To sink or swim?

Monday night was a swim party at some Bishops house in Mesa. There is a huge LDS singles scene here, so it's great to get out and meet other wards. As usual, a mass text message is sent then trickles down from ward to ward.

A friend and I decide to go. We drive all the flipping way to Mesa, like 20 miles and arrive at the Bishops house. There were tons of cars outside so I was happy to not be one of the first people to arrive, like last time. We venture to the backyard and hallelujah!! there were more boys than girls. My friend and I start mingling and we find ourselves talking with a boy named Randy. I'm thinking he's kinda cute and would like to see if he'd ask me for my number. But, he'll never do it if my friend is there. So, she is great and figures out it's time to leave us. (she is a great wing man at parties. We get the dating scene and can pick up cues) As soon as she leaves, he asks me for my number. I'm not joking! As he and I keep talking, I'm trying to figure out how old he is. Let's face it, I'm not looking for a guy in school. I'm looking for a man. I never did ask. But I'm thinking like 25. Bummer!

I said bye to Mr. Randy and find my friend in the middle of some boys, none of which strike my interest. (She and I have totally different taste. To put it in H.S terms, I like Jocks and she likes Band/drama/choir.) She introduces me to the group of guys and I sit down and just enjoy the flow of conversation. The guy sitting next to me starts chatting me up. At first sight I'd guess he's probably 23. haha Anyway, I keep taking to him. His name is Bret with one T and last name Green like the color. He asks me if he can get my number. I said sure. Why not? At this point, my friend has ventured off from the group of guys. I'm starting to get hungry and I'm ready to leave.

I find my friend and we are on our way out. This guy stops us and says something about getting a hot dog for my friend earlier, but they were out so he wasn't able to get her one. I'm thinking okay that's great. Why do I need to know that. My friend keeps walking as the guy is talking but since he is standing right in front of me, I can't walk into him, so I was forced to stop. I was trying to get away and told him we were leaving to get something to eat. Big mistake on my part! He jumps in with vigor and expresses how if there were hot dogs he'd love to get me one. But since they are all out would I want to get a Jamba juice with him sometime? I had to give the guy some credit. He was good, and out of the two guys that asked me for my number he was the only one with a plan. So I gave him my number.

After my friend and I get back into my car I tell her about my nights experiences and ask her if she had the same luck. I was sad to hear her say no. :( I've been thinking about that this week and the only reason I can think of is type preference. I'm a blond with blue eyes. She is has red hair and blue eyes. More guys are attracted to girls with blond hair and blue eyes. So her dating pool is a little bit smaller. She is moving in with me in a few weeks, so maybe I can change her dating pool with a few highlights :)

So with all these guys asking for my number, do I want to date any of them, no. But with each guy I meet I'm one more close to the one. So in dating, sometimes you sink and sometimes you swim.