Not Funny.

Aaaaaand we're back... or at least I am.
It's been a long, arduous break from love-blogging, but the time has come where I feel the need to begin again. I can not say the same for my fellow writers, but maybe someday they will come back and tell you there stories. Or maybe not, who knows.

So it's been a solid 5 to 6 months since I last updated on my love life. But don't worry, I haven't fallen madly in love, so you haven't missed too much. I did have a summer full of boy situations and kissing - I try to keep things as exciting as possible. Someday I may share some of the stories from this summer, as they are pretty entertaining, but for now I must tell you about The Youngin'.

Okay, so this boy is not THAT much younger than me, only a year and some change. I mean, it's nothing like when I kissed Squints and then found out he was only 17. There are many guys I know that are a year younger than me and it wouldn't bother me one bit, but for some reason The Youngin' just seems SO YOUNG.
I've been (kind of?) dating him for the last 3 weeks. "Kind of" meaning that we've spent loads of time together and kissed and all that jazz, but haven't really ever talked about it.
How typical of me.
This time we've spent together has been enjoyable. We are very similar in our interests and our opinions. We both look at the world in a very similar manner, which is refreshing and has lead to some very deep, philosophical discussions. But I've been very hesitant about the whole thing because of his age and because sometimes when we're talking, he just seems so young and immature. And then about 4 days ago I came to the most game changing realization:
HE IS BORING!
No really, he is. How I went for 3 weeks without realizing this, I still am not positive. It is potentially because I have so much hilarity and personality, that I can pretty much make up for any lack that a person has. But you know what I finally realized? He has never made me really laugh. Maybe calling The Youngin' boring is drastic, but I honestly can't recall a time when I've really been excited or thrilled to be around him. The real problem that I have with him is that he doesn't laugh at my jokes! The other day, I was just talking like normal with my roommate and we were dying of laughter, and The Youngin' was just sitting there, not laughing, and making me feel dumb. Multiple times he commented on how crazy we were being and how we were "odd." Not a fan.
To me, sense of humor is the biggest selling point in a guy. It's so important for me because I laugh more than most anyone I know, so when he doesn't make me laugh and doesn't laugh with me, then I have a serious problem. And such is the case with this boy.

So what do I do now? How do I just tell a boy that I don't want to date him because I find him dull? I obviously can't tell him that, but I don't know how to speak my mind otherwise. Oh, and did I mention that I was the first girl he ever kissed, which makes me even more hesitant to break things off and break his tender little heart? Bah!

Happy :)

At the end of my last post, I was planning on writing a second installment for the Smalls saga. However, since then I have realized that I'm not particularly interested in posting my relationship all over the internet. Okay, it's only one blog, but still.

All you really need to know is that I am in love with Smalls, and I'm beyond happy about that :)

Thats all for now :)
-The Cautious Charmer

What is normal?

Just today I swear I have started about 4 different blog posts, but I just don't know what to say. It's not that things are happening that I just don't know how to put into words. No, no - exactly the opposite probably - nothing is really happening, though everything humanly possible is happening in my head. And THAT is why I can not figure out what I want to say.

Here are some of the post first lines I've tried out today:
Let me take the moment to be a realist...
Life is a funny thing....
There comes a point in every single person's life when they realize that every person they know is in a relationship, married, on a mission, or having babies....

Let me try one more time:
As was mentioned last post, I just moved into a new house. I like to think that I'm really outgoing and good with meeting new people, but I just moved from an apartment complex where I lived for years and have not had the need to meet an entirely new group of people. This move has made me realize that this is a skill I seem to have forgotten. The last week or two have required me to go out and meet people and hone in on my get-to-know-you skills. And let me tell you, I have met some wonderful humans. There are so many people that I just want to get to know better, specifically boys, of course. There aren't any boys that I have specific stories with yet, but I feel I will soon enough.
But let me tell you about a slight interest I have in The Boy Next Door. As I'm sure you can deduce, he lives next door to my new house. And he is a sweet heart. And he is super attractive. I've talked to him a couple of times, and the time just flies by and he's so easy to talk to. Yeah, it's pretty easy for me to have a crush on him right now. But I can never just have a normal crush, oh no, apparently there must always be a twist... so I naturally am interested in the boy that one of my new roommates is in love with.
Naturally.
There is a lot of story between my roommate and the Boy Next Door, but suffice it to say that I really don't think anything will happen between them, but I don't think my roommate is fully aware of that. But I'm not one to go stepping on toes and making people mad by going after someone they are interested in. So I'm stuck in this place where I totally want to get to know him and see if I would want to date him, but I know that I definitely can not go there.
Why can't my life consist of normal dating situations?!
But then again, is there such a thing as a normal dating situation? Yeah, probably not.

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.