Stage5 clinger reporting for duty

Because as if my single girl adventures weren't the least bit entertaining, I have a story for ya! I went on a date saturday. He is a tall working dude, and totes 100% my type. Not going into minor details, but I told him I blogged. And showed him someones blog I follow (serious gasps up in here. Don't worry its probably not you). Stupid me I forgot my blog button was on their sidebar...and I showed him on HIS computer. Let's hope he doesn't see my blog. Or this post. Heck, he most certainly doesn't have time for my college girl life shenans.

Anywho, the date was Saturday. Today is Tuesday. The date was nothing less than perfect. (I've never gone on a date with someone I haven't known before. Gulp city over here!) He texted me that night telling me he had a great time. Me too. SCOREEEEEEEEE.

So Sunday happened, and we texted once or twice. Monday happened. I get he has a sunrise to sunset job but he somehow FOUND time to add me on snapchat. During the day. He has time for that but not to text me? Then he snapchatted me...so 2013, I know.

After consulting with a friend, she told me to wait. So I waited. and waited some more. And got a nice haircut that makes me feel like a mom. And waited some more. And finally at around 730 I snap chatted him back. He sent me one back. Then I sent one of my sassy new hair cut, again. No answer.

830? I texted him. LAMEST CONVO EVER. Like yes I do care about your day but can't you just tell me already you are falling for me and we can get married and live happily forever after and have nice snuggle seshes with netflix and cookie dough?

He's going away this week and I just want to say, "Oh hey I know you'll be drunk starting tonight but just remember the cute little short girl you took on a date last weekend when you're about to swap spit with some henious ladies dressed in bunny costumes". For real, I'm watching out for you, homie.

Here ya have it. My problems as a clingy, stage five-er. Not sorry about it.