A Couple of Updates

Some of you may be wondering about my little duck couple. Well, they did indeed hang out at CruiserMel's house for a few days. Though I am totally grossed out by the mess they left in the yard (and so is CruiserDog), I found myself searching for my little fat feathered friends Saturday afternoon, when I couldn't find hide nor hair, nor feather, of them. And I never found them. It made me a little sad, honestly. I loved watching how they interacted. And how he would always have her back. Just so presh.

Okay, enough about ducks.

It's time for braggin' on the new guy, J. Um yeah, I'm still blushing over here. I find that funny for me to be like that. I guess it's just so refreshing to not have to listen to a bunch of life-draining hum-drum like "My day at work sucked, I hate it there" or "So let's talk about how crappy George Bush is doing." I hate that.

J is a very positive-thinking person. He leaves all negativity outside when he's talking to me. I mean, we've only dated a week or so, but other guys I've dated early-on seem to want to just have someone to vent to, and since I don't see a PhD behind my name, I don't really want to be that person so early. Am I wrong?

He actually talks about stuff he knows interests me. Like music, which tickles CruiserMel completely pink. (Oh come on, you didn't guess that I happen to live and die by music?) We have fun trying to convince eachother to the other "side" of popular music. He is more old-school hard rock and though my tastes range from 80's new wave and pop all the way up through current Grey's Anatomy-ish music, I left my hard rock days behind me in high school, where they belong in my opinion.

But I must say it makes for lively debate. And he's trying, really trying to be open-minded about some of my stuff. Like John Mayer. Completely on his own, he went online and got some of J-May's songs because he trusted my opinion (and telling him Johnnie is wicked on the guitar didn't hurt). Unfortunately, after giving 5 songs a listen, he wasn't convinced. But he gave it FIVE songs before he gave up! Oh well, you can't win 'em all. But he is diggin' The New Cars, with my beloved Todd manning the helm, and as you know, that is the way to my heart.

And you know what he did? He went to the Heaven & Hell concert Thursday night. I had no idea who that was, but apparently it's Ronnie James Dio (he's alive?) with the original members of Black Sabbath. He went alone, though he said he'd get me a ticket. No thanks. I would've been painfully miserable and would probably be found in the parking lot cutting myself with a broken beer bottle to avoid sitting through that. But here's the kicker: the guy was thinking of little ole me and bought me a tshirt. Have you priced tshirts at concerts lately? It's a really cool shirt too, and not the biker girl baby-doll tank top, because we all know that would've just ended up on CruiserDog after I sweetly said thank you while rolling my eyes into the back of my head in my mind. He's figured out my style in 3 dates? AND - he made me six, that's six mix cds of music he thinks I'd like. Not just what he likes, but what he thinks I'd like. "I wrote down the song names because I can tell you're a track girl." On the nosey! Some of it is actually very good and some not-so-much, but geez, what effort. Seriously adorable.

You're out there thinking "Cruiser, who the F have you been dating all your life that this all comes as a breath of fresh air?" And I would have to say to you, "Apparently guys that don't get me."

I offered up cooking dinner for him in exchange for hooking up a VHS to DVD recorder that was giving me fits. I mean, you know we girls don't have that gene. He came over and got horribly dusty crawling behind my armoire and untangling cords and got the mutha working. My hero. My duck. AND he liked my cooking and had seconds. (Of course, Central Market did the cooking, but hey, I was busy holding the flashlight and watching his backside as he worked electronic miracles. Heh.)

Now, if I can just not F this up. I wonder if Central Market gives a discount on buying ready-prepared meals in bulk.

*Sassy Blonde: Yes, he's got a brother, but he's taken. And doesn't live here anyway. Phooey.