I really need to get more blog-active

Yeah, I totally need to get better at blogging.  I used to be able to blog all the time (I used to use blogspot.com) and I could add little thoughts or comments all day long when things weren’t happening at work.  But suddenly, the company I work for blocked us from accessing any and all blogging sites.  The filters say the sites are blocked due to “Dating & Personals.”  Now, I can see blocking match.com or manhunt.com for that reason but I don’t quite understand why we’re not allowed to blog during our lunch hours.  It’s still a little bit unclear to me how writing a blog is going to help us get dates.

Anyway, I moved to my new apartment on October 27 and I must say, it’s surprising to me that it’s simply another unit in the same complex. I am way on the other side of the community and it’s like a different world. Over there, it was like a total ghetto and the apartment itself was nowhere near as cool as where Willona & Penny lived on Good Times. But over here, everything looks cleaner, with better views and lots more parking. And all my appliances are brand spankin’ new. Never-before-used washer, dryer, fridge, and oven. Well, almost all: The dishwasher is old. (I have no clue why they’re replacing all but one appliance but I’m grateful for what I have.)

I “christened” the place on day nine by having a date. I haven’t dated anyone since the ending in July of a rather disastrous relationship. But the whole thing happened very quickly. Though I met him years ago, we’d never verbalized how we felt for one another until Friday. So we decided to hang out on Sunday and we ended up spending the evening at my place, doing nothing in particular. Just having some drinks, listening to music, and talking.

I have no idea whether that will go anywhere but he’s a real sweet guy, he’s totally hot, and I really liked waking up with him next to me. I know what you’re thinking so let me address it right now: Normally a first date wouldn’t sleep over. But normally a first date doesn’t take place at my apartment and normally the guy wouldn’t have to drive 40 miles to get home in the middle of the night. But I’m not exactly making excuses: I’m very happy that he stayed the night!