The Squirrel is driving me NUTS

I don't know why I am posting this stuff about Squirrel here, instead of on the dating blog I had started back in the day. I guess because I feel most comfortable here, and don't know if I should even bother with posting on that site, as maybe those situations were jinxed because of that type blog. NUTS, right?
So bare with me as I ponder the acts of like/lust/and possible beginnings of love (OK, way ahead of myself here on that one.) But Squirrel has me going nuts because I am too chicken to take a step and ask away. A few posts back I asked the age-old question of 'how do you know if someone is interested in you.' Well, shortly after I had posted that, I found out that Squirrel does like me, really like me on some level. We had gone to a happy hour a few weeks back, and well...let's just say that Orelinde had a situation presented to her and she took it. I know....I KNOW! what was I thinking (actually nothing other than it felt good.) What was I doing (errrmmm, the act that I hadn't participated in for a very, Very, VERY long time with someon I was highly attracted to.) And Squirrel was so cute about it too. He tried to not jump on me, and go slowly. We fell asleep, and I woke up in the early morning, and skipped out as I had something to do the following morning at an ungodly hour.
But this post isn't about my sordid first activity with him. Because after that night, the following week, he took me to dinner (and ok, we wound up repeating our activities afterward.) But afterwards, he is so sweet, and tender, and gentle. He has (had) informed me that he is 'happy', we share secrets about ourselves. A few nights after that, we got together, had gone to a movie, and had dinner at his house, and hung with his roommates for a bit before having alone time. And of course I was informed that if I wanted a meaningful relationship with Squirrel, having THE SEX with him on the first night, or every time we get together is not the way to go about it. Claire has told me, big bro Nelson has told me. Fuck...even Cousin Dee has scolded me, and above anyone I would think she would be like 'you go get yours.'
Then things cooled off considerably. We went for coffee one night, and were supposed to do something then he got sidetracked on a project and I left him because he 'felt bad that I was bored.' We retty much didn't see one another all last week, although in Squirrel's defense, and as a tribute to him, I have to say that when he says he will call me, he does. I had texted him one night (biting the bullet), saying I missed him, the following morning I got a text back saying he missed me too. Last Friday I went for cocktails with some friends, and wound up going to his place after, to hang out. Well plans didn't work out as he got called away on an errand. Again I admitted to missing him, as he was holding me in his arms, and he confessed the same too. Then I went the extra-step and said 'you're so full of shit', to see if he was saying it just because I had said it first. He pulled back, looked in to my eyes, and repeated that he misses me, and that why wouldn't he know how he felt. He was slightly drunk too when I got to his house, and I thought that was a GOOD thing, as I could have tried to get some facts out of him. Facts that I am dieing to find out. I even told him that I had gone to his house with questions, but was leaving with them unanswered. Questions such as: (a) What is exactly going on between us- is it just sex? (b) are we friends w/ bennies? (c) is he 'hanging' out with any other women? (d) does he think we're dating? (e) will this progress to dating? (f) is there any future in this?
I figured if he was crocked and I was not, that he may be more willing to be truthful. He has told me in the past that I could ask him anything. I am just too chicken. And ladies, we all know how men are. You ask them a question, and they get all....well squirrely. (This is not how he got his nickname.) So what do I do? Just bite my lip and stay the course? Open my mouth and see what happens when I question? Or just try to get him relly drunk and find out the truth then?

I don’t understand the male species……Really I don’t.

And for that matter, I don’t understand Match.com either. In a past post, I shared the news that annoying co-worker informed me that I need to get out and start dating. And for some insane reason, I listened to him. My friend Claire asked me about on-line dating (As she is in a good relationship with a nice guy. A nice guy who doesn’t have any brothers…lol.) And I decided to reactivate my profile on www.match.com and update the photo and see what fish were out there.

I don’t lie about my likes, hobbies, or body type in my profile. Because what good would that do? If it ever gets to meeting one of these guys, can’t snap my fingers and look like Gretchen Mohl. I try to get across my wittiness, my love of family and friends, and just be myself. If anyone does want to look, my screen name on match is Orelinde…let me know what you think, in a critiquing manner, insight, pointers, and suggestions are most appreciated.

Anyway, I was brave and reached out and both e-mailed and *winked* at some guys, who Match.com said met my criteria and who I met theirs. (Because, Dr. Phil knows it all.) Well one guy wrote me back and said he didn’t think we were a match. Ok, at least he was nice enough than to just leave me hanging. The majority of the other guys never responded, after checking out my photo. When you sign up for match, there is this thing you must fill out, that allows you to say what: body type, age group, turn-on’s and turn-off’s, etc. that you’re looking for or not wanting in a mate. So if I reach out to a guy, who STATES (body type: about average, curvy) is ok….and they look at my photo….then why are they saying I am not what they’re looking for? I DON’T GET IT! I DON’T! I mean, I am not an Angelina Jolie, but I also don’t think I look like leather face either.

Also, it is taking me forever to get my primary photo excepted on Match.com. I do have three additional photos on my profile. So I then decided to crop one photo and post it as my primary, and it keeps posting an OLD photo of me, from when I was on Match.com in the past. So then I try to e-mail Match my photo that I want to use, and they keep telling me that no photo is attached to the e-mail. ARGH!!!!! *Pulling hair* I don’t understand this! Am I doomed to be single forever? Is Match.com and Dr. Phil both ass-munches, and sucking single people dry? Has the male species just decided to become un-communicative with Orelinde? Damn you www.match.com ! Damn you Dr. Phil! Damn you annoying co-worker who thinks I need to be out and dating!