Head spinning, heart pounding, life stopping awesomeness!!

So started next week, not only will I be employed, but I will have both a full time and a part time job and I believe, borrowing going crazy, I will be able to work both as long as the bus can get me to them on time. The full time job is through one of my temp agencies at State Farm doing surveys of current customers in the evening. The part time job is in the country store in Cracker Barrel. With both jobs, I will have a take home pay of at least $1,500 a month. That is perfect, cause with 6 months I will have the $9,000 I need for Stanford. Unfortunately, that throws a monkey at the wrench in the plans of moving in with my darling and awesome friend Lisa in June. Unless, I used all my money to pay off my debt and move after I have done that and saved the money for Stanford. So I would be looking at a year of working these two jobs and God willing if I don't go crazy, I will be out of debt and have the money for Stanford by next summer. That's a liberating idea.


The other great thing that happened was my first best ever classic date. The guy in the middle of this picture responded to one of my craigslist ads, called and set up a coffee date after I was done babysitting. We sat and drank white chocolate cocoa and enjoyed each other's company for a few hours. We talked til the place closed! Then, since it was so cold outside, he offered to walk me home. We walked arm in arm and he carried the dip and chips my friend had given me. When we got to the door, I wanted to kiss him, but hugged him instead. Then, he leaned in again after we paused a moment to look at each other again and went for another hug/cheek kiss. We did that one more time before I said goodnight and went in.

During the date, he said I looked good, since I told him I didn't have a chance to change for the date. He then went on to say there was a great sushi place nearby and we could go there. I told him, we could do that the next time we got together and we would dress up for that. He also was a great gentleman, interesting and interested in what I had to say, and he has a mohawk. I thought it would be weird, but he totally pulls it off. He is taller than me and is a junior at U of I majoring in biology. He plays drums and guitar and is really into music. Sweet guy. I am so glad the date didn't end on a couch or bed and when I sent him a thank you email he responded the next morning saying he had a great time too and was looking forward to our next get together.


Now, since Wednesday, I have had 2 guys respond to my cl ads, call me and set something up, then fall off the face of the earth. I told my friend down here about it, and I was like, "What happened?" and he goes, "Their wives." This morning, I had breakfast and hung out with a stay at home dad that was looking for some adult conversation and a chance to get out of the house or spend time with someone. His wife works all the time and he wasn't looking for a fwb or nsa anything. He brought his adopted Vietnamese son, 2 years old, and we ate at a place then talked at his house while his son took a nap. I was quiet, thinking he really wanted a soundboard, then he started asking me why I was so quiet. His wife knew we were getting together and I didn't feel akward, I just didn't want to be "on" you know. I didn't want to try and charm or impress him because I didn't want to put myself in a situation that I would regret.

I figured I would give him something to break up the monotony of his life at the moment and told him I wouldn't mind getting together again. While I was hanging out with him, two guys tried calling me but my phone was on silent. Now, I can't get ahold of either of them. I am just looking for stuff to fill in the gaps until sushi night and then when Matt gets back into town. Until I have a boyfriend, I am going to keep meeting and getting together with guys. Not sleeping around, just hanging out. Why not, free food/movies, and having a guy usually tell me I am beautiful. As long as I don't get hacked to pieces its a great idea.