If Anyone is Still Checking This Blog...Could I Have a Cup of Sugar?

Despite my lack of blogging, I have not become a nun. That being said, I might as well have joined a convent what with all the action I've been getting lately. I always thought the Ursuline order seemed welcoming...

Short of becoming the bride of Jesus, I've decided I might jump back into the world of meeting men after a summer of really weird men and really bad choices on my part. I blame DVR. Now that I have DVR, it seems that there is nothing more important than re-watching entire seasons of West Wing and Gilmore Girls, catching all the political pundit shows on MSNBC, in addition to watching regular prime time, working, and seeing my friends. This gives me the opportunity to hide out in my new studio apartment (which I love) and not think about stupid boys.

I'll be honest. I haven't felt so great about myself lately. I can't point my finger to one specific thing, except that I felt like the online dating thing was becoming like a job that I was getting too good at. Where's the romance? Where's the spontaneity?  How are you supposed to feel excited about someone you've already asked  the rolodex of questions?  And why do I keep dating people I don't feel that excited about?

So I decided to just stop, and I was about  to think that I should start getting fitted for my habit, when I heard a knock at the door. I got up from the couch, clad in my red fleece pajama bottoms with the blue and white stars on them, a black t-shirt with a cat-claw-made hole in the front, glasses, hair pulled back, no bra. My place was a mess (like, it was embarrassing) and I almost gasped as I looked through the peep hole. It was my apartment building crush!

It's the guy I've seen around the building many times, and each time he gives me the warmest smile and we just sort of look at each other and laugh (usually because he is holding the front door open for me and my hands are full of laundry or groceries). He's tall, cute, and totally my type (read: foreign. He's from India). And he was stopping by because...he needed a cup of sugar.

Now, I'd like to stop here and make a few points:

1) As my best friend Kassie points out, "who DOES that?" Nobody, that's who. It's a ploy that you learn from the movies, an excuse to knock on your neighbor's door and meet someone. Of course, maybe he just needed some sugar for his coffee. At 9 in the evening. Maybe. But if it were me, I would just go to the 24-hour store right near-by rather than meet one of my neighbors (this is the city, we don't do that here).
2) He knocked on my door knowing that it was my apartment. He had figured out where I lived and remembered me from our chance encounters. He didn't knock on a random person's door...I am not even his closest neighbor which means he went OUT OF HIS WAY. hehe.
3) I was already slightly stalking him and had figured out which apartment was his and trying to come up with an excuse to knock on HIS door when I got the chance. Guess he beat me to it!
4) We talked outside my door for about 15 minutes (I wouldn't let him inside since my place was a wreck) and he didn't stare at my grubby pj's at all. In fact, he seemed like he was having a nice time, as I was too. We laughed and asked questions and it was...quite good.

So either he is interested and just wanted to meet me and now the ball is in my court or...he just needed some sugar. Either way, I've clearly been out of the game for too long because this small, probably insignificant encounter has got me analyzing my face off. However, my dating guru has advised that I knock on his door in a few days and ask him for some coffee...and if he'd like to share a cup :-)