So I'll get to the oh so amazing details of my apartment and how the move went las weekend....later. Right now, I wanna chat about the conversation I had with the boy last night. Said boy is Box Boy (as some of my friends lovingly refer to him). He came over late last night and we had a drink at the local bar, just chatting about this and that. Since the move on Sunday, i had been wanting to talk to him about us. He met my friends and all my friends were into him. It's been a while since I've dated someone that a) I dated long enough to introduce to my friends and b) that my friends actually liked. On Sunday I realized I was really starting to like him, so I kinda wanted to see where he was at. But I wasn't quite sure how to bring it up. I'm not exactly an expert at talking about my feelings, let alone talking about relationships and what not. He noticed something was bugging me, and he guessed correctly when he asked out right, "So....what do you look for in a relationship?"
And we got to talking, headed back to my apartment. And decided that this wasn't going to work out.
Le Sigh.
We both admitted that we really liked each other. I admitted that I could see myself falling for him in the future. He admitted that we've been going out longer than he has with previous boys, at least in a long time. But, we're both looking for different things. Not surprisingly, of course. We both went in knowing what the other was like, but we figured why not give it a shot. But after talking with him about it, about what we want and where we want to head, we decided that we're just not compatible that way. He wants to explore his poly-side. I realized without a doubt that I'm a monogamous kinda dude.
Duh.
So yeah. It sucked. But it's better this way, nipping it in the bud before it could develop into something more. I really liked him. He was so unlike any guy I previously dated. He was an interesting, unique individual who lived a life that is vastly different than mine, and that intrigued me to no end. Now that I know where we stand, I'm hoping we'll remain friends. Lord knows I could use a friend who knows his way around a tool box, heh.

Just came back from the gym with cid_hildas. We went to his gym since they allow guests and were productive. First time today that I ran 6 miles. I did it under an hour. Not exactly ready for the L.A. marathon, but hey, big leap from when I first began, when I'd have to stop after 2.
I went to my first weight watchers meeting in almost a month. My usual one got cancelled and all the other ones that were available weren't compatible with my oh so busy schedule. I tried going to one during my lunch hour, but I felt rushed and decided to just weigh in. I realized now that I need the meetings. Since I haven't been going, I haven't been counting points, nor going to the gym as often. The meetings might be kinda hokey, but there's something about them that motivates me to want to do this program the right way. I lost 1.8 lbs since my last weigh in (about 2 weeks ago) and I know I can do better. I may have reached my plateu (finally) but that's no excuse. I would like to lose those another five lbs. before I head to Mexico, but I doubt that's going to happen. That is, unless I run 6 miles everyday.
Doable? Yes. Likely? Not so much.
At the meeting I rolled a major botch in my charisma/presence seduction role. When I walked in, the first thing I notice is the really cute, dorky looking guy at the front of the room. He's writing stuff on the board, like a teacher. I instantly melt. I walk over and introduce myself as a newbie at this location. He smiles a goofy smile and leads me to get weighed in. I weigh in and sit down, after making very brief small talk. He goes back to doing his thing and I bust out the comic books. Cause I'm cool like that.
When the meeting starts, he runs it and is really good. He has me really enthralled. I had good times with the other coordinators I've been with, but there was something about this guy that kept me awake. I even participated, something I never really did at the other ones. Could be his attitude, his energy, or the fact that I thought he was adorable. He said he lost 72 lbs since being on weight watchers. And let me tell ya, he looked great.
Halfway through the meeting I decided "Hey, he's gay (I think) and he's in weight watchers...something in common! Sorta...Hey! I want to give this guy my number!"
Things went downhill from there.
(Don't worry, nothing bad happened. But I wanna go to dinner and cid_hildas is next to me. The continuation of this not so exciting story later!)