Six Flags!

I know I know... Punch me, please. This date was over a MONTH ago and I am just now getting around to it. How annoying is that? Pretty annoying for you probably. Also unfortunate that I really have forgotten mucho of the details. Oops. I didn't forget that I got so sweaty and gross that I wouldn't want to go on a third date with me either. I also didn't forget that I wont at Whack-a-mole. Take that, cowboy.

Key Points:

1. Alabama bought me a season pass. So if nothing else, best parting gift ever!
2. Texas is HOT in the summer. I made the awful mistake of wearing a thin, skinny strapped tank top (Also possible I flashed him at one point... whoops). I should've worn an undershirt. I was dis.gust.ing. Shirt was soaked. Who would've thought? Maybe that's why there was no steamy make-out at the end of the date... because we spent the whole day being hot and walking around steamy concrete.
3. Going on a weekday cuts down your wait for the rides.
4. Alabama is a beautiful, beautiful man... who talks like Forrest Gump. But, he's smart. He has good things to say and it's kind of cute when he says them with his southern drawl and punctuates with that dimpled smile.
5. He told me a joke that's punch line hinged on "mountain lion" being 2 syllables. We had a ten minute conversation where I tried to explain to him that, no.. mountain lion actually had 4 syllables. I wish I was kidding or exaggerating. I'm not.

(FOUR syllables: moun-tain li-on)

It was all in all a pretty good date, but to be honest.. Even though Jerry told me was not interested in pursuing anything with me and Alabama is a beautiful specimen of man, I knew somewhere in my fails-miserably-at-dating heart and psycho-girl-brain that a guy like Jerry (at least, one that actually wanted to date me and didn't get all weird just because I had a super, what the eff is wrong with me minor little teeny tiny freak out that reminded him of his ex girlfriend...) is a better fit for me; and that a guy who spends two weeks away at work, and spends his two weeks back home hunting, fishing, and doing other hillbilly stuff.

So I came off the date with a season's pass to six flags, some American flag sunglasses, a photo strip with the handsome fella, and a tummy ache from eating a giant Icee... Oh, and a desire to see Alabama with less clothes on.

I tell you folks, breaking up may be hard to do, but dating is pretty stinkin' hard to do, too. I am at my wit's end.

 Yee-haw.

Am I being too picky? Should my standards be lowered? Bummer dates, good guys.... Great dates, bummer guys.... or just good dates, good guys that just aren't that into me. It's supposed to be worth it in the end... right?