boys....sigh

So getting back into the "dating scene" is kind of weird. I know I was only gone 2 years, but seriously? I don't get it. You see a cute boy, he asks for your number and.....that's the end? Aren't phone numbers supposed to be used? Maybe I'm old fashioned. Well, the cute boy that asked for my number finally used it. The first time we "hung out" (that's right, not an actual date) we had a marathon of The Office...marathon being the operative word. It was awesome, he was so easy to talk to. We talked through pretty much the entire 4th ...or 5th....or whatever season we were watching....and it was so comfortable, none of this awkward "what's your favorite color" kind of stuff. After that it got weird though. I got one or two texts over the next week, but that's it. SOOO, I'm ready to say "see ya lata jack" and then he goes and says he'd really like to hang out but he's busy with school and has to babysit...ok?

So last weekend he actually asked me out...kind of. Anyway, we went to a movie and ran into his friends in the lobby of the theater and decided to go with them....BIG mistake. These friends have been dating for a little while so they're like, official. Kind of a lot of pressure for a first date/2nd hang out. Anyway, the movie turns out to be a complete bust so we leave and sneak into a different movie halfway through...I felt so rebellious. Anyway, again, this kid is sooo easy to talk to. We made up our own back story (because we had no idea what was going on) and the drive home was so fun. He told me all about his grandparents, his major (aviation science), how he feels when he flies, everything. So here we are a week later and.....nata. This time however I think I can pinpoint the issue....let's discuss my issues for a second:

Severe claustrophobia: check

No depth perception: double check

Embarrassing moments:.....is there any other kind of moment?

How does this play in? Let me explain. The depth perception thing makes it hard to tell exactly where things are and I usually end my day with a lot of bruises on my hips from running into counters, my toes are usually stubbed because I didn't realize the chair was so close, etc. So we can see how the tiny, little, dimly lit hallway in the theater between the doors and where it opens into the auditorium can present a severe problem for someone as challenged as I am. Well I had a panic moment, turned around to see where the doors were, turned back around to head down the minuscule, panic inducing hallway and ran smack into the fire extinguisher box!! I even have a bruise on my arm to prove it....not that I really want to relive that moment. He laughed, I laughed (luckily it was dark enough he couldn't see the mortifying color of crimson that my face turned) and we continued down the hallway. I thought all had passed until he turned to me and asked if I needed glasses or wore contacts. Yeah....no.

So what do we think: Did I totally blow it, or will he give this hopeless nut another chance?