Ahhh, for years I would ask my ex-boyfriend for flowers. On my birthday or valentines or anything! “Flowers aren’t my style,” no joke cause your style sucks, just like you. I went on a date last night and arrived to a very handsome gentleman holding a bouquet of stargazer lilies. I tried not to completely over-react, but my heart soared. What an amazing jester, and honestly I never realized what a total sap I am. To top it off, he already ordered a spread of cheese and a bottle of wine. He seemed really genuine about taking my coat and pulling out my chair and just pampering me. So this is how women should be treated? I didn’t think this type of man actually existed? Somebody pinch me!
We had a wonderful dinner, which ended up being quite fancy. We did a tapas thing ordering several appetizers to share and a flight of wine along with a desert wine. It was very nice and I was so glad I was in my work clothes still, heels, makeup, jewelry, slacks… because he was also wearing a sports coat and jeans, very handsome.
We had a good conversation and really seemed to hit it off. He was a true gentleman too walking me to my car and kissing my cheek goodnight. I can’t wait to see him again. I am really blown away with his attention and thoughtfulness.
The only thing that threw me off was that he did confess to stalking me on LinkedIn, haha. He wanted to see what I did for a living; I guess double check that I wasn’t a total bum. If I had his last name I would do the same, hehe. I also hope he’s not this fancy all the time. I’m a ‘shit in the woods kind of girl’ on the weekends and I hope he has a down home sense of style as well. AHH how I LOVE my flowers though, so beautiful!
Friday, December 17, 2010
80s Rock Star
I really wish I blogged about this guy before I met stargazer, because now I’m unjustly comparing a good date to another good date. I love these good dates; both guys are so much better than piano man! 80s rock star is a genuine guy, real down to earth, and casual. He’s very much a match for who I am in general and we had a fabulous time together. But I didn’t get flowers…
Flowers are soo smart, any single guys out there, bring your date flowers. You may not realize this, girls take them home and put them in a vase, and every time they look at them or smell them, they immediately think of you. It’s genius!
Okay back to my Wednesday night date with rock star. He’s in a 80s cover band, haha. He’s actually a really nice guy, a little older, but really sweet. I talked a lot about babies though, simply because a lot of new babies are coming into my life with my friends and family. He then asked a question that hit me hard. Are all of your friends married and have kids? Wow, besides match dating, I have not gone out with any other singles. In fact, I could only name one friend that doesn’t live in the same town as me that is single. No wonder I’m in desperate need of a dating life.
I really wanted to invite rock star back to my place for some Christmas cookies decorating enjoyment, but didn’t. Not sure what held me back but first dates just seem like they should end there and not go too late. But honestly I should start following my heart and feelings and stop being so rules based.
Here are my rules:
1) no kissing on the first date
2) no extreme drinking
3) no discussion about other boys or ex
4) meet them out, do not let them know where you live
5) do not talk about sex or sexual things
I guess that’s pretty much it, and I guess that’s why I’ve been such a prude, but honestly I want a boyfriend not a one night stand. Maybe I should just try to kills those rules and see what happens, hehe. Then wake up the next day with a hang over and a strange man in my bedroom. Bad idea, we should stick to the rules.
Rock star is out of town this weekend and stargazer is in town. I’m thinking about asking stargazer to my friend’s holiday party… I would love to see what everyone thinks of him and I would love to see him again. And this time have a real good night kiss.
Flowers are soo smart, any single guys out there, bring your date flowers. You may not realize this, girls take them home and put them in a vase, and every time they look at them or smell them, they immediately think of you. It’s genius!
Okay back to my Wednesday night date with rock star. He’s in a 80s cover band, haha. He’s actually a really nice guy, a little older, but really sweet. I talked a lot about babies though, simply because a lot of new babies are coming into my life with my friends and family. He then asked a question that hit me hard. Are all of your friends married and have kids? Wow, besides match dating, I have not gone out with any other singles. In fact, I could only name one friend that doesn’t live in the same town as me that is single. No wonder I’m in desperate need of a dating life.
I really wanted to invite rock star back to my place for some Christmas cookies decorating enjoyment, but didn’t. Not sure what held me back but first dates just seem like they should end there and not go too late. But honestly I should start following my heart and feelings and stop being so rules based.
Here are my rules:
1) no kissing on the first date
2) no extreme drinking
3) no discussion about other boys or ex
4) meet them out, do not let them know where you live
5) do not talk about sex or sexual things
I guess that’s pretty much it, and I guess that’s why I’ve been such a prude, but honestly I want a boyfriend not a one night stand. Maybe I should just try to kills those rules and see what happens, hehe. Then wake up the next day with a hang over and a strange man in my bedroom. Bad idea, we should stick to the rules.
Rock star is out of town this weekend and stargazer is in town. I’m thinking about asking stargazer to my friend’s holiday party… I would love to see what everyone thinks of him and I would love to see him again. And this time have a real good night kiss.
Monday, December 6, 2010
REALLY?
Here’s one of the latest messages I received.
“hi
how r u today
ur profile and pixs captured my attntion .
u r cut and sincere lady .
in my opinion as a doctor
if u like
iwiill be ur way to happiness
doc cool”
Not only does this guy refer to himself as Dr. Cool; but he can’t take the time out of his hectic 'doctor' schedule to type a real email (not text lingo) and spell check. He certainly captures my attention, to award his email as WORSE EVER.
“hi
how r u today
ur profile and pixs captured my attntion .
u r cut and sincere lady .
in my opinion as a doctor
if u like
iwiill be ur way to happiness
doc cool”
Not only does this guy refer to himself as Dr. Cool; but he can’t take the time out of his hectic 'doctor' schedule to type a real email (not text lingo) and spell check. He certainly captures my attention, to award his email as WORSE EVER.
Pianoman #3
I arrived 30 minutes early to my date last Friday; I wasn’t sure how long it would take to cross town with traffic. It wasn’t a big deal, I sat in my car and gabbed on the phone with my sister. At 7:10; I decided head in and grab a table. We were meeting at 7:15pm. By 7:20, I have a glass of wine to sip while I wait, and I’m thinking to myself “should I text him? No, I’m not that girl who can’t handle him being 5-10 minutes late. I’ll just go ahead and order an appetizer.” As I finish my appetizer, the wait staff politely checks on me to see if I needed anything else. Their concern which was the same as mine, “am I being stood up?” was overwhelming. There’s no way I’m gonna be stood up, this has never happened to me, I wonder if I could get a free dessert out of this? Finally a text at 7:41pm, “Hey, I’m at the Domain but can’t seem to find it.” F-ing finally, I text back the SUPER easy landmark that I told him the other night. He sat down at 7:56pm, I know the exact time because I looked at my watch. As soon as I saw him, I was just overjoyed that I wasn’t being stood up that I wasn’t about to bitch him out at this nice restaurant. I should have! BTW- he said he was lost and he wasn’t that late, are you kidding me?
The rest of the date went well, we ate and drank and really fell into some good conversation about music, and life. After dinner we sat outside by the fire pit and talked for another hour. I am really liking this guy and his tardiness is slowly drifting from my mind. It was getting late; I hoped he’d ask me back to his place for another drink. He lives really close, and talked about all his x-mas decorations and I mentioned how I’d love to see them. But alas, he said, oh you should probably get back to your dog. Hum, really I don’t have to, but I can’t invite myself over to his house, urgh, can I? I settled for a hug and an awkward potential kiss on the cheek. I thought he was going in, so I turned my head and the kiss ended up being a half lip to half lip weird thing. Then he said goodnight.
AHHH, I’m going to pull my hair out, I can’t believe that’s all I got… There seemed to be potential here, but the 40 minutes late? The awkward kiss? His aloof sense of everything is driving me insane. This was our 3rd date, he should have gone for it; maybe I should have gone for it. This guy is so frustrating! I’m not sure what I will do going forward; should I keep seeing him? If he was really excited to see me he could have been there early like I was or at least said he was sorry, instead of blowing it off. And he should kiss me, kiss me long and hard. But nothing; I have a feeling that’s exactly what I’d keep getting from him… nothing. I would have to make all the effort and cater to him, no thank you! I guess it’s time to say goodbye to the Pianoman.
The rest of the date went well, we ate and drank and really fell into some good conversation about music, and life. After dinner we sat outside by the fire pit and talked for another hour. I am really liking this guy and his tardiness is slowly drifting from my mind. It was getting late; I hoped he’d ask me back to his place for another drink. He lives really close, and talked about all his x-mas decorations and I mentioned how I’d love to see them. But alas, he said, oh you should probably get back to your dog. Hum, really I don’t have to, but I can’t invite myself over to his house, urgh, can I? I settled for a hug and an awkward potential kiss on the cheek. I thought he was going in, so I turned my head and the kiss ended up being a half lip to half lip weird thing. Then he said goodnight.
AHHH, I’m going to pull my hair out, I can’t believe that’s all I got… There seemed to be potential here, but the 40 minutes late? The awkward kiss? His aloof sense of everything is driving me insane. This was our 3rd date, he should have gone for it; maybe I should have gone for it. This guy is so frustrating! I’m not sure what I will do going forward; should I keep seeing him? If he was really excited to see me he could have been there early like I was or at least said he was sorry, instead of blowing it off. And he should kiss me, kiss me long and hard. But nothing; I have a feeling that’s exactly what I’d keep getting from him… nothing. I would have to make all the effort and cater to him, no thank you! I guess it’s time to say goodbye to the Pianoman.
Friday, December 3, 2010
Pianoman #2
Sorry I haven’t posted in a while, the holidays get hectic. The second date with the Pianoman was overall wonderful. We had a good time eating fabulous dinner that I cooked, thank you, and good conversation over a bottle of wine. A few drawbacks though, he is a heavy smoker. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t want to sound like a hypocrite, because I am known to have a cigarette or two. But he could barely last an hour before he needed a puff. I just don’t know if I can handle that, I don’t want to surround myself around a bad influence.
We went to the movies and it was great! However, I’m really beginning to think that a movie date is the worse idea ever. You don’t get to really know each other and the awkward ‘should I grab his arm or not’ keeps popping in my head. I wish I would have just gone for it, stop over thinking every little thing. Anyways, when he dropped me off, there was no good night kiss. I was pretty disappointed but didn’t want to force anything either.
We’ve still been talking and might make some plans for this weekend, but not sure yet. Either way, I’m on the fence with him. I really like him, but really don’t like certain things about him; he doesn’t seem to have big goals and the smoking thing is pretty iffy (he said he’s trying to quit).
I do want to continue to see him though, because darn it… I am in NEED of a makeout. I have been so uptight and I feel the need to let lose. I’m not being myself when I’m so guarded and I hate it.
We went to the movies and it was great! However, I’m really beginning to think that a movie date is the worse idea ever. You don’t get to really know each other and the awkward ‘should I grab his arm or not’ keeps popping in my head. I wish I would have just gone for it, stop over thinking every little thing. Anyways, when he dropped me off, there was no good night kiss. I was pretty disappointed but didn’t want to force anything either.
We’ve still been talking and might make some plans for this weekend, but not sure yet. Either way, I’m on the fence with him. I really like him, but really don’t like certain things about him; he doesn’t seem to have big goals and the smoking thing is pretty iffy (he said he’s trying to quit).
I do want to continue to see him though, because darn it… I am in NEED of a makeout. I have been so uptight and I feel the need to let lose. I’m not being myself when I’m so guarded and I hate it.
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Bowler Hat
Does pea-cocking really work? For me, I’m gonna have to say “not so much, no, not really at all.” It’s 2:00pm on a Saturday and I venture to meet a new guy at a local coffee spot. I walk in the door and immediately try to hold back a laugh. I’m staring at a gray pin-stripped suit and a black bowler hat (yes like Charlie Chaplin). Deep breath, I should give this guy a chance, maybe he’s trying to be funny? After a quick greeting I venture to ask why he’s dressed so fancy? He had a speaking engagement that morning with a non-profit he works with. Oh, that’s pretty cool, got me off the subject of his outfit and onto really cool topic of non-profits.
The topic of fashion arose again, when we were discussing traveling and the places we’ve gone and would like to go again. He offered up the best shopping in Paris in during their tax free weekends in July, everything is 70% off. So you can get your Chanel and Gucci for a steal. I looked at my warn out khaki pants, white t-shirt, Timex digital watch and 4 yr old tennis shoes and responded with “I’m really not that fashionable and honestly can’t imagine purposefully buying a $300 anything, even if it was only $100.” Please, like that dumb-ass bowler hat looks good, really??
Throughout the conversation, I was really unsure how to read this guy, I was probably not the type of girl he pursues and he was definitely a little too out there for my down home sensibilities. But we had some interesting conversation. I could tell on certain conversation topics that our 12yrs difference was well evident, especially on the topic of music. What band is that? New age? Huh? I honestly don’t think I can name a new age band, and didn’t even realize there was so many of them.
At one point during our date, Bowler Hat explains that he has celiac disease. This is an “autoimmune disorder affecting the body's ability to process gluten proteins found in wheat and some other grains”.- http://foodallergies.about.com/od/wheatallergies/p/wheatallergy.htm
A back-story: I have a friend that we refer to as “lactard”, you see, he’s lactose intolerant. This is horrible, I can’t imagine not eating cheese, brings tears to my eyes. Double heart fist pump to you lactard, I love you man.
While Bowler Hat was explaining how terrible this has afflicted him and his life, all I could think in my head was “wheatard, wheatard, wheatard”, haha. I thought about telling him this story and my new creative name for him, but I really didn’t think he’d appreciate the humor.
I haven’t heard from Bowler Hat all week, even though we had a pretty good date. He really wasn’t my type though so no hurt feelings.
The Stripper guy has texted me this week, wanting to get together, but I’ve been real short with him, hoping he’ll disappear.
But on a better note, Pianoman and I are going out tomorrow. (haha, “note”, I hope you liked the pun, because he’s the pianoman, haha) I really like him. And I'm hoping for a kiss, but thinking of that makes me nervous and all sweaty. I am such a dork.
The topic of fashion arose again, when we were discussing traveling and the places we’ve gone and would like to go again. He offered up the best shopping in Paris in during their tax free weekends in July, everything is 70% off. So you can get your Chanel and Gucci for a steal. I looked at my warn out khaki pants, white t-shirt, Timex digital watch and 4 yr old tennis shoes and responded with “I’m really not that fashionable and honestly can’t imagine purposefully buying a $300 anything, even if it was only $100.” Please, like that dumb-ass bowler hat looks good, really??
Throughout the conversation, I was really unsure how to read this guy, I was probably not the type of girl he pursues and he was definitely a little too out there for my down home sensibilities. But we had some interesting conversation. I could tell on certain conversation topics that our 12yrs difference was well evident, especially on the topic of music. What band is that? New age? Huh? I honestly don’t think I can name a new age band, and didn’t even realize there was so many of them.
At one point during our date, Bowler Hat explains that he has celiac disease. This is an “autoimmune disorder affecting the body's ability to process gluten proteins found in wheat and some other grains”.- http://foodallergies.about.com/od/wheatallergies/p/wheatallergy.htm
A back-story: I have a friend that we refer to as “lactard”, you see, he’s lactose intolerant. This is horrible, I can’t imagine not eating cheese, brings tears to my eyes. Double heart fist pump to you lactard, I love you man.
While Bowler Hat was explaining how terrible this has afflicted him and his life, all I could think in my head was “wheatard, wheatard, wheatard”, haha. I thought about telling him this story and my new creative name for him, but I really didn’t think he’d appreciate the humor.
I haven’t heard from Bowler Hat all week, even though we had a pretty good date. He really wasn’t my type though so no hurt feelings.
The Stripper guy has texted me this week, wanting to get together, but I’ve been real short with him, hoping he’ll disappear.
But on a better note, Pianoman and I are going out tomorrow. (haha, “note”, I hope you liked the pun, because he’s the pianoman, haha) I really like him. And I'm hoping for a kiss, but thinking of that makes me nervous and all sweaty. I am such a dork.
Sunday, November 7, 2010
Corrections Karate
Not a terrible date. Conversation was good and he seems adventurous, but I honestly have never been on a date where someone has talked soo much about strip clubs and strippers. Not to mention he use to live with a stripper, and she’d pay him back for things in ones, obviously. Pretty entertaining conversation to say the least and I definitely had a lot to laugh about, and did.
He however, would not look at me, which was strange. When he talked he always looked to the side, even though I was staring right at him. Which made me stare soo much more and harder, giving my big eyed 'look at me dummy stare'. Not sure what that was all about. Did he just want to look at the wall? Or was he nervous or scared of my beautiful face? Maybe it's a sign that he is hiding something, not sure? I don’t trust people who can’t look at me in the eyes. And my eyes are real pretty to look at, trust me, hehe.
I really wasn’t too attracted to him, but you never know. Sometimes people get better looking the more you get to know them.
After dinner he asked if I wanted to do something else, but I thought that was enough for a first date. He walked me to my car, and we’re gonna make plans for next weekend, so we’ll see. I don’t see this guy being the man of my dreams, but I would like to get to know him a little better before I pass judgment. A wise woman told me that I should not pass judgment too soon. Of course the stripper thing throws me off a bit, but I don’t know the whole story.
Other news, Piano-pup and I are going out this coming Friday. I’m really excited about that date, it should be good and he seems more my style.
He however, would not look at me, which was strange. When he talked he always looked to the side, even though I was staring right at him. Which made me stare soo much more and harder, giving my big eyed 'look at me dummy stare'. Not sure what that was all about. Did he just want to look at the wall? Or was he nervous or scared of my beautiful face? Maybe it's a sign that he is hiding something, not sure? I don’t trust people who can’t look at me in the eyes. And my eyes are real pretty to look at, trust me, hehe.
I really wasn’t too attracted to him, but you never know. Sometimes people get better looking the more you get to know them.
After dinner he asked if I wanted to do something else, but I thought that was enough for a first date. He walked me to my car, and we’re gonna make plans for next weekend, so we’ll see. I don’t see this guy being the man of my dreams, but I would like to get to know him a little better before I pass judgment. A wise woman told me that I should not pass judgment too soon. Of course the stripper thing throws me off a bit, but I don’t know the whole story.
Other news, Piano-pup and I are going out this coming Friday. I’m really excited about that date, it should be good and he seems more my style.
Thursday, November 4, 2010
How old is old?
I had a great time grabbing coffee today with the piano man. The only strange thing was all his grey hair. He’s actually younger than my ex-boyfriend, but looks like he’s in his 40s. I would be tempted to give him some Clairol for Christmas or something. Anyways, he was a lot of fun; we had some good chit chat. It seems like this would result into a real date, I mean coffee isn’t all the real of a date, it shouldn’t even count.
He kind of looks like a big shaggy dog, the kind from those older movies where the dog talks to you, or the man turns into the dog… I think the movie is actually called Shaggy Dog. I want to squeeze him and cuddle him like a dog. Sounds so weird, but this guy definitely has a good cuddly quality. Maybe I should nickname him pup, piano-pup.
I would like to go out with him on a real date. I think we’d have a lot of fun together, but I might have come across to eager or to young for him, I guess I’m a young pup. Not, sure what he thinks, it’s so strange cause he LOOKS so much older than he is, it’s hard to read him. But he talked a lot about his family, which I love.
Overall, good first date and I’m back in the game.
He kind of looks like a big shaggy dog, the kind from those older movies where the dog talks to you, or the man turns into the dog… I think the movie is actually called Shaggy Dog. I want to squeeze him and cuddle him like a dog. Sounds so weird, but this guy definitely has a good cuddly quality. Maybe I should nickname him pup, piano-pup.
I would like to go out with him on a real date. I think we’d have a lot of fun together, but I might have come across to eager or to young for him, I guess I’m a young pup. Not, sure what he thinks, it’s so strange cause he LOOKS so much older than he is, it’s hard to read him. But he talked a lot about his family, which I love.
Overall, good first date and I’m back in the game.
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Dating Dilemma
I’ve been super busy lately and wrapped up in life. Recently I journeyed back to some old stopping grounds. This brought back some old memories and feelings, some good and some not so good. I journeyed for a wedding of two really wonderful people. They are such an amazing couple, complementing each other in everyway. Their story is genuine and sweet. It was wonderful to celebrate their union and commitment. Good news is that seeing this couple reassured me that my last relationship was terribly wrong; and bad news, I felt taken aback that I don’t have someone amazing in my life to complement me.
Overall, I feel disheartened because I no longer have someone by my side. Now, I have several meaningless guys. The trouble with dating is nothing’s serious; it’s easy to keep things light and fun. It is fun, but I miss the deep intimacy of sharing secrets and thoughts. Moreover, I miss having one person who will be there for you when you need them. I miss pillow talk and of course all the other fun things between the sheets, hehe. I had it once, I was in love, and I miss it.
This post isn’t meant to be sappy, just reflective. Moreover, I want to know where to find a guy who will be that meaningful in my life? Probably not on Match. I saw an add for a free weekend on E-Harmony, I think I’ll be trying it out.
Other than that, I asked a friend’s sister-in-law’s friend (bird hunter) out and he responded asking for my number. Unfortunately that was Monday and I haven’t heard a peep. Another guy (short blue eyes) from match has asked me out for this weekend, but I’m having a hard time nailing down a plan. I just don’t see this guy working out for me and I don’t want to waste the hour or two to find out what I already know.
Talkie Pants keeps texting me, maybe I should give him a 4th chance? But supposedly he’s broken a foot, so he won’t be very active on a 4th date. Way to go, talkie pants.
There are a few new messages on match that seem intriguing. One guy (fire crotch) seems pretty with it. He’s doing his first triathlon, which I love. Obviously he has extremely RED hair, duh. Not sure how much I’d be into a ginger. Plus, we’d probably have ginger kids and need to spend buckoos of bucks on sunscreen a year, so there is an obvious future budget concern.
Overall, I’m losing motivation and steam with this dating thing. It’s time consuming and takes a lot of energy. If anyone has tips to keep me in the game, I’d love to hear them.
Overall, I feel disheartened because I no longer have someone by my side. Now, I have several meaningless guys. The trouble with dating is nothing’s serious; it’s easy to keep things light and fun. It is fun, but I miss the deep intimacy of sharing secrets and thoughts. Moreover, I miss having one person who will be there for you when you need them. I miss pillow talk and of course all the other fun things between the sheets, hehe. I had it once, I was in love, and I miss it.
This post isn’t meant to be sappy, just reflective. Moreover, I want to know where to find a guy who will be that meaningful in my life? Probably not on Match. I saw an add for a free weekend on E-Harmony, I think I’ll be trying it out.
Other than that, I asked a friend’s sister-in-law’s friend (bird hunter) out and he responded asking for my number. Unfortunately that was Monday and I haven’t heard a peep. Another guy (short blue eyes) from match has asked me out for this weekend, but I’m having a hard time nailing down a plan. I just don’t see this guy working out for me and I don’t want to waste the hour or two to find out what I already know.
Talkie Pants keeps texting me, maybe I should give him a 4th chance? But supposedly he’s broken a foot, so he won’t be very active on a 4th date. Way to go, talkie pants.
There are a few new messages on match that seem intriguing. One guy (fire crotch) seems pretty with it. He’s doing his first triathlon, which I love. Obviously he has extremely RED hair, duh. Not sure how much I’d be into a ginger. Plus, we’d probably have ginger kids and need to spend buckoos of bucks on sunscreen a year, so there is an obvious future budget concern.
Overall, I’m losing motivation and steam with this dating thing. It’s time consuming and takes a lot of energy. If anyone has tips to keep me in the game, I’d love to hear them.
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
TMI Baggage
I spent an hour on the phone with a new guy last night, TMI Baggage. Why on earth would some guy feel the need to pour everything out on the table, before we’ve even meet face to face. Honestly I feel really bad for this guy, he’s got a 3 year old, works as a cook, is in and out of jobs, was a high school drop out, lost both his parents, admittedly said he's poor. The up points if you call them that is he got his GED finally a few years back and watches care bears with his daughter. I'm thinking I might just pass on this one, I'm not in the mood for a charity case, I'm looking for someone who's more of a partner and equal. I'm no super hero, and sure as heck ain't gonna try to bail this guy out of his little 'whoa as me' complex. I felt stupid telling him about my super square life of a stable job and career, good supporting family, and my super smart intelligence. Not to mention how exciting our conversation went with his monotone voice and sad sappy stories. Don't get me wrong I do feel for the guy but I sure don't want to get in his pants. This ain't no 'funeral crashers', thanks Will Farrell for the movie reference point.
He's already texted me again today. I'm thinking of responding with, "You've scared me off, take care and best wishes." yep, totally doing it. done, haha... It's honest.
his response "well that sucks..."
that went well, who's next?
He's already texted me again today. I'm thinking of responding with, "You've scared me off, take care and best wishes." yep, totally doing it. done, haha... It's honest.
his response "well that sucks..."
that went well, who's next?
Monday, August 16, 2010
Natural #2
Tonight was pretty good. Movie date, we saw The Other Guys, and honestly probably not the best date movie. Don’t get me wrong, Will Farrell is awesome plus Marky Mark and Michael Keaton, great combo. But not sure if the humor went well for a good date. We had a lot of laughs and Natural does have a great laugh, but now I’m a little on the fence about him.
I picture date movies to be ones that you hold hands or have some kind of physical encounter, even though it’s a bit cliché. I sat through the movie thinking “is my hand in a good spot for him to hold? Should I cross my legs?” I should have pulled some moves I learned out at the bars this weekend such as leaning over in his lap and looking up and saying something like, “I thought I dropped something, ops.” Of course those were observations from a stripper and possibly her Gator (aka pimp). I bet they’d work here though.
I was getting the excited stomach verves which was fun. But when it came to the goodnight kiss, I put too much thought into it instead of just chilling out and living in the moment. I’m second guessing myself and I can’t tell if I’m a good kisser. I know I use to be, but it’s been so long… Awkwardly enough, I started kissing my hand on the drive home, testing what it was like. While sitting at a stop light I glance over at the car next to me, doh, it was some young college girl laughing at me, fabulous. Not only am I now insecure about kissing a boy; I can’t even practice on my hand in peace. Plus, she probably took a pic or video to show to all her friends later, thank you interwebs, haha.
Natural is really great and I’d love to see where this goes, but something tells me it’s not really there, I’m not getting won over. I want to be blown away by someone and taken off guard, and he doesn’t seem to have it.
I guess it’s back to the email board for some fresh meat.
I picture date movies to be ones that you hold hands or have some kind of physical encounter, even though it’s a bit cliché. I sat through the movie thinking “is my hand in a good spot for him to hold? Should I cross my legs?” I should have pulled some moves I learned out at the bars this weekend such as leaning over in his lap and looking up and saying something like, “I thought I dropped something, ops.” Of course those were observations from a stripper and possibly her Gator (aka pimp). I bet they’d work here though.
I was getting the excited stomach verves which was fun. But when it came to the goodnight kiss, I put too much thought into it instead of just chilling out and living in the moment. I’m second guessing myself and I can’t tell if I’m a good kisser. I know I use to be, but it’s been so long… Awkwardly enough, I started kissing my hand on the drive home, testing what it was like. While sitting at a stop light I glance over at the car next to me, doh, it was some young college girl laughing at me, fabulous. Not only am I now insecure about kissing a boy; I can’t even practice on my hand in peace. Plus, she probably took a pic or video to show to all her friends later, thank you interwebs, haha.
Natural is really great and I’d love to see where this goes, but something tells me it’s not really there, I’m not getting won over. I want to be blown away by someone and taken off guard, and he doesn’t seem to have it.
I guess it’s back to the email board for some fresh meat.
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
MOVING and MORE
Dating has been on hold due to MOVING….
On that note, it’s soo annoying that talkie pants has been texting me throughout the move. Positive note, he asked me out on an activity date. He texted on Friday, “How about the driving range?!!” I was wrapped up in getting a Uhaul and movers and organized that I just didn’t get a chance to respond… then Sunday rolls around and he texts, “I guess no golf” urgh are you serious? He knew I was moving this weekend and I told him I wasn’t interested. I just don’t understand why he’s so needy? I am still debating how to make this guy my friend though, because he is fun. Then again he’s obviously not a priority for me right now. I texted back saying “I’m moving, I’ll get back to you later this week.” I really don’t want to date this guy but also don’t want to turn down an opportunity to make a friend. I think he’s interested in more than what I have to give.
Natural on the other hand is awesome! He’s been texting me as well from his conference in Vegas this weekend, I told him to bring me back an Elvis magnet, we shall see, hehe.
I’ve received a few new emails this week, but nothing that exciting, just the same ole “I like to laugh and cook.” That’s something else, why on earth are there so many dudes who cook? Everyone’s a chef now a day. I’ve been responding to the comedian chefs’ with “what’s your kitchen specialty? And can you put chocolate on that?” really lame, I need to work on my material.
On that note, it’s soo annoying that talkie pants has been texting me throughout the move. Positive note, he asked me out on an activity date. He texted on Friday, “How about the driving range?!!” I was wrapped up in getting a Uhaul and movers and organized that I just didn’t get a chance to respond… then Sunday rolls around and he texts, “I guess no golf” urgh are you serious? He knew I was moving this weekend and I told him I wasn’t interested. I just don’t understand why he’s so needy? I am still debating how to make this guy my friend though, because he is fun. Then again he’s obviously not a priority for me right now. I texted back saying “I’m moving, I’ll get back to you later this week.” I really don’t want to date this guy but also don’t want to turn down an opportunity to make a friend. I think he’s interested in more than what I have to give.
Natural on the other hand is awesome! He’s been texting me as well from his conference in Vegas this weekend, I told him to bring me back an Elvis magnet, we shall see, hehe.
I’ve received a few new emails this week, but nothing that exciting, just the same ole “I like to laugh and cook.” That’s something else, why on earth are there so many dudes who cook? Everyone’s a chef now a day. I’ve been responding to the comedian chefs’ with “what’s your kitchen specialty? And can you put chocolate on that?” really lame, I need to work on my material.
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Natural
Disclaimer: this blog isn't that humorous, so expect to say "ahhh" more than "lol".
Natural, no more lazy-eyed daughter
This guy definitely gets a new name. I like him; he was funny and nice and really relatable. We had a great time. I even spilled queso all over myself and he laughed, hehe. I even sopped up the yummy cheesy goodness with my tongue (we didn't have napkins, even if we did I'm opt for savoring the cheese). The conversation felt natural and not forced. He was interesting and cute. I think it only took 5 minutes for me to stop staring at his one challenged eye before I realized this guy was very much my style. We had a lot in common and even a few mutual friends.
We were able to talk and laugh and just enjoy ourselves, he even said it’s the best MATCH date he’s ever had, and I believed him because it was definitely the best MATCH date for me. I also learned some fun facts. Did you know the record for a person being struck by lightning and surviving is 7? now ya do.
I can’t think of any weird or awkward moments. It was really refreshing and natural. Oh wait; there might have been one moment. I’m not that big on kissing on the first date. I semi-expected it when it happened, but it still caught me off guard. I think from my end it was a bit weak with a little nervous giggle. But it wasn’t too bad, definitely better than talkie pants. And I want more, hehe.
I’m trying to rack my brain about what might throw me off from this guy and it’s difficult. He seems to have a lot of positive energy and a great attitude. I definitely want to find out more.
I think overall it was a success; he texted this morning saying he had a great time and can’t wait to see me again. We shall see, I have a good feeling about this guy.
Natural, no more lazy-eyed daughter
This guy definitely gets a new name. I like him; he was funny and nice and really relatable. We had a great time. I even spilled queso all over myself and he laughed, hehe. I even sopped up the yummy cheesy goodness with my tongue (we didn't have napkins, even if we did I'm opt for savoring the cheese). The conversation felt natural and not forced. He was interesting and cute. I think it only took 5 minutes for me to stop staring at his one challenged eye before I realized this guy was very much my style. We had a lot in common and even a few mutual friends.
We were able to talk and laugh and just enjoy ourselves, he even said it’s the best MATCH date he’s ever had, and I believed him because it was definitely the best MATCH date for me. I also learned some fun facts. Did you know the record for a person being struck by lightning and surviving is 7? now ya do.
I can’t think of any weird or awkward moments. It was really refreshing and natural. Oh wait; there might have been one moment. I’m not that big on kissing on the first date. I semi-expected it when it happened, but it still caught me off guard. I think from my end it was a bit weak with a little nervous giggle. But it wasn’t too bad, definitely better than talkie pants. And I want more, hehe.
I’m trying to rack my brain about what might throw me off from this guy and it’s difficult. He seems to have a lot of positive energy and a great attitude. I definitely want to find out more.
I think overall it was a success; he texted this morning saying he had a great time and can’t wait to see me again. We shall see, I have a good feeling about this guy.
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Talkie Pants Date #3
He should get an E for Effort? a D for Dumbass? maybe a C for Courageous? B for Ballsey? No, no it’s definitely an A for After last night I will never see you again.
Summary of 3rd date for 3rd grade readers:
Boy talks a lot.
Boy likes girl.
Girl does not like boy in “that way”.
Boy tries to convince girl to date him.
Boy kisses girl.
Girl giggles in nervous laughter at boy kissing attempt.
Girl tells boy she’s not feeling ‘it’.
Boy kisses girl again.
Girl repeats that she’s NOT FEELING ‘IT’.
Next day, boy texts girl about a 4th date. WTF?
When it comes down to it, I really want to find someone who likes to do more things than talk and talk and talk. And it’s a lot of energy to continue conversations for hours and hours. Plus, with talkie pants, it seems that a lot of time and energy must be spent on talking whether it’s about him, me or even the weather, hehe. I think I’d like to spend that time more with myself or just in my own brain. I don’t necessarily want to share every thought I have and be in constant communication. Plus, the talking feels more like gibber gabber than humorous or fun. It’s talking for the sake of talking.
We have gone out 3 times in less than a week, which seems like a lot. Plus, I still just wasn’t feeling any sparks or “I want to rip your clothes off vibes.” I just felt like I was hesitating on the decision to ‘date’ or ‘friend’ him. I guess the hesitation really gives me my answer, which is ‘friend’. I’m just not that into him.
He asked what it was I didn’t like about him and I told him several things,
1) You don’t have a ‘pause’ button, and silence would be nice sometimes
2) I don’t like your schedule
3) I didn’t like how we got into the soft opening of that restaurant
4) I don’t like your job
5) I like to do more things than eat, and would like to date someone more active.
His response
1) I don’t like silence and I LOVE to talk, talking makes me happy
2) I don’t like your schedule
3) I really had an invitation to that opening and I would never weasel my way into something like that
4) It’s just a job
5) I will be more than happy to do anything you want me to. “you pick and activity and I am there, … you can peg me with tennis balls if that makes you happy.”
I’m really not sure what to do now. This guy seems desperate to hang on to a girl that told him she wasn’t really interested. The sad thing is that I’d like to have him as a friend and someone to talk to once in a while. He really is a good talker, but I really don’t want to date him or kiss him ever again. It really was like kissing my brother or cousin, just seemed WRONG. Note: I’ve never kissed my brother or cousin, but I’d imagine it’d be like kissing talkie pants.
I figure my options here are to 1) ignore his text and calls and never talk to him again, 2) send an email telling him I really don’t want to date him but if we could be friends that would be fun 3) give it one more shot and put him through Dating ‘BOOTCAMP’
Dating ‘BOOTCAMP’- I have several ideas for this. Phase I will consist of fun outdoor activities. Anyone whose life consists of sitting in A/C would find this phase to be miserable and send them home crying. Activities would include, running the lake at my pace, this guy would not make it one mile. Followed by tennis or a pick up game of Ultimate Frisbee, maybe some sand volleyball and a 20minute swim just to be nice and let him cool off. Then I would commence Phase II, cigarettes and alcohol. Get all my friends together and scare this guy shit-less, I know it can be done. He would be running home so fast that he would be speechless. Not to mention, I would throw some extra farts and burps and crudeness in the mix, coupled with short tight shorts that show my cottage cheese thighs and tummy fat rolls. MAHWAHAHAHA, it’s a good plan.
Other dating news
I have a new date tonight with Lazy-eyed Daughter. The new adjective was at the suggestion of friends. My goal is to spend the night getting to know him and not his lazy eye. I’m not even sure if he has a lazy eye, there just seems to be a few questionable pictures on his profile. Anyways, I’m excited at this new prospect and I will keep you posted.
Summary of 3rd date for 3rd grade readers:
Boy talks a lot.
Boy likes girl.
Girl does not like boy in “that way”.
Boy tries to convince girl to date him.
Boy kisses girl.
Girl giggles in nervous laughter at boy kissing attempt.
Girl tells boy she’s not feeling ‘it’.
Boy kisses girl again.
Girl repeats that she’s NOT FEELING ‘IT’.
Next day, boy texts girl about a 4th date. WTF?
When it comes down to it, I really want to find someone who likes to do more things than talk and talk and talk. And it’s a lot of energy to continue conversations for hours and hours. Plus, with talkie pants, it seems that a lot of time and energy must be spent on talking whether it’s about him, me or even the weather, hehe. I think I’d like to spend that time more with myself or just in my own brain. I don’t necessarily want to share every thought I have and be in constant communication. Plus, the talking feels more like gibber gabber than humorous or fun. It’s talking for the sake of talking.
We have gone out 3 times in less than a week, which seems like a lot. Plus, I still just wasn’t feeling any sparks or “I want to rip your clothes off vibes.” I just felt like I was hesitating on the decision to ‘date’ or ‘friend’ him. I guess the hesitation really gives me my answer, which is ‘friend’. I’m just not that into him.
He asked what it was I didn’t like about him and I told him several things,
1) You don’t have a ‘pause’ button, and silence would be nice sometimes
2) I don’t like your schedule
3) I didn’t like how we got into the soft opening of that restaurant
4) I don’t like your job
5) I like to do more things than eat, and would like to date someone more active.
His response
1) I don’t like silence and I LOVE to talk, talking makes me happy
2) I don’t like your schedule
3) I really had an invitation to that opening and I would never weasel my way into something like that
4) It’s just a job
5) I will be more than happy to do anything you want me to. “you pick and activity and I am there, … you can peg me with tennis balls if that makes you happy.”
I’m really not sure what to do now. This guy seems desperate to hang on to a girl that told him she wasn’t really interested. The sad thing is that I’d like to have him as a friend and someone to talk to once in a while. He really is a good talker, but I really don’t want to date him or kiss him ever again. It really was like kissing my brother or cousin, just seemed WRONG. Note: I’ve never kissed my brother or cousin, but I’d imagine it’d be like kissing talkie pants.
I figure my options here are to 1) ignore his text and calls and never talk to him again, 2) send an email telling him I really don’t want to date him but if we could be friends that would be fun 3) give it one more shot and put him through Dating ‘BOOTCAMP’
Dating ‘BOOTCAMP’- I have several ideas for this. Phase I will consist of fun outdoor activities. Anyone whose life consists of sitting in A/C would find this phase to be miserable and send them home crying. Activities would include, running the lake at my pace, this guy would not make it one mile. Followed by tennis or a pick up game of Ultimate Frisbee, maybe some sand volleyball and a 20minute swim just to be nice and let him cool off. Then I would commence Phase II, cigarettes and alcohol. Get all my friends together and scare this guy shit-less, I know it can be done. He would be running home so fast that he would be speechless. Not to mention, I would throw some extra farts and burps and crudeness in the mix, coupled with short tight shorts that show my cottage cheese thighs and tummy fat rolls. MAHWAHAHAHA, it’s a good plan.
Other dating news
I have a new date tonight with Lazy-eyed Daughter. The new adjective was at the suggestion of friends. My goal is to spend the night getting to know him and not his lazy eye. I’m not even sure if he has a lazy eye, there just seems to be a few questionable pictures on his profile. Anyways, I’m excited at this new prospect and I will keep you posted.
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Trailer, the Second Sunday Date
I guess it was a good thing I was so hung-over on Sunday because eating 2 gigantic meals was much needed. That’s just about all I have to say in regards to the second date, “Thank god there was food because there wasn’t a lot of anything else.”
Trailer got the nickname trailer because the original plan was to go to the food trailers and conduct a food crawl. AWESOME IDEA, really inventive and sounded like a lot of fun. Well, he picks me up and we have a change of plan. Since it’s hot outside (wasn’t that hot) he thought we should go to a sit down restaurant instead. “Sounds good to me,” honestly I’m still hung over and just need more greasy food to stuff my face to get over the terrible night before.
The entire date he sits across from me, slowly cutting his food with a knife and fork and starring at me with a blank impression. He slowly brought the fork to mouth and chewed even slower. He barely added to conversation and when I asked questions he blankly responded. I spent most of the time watching the band, re-reading the menu and ordering more iced tea, while he still slowly chewed on whatever curd of food was lodged between his teeth. Oh and his teeth, yuck. They were crooked ever so slightly that you weren’t able to tell in his profile pictures, but man up close, not pretty.
I still impressed him enough to ask me out again, but I’m thinking there’s not much there for a 2nd date. A part of me wonders if he was just nervous; hum? I’ll sit on this one for a while, but I don’t want to waste another hour if it’s going to be that BORING, I’ve got better things to do.
Trailer got the nickname trailer because the original plan was to go to the food trailers and conduct a food crawl. AWESOME IDEA, really inventive and sounded like a lot of fun. Well, he picks me up and we have a change of plan. Since it’s hot outside (wasn’t that hot) he thought we should go to a sit down restaurant instead. “Sounds good to me,” honestly I’m still hung over and just need more greasy food to stuff my face to get over the terrible night before.
The entire date he sits across from me, slowly cutting his food with a knife and fork and starring at me with a blank impression. He slowly brought the fork to mouth and chewed even slower. He barely added to conversation and when I asked questions he blankly responded. I spent most of the time watching the band, re-reading the menu and ordering more iced tea, while he still slowly chewed on whatever curd of food was lodged between his teeth. Oh and his teeth, yuck. They were crooked ever so slightly that you weren’t able to tell in his profile pictures, but man up close, not pretty.
I still impressed him enough to ask me out again, but I’m thinking there’s not much there for a 2nd date. A part of me wonders if he was just nervous; hum? I’ll sit on this one for a while, but I don’t want to waste another hour if it’s going to be that BORING, I’ve got better things to do.
Talkie Pants Date #2
Date #2 with talkie pants was pretty interesting. I told him the night before about needing a new mattress and we scheduled a COSTCO outing. Little did I know that the night before drunkenness, I spilled all the beans about my weight issues and eating chips & queso like there’s no tomorrow. I pretty much told him all those beautiful embarrassing things you save for at least a month into the relationship before letting this guy know all your body conscious issues.
I’m beginning to realize there’s no down time with this guy. It seems like we’re in constant conversation, which isn’t bad, but at the same time it’s a bit exhausting. COSTCO was fun but we needed food and decided to venture to a convenient breakfast place located within the same parking lot. As we’re walking in the door, the hostesses ask if we have our invitation for their “soft opening.” I immediately begin to turn tail, knowing we don’t have an invitation. He however decides to pull out his “credentials” and talk our way into the soft opening. This slightly annoyed me simply because I don’t like to weasel my way into anything and it wouldn’t have been a big deal to go across the street to someplace else. Oh well, I guess my hangover from the night before limited my capability to fight my urge for food, and was excited to get a 3 course meal handed in front of me.
Conversation was good; we discussed everything from strip clubs and Vegas to weddings and babies. I guess sometimes those all go hand and hand. At one point I began to yawn, knowing that my much needed sleep was catching up to me. He asked if he was a bore and I responded with, “you’re not boring at all, that’s one thing I really like about you.” I giggled in my head when I found the opportunity to say this because of the first date thoughts, haha.
2nd date with talkie pants ended well with a nice hug and we’re scheduled for a 3rd dinner date. I’m picking him up tonight and we shall see. I think this will be the final determination as to how I’m feeling about him.
I like him, but not sure if it’s really there. There are a few things that still bother me and make me think he’s still a bit of a narcissist. Plus, I’m not sure if the physical attraction is there, he’s just not some guy that I want to rip his clothes off. In fact, I’m hoping they stay on. Hum, yeah maybe I’m really not into this guy. On the other hand, I like his personality and his outgoingness. Plus he keeps asking me out and I enjoy spending time with him so it’s hard to say no.
I’m beginning to realize there’s no down time with this guy. It seems like we’re in constant conversation, which isn’t bad, but at the same time it’s a bit exhausting. COSTCO was fun but we needed food and decided to venture to a convenient breakfast place located within the same parking lot. As we’re walking in the door, the hostesses ask if we have our invitation for their “soft opening.” I immediately begin to turn tail, knowing we don’t have an invitation. He however decides to pull out his “credentials” and talk our way into the soft opening. This slightly annoyed me simply because I don’t like to weasel my way into anything and it wouldn’t have been a big deal to go across the street to someplace else. Oh well, I guess my hangover from the night before limited my capability to fight my urge for food, and was excited to get a 3 course meal handed in front of me.
Conversation was good; we discussed everything from strip clubs and Vegas to weddings and babies. I guess sometimes those all go hand and hand. At one point I began to yawn, knowing that my much needed sleep was catching up to me. He asked if he was a bore and I responded with, “you’re not boring at all, that’s one thing I really like about you.” I giggled in my head when I found the opportunity to say this because of the first date thoughts, haha.
2nd date with talkie pants ended well with a nice hug and we’re scheduled for a 3rd dinner date. I’m picking him up tonight and we shall see. I think this will be the final determination as to how I’m feeling about him.
I like him, but not sure if it’s really there. There are a few things that still bother me and make me think he’s still a bit of a narcissist. Plus, I’m not sure if the physical attraction is there, he’s just not some guy that I want to rip his clothes off. In fact, I’m hoping they stay on. Hum, yeah maybe I’m really not into this guy. On the other hand, I like his personality and his outgoingness. Plus he keeps asking me out and I enjoy spending time with him so it’s hard to say no.
Saturday texting debacle
After a festive Saturday night of drinking with friends, it seemed like an excellent idea to text like crazy with a few boys from MATCH. My texts from Saturday night (just a few):
1) “buzzed you wanta come get me?”
2) “what are you doing 2nite besides thiking of me”
3) “friends, dont fall down now”
4) “it’s a song silly pants”
5) “trivia question hard when drunk”
6) “if I could figure out 2 take a pic of a pineapple w sunglasses u would have it”
7) “just spilt beer every goodnight call me 2morrow”
Surprisingly enough, both boys called me Sunday to go out, are they desperate or something?
1) “buzzed you wanta come get me?”
2) “what are you doing 2nite besides thiking of me”
3) “friends, dont fall down now”
4) “it’s a song silly pants”
5) “trivia question hard when drunk”
6) “if I could figure out 2 take a pic of a pineapple w sunglasses u would have it”
7) “just spilt beer every goodnight call me 2morrow”
Surprisingly enough, both boys called me Sunday to go out, are they desperate or something?
Thursday, July 29, 2010
TALKIE PANTS
Thoughts right before my first lunch date:
I don’t know why I’m so nervous, I really feel like I’m going to shit myself. Urgh, maybe dating isn’t for me. Actually I think the cheerios from this morning just kicked in, maybe I really am going to shit myself.
Oh well, don’t want to be late, so I better get going. Best of luck to me.
THE DATE WITH TALKIE PANTS:
The forecast is 90% blabber. It’s really great that my first lunch date loves to talk and he talks about anything. And he asked questions too, although not any good ones, but I just can’t tell exactly who this guy is. I think he’s a bit of a narcissist, because he made such a big point of explaining that he’s not, which is weird. Wow, and how much prodding does this guy have to do into my match dating life. He says he’s had a hard time finding girls, but he gets 20 emails a week off match. I really doubt he’s that hard up on getting dates, and I feel like I’m just another number. But I guess that’s the match world, you’re supposed to explore and see who you meet. I’m doing that too, and he happens to be a number on my list.
I learned one thing, I honestly CANNOT take a compliment; I don’t know what’s wrong with me. He kept saying, “You must get 50 or emails a week because you’re beautiful, smart and funny.” He kept saying that over and over. I just shrug and say “thank you, I know”. Then he’d say it again, I’m not sure if I’m suppose to compliment him back? Is that why he kept repeating himself? I could have said something like, “I really like your smile.” Actually I don’t even know if I liked his smile, not sure if I liked much about him, besides the fact that this guy definitely isn’t boring. “I like that you’re not boring.”
He divulged the fact that he eats cereal pretty much for every meal, kind of weird. He’s a 37 year old bachelor eating cereal by himself 6 days a week. When you say it out loud I guess that’s about right. I believe the most awkward moment was when he’d ask me, “tell me something about yourself.” I hate being prompted, because my mind goes blank. I ummm…. Ummm…. I can’t think of a goddamn thing right now, shit, think of something, say something, awkward silence. “I don’t know, what do you want to know?” I like it better when you just talk and it’s not forced by an open ended question, urgh. Or when he asks me to “say something funny”, urgh, “you’re really pissing me off right now, is that funny?” instead I giggle and god only knows what I said.
But the #1 moment of the date, which should go on a wall of shame is… I was explaining how I came up with one of my latest before and after phrases, “holy shit stain.” And how I was inspired by my trip to Peru. DOH! My attempt at saving this conversation was to explain the sanitary conditions of Peru. This led him to ask about the hole in the ground toilets and how you had to bring your own paper. He did have an excellent question about how the locals wiped? I responded by saying “they’re probably like dogs, rubbing their butts on the ground.” Picturing a Sherpa scooting over a pile of leaves. He accidentally thought I said something about “they have licking dogs.” Good times. You gotta love the fact that I brought ‘poop’ up over a full plate of food, score one for me.
Dating is like an outer body experience for me. I know I’m on this date and I know I’m talking to this guy, but I have no clue how this is progressing. And the entire time, I’m confused as to whether or not I’m liking or not liking the guy sitting across from me. It feels really judgey too. For example, at times I think “what he just said was stupid, oh crap what I just said was stupid, shit I was thinking and I don’t know where the conversation went, pay attention.”
Overall the date seemed a success, and he immediately asked me out again. Gave me the option of telling him what night I’m free and it’s a date. I will take the opportunity of the second date to see if I’m attracted to him, the first physical attraction wasn’t there, but sometimes it doesn’t happen until you get to know someone. So yes, I definitely plan on seeing him again, I just have to pick a night.
Other dating news... I have a few dates in work for this weekend, so I'll keep the posts coming.
I don’t know why I’m so nervous, I really feel like I’m going to shit myself. Urgh, maybe dating isn’t for me. Actually I think the cheerios from this morning just kicked in, maybe I really am going to shit myself.
Oh well, don’t want to be late, so I better get going. Best of luck to me.
THE DATE WITH TALKIE PANTS:
The forecast is 90% blabber. It’s really great that my first lunch date loves to talk and he talks about anything. And he asked questions too, although not any good ones, but I just can’t tell exactly who this guy is. I think he’s a bit of a narcissist, because he made such a big point of explaining that he’s not, which is weird. Wow, and how much prodding does this guy have to do into my match dating life. He says he’s had a hard time finding girls, but he gets 20 emails a week off match. I really doubt he’s that hard up on getting dates, and I feel like I’m just another number. But I guess that’s the match world, you’re supposed to explore and see who you meet. I’m doing that too, and he happens to be a number on my list.
I learned one thing, I honestly CANNOT take a compliment; I don’t know what’s wrong with me. He kept saying, “You must get 50 or emails a week because you’re beautiful, smart and funny.” He kept saying that over and over. I just shrug and say “thank you, I know”. Then he’d say it again, I’m not sure if I’m suppose to compliment him back? Is that why he kept repeating himself? I could have said something like, “I really like your smile.” Actually I don’t even know if I liked his smile, not sure if I liked much about him, besides the fact that this guy definitely isn’t boring. “I like that you’re not boring.”
He divulged the fact that he eats cereal pretty much for every meal, kind of weird. He’s a 37 year old bachelor eating cereal by himself 6 days a week. When you say it out loud I guess that’s about right. I believe the most awkward moment was when he’d ask me, “tell me something about yourself.” I hate being prompted, because my mind goes blank. I ummm…. Ummm…. I can’t think of a goddamn thing right now, shit, think of something, say something, awkward silence. “I don’t know, what do you want to know?” I like it better when you just talk and it’s not forced by an open ended question, urgh. Or when he asks me to “say something funny”, urgh, “you’re really pissing me off right now, is that funny?” instead I giggle and god only knows what I said.
But the #1 moment of the date, which should go on a wall of shame is… I was explaining how I came up with one of my latest before and after phrases, “holy shit stain.” And how I was inspired by my trip to Peru. DOH! My attempt at saving this conversation was to explain the sanitary conditions of Peru. This led him to ask about the hole in the ground toilets and how you had to bring your own paper. He did have an excellent question about how the locals wiped? I responded by saying “they’re probably like dogs, rubbing their butts on the ground.” Picturing a Sherpa scooting over a pile of leaves. He accidentally thought I said something about “they have licking dogs.” Good times. You gotta love the fact that I brought ‘poop’ up over a full plate of food, score one for me.
Dating is like an outer body experience for me. I know I’m on this date and I know I’m talking to this guy, but I have no clue how this is progressing. And the entire time, I’m confused as to whether or not I’m liking or not liking the guy sitting across from me. It feels really judgey too. For example, at times I think “what he just said was stupid, oh crap what I just said was stupid, shit I was thinking and I don’t know where the conversation went, pay attention.”
Overall the date seemed a success, and he immediately asked me out again. Gave me the option of telling him what night I’m free and it’s a date. I will take the opportunity of the second date to see if I’m attracted to him, the first physical attraction wasn’t there, but sometimes it doesn’t happen until you get to know someone. So yes, I definitely plan on seeing him again, I just have to pick a night.
Other dating news... I have a few dates in work for this weekend, so I'll keep the posts coming.
Friday, July 23, 2010
I am potty trained
No joke... i think that's the funniest tag line I've seen so far. It's just a shame this guy looks soo douchy. I mean his profile consists of him grabbing his croch, him dancing on some dance floor in his beefy glory, and yes another pic of him shirtless.
Good news is, there's tons better out there and one guy has officially asked me for coffee. I should be receiving a call soon. In the meantime, it's getting really hard to keep track of which guy is which in my correspondence. Is this the guy from Seattle, the one with the kid, the one who's going to culinary school or the one who served in Iraq? I think that adds up to me winking at anyone within a 15 mile radius. To help myself out, I'm going to start referring to them as such;
daughter
Seattle
Lawyer
chef
aggie
iraq
irish
6'3''
I just hope one day I don't sing saltyballs to lawyer instead of Chef on accident. Front runner is Irish, he's the one who has asked me for coffee, I hope it's Irish coffee. I'm also liking 6'3''; he's seems pretty cool, I think I gave him my number, but now they're all running together through my head sp maybe not.
Daughter seems pretty cool too, he's going to see Annie tonight, isn't that precious. I guess she's not having a hard not life, since her dad seems pretty sweet.
Tonight I'm going out with friends hopefully I might be able to pick up some boys while out on the town.
Good news is, there's tons better out there and one guy has officially asked me for coffee. I should be receiving a call soon. In the meantime, it's getting really hard to keep track of which guy is which in my correspondence. Is this the guy from Seattle, the one with the kid, the one who's going to culinary school or the one who served in Iraq? I think that adds up to me winking at anyone within a 15 mile radius. To help myself out, I'm going to start referring to them as such;
daughter
Seattle
Lawyer
chef
aggie
iraq
irish
6'3''
I just hope one day I don't sing saltyballs to lawyer instead of Chef on accident. Front runner is Irish, he's the one who has asked me for coffee, I hope it's Irish coffee. I'm also liking 6'3''; he's seems pretty cool, I think I gave him my number, but now they're all running together through my head sp maybe not.
Daughter seems pretty cool too, he's going to see Annie tonight, isn't that precious. I guess she's not having a hard not life, since her dad seems pretty sweet.
Tonight I'm going out with friends hopefully I might be able to pick up some boys while out on the town.
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Why a BLOG?
I have come to the realization that I have less than 6 months untill my 30th birthday. I'm not exactly sure how I feel about that, so many different things run through my head;
1) YES, I have had 30 awesome years of life, traveling, working, going to school, making life long friends, seeing my sisters and brother grow up and have kids of their own. I am so blest!
2) Thank JEBUS, I'm not that idiot I use to be. I have never felt more confident and known myself better. I really am in control of my life and myself.
3) I've had relationships that vary from one nighters to 2 years. And learned from all the craziness.
4) HOLY SHIT, I'm gonna be 30 and I'm F-ing single.
5) HOLY SHIT, I'm gonna be 30 and still don't have a family of my own.
6) HOLY SHIT, I'm gonna be 30 while all of my best friends have husbands or serious boyfriends or kids.
7) HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT... I HATE DATING! How in the hell will I be able to find anyone when I suck at first impressions and getting a guy.
8) HOLY SHIT, I'm gonna be 30.
9) TURNING 30
10) 30, sigh, urgh
For at least the next couple months or until I lose interest in blogging, I will be exploring the dating world of MATCH, maybe eharmony, begging friends to set me up, and just finding as many dates as possible. Why as many as possible? well, I figure I don't want to settle on something that might work out, I've done that and that bastered took 2 years of my hot youth. Plus, the more guys I meet the more I'll start identifying what type of guy I want to be with.
I am doing this for my own entertainment and hopefully my friends entertainment who might want to follow along for the ride. I will hold nothing back from the blog-o-sphere. This will be a tell all kind fo journey, meaning when I make an ass of myself which is bound to happen, you will be the first to find out. When some douche bag decides to get plastered and becomes discusting, you will hear all the gory details.
Just to let you know I joined Match last week, I already have 26 emails in my inbox and 2 guys phone numbers, so my journey is about to begin, mawahaha.
So, until next time, happy hunting!
1) YES, I have had 30 awesome years of life, traveling, working, going to school, making life long friends, seeing my sisters and brother grow up and have kids of their own. I am so blest!
2) Thank JEBUS, I'm not that idiot I use to be. I have never felt more confident and known myself better. I really am in control of my life and myself.
3) I've had relationships that vary from one nighters to 2 years. And learned from all the craziness.
4) HOLY SHIT, I'm gonna be 30 and I'm F-ing single.
5) HOLY SHIT, I'm gonna be 30 and still don't have a family of my own.
6) HOLY SHIT, I'm gonna be 30 while all of my best friends have husbands or serious boyfriends or kids.
7) HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT... I HATE DATING! How in the hell will I be able to find anyone when I suck at first impressions and getting a guy.
8) HOLY SHIT, I'm gonna be 30.
9) TURNING 30
10) 30, sigh, urgh
For at least the next couple months or until I lose interest in blogging, I will be exploring the dating world of MATCH, maybe eharmony, begging friends to set me up, and just finding as many dates as possible. Why as many as possible? well, I figure I don't want to settle on something that might work out, I've done that and that bastered took 2 years of my hot youth. Plus, the more guys I meet the more I'll start identifying what type of guy I want to be with.
I am doing this for my own entertainment and hopefully my friends entertainment who might want to follow along for the ride. I will hold nothing back from the blog-o-sphere. This will be a tell all kind fo journey, meaning when I make an ass of myself which is bound to happen, you will be the first to find out. When some douche bag decides to get plastered and becomes discusting, you will hear all the gory details.
Just to let you know I joined Match last week, I already have 26 emails in my inbox and 2 guys phone numbers, so my journey is about to begin, mawahaha.
So, until next time, happy hunting!
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