All about the single life in Seattle

First, I want to acknowledge that I have been MIA.  My computer died Tuesday night.  It seems it cannot be revived.  Unfortunate but I had a backup…I thought…it seems the back up caught a little internet STD and will be and running on Sunday when I can pick it up.  In the meantime, be patient with me…Tuesday was crazy and as each day goes on I think ‘I’ve gotta take notes about this shit!’.  I’m using a friends laptop while she stays with me.  Another girl makes for more trouble but it also makes it hard to sit down and write….so again, patience!

Tuesday afternoon I went to hot yoga with a new girlfriend that lives in my neighborhood.  I was hoping she would fall in love because I am a huge fan of Bikram but can’t seem to find someone that shares my passion.  Hot, sweaty, dark room….what’s not to like, right?  I love that when you walk out you feel like you just finished a round at Fight Club.  Tyler Durden, look out!  All I want to do is take a shower, a massage would be great, and finish the afternoon with some hot sex.  No such luck. 

One of my neighbors agreed to head out to happy hour with me.  He’s a tall yum with a live in girlfriend.  We flirt on occasion but I can tell he wouldn’t stray.  It’s cute.  I wonder…is it true love, fear, is he just not that into me?  As I get to know him more I will answer that and yes, I’ll keep you posted. 

We started off at 3pm happy hour…now you know a 3pm start time for drinking spells disaster.  Buckleys was our first stop.  I am not a frequent flier.  I don’t think they have a very good happy hour and that bums me out.  We stayed for one round and moved on over to Del Rey.  We grabbed a $5 quesadilla off the happy hour menu and a few drinks.  At 5:30 my drinking buddy turned into a pumpkin and had to leave due to other obligations.  Bummer!  But no worries, LBC had agreed to come to my neighborhood.  This was a treat because she usually stays on the Eastside.  Since 6pm is usually the end of happy hour we were unsure where to go.  I found a cool new site on Twitter called Go Time, gotime.com will tell you where you find a happy hour RIGHT NOW.  I love this!!  We found out that El Gaucho offers happy hour until 7pm and we head over for a glass of wine.  While we were hanging out at the bar I received a text message from Single, you know my furry friend.  Initially we had plans to meet at Wasabi Bistro at 3pm but I was so done with him after the shaving debate I just put him on ignore. 

Since I had a few cocktails in me and LBC by my side I asked Single if he wanted to show up at Gaucho.  He’s got some great connections, he’s cute and wealthy, what’s not to like?  Like most men, he can’t figure it out on his own (more like he doesn’t want to figure it out) so I will need to clearly explain the rules of the game.  Not something I enjoy but it is something that must be done.  Single showed up in record time and the three of us sat at the bar and had some decent conversation.  I had also been chatting with a local girl on Twitter and she was meeting with an ex to exchange belongs.  You know those meeting rarely work out well so I told her if she needed it, give me a shout and we’d meet for a drink.  By 7pm she sent a message that she was ready to take me up on it….

Wealthy but furry man, LBC, a new girl dealing with heartbreak….it ended in a naked night at the Fairmont.  I told you the best way to end a day of hot yoga is hot sex, right?  We’ll get there…patience.  I’ve committed to volunteering all day at the marathon check in so I must run : )