It went well. The guy is really, really nice. Not bad looking. Smart. Funny. We have great conversations. And then he said:

Him: So, will you do me the honor of allowing me to pay for dinner tonight? (We got separate checks last time, my idea.)

Me: ::blink::

Him: Maybe?

Me: Uh…::blink::

::crickets chirping::

I paid for my own dinner again.

There was a little bit more awkwardness during the meal when he was covering my hand with his across the table. Cute, right? Romantic? And all I could think was “Dude, you’re touching me, why are you touching me???”

Clearly I have some issues to get over before I consider dating anyone again.

OMG. I had the best lunch on Saturday. It was a toasted chicken salad sandwich with provelone on white bread. It had never occured to me before Saturday that I should eat chicken salad warm. I’ve always eaten (and liked it) cold, right out of the fridge. I’ve been craving another sandwich from there ever since.

Today I had to drive right by it to get to a consultation. Since I was early, and since I had not eaten lunch yet, I stopped in and had an italian on white with oil and italitan seasoning. It was SO. GOOD.

Where did I go? Potbelly Sandwich Works. I had seen this place a bunch of times and passed right by it because, seriously, how good could the food be at a place called Potbelly? How good indeed.

This is definately better than any greasy fast food place. It’s a little more upscale than Subway. They make the food right there in front of you, but the beauty part is…every sandwich costs the same. No matter what’s on it. The portions aren’t huge and you can definately eat there without having to worry about working those calories off later.

I heart this place. I’ll have to drive by with blinders on tomorrow.

A few weeks ago I joined Match.com. Pretty soon after I joined I started emailing with a guy. Emails graduated to phone calls. Phone calls graduated to an honest to goodness date.

A date. I went on a date.

Holy. Crap.

My date is older than me by six years. He’s not blue collar, which seems a little strange to me. He’s educated, he’s successful, he’s NICE. He’s actually kind of shy, which is kind of cute since he’s 6′8. (No, I’m not kidding, the dewd is TALL.) He’s very polite, he’s funny, and we can talk about things in an intellectual kind of way that I’ve been missing for the past five or so years. He is the complete opposite of what I’m used to.

We’re going out again this week. Wish me luck!

It’s 1:51 a.m. and I’m wide awake. Those danged fuzzies just about gave me a heart attack!

I was just laying in bed reading when Chuck and Jezzy noticed something not quite right. They both were staring a hole through a laundry basket and whining. I told them to knock it off and just as I finished the sentence I saw a flash of fur go whizzing by.

Oh, shit! We’ve got rats! was my first thought. It wouldn’t suprise me since we’ve had every other unpleasant experience with this whole house renting thing. I jumped out of bed and went looking for the fuzzball. I wasn’t quite sure what I was planning to do if I found myself nose-to-nose with a rat, I just knew I couldn’t let the dogs get a hold of it!

And then I saw her. Roscoe! I had no idea how she got out of her cage! I picked her up, told her not to scare me like that again, and put her away. In her empty cage.

Crap! The other three ferrets were gone too!

To keep myself from panicking I took the dogs out to pee while I came up with a game plan. I couldn’t let the ferrets roam the house all night. The roommate WOULD NOT be happy about that! I started to look around, starting with the playpen. And I saw a tail. Thankfully all three ferrets were in there sleeping.

I’m going to have to have a chat with the girls tomorrow about letting the ferrets out to play and forgetting to put them away for the night. We’re really, really lucky that Roscoe was the only one who managed to escape. And we’re really, really lucky that my ferocious Pit Bull and Rottweiler are afraid of ferrets.

I just decided the other day that I was going to start over with my journaling. First, though, I had to decide which domains to keep and which to dump. Kristielicious is gone. Poof. Done. I also got rid of one that didn’t really belong to me but was on my hosting account. Since that site didn’t benefit me in any way I just decided to delete it. I’m keeping this one and my business site. The last step was to go through the archives on this site and get rid of a bunch of outdated “available animal” posts. I’ve kept some of the older posts that I wrote and some of the stuff that other people have written beause I still like those.

The girls have joined the swim team. Neither of them have ever done anything like this before but so far they seem to like it. The coaches are wonderful and they’re getting tons of exercise.

Speaking of exercise…I’ve kept up with Curves and I had my first weigh and measure. In one month I’ve lost 4.5 lbs AND 4.5 inches AND .70% body fat. Go me! I know everyone who exercises regularly always says that it will give you more energy, raise your metabolism, and curb your appetite but I always thought they were full of it. Now I have to admit that every bit of that is true. You should see what I eat in a day now (or rather, what I don’t eat in a day). One thing’s for sure, I’m saving money on my grocery bills!

I joined the Great Dane Rescue but they only do shows once a month. I’m kind of bummed because I’m going to miss a couple shows because the girls have swim meets every Saturday and that’s when the shows usually are. I’m still waiting to do my first home check but there haven’t been any alerts that a check is needed.

Oh, and I really did cancel my eHarmony account. They keep sending me potential matches, which I can’t see unless I resubscribe, but it’s amazing that the profiles of these people are a lot closer to what I’m looking for than what they were sending me when I was paying them. That really sucks. I have joined Match.com and so far that one is working out better than eHarmony. I still reject a lot of people before I really even read their profile though. If a man says that his ideal match won’t have kids I skip over him. If he says he wants kids in the future I skip him too. Basically I’m kind of perusing the devoted single dads who are about 5 years older than me. I’ve had dinner with one who said he’d like to spend more time with me and see what happens but I’m not stressing about it. If it happens, it happens. I’m not in a hurry.

Hopefully I’ll get back in the habit of updating. I remember when I used to be religious about it but that was also during a time in my life when nothing was really going well and I rarely had anything positive to say. Journaling is really much easier when all you want to do is complain all the time.