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I spent a lovely weekend with friends in Catalina.  G (as always name edited to save the innocent) ran her first ever Marathon on, what is arguably, the 2nd hardest marathon route in the US coming in 3rd in her age group.  Another friend, C, ran the 10K coming in 2nd in her age group.  I had originally planned to run the 5K (as I’m not insane and that island is nothin’ but hills) but was unable to take Friday off of work to make the boat ride over.  Instead I made lemons into lemonade (or grapefruit into Salty Dogs to be more specific) and came over on the morning boat in time to see the first marathoner cross the finish line and meet up with my friends husbands at the bar.  I then spent the next 3ish hours running from the table we’d taken over in the bar to outside in order to clap/scream/cheer as the runners came by.  I honestly can’t tell you if the bar locals were amused or annoyed by my antics.  Probably both.

The rest of the weekend was a blast and I had tons of fun with two couples I was with.  We ate and drank and had fun on top of fun with a little side of fun.

I’d been looking forward to possibly doing the new Catalina zip line Sunday morning.  Unfortunately the 8AM was sold out and the next wave, 10AM, wouldn’t get me to my boat and home in time.  I had to take the 11:45 boat so I would have time to pick up Riggins from my folks, go home, and get ready for a drink date at 7PM that I had scheduled earlier that week.  The next boat at 3:45 was just too late.  I stood strong, despite my friends suggestion that I cancel the date, saying that I would feel too bad and didn’t want to be rude.  Even though I REALLY wanted to do the zip line.

It was a hard choice.  You know I live by my mom’s motto of “never say no to fun” YET I am dating for a reason.  I want to, someday, have a husband and family and to make that happen you actually have to date.   It isn’t always fun.  It means I have to MAKE TIME to do it.  Even when I’m tired, or rather be chillin’ with Riggins on the sofa, or out with friends, or in the pool swimming laps.  None of those activities will get me closer to the goal of having a family (a human family as you know Riggins is my baby).  So, just like in relationships, sacrifices have to be made.

I made the decision to stay on schedule instead of canceling on a date even though I had a long/fun/tiring weekend and was missing zip line action to be there.

I napped on the hour boat ride home, jumped in my car, headed to my folks house, picked up Riggins, hung out with them for a bit, drove home, threw on workout clothes, ran my 3+ miles (as the weekend of drinking/eating made me feel like a big puffy slob), hopped in the shower, frantically got dressed and was about to throw on the mandatory date make up when I received this email …

“I have to reschedule

I just got back from Santa Barbara and am exhausted. Maybe we can do sometime this week. 

Thanks”

I’M SORRY …. WHAT?  YOU ARE TIRED?  SCREW OFF DUDE!  Let’s put that aside.  Whatever happened to “I’m sorry”?  Do you see an apology at all in the email?  At all?  NO.  WHAT HAPPENED TO COMMON EVERYDAY MANNERS?

– The dude who says, last-minute, he is too tired to go out.  Apology — nope!

– The dude who just didn’t show up on our date because he supposedly locked himself out of the apartment.  Apology — nope.

– The dud who left me sitting in a bar for over an hour alone because he couldn’t find me (which as I said when I blogged about it was impossible).  Apology — nope

WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE AND WERE THEY RAISED BY APES IN THE JUNGLE?

Here is what I wanted to write this guy last night:

“Listen here asshat.  Man up and get your ass down to this bar, apologize, and buy me a drink.  What is 1 hour out of your life you little spineless weasel?  I’m tired too.  WE ARE ALL, ALWAYS TIRED.  You know why?  We aren’t 25.  We are older so f*ing get your shit together, grab your wallet, and get in the goddamn car.  BECAUSE I GAVE UP GUARANTEED FUN TO BE HERE IN TIME TO MEET YOU.  I chose to NOT do a zip line down through the scenic mountains of Catalina SO I COULD BE ON TIME FOR OUR FREAKIN’ DATE.  I will hate you no matter what you do now but YOU OWE ME A TOM COLLINS SO LET’S GET THIS PARTY STARTED.”

Luckily I was talked down by a friend and instead wrote this:

“Sure.  My schedule is up in the air right now.  Check in with me later in the week.”

Then I emailed two other guys and suggested we go out this week.  BECAUSE THAT IS WHAT DATING IS … GOING OUT WITH PEOPLE IN THE HOPES THAT AT SOME POINT YOU WILL MUTUALLY LIKE EACH OTHER AND START A RELATIONSHIP.  BUT TO DO THAT YOU HAVE TO SHOW UP YOU TOOLSHED OF DULL POINTLESS TOOLS!