Update...

Just reading over some recent posts and it seems that drama follows me (or I'm just a train that has jumped the tracks and this is all just collateral damage).  I figured I've put off this post long enough and for the 2 people that read my public diary, you may have been waiting for the late-breaking news of the Bahama trip.

It was a trip...I tell ya...

I had the most wonderful time so far this year.  I felt like I was in an interesting and meaningful version of the "Sex in the City" movie (which I have actually never seen but judging from what I've seen on tv, I'm sure my vacation was more interesting and meaningful).  I went with 3 of the most down-to-earth, fun-loving, giggly girls I know - it was more like we were a bunch of 13 year olds off on Spring Break and our parents were no where to be found.

We were so excited to be relaxing, nothing could really go wrong.  We didn't set a high level of agenda - our only major goal was to sit on the beach - so everything else was a plus.  By Friday night, we'd realized we were on the General Population boat.  There were 2 family reunions, 2 wedding parties, and a bachelorette party.  So a lot of women, older men with their wives and/or families and a mostly laid back vibe.  It was cool.  We were content to not have to overly exert ourselves socially trying to attract someone we found on the Lido deck.  We ran around in our bathing suits like we were at home and found anything to do that made us laugh.  We played practical jokes on each other, ate anything we wanted, took a million pictures of doing loony kiddie stuff, and just enjoyed each other's company.  One of the head waiters hit on me Saturday morning at breakfast and bought me a huge bottle of Patron for just being awesome to look at.  I high-5'd my gaggle because now we had free drinks on the boat for the rest of the trip.

And here's where the yard gate opened...

The Patron Head Waiter was serious about trying to talk to me and found us when we returned from the beach, and delivered his previously promised present.  Dinner came and by that time, we'd befriended the sommelier, a lovely young Romanian girl with the same fun-loving attitude that we had.  She came and hung out at the table with us while we perused through dinner.  We sat through 3 dinner times, chatting with her and the random and frequent waiters that kept coming by.  The Patron Head Waiter made frequent visits too, smiling, making sure none of us were without or in need.  It was an awesome dinner.  Then, he bent behind me and told me to close my eyes.  I just knew I was about to get chocolate cake! But when he told me to open them (and immediately left), one of my girls had a small box in front of them that they pushed toward me.  Everyone at the table seemed confused.  And when I opened the box and saw the Swarvoski heart pendant necklace, I was too. This was not chocolate cake and actually being unaccustomed to getting real gifts, I didn't know what I'd done to receive it.  He walked by several times, smiling and smiling. My girls made me put it on and all I could think of was how I was going to get out of seeing him later...

He turned out to be cooler than I thought though.  He was bold enough to come visit us all in our room and chat without any sense of nervousness.  He didn't try to sexually assault me (though he was obviously VERY interested in that area) and we ended up having very nice conversation. He asked if he could call me when I got home and has done so every day since my trip ended.

So, one more boy in the yard for the moment.  I have serious reservations but I'm working on not being such a wrecker ball to pleasant situations.  Every one tells me that I don't give friendship a chance and that I'm too logical all the time - well, they don't tell me that. They tell me I should control what I say and let the guy do what he would like to do for me without me calling him out on it.  Anyways, this dude is head over heels and is being very nice.  But, ya'll know this much about me...it won't be long...:-)