Ernie and I have barely talked the past couple of weeks. We both had up coming finals we needed to prepare for. At least that was his excuse for not calling. I didn't care either way. I quickly lost interest in him after our last date. 

I got to see his place for the first time and meet his pet ferret Bert (ha ha Bert and Ernie) which he's always talking about. I noticed that there were two ferrets in the cage and asked him why he never mentioned the other one before? He paused and revealed that he was watching the other one for a friend.... who just happened to be his ex-girlfriend. That was a total turn off for me.

I know everyone has a past but shit, if you don't share kids, real estate, or a business with your ex what is the point of keeping in touch with them? I should not be a hypocrite I do keep in touch with one of my ex's. We dated briefly over eight years ago, there was nothing there so we remained friends, nothing more. Erine's ex on the other hand was a recent break up, very recent. So it makes me wonder if they're really over each other?

Our last date was our third date. That seems to be the magic number for some reason. Since I have been single for the past couple of months I have not made it past the third date with anyone? Is there something magical about the third date that I am unaware of? I didn't have the heart to tell Ernie over the phone that I didn't want to see him any more. I think I'll reveal that information the guy way... by e-mail.

I met Bo for our first date at a crowded bar down town after work called the White Elephant. Oddly the place wasn't white and there we no elephants in the decor either. Anyway when I sat next to him at the bar and took a real good look at his face. I just had this feeling it was not going to work out. We got to talking about music and other pop culture things and since we had so much to discuss we decided to move to a not so noisy bar.

He told me he took the train so we hopped in my car and drove to spot two, a bar that was a couple blocks from his house which he frequented. The whole time I was driving to he kept complimenting me on my car ( I drive a newer model Mercedes). He even went as far as to ask how much it was and how much I make for a living? Of course I did not answer him. I regretted not going with my gut feeling and leaving at the beginning of our date.

At the bar I changed the subject off of money and on to new and more interesting topics. I wasn't even half way done with my drink and he ordered up two more for me. God, I could totally see where he wanted this night to go! I told him there was no way I could drink even another drop because I'm so buzzed and need to get home because I have to be up super early for work.

We left and I drove a couple blocks away to drop him off. He insisted that I park but instead I put on my hazards hoping he would get the hint to hurry the hell up and get out of my car. He invited me out for dinner on Sunday but I told him I was going to be busy with some family stuff (total lie). By the way I'm still waiting for him to get the hell out of my car. Before he left he pulled my hair, forced me to kiss his nasty lips, and said all of these disgusting and disrespectful things to me. The more mad I got and resisted and told him to go to hell, the more he seemed to like it. I just wanted him to leave, so I decided to play along like I enjoyed all the filthy things he was saying. He gave me another kiss good night and finally left.

I've never experienced anything like this before. Excuse my french but what a fucking ass hole. He actually had the nerve to call me a couple of times over the next couple of days. I didn't pick up the phone and don't plan to respond in any way. He is one scary and pathetic person. Mental note to self go with your gut instinct. This experience is actually making me reconcider meeting for drinks on the first date. I mean if some one sincerely likes me wouldn't they want to get to know me sober first? And since I don't put out on the first date I should probably pick an activity not associated with "getting lucky".

Steve and I met for lunch yesterday at Gage which is an upscale restaurant/bar in the heart of down town. When I'm unsure of how I'm going to get along with some one I often like to set up brunch or lunch meetings because is less formal than an actual dinner date.

Steve and I getting together was actually the brilliant idea of one of my classmates named E.J. A couple of weeks ago I actually arrived half an hour early for my sociology class by some miracle so did the chronically late E.J. Instead of standing around we decided to get a cup of green tea at a coffee shop that was less than a block away from campus.E.J and I are not very close but we do have each others phone number and email addresses so when one of us misses class we update the other on what we missed. As we walked back to class sipping our teas E.J. asked me if some one named Steve had contacted me? I said no, why? He informed me that he passed along my email address to one of his recently single buddies because he thought I would have a ton in common with him. I didn't know wether to be flattered or strangle him.

Truth is Steve and I did not seem to have that much in common. We exchanged a couple of short e-mails and that was about it for interaction prior to our lunch encounter. Conversation struggled for the first half of our date, he seemed very reserved and I was awe struck. The picture he e-mailed me of himself wasn't that impressive so I did not expect much. When I saw him in person wow! He was much more attractive then I expected so I felt a little bit nervous. Maybe he was anxious too considering he downed several beers on our 2 hour date. He didn't get sloppy drunk or anything but I decided to call it quits early. I offered to go dutch but he insisted on paying for the meal and drinks. After leaving the restaurant he walked an extra two blocks out of his way to see me safely to my car, gave me a big hug goodbye, and said we should meet up again during the week.

I'm not exactly sure if I want to see him again? Why did I decide to go on a blind date? After the whole Jason and Michael experience I figured what the hell? I may as well get back out there and enjoy myself.