I'm hot commodity to 26 year olds

What a weekend?! Busy busy bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz bee!

First, I need some pats on the back for 7 days of NCS (No Cyber Stalking.) Check the counter. Absolutely no cheatin'! Nada, nil, not even the slightest of peeks. Not on MySpace, not on online dating site, and the 3 other places I can look to find info on Ex-ville. I feel pretty good about it, and frankly, the urge to do it is lessening day by day. It's probably due to the fact that I'm super duper busy, I have prospects on MenFarmForMe.com, and 26 year olds are hot for teacher me. But before I get into that...

Painting class is starting to be work. I have to finish my second painting ever by this upcoming Saturday, of which I'm only (if I'm optimistic) half-way done. Half of my classmates are done with theirs'. If I hadn't played hookie that weekend for snowboarding, I probably wouldn't be so behind. (I had tons of fun so no regrets!) So, I have to find time after work this week to work on it. On top of that, we're painting outside for this weekend's class. Stuff I need, but don't have: 2 prepped canvas (primed with a neutral base), homemade view finder out of mat board, beach/camping chair (unless I want to stand or sit on dirt for 6+ hours), and a hat. Oh yes, and "bring finished painting to class for critique." Bah!

Whatever, on to more exciting stuff!

Saturday night was a blast. The restaurant we went to was noisy, but the food was delicious. Who loves Indian food?! I do! The desserts though, not as good. They had a special house "pudding" (Yup, it was in quotes on the menu. Suspect, right?) that they touted as "what pudding was meant to be." Well, first of all, I'm a texture person when it comes to food. It took awhile for me to like any pudding, yogurt, custard, and the like. The whole not-quite-chew but not-quite-drink foods are weird to me... Anyhoo, I didn't order the "pudding", but since OCG made it known that it was my birthday, I got some, "on the house".

Hmmm, what can I say about this "pudding". It looked uhhh spooge like? I guess it's some sort of spiced sugary rice and milk concoction. Milky soupiness plus lumpy rice goodness. Me like? Not so much. Most of my friends liked it though, especially the Gays. Hmmm... Artsy Gal's hubby made a rib-poking comment of how it's important to learn to enjoy spooge-like taste and consistency, to which I replied, "If you're really making that comparison, it tastes nowhere near sweet, and you should be concerned if your baby batter is lumpy." So there.

After dinner we headed off to a bar across the street. It was pretty dead when we first showed up, being it was early. But after a while, it was a good size crowd. Drinks and shots were constantly offered and brought to me. I was feelin' pretty good, pretty fast.

Artsy Gal and I hit the dance floor, intermixing regular club moves with our belly dancing skills. I feel a hand on my waist. First the right side, then the left. A breathy voice of a Random Boy closes in on my right ear:

RB: "Those are some hot moves."
ME: "Oh... thanks." *turn to look at him* (This serves 2 purposes, 1) get hands off me. 2) see if there's anything worth looking.)
RB: "Where'd you learn that?"
ME: "My friend *point at Artsy Gal* and I take belly dancing classes."
RB: "Where? Because I've been wanting to take those classes?" (uh huh...)
ME: "Really? Ummm, well... we take it where we live."
RB: "Where's that?"
ME: *pretend not to hear*
RB: "So is it too early to ask you out?"
ME: "Yes."
RB: "Ok, I'll try later." (Seriously?)
ME: *turn back around to face Artsy Gal and hopes he got the hint*

Nope, he dances behind me. Here and there, he touches. Waist right, waist left, chest to back, nose to hair... Grrr... Is it just L.A. or do guys everywhere think this is okay behavior? RG leans toward my right ear again...

RB: "So what will it take for you to go to dinner with me? I don't take no for an answer." (Ok, alarming...)
ME: "If you stop groping me!"
RB: *puts his hands up in acknowledgment and tries to charmingly smile*

Now, don't get me wrong. He wasn't bad on the eyes, but he oozed all wrong. Numero Uno... Maybe I'm old school or too old or too prudish, but seriously, no groping! I personally find it disrespectful, tacky, and kinda creepy. No wonder High Schools (at least in Cali) have to post signs at school dances. I'm not joking. "I believe the children are our future. Teach them well..." Sing it Whitney! Yes. Please.

Anyways, I did my best to give polite body cues that I'm not interested. Things I tried:

1. Dance away from him.
2. Dance with Artsy Gal and do a sneak rotation so she's between us.
3. See another guy watching me dance and invite him to dance.

Eventually, he excuses himself. "I'll find you later!" Whew! Except... He did come find me later and tried his darnedest to get my number.

"Remember, I won't take no for an answer."
"Well, you're going to have to."

He then tried to get it out of Artsy Gal and OCG. Persistent young boy... All of twenty-six. Finally finally he gives, one hand on my waist right, other hand takes my hand and kisses it. Makes way out the bar...

Twenty-six year old #1. Two more surfaced before night's end... The other two weren't as persistent, touchy, or forward. Both were aspiring actors (why of course.) Chatting with one of them became an impromptu therapy session. Dr. Phil has nothing on me. I should have charged him by the hour. He got away cheap with just buying me a drink.

I think I need to pay better attention, because I can't figure out whether:

A. I look young.
B. There's the Demi/Ashton phenomenon.
C. Horny boys just aren't that picky.
D. I'm the oldest person in these bars.
E. All of the above.
F. More than 1 of the above. (I had a professor that always had this as a choice. Bastard, huh?)

It'd be nice to have some like-age action. What do you think? I need to work on better avenues for that. Suggestions? (BTW, I don't think C's the case, because I think in a minute of talking to me, you know I ain't gonna give it up willy nilly.)

Sunday was all day belly dancing workshop with my favorite Bellydancer. She doing anything: Amazing. Me doing full speed shimmies: "I think she might be having a seizure!" Hmmm, must practice more. It's good fun and Artsy Gal and I enjoy the heck out of it!

I clunked out when I got home from the workshop and woke up an hour late for March. Birthday. Madness! When I finally got there, it was good wholesome fun. Kids were there, and boy, were they glad when Auntie BCOL showed up!! It was the perfect ending to the whirl wind weekend. I'm still recuperating. Grrr for losing that hour!