A Four-Alarm Fire!

The year's theme has come to fruition, and I am truly EN FUEGO, friends.

This weekend, I think I'm topping MYSELF.

How does one top oneself?

Let me get you up to speed:

3 guys. 3 consecutive nights. 3 different dinner dates. One happy camper (that's me.)

A last-minute entry to the Four Man Plan--the Handsome Canadian--appeared in my life yesterday, changing the game and maxing out my weekend plans like a teenage girl let loose in the mall with her ma's credit cards. When earlier in the week my friend Willa asked if I'd be up for a set-up, truthfully I was a little..."meh" about the whole thing (since I already have 3 in the mix...I mean, I only have so much time.) That is, until I saw a picture. Curly brown hair? Check. Writerly glasses? Check. Handsomely square jaw? Check, and...WOW. He is super cute. I was shocked. I'm not sure I've ever been on a date with someone so...conventionally handsome. Thus, the moniker Handsome Canadian.

So Handsome Canadian is taking me to dinner at one of the loveliest restaurants in all of LA tomorrow night (his suggestion! Sidebar: I think I might be hallucinating all of this.) Then, my tall, blonde Dentist is taking me hiking in the mountains, followed by dinner on Saturday night. And rounding things out for good measure, the Possible Conservative is taking me to dinner on Sunday evening.

If this keeps up, I can stop buying groceries.

To keep things interesting, these are actually dates #2, 3, and 4 this week. I had a snuggly, delicious evening with The Harvard Writer earlier in the week, during which we kissed a lot, snuggled a lot, and debated polyamory in between (really.) I never thought I'd say this but...I am so glad I know that he's emphatically NOT a forever kinda lover. Because he's super affectionate, quite the little snuggle bunny, and if I didn't know better, I'd think we were onto something. But the good news is, I am in the know...and it's just pure FUN for me, since a) I'll never, ever be into polyamory long-term and b) I have three other guys in the mix! Why would I sweat one commitment-phobe?!? (The Four Man Plan is like Prozac for your love life, I swear.)

So as you can see, I'm keeping things interesting over here in Lalaland. Four cute guys, and not enough hours in my weekend. And here I am...ready to ROCK YOU LIKE A HURRICANE!