Young bucks.

It has been a while since I updated. Mainly do to lazy summer days, then stressful summer days. I'm exhausted, but can't sleep, so here I am!

I think I've mentioned it in posts before, but I am a self admitted agest. I don't like younger guys for a laundry list of reasons, and never gave them a chance. Well, after talking to some of my friends who had gone on dates with younger guys, I decided to try it out. After all, my friends were having pretty OK luck, I should too right?

I turned 26 this summer, which I'm fine with. To start my experiment into the younger guy world, I figured that 23 wouldn't be too terrible.

I started talking to "Jack" and we got along pretty well online. I was talking to him online, blabbering about how bored I was and wanted to go for a drink but all my friends were being lame. He suggested we meet up for a drink so I was like ok sure. A short 20 minutes later I showed up, basically putting forth zero effort into getting ready. Alright, so maybe I was already trying to sabotage my own experiment by looking kinda like a slob, but how about we put that to the side for now...
I think that both Jack and I went in thinking 'this is probably going to be pretty lame, but since I have nothing else to do, might as well' and then in the end we were both pleasantly surprised. Granted it was like 8 beers later, we both admitted to each other we were expecting either horribleness or just pals. He was surprisingly mature for his age, very smart, and pretty fun. Once the bar closed we went back to my place for a bit. After a few hours of making out I realized maybe I liked him? Just maybe...
Fast forward a few days. At this point I realized I could really care less if we hung out again or not. I talked to him and he went on about this long elaborate story of what was going on in his life as of late. I do not doubt the fact that all of it was true, but in the end it was really just him saying in so many words, I doubt I'll have time to see you again this month, or probably ever again. At first I was thankful for the round about brush off, at least I wouldn't feel slighted. Then I realized what was a big pile of bullshit.

Before hanging out I knew he was seeing someone else. Which maybe was why when we hung out I wasn't expecting anything. The bottom line is, my guess is that while he has this that and the other going on, it wasn't so much all of that, but the fact that the other girl he was seeing he liked better. I appreciate him ( I suppose) trying to protect (maybe) my feelings, but I can't help but think he is a total coward!

I think I am just way too logical to date. I've told a guy or two or more, no I cannot go on another date with you. Why? I was seeing someone else when we went out and things are getting more serious. You are a great guy though, so good luck. Simple as that. I just wish that people would stop sugar coating things. You met someone else? Great! Just let me know and don't go through all this effort trying to make it seem like something else. Stop blaming everything else about your life other than the obvious on the reason we will not go on another date. I just have little patience for this kind of thing anymore.

In the end, I really would have liked to stay friends with him, because he is kind of awesome. I have a feeling that whole night of making out for hours might get in the way of that though. Might just be a bit too awkward for him to handle. I could care less, but as mentioned before I can sometimes be a bit too whatever about those things.

After the experience with Jack, I decided I needed another trial, just to make sure I was right all along.

I went out with another 23 year old a week or two later. Kip was a total bro type of guy, not my normal type, but I am all about branching out. We meet up and it was another blazing hot day. I was praying the air conditioning would be on full blast when we got to our destination. The date was pretty ok, nothing so fantastic I went home blabbing to my gal pals. I liked him though, normalcy and all. He was the type of guy you bring home to the parents. We get to the end of the date, and there I was paying for myself. Oh I failed to mention, Jack also didn't pay for me. I guess I am starting to see a trend?
Side note: let me clarify I'm not some bitch that expects her boyfriend to pay for her all the time. I do think that on the first date you should though. I went a solid 4 years of never ever having my dates pay for me, then when a few of them started to and I realized that was pretty normal, I just don't want to go back to those days haha.

Back to the subject. Kip said he had fun and I should call him when I got back from my trip. There are a number of things I am a bit weary about when it comes to Kip. I caught him in a pretty stupid lie that just was so stupid I didn't understand why ANYONE would bother lying about it.
I got back and I have yet to call. I would say it was an OK first date. Normally I would be like 'hell no I am so not calling', but almost a year ago I told myself I need at least two dates to really figure out if I like this person or not. I really think you know on the first date, but the second date is just really confirming you do not like that person. I thought that until last November I went reluctantly on a second date. The second date was light years better than the first, so I have tried doing that ever since. Too bad it hasn't happened again since then! I have gone on plenty of second dates that have just reaffirmed I am not really that into them in that way. I think back to this guy I went out with right after Christmas. After the first date I knew it was not a romantic connection. After the second date I wanted to barf at the thought of even holding his hand, but smiled when I thought of what great pals we could be! The third hang out I called him my new friend when introducing him to my friends and watched his face crumble. I felt terrible. I told him we should be friends and I think we had a great friend connection. After telling him this he promptly stopped talking to me. Oh well. Have fun making no new friends!

I realized I needed a third and final young buck to put the nail in the coffin. This third one (who really was the very first, long story) is actually really fun. We are going out again soon. I already told him I like hanging out with him, but I never want to date him. His response? I'm going to make you want to date me. Hmm. Really, I'm just incredibly attracted to him and would like to have him as eye candy for a while. Evil? Perhaps, but he knows all this. I told him flat out a few times, stop paying for me, this isn't a date. I just think you're funny and hot so lets be friends that maybe kiss every once and a while. He is the exact opposite of what I am looking for. I can't wait till this blows up in my face. Rest assure, it will end up here. I think right now a casual once a month date is what I need more than a boyfriend.

I guess that is enough ranting and raving for the time being. Wow, that was tiring. Ha!