Wicked Crazy

My dating over the last 6 weeks or so has been...interesitng. Thankfully, I haven't met any girls that Big R would scream, "You're f*#$&ing crazy!!" to, so I have that going for me. Thankfully.

So, for those of you keeping score at home, I am officially 0-2 with the match.com girls, and 0-1 which will soon probably be 0-2 with the "real world" girls. I went out with the 2nd "real world" girl on Friday, and it went well, but I'm not too terribly positive that it's gonna go much farther than I can throw Big R. Or, that it's gonna go much farther than Cameltoes on a first date. Or, that it's gonna go much farther than Big Judy trying to walk home when he's stumbling drunk. Or...ah, I'm done with the references.

Tonight, I'm going to meet another "real world" girl. Lil N set me up with her. She seems really cool on the phone, and now I just hope that the looks match the personality. We shall see.

As a result of my VAST dating experience, I really don't get excited anymore before I go on a first date. I can't even count how many first dates I've had in my life, but I'd say that it is somewhere in the 30's by now. That's a lot of bad first dates. And how.

When I look on my life and where it's at now, I am blown away at how I'm not married by now. I'm living in a piece o' crap 1 bedroom apartment, I have no "real" job, I eat a lot of TV dinners, my place remains in a complete state of craziness, and my sheets get changed about twice a year. Who wouldn't want a cat like me?

All kidding aside, I really hope that I can find a house that is in a neighborhood not consisting of Bloods, ex-cons, and cats that ain't had a job in 22.5 years. I like hangin' wit da brothas as much as the next guy, but I'd at least like to live in a neighborhood that is safe, and where I won't have to worry about getting shot in a drive-by.

Tomorrow, I am heading out to look at 5 houses, and I ain't exactly as thrilled as an American Idol contestant about the likelihood of me buying one of them either. I don't know where else to look, or what else to do for that matter. We shall see.

That be all folks. I ain't got much else to say. Then again, when do I really have anything much to say?

Keep on keepin' on.