Spills and Chills

Sorry for the lack of posts, peeps.  Its been a crazy couple of weeks.  So let's get to it, then.

 

When I started getting text messages from RB telling me that I was his 'girlfriend' and that as such I was expected to cook food for 8 people for the Super Bowl party he was throwing, I was a little put off.  First of all, we'd only gone out a handful of times and furthermore, we'd only actually been out - where he spent actual money - like, once.  And even then, I think he got the money for that from his mom.  Naturally, I thought 'whatevah, dude' and since I had already made plans with my own family for the Super Bowl - something I am not normally into, but for the sake of the guys I am dating, have been trying to get into football. Not because I am that kind of girlfriend, but because I think that if I actually knew what was happening on the field, I might actually like football.  So I told RB that I wasnt going to be able to play hostess to him and his friends and he freaked out.  That is just one example of a time when I was 'blowing him off' for another engagement when there were no plans made with him in the first place.  He would blow up at me, tell me I was being 'rude and immature' and the next day he would call me as if nothing at all whatsoever had transpired and want me to come hang out.  I am all for giving people a chance to redeem themselves if they have acted like a jerk, but seriously?  I think he is bipolar or something.  I mean, really, kid.  Take a pill.  So, in short, I just couldnt handle the drama.  If we'd only been hanging out two weeks and he was already resembling Glen Close in Fatal Attraction - minus the breasts and blond hair - I wasn't looking forward to any kind of relationship with this guy.

 

On the flip side though, things are getting interesting between CC and I.  He is super sweet and really just a nice guy.  PLus, he's cute and he has a life.  I dont feel bad when I want to do things with my friends, because he either comes with me, or he doesn things with his friends.  We've been spending pretty much every Friday night together and seeing each other at least once or twice during the week.  I even met his family this past Saturday.  Its weird, because he really is the most normal person I have ever dated.  Its kind of like I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop.  I am just waiting to find that big bag of hair in his closet or to find out that he has some weird fetish or something.  So far, so good.  And the romance and sex departments are fantastic too.  Once this weekend things got a little out of control in the bedroom and I fell backwards, feet over head off the bed and landed naked on the floor.  And again in the shower, the curtain came down and water went everywhere.  We laugh.  Its really cool.  Plus, he is a killer cook.  Mostly fattening stuff, but he makes a mean omelette.