The Flying Bachelorette

This month I've had nearly every weekend off.  It has been WONDERFUL.  Who knew that there was actually NOTHING to do in my town on weekends?!  I thought I was missing all of this fabulous summer fun!  Joke's on me!  All of my college friends have moved away, and the ones who are still here are married with kids....so I am left to hang out with my crew friends.

Last weekend I was treated to dinner by another pilot. Now before you get all "I thought you said no more pilots" on me.....He is just a friend (no really) and I gave him a set of paintings as a housewarming gift and he insisted they were too good and he owed me dinner. Smooth. Really.  Anyways....we really are just friends despite both of us being equally attractive people with the ability to hold intelligent conversations unrelated to our aviation occupations about things that we would ordinarily not have in common with anyone- but somehow do.  But we had a great time being silly at dinner and helping him shop for- i don't even remember what- at Target.

Where was I going with this......Oh yes.  So the funny thing I noticed is that if you are out to eat with someone of the opposite sex, people assume that you are together.  This guy- we'll call him Art Guy (for the paintings)- takes this to a whole different level of silliness.  Knowing I carry a set of rings on my keys for those moments when during boarding you get creeepy men on your plane- he says...just put them on and lets give em a show. So...I signed the check with my first name and his last name....and then we went to Target where I told him not to let us forget light bulbs and to remember to make sure they were compact fleurescent.  And Pookiebear- his petname for me- we need to get started on our little family- wanna do that tonight?...awkard....and that's where I backed off the silly game.....because as much as I would have loved to have a piece of this pilot, he's a good friend and I don't want to ruin that.  We are a perfect recipe for a scandalous entanglement gone wrong.  Both of us are people who cannot just have meaningless sex and are emotionally damaged and in need of repair. 

Oh and I said no pilots....and he won't date flight attendants.  So realizing that we are obviously attracted to each other, I'm trying to avoid situations that might end up with a "Oh crap! I didn't mean for that to happen" ending.  Staying true to my promise to myself of not getting into a relationship until the residual effects of the original Pilot Boy Jerkface (how mature of me) have subsided.  I will however revisit this in January and if need be- make my 2011 resolution to allow the nature of attractive forces to combine.....if necessary.
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On a related note- Last night I had dinner with a friend and the waitress asked us when she picked up the checks. "Soo was this a girls dinner kinda thing?"  We had separate checks....and were catching up about MEN.....Was she trying to ask if we were lesbians?  Either for herself or for the hot waiters we saw who obviously should've asked us themselves.  Either way- the waitress was one of the worst in a long time- but she tried. Just needed to work on her people skills.

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Polly Pocket Post will happen soon......along with Saturday Night Fever....Tonight I'm going out for a night on the town with one of my friends for a much needed evening of fun....it should be interesting and blogworthy.