Random weekend contacts

Had a lot of random run-ins/contact with some current and former XY interests over the weekend.

• The Pocket-sized Chef - saw him at a happy hour event I was at with my sister and brother-in-law. He again pretended like we sort of knew each other, but he wasn't sure from where. I almost reminded him that it was from his incessant phone stalking of me after we first met, but I refrained. I also discovered that I think I may be the same height as him (and I am 5'2").


• The Mouse - got several random text messages from him on Friday nite after the Pocket-sized Chef happy hour run-in. He was out in my neighborhood and wanted to see if I was out (I was home and in my PJs already), then wanted me to give suggestions for places he should go. Our text exchange reminded me that I need to make plans to catch up with him sometime soon b/c we are equals in the smartass department, which I enjoy. (And for those of you who are freaking out reading that, I mean to catch up AS FRIENDS.)


• The Chef - as I mentioned in this post, ran into him at 806 in Tremont.


• The Lawyer - missed a call from him on Sunday evening when I was charging my cell phone (aka Goldie) in the other room. I really do like his voice on messages (this was the first time he left a message... all other times he didn't, which I called him out on during our date). I'll call him back on Monday (it was around 9:45 when I saw the message, and I thought that was too late to return the call).


• The New York Politico (nka The DC Grad Student) - haven't heard from him since the '60s. Then I got a random Facebook post that just said, "Hi cutie." And for some reason, that made me smile more than any of the other boy run-ins this weekend. Weird.

Should be interesting to see what the rest of this month has in store based on the random collection of messages/run-ins in this three-day span. Maybe this is the result of the vibe I was feeling on Saturday! (See this post.)

P.S. Prepare yourselves now, readers. I'm heading to Florida on Thursday for a few days with my GF Molly before she gets married next month (guess you could call it a "friendmoon") and I probably won't be blogging much (if at all). Here's hoping I have some weird run-in with an 80-year-old retiree to keep us ALL entertained next week. :)

Boarding pass = love at last?

I have discovered a VERY interesting phenomenon in my life. Every time I go out of town (or meet someone who is in Cleveland visiting from out of town), he shows interest in me. But try to find me a BF somewhere within the confines of Northeast Ohio and you're S.O.L.

It happened again recently with my friend's brother (more on that below). And in addition to him, there has been:

1. The Charlotte Analyst. I met this guy while on a business trip in Charlotte. I talked to him at a bar for a couple of hours (most of which I don't even remember due to the plethora of martinis we had that nite), and he even hailed us a cab and paid for it before we headed home. He proceeded to call, text and Facebook message me for the next couple of months, and I still randomly hear from him every now and then.


2. The San Diego Marine. I actually met this guy while we were both in Vegas for trips with friends, and we ended up seeing each other every day we were there. When I went to visit my friend Mandi in San Diego a few months later, we got together again. We stayed in touch over the next several months (via phone calls -- the novelty!) and throughout his deployment to Iraq. He is the definition of HOT (I mean, *H*O*T*) but had a very goofy sense of humor too. The drawback? Geographically undesirable.


3. The Phoenix Brother. No, not a "man of the cloth" kind of brother. My friend Carrie's "brother" brother. Very cute and completely not my type (fauxhawk, sleeve of tattoos, earrings, etc.). We weren't paired up as a couple for her recent wedding, but that didn't stop us from acting like it. He still calls and texts and wants to get together next time he's in town (in a couple of weeks).


4. The Chicago Real Estate Guy. Girls' weekend in Chicago + guy in a navy velvet blazer + lots of gin and tonics = very fun nite at the bar. He actually called while I was still in the air on the way home from the trip (another guy who calls!) and kept checking out my LinkedIn profile for several weeks after that. Which was really just sort of creepy.


5. The Cincinnati Cutie. Met him at Pickwick & Frolic when my friend -- *correction* -- my hammered friend Molly saw him, thought he was cute, and "dropped" her shoe to get us talking. Problem was, she was so drunk that she hurled her shoe at him like she was throwing someone out at first base. Regardless, her shoe-truduction worked, and we hung out the whole nite. We talked a few times after that, but I didn't see much purpose in pursuing anything with someone who lived so far away (and who was a Bengals fan).


6. The New York Politico. Met him at the same place I met The Cincinnati Cutie. He was in town stomping for Hillary Clinton with a bunch of other young civic-minded folks from NYC. Hung out all nite like we were long-lost girlfriends. Yes, I said girlfriends. In fact, I honestly didn't realize he was straight until he asked for my number and asked if he could come home with me. (I obvi said no.) We still keep in touch, and he has since changed aliases from The New York Politico to The D.C. Grad Student.

And I know there were others that I just can't remember. Can you?