Awkward initial dating

Things we Say:
You have this extra layer to keep you warm--mom about dad
Maybe you should get an extra layer too!--dad

Blurb my brain:
Hopefully those of you reading this will have had a boyfriend or girlfriend before, or this post might not make sense. You know how when you first start dating someone things are really awkward? Like, you don't really know what to say, unless you've adequately Facebook stalked them (more on that later). So you are sitting there at dinner, trying to order something that will fill you up but not make you look like a pig, or ruin your kissability factor. And you fumble for topics like "have you lived in San Diego long? I heard San Diego means a whale's vagina. Is that true?" ok hopefully you guys aren't THAT socially awkward. But you catch my drift.

And so you eat dinner and your date has been going well so you get to that point where you are making out with the other person for the first time. Nothing is more awkward than that, because every person has their own kissing style. (I remember once I sat down my boyfriend at the time [not Boyfriend/Fiancé but a different guy] and tried to teach him how to kiss me. It was not an easy task.) so you two are there, fumbling tongues, and then the whole situation gets awkward. Just. Awkward.

But back to my point: moving into a new house is like an awkward first date. Finding new permanent places for everything, and fumbling around the dark to find the switch (giggity) and just all around awkwardness. How does your furniture go? How are you going to organize your closet? Where do you keep your deodorant? All these things are just as awkward as a first kiss. Sometimes, you may even find yourself fantasizing about your other house (this also doesn't apply to Fiancé. My past boyfriends were bad kissers, and they seemed to get worse as they went on. Lol).

I guess I should announce we moved into our new house today. :) we spent all day packing, loading, unloading and unpacking our possessions out of the hotel and into the house.

Pickles didn't want to make it up the hill in 4th gear, so I had to downshift, and it made me sad.

So when I was done I began surfing Facebook. Now, lets go back to that parenthesis iN paragraph one. If we for whatever reason happen to meet, and then later add each other on Facebook, I am warning you now. I Facebook stalk. I look about a week into your past to learn about you and see what kind of person you are. Sometimes, I will like something from before we were Facebook friends. Sorry. That's how you know I am interested in learning about you. Lol. Don't be scared. In fact, I almost expect the same to be done to me. So yeah. That's my rant for the night. :)