Nothing beats a good old-fashioned non-date

Since all three of my fellow blog writers are dating boys... (whoops, spoiler alert on Miss Inconsistent's life) Anyway, since they are all dating away and busy with that, I have taken it upon myself to be the source of exciting dating/boy stories. I mean, as much fun as it is to have a healthy and successful relationship, it's not exactly conducive to telling dramatic stories on a dating blog, which explains why we haven't had many blog posts as of late. But don't worry, it seems I'm never short on stories.

And thus continues the saga of Rand al'Thor.

Guys, Rand is a dear boy and a wonderful friend. But the longer this story goes and the more I get to know him, the more I realize that I do not want to be in a relationship with him. But alas, we went on a not-date this past weekend.

What is a not-date, you ask? 
Why, it is when you go to see Iron Man 3 with a boy and it's just you two the entire night and spend nearly two hours driving in the car talking and laughing, but you still don't call it a date because you simply didn't go to dinner before hand with your roommate and her boyfriend. Confused? Yeah, so was I.

Rand and I are still really good friends and hang out sometimes, so when he got free tickets to see Iron Man 3 (great movie, ps), he invited me because he knew I would be ecstatic. The night before the movie, he mentioned that his roommate and girlfriend were going to dinner before the movie and maybe we would be interested in joining. Without even thinking, I just straight up asked him if this was a date we were going on. It seems like a perfectly reasonable question, but he was so awkward about it. He finally managed to ask me if I wanted it to be a date (this is a valid question as well, given our history), and I was very casual in my response that "Sure, I don't really care. I'm fine if it's a date." Somehow he understood that as an absolute NO, so he told me he'd just pick me up right before the movie started.
I don't understand why he had to make it so dramatic... we can just go on a date as friends. We didn't even have to make it a date either, we could have just gone and grabbed some food and I'd pay for myself and everything, but he was just determined to not let this be interpreted as a date.
But it was, it was a date in everything but the name.

I don't think this weirdness with Rand will end until he leaves for grad school in August. I guess I've been handling it for months, so I can just keep going for a few more and it will be fine. Or something.

On a positive note: I moved to a new house a week ago. It would appear there are some very eligible, attractive young men in the vicinity. Big fan.