can then hear the number one single du jour. He’s so tragically indie rock. I sometimes feel totally uncool around him. Like I don’t know enough about Ted Leo (or that Ted Leo is too mainstream) or something. So we watch the daily show, listen to more music, make out, chat. It’s fun. Not earth shattering or anything just kinda fun. But I avoid the kisses, they’re just too sloppy…so I pose a question. Boys, how do I fix this? I can’t just not see him anymore because he’s a bad kisser right? My roommates and I have a theory that there really aren’t bad kissers, just incompatible ones. What do you think? I need some help here. Is there anyway to guide this guy through the makeout process and even make it kinda hot? Does that work? Do guys want to be told what to do? HELP!