Dinner Date, Help I Need Martha

I resorted to calling my only parental unit last night after I had a major brain moment. I asked AB over for dinner. I think it was the wine I was trying to finish off and flirt texting that made me forget that: the house was messy, the fridge was/is in some state of chaos and I would not be home until later than normal... but I asked and he accepted. There I was at 7pm banging my head on Eclipse trying to figure out which was worse - that I wanted to buy Breaking Dawn, or that I was now forced to to covertly or non-covertly call my parental unit for a food idea that I couldn't fail at, he suggested pork and given that I had just choked down a very over done other white meat piece, I decided to pick the meal that L and AR have both eaten, a regular on the vegan repertoire... We're having Indian food tonight, even though that was our first date* meal too, I couldn't think of anything else I could not. Even worse I made the appropriate dessert to go along with it - and this morning even in the haze of my 5am pre glasses blindness, I could see it had failed. NLLL!!! I have to make them again, find some sense of calm and clean the house, that is if I can beat AB to the house - apparently we're racing again...

PS If all comes together it will be an entire vegan meal... I may not be able to corrupt AB, though I might be able to win him with my charms... that's corruption in a round about way isn't it?

PS. CC could you hint at AB I would like one of these for Christmas...

It Was Better...

I decided against my better judgement to give BV a mercy date, a second shot since according to Ms. J I come undone at the discussion of BV.

So, BV called up this week and yadda yadda keep up with the posts now, so we arranged to have dinner last night at a restaurant I've been to a few times and knew it was a quality place to eat - casual, yet nice. Now I have to admit that for some bizarre unknown to me reason, and to be honest wholly frustrating too but BV makes me lose my brain, act like an idiot, need help getting dressed and in general cause my digestive tract to do something horrible to me and yet I can't say I know why because well he's not crazy smart really, not politically or literally savy, he's not particularly driven, not a planner - and yet for some reason unknown to me I have come unhinged, well to a certain extent - my brain isn't really having any part in this - which I don't know what to do, really shit, anyways this whole date business.

So after a full dinner - ahi tuna and desert (chocolate gelato) we decided to do for a walk down the street where I got hit on, bwahaha, k so I know I'm not suppose to laugh, but hell, it was such the random hit on EVER and I could tell that BV died a little - and ya well that made it all the more funny... still laughing actually about it. We did the loop through the neighborhood, admired the Craftsman style houses, walked past my wedding venue (NO I did not tell him that), and then looped back, because I found out BV had driven. Here I was thinking he had bussed... anyways so the boy drove, and I live within walkingish distance -a walk for me - and I got offered no ride home. Now I have a complex about asking for rides, I've learned I guess being a non-driver to just expect to fend for myself unless it is offered. Well BV did not offer - hmm, so instead we talked until the bus stopped at the light and then we full stopped convo and averted eye contact, me because I was like ah hell no, this is not where anything like that is going to go down, not at like one of the busiest intersections in the city. So hell at least I got a decent hug. And that's where it ended - equal in all respects... 3rd date?

It just seems appropriate - better go and get your armour...