Lalala!

The following post is a continuation of my story with Twitch, beginning where I left off last: a very successful first date.

Dating Rule #2: If he makes you giddy, let yourself be giddy. It doesn't happen very often and needs to be enjoyed.

So after the first date, things just kinda happened. I danced, I smiled, I snuck cheesecake into a movie theater with him - the usual. A few days later, we spent the whole of Saturday together and went on a group date that night. (I hate to admit it, but we were "that couple." We ignored everyone else and were off flirting in our own little world. Oops.) When he dropped me off at the end of the night, we sat down in my family room for a bit and... he grabbed me hand!!

Maybe I had built it up too much by this point, but oddly this didn't really phase me. I was more like, "Oh, of course we'll hold hands right now." Calm and collected people. Calm and collected.

At least while he was there.

From this moment on, Twitch suddenly went into boyfriend mode. We had been hanging out everyday and I had been dying [literally] to know if we would actually date, and now all the sudden he was throwing hugs and hand holds and cuddling into the equation. It was not very gradual and slightly terrifying! Needless to say, two days later he kissed me.

Lalala!

That was 6 weeks ago from today and Twitch and I have been successfully dating (not sure what that constitutes?) ever since! True, there have been many stories of his adorable cuteness/wonderfulness that I could continue to tell, but that's not really what this blog is for. I'm already breaking the rules with so much cheesy success. You may have even stopped reading two blog-posts ago.

So, in conclusion of my four part Twitch-post, I officially declare myself "off the market". I have somehow snagged the much-coveted Twitch and my One Timer days of endless first dates have come to a close.. at least for now.

The One Timer: OVER and out.

Dating Rule #100: Never give up.

Fallin' for Smalls

Well folks, it's been a while since I last wrote, and A LOT has happened since February.

I'M ENGAGED!!!

Just kidding. I'm not that crazy. I also pride myself in not behaving like the typical dating Zoobie who gets engaged after 2 hours of knowing someone. However, I do have many stories to divulge, mostly involving me and the sweetest boy I've ever met. For a preface on Smalls, please see this post.

Last time I wrote, I was about to go on my first date with Smalls. At this point, we were good friends and I was interested in Smalls, but still unsure if I could like him much more than a friend. For our first date, we volunteered at a Best Buddies carnival/talent show. Smalls didn't know it, but I actually have spent hundreds of hours volunteering with special needs groups over the past few years. Needless to say, I thought it was an awesome date. We won some goldfish which we thought would die in a matter of days, especially after we left them in the backseat of a car in 5 degree weather (turns out goldfish come back to life after being frozen, who knew?) Much to our chagrin, after two months they are still kickin'. Smalls keeps plotting ways for them to die, but instead he just buys them more fish food. But this has absolutely no relevance to the story. Sorry, random goldfish tangent is officially over.
After the talent show we went to a delicious crepe restaurant and then watched a movie. It took him a good hour or so, but Smalls finally put his arm around me for the last bit of the movie (he's kind of a chicken when it comes to girls, well maybe just me actually). After this date, I still wasn't head over heels for Smalls, but I could see some definite potential.
The week after that, we spent every day together and there was much hand holding, cuddling, and happiness.

DISCLAIMER: I sincerely apologize if this post is getting too cheesy for you. If you'd like to revisit my unsuccessful dating stories from the past to avoid said cheese, please do so now. This post is only going to get cheesier, so brace yourself.

About a week after our first date, Smalls asked me out again. He picked me up with a box of crayons and a homemade picture book in hand. He informed me that we would be going on a "Choose Your Own Adventure Date." Following this theme, the book was labeled, "The Date, a Choose Your Own Adventure Picture Book by The Cautious Charmer and Smalls." Each page had a caption at the bottom telling what we would be doing at each part of the date, ie dinner, activity, dessert, etc. For each category, several adjectives were listed such as, foreign, oceanic, ancient, etc. I then had to pick a word to describe the activity and then we would go wherever that was. When we got to the restaurant or activity we would color a picture of what we were doing. Isn't Smalls so creative? 10 points to Gryffindor for creativity and adorableness.

So here's how the date went. We went to a Thai restaurant for dinner and then to Cabella's where we dressed up in camo clothes and looked at the fish aquarium. (why there is a fish theme to our relationship, I have no idea). That night I had so much fun with Smalls and felt completely comfortable talking with him for hours. Our picture book looked like it had been colored in by kindergartners, but I guess it's fitting because we were acting like kindergartners, coloring with crayons in the middle of a store. Dating Rule #38: Never take yourself too seriously, especially on dates. Your date will be one million times more fun and 50,000 times less awkward.
After Cabella's, there were a few blank pages left in the book, so we decided to be spontaneous and went to Thanksgiving point to see if there was anything fun to do. Lo and behold, we happened upon a tween tap dancing competition. We thought it was kind of hilarious, so we sat in the back and colored a picture of it.
Sidenote- If this were a parenting blog, I would say this about tween tap dance competitions: Rule #48 of parenting- Never force your child to tap dance in sparkly, neon spandex while you cheer from the crowd like Honey Boo Boo's mom.
After about ten minutes, we gladly left the dancing pubescents and walked around the gardens holding hands until we happened upon a bridge. We talked and laughed for a while, and then he kissed me! I would say it was the most magical moment I've ever experienced and that a million imaginary fireworks erupted over our heads, but it was actually pretty dang awkward. Mostly because I'd never been kissed before and had no idea what to do. As a result, I didn't really do much of anything. Afterward, I'm pretty sure I developed a case of temporary logorrhea. I blubbered something about how I'd never been kissed before and who knows what else. It was one of those moments when you really don't understand why words are spewing out of your mouth, but you have absolutely no control over stopping them. Yes, ladies and gents, I was a complete goofus, but apparently Smalls likes goofuses, because he kissed me again. Then we spent the next hour or so kissing and dancing to Brad Paisley and it was wonderful. By the end of the night I was completely giddy over this boy. I had no doubt that I was falling for Smalls.

And that concludes the first installment of the Smalls series.

Stay tuned-more cheese is coming your way.
-The Cautious Charmer

Have some cake with that CHEESE.

Well folks, it's been a while since I last wrote, and A LOT has happened since February.

I'M ENGAGED!!!

Just kidding. I'm not that crazy. I also pride myself in not behaving like the typical dating Zoobie who gets engaged after 2 hours of knowing someone. However, I do have many stories to divulge, mostly involving me and the sweetest boy I've ever met. For a preface on Smalls, please see this post.

Last time I wrote, I was about to go on my first date with Smalls. At this point, we were good friends and I was interested in Smalls, but still unsure if I could like him much more than a friend. For our first date, we volunteered at a Best Buddies carnival/talent show. Smalls didn't know it, but I actually have spent hundreds of hours volunteering with special needs groups over the past few years. Needless to say, I thought it was an awesome date. We won some goldfish which we thought would die in a matter of days, especially after we left them in the backseat of a car in 5 degree weather (turns out goldfish come back to life after being frozen, who knew?) Much to our chagrin, after two months they are still kickin'. Smalls keeps plotting ways for them to die, but instead he just buys them more fish food. But this has absolutely no relevance to the story. Sorry, random goldfish tangent is officially over.
After the talent show we went to a delicious crepe restaurant and then watched a movie. It took him a good hour or so, but Smalls finally put his arm around me for the last bit of the movie (he's kind of a chicken when it comes to girls, well maybe just me actually). After this date, I still wasn't head over heels for Smalls, but I could see some definite potential.
The week after that, we spent every day together and there was much hand holding, cuddling, and happiness.

DISCLAIMER: I sincerely apologize if this post is getting too cheesy for you. If you'd like to revisit my unsuccessful dating stories from the past to avoid said cheese, please do so now. This post is only going to get cheesier, so brace yourself.

About a week after our first date, Smalls asked me out again. He picked me up with a box of crayons and a homemade picture book in hand. He informed me that we would be going on a "Choose Your Own Adventure Date." Following this theme, the book was labeled, "The Date, a Choose Your Own Adventure Picture Book by The Cautious Charmer and Smalls." Each page had a caption at the bottom telling what we would be doing at each part of the date, ie dinner, activity, dessert, etc. For each category, several adjectives were listed such as, foreign, oceanic, ancient, etc. I then had to pick a word to describe the activity and then we would go wherever that was. When we got to the restaurant or activity we would color a picture of what we were doing. Isn't Smalls so creative? 10 points to Gryffindor for creativity and adorableness.

So here's how the date went. We went to a Thai restaurant for dinner and then to Cabella's where we dressed up in camo clothes and looked at the fish aquarium. (why there is a fish theme to our relationship, I have no idea). That night I had so much fun with Smalls and felt completely comfortable talking with him for hours. Our picture book looked like it had been colored in by kindergartners, but I guess it's fitting because we were acting like kindergartners, coloring with crayons in the middle of a store. Dating Rule #38: Never take yourself too seriously, especially on dates. Your date will be one million times more fun and 50,000 times less awkward.
After Cabella's, there were a few blank pages left in the book, so we decided to be spontaneous and went to Thanksgiving point to see if there was anything fun to do. Lo and behold, we happened upon a tween tap dancing competition. We thought it was kind of hilarious, so we sat in the back and colored a picture of it.
Sidenote- If this were a parenting blog, I would say this about tween tap dance competitions: Rule #48 of parenting- Never force your child to tap dance in sparkly, neon spandex while you cheer from the crowd like Honey Boo Boo's mom.
After about ten minutes, we gladly left the dancing pubescents and walked around the gardens holding hands until we happened upon a bridge. We talked and laughed for a while, and then he kissed me! I would say it was the most magical moment I've ever experienced and that a million imaginary fireworks erupted over our heads, but it was actually pretty dang awkward. Mostly because I'd never been kissed before and had no idea what to do. As a result, I didn't really do much of anything. Afterward, I'm pretty sure I developed a case of temporary logorrhea. I blubbered something about how I'd never been kissed before and who knows what else. It was one of those moments when you really don't understand why words are spewing out of your mouth, but you have absolutely no control over stopping them. Yes, ladies and gents, I was a complete goofus, but apparently Smalls likes goofuses, because he kissed me again. Then we spent the next hour or so kissing and dancing to Brad Paisley and it was wonderful. By the end of the night I was completely giddy over this boy. I had no doubt that I was falling for Smalls.

And that concludes the first installment of the Smalls series.

Stay tuned-more cheese is coming your way.
-The Cautious Charmer

He's a hard egg to crack.

Hello all! Spring has sprung! But alas, we're in Utah, so chances are it's going to snow again next week.
But let's enjoy the beauty that is the outdoors while it lasts! This is definitely what I've been doing; just enjoying and trying not to worry about anything. You know, those usual things that I worry about: boys and school. While I'm trying not to be stressed or think about it too much, I do still want to recap what has occurred between myself and Bodhai.

While all of this Rand nonsense has been going on for the last 6 weeks, the Bodhai situation was moving forward and then has kind of paused... Let me explain:
4 days after I went on that date with Rand and he explained himself to me and I told him I didn't want to date him, well then I went on an awesome date with Bodhai.
At one point on this date, we were adventuring on a snowy hill and it was beautiful... and then he kissed me! It definitely wasn't unwelcome, but it was completely unexpected. I was thrilled, but as soon as I got home I realized that I didn't even feel like I knew him and didn't know if I liked him that much yet. But I figured things would start progressing quickly and that we would be dating in no time.
False.
[This seems to be a trend with me: being completely misguided in how things, relationships specifically, will play out.]

Bodhai is great. I like spending time with him. He is really into music. Like REALLY into music. He is super funny and adorable and we have fun together. After spending a few weeks hanging out with him and having fun, I realized that I didn't even know anything about him! He is awesome and talks a lot - but it feels like often he isn't really saying anything. He is just not very open and it's hard to get to the deeper parts of his personality. He is just one hard egg to crack. I've realized that this is how I am some times too. I've actually realized that in general we are super similar in our personalities, which is why we get along so well. But we do not really have similar interests. So we can talk and talk and talk forever, but when we try to share the things we are really passionate about - well, we just don't understand each other. It's so weird.

So basically, the last month we've hung out a few times and the first few times we kissed some more... it was great, but I wasn't really sure how I was feeling about the whole thing. I kind of get the feeling that we both are interested in each other, but not super invested in it. So neither of us really makes too much of an effort to talk or to see each other, though we love it when we do see each other. Who knows what is going to happen with this one... at this point, I would like to see if we could date, but I'm fine if it doesn't work out.

Yes, I know...
I'm the Friendly Kisser.