Here I go again.

Met a new guy and I hope I'm not jinxing myself by saying I've got a good feeling about this one. I met him a week ago yesterday at The Stadium (a bar we go to to watch football. He's one of the guys who recognized me from karaoke at the Junction). We've already been out a couple a times in group environments, but Wednesday is our first "official" date.

Here are some details:
* His name is Loc. Short for Lochlaughn (I think that's how he spells it. It's pronounced Lock-land). His grandma's maiden name was O'Lochlaughn, so his mom dropped the O and made it his name. He calls it cruel. I said it makes him unique.

* He also lives in Southie, just a few streets away, in a place he owns. I'm miles away from owning property. Miles and miles.

* He's older, which I LOVE. He's 33. I'm two months away from 29. Perfect.

* He grew up in Easton, Conn., a town that neighbored the town in which I attended college. It's been fun talking about that area of the country and how bad it sucked!!

* He has cool friends and likes mine too. This is huge in my book. Hate the idea of having to babysit a guy around my friends. No chance of that here.

* He already says really sweet things to me, but not in annoying way.

In short, I'm hoping he's a keeper because to be honest, I'm tired of the grind. I want to be off the market. I'm ready to be off the market. Wish me luck.