When it rains, it pours.

I was upset a couple weeks ago after I got dissed by my salsa partner. He arranged to have another girl and myself over at the same time to practice. This hurt. Not because he's practicing with other women, but that he felt it was ok to practice with the both of us at the same time. He told me that when I get tired, he'll dance with her. First of all, I don't take that many breaks. I stop, drink some water, and I'm ready to go again. Please. He left me alone in his apartment to go meet her in the parking lot. And I grabbed my shit and left. On the way out, I found him in the parking lot. And he tried one more time to convince me to stay, telling me that the other girl had no problem with him practicing with the both of us. I told him I did and left. I have no problem being the bitch in this situation.

This experience left me a little hurt. I felt he didn't really respect me. And since he hasn't called me, I must be right. So I've taken a break from salsa at Moda. Partly because I don't want to see George, but also because I have been busy.

After being dissed, I was a little bitter towards all men. Why couldn't some guy come into my life and and think I'm fabulous and treat me with respect, and (here's the catch) I like him back.

Well, I went on a date on Friday. And the guy called me at least once every day since. He's made it clear that he likes me. Hell, he came right out and told me. But there are a couple of red flags. First, all the calling. Second, he invited himself to breakfast with me.

Let me back up here and explain: My new ritual is to get up early on Sunday, stumble down to the Inn on Coventry to have breakfast by myself. It's my weekend treat that I cherish. Only certain people are welcome to join me. But when he invited himself along, I immediately started figuring out how to still go, but without him. I told him I overslept.

So he seems a little too eager.

But there's more. I went to the Grog Shop (a concert club down the street) to see a co-worker's band play. Now Mike at work is cute, stylish, but very clean-cut. We hardly talk. But in a band, on stage, he is very different. He has tatoos (hot), and on the drums, he rocks! I saw him in a very different light. And after their set, he seemed very attentive, offered to buy me a beer, gave me his band's CD's and walked me out when I left. Could he be interested? We'll see. We might be hanging with mutual friends this Friday.

Updates to come (weeks late, as usual).