The Date

So this is the boy that I went out with on Saturday night. He is pretty darn wonderful. He is an aerospace engineer for NASA and he used to play baseball for the St. Louis Cardinals. He is hilarious. He takes care of his business. He has muscles. Omg. We won't talk about that right now. He is from Brooklyn (never would have guessed that from the picture, eh?). Bill asked if he was a Gotti. And you all know that Texas girls are suckers for NY Gangsters with good eyebrow-grooming habits.

We went for sushi and then out to this bar called Prive. We stayed out until 4am. He's very easy to talk to. I can talk to him for 3 hours and it literally feels like 20 minutes has passed.

HOWEVER (There always has to be a however with you, Crystal!), he is looking for marriage. And me? Not so much. The thought of relationships literally makes me ill. Whatever happened to the good ol' days where it was just about Ding Dong Ditching? Why does every guy I meet want a relationship? Hmm? Hmm? I am at my experimental phase, fellas. Sheesh.