The Adnostic

I'm not entirely sure what planet aligned with which star, but (not to jinx myself) within the span of a week I got offered a new job with a sweet raise, a new apartment (for a little more money than I was looking to pay, but utilities are included and I have my own bathroom), a time slot to ride on Saturdays with my old trainer back in LA, two horses in Norco to ride whenever I want, a Tom Jones concert (expensive but worth every penny (you better be reading this, Occulator)), and not one, but three dates with a guy* I actually happen to like.

Now, out of all of these incredible events, the ones with the most significance are the job offer and the dates. The importance of the job offer has been explained previously, but the guy and dates have not. This being the case, I have a confession to make - I rarely date and my sexual activity is limited to an annual event. I joke around about being a slut, but that's just my Jewish/Puritanical inheritance of guilt and the fact that the punch line to the story reads better that way. People should always read this blog with the knowledge that I have a natural gift for sarcasm, which is also a part of my Jewish inheritance. My freakishly thick yet carefully groomed eyebrows are a part of my Russian inheritance (Thanks Dad).

Being asked out by two different guys within the span of two months is as unheard of as my side view mirror being taken out by two different guys in the same amount of time. Yes, this also happened.

Sure, there was a time when I was going on at least one date a week, but those numbers were artificially influenced. I was on JDate. It was a truly pathetic time in my life, which I will hopefully never repeat.

As for the New Guy, I'm trying not to get carried away with the rush of newfound infatuation. I like him, I enjoy the time I spend with him, but it's still very early and I really don't know him all that well (yet, he does come with a fine reference, being the friend of well respected friend). Clearly I need to keep my wits about me with this one and analyze his actions objectively. So far, I'm thinking casual short termer, but I could be wrong.

*I need to eventually give him a nickname for the sake of continuity in the dialogue, but he hasn't earned one yet. So for now we'll just call him the New Guy.
Speaking of nicknames, Occulator came up with a fantastic new nickname for Hollywood - DickHugger. Man I wish I could go back in time and change all the Hollywood entries. DickHugger is brilliant and ultimately appropriate.