on the 10th date of christmas...

So obviously I've been breaking a lot of my own rules on my whole dating blog. The most obvious being that it's now the end of February and I just completed my 10th date of "Christmas..." But you know what, rules are made to be broken, and this is my story so I can write it how I wish. :)

Another rule I'm breaking is recycling one of my dates. Mr. March was so fun and we've been hanging out so much lately, writing amazing music together, that we've kissed a few more times and have really enjoyed each other's company. Which was kind of a surprise to me. It keeps getting better and better. My last blog I kind of filled you in on everything, so please go back to that if you missed the re-cap of our progression. I finally asked Mr. March if he would also like to be my Mr. October and go out with me again.

You wouldn't believe how excited I was for this date. If our first date was so much fun, I can't imagine how fun it's going to be now that we actually have some feelings for each other and we've gotten to know each other and have had some amazing moments together. He's actually really a sweet guy, and I'm wondering how he will treat me now that he's actually kind of courting me and not on a "blind" date.

It was so sweet... for Valentine's day he got me some tropical flowers because he knows I love tropical places. How cute! And he also got me a 6 pack of bananas because I love bananas! And it goes with the theme too! :) I may have written a rap for him for V-day and let him help me with it. I performed it for him while he beat boxed. It was really funny, because this all went down at his parent's house in front of his parents. Good times.

For Christmas my sister had gotten me 2 consecutive hours of jump time at G6 Airpark in Vancouver, Wa. It's basically an indoor facility that has a ton of trampolines all together and you can jump from one to another, and the walls are also trampolines. It has a basketball hoop too so you can jump up and slam dunk. It also has a foam pit where you jump from the trampoline and can practice flips and what not into the foam. Pretty cool. This was my date choice. :)

The week before, I called the facility to see if they would let me split the 2 hours of jump time into two- 1 hr sessions for 2 different people. They said no. Dang it! I'm pretty broke right now, so I'm trying to do things on the cheap right now, and a date is not really in my budget. Mr. March knows this and said he didn't mind paying his way for the jumping. Sweet!

So I told him I would pick him up from his place, since I was for sure not going to be drinking that night, and since the place was my idea. I wanted him to feel comfortable. Well I showed up at his place, and what do you know? He answers the door wearing a pink skulls onesie pajamas. A grown man in pink foot-y pajamas is quite the site. It was hilarious. I instantly am dissapointed that I am not in my red onesie with him! He was being funny because last week I had rode my bicycle to his house in my onesie for a writing session. ha ha. After seeing my reaction and getting a laugh, he changed into his actual work out gear for our jump session. G6 Airpark here we come!

When we get there I let the lady at the counter know that I had a Groupon to use. And she goes, "Oh, you only have 1?" And I said, "Yeah, I called last week and I was told that I could split the 2 hour session into two-1 hour sessions." (total fib of course) And she goes, "Oh, OK." As she reluctantly slapped a one hour bracelt on both mine and Mr. March's wrists! And that's how it's done folks! Bam! :) I wanted so bad to high five Mr March right then, or at least give him a chest bump or something, but had to keep my cool for the moment to not make it so obvious. 1 point for me!

We get into the trampolines and we are just 2 little kids. So much fun! It looks as though we are on average the oldest people there, minus the one dad of the group. The rest of the kids were between the ages of 7-15 mostly. We didn't care. We stood in line with the 10 year olds and took turns dunking the ball in the hoop by running up the trampoline wall and jumping. There was one kid in particular that we both really liked. I can't remember his name off the top, but it started with a D, so we'll just call him D.

D was a ton of fun! We felt bad for him though because he seemed to be a good kid, and the other kids were skipping his turn with the ball, but since we were adults, if Mr. March or I wanted the ball, they would give it to us, and then Mr. March would just pass it off to D. We had his back.

Well one of the first things D asked us was, "Are you guys married?"

We both replied with no.

"Well you should be. You guys seem like you are and you would make a really good married couple. Is that your girlfriend?"

"No." As we are both laughing. But find it kind of funny and random that kid would say that. It's kind of cute, I'm not gonna lie.

So we start jumping some more, and I'm off in the corner doing my own thing, running up and down the walls of the trampolines and practicing my cheer leader jumps and toe touches, and Mr March tells me that D came up to him and said, "You should probably just ask her to marry you already. She's obviously going to say yes, and then she's gonna cry." Really? This kid is hilarious. Sounds like he's been watching a little too much of my favorite show, ABC's The Bachelor! Ha!

As I look over at D, he's nodding his head in approval. And then he starts chanting... "Kiss her! Kiss her! Kiss her!" lol... so to both Mr. March's and D's surprise I go straight for the tongue and just stick it in Mr. March's mouth being funny. ha ha. D about gagged and said, "Ewww... you just stuck your tongue down his throat!" It was a priceless reaction. Good times!

We finish up jumping at the park and we stop in at Cruiser's for a burger and fries. Yummy! Well, I'm thinking that he is going to offer to pay because it is a "real" date this time, and to be honest I'm a little old fashioned when it comes to that. Maybe that's why I am often attracted to older men. They generally know how to treat a lady and make her feel like a woman. I feel like, especially during a courting phase, that a date will be a man's treat if he's really into her. He payed for the meal, and I offered to help, and with no hesitation he said sure! Hmm... not a total deal breaker, but definitely negative 1 point for him. I just told him I'd get his cover at Dukes and his first drink since all I had was a $20.

We went back to his place to change and clean up so we could get ready for Dukes. Dukes is a country bar that has some pool tables and a dance floor. I'm not a regular by any means, but I usually do really enjoy it when I go there! I've got my skin tight white jeans on with a cute tank top and light sweater on... and my sandals. I want my feet to be comfortable! No heels for me! I know that I said when you wear sexy panties you are excited for the date, but with my white jeans, there's no room for them at all, so I must have been really pumped for this one! ;) I'm feeling rather saucy this evening and feeling like I look pretty good. Let's do this!

We get there and we are dancing and having a pretty good time. I get Mr. March's Cover and his first drink, and then my $20 is gone, so I tell him he is on his own after that. The beginning of the night is pretty fun. We are having a good time, but something is a little off. I don't really feel like he's being himself. He's kind of got a cocki-ness to him this evening. Putting up a front and I'm not sure what it's about. Maybe it's the blog? But that's really annoying if it is, because he didn't care the first time around, and we've already hung out so many times. I really don't even care about the blog at this point, I just wanted an excuse to be on another date with him, but more of a real date, ya know?

It progressively got worse and worse and the night continued. He continuously drank more and more, as I stayed sober. That's usually never a good thing when one person is getting sloshed on a date, when the other isn't. Couldn't he at least stay sober with me for tonight? I guess he needed alcohol to have a good time with me, or at least that's how I was feeling. Negative 1 point.

He was actually pretty adorable trying to two-step with me. I was really proud of him, and he was picking it up really quickly. We made friends with lots of people and he started to get a little more flirty with other girls. Every time he would leave my side, I felt a number of men trying to flirt with me asking if they could buy me a drink or take me out to the dance floor and I was trying to so hard to let everybody know that I was there with Mr. March. I wanted him to know that he was who I wanted to be with, but I wasn't feeling the love being reciprocated unfortunately. Some of the drunk men at the bar were paying me more attention than he was.

And then we were taking a break outside by the fire and this really hot, drunk girl came up to us and started chatting with us. Said that we looked really friendly. They are both really lubricated at this point, and I'm dry sober, so I was only partially amused. She was funny, and her friends seemed nice. Well next thing you know, her and her girlfriend and boyfriend are out on the dance floor with us, and Mr. March is practically drooling over her. I tried to play it cool, but I was feeling a little but-hurt I'm not gonna lie. Then I saw these creepers in the corner just staring at her, so I tried to make light of the situation and point them out to Mr. March so he could laugh with me, but instead, he was like, "yeah, she's cute. Of course they're looking." And then as he undressed her with his eyes as she dropped her ass to the floor and her ass crack was hanging out that he couldn't stop staring at, he decided that he needed to make it clear that..."No, she's not cute... she's F-ing hot!!!" As he continued to undress her with his eyes. At this point, I was feeling rather worthless on the date. Who was I kidding? This guy took me to a strip club on our first date. I should have known better. I had thought I'd seen something better in him though, but here he was getting tanked and making me feel like a piece of shit. I guess I wouldn't have cared so much if it was our first date, or if I didn't know him. But I did. And I was really looking forward to it. But I was really dissapointed.

I wasn't going to cause a scene or anything, but in my mind, this was not worth it to me. I'm a busy enough person as it is, and I don't need a boyfriend by any means. In fact, having a boyfriend is a lot of time and a lot of effort that I just don't have to give the next guy that wants to go on a date with me. He's better be pretty darn special and had better make me feel like a million bucks when I'm with him if I'm going to be dating. But it just wasn't the case...

Well, he could sense something was up and asked, so I told him what he did. That it really probably wasn't a smart move to be drooling over another girl on the date, let alone telling your date how hot you thought she was, because 10-1 if she was hot, then I was already aware of it and didn't need him to point it out to me. It honestly hurts my feelings now even re-living it. Dang. I must really like this guy to be getting butt-hurt about it. I think it was just more the way it made me feel... I just don't want to put in any type of effort to somebody that's going to make me feel that crappy on a date, let alone our 2nd date! Oh well, can't win em all.

So when she ended up leaving, he apologized again and said, "I just want to apologize for saying that. It was stupid of me and I don't know what I was thinking. So even though, I shouldn't apoloagize, I'm going to." Really buuud? You shouldn't apologize?!?!? Then don't F-ing apologize if you don't think you should, because that makes you look like even more of an ass, not gonna lie. I was not happy. I wanted to be at home, or at least anywhere but dancing in his arms.

He tried to kiss me several times, but I wasn't really into it. I could only think about how I didn't want to be there with him. I really tried to keep dancing and have a good time, but over all I was just really dissapointed on how things went. I was a trooper though and we made it to closing and I drove him home. I walked him to his door and he went in for the kiss and I turned the cheek. Good night Mr. March. I was sad. I was certain that he was going to be a good date, and he just wasn't... I deserved better.