Here I am saying thank you again--this time for your thoughtful welcome backs! So many people have emailed me saying that weird as it sounds, they feel like they know me. Hmmm, could it be because I have such a shoddy filter between my thoughts and my keyboard? Y'all have been in my head for a few months there!
So it should be no surprise to you that I'm still thinking: Friggin' contact me, SS! He's been logging on to Jdate but not emailing me about a 4th date. I initiated the last email, without much of a correspondence resulting. Last week we're laughing and smooching, and this week...we're nothing? I don't get it. And this whole waiting thing makes me want to throw tennis balls at him. It's not as mean as it sounds--I have a really crappy arm.
The good news? So far correspondences with Hottie1 and Hottie2 have been going well. We're due for phone calls sometime soon. I confess: I'm a little intimidated by these guys. Especially Hottie1--because of his extreme hottieness. Don't get me wrong--I do have a healthy self-image. I quite like me! And I'm thrilled to say that as of last week, I'd reached my goal weight. So I'll hope to keep off those pesky 3-5 lbs, feeling fit and sexy! But still--really hot guys make me nervous. Scratch that. Really hot and smart and funny and successful guys make me nervous. The ones that are just hot I usually don't have much interest in (remember the Venezuelan?).
I mean, I'm not nervous enough to kick the fellas to the curb or anything...I just hope I'll be able to be myself during our phone conversations. You know how I get!!
--Cute Jewess (V2.0)