bonerville

So here is the enthralling story of yesterday.

I had tech rehearsal for Capitol Movement at NOVA Annandale Campus - we are performing in the DC Jazz & Tap Festival this coming weekend (check us out!). I then proceeded to my next rehearsal with Tony Powell in midtown DC. It was a partnering rehearsal and because he rarely gives us clear direction or counts, I ended up getting kneed to the forehead - straight shot right to the melon. Needless to say, I was a little loopy after that. Maybe that's why the rest of my night was so confusing... But all this is besides the point.

Now in my newly single life, I am all about being completely single. No more pretending to be in a relationship when I'm not, no more grey area with the ex, no more texting all day long which is really drawn out flirting which is really unnecessary - to the state of my absolute freedom of course. No more checking in or always thinking about someone else's feelings. I'm all about sharing joy and good moments with the one you love, ("Happiness only real when shared." -Chris McCandless) but right now I'm basking in utter solitude and undertaking the prerequisite solo quest of finding satisfaction and confidence in myself.

Moving on... I've been on a few dates since the breakup to test the waters, see what's out there. Some have been right on point but then it starts moving too fast so I cut it off just as quick. Others have been awful and dry and almost like work. What am I doing to myself? Last night I went on a date with a guy I will call Red.

After rehearsal I was absolutely starving (I had only eaten an egg and piece of toast all day!) and after getting knocked out in rehearsal I probably could have eaten a horse. Except not a horse because I love horses. An ATM had eaten his debit card so he had to call in a favor from a friend for us to go out to eat since of course, Red's southern hospitality taught him to ALWAYS be the one to pay. Which was 100% fine by me - sh*t happens and we dined at Sequoia on the Georgetown Waterfront essentially for free and I'm all about the hookup. The conversation was great and never forced, he laughed at my subtle jokes, and took it like a man with my brutal call-outs. I tend to do that even with people I have just met - oops. The bartender (his friend) was mixing us Long Beach Iced Tea shots every ten minutes so after about 184 of those, a glass of Riesling, and a gin & tonic, I was good to go.

We wandered out into DC and decided to walk to the Lincoln Memorial. Now this is one of my favorite things to do - roam around the streets of DC while slightly/extremely tipsy to the monuments and tourist sites and take them in like the cute Asian tourist I am. Peace sign! Ten Brownie points for the new guy.

We read aloud the Second Inaugural Address and Gettysburg Address. On the walk home, it started to rain - I mean heavily downpour tennis ball-sized raindrops. Oopsies again! He walked me back to my car and kissed me like he meant it in the rain. Definitely one of my favorite fantasies... so circa Nicholas Sparks The Notebook... which happens to be one of his favorite authors? Hmm...

He did the sweet follow-up text on my drive home and I felt pretty lighthearted about the situation. When I got home, I did a little Facebook review - duh, who wouldn't? I found out he had been in a relationship and seemed to have been hanging out with this girl as of last week. What could this mean? So naturally, I asked him. I have a pretty loose moral code (well not really that loose - more like loose-ish), but dating guys with girlfriends is a huge no-no for me.

His response:

"This is going to be really embarassing."
"Why? I just want to know if you have a girlfriend or not, I don't care about the details really," (I'm so anti-drama, can't you tell?).
"Okay.. I'll tell you anyway. So that girl I met online. We had an online relationship."
"I don't quite understand. You never met once?"
"No. I mean, we were dating, but I guess in order to be dating you actually have to see each other. Now she's my ex."
"That's really, really weird."
"Well, nobody's perfect."

Yup, so true. Nobody is perfect - people are just perfect for each other. After a great date and kiss-me-in-the rain fantasy fulfilled, this one was just another tool. An online relationship? Via Facebook, nonetheless. Sorry, I thought those were reserved only for 65-year-old perverts and 15-year-old Halo geeks. "A/S/L?" "25/male/Bonerville!" Word. Sorry, Red.

I'm kind of glad I hit my head. Now I can pretend like it was all a dream/nightmare.