Turkey makes me too sleepy...

I met this guy (no questions about how!), and he started calling and texting me everyday. I tell no lies folks. Every. Single. Day. At first it was endearing (for like the first 7 days). I even consulted one of my friends and she said, "It just means that he cares." Okay, I get that. He cares. But I really don't care to have him call me everyday. I enjoy my space. I enjoy my single life. I enjoy not being responsible for calling you back dude. I mean we aren't even dating.

As the days rolled into weeks, I began to get highly annoyed at him and his 5 times a day calling and texting habit. My cell phone would ring Please, don't let it be him and I'd have a mini debate with myself about the pros and cons of answering the phone. But, each time I would answer. I'm a nice person and I believe in seeing things out, seeing if things will change. Maybe I thought I could salvage this into a friendship. Maybe.

One night we were actually having a decent conversation UNTIL he invites me over for Thanksgiving dinner. I'm sorry, what did you just ask me? We had only know each other for about 3 weeks and Thanksgiving was 8 months away.

I didn't know what to say. I mean what do you say to that? "Ummm, thanks for the invite, but I don't even like Thanksgiving dinners..."

My Brand of Crazy

Well, here it goes. Two of my rather wonderful friends gave me the idea for this blog. In the past few months I've had concentrated instances of really bad dates. Yes, the kind that makes you turn tail and climb out the bathroom window (I will not admit to or deny this).

So, welcome to my brand of crazy. The kind of crazy that I only encounter. The kind of crazy that no one seems to believe exists. The kinda of crazy that invites you over to Thanksgiving dinner after knowing you for about 3 minutes....okay maybe I embellished a little there, but you get my point.