Lo and Behold...

It is so close to Valentine's Day and I have the worst history with girls around this time. The past years I wanted to "have a valentine" the day of and have repeatedly screwed things up with potential interests.

Two years ago: Drunk hooking up with a younger friend and then holding her hair while she vomits. We talk and laugh about it but I try to ask her out anyway. Eventually ask her if she wants to be my valentine. Dead.

Three years ago: Hang out with a friend/roommate of another friend. We watch movies and kiss a couple times. I feel like that is enough precursor to be a valentine. Dead

Lets just say this is a recurring problem. So this year, instead of attempting to do something on Valentine's Day, I will have a casual dinner the night before with Sambas and not worry about the pressure put on me by Hallmark.

And yes I posted this after Valentines Day even though I had it written up beforehand. Fast forward to Monday, President's Day. The following events have occurred:

2/13/08 - Dinner with Sambas. Cooked an Italian based dinner, watched a movie, made out, walked Sambas to subway, separated.

2/14/08 - Valentines Day - Minor email conversations. Invite Sambas to watch LOST and she actually comes. She meets some friends, we watch LOST, intend to go walk around but it's too cold. We get on the train and it's clear we are not going back to my house together. We separate, I didn't kiss her it seemed awkward, I feel like I blew it.

2/15/08 - I continue to be semi-depressed (hey I predicted screwing it up so I was not too surprised). I get an email from Sambas that implies we are going to take our status to the next level and my worries fade away. I go out to drinks with coworkers, she eventually shows up with friends and everyone meets. We drink, talk, and go back to my house.

2/16/08 - Morning. She is here. I have a doctor's appointment so we split but all seems well and I invite her to a show/drinking later in the night. Samba's meets up with us at dinner (decent Mexican food in New York?) and we go to the show. Boredom comes quickly and we leave, go home, drink beer, watch a movie, go to bed.

2/17/08 - Morning... really early. She is here. I still have not gotten used to another person sleeping in my bed so I don't get very long periods of sleep. Samba's actually seems to like me (We get bagels, watch Food Network , eat delicious food cooked by roommate. I drink my first beer at 10:30AM but given how long I had already been awake it seems like an afternoon beer. I am not an alcoholic.
We eat and drink and go shopping for our Sunday dinner. Dinner prep and cleaning ensue. We drink, hang out with friends, and eat more delicious food. We watch American Gladiators and some of Knightrider [shit]. We go to my room and later watch part of Jumper.

2/18 - President's Day - Morning. She is here. It is 60 degrees outside in New York... in February. We have to go outside so we go to her house and she changes clothes. She sleeps on an air mattress. No wonder she likes staying over! We go to Chinatown and wander. It is clearly going to rain and my sweatshirt isn't going to do any good. We eat a very filling meal for around $5 each (why am I not going to Chinatown more?) and do some shopping at a grocery store. We drink boba tea. The rain ends things and we make our way to the subway. It is wet all over but I am feeling chipper from my day in Chinatown and the decent weather. As I walk down the steps one of my feet slips from under me. Four steps later I miraculously caught myself, laughed at my near-skull-shattering experience, and feel like the day shouldn't have ended any other way.

I begin to realize how bizarre, yet great, Samba's and my situation is. I started this blog with the intention of writing about my failed dates and my awkward Onion Personals conversations (which are still happening every once in a while), and the first move [pathetic at best with a craigslist missed connections post] I make ends up with a developing relationship. I don't mind. This is fun.