Three first dates.
One extreme googling session leading to one of the guys having a website devoted to him by a woman from his past (I haven't decided if she's psycho, or he's some kind of womanizer, but it doesn't really matter as there was no love match - the date was like a job interview for a job I didn't want).
One guy more interested in me than I am him. He's a nice guy... but just not for me. And he calls me "cutie" which kind of makes me want to throw up.
One guy who I actually though was pretty cool, but don't necessarily get the same vibe from him. Too bad - he is 6'5" and a Canucks fan.
Still chatting with two more guys...
This dating thing is like a full-time job, and so far my only payment has been a tea, a Strongbow and a brunch.
Dating is hard work...