Let's start at the very beginning

30 and single. That was something as a 14 year old I thought was designated for ladies with seven cats, who sat and knitted by themselves in the dark, who were socially awkward and weird. (and maybe a little unfortunate looking) Well, the status 30 and single would be me now except I don't really like cats, I can't knit, I think I have pretty strong interpersonal skills, but maybe I can be a little quirky at times. (not weird, just quirky) I have had my fair share of dating "interesting" men over the years, and that is putting it very politely. I decided mainly to start this blog because a lot of my friends like to hear how my dates go, and sometimes we can't catch up during the week or if its a really bad date, I really don't feel like reliving it over and over. I also thought it would be interesting to look back on all the good, bad, and ugly of the dating scene. Most of my friends now have to live vicariously through me anyway! =) So where to begin? I would like to share a couple of dating stories from my past to begin with, just to give an idea of my "luck" with the opposite sex.

I broke up with my boyfriend Chris 4 years ago (who btw most likely is gay) Let's just say he's a 34 year old virgin. I sure know how to pick em.' After a couple of weeks I decided to go on my first date since I have been single. We talked on the phone he said that I sounded so cute, so that won me over a little. Anyways, he seemed nice enough and the date turned out to be heading in a good direction. We went to for drinks at Gloria's and had some margaritas - and then decided to go to a wine bar when things took a turn for the worse. You say wine bar AFTER tequila. Yah, that's right. Well, this was before smart little Stacy learned that you can NOT mix tequila and wine. So we walk out to my car... and guess what folks? I throw up outside. Yes. oh yes. So then I get back in the passenger seat just to keep the world from spinning, the dude starts trying to make out with me. Um... can you say gross? To top matters off, while I think nibbling someone's lips from time to time can be sexy, he literally BIT my lips. Chomped down on those suckers Some of you might have heard of my "biter" date story. This is it. So he drives me to a gas station try to run to the bathroom and I throw up again on the floor. Lovely. I decide to call it a night... but when I wake up the next morning, my lips are swollen from the BITER. The biter will live on forever lol