Dating is Miserable but it’ll get you laid

Remember me?

After basically receiving hate mail from a super fan last night about not posting, as well as this lovely gem from my favorite superstar runner, I realized I finally had to carve out some time for an update. So *deep breath* here it goes.

If you haven't already guessed, I have been super busy lately. The youngest nieceling (ridiculous hat courtesy of my sister's mother-in-law) turned 1  and I went up North for the big day (and made the most righteous The Hungry Caterpillar cake ever). I'm still training for the second half of the San Francisco Marathon with the same ol' gang. This time I am raising money for Larkin Street Youth Services and YOU SHOULD DONATE. I'm signed on as vendor coordinator/wrangler/god/whatever for a super exciting music festival called Mission Creek and you should come!

Oh and I've been spending a ridiculous amount of time with Firstname Lastname. Which is really what you came here to read.

Here is the thing, I can't talk about. It's not that I'm not allowed to, though FirstName Lastname did finally fess up to seeing my site and the encounter went something like this: (click picture to enlarge)

It's not that I don't have anything to say. It's just everything I do have, and want, to say is so disgustingly mushy and sweet and loving it will make everyone within 3 city blocks vomit violently out of their eye sockets. Don't believe me? Okay you asked for it.

1. After dropping a few subtle hints about how much I wanted to see Wicked he attempted to surprise me with ridiculously fabulous tickets.  Unfortunately, I am the world's best guesser.
2. When I went up North for the youngest nieceling's birthday he packed me a travel kit filled with all kinds of travel stuff and a card about how much he is going to miss me.
3. He knows I think the gum he chews is too big so he pre-tears me a half piece.
4. He still opens my car door for me every single time I get in the car.
5. After a ridiculously fun Sunday Funday on memorial day weekend I broke out in hives. When we got home he gave me a Benadryl, a cup of sorbet, and let me watch The Empire Strikes Back while he got a shower. Upon his exit from the shower (in just a pair of shorts) in my delirious Benadryl induced state I looked at him with sorbet running down my chin and declared him, "SO HOT". He still tried to sleep with me later that night.
6. He takes it seriously when I break out in hives. Which happens roughly every 8 - 9 minutes. YES MINUTES.
7. He bought me flowers after our first big fight.
8. Even though I don't think he gets my humor he still laughs.
9. He's teaching me to sail!
10. We have like 2891308292391 trips planned....well maybe not planned but in the works/in the back of our minds.

I'm so  disgustingly mushy most people assume he's "the one". My sister thinks so, my hairdresser, and even one of the guys I used to date. Oh yes, I went out to dinner and scout out some locations for an upcoming fundraiser with an ex last night. In the course of it, he decided he really wants to start a pool for when Firstname Lastname proposes. I told him it was ludicrous and intensely premature but the concept made me laugh so hard.....well.......... here is how this is going to pan out.

Email me with the date you are guessing then Paypal $3 to amanda@datingismiserable.com for a square. One person per day. "Never" is a valid answer. I will update the calendar with vacations, special occasions, etc. Person who guesses correctly wins the pot. Calendar can be seen here. In the event no one guesses correctly all money will be donated to charity.

So anyway, yes I'm still totally insane, everything is fine, no I'm not dead, and I've missed all of you. How have things been with you guys?