Milk/How I went back to dating the bamboozler

I need to take a shower but for some reason if two people are taking a shower at the same time (in different showers of course, people get your minds out of the gutter) then only cold water comes out so I must wait and what better to do than to write.

So I just got back from watching “Milk” which is pretty amazing and by pretty I mean a great great movie. It surprises me to know how little I know about the gay rights struggle. What else is scary is how parallel the stories are with their fight against proposition 6 and the recent struggle with proposition 8. It’s also interesting that Anchorage will be having a town hall meeting on the 11th to discuss gay rights and if both straight and gay anchorage citizens are ready to start the fight for equality. I am rather excited for the meeting, I have no idea what to expect. It could either be like 10 people or the type of meeting where you expect very few people to show up and then you walk into the room and it’s packed. I miss the energy from such meetings where everyone is united and fighting for the same cause. I will keep you all posted.

So yes the second part of this entry is to discuss how I went back to dating the bamboozler. I feel like I need a name for her since I don’t really want to date someone called the bamboozler. Well I can’t come up with anything so if anyone has any ideas that would be great. Alright so where to start? I tend to not write a lot about my dating life here because it’s just so thriving that there’s not enough space. Haha I am joking. Well I guess I left the last story at the bamboozler dropping me off without saying thanks, and me face planting on the driveway. So the weekend comes around and I go out with my housemates to celebrate one of my roommates getting into grad school. As I’m sitting with my friends, I get a text message from oozler and she asks what our plans are for the night. I had invited her before she left for the Galapagos to come over to the house I was house sitting at and I was going to make her dinner. Now this was all before the incident and I was pretty much done with oozler so I was surprised to hear from her. I was used to going out with her and then not hearing from her for a week or two. But now she wanted to come over and hang out and not go out. So yes my fellow readers I got suckered back in with a promise of a night in and a bottle of wine. So oozler came over, and we cooked some lentils and wheat berries, and she brought some broccolini which gave her some points. Anyway it was a nice night, we talked and I told her I didn’t appreciate that she didn’t thank me and she gave me a gift from the Galapagos. Ahh so yes I was brought back into the trap. The next morning she invited me out for breakfast and the rest is history. It’s nothing serious, a few dates now and then. We both realize that it probably will never go beyond dating, she’s leaving in May to go back to teaching in the village and I will moving in August, hopefully by then I will know where I will be moving. So there you go that is the rather unexciting story of how I started dating the bamboozler again.

Alright so dating, I was going to finish this post but there has been a new update. So this is probably the first time that I have actually been dating people. Now I don’t really understand dating or the rules and I haven’t really mentioned this before but I might not just be dating the bamboozler. So around October I met this girl lets call her Sarah. Sarah is rather nice, and we’ve bumped into each other from time to time. But recently me and Sarah have been texting a little more and this where the dating gets complicated. Sarah knows about bamboozler and is not happy. I was under the impression that Sarah couldn’t just go on dates with someone who was already going on dates with other people and I am ok with that. I don’t understand the dating many people thing so it’s fine with me. But now as I was writing this I get a call from an Alaska number and I answer it and it’s Sarah. Now this is the first time we talk on the phone and she asks me out which is great…right? So now what do I do with the bamboozler? I mean I have to tell the bamboozler that I am going on a date with someone else, but the whole Anchorage community goes out to the same place. So now on Friday the 13th, how perfect is that, I might have the most awkward date of my life or maybe it will be nice. I really must take a shower now.