Birthday Dinner for the Roommate

So last night we went out for my roommate's birthday. She said she didn't care if I invited The Founder or not, but then she was telling me about who was coming and many of them were couples, and I didn't want her to become the only one without a date, so I told The Founder the deal and he didn't mind not coming--he doesn't like sushi anyway, and that's where we were going. By the end of the night though I was wanting him around and texted him all cute, "am I going to get to see you before I leave?" (I'm going to LA tonight for my movie premiere on Saturday) and so he suggested we meet up for lunch today.

I agreed, but I'm leaving early to catch my flight, so I explained that it had to be a short lunch. The restaurant we met at was super crowded, so we drove to another, faster one and snagged sandwiches, but by then it was too late and we had to get them to go. But he still paid! It was super cute, but I feel really bad about it. I mean, buying food that you eat together is one thing; buying food I eat alone at my desk is quite another. He's so ridiculously good to me.

I was talking to my girl friend in Houston--who knows my dating habits--and she was listening to me talk about how I have a boyfriend-ish but how I was struggling with the whole Mr. Everything thing and she said, "well, you'll know soon enough whether you want to be with him long term." I was puzzled, but then I realized that she's pretty much right. I'll know soon enough, so there's no reason to be rash and think Mr. Everything is worth giving this all up--because he's probably not.

And doesn't the fact that I wanted to kiss him all the way through "lunch," ahem, us standing in the parking lot, mean something?

Dog-blocked and then my bad

Went to watch a movie over at R.'s last night and brought my beloved canine companion, Yukon. Yukon doesn't like men, but has taken a liking to R., so that's a good sign.

Yukon has a history of dog-blocking, the pet version of the cock-blocking phenomena when a man tried to "block" his friend from hooking up with a hot girl. When my platonic friend hopped into bed with me one night, he hadn't even gotten under the covers before she dove in between us and settled happily down to sleep. Is she being employed by my parents?! So last night she sat between us on the couch until we pushed her off so that I could rest my head on R.'s shoulder. This is a big step for us, you will remember, as we haven't even kissed yet.

So about an hour into the movie, my phone rings and I sit up to answer. Yukon immediately dives between me and R., and then, ridiculously enough, puts her head on R.'s shoulder!

Awesome. My dog blocked me and then tried to steal my man, and she doesn't even like men!

I also have to confess: I think the kiss finally could have happened, but it was my fault it didn't. My bad. I asked R. to come with me to a work party, and after some deliberation he agreed. We're standing in the parking lot after an extended hug where we stood without our arms around each other, and I start rocking side to side in a nervous--but kinda cute--way... and he can't kiss me, obviously, because my face is moving from side to side!

What a weenie. It's just that there's so much build up to this now, and I'm not worried about the kiss being bad or good, it's more about ambiance, which is admittedly quite silly. But I've never had one of those storybook kisses that wasn't in a parking lot or in a bed or in a bar or on a couch, so I want one! And poor guy, R. is having to suffer this tremendous wait for one little kiss, when my nickname used to be The Kissing Bandit!