Apparently, I'm not good at making the first move

So I am in a bit of a conundrum. As you know from yesterday's post, The Hugger pulled the Always a Bridesmaid signature move by giving me his business card on Saturday nite, leaving the next "move" in my court.

(I'm still sort of pissed about it. That is my move, damnit!)

Anyhow, I didn't call tonite because I went to "cardio class" after work, got home around 8:15, ate some grub, then briefly entertained my sissy and her hubs, who left my condo around 9:30.

(Sorry for boring you with the details. I promise it was for a reason.)

Soooo... I wasn't free until 9:30ish. And I felt like that was a tad too late to call someone for a first call, no?

(Humor me if you think I'm being lame-o. Let's remember that I haven't had a lot of boy interactions lately and am a bit rusty.)

Anywhooo... so, I didn't call The Hugger tonite. And I won't be able to call him tomorrow because I'm going out for Cinco de Drinko dinner and drinks.

So, here are my options:

• Wait to call him until Wednesday nite


• Send him a short little email tomorrow (Tuesday) -- possibly even asking what he is doing for Cinco de Mayo?!?!


• Shoot him a message through Facebook (we had joked about Facebook during our little convo on Saturday nite)

Now, I know I should just wait and call him because I am the one who is constantly bitching (to you!) about boys and dating in the digital age, and how they rely on texting and email instead of picking up the g.d. phone.

But I also don't want my lack of calling until Wednesday to be interpreted as me doing that stupid obligatory "wait 2 or 3 days" (or, in this case, four) to call rule. Or even worse: to be interpreted that I'm just not that into him.

See? I told you it was a conundrum. What would you guys do?

Bizarro World pick-up move

Anyone who knows me in real life knows that it's sort of my "thing" to pass my business card out (sometimes, like a poker dealer) to any cute boys I happen to be flirting with/interested in.

(It's much less awkward than standing there while a guy programs your number into his phone. Especially if he forgets your name.)

Anyhow, I was out on Saturday nite and ended up running into a friend I haven't seen since the '60s at Bier Markt.

(For those of you good at math... yes, I was not born until 1976. But go with me on this one. I hadn't seen him in a long, long time.)

Turns out, my friend's half-brother/step-brother (I don't remember which) was at the bar too, and we ended up chatting for much of the nite.

And then... it happened.

The cutie brother (aka The Hugger) realized he'd left his friends inside for most of the nite, so he asked if we'd be sticking around for a while (since he was going to run inside to quickly find his friends). When I told him we were leaving soon, he grabbed his wallet, pulled out a business card, handed it to me and told me to call him.

WHAT?!?!? That is MY move, mister.

(However, after being on the receiving end of this transaction, I admit that it was a very effective maneuver. As such, it will continue being my signature move. Ladies, you should try it too.)

So, I now have the card for a guy who is super cute, funny, chivalrous (as in, some uber-drunk douchebag called me a bitch at one point -- though I think he was calling everyone a bitch -- and The Hugger called him out and told him to never call me that again).

And, he gave me what could quite possibly be the best hug I have ever gotten. Like, an honest-to-goodness pick-me-off-the-ground bear hug.

(Thank God I hadn't eaten a heavy dinner.)

So now the ball is in my court. Wonder if The Hugger might be Mr. May-be.

P.S. Thanks to everyone who voted in the poll to name this month's dating adventures! And a heartfelt "hi" to all my new followers -- including you, Maura! ;)