they should rename it "confusing"

Whoever came up with the name "dating" obviously didn't have much experience or they would have named it "confusing" instead. I swear, maybe it's just because I have been out of the game for the past three years, dating is just a gigantic mess of push, pull, and rules. I used to be so sure of myself and my "skills" when it came to harnessing the opposite sex but now I'm blissfully lost. Don't get me wrong, it's wonderful getting the attention but i have no idea how to interpret it and that is what drives me nuts.
Tonight I had a date with a cute boy I work with. I was very excited yesterday when he asked me to dinner because for weeks I have been endlessly amazed at how much we have in common and at how seemingly interesting his life has been up until now. He's French; born and lived there until age 12, went to high school only a few miles from me, has traveled all over the world, and has many of the same interests and outlooks as I do. Well, much to my dismay, despite the steady flow of conversation, dinner lasted little more than an hour before i found myself being dropped off at the curb in front of my apartment...the date was alright, but oddly enough, the spark we have during work was unfortunately absent one on one. Barely half an hour went by (after of course I filled my friends in on the interesting outcome) when cute French intern sent me a text saying that he had a great time with me and thanks for the company...is he interested or just showing off impeccable manners?

In any case, I'm glad to have something other than my recent stalker on my mind...I can't seem to get rid of him. I finally caved in and called him tonight, just like you advised mom. It went well enough. I told him how I was still recovering from a 3 year relationship with a wonderful person and that I needed my space to invest my time in other things...he said he completely understood and was sorry for coming on too strong, then proceeded to tell me how he almost stopped by my work to "surprise" me today, and also beg me to show up at a party a mutual friend of ours is having this weekend. Did I mention I haven't even known him two weeks?

Aside from dating drama, today I have to admit I wasn't very healthy...I woke up late for class and downed a huge glass of skim milk and packed some high fiber cereal in a bag to eat on the drive to campus. That was 8.30am. I didn't eat again until 8pm when cute French boy and I went out for sushi. It filled me up, but caloric wise, it wasn't much. Now I'm sitting at home, writing my very first blog entry while taking a break from chemistry homework. I'm sipping a margarita and thinking about baking cookies...not so hot for a nutrition major.

So tell me mom, do you have any "I dated the coworker" gone wrong stories?