Making an Ass of Yourself

First off, those fuckers at MSN decided to remove their icon from http://www.msn.com/favicon.ico. Therefore, you may have noticed that the MSN icons I had on my sidebar denoting search sites are gone. Assholes. So H3.2 is making me one and the icons will be back with or without MSN making my life easier. Although he told me that I had to yell "I like tits" in return for the favor. My head hurts so I only said it, I didn't yell it. The fucked up part of that is we were having this conversation on AIM. Which means that I didn't really have to say it out loud. How would he know? But I did it anyway. 'Cause tits ARE nice. So back to MSN. Did I call them fuckers enough? They're the ones that show my site when people search for fucked up shit. It's not my fault. Bitches. Whores. Okay I feel better.

This week I finally joined Dating Dummy for Taco Tuesday. I'd been pondering it for a while, knowing that DD lived in San Diego and had this weekly ritual of going to a local bar for tacos on Tuesday evening. I had some trouble convincing H3.2 to go with me, as he is very shy around new people. When I invited Teddy Bear and two other of H3.2's friends he finally consented. Hurray! I wore my favorite silky tank top, some hot-assed jeans and my favorite new shoes. I wouldn't want DD to tell the blogging world that I live in sweats and t-shirts dammit!

DD told me that Irresistibly Charming Girl (ICG) was going to be there and I couldn't wait to meet her! Well, I met them both and we had a great time. DD was just like his "blog" persona, charming, well-spoken, engaging, polite and funny. He is one of those guys that anyone would feel comfortable around. Even H3.2 relaxed VERY quickly and... actually spoke! Real words came out of his mouth I couldn't believe it. When DD told me that he was good with shy people I figured he had his work cut out for him with H3.2. But, damn he was good. I should take him with me every time I have to introduce H3.2 to new people. Wonder if he'd be interested in the position?

So, for all of you Dating Dummy readers that want the skinny on ICG... here is my take on the situation. The two of them had this undeniable chemistry that was almost palpable. It wasn't sexual necessarily, just a sense that the two of them were connected in an unspoken way. DD went out of his way to keep her at his side, always touching her gently on the hand, the arm or back. It was magical to see the two of them together. Although we were in a crowded bar and they were both very social with us, you could tell that part of them was far away in a place that only the two of them could visit. Who is ICG? A beautiful brunette that has captured DD's eye and .... that is all I will say.

For those of you that come here for the humor, I wasn't in top form Tuesday night. The two events of the evening that stand out in my mind were when DD introduced me as "Sam, the most vuglar person you'll ever meet" (or something to that effect) and when our waitress had a little spill. When I say "little spill" I mean a whole entire fucking tray of full beer bottles, shots, glasses and the like. She was right next to our table, one bottle got off balance and she overcorrected. I bet she's a terrible fucking driver, too. She over corrected so much that our pants ended up smelling like we went swimming in a pool of liquor. A hush fell over the bar as everyone stopped, turned and gawked. Someone had the misfortune to ask what happened to her. Was she bumped? Did she stumble? So I yell out: "She got distracted 'cause she was staring at my boobs!" Oops. I guess I said that a little louder than necessary.