BA dating ... aka landfill-potential (pt. 2)

yesterday's 1/2-dozen is joined by the following 1/2-dozen. before we begin, let's have our little daily mantra moment -

"Then again, if you spend your whole day
walking through a landfill all the time,
you might come to the conclusion
that the planet stinks."

• here we go!
  
  7. . . . endless love: disclosed as part of pr5air epi5-therapy, for those not interested in heading to the hyperlink - here is the short story:
  confession: (in the best calligraphy i could as a 17 yr old) i wrote the lyrics to the sappy song "endless love" for a dude i thought i was totally in love with my first love who deflowered me.
  theoretically "the first"?! (ewww ... i'm grossing out!!!) he and i attended the same college; we never hung out or kept in touch. several years ago, i was linkedin-stalked by endless love dude; we met for dinner - one of those sociology experiments or something. dinner good. conversation meh. didn't keep in touch after that. i hear from mutual alums that he divorced and married/hooked-up with another gal from college who had a HUGE(!!!) crush on him. not much more to say. will close this with a friend's response:
  sactofloyd: "After reading that confession, I was blinking so fast, if you shined a light in my ear you could have used my eyes as strobe lights. You calligraphied endless love for the dude who Round-Upped you? Waste of a good stroke, if you ask me."
  (o.k. - 'nuff said.) pig quotient. 7/10.
  
  8. . . . jerr-bear: speaking of sactofloyd, he "rescued me" after my din-din date with jerr-bear. jerr-bear and i were partners in an art class, so we hung around each other quite a bit - in class and outside of class when doing little assignments. jerr-bear was actually a pretty good friend. well, when the school term finished up, he asked me to din.
  
  here's the din-din deal ... 2 bottles of wine - a red & white. it went something like this - jerr-bear said, "let's order wine - two bottles of wine - one red & one white." when server brought over, jerr-bear said to the server something like, "break 'em both open. ... oh now. pour more [red wine] in her glass ... c'mon. top it off!" and then there was the soft shell crab appetizer that i asked if he wanted to share; he said he loved soft shell crab. well, he loved that crab lots. so much that he separated the soft shell from the crab so the soft shell wouldn't interfere with his eating the crab.
  
  fast forward during the date... when he dropped me off and invited himself over with the whole - "i gotta go pee" excuse - i let him in and quickly SOS-phoned sactofloyd to head over. sactofloyd called back just in time after jerr-bear relieved himself, i answered, then i told jerr-bear sactofloyd was coming by to drop something off. while we were waiting for sactofloyd and talking on the couch, sactofloyd rang the doorbell just seconds after jerr-bear reached over to run his fingers through my hair. i mean, really!!! wouldn't you wanna run your fingers through that hair? of course, back in the day, the hair came with fashionable high-tops and EXTREMELY tangled SPIRAL-PERMED HAIR. ... anyway, don't know where his is. don't remember his last name. pig quotient? 3/10.
  
  9. . . . drive & ditch: while on a formal 'first date' - dinner + play + dessert - in short, after dessert (not a euphemism), he drove me to my car on the rather empty 3rd level of the sutter/stockton SF parking garage at 12:35 AM; we hugged across the stickshift (not a euphemism), i opened the passenger door while i'd started also fishing for my car keys, i started to step out of the car - and maybe i'm making up the next memory, but i could swear the car was moving a little (just ever so slightly).
  
  anyway ... before i even got my key into driver side lock, d&d took off, didn't circle back ... so i thought, "hmmmmm? that's kind of - not cool. he seems polite. he's probably waiting downstairs." nope. just me safely in my car as i waved to the parking attendant on my way out of the garage. where is d&d now? hopefully learning manners. pig quotient? 5/10.
  
  10. . . . alberto v05: my, oh my. another sactofloyd moment. where to start? highlights and tidbits. let's see ... we were set-up by a client, his car broke down as he was driving up to meet me in the state's capital, so we met formally (in the let's date rather than just be friends kind of way) at a hotel somewhere in/near the raisin capital. (btw, this was the continuation of my "long distance relationships" that had actually started in last year of college.) we dated for 2+ months. i ended it for many reasons, with one of his notable traits - quite a stereotypical machismo thing going on. so my ineffective attempts at breaking up lasted over a 3 week period. we ultimately "really" broke up, and he moved farther away.
  
  a few months after the break-up ... he called and wanted to return 2 of my white/cream sweaters. i didn't want to see him, so as timing had it, sactofloyd was was going to be in v05's town. v05 handed a cardboard box to sactofloyd, sactofloyd played mule, and 2 days after the mule received the goods, the box sat closed in my home for 2 weeks. i opened it up ONLY because i got an irate call from v05 asking why hadn't i called him about the box, blah-blah-blah. WHOOPS?! turns out he had a nice card & some roses - now dead roses. dead roses leave marks on white/cream colored sweaters when cooped up in a cardboard box for 2+ weeks, did ya know that? now you do. (so don't do that. don't.)
  
  and where is v05 now? ... oh - that is SOOOOO another story and a really interesting story. i'll just say that the world is VERY, VERY SMALL. i believe karma has served v05 and me very well in this lifetime. he is now married. would we be cordial? yes. pig quotient? 8/10. (uh ... maybe 9/10, if you count ... stuff.)
  
  11. . . . wb#1 (errr ... #1a, #1b): this will be short. just the little f=m+c in this post. having reconnected with cal gal pal and thinking that maybe we may do a reunion of sorts with other folks, wb#1 came to mind. just google-stalked. still in BA. pig quotient? 4/10.
  
  12. . . . school teacher-frat boy (st-fb): this will be short enough. agreed to go to din-din with my friend's frat buddy. (clue #1) st-fb was a high school teacher. his students worked at the black angus where we had dinner. (clue #2) still fully-clothed, i left his place quickly upon his rico suave attempts. [note to self: good thing i didn't take my shoes off; that would have added a few more seconds to my get-a-way.] afterwards, my friend asked for the download, "how'd it go with st-fb? was he a pig?" apparently, i was my friend's sociology experiment. i think my friend won a bet or something. i don't know where my friend is now; i don't care where st-fb is. pig quotient? 8/10.
  

now up to a dozen ... this share-therapy is kind of interesting. sort of. maybe not. but i promised billn i'd provide some non-pr5air a la the little recipe o' BA dating. more later.