There is no one in this world without baggage. Period. Whether it's your parents' fucked up situation or your own shitty choices, we all end up wheeling around a carry-on sized bag at a minimum. If you need to pack liquids, you're going to be checking that sucker.
I spent quite a bit of time analyzing some past relationships and decisions. I think we all want to be able to pinpoint the moment where "it all went awry", but we can't. Life is not a tree with one bad branch that needs cutting; it's a mosaic of broken tile pieces that we glue together.
Detroit Cobras sing an amazing song called "Let's Forget About the Past". Youtube let me down though, so this is "It's Raining". Equally depressing and beautiful, just not quite as fitting. I went through the search though, so you should just click and listen anyway.
So, in an effort to cleanse...here are my worsts:
1) The College Sweetheart who in all actually was not so sweet. CS was a liar and a manipulator that I stuck with for 5 years (not concurrent) despite knowing better after Year 1. I was cheated on, broken down, and all but isolated. But CS taught me to be outgoing (as I had to fight for attention) and gave me more self-confidence than I had before, being the typical bookworm/nerd that I was in high school. Probably the best part of that relationship is CS still wants to date me and gets insanely awkward at those random events when we run into each other. It's amusing and pathetic at the same time - which is the best way to view an ex you lost years to.
2) Friend of a Friend was actually a coworker of my best friend's boyfriend. Sounds like a match made in heaven right? Well, FOF was 11 years my senior in age and about 5 years my junior in maturity. Quite the disparity. My favorite quote was "I just can't tell when you're serious and when you're kidding." To which I responded "You're an idiot" with a shit-eating grin. We dated for about 2 months and then I told him to piss off on NYE and took home another guy. It sounds crueler than it was...I tried to be nice, but he kept pressing me about going home with him. We dated for 2 months, I need you to calm down on the possessiveness.
3) The Offender started out as probably the most organic relationship I'd ever had. We met on NYE (and no, this was not the stranger from FOF), and had a connection, supposedly. TO was all up in my business, and called or texted me EVERY DAY - I have subsequently learned to take this as a warning sign - and seemed really interested in dating me. And kept asking me to be serious. And once I finally acquiesced? He ghosted. Straight up disappeared and wouldn't return my calls/texts. The reason for the nickname came about because I assumed he was dead. Who would ignore me? I'm fantastic - he must have died. Upon a full google search of his name (middle initial included), I discovered he was a sex offender. Registered, picture on the internet, whole nine yards. I am now convinced he did me a favor. Now I am convinced...at the time, I felt the need to send him a ranting email (to his work...BOOM) calling him out on it.
My past relationships don't define me. I think ultimately I just need to learn from them and not make the same mistakes. I'm a lot quicker to pull the plug (which may or may not be a good thing) and I don't tolerate idiocy anymore. If you don't get something out of every relationship you're in, what's the point? TO got me to go get on birth control (THANK GOD), FOF let me be the asshole in a relationship (much needed after CS), and countless other dates in between inspired new bands to love, shows to watch, and taught me the various signs of a potential stalker. Perfect example - Veteran taught me that Sprecher makes real beer and not just root beer. It's pretty delicious too.
My point in all this? No matter how bad the situation may be, at the end of the day everyone comes into our lives for a reason. It may not be our reason, but there is one in there somewhere. Otherwise, this whole thing is just one big cluster fuck, so we kind of have to believe that, right?
All The Single Ladies...
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
Monday, August 20, 2012
Groundhog Day
I had Date #2 with the Veteran on Friday night. We went to Pequod's (amazing deep dish pizza, by the way - highly recommend) with an open evening after. We had talked about going to see a movie or karaoke but decided to make final evening plans after dinner. I'm so glad we did.
I was running a little late, and honestly, not particularly feeling like being on a date at all. But, I did want to see him again as we had such a good time on the first date. So, I pushed through and showed up only 10 minutes late. He was there with a table and a beer.
I wasn't all butterflies when I saw him, and my attraction from Date #1 was definitely increased by the amount of beer I had consumed, but I wasn't disappointed either. It was just kind of a "meh" feeling. That same blandness seemed to inspire the rest of the date.
We had normal conversation, and discussed our weeks and plans for the weekend. If I could pinpoint when it all went down hill, I would have to say it was when we started discussing his new work schedule. The guy is going to work 2pm-12am with Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday off. I have never heard of a worse schedule. And I guess, it taught me something about myself.
I always thought I wasn't particularly concerned about success or drive in another person. I don't consider myself particularly ambitious - I'm not willing to do shady things to make it to the top and I don't play politics very well - so I never thought of that as something that I necessarily wanted in someone else. But after this date, I don't necessarily I think I can date someone that doesn't work normal working hours and doesn't like what they do.
I could probably handle one or the other...like a chef who is passionate about their work but has shit hours or someone with a 9-5 sales job that isn't particularly fond of it. I just don't want to feel guilty about going to bed at 11pm and you buying me dinner. And I know for SURE that I would have with this guy.
So, that was my big negative. But, wait...like a bad infomercial, there's more. Two things that really kind of irritated me. First, I don't think Vet was truthful when he said that he wasn't pursuing acting. Mainly because he was driving 7 hour (each way) to go do a murder mystery dinner theater show this weekend. One show, 14 hours of driving. Clearly, this is something that is still important to you. And the second thing...we talked about mostly the same topics on the second date as we did on the first date.
As Yogi Berra would say, it's like deja vu all over again. I've had this happen on another second date too. It's like you run out of mundane, first layer things to talk about and neither person wants to break that second level. I did try - I managed to drag out of him that he doesn't really see his brothers and his mother won't come visit him because she can't drive on the highway (from rural Iowa and can't handle the highway? This will be a pain in the ass mother in law to someone).But beyond that, we continued to discuss TV shows and movies. Honestly, our dissertation on feta cheese last go around was more interesting than this entire date.
Overall, it was very bland. And I'm uninterested. I haven't heard from him since, and I'm really hoping that I don't. I'd rather not have to do an awkward rejection or just ignore him. I think he got the idea when I dashed out of the car at the end instead of subjecting myself to a good night kiss.
No special new prospects on the forefront either. I need to resume my message assault and see where that gets me. In the mean time, I may opt for a sloppy drunken makeout sesh at some point this weekend. We'll where that gets me. :)
I was running a little late, and honestly, not particularly feeling like being on a date at all. But, I did want to see him again as we had such a good time on the first date. So, I pushed through and showed up only 10 minutes late. He was there with a table and a beer.
I wasn't all butterflies when I saw him, and my attraction from Date #1 was definitely increased by the amount of beer I had consumed, but I wasn't disappointed either. It was just kind of a "meh" feeling. That same blandness seemed to inspire the rest of the date.
We had normal conversation, and discussed our weeks and plans for the weekend. If I could pinpoint when it all went down hill, I would have to say it was when we started discussing his new work schedule. The guy is going to work 2pm-12am with Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday off. I have never heard of a worse schedule. And I guess, it taught me something about myself.
I always thought I wasn't particularly concerned about success or drive in another person. I don't consider myself particularly ambitious - I'm not willing to do shady things to make it to the top and I don't play politics very well - so I never thought of that as something that I necessarily wanted in someone else. But after this date, I don't necessarily I think I can date someone that doesn't work normal working hours and doesn't like what they do.
I could probably handle one or the other...like a chef who is passionate about their work but has shit hours or someone with a 9-5 sales job that isn't particularly fond of it. I just don't want to feel guilty about going to bed at 11pm and you buying me dinner. And I know for SURE that I would have with this guy.
So, that was my big negative. But, wait...like a bad infomercial, there's more. Two things that really kind of irritated me. First, I don't think Vet was truthful when he said that he wasn't pursuing acting. Mainly because he was driving 7 hour (each way) to go do a murder mystery dinner theater show this weekend. One show, 14 hours of driving. Clearly, this is something that is still important to you. And the second thing...we talked about mostly the same topics on the second date as we did on the first date.
As Yogi Berra would say, it's like deja vu all over again. I've had this happen on another second date too. It's like you run out of mundane, first layer things to talk about and neither person wants to break that second level. I did try - I managed to drag out of him that he doesn't really see his brothers and his mother won't come visit him because she can't drive on the highway (from rural Iowa and can't handle the highway? This will be a pain in the ass mother in law to someone).But beyond that, we continued to discuss TV shows and movies. Honestly, our dissertation on feta cheese last go around was more interesting than this entire date.
Overall, it was very bland. And I'm uninterested. I haven't heard from him since, and I'm really hoping that I don't. I'd rather not have to do an awkward rejection or just ignore him. I think he got the idea when I dashed out of the car at the end instead of subjecting myself to a good night kiss.
No special new prospects on the forefront either. I need to resume my message assault and see where that gets me. In the mean time, I may opt for a sloppy drunken makeout sesh at some point this weekend. We'll where that gets me. :)
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
Afternoon Distraction - Message Update
I received the following today, and it entertained me to no end. As a side note, I had to say it outloud to understand what half of it meant. And no, I'm not planning on responding...
I am not your Weight Watchers support group.
I had my date with Junior last night. After a failed attempt on Monday (uh, it was Monday and there was rain, need I say more?), we rescheduled for late evening cocktails at one of my favorite dive bars conveniently located 3 blocks from my apartment.
My initial impression was that Junior was very much my type. Tall, bearded and light-eyed, this seemed fairly promising. I even successfully fought off my desire to call him "kid". Unfortunately, it quickly downgraded.
First, I'm a boozer...always have been, always will be. And I'm comfortable with that, and I certainly don't mind talking about it. But let me be clear - drinking stories and preferences should not make up 75% of the conversation. I wish I was kidding...unfortunately, Junior preferred to talk about getting thrown out of bars and his friend passing out in a bath tub instead of fun things like music preference and recent trips.
As if that wasn't bad enough, the cocktail convo parlayed into a discussion about my date's weight. How, you may ask, is that even possible? Because he recently started doing Atkins and now can't drink beer. He proceeded to detail his weight fluctuations over the past 8 years or so. I understand that I am not someone you look at and say "oh, she's naturally got such a great metabolism", but that doesn't mean I want to compare weightloss notes with you WHILE ON A DATE either. I don't think I've ever been that unattracted to man. I legitimately was grimacing at the bar just contemplating that he may try for a good night kiss (which he didn't, thank god). Yick.
Another interesting topic? His collection of prior girlfriends. This guy took almost every opportunity to mention that he has dated other women in the past. It felt so forced that I am fairly certain he's never seriously dated anyone.
And as far as my hypothesis that men are a minimum of 2 years younger in maturity, I still think that holds true. I felt very much like I was on a date with a college student despite the fact that he was 25. It amazes me how women can date 10-15 years younger. I couldn't handle it...clearly, I'm not cut out for the cougar life.
I do feel bad complaining about the date. In truth, he was very sweet and we were able to have a conversation (albeit not on any topics I cared to discuss). I hope he finds someone that works for him...but it will definitely not be me. I think he might be hoping that it is though, which means I'll get to do the awkward rejection text. Here's hoping he picked up on my lack of interest.
Regarding my other "suitors"...Veteran called on Saturday and asked me out for Friday. I had to rearrange my schedule (condo shopping, yes!), but told him I would let him know if that worked for me. Upon texting him that I did in fact clear up my schedule, I have heard nothing back. So, who knows...although based on the first experience, it seems like this kid is a last minute kind of guy. I also heard back from the Professor and the Cyclist too. Professor has been traveling (how sophisticated and worldly!) and the Cyclist has been...uh...cycling? We'll see if either of these kids (c'mon, I held my tongue all night...I needed that) follow through.
My initial impression was that Junior was very much my type. Tall, bearded and light-eyed, this seemed fairly promising. I even successfully fought off my desire to call him "kid". Unfortunately, it quickly downgraded.
First, I'm a boozer...always have been, always will be. And I'm comfortable with that, and I certainly don't mind talking about it. But let me be clear - drinking stories and preferences should not make up 75% of the conversation. I wish I was kidding...unfortunately, Junior preferred to talk about getting thrown out of bars and his friend passing out in a bath tub instead of fun things like music preference and recent trips.
As if that wasn't bad enough, the cocktail convo parlayed into a discussion about my date's weight. How, you may ask, is that even possible? Because he recently started doing Atkins and now can't drink beer. He proceeded to detail his weight fluctuations over the past 8 years or so. I understand that I am not someone you look at and say "oh, she's naturally got such a great metabolism", but that doesn't mean I want to compare weightloss notes with you WHILE ON A DATE either. I don't think I've ever been that unattracted to man. I legitimately was grimacing at the bar just contemplating that he may try for a good night kiss (which he didn't, thank god). Yick.
Another interesting topic? His collection of prior girlfriends. This guy took almost every opportunity to mention that he has dated other women in the past. It felt so forced that I am fairly certain he's never seriously dated anyone.
And as far as my hypothesis that men are a minimum of 2 years younger in maturity, I still think that holds true. I felt very much like I was on a date with a college student despite the fact that he was 25. It amazes me how women can date 10-15 years younger. I couldn't handle it...clearly, I'm not cut out for the cougar life.
I do feel bad complaining about the date. In truth, he was very sweet and we were able to have a conversation (albeit not on any topics I cared to discuss). I hope he finds someone that works for him...but it will definitely not be me. I think he might be hoping that it is though, which means I'll get to do the awkward rejection text. Here's hoping he picked up on my lack of interest.
Regarding my other "suitors"...Veteran called on Saturday and asked me out for Friday. I had to rearrange my schedule (condo shopping, yes!), but told him I would let him know if that worked for me. Upon texting him that I did in fact clear up my schedule, I have heard nothing back. So, who knows...although based on the first experience, it seems like this kid is a last minute kind of guy. I also heard back from the Professor and the Cyclist too. Professor has been traveling (how sophisticated and worldly!) and the Cyclist has been...uh...cycling? We'll see if either of these kids (c'mon, I held my tongue all night...I needed that) follow through.
Friday, August 10, 2012
Feta Cheese and Harrison Ford
I officially had my first OKC date (for this go around) last night. I know it seemed as if it might not be happening as The Veteran waited until about 2pm to text me as to where we were meeting, but I'm trying my best to not be the over-planning female that I tend to be. So we met at a local bar with a $2.50 Miller Lite draft special and $2.50 tacos. I was honestly in heaven - Schoolyard has phenomenal tacos.
I was amazingly on time...like sickeningly on-the-dot on time. And of course, Vet was late. Men always give women such a hard time about these things, but I think they are just as bad (same goes for PMSing too). And obviously, I teased him about putting on his makeup and getting all dolled up for the date. I couldn't help it.
We had about 3 beers before deciding it would probably be a good idea to eat something. We each got a couple of tacos and continued discussing anything and everything between feta cheese, karaoke, Harrison Ford, fantasy football, and improv people. Honestly, it was one of the best dates I've had in a long time.
He is a theater major, but not actively pursuing acting. He works in customer service for an internet-based company, but is one of the most senior people in the department. I don't know - there were a few "lifestyle" choices that I had been apprehensive about before the date. I'm still not sure that they are things I can deal with, but he definitely made me feel really comfortable. He picked up the bill without hesitation, and even offered me a ride home (which I graciously declined - I'm not Miss Daisy over here).
My one hang up right now is that he didn't really ask me any questions. I tend to lead conversations because I hate awkward silences, and I definitely did that a couple of times. I asked about siblings, but never got a follow up question, so I had the great pride to have to throw out there that I'm an only child. He did follow up with, "how was that for you?" People always kill me with those questions. Uh, good? How was having 2 siblings for you? But, it was a first date, and people are usually nervous. I definitely like him (thanks for the 95% match percentage, OKC. You done good).
We got along swimmingly, and I'm optimistic about seeing Vet again. He texted me today that he's going to call me tomorrow to try to set up another hang out. Whoot! I'm looking forward to it.
I also just made a date with Junior at a local pub for Monday too. As George Costanza would say, I'm back, baby!
I was amazingly on time...like sickeningly on-the-dot on time. And of course, Vet was late. Men always give women such a hard time about these things, but I think they are just as bad (same goes for PMSing too). And obviously, I teased him about putting on his makeup and getting all dolled up for the date. I couldn't help it.
We had about 3 beers before deciding it would probably be a good idea to eat something. We each got a couple of tacos and continued discussing anything and everything between feta cheese, karaoke, Harrison Ford, fantasy football, and improv people. Honestly, it was one of the best dates I've had in a long time.
He is a theater major, but not actively pursuing acting. He works in customer service for an internet-based company, but is one of the most senior people in the department. I don't know - there were a few "lifestyle" choices that I had been apprehensive about before the date. I'm still not sure that they are things I can deal with, but he definitely made me feel really comfortable. He picked up the bill without hesitation, and even offered me a ride home (which I graciously declined - I'm not Miss Daisy over here).
My one hang up right now is that he didn't really ask me any questions. I tend to lead conversations because I hate awkward silences, and I definitely did that a couple of times. I asked about siblings, but never got a follow up question, so I had the great pride to have to throw out there that I'm an only child. He did follow up with, "how was that for you?" People always kill me with those questions. Uh, good? How was having 2 siblings for you? But, it was a first date, and people are usually nervous. I definitely like him (thanks for the 95% match percentage, OKC. You done good).
We got along swimmingly, and I'm optimistic about seeing Vet again. He texted me today that he's going to call me tomorrow to try to set up another hang out. Whoot! I'm looking forward to it.
I also just made a date with Junior at a local pub for Monday too. As George Costanza would say, I'm back, baby!
Thursday, August 9, 2012
Disappearing Acts
I seem to have run into a bit of bad luck. First, Meatloaf and the Professor are officially ignoring my emails. Not that I've sent follow ups or anything (let's be serious, no one needs to be that clingy on online dating), but they've been online and ignored my message. It's disappointing. Not so much for the Professor who I wasn't all that excited about anyway (he had cats, remember?), but Meatloaf seemed promising. Oh well, a bunch of ups and downs, I guess.
Continuing my rainy day trend, the date that I had scheduled with The Veteran tonight seems like it may not be happening. I haven't heard from him since Tuesday, and while I normally enjoy my space, we hadn't set up a time or a place for this mystery date. All I know is that he said "dinner". Several disappearances in one day - hopefully I've met my quota for this month.
To break up this depressing mood, I did get asked out for drinks by Junior. I am excited about it, and hopefully we can make it work with our schedules for tomorrow. I am heading to a White Sox game for Country Night and fireworks that evening, but utilizing my half-day Friday and grabbing cocktails with a boy would be a nice cap to this weekend.
One final note on disappearing acts - I would love for about 10-15lbs to disappear. So, I'm working on that too. No better way to find someone than to be happy with yourself. So here's hoping.
Continuing my rainy day trend, the date that I had scheduled with The Veteran tonight seems like it may not be happening. I haven't heard from him since Tuesday, and while I normally enjoy my space, we hadn't set up a time or a place for this mystery date. All I know is that he said "dinner". Several disappearances in one day - hopefully I've met my quota for this month.
To break up this depressing mood, I did get asked out for drinks by Junior. I am excited about it, and hopefully we can make it work with our schedules for tomorrow. I am heading to a White Sox game for Country Night and fireworks that evening, but utilizing my half-day Friday and grabbing cocktails with a boy would be a nice cap to this weekend.
One final note on disappearing acts - I would love for about 10-15lbs to disappear. So, I'm working on that too. No better way to find someone than to be happy with yourself. So here's hoping.
Wednesday, August 8, 2012
Defining the Age Gap
I officially have a date tomorrow with The Veteran. We're going out to dinner, which is a little intense for a first date. I'm much more of a drink girl, personally. I'm looking forward to it though - I like him well enough, and it's about time I actually went out with someone. All this emailing is killing my witty date banter. He's not much of a texter though, which is probably good. I'm fairly terrible at it, so it's kind of saving me from myself. I'm not sure yet where we'll be heading, but he lives in North Center, so I'm hoping it's a good spot in between us. Fingers crossed it's not Nick's Uptown - I swear to god I would cancel on the spot.
In other news, I started emailing with a 25 year old. Now, on the surface, I don't think a 2 year age difference is even worth mentioning in conversation. Add to it that this kid (see, and my problem starts) just bought a condo in North Center and has lived in Chicago for 7 years, and it seems like he's far more put together than I am. But I have a theory...
Men are inherently at least 2 years behind women in maturity. It's a fact...and that 2 year position is a minimum. I've dealt with a variety of men from all kinds of social classes and situations, and it seems to be a pretty standard assumption that you take their age, subtract two, and come up with how old they act. Sometimes you have to take 5-7 years, but let's not make this depressing. So while Junior (yes, he's officially earned a nickname) may only be 2 legitimate years younger than me, he's actually 4 maturity years. Which means, I may be going out with a 23 year old. Yikes.
Now, as I said, he seems to have his shit together, and I'm not writing him off just because of his age. However, I am beyond curious if I'm right. I mean, all the facts seem to be pointing to the fact that he's very mature and adult-like. So, here's hoping. Maybe I can turn out to be a bit of a puma. ReeaAAarrr.
I'm still emailing with Meatloaf, but he went on a vacation last weekend and I haven't heard from him yet. He's been a bit of a slow responder already, but I really hope he doesn't fall off the radar. And The Professor is still in the mix as well...but my interest is severely waning, which is not a good sign. I also picked up another one...The Cyclist, but he seems to be having inadequacy issues already, and I really just don't understand that or find it remotely attractive. Onwards and upwards.
In other news, I started emailing with a 25 year old. Now, on the surface, I don't think a 2 year age difference is even worth mentioning in conversation. Add to it that this kid (see, and my problem starts) just bought a condo in North Center and has lived in Chicago for 7 years, and it seems like he's far more put together than I am. But I have a theory...
Men are inherently at least 2 years behind women in maturity. It's a fact...and that 2 year position is a minimum. I've dealt with a variety of men from all kinds of social classes and situations, and it seems to be a pretty standard assumption that you take their age, subtract two, and come up with how old they act. Sometimes you have to take 5-7 years, but let's not make this depressing. So while Junior (yes, he's officially earned a nickname) may only be 2 legitimate years younger than me, he's actually 4 maturity years. Which means, I may be going out with a 23 year old. Yikes.
Now, as I said, he seems to have his shit together, and I'm not writing him off just because of his age. However, I am beyond curious if I'm right. I mean, all the facts seem to be pointing to the fact that he's very mature and adult-like. So, here's hoping. Maybe I can turn out to be a bit of a puma. ReeaAAarrr.
I'm still emailing with Meatloaf, but he went on a vacation last weekend and I haven't heard from him yet. He's been a bit of a slow responder already, but I really hope he doesn't fall off the radar. And The Professor is still in the mix as well...but my interest is severely waning, which is not a good sign. I also picked up another one...The Cyclist, but he seems to be having inadequacy issues already, and I really just don't understand that or find it remotely attractive. Onwards and upwards.
Monday, August 6, 2012
Weekend Recap
I survived Lollapalooza and my mother's visit this weekend. I consider that a victory. I also had the bonus of a few texts and an invite for cocktails from The Veteran. I'm still writing with The Professor and Meatloaf, so I'm hoping one of those will pan out as well.
I also decided to kick overzealous texting guy to the curb. He legitimately texted me every day since he received my phone number. I'm the opposite of clingy, and if you haven't even met me yet, this behavior is more than unacceptable. I got the stalker vibe, and I backed off. I may be completely wrong, and he may be totally normal, but either way, I'm not in the mood to babysit. So, out he goes.
I had slowed down my messaging assault slightly since I first started this project. I'm setting a goal for myself to send at least 5 new messages a week. I sent one yesterday and got a decent response. Here's hoping this keeps up. I'd like to have a couple dates here in the next 2 weeks. My leagues are slowing down, and I need a new sport to keep me occupied. Dating it is!
On a side note, I got hit on by a drunk Hispanic guy on the bus ride home from Lolla who told me I was the most beautiful...slur slur slurrrrrrrr. Of course he got off the bus at the same stop I did. Luckily I was not impaired in the least, and he didn't try to follow me or anything. The bus driver waited to make sure I made it up the street okay. Seriously - this is the reason why I'm online dating. These are the types of people that I draw in real life. I would love to know what people see in me that they a) think it's okay to harrass me on a bus with tales of my beauty and b) won't talk to me if they have an ounce of normality. One day I'll figure it out - until then, we keep scamming on profiles on OKC. Full speed ahead!
I also decided to kick overzealous texting guy to the curb. He legitimately texted me every day since he received my phone number. I'm the opposite of clingy, and if you haven't even met me yet, this behavior is more than unacceptable. I got the stalker vibe, and I backed off. I may be completely wrong, and he may be totally normal, but either way, I'm not in the mood to babysit. So, out he goes.
I had slowed down my messaging assault slightly since I first started this project. I'm setting a goal for myself to send at least 5 new messages a week. I sent one yesterday and got a decent response. Here's hoping this keeps up. I'd like to have a couple dates here in the next 2 weeks. My leagues are slowing down, and I need a new sport to keep me occupied. Dating it is!
On a side note, I got hit on by a drunk Hispanic guy on the bus ride home from Lolla who told me I was the most beautiful...slur slur slurrrrrrrr. Of course he got off the bus at the same stop I did. Luckily I was not impaired in the least, and he didn't try to follow me or anything. The bus driver waited to make sure I made it up the street okay. Seriously - this is the reason why I'm online dating. These are the types of people that I draw in real life. I would love to know what people see in me that they a) think it's okay to harrass me on a bus with tales of my beauty and b) won't talk to me if they have an ounce of normality. One day I'll figure it out - until then, we keep scamming on profiles on OKC. Full speed ahead!
Wednesday, August 1, 2012
That one wrong dance step when doing the Macarena...
We've have progressed to phone number exchange! Specifically with two guys. One didn't make my list yesterday, mainly because I'm not really that excited about him. The other is the Veteran...but I just saw the message and haven't actually used the phone number/given him mine yet.
This guy, Denver as he shall be called, has inspired very bleh feelings. He seems nice enough, we certainly have a lot of things in common, and he looks attractive enough based on his profile photos. I don't know why I'm so uninterested...or rather unenamored by him. Either way, we exchanged enough messages, and we swapped digits. He called me on Monday night, but I missed it. Partly because I was still in a bratwurst-induced WI coma and partly because my phone is almost always on vibrate.
I had trouble talking myself into calling him yesterday, so I just texted him and asked if he cared to chat on Thursday since my week was crazy. Oh so very crazy. I had a volleyball game at 8:30pm that I was mentally preparing for. That's my story. We bantered a little bit; it was cute. He came off like a nice guy.
What I did NOT expect was a text message today. And a two pager at that...complete with spaces between lines. I get that you're excited to chat with me (as you should be), but it's a little intense. I went from warming up to him to being convinced he was going to cut off one of my fingers as a keepsake. I'm not sure when I started believing that any guy that showed genuine interest was going to kill me (well, actually I can pinpoint it, but that's another post for another day).
It amazes me how quickly someone can fall out of favor. I mean, all it takes is one overzealous text message - granted I wasn't crazy about the guy to begin with - to leave a bad taste in my mouth. I've had people make a simple spelling/grammatical in a message, and I write them off. And yet, the last job I applied for, my cover letter was riddled with typos (and THEY still called me).
I was definitely on my high horse and complaining about everything yesterday. But I'm going to give this guy the benefit of the doubt. Maybe he is just amazed that someone can be this cool. Plus, he just used "prowess" in a text message, and I'm a sucker for vocab.
This guy, Denver as he shall be called, has inspired very bleh feelings. He seems nice enough, we certainly have a lot of things in common, and he looks attractive enough based on his profile photos. I don't know why I'm so uninterested...or rather unenamored by him. Either way, we exchanged enough messages, and we swapped digits. He called me on Monday night, but I missed it. Partly because I was still in a bratwurst-induced WI coma and partly because my phone is almost always on vibrate.
I had trouble talking myself into calling him yesterday, so I just texted him and asked if he cared to chat on Thursday since my week was crazy. Oh so very crazy. I had a volleyball game at 8:30pm that I was mentally preparing for. That's my story. We bantered a little bit; it was cute. He came off like a nice guy.
What I did NOT expect was a text message today. And a two pager at that...complete with spaces between lines. I get that you're excited to chat with me (as you should be), but it's a little intense. I went from warming up to him to being convinced he was going to cut off one of my fingers as a keepsake. I'm not sure when I started believing that any guy that showed genuine interest was going to kill me (well, actually I can pinpoint it, but that's another post for another day).
It amazes me how quickly someone can fall out of favor. I mean, all it takes is one overzealous text message - granted I wasn't crazy about the guy to begin with - to leave a bad taste in my mouth. I've had people make a simple spelling/grammatical in a message, and I write them off. And yet, the last job I applied for, my cover letter was riddled with typos (and THEY still called me).
I was definitely on my high horse and complaining about everything yesterday. But I'm going to give this guy the benefit of the doubt. Maybe he is just amazed that someone can be this cool. Plus, he just used "prowess" in a text message, and I'm a sucker for vocab.
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