It happened again.

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It freakin' happend again.

With a blind date no less. He fell the freak in love with me...in four hours.

This is a phenomenon I would really love to study. I might as well. It has happend to me twice.

First my friend called me Thursday night to ask if I wanted to be set up for a Sigma Gamma Chi date night. Sure, why the hell not? What bad could happen? She describes him: 5'7", medium build, got back from Iraq. This perks my interest, a fellow soldier.

The night starts out well. He comes to pick me up. 10 minutes early. That bugged because I couldn't put mascara on...which, in my 20/20 hind sight, was a good thing. He takes a look around my apartment and says, "Wow, nice place. Do you have roommates?" This is a common question. "Nope," I always reply.

I ask him about Iraq. Turns out he couldn't hack. After only two months in country he went home due to anxiety problems. It was something he couldn't help but it could've been treated in country.

I try to exchange deployment stories with him but I can tell he isn't having. His face was very upset so I decided to change the subject. Music. He told me he plays the bass guitar. Cool.

We pull up to Cafe Rio for dinner all the while I'm doing a lot of talking. We get our food and take our seats. He starts fishing. "If you didn't know I was 29 how old do you think I am?" I'm thinking to myself, "You're trying too hard." Since I don't disappoint I say, "I'd guess 25ish." He grins and thanks me. As he was smiling he reached under the table and touched my thigh...no good. I quickly push his hand away.

We head out for roller skating.

This is an Instutute activity. Usually cash only. He busts out the wallet and opens it. Like a cartoon, a moth flies out from where the notes are usually held. I close my eyes and smile while shaking my head. "Is there an ATM anywhere?" I ask. The dude says there's one over in the corner. We start to head that way when his chapter advisor pops up behind us and says, "You need cash, son?" All the while the dudes at the table are tyring to tell him that he can pay later. His advisor drops a fiver and three singles on the table and tells us to have a good time.

WHO GOES ON A DATE WITHOUT PULLING $20 OUT OF THEIR BANK ACCOUNT?
THIS GUY.

We get our roller skates. I tell him that it has been at least 10 years since I've been roller skating. As I was getting back in the groove again he is skating like a pro. "I grew up down the street from here. I was here often." I'm thinking, "Well, while you were honing your skating skills I was out gaining a personality." The only thing I could think to reply was, "Awesome."

He tries to grab my waist a few times. I quickly bat his hands off of me.

He skates in front of me really fast at times lapping me and leaving me alone for a good portion of the evening. That really pissed me off.

All night he is dropping hints about us running around Liberty Park together or me helping him formulate a myspace page or, in short, another date. I smile and shrug it off.

It gets to be about 11:30. I look at him and say, "I'm getting kinda tired."

We go over to our stuff and change into our shoes.

We get to driving. We are enterchangeing between I-15 and I-215 when he asks if he could call me sometime. I laughed. Is that harsh? Laughing?

I think he got it. I thought, "Too soon, buddy. Too soon. Wait until the doorstep."

The rest of the drive was filled with awkwardness. Now I know what this awkwardness is that everyone keeps telling me about.

He pulls up to my building and parks the car. Once the car is off I practically fly out of the car. He's waiting in the car. I was confused. I look at him and say, "Aren't you going to walk me to my door?" His reply, "I wasn't sure if you wanted to hang out." I shook my head, "No."

We get to the doorstep. I unlocked my door and opened it. I thank him for a great time and push my hand out. We shake hands and I retreat into my apartment. I collapse onto my floor, whimpering.

Why can't I find someone to just take me to coffee? pardon hot chocolate? Why can't someone just take me for a walk and talk to me and get to know me?

Oh and another thing. The backpedaling. A Rage Against the Machine song came on and he said, "Yeah, Rage." My quick reply was, "I don't like Rage." To which he said, "Yeah, I really kinda don't like them either." For the love of the children.

Back to the point. I really hate the fact that this happens to me. Does this happen to other people? Why are people so willing to bend over backward for something that will never happen? Why do people need to freak out so bad about finding that special someone?

I guess the irony is I want companionship. I am not willing to quickly change my life for someone that I think might be "the one." What you freakin' see is what you freakin' get. Don't like the upfront, truthful Allison, step aside.