My Bad Moms Wine Country Weekend was a blast. We spent Friday and Saturday night at the Best Western Sonoma Valley Inn, did a Platypus Wine Tour on Saturday, and enjoyed dinner at Girl and the Fig on Saturday night.
We visited four wineries on our wine tour: Peter Cellars, Nicholson Ranch (a rare organic winery), Ty Caton, and Buena Vista. Nicholson Ranch had my favorite wine but Buena Vista had the most beautiful architecture and winery grounds.
It was so good spending time with both Allison and Sarah. I hadn’t seen Allison in at least 6 years – it was great catching up with her and bonding again.
It was nice having a break from thinking about boys. Surfer Dude and D texted on Saturday so I had brief exchanges with both of them, which was nice.
D said he couldn’t wait for our slumber party on Wednesday and said, “Just to warn you, I may keep you up most of the night.” I told him that was fine as long as he helped me cook on Thanksgiving morning in my sleep-deprived state. He responded with, “So what are we cooking?” That’s my boy.
I’m shaking my head at Surfer Dude and am not sure I want to make plans with him again. Our plans never materialize; I’m tired of repeatedly making plans that always fall through. It’s not entirely his fault, either.
On Friday I had several texts from ancient dudes, including Adonis. He texted with “Lauren what’s going on?” I ignored, deleted all his messages, and moved his number to spam. I think trying to explain why I don’t want to see him again would invite an argument and I just don’t have the patience for that right now.
(For those not familiar, my 2nd date with Adonis was disastrous.)
I didn’t respond to the others, either.
Colombian Hottie reached out via Facebook Messenger today. He asked how my weekend went and said he was thinking of me. He indicated that he wanted to see me again, and I responded with, “Honestly, you’re difficult to make plans with.”
He misunderstood and said, “You don’t want to see me then?” with a frowny emoji.
I corrected myself and responded, “It’s not that at all. You’re a bit flakey.”
He was confused and said, “I always want to see you.”
That may be true but it seems as though he has a hard time committing to a day and time. And the reality is that I may be a bit flakey, too. You all know I’ve mentioned his small cock before. So, I’m sure our combined flakiness makes getting together nearly impossible.
Today on OkCupid I matched with a cute 40 year old. He messaged me saying, “Do you like younger guys?” and I burst out laughing. Seven years younger barely registers as “younger” to me.
I responded with, “Oh, I didn’t realize you were a “younger guy”. I’m only 7 years older! That’s a negligible age difference.”
He said, “I’m really 23.”
I told him I wasn’t sure what to think about that. I’d dated younger before (21), but it was accidental. The youngest I’ve knowingly dated is 24. Both dates went well but there were no 2nd dates with either. I told him this.
He made a comment about “having fun” so I made it clear that I was looking for a relationship and that he should move along if that’s something he’d be concerned about given our age difference. He said he was willing to meet and see how things went.
I told him to stay in touch over the next 2 weeks and we’d make plans for a 1st date in early December.
I’m still missing Hayden. He left a hole in my life and in my heart. I miss him so much it physically hurts.