Hell if I know

Mr. Scientist / Fader-Awayer / Hot Sex is still around but we are very conspicuously not dating.  Or maybe we are.  All I get is a hug when he leaves now, and it's damn confusing.  What does a hug mean?  I'm glad we are friends (maybe) and that he still want to spend time (but no physical affection) together, but why bother?  I'm an easy friend, and he keeps making dates rather than friend-dates.  Such is life and instant karma - it's the friend-dates I put Too-Nice through that are coming back to haunt me. 

I get it, Universe. 

Next time full disclosure to men I'm not interested in, honesty, kindness, blah blah blah.  But why did I have to learn this lesson with a man who smells soooooo good?  I just want to roll around in him and possibly steal all of his clothes.   Oh lord, and to 'friend' me just when he gets a badass motorcycle that makes me all gooey on the inside.  Sexy bastard and the cruel comeuppance I deserve, I suppose. 

Geek Date Report

Had a great first date with a scientist who was whip smart, cute, well-dressed and had very nice teeth.  I imagine he flosses regularly and is very aware of the massive amounts of bacteria in any given mouth.  He seemed to dig that I am a smart chick and we had one of the more colorful and non-first datey conversations.  We covered the Pre-Socratics, gender roles, cultural relativism, bacterial fingerprints (note: a footprint is not the same as a fingerprint as there are important nucleotides... er, something), genital mutilation, beer, and music preferences (Rise Against - Me, Billy Joel - Him).  His musical preferences not withstanding, I like this one.

Dear non-existant readers, I was on my best behavior and didn't make a drunken slag of myself.  I made a slightly tipsy friendly slag of myself and am very pleased with this improvement.  Yay for keeping it in my pants! 

He's sent me two random texts since them - here's hoping he calls for a second date!