Jump starting my love life.

Apparently, the cure to a non-existent love life is to blog about said non-existent love life. Who knew?

After reading this awesome post, I decided that it was finally time for me to grow some proverbial balls and talk (write?) about it. About him.

And then?

It happened.

I went on an amazing date with an amazing guy. Who I may or may not be infatuated with.

Let me break it down for you guys, ok?

Last Friday, my stepsister came to visit and told us all about these guys she had been meeting off of some free dating website. As soon as she said free I was sold because, really, match.com and its expensive fees is not really a love match for my wallet.

I decided to create a profile and check out what it was about, although I hadn't realized that people could instant message you through it. Literally two minutes after my profile was up, three guys were IMing me. The first guy started the conversation with something like "Hey QT wuz good" so I closed that window. The second and third weren't so bad so I decided to give them a chance. As soon as I started chatting with the second guy (we will call him Israel because that's where he's from. Creativity is NOT my forte.) I liked him. He was funny, confident and polite with just the right hint of flirty. He told me he was from Israel, 24 years old and wanted to have a drink with me. I told him no because I don't drink with random strangers I'm underage and he said not to worry, I wouldn't get carded while I was with him. We kept talking for a while about lots of stuff. I told him I was from Homecountry and he said he's actually been there. He told me all about his travels through most of South America, India and Europe and his desire to keep traveling. All through the conversation, he kept saying that he liked the (only) picture on my profile and that I seemed very sweet. At some point, he asked for my number to call me. I told him no because I'm shy and he didn't insist. He showed me some more pictures of him, but in all of them he was wearing sunglasses/had longer, wilder hair and I couldn't decide if he was cute or not. After a while, he had to go take a shower so he asked for my number again but this time I told him I'd give it to him if he promised he would only text me, not call me. He agreed and, sure enough, after his shower, he texted. (Damn I love commas)

We went back and forth for a little bit about what I was doing (already tucked in bed with my copy of Twilight. The fact that I'm in love with that book will be discussed in another post) and why I couldn't go to sleep yet because he wanted to talk to me. So I let him call me. And we talked for 3 hours straight. It was great, as if I had known him for a long time. We talked all about our families, our respective countries, our languages (we agreed that I'd teach him Spanish and he'd teach me Hebrew), travel, how sweet I am, how funny he is, our mutual love for the beach, his job, my job. He taught me how to say "Hello, my name is Douchegirl" in Hebrew and when I (finally) got it right, he said "Will you marry me?". It was sweet. When he realized we had lots in common he said "Where have you been all this time?" *swoon* Literally, we talked about everything. For three whole hours. And we only ended the conversation because it was already 3am and he had to wake up early the next day to go to work. We made plans to see each other the next day and he asked if I was glad he had called me. Honestly? I was.

Ok, so this has been long enough.

I'll tell you all about the date tomorrow. It may or may not include LOTS of this, this and this. And a run-in with a crackhead. Seriously.