Alright, so I have compiled a list of things you should and shouldn't do on a first date based off of my 12....errr 10 dates of Christmas. This is all obviously on the opinion of myself only. Maybe somebody else will agree with 1 or 2 of them. :)
DO: DON'T:
1. Open her door 1. Hop in her car before you introduce yourself
2. Hug when you meet 2. Shake hands when you meet
3. Bring a flower to her door (not a rose or boquet) 3. Be overly romantic (it comes of as insincere)
4. Offer to drive/pick her up 4. Get lost
5. Call 5. Text
6. Tell her she looks beautiful (and mean it) 6. Tell her how hot another woman looks
7. Pay for everything 7. Let her pay (even if she offers)
8. Have 1 or 2 cocktails 8. Have more than 3 Cocktails
9. Be yourself 9. Come off as desperate
10. Listen. "Listening is sexy." 10. Talk about yourself too much
11. Show excitement for a date 11. Bring up an ex
12. Something creative/active/engaging 12. Take her to a restaurant after already eating
13. Get out of your comfort zone 13. Say, "Wow. You do need a boyrfriend."
14. Share food/drinks (instant intimacy) 14. Say, "I've been sober for ____ years."
15. Apologize 15. Follow an apology with, "I shouldn't apologize."
16. Give a foot rub 16. Be overly aggressive
17. Do make jokes 17. Have your child send her a FB request
18. Laugh at yourself 18. Lie or fib for any reason at all
19. finish each others sentences w/ "In your mouth!" 19. Ask for dating advice
20. Smile a lot 20. Talk about all of the things you wish you were doing
21. Have fun 21. Say, "Can you stay a lil' longer so I can play w/ your ass?"
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
Sunday, February 26, 2012
Update from Date #10...
I obviously was not feeling Mr .March/October after our last date, and I knew he knew he screwed up. I just wasn't sure why. I didnt' really care either. I was going out the next night with a really good guy friend of mine to a Mardi Gras latin dance party. Which was awesome and I wasn't interested in giving Mr. March the time of day that day.
Well, randomly that afternoon I got a text from Mr. March that said, "I didn't shut my porch light off on you when you were leaving last night did I?" And I replied with I'm not sure. And then a couple hours later he got the balls to text and ask what was with the awkward kiss on the cheek thing, and was it intentional. I told him it was. I could tell he was fishing for me to talk to him about last night, but I wasn't ready. I didn't want him to ruin my day or my good time. So I went out with my buddy and had a blast!
I probably got home around midnight that night and was about to go to bed, and then I felt guilty. I felt guilty that I wasn't talking with Mr. March because I knew he wanted to know what was up, and probably wanted to know if I hated him or not. So I texted him and said we could either talk tonight or tomorrow before our writing session if he wanted to know what I was dissapointed in, and he opted for tonight.
He gave me a ring and we hashed it out for the next 2 hours. I basically told him everything that I was feeling and what I was hoping for, but didn't get in the date. He felt like a total ass. He knew he was being one and didn't deny it. He said he wasn't sure why he acted that way, but that I was really tough to read and he was trying to put on a hard ass front, because he thought that's what I wanted, going off of our first date, instead of going off of how the rest of the time we have spent together had gone. He knew he screwed up and said he had been kicking himself all day long for possibly screwing what we could have up cause he really likes me and only wanted to be there with me that night. Said he wanted to pay for everything, but didn't want to offend me because he know's I'm a really independent woman. Said he wanted the opportunity to treat me like gold how I should be treated and how he wants to treat me, and that he really is a romantic, he was just being stupid for a number of reasons. The blog had something to do with it too. Said if I just wanted to continue to be friends and write music together that he totally respected that, but that he wanted to have another shot if I'd let him. I wasn't really sure what I wanted. We kind of left it at that. I know that I didn't want to ever be treated or made feel that way again though, and I made that very clear. He understood.
So the next day I went over to his place for a writing session. There we were. There was definitely some tension in the air, but I meant business that night. I think I was coming off as a little bossy though. It didn't help that Aunt Flow just got to town, so that probably didn't help his cause the other night either, that she was on her way into town.
But by the end of the writing session we had both loosened up again and were having a good time. I missed this. This was the Mr. March I know. The really awesome and caring guy I thought I knew. And we kissed again. And it was nice. And then I unintentionally blubbered out that I didn't care about the blog anymore. I just wanted an excuse to go out with him again, but not the him that was out the other night, but the one I had come to know and grow really fond of. I didn't even mean to, but then I said I didn't want to go on any more dates of Christmas. I just wanted it to be with him, but they sure as hell better be better than the last one! lol He concurred. and it felt good.
I said good night and left feeling better. And then when I got home he ringed me again. It was already pretty late at this point. What in the world would he have to say to me? "I just wanted to call and say that I don't want to date anybody else either." huh? I was kind of taken aback. Either? Did I say that??? hot damn. I did, didn't I?
"Hello?" He muttered as I sat there in silence trying to figure out the turn of events and how it lead him to call me and say that. "Is this awkward?" He asked.
And then I snapped out of my hard ass-ness and said, "No. Not awkard at all." And then I can't believe I'm saying this but, "It's actually awesome. Yeah. Not awkward. Awesome." Looks like we are going to be exclusive.... alright. This is kind of cool. crazy.
I layed there in bed that night with a big grin on my face. I like this kid. He's fun. And he's got some balls. He's also not afraid to admit when he's wrong. It's actually pretty cute.
Since then, it has only gotten better. We haven't been on any official "dates" since then, but we've hung out with each other's friends together, I've hung out with him and his family. He's coming over next week for family dinner. He has been nothing but a doll to me. The last two times we hung out together we talked to the wee hours of the morning about anything and everything while he just really opened up to me and is showing me who he is and I really like it. We have a very raw honesty with one another, which is awesome and is really hard to find in another person. Mostly, we're becoming really good friends.
He wanted to take me out last friday on an awesome date he had planned, but I was so stressed for the weekend I opted to stay in because I really needed the down time. So I said he could stop by to watch a movie with me, and he picked up some ice cream sundae's for us! So sweet! I lost my chap-stick and the next day he was over with a new chap-stick for me. Is this guy for real? This is how every woman should be treated! I feel so lucky.
Please refrain from vomiting, but we call each other babe and baby. And as cheesy as that may sound, it feels really amazing. He is so supportive of me, and I of him, that it's almost unreal. Plus on top of it all, we are writing some really amazing music together and it's only going to get better! We decided we are not to the "having titles of boyfriend or girlfriend" stage yet, but no matter what comes of this I know I'm going to have a life long friend. Sometimes you just know.
I'll let you all know when he takes me out again... I know it's going to be better! I promise! And if for some reason it's not... he can suck it! lol
Well, randomly that afternoon I got a text from Mr. March that said, "I didn't shut my porch light off on you when you were leaving last night did I?" And I replied with I'm not sure. And then a couple hours later he got the balls to text and ask what was with the awkward kiss on the cheek thing, and was it intentional. I told him it was. I could tell he was fishing for me to talk to him about last night, but I wasn't ready. I didn't want him to ruin my day or my good time. So I went out with my buddy and had a blast!
I probably got home around midnight that night and was about to go to bed, and then I felt guilty. I felt guilty that I wasn't talking with Mr. March because I knew he wanted to know what was up, and probably wanted to know if I hated him or not. So I texted him and said we could either talk tonight or tomorrow before our writing session if he wanted to know what I was dissapointed in, and he opted for tonight.
He gave me a ring and we hashed it out for the next 2 hours. I basically told him everything that I was feeling and what I was hoping for, but didn't get in the date. He felt like a total ass. He knew he was being one and didn't deny it. He said he wasn't sure why he acted that way, but that I was really tough to read and he was trying to put on a hard ass front, because he thought that's what I wanted, going off of our first date, instead of going off of how the rest of the time we have spent together had gone. He knew he screwed up and said he had been kicking himself all day long for possibly screwing what we could have up cause he really likes me and only wanted to be there with me that night. Said he wanted to pay for everything, but didn't want to offend me because he know's I'm a really independent woman. Said he wanted the opportunity to treat me like gold how I should be treated and how he wants to treat me, and that he really is a romantic, he was just being stupid for a number of reasons. The blog had something to do with it too. Said if I just wanted to continue to be friends and write music together that he totally respected that, but that he wanted to have another shot if I'd let him. I wasn't really sure what I wanted. We kind of left it at that. I know that I didn't want to ever be treated or made feel that way again though, and I made that very clear. He understood.
So the next day I went over to his place for a writing session. There we were. There was definitely some tension in the air, but I meant business that night. I think I was coming off as a little bossy though. It didn't help that Aunt Flow just got to town, so that probably didn't help his cause the other night either, that she was on her way into town.
But by the end of the writing session we had both loosened up again and were having a good time. I missed this. This was the Mr. March I know. The really awesome and caring guy I thought I knew. And we kissed again. And it was nice. And then I unintentionally blubbered out that I didn't care about the blog anymore. I just wanted an excuse to go out with him again, but not the him that was out the other night, but the one I had come to know and grow really fond of. I didn't even mean to, but then I said I didn't want to go on any more dates of Christmas. I just wanted it to be with him, but they sure as hell better be better than the last one! lol He concurred. and it felt good.
I said good night and left feeling better. And then when I got home he ringed me again. It was already pretty late at this point. What in the world would he have to say to me? "I just wanted to call and say that I don't want to date anybody else either." huh? I was kind of taken aback. Either? Did I say that??? hot damn. I did, didn't I?
"Hello?" He muttered as I sat there in silence trying to figure out the turn of events and how it lead him to call me and say that. "Is this awkward?" He asked.
And then I snapped out of my hard ass-ness and said, "No. Not awkard at all." And then I can't believe I'm saying this but, "It's actually awesome. Yeah. Not awkward. Awesome." Looks like we are going to be exclusive.... alright. This is kind of cool. crazy.
I layed there in bed that night with a big grin on my face. I like this kid. He's fun. And he's got some balls. He's also not afraid to admit when he's wrong. It's actually pretty cute.
Since then, it has only gotten better. We haven't been on any official "dates" since then, but we've hung out with each other's friends together, I've hung out with him and his family. He's coming over next week for family dinner. He has been nothing but a doll to me. The last two times we hung out together we talked to the wee hours of the morning about anything and everything while he just really opened up to me and is showing me who he is and I really like it. We have a very raw honesty with one another, which is awesome and is really hard to find in another person. Mostly, we're becoming really good friends.
He wanted to take me out last friday on an awesome date he had planned, but I was so stressed for the weekend I opted to stay in because I really needed the down time. So I said he could stop by to watch a movie with me, and he picked up some ice cream sundae's for us! So sweet! I lost my chap-stick and the next day he was over with a new chap-stick for me. Is this guy for real? This is how every woman should be treated! I feel so lucky.
Please refrain from vomiting, but we call each other babe and baby. And as cheesy as that may sound, it feels really amazing. He is so supportive of me, and I of him, that it's almost unreal. Plus on top of it all, we are writing some really amazing music together and it's only going to get better! We decided we are not to the "having titles of boyfriend or girlfriend" stage yet, but no matter what comes of this I know I'm going to have a life long friend. Sometimes you just know.
I'll let you all know when he takes me out again... I know it's going to be better! I promise! And if for some reason it's not... he can suck it! lol
on the 10th date of christmas...
So obviously I've been breaking a lot of my own rules on my whole dating blog. The most obvious being that it's now the end of February and I just completed my 10th date of "Christmas..." But you know what, rules are made to be broken, and this is my story so I can write it how I wish. :)
Another rule I'm breaking is recycling one of my dates. Mr. March was so fun and we've been hanging out so much lately, writing amazing music together, that we've kissed a few more times and have really enjoyed each other's company. Which was kind of a surprise to me. It keeps getting better and better. My last blog I kind of filled you in on everything, so please go back to that if you missed the re-cap of our progression. I finally asked Mr. March if he would also like to be my Mr. October and go out with me again.
You wouldn't believe how excited I was for this date. If our first date was so much fun, I can't imagine how fun it's going to be now that we actually have some feelings for each other and we've gotten to know each other and have had some amazing moments together. He's actually really a sweet guy, and I'm wondering how he will treat me now that he's actually kind of courting me and not on a "blind" date.
It was so sweet... for Valentine's day he got me some tropical flowers because he knows I love tropical places. How cute! And he also got me a 6 pack of bananas because I love bananas! And it goes with the theme too! :) I may have written a rap for him for V-day and let him help me with it. I performed it for him while he beat boxed. It was really funny, because this all went down at his parent's house in front of his parents. Good times.
For Christmas my sister had gotten me 2 consecutive hours of jump time at G6 Airpark in Vancouver, Wa. It's basically an indoor facility that has a ton of trampolines all together and you can jump from one to another, and the walls are also trampolines. It has a basketball hoop too so you can jump up and slam dunk. It also has a foam pit where you jump from the trampoline and can practice flips and what not into the foam. Pretty cool. This was my date choice. :)
The week before, I called the facility to see if they would let me split the 2 hours of jump time into two- 1 hr sessions for 2 different people. They said no. Dang it! I'm pretty broke right now, so I'm trying to do things on the cheap right now, and a date is not really in my budget. Mr. March knows this and said he didn't mind paying his way for the jumping. Sweet!
So I told him I would pick him up from his place, since I was for sure not going to be drinking that night, and since the place was my idea. I wanted him to feel comfortable. Well I showed up at his place, and what do you know? He answers the door wearing a pink skulls onesie pajamas. A grown man in pink foot-y pajamas is quite the site. It was hilarious. I instantly am dissapointed that I am not in my red onesie with him! He was being funny because last week I had rode my bicycle to his house in my onesie for a writing session. ha ha. After seeing my reaction and getting a laugh, he changed into his actual work out gear for our jump session. G6 Airpark here we come!
When we get there I let the lady at the counter know that I had a Groupon to use. And she goes, "Oh, you only have 1?" And I said, "Yeah, I called last week and I was told that I could split the 2 hour session into two-1 hour sessions." (total fib of course) And she goes, "Oh, OK." As she reluctantly slapped a one hour bracelt on both mine and Mr. March's wrists! And that's how it's done folks! Bam! :) I wanted so bad to high five Mr March right then, or at least give him a chest bump or something, but had to keep my cool for the moment to not make it so obvious. 1 point for me!
We get into the trampolines and we are just 2 little kids. So much fun! It looks as though we are on average the oldest people there, minus the one dad of the group. The rest of the kids were between the ages of 7-15 mostly. We didn't care. We stood in line with the 10 year olds and took turns dunking the ball in the hoop by running up the trampoline wall and jumping. There was one kid in particular that we both really liked. I can't remember his name off the top, but it started with a D, so we'll just call him D.
D was a ton of fun! We felt bad for him though because he seemed to be a good kid, and the other kids were skipping his turn with the ball, but since we were adults, if Mr. March or I wanted the ball, they would give it to us, and then Mr. March would just pass it off to D. We had his back.
Well one of the first things D asked us was, "Are you guys married?"
We both replied with no.
"Well you should be. You guys seem like you are and you would make a really good married couple. Is that your girlfriend?"
"No." As we are both laughing. But find it kind of funny and random that kid would say that. It's kind of cute, I'm not gonna lie.
So we start jumping some more, and I'm off in the corner doing my own thing, running up and down the walls of the trampolines and practicing my cheer leader jumps and toe touches, and Mr March tells me that D came up to him and said, "You should probably just ask her to marry you already. She's obviously going to say yes, and then she's gonna cry." Really? This kid is hilarious. Sounds like he's been watching a little too much of my favorite show, ABC's The Bachelor! Ha!
As I look over at D, he's nodding his head in approval. And then he starts chanting... "Kiss her! Kiss her! Kiss her!" lol... so to both Mr. March's and D's surprise I go straight for the tongue and just stick it in Mr. March's mouth being funny. ha ha. D about gagged and said, "Ewww... you just stuck your tongue down his throat!" It was a priceless reaction. Good times!
We finish up jumping at the park and we stop in at Cruiser's for a burger and fries. Yummy! Well, I'm thinking that he is going to offer to pay because it is a "real" date this time, and to be honest I'm a little old fashioned when it comes to that. Maybe that's why I am often attracted to older men. They generally know how to treat a lady and make her feel like a woman. I feel like, especially during a courting phase, that a date will be a man's treat if he's really into her. He payed for the meal, and I offered to help, and with no hesitation he said sure! Hmm... not a total deal breaker, but definitely negative 1 point for him. I just told him I'd get his cover at Dukes and his first drink since all I had was a $20.
We went back to his place to change and clean up so we could get ready for Dukes. Dukes is a country bar that has some pool tables and a dance floor. I'm not a regular by any means, but I usually do really enjoy it when I go there! I've got my skin tight white jeans on with a cute tank top and light sweater on... and my sandals. I want my feet to be comfortable! No heels for me! I know that I said when you wear sexy panties you are excited for the date, but with my white jeans, there's no room for them at all, so I must have been really pumped for this one! ;) I'm feeling rather saucy this evening and feeling like I look pretty good. Let's do this!
We get there and we are dancing and having a pretty good time. I get Mr. March's Cover and his first drink, and then my $20 is gone, so I tell him he is on his own after that. The beginning of the night is pretty fun. We are having a good time, but something is a little off. I don't really feel like he's being himself. He's kind of got a cocki-ness to him this evening. Putting up a front and I'm not sure what it's about. Maybe it's the blog? But that's really annoying if it is, because he didn't care the first time around, and we've already hung out so many times. I really don't even care about the blog at this point, I just wanted an excuse to be on another date with him, but more of a real date, ya know?
It progressively got worse and worse and the night continued. He continuously drank more and more, as I stayed sober. That's usually never a good thing when one person is getting sloshed on a date, when the other isn't. Couldn't he at least stay sober with me for tonight? I guess he needed alcohol to have a good time with me, or at least that's how I was feeling. Negative 1 point.
He was actually pretty adorable trying to two-step with me. I was really proud of him, and he was picking it up really quickly. We made friends with lots of people and he started to get a little more flirty with other girls. Every time he would leave my side, I felt a number of men trying to flirt with me asking if they could buy me a drink or take me out to the dance floor and I was trying to so hard to let everybody know that I was there with Mr. March. I wanted him to know that he was who I wanted to be with, but I wasn't feeling the love being reciprocated unfortunately. Some of the drunk men at the bar were paying me more attention than he was.
And then we were taking a break outside by the fire and this really hot, drunk girl came up to us and started chatting with us. Said that we looked really friendly. They are both really lubricated at this point, and I'm dry sober, so I was only partially amused. She was funny, and her friends seemed nice. Well next thing you know, her and her girlfriend and boyfriend are out on the dance floor with us, and Mr. March is practically drooling over her. I tried to play it cool, but I was feeling a little but-hurt I'm not gonna lie. Then I saw these creepers in the corner just staring at her, so I tried to make light of the situation and point them out to Mr. March so he could laugh with me, but instead, he was like, "yeah, she's cute. Of course they're looking." And then as he undressed her with his eyes as she dropped her ass to the floor and her ass crack was hanging out that he couldn't stop staring at, he decided that he needed to make it clear that..."No, she's not cute... she's F-ing hot!!!" As he continued to undress her with his eyes. At this point, I was feeling rather worthless on the date. Who was I kidding? This guy took me to a strip club on our first date. I should have known better. I had thought I'd seen something better in him though, but here he was getting tanked and making me feel like a piece of shit. I guess I wouldn't have cared so much if it was our first date, or if I didn't know him. But I did. And I was really looking forward to it. But I was really dissapointed.
I wasn't going to cause a scene or anything, but in my mind, this was not worth it to me. I'm a busy enough person as it is, and I don't need a boyfriend by any means. In fact, having a boyfriend is a lot of time and a lot of effort that I just don't have to give the next guy that wants to go on a date with me. He's better be pretty darn special and had better make me feel like a million bucks when I'm with him if I'm going to be dating. But it just wasn't the case...
Well, he could sense something was up and asked, so I told him what he did. That it really probably wasn't a smart move to be drooling over another girl on the date, let alone telling your date how hot you thought she was, because 10-1 if she was hot, then I was already aware of it and didn't need him to point it out to me. It honestly hurts my feelings now even re-living it. Dang. I must really like this guy to be getting butt-hurt about it. I think it was just more the way it made me feel... I just don't want to put in any type of effort to somebody that's going to make me feel that crappy on a date, let alone our 2nd date! Oh well, can't win em all.
So when she ended up leaving, he apologized again and said, "I just want to apologize for saying that. It was stupid of me and I don't know what I was thinking. So even though, I shouldn't apoloagize, I'm going to." Really buuud? You shouldn't apologize?!?!? Then don't F-ing apologize if you don't think you should, because that makes you look like even more of an ass, not gonna lie. I was not happy. I wanted to be at home, or at least anywhere but dancing in his arms.
He tried to kiss me several times, but I wasn't really into it. I could only think about how I didn't want to be there with him. I really tried to keep dancing and have a good time, but over all I was just really dissapointed on how things went. I was a trooper though and we made it to closing and I drove him home. I walked him to his door and he went in for the kiss and I turned the cheek. Good night Mr. March. I was sad. I was certain that he was going to be a good date, and he just wasn't... I deserved better.
Another rule I'm breaking is recycling one of my dates. Mr. March was so fun and we've been hanging out so much lately, writing amazing music together, that we've kissed a few more times and have really enjoyed each other's company. Which was kind of a surprise to me. It keeps getting better and better. My last blog I kind of filled you in on everything, so please go back to that if you missed the re-cap of our progression. I finally asked Mr. March if he would also like to be my Mr. October and go out with me again.
You wouldn't believe how excited I was for this date. If our first date was so much fun, I can't imagine how fun it's going to be now that we actually have some feelings for each other and we've gotten to know each other and have had some amazing moments together. He's actually really a sweet guy, and I'm wondering how he will treat me now that he's actually kind of courting me and not on a "blind" date.
It was so sweet... for Valentine's day he got me some tropical flowers because he knows I love tropical places. How cute! And he also got me a 6 pack of bananas because I love bananas! And it goes with the theme too! :) I may have written a rap for him for V-day and let him help me with it. I performed it for him while he beat boxed. It was really funny, because this all went down at his parent's house in front of his parents. Good times.
For Christmas my sister had gotten me 2 consecutive hours of jump time at G6 Airpark in Vancouver, Wa. It's basically an indoor facility that has a ton of trampolines all together and you can jump from one to another, and the walls are also trampolines. It has a basketball hoop too so you can jump up and slam dunk. It also has a foam pit where you jump from the trampoline and can practice flips and what not into the foam. Pretty cool. This was my date choice. :)
The week before, I called the facility to see if they would let me split the 2 hours of jump time into two- 1 hr sessions for 2 different people. They said no. Dang it! I'm pretty broke right now, so I'm trying to do things on the cheap right now, and a date is not really in my budget. Mr. March knows this and said he didn't mind paying his way for the jumping. Sweet!
So I told him I would pick him up from his place, since I was for sure not going to be drinking that night, and since the place was my idea. I wanted him to feel comfortable. Well I showed up at his place, and what do you know? He answers the door wearing a pink skulls onesie pajamas. A grown man in pink foot-y pajamas is quite the site. It was hilarious. I instantly am dissapointed that I am not in my red onesie with him! He was being funny because last week I had rode my bicycle to his house in my onesie for a writing session. ha ha. After seeing my reaction and getting a laugh, he changed into his actual work out gear for our jump session. G6 Airpark here we come!
When we get there I let the lady at the counter know that I had a Groupon to use. And she goes, "Oh, you only have 1?" And I said, "Yeah, I called last week and I was told that I could split the 2 hour session into two-1 hour sessions." (total fib of course) And she goes, "Oh, OK." As she reluctantly slapped a one hour bracelt on both mine and Mr. March's wrists! And that's how it's done folks! Bam! :) I wanted so bad to high five Mr March right then, or at least give him a chest bump or something, but had to keep my cool for the moment to not make it so obvious. 1 point for me!
We get into the trampolines and we are just 2 little kids. So much fun! It looks as though we are on average the oldest people there, minus the one dad of the group. The rest of the kids were between the ages of 7-15 mostly. We didn't care. We stood in line with the 10 year olds and took turns dunking the ball in the hoop by running up the trampoline wall and jumping. There was one kid in particular that we both really liked. I can't remember his name off the top, but it started with a D, so we'll just call him D.
D was a ton of fun! We felt bad for him though because he seemed to be a good kid, and the other kids were skipping his turn with the ball, but since we were adults, if Mr. March or I wanted the ball, they would give it to us, and then Mr. March would just pass it off to D. We had his back.
Well one of the first things D asked us was, "Are you guys married?"
We both replied with no.
"Well you should be. You guys seem like you are and you would make a really good married couple. Is that your girlfriend?"
"No." As we are both laughing. But find it kind of funny and random that kid would say that. It's kind of cute, I'm not gonna lie.
So we start jumping some more, and I'm off in the corner doing my own thing, running up and down the walls of the trampolines and practicing my cheer leader jumps and toe touches, and Mr March tells me that D came up to him and said, "You should probably just ask her to marry you already. She's obviously going to say yes, and then she's gonna cry." Really? This kid is hilarious. Sounds like he's been watching a little too much of my favorite show, ABC's The Bachelor! Ha!
As I look over at D, he's nodding his head in approval. And then he starts chanting... "Kiss her! Kiss her! Kiss her!" lol... so to both Mr. March's and D's surprise I go straight for the tongue and just stick it in Mr. March's mouth being funny. ha ha. D about gagged and said, "Ewww... you just stuck your tongue down his throat!" It was a priceless reaction. Good times!
We finish up jumping at the park and we stop in at Cruiser's for a burger and fries. Yummy! Well, I'm thinking that he is going to offer to pay because it is a "real" date this time, and to be honest I'm a little old fashioned when it comes to that. Maybe that's why I am often attracted to older men. They generally know how to treat a lady and make her feel like a woman. I feel like, especially during a courting phase, that a date will be a man's treat if he's really into her. He payed for the meal, and I offered to help, and with no hesitation he said sure! Hmm... not a total deal breaker, but definitely negative 1 point for him. I just told him I'd get his cover at Dukes and his first drink since all I had was a $20.
We went back to his place to change and clean up so we could get ready for Dukes. Dukes is a country bar that has some pool tables and a dance floor. I'm not a regular by any means, but I usually do really enjoy it when I go there! I've got my skin tight white jeans on with a cute tank top and light sweater on... and my sandals. I want my feet to be comfortable! No heels for me! I know that I said when you wear sexy panties you are excited for the date, but with my white jeans, there's no room for them at all, so I must have been really pumped for this one! ;) I'm feeling rather saucy this evening and feeling like I look pretty good. Let's do this!
We get there and we are dancing and having a pretty good time. I get Mr. March's Cover and his first drink, and then my $20 is gone, so I tell him he is on his own after that. The beginning of the night is pretty fun. We are having a good time, but something is a little off. I don't really feel like he's being himself. He's kind of got a cocki-ness to him this evening. Putting up a front and I'm not sure what it's about. Maybe it's the blog? But that's really annoying if it is, because he didn't care the first time around, and we've already hung out so many times. I really don't even care about the blog at this point, I just wanted an excuse to be on another date with him, but more of a real date, ya know?
It progressively got worse and worse and the night continued. He continuously drank more and more, as I stayed sober. That's usually never a good thing when one person is getting sloshed on a date, when the other isn't. Couldn't he at least stay sober with me for tonight? I guess he needed alcohol to have a good time with me, or at least that's how I was feeling. Negative 1 point.
He was actually pretty adorable trying to two-step with me. I was really proud of him, and he was picking it up really quickly. We made friends with lots of people and he started to get a little more flirty with other girls. Every time he would leave my side, I felt a number of men trying to flirt with me asking if they could buy me a drink or take me out to the dance floor and I was trying to so hard to let everybody know that I was there with Mr. March. I wanted him to know that he was who I wanted to be with, but I wasn't feeling the love being reciprocated unfortunately. Some of the drunk men at the bar were paying me more attention than he was.
And then we were taking a break outside by the fire and this really hot, drunk girl came up to us and started chatting with us. Said that we looked really friendly. They are both really lubricated at this point, and I'm dry sober, so I was only partially amused. She was funny, and her friends seemed nice. Well next thing you know, her and her girlfriend and boyfriend are out on the dance floor with us, and Mr. March is practically drooling over her. I tried to play it cool, but I was feeling a little but-hurt I'm not gonna lie. Then I saw these creepers in the corner just staring at her, so I tried to make light of the situation and point them out to Mr. March so he could laugh with me, but instead, he was like, "yeah, she's cute. Of course they're looking." And then as he undressed her with his eyes as she dropped her ass to the floor and her ass crack was hanging out that he couldn't stop staring at, he decided that he needed to make it clear that..."No, she's not cute... she's F-ing hot!!!" As he continued to undress her with his eyes. At this point, I was feeling rather worthless on the date. Who was I kidding? This guy took me to a strip club on our first date. I should have known better. I had thought I'd seen something better in him though, but here he was getting tanked and making me feel like a piece of shit. I guess I wouldn't have cared so much if it was our first date, or if I didn't know him. But I did. And I was really looking forward to it. But I was really dissapointed.
I wasn't going to cause a scene or anything, but in my mind, this was not worth it to me. I'm a busy enough person as it is, and I don't need a boyfriend by any means. In fact, having a boyfriend is a lot of time and a lot of effort that I just don't have to give the next guy that wants to go on a date with me. He's better be pretty darn special and had better make me feel like a million bucks when I'm with him if I'm going to be dating. But it just wasn't the case...
Well, he could sense something was up and asked, so I told him what he did. That it really probably wasn't a smart move to be drooling over another girl on the date, let alone telling your date how hot you thought she was, because 10-1 if she was hot, then I was already aware of it and didn't need him to point it out to me. It honestly hurts my feelings now even re-living it. Dang. I must really like this guy to be getting butt-hurt about it. I think it was just more the way it made me feel... I just don't want to put in any type of effort to somebody that's going to make me feel that crappy on a date, let alone our 2nd date! Oh well, can't win em all.
So when she ended up leaving, he apologized again and said, "I just want to apologize for saying that. It was stupid of me and I don't know what I was thinking. So even though, I shouldn't apoloagize, I'm going to." Really buuud? You shouldn't apologize?!?!? Then don't F-ing apologize if you don't think you should, because that makes you look like even more of an ass, not gonna lie. I was not happy. I wanted to be at home, or at least anywhere but dancing in his arms.
He tried to kiss me several times, but I wasn't really into it. I could only think about how I didn't want to be there with him. I really tried to keep dancing and have a good time, but over all I was just really dissapointed on how things went. I was a trooper though and we made it to closing and I drove him home. I walked him to his door and he went in for the kiss and I turned the cheek. Good night Mr. March. I was sad. I was certain that he was going to be a good date, and he just wasn't... I deserved better.
Thursday, February 23, 2012
March is the New October...
So, my last blog I was thinking about another guy. A guy who I'd already been out with before. And you all know who he is. He's the infamous date #3. Mr. March.
For those of you who don't remember who that is, he is the one that took me to the gentlemen's establishment, who I honestly was not interested in dating, despite the fun that was had. A little too much alcohol and inappropriateness than I would like to have liked to go down on a first date with a potential suitor. ha ha . But sometimes things just happen that are out of your control. Funny part about this guy is that he is the son of someone my parents grew up with who I have met at their parties before.
I really liked Mr. March as a friend. And that's about as far as I was going to take it. But my Aunt who set me up with him, did warn me he was an amazing musician. Well my country cover band was looking for a guitar player so I thought I'd invite him out to play with us one night.
Oh my gosh that was fun! We had this ridiculous banter with one another and I could tell we both understood each other right there. He was able to put into words everything that I couldn't musically, and the way he played, and harmonized with me gave me chills. There were other musicians there that night, but we really got each other I felt. Maybe it was just me, but I don't think so.
We were done with practice and I hadn't planned to hang out with him after, so we went seperate ways. I got to my house, and thought to myself, I really was having fun, why are we not hanging out still? I sent him a text to see if he was interested in hanging. He asked what I had in mind, and I really didn't have anything. Just kind of wanted to see him. We had a really good time, so why not?
Even though he was almost home already and in the opposite direction, he came back to my place to hang out with me. This time he actually got invited into my apartment and we hung out trying to figure out what we were going to do. Well maybe an hour or more went by, and we realized it was already getting late, and just hanging out was actually not so bad after all. hmm???
The cover country band wasn't really his thing, and for some reason I already knew it wouldn't be as soon as he came, but he was such a good sport about it, and it really was fun! Maybe we should just jam together sometime? And if we're going to jam together, maybe we should actually try to write something too?
Turns out both Mr. March and I have never written a song before. We've both tried a number of times, but for some reason could never finish... until we found each other. We decided to try a writing session and we were both really nervous about it. At least I was. I had never done this before, and when you're not comfortable with something musically, it is a very vulnurable position to be in with somebody else just to put yourself out there. We did end up having some beers and wine this night.
It was funny because my roommate had friends over that night, as we were on the couch trying to get all heart felt and trying to write this love song. Mr. March had written a hook for a country song at least a year back, and he thought it was stupid. I asked him to play it for me, and it gave me chills. This is the song we are writing! And while we're at it, let's try and sell it to somebody in Nashville since I will be going there shortly anyway!!!
In just 3 fun writing sessions we had this amazing song. I was all of the words he wasn't able to express, and he was the music that I couldn't. It was amazing. Wow. We make an amazing team. And this is so good, and we both love to sing and perform, and you don't find this every day... maybe we should just continue to write together and instead of selling this song, we make it our own. Country duo anyone?
What's interesting about this, is that he loves old school country, but hasn't really given the new school country much of a chance. And I'm kind of vice versa. We really are the perfect team. And so supportive of each other. I've never had so much fun. Sometimes when we finish an amazing writing session we kiss. It just happens. Nothing is forced about it. It just feels right. Plus that smile of his is to die for.
This has all been kind of cray cray I'm not gonna lie. We have been meeting at least 2-3 times a week to write together, but it seems as though it consumes us both all day every day. We send ideas back and forth to one another all day long. When he goes on his lunch break he'll have another 5 song ideas in his inbox to talk to me about. To date, we have written 5 songs together and have 42 ideas in the works. Kind of amazing if you ask me, especially in the short amount of time we've known each other.
We both love Weiner dogs too! If that's not amazing!!! We even talked about our dream house together with our in home recording studio, work out room, pool, dance studio, softball field in the back yard, hot tub, and our Weiner dog named Murray... no cats allowed! Maybe we are getting a little ahead of ourselves here...
After a writing session (at his parents house, yes...) I asked him if he wanted to be my date #10 as well.
"Well who is going to be your date #11 and #12?" He asked.
I replied, "Well that just depends on how date #10 goes... ;)"
Looks like Mr. March is the New Mr. October and even though date #10 isn't going to be with the dreamy bartender that I was rejected by, I think it might just be one to remember...
For those of you who don't remember who that is, he is the one that took me to the gentlemen's establishment, who I honestly was not interested in dating, despite the fun that was had. A little too much alcohol and inappropriateness than I would like to have liked to go down on a first date with a potential suitor. ha ha . But sometimes things just happen that are out of your control. Funny part about this guy is that he is the son of someone my parents grew up with who I have met at their parties before.
I really liked Mr. March as a friend. And that's about as far as I was going to take it. But my Aunt who set me up with him, did warn me he was an amazing musician. Well my country cover band was looking for a guitar player so I thought I'd invite him out to play with us one night.
Oh my gosh that was fun! We had this ridiculous banter with one another and I could tell we both understood each other right there. He was able to put into words everything that I couldn't musically, and the way he played, and harmonized with me gave me chills. There were other musicians there that night, but we really got each other I felt. Maybe it was just me, but I don't think so.
We were done with practice and I hadn't planned to hang out with him after, so we went seperate ways. I got to my house, and thought to myself, I really was having fun, why are we not hanging out still? I sent him a text to see if he was interested in hanging. He asked what I had in mind, and I really didn't have anything. Just kind of wanted to see him. We had a really good time, so why not?
Even though he was almost home already and in the opposite direction, he came back to my place to hang out with me. This time he actually got invited into my apartment and we hung out trying to figure out what we were going to do. Well maybe an hour or more went by, and we realized it was already getting late, and just hanging out was actually not so bad after all. hmm???
The cover country band wasn't really his thing, and for some reason I already knew it wouldn't be as soon as he came, but he was such a good sport about it, and it really was fun! Maybe we should just jam together sometime? And if we're going to jam together, maybe we should actually try to write something too?
Turns out both Mr. March and I have never written a song before. We've both tried a number of times, but for some reason could never finish... until we found each other. We decided to try a writing session and we were both really nervous about it. At least I was. I had never done this before, and when you're not comfortable with something musically, it is a very vulnurable position to be in with somebody else just to put yourself out there. We did end up having some beers and wine this night.
It was funny because my roommate had friends over that night, as we were on the couch trying to get all heart felt and trying to write this love song. Mr. March had written a hook for a country song at least a year back, and he thought it was stupid. I asked him to play it for me, and it gave me chills. This is the song we are writing! And while we're at it, let's try and sell it to somebody in Nashville since I will be going there shortly anyway!!!
In just 3 fun writing sessions we had this amazing song. I was all of the words he wasn't able to express, and he was the music that I couldn't. It was amazing. Wow. We make an amazing team. And this is so good, and we both love to sing and perform, and you don't find this every day... maybe we should just continue to write together and instead of selling this song, we make it our own. Country duo anyone?
What's interesting about this, is that he loves old school country, but hasn't really given the new school country much of a chance. And I'm kind of vice versa. We really are the perfect team. And so supportive of each other. I've never had so much fun. Sometimes when we finish an amazing writing session we kiss. It just happens. Nothing is forced about it. It just feels right. Plus that smile of his is to die for.
This has all been kind of cray cray I'm not gonna lie. We have been meeting at least 2-3 times a week to write together, but it seems as though it consumes us both all day every day. We send ideas back and forth to one another all day long. When he goes on his lunch break he'll have another 5 song ideas in his inbox to talk to me about. To date, we have written 5 songs together and have 42 ideas in the works. Kind of amazing if you ask me, especially in the short amount of time we've known each other.
We both love Weiner dogs too! If that's not amazing!!! We even talked about our dream house together with our in home recording studio, work out room, pool, dance studio, softball field in the back yard, hot tub, and our Weiner dog named Murray... no cats allowed! Maybe we are getting a little ahead of ourselves here...
After a writing session (at his parents house, yes...) I asked him if he wanted to be my date #10 as well.
"Well who is going to be your date #11 and #12?" He asked.
I replied, "Well that just depends on how date #10 goes... ;)"
Looks like Mr. March is the New Mr. October and even though date #10 isn't going to be with the dreamy bartender that I was rejected by, I think it might just be one to remember...
Monday, February 20, 2012
On the 9th date of Xmas...
Mr. September
B/M/26. Dental student
So this date happened to take place when I was on vacation in Nashville Tennessee. I was having a great trip with some old friends and I went out one night w an old gf of mine and a couple of her gf's. We decided to go to a dance club and have a good time. Dance clubs aren't normally my scene, but I really do love to dance. Plus I'm on vacation!!! I grabbed myself a cocktail and headed towards the dance floor!
As girls will be girls we were having us an inappropriate time by grabbing on to the railing and shaking our booty's up and down, driving the perverts crazy. It was hilarious. Well out of the corner of my eye I spotted this really sexy black man who was sitting down by himself. Honestly looked like he was about to fall asleep. I wanted that! So I went up to him and just started dancing on him. Next thing you know he was awake and was actually really sweet. I was bold and asked to exchange numbers and said, "you're taking me out tomorrow!"
Then the girls grabbed my hand and drug me out of there and we bar hopped the rest of the night. At the last bar we ended up at called "Loosers" a guy dared me to do 100 pushups in a row, so of course I did. Took me a while, but with a little effort and a lot of sweat I did it! I was definitely gonna feel that in the morning!
I woke up the next morning with a text from the guy at the club, Mr. September, which said he thought I looked really beautiful last night and was excited to see me today. Good way to start a morning. :). I wasn't quite sure what the plan was, but I knew I was going to be watching football that day. I invited him out with my gf and her hubby who I was staying with but he didn't feel comfortable. He wanted it to just be us. I told him I wasn't sure if that would happen because my gf and I traveled a long way to see each other and she was my first priority.
Needless to say the night got pretty wild. I wasnt drinking at all that night mind you, but we somehow ended up at another gentlemens establishment. Yes, it was myself, my gf, and her hubby. Good times. They got married last year and she was on a mission to get her hubby a lap dance and so I came along for the ride. It was pretty comical. At one point she excused herself and left me with her hubby to "pick out" the lucky lady.
Once we finally picked her out, my gf and her husband and I all went into the back room while her and I sat on a couch kitty corner from him as we got to watch his lap dance take place. It was pretty sexy, I'm not gonna lie, but if that were my husband I think I would have probably been a little jealous, if not a lot. But my gf was really cool about it and they were ready to go back to the hotel (where I was also staying in the room).... So my plan was to give them some time alone while I hung out in the hotel bar.
I had never met up with Mr. September that day so I asked him to meet me there at my hotel bar. This way I was already home and safe. Well when we got there, my gf and her hubby went up to their room and I saw that the hotel bar was closed already. It was just midnight and was shut down. Pickles!
Mr September was already there and offered to take me back to his place and hang out if I wanted. I said on 2 conditions: 1. If you promise to take me home. And 2. If you feed me. I was hungry! Done deal!
We were back at his pad and I was in heaven eating a bagel w cream cheese and some chips and salsa. Good times. :) we had a really nice conversation and he was telling me about his struggles getting into dental school. He was from the west coast too(San Fran)so we seemed to have similar views on things. We laughed a little and had a good time but it was getting late so I should probably head back now.
We get in the car with the intention of stopping at McDonald's to pick up my gf some fries, and then we hear this weird eerie constant beep. So we both check to see if our seatbelts were undone, and we were both strapped in. What the heck. It's ringing in our ears. Is it outside??? We roll down our windows and it's definitely coming from outside, but souds like it's coming from all directions. Something is not right... We turn on the radio. And there's a muffled man's voice, telling us to get inside and to stay away from all windows. It's a Tornado warming. Holy crap. We instantly turn back around to his place. We are freaking out.
We run upstairs to his room and are standing near the closet. Both of our eyes watering in panic. This is both of our first tornado warnings. We don't even know each other. We were going to try and turn on some music but the internet is down. Mr. September has some berry flavored vodka he offers me. Yes please! My phone is about to die, but before it does, I'm hey-telling my gf back at her hotel. For those of you who don't know what "Hey-Tell" is, it's basically a walkie talkie function on the I-Phone and the Android. It's basically instant voice messaging, like a text but with your voice. It's pretty cool! Anyway, my gf is "Hey-telling" me updates on the tornado heading our direction, etc. Before my phone died I gave her this guy's contact info just in case something were to happen.
So here we are, my phone's dead. The sirens are still going off and we are drinking Berry Vodka. Might as well enjoy ourselves. We ended up having a blast. We started singing all of the old theme songs to cartoons we used to watch growing up. I think Darkwing Duck was even thrown in there. Full House, Step By Step, Family Matters, Power Rangers, Captain Planet. All of the classics. Then we sang Boys 2 Men together, and Mariah Carey. It was out of control but we were laughing and having a reall fun time.
He kissed me. It was nice. But I didn't really know this guy. The kissing went on for a little bit, but as much fun as I was having I wasn't really into it. So I tried to stop, and he started getting more and more aggressive. He got out of control aggressive. I will leave out the details, but needless to say the night didn't end well. I was crying on the ride back home, and he was apologizing. He seemed sincerely sorry, but I didn't know this guy and told him he'd never hear from me again. He was sad, but mostly upset with himself for getting out of hand. Which he should have been.
It was maybe 5 in the morning when I got back to the hotel and they let me in. I went straight to the shower so I could cry some more and so my gf and her hubby wouldn't hear me. The next morning I tried to play it cool and act like nothing happened, but ended up coming clean later that night.
Mr. September texted me the next day apologizing again and telling me he felt like one of my softball girls who were in trouble. He told me how much fun he had with me and that he would never forget that night and hoped I could forgive him some day. I didn't respond.
A couple of weeks later I recived another text from him telling me that he tried to forget about me, and just couldn't and that he was so so sorry. Well it wasn't just 1 text message. That message was sent to me repeatedly over the next hour non-stop. I had over 300 of the same messages from this guy. It was freaking me out. I tried to figure out a way to block his number. There had to be an I-Phone App for that. But nothing was working. Finally I just pretended that I blocked his number, and I started replying back with "Your number has been blocked. Message 777." Eventually it ended and I haven't heard from him since. Phew.
To be honest, I think I wasn't really into that date to begin with because I was thinking about someone else back home. Someone who I'd already been out with...
To be continued...
Thursday, February 2, 2012
On the 6th Date of Christmas...
12/19/11
Mr. June 39 Male/ Nurse. Lives in Southern Oregon part-time. Has 13 year old child.
Before I get into Mr. June's date, I want to give you an update on what happened with date #10. I really was looking forward to date #10 so much! He was so dreamy. Not quite Ryan Goslin dreamy... but he was knocking. In case you missed my last blog here is a quick re-cap:
I met a hottie bartender who I was totally smitten/infactuated with. I wanted that, so I decided to drop him all my info including my phone number, which he never utilized. dang. But have no fear! I was able to online stock him and find his linked in account to ask him out again, as if my forwardness wasn't enough the first time. And yes, I created a Linked In account just to talk to him, so he wouldn't think I was crazy, which actually probably worked against that, but you gotta do what you gotta do, right?
Well I finally got a reply back from him on the Linked in message I sent and this is how it went:
Hi Dallas,I really do close 7/7 nights a week. Not in a spot where I can date right now. I'm flattered though. Plus I have an ex that's flying in for the holidays from NYC... So I'm literally booked every minute. Thank you though. I also am attempting to move back down to SD, so follow me on this LinkedIn thingy to see where I end up.Regards,Ryan
Is it just me, or did I totally just get rejected? Son-of-a-Bee! Dang. That sucks.... He even did it all politely too. The nerve. lol... You've got to kind of laugh at yourself. But seriously, I was totally bummed when I got that, and I actually cancelled date 6-8 after that, and was really going to quit. The guys just seemed to not be putting in much effort, and the last thing I wanted to be was an inconvenience... so I cancelled those ones.
Then I got a text from my brother in law's sister telling me she found a guy for me to date. At this point, I was kind of done putting in the effort, but since there was one person that wanted to go on a date with me, I guess I would give it one more shot before I quit for good...
And so Mr. June picked me up from my place a little after 5pm after getting a little lost. When he pulled up I was outside waiting for him, and instead of getting out of his car he just rolled his passenger side window down and told me to hop in. Man, what is with people and their lack of communication skills? He's 39... you would think he would get that it's not polite to not introduce yourself to a stranger before asking them in your car, but then again, the 12 dates of X-mas thing isn't quite the norm either, so I'll let it slide this time.
He seems like the type that is not good with directions. What is with me choosing dates that don't know how to get anywhere. He's driving a stick shift too, so I am for sure going to get car-sick. Here we go again!... but he actually was making me laugh quite a bit in the car-ride over. He was making wrong turns, getting caught in the middle of the intersection, and awkwadly making fun of himself, which was in a weird way, kind of funny and charming. He wasn't a bad looking guy, but he was definitely no Ryan Gosling, or Bartender look a-like.
Well he ended up taking me somewhere I have actually always wanted to try out but never had. He had a lot of spunk and energy and I really liked that. We went to the Glowing Greens Golf Course in Downtown Portland. It's the under ground mini-golf course that's glow in the dark/black light under the Hilton Hotel. He was a gentleman and payed for it, because he informed me that he won $500 that day! So I didn't feel bad at all. Tonight, was on him... and I was cool with it! This was probably the best date idea so far!
We were pretty even at our mini-golf skills, but I was playing way better than I play that game on average for some reason. I was just waiting for my true god-awful skills to start showing... and sure enough...! I started to get a little too aggressive and I would hit the ball so hard it bounced into other peoples territories and off the wall, and roll down the walk way. I was laughing so hard I was crying. We both were. It definitely relieved some of the nervouse tension I think, and we laughed a lot down there.
It kind of ended up turning into, let's make fun of Dallas game, and I was totally down. It's really fun to laugh at yourself sometimes. And then when he would have a bad stroke, he "pulled a Dallas." Ahhh... good laughter and good times.
We were done with our game just in time for our dinner reservations. We walked over to Hubert's for dinner. It's the oldest resaurant in Portland and I'd never heard of it. I'm from here, and I didn't even know that. That's bad. But I was really excited that I had tried 2 things I'd never done before in one night! The dates of Christmas were totally worth it, if only just for that! They are supposidly known for the flaming spanish coffees which we got to watch people drink all around us.
So now it was time to actually talk and get to know each other. It would have been much more intimidating had we had dinner first, but we had already been laughing together and having a good time, so there wasn't any tension at all really. It was cool. We laughed a lot, and I got to know about him a little bit more.
Turns out he has a 13 year old daughter who lives in Souther Oregon, where he mainly lives, but he works part time in Portland. I was asking him all about his daughter, because 1. I wanted to know. and 2. I coach a girls's softball team pretty close to that age.
So I asked him what she was involved in, what her hobbies were, and anything else he wanted to tell me. And he really didn't seem too impressed with her. I don't even know if he came up with one good thing to say about her. Not that he was saying bad things, he just had nothing to say, which I felt was a little weird. Most dad's are proud of their daughters no matter what, and sometimes when they really shouldn't be, but he was drawing a blank. It was weird. He talked about his ex a little too, which was weird as well. He was asking me if I'd ever been divorced too. Having never been married, the question kind of caught me off guard, but I could tell he asked it, so it would be an opening for him to tell me about his. Go ahead I guess. Genereally not something I would really ask about on a first date, but why not?
Another red flag was that he said he had been 12 years Sober. I think that's great. But I know that once you're an alcoholic you are always an alcoholic. And unless I really like you or are in love with you, I probably don't want to go down that route, ya know?
After the awkward talk was out of the way, we got to laughing again wich was great. One of my favorite phrases to use is "that's what she said. or he said." depending on the context obviously. But Mr. June told me one I had never heard. "In your mouth." Basically you finish every sentence with that and it's hilarious. Let's try it then! I suggest...
The waiter came back to the table and I wanted to try it so bad on him but he was looking right at me and I couldn't muster the courage that time. Dang it, opportunity missed! I told Mr. June that I almost said it to the waiter, and we laughed about how funny it would be, but he told me I would never. Never tell me there's something I can't do... because I will surely do it. It's on...
So the waiter came back and asked if we wanted dessert. I replied with, "Yes, in your mouth." as I looked across at Mr. June because I couldn't make eye contact with the waiter and keep a straight face as I said it. The waiter had a puzzled look on his face, and Mr. June gave me the look like, "No way you just said that." And so the Waiter then said in confusion, "Can I bring you the bill." This time with even more courage I say louder, "Yeah... in your mouth." I had lost it. Mr. June had lost it. We were dying laughing. Tears were welling up, and the waiter had no clue as to what had just happened. It was over. We were both having a lauging attack right in the middle of this nice restaurant. I was certain I would pee my pants, or at least have to change my undies, but instead the water came out of my eyes. Our eyes. My abs hurt so bad, and I had realized I hadn't laughed that hard in a really long time. It felt really good.
Mr. June may not have been for me, but we sure did laugh a lot and have a good time. I would definitely be his friend....
That was, until I got home and I had already saw that he posted on my brother in law's sister's facebook page about how awesome of a time we had on our date and that he couldn't wait to see me again, or something like that. It was a little over the top for how I thought the actual date really went. I mean, it was fun... but not that fun.
The next morning I had a Facebook friend request from his 13 year old daughter... eek! Really? That was a little creepy.
Then later when I posted that I was still going on dates after Christmas, he got super posessive about it and posted that he didn't want to have to be the one to give me the bad news that Christmas had already passed, which meant I no longer was to go on any more dates. It burst his bubble, when I told him I'm the one who made up the rules so I can break them if I want.
He then texted me, and said "This obviously isn't going to work out, so the best of luck!" I think he was fishing for me to tell him that there was still a chance, but I said "Thanks, you too!" I don't need any more psycho men in my life. Yikes.
Alright... next 6 dates I'm still going to do, but I'm changing the rules for real. I am going to find the dates myself. No more set-ups with people I don't want to date! No offense, but my friends failed me on their set-ups. If a woman knows what she wants, then who better to go find it than herself? Instead of having the man choose the dates... I'm going to choose them. These are my rules. I do what I want! :) Yay!
Mr. June 39 Male/ Nurse. Lives in Southern Oregon part-time. Has 13 year old child.
Before I get into Mr. June's date, I want to give you an update on what happened with date #10. I really was looking forward to date #10 so much! He was so dreamy. Not quite Ryan Goslin dreamy... but he was knocking. In case you missed my last blog here is a quick re-cap:
I met a hottie bartender who I was totally smitten/infactuated with. I wanted that, so I decided to drop him all my info including my phone number, which he never utilized. dang. But have no fear! I was able to online stock him and find his linked in account to ask him out again, as if my forwardness wasn't enough the first time. And yes, I created a Linked In account just to talk to him, so he wouldn't think I was crazy, which actually probably worked against that, but you gotta do what you gotta do, right?
Well I finally got a reply back from him on the Linked in message I sent and this is how it went:
Hi Dallas,I really do close 7/7 nights a week. Not in a spot where I can date right now. I'm flattered though. Plus I have an ex that's flying in for the holidays from NYC... So I'm literally booked every minute. Thank you though. I also am attempting to move back down to SD, so follow me on this LinkedIn thingy to see where I end up.Regards,Ryan
Is it just me, or did I totally just get rejected? Son-of-a-Bee! Dang. That sucks.... He even did it all politely too. The nerve. lol... You've got to kind of laugh at yourself. But seriously, I was totally bummed when I got that, and I actually cancelled date 6-8 after that, and was really going to quit. The guys just seemed to not be putting in much effort, and the last thing I wanted to be was an inconvenience... so I cancelled those ones.
Then I got a text from my brother in law's sister telling me she found a guy for me to date. At this point, I was kind of done putting in the effort, but since there was one person that wanted to go on a date with me, I guess I would give it one more shot before I quit for good...
And so Mr. June picked me up from my place a little after 5pm after getting a little lost. When he pulled up I was outside waiting for him, and instead of getting out of his car he just rolled his passenger side window down and told me to hop in. Man, what is with people and their lack of communication skills? He's 39... you would think he would get that it's not polite to not introduce yourself to a stranger before asking them in your car, but then again, the 12 dates of X-mas thing isn't quite the norm either, so I'll let it slide this time.
He seems like the type that is not good with directions. What is with me choosing dates that don't know how to get anywhere. He's driving a stick shift too, so I am for sure going to get car-sick. Here we go again!... but he actually was making me laugh quite a bit in the car-ride over. He was making wrong turns, getting caught in the middle of the intersection, and awkwadly making fun of himself, which was in a weird way, kind of funny and charming. He wasn't a bad looking guy, but he was definitely no Ryan Gosling, or Bartender look a-like.
Well he ended up taking me somewhere I have actually always wanted to try out but never had. He had a lot of spunk and energy and I really liked that. We went to the Glowing Greens Golf Course in Downtown Portland. It's the under ground mini-golf course that's glow in the dark/black light under the Hilton Hotel. He was a gentleman and payed for it, because he informed me that he won $500 that day! So I didn't feel bad at all. Tonight, was on him... and I was cool with it! This was probably the best date idea so far!
We were pretty even at our mini-golf skills, but I was playing way better than I play that game on average for some reason. I was just waiting for my true god-awful skills to start showing... and sure enough...! I started to get a little too aggressive and I would hit the ball so hard it bounced into other peoples territories and off the wall, and roll down the walk way. I was laughing so hard I was crying. We both were. It definitely relieved some of the nervouse tension I think, and we laughed a lot down there.
It kind of ended up turning into, let's make fun of Dallas game, and I was totally down. It's really fun to laugh at yourself sometimes. And then when he would have a bad stroke, he "pulled a Dallas." Ahhh... good laughter and good times.
We were done with our game just in time for our dinner reservations. We walked over to Hubert's for dinner. It's the oldest resaurant in Portland and I'd never heard of it. I'm from here, and I didn't even know that. That's bad. But I was really excited that I had tried 2 things I'd never done before in one night! The dates of Christmas were totally worth it, if only just for that! They are supposidly known for the flaming spanish coffees which we got to watch people drink all around us.
So now it was time to actually talk and get to know each other. It would have been much more intimidating had we had dinner first, but we had already been laughing together and having a good time, so there wasn't any tension at all really. It was cool. We laughed a lot, and I got to know about him a little bit more.
Turns out he has a 13 year old daughter who lives in Souther Oregon, where he mainly lives, but he works part time in Portland. I was asking him all about his daughter, because 1. I wanted to know. and 2. I coach a girls's softball team pretty close to that age.
So I asked him what she was involved in, what her hobbies were, and anything else he wanted to tell me. And he really didn't seem too impressed with her. I don't even know if he came up with one good thing to say about her. Not that he was saying bad things, he just had nothing to say, which I felt was a little weird. Most dad's are proud of their daughters no matter what, and sometimes when they really shouldn't be, but he was drawing a blank. It was weird. He talked about his ex a little too, which was weird as well. He was asking me if I'd ever been divorced too. Having never been married, the question kind of caught me off guard, but I could tell he asked it, so it would be an opening for him to tell me about his. Go ahead I guess. Genereally not something I would really ask about on a first date, but why not?
Another red flag was that he said he had been 12 years Sober. I think that's great. But I know that once you're an alcoholic you are always an alcoholic. And unless I really like you or are in love with you, I probably don't want to go down that route, ya know?
After the awkward talk was out of the way, we got to laughing again wich was great. One of my favorite phrases to use is "that's what she said. or he said." depending on the context obviously. But Mr. June told me one I had never heard. "In your mouth." Basically you finish every sentence with that and it's hilarious. Let's try it then! I suggest...
The waiter came back to the table and I wanted to try it so bad on him but he was looking right at me and I couldn't muster the courage that time. Dang it, opportunity missed! I told Mr. June that I almost said it to the waiter, and we laughed about how funny it would be, but he told me I would never. Never tell me there's something I can't do... because I will surely do it. It's on...
So the waiter came back and asked if we wanted dessert. I replied with, "Yes, in your mouth." as I looked across at Mr. June because I couldn't make eye contact with the waiter and keep a straight face as I said it. The waiter had a puzzled look on his face, and Mr. June gave me the look like, "No way you just said that." And so the Waiter then said in confusion, "Can I bring you the bill." This time with even more courage I say louder, "Yeah... in your mouth." I had lost it. Mr. June had lost it. We were dying laughing. Tears were welling up, and the waiter had no clue as to what had just happened. It was over. We were both having a lauging attack right in the middle of this nice restaurant. I was certain I would pee my pants, or at least have to change my undies, but instead the water came out of my eyes. Our eyes. My abs hurt so bad, and I had realized I hadn't laughed that hard in a really long time. It felt really good.
Mr. June may not have been for me, but we sure did laugh a lot and have a good time. I would definitely be his friend....
That was, until I got home and I had already saw that he posted on my brother in law's sister's facebook page about how awesome of a time we had on our date and that he couldn't wait to see me again, or something like that. It was a little over the top for how I thought the actual date really went. I mean, it was fun... but not that fun.
The next morning I had a Facebook friend request from his 13 year old daughter... eek! Really? That was a little creepy.
Then later when I posted that I was still going on dates after Christmas, he got super posessive about it and posted that he didn't want to have to be the one to give me the bad news that Christmas had already passed, which meant I no longer was to go on any more dates. It burst his bubble, when I told him I'm the one who made up the rules so I can break them if I want.
He then texted me, and said "This obviously isn't going to work out, so the best of luck!" I think he was fishing for me to tell him that there was still a chance, but I said "Thanks, you too!" I don't need any more psycho men in my life. Yikes.
Alright... next 6 dates I'm still going to do, but I'm changing the rules for real. I am going to find the dates myself. No more set-ups with people I don't want to date! No offense, but my friends failed me on their set-ups. If a woman knows what she wants, then who better to go find it than herself? Instead of having the man choose the dates... I'm going to choose them. These are my rules. I do what I want! :) Yay!
Monday, January 16, 2012
I'm not gonna quit...
So after my 5th date of Christmas with Mr. May, you may have thought I was done. And in any other circumstances I probably would have been. Except... I met date #10 a few days before and I was holding out for that date, because I knew I was going to like him. After all, I picked him out myself! :)
One night, I decided to go out on the town looking for a date, because it seemed that people trying to set me up with someone, weren't actually interested in setting me up with someone I might be compatable with, but rather the first single person that popped to their mind. Not cool.
I started off at the Blitz Ladd. Close to my house. There was a football game on. I didn't really care what was on, I just wanted to sit at the bar and meet some more sports-minded people and maybe, hopefully a potential date or two.
There were these two men sitting at the bar of mixed race who were pretty sexy, so I sat 2 chairs away from them not to be too obvious. I ordered myself a beer. Windmere Heffeweisen. Yum!
Well as I was trying to eavesdrop and drop a smile and a chuckle every now and then their way to see if they would try to invite me into their conversation, this older blonde woman decides to sit down. She was probably in her mid-late 40's. Total Cougar Status, as these men were probably somewhere in their mid-20's.
She was totally cock blocking me. Not cool. She even started chatting them up and turned her back to me as to make sure I wasn't part of the conversation. I decided to just watch the game instead and finish my beer. I obviously needed to go elsewhere because this lady had already claimed her territory. Sheesh!
Well then came the twist. Her older man/partner/significant other... whatever you wanted to call him showed up. She looked apologetic to him for flirting with the boys, and then quickly introduced her man to me.
The next 20 minutes consisted of me chatting it up with her man, while she continued to flirt with the boys. And then she started flirting with me. I felt like the couple was trying to get some big orgy or something out of it, and it got super awkward. The lady asked if she could be my date, and then asked her man if that was OK. She was dead serious. It was time to go.
Next stop, dive bar on Division? I thought I had hit gold before I went into this bar, because there were obviously going to be people in there watching the game. It was just half-time. But when I walked in, there was one guy at the bar, who may have been homeless. I decided to throw up my white flag and surrender, and order some chips and salsa and another beer and just watch the rest of the game.
Then I heard from my aunt. She was down to go out with me somewhere and find me a date, so I finished the chips and salsa, and left a full beer on the table and went and picked her up. This could get fun. ha ha.
I swooped up my Aunt, and we went down Powell looking for a place to go. We tried a few different bars, and as soon as we'd go in, they were dead, or didn't have our type of people so we'd give it the once over and be gone. It was turning into a fun little adventure.
Next thing we know we are at the Hub. And it's pretty packed! It looks like there are lots of single guys at this place. Sweet. My Aunt and I start searching for the right candidate, but none are looking like my type really. My Aunt suggests one of the bartenders, and for some reason he just looks to pretty to me. And then he swings his arm, and swung his hips back and forth. Yep. He doesn't like women.
I mention to my Aunt that one of the Bartender's is pretty cute, but he looks like the type that probably takes lots of women home. Total ladies man. Tall. Nice build. Not too beefy, but not too skinny. Looks like he could be a model. I'm not even gonna try him. My Aunt believes he has a girlfriend anyway.
So my Aunt and I are enjoying each other's company and I can't tell if the guy sitting next to me is trying to flirt with us or be rude. I am going to give him the benefit of the doubt, and guess that he was being sarcastic. So I start laughing at some of the rude things that he's saying and play it off. Well, apparantly he wasn't joking and stands up and starts to make a scene. He said something to the fact of, "It's too bad cause I F-ing thought you were cute, and I F-ing liked you, but now you'll never F-ing see me again!" Whoa! My Aunt and I looked at each other in disbelief as he grabbed his beer and stormed out of the bar. Psycho.
2 bartenders then came over quickly to see what that was all about. Both my Aunt and I were kind of speechless and started telling the story about his psycho-ness and then all of a sudden we turned around and he's outside peeking his head through the window and staring at me, mouthing that he's watching me. This guy is starting to really creep me out!
So My Aunt decides it to be a good idea to tell these 2 bartender's that I'm doing the 12 dates of Christmas. And that we're looking for a date for me tonight. The really cute bartender, that I feel is probably out of my league seems intrigued. And then the other bartender who seems really nice, that I'm just not attracted to as much, said "We'll both be your date!" He was of course speaking for the both of them without checking first. He then got some paper, wrote down his name and phone number and wrote "date#8!"... I was very flattered, but it wasn't him that I wanted. I wanted the cutie. Maybe that was wrong of me, but I am not initially attracted to too many people and this guy was definitely doing it for me.
I pleaded my case to the cutie bartender why he should be my date as well. He pleaded that he was probably too busy and that my date #8 would be a good date. You could tell he was trying to stick up for his buddy, which really made me want him more, I'm not gonna lie. He was blushing as I was asking him. Maybe he wasn't the type to go home with girls. And turns out, he doesn't have a girlfriend! Score!
He then told me he would love to be my date #10, but he's just not sure if he will be able to fit it in before christmas. He pulled out his calendar for the next couple of weeks, and he really was busy. He was flying out to San Diego the next day for some other job, so I told him I'd go with him. We joked about how awesome it would be if I went on these dates all around the country. So I told him I'd go with him! He got super red, and it was super cute. Yes, I was being very forward with this guy. But I knew what I wanted, and I was gonna get it. But by the time I was leaving, I still hadn't got him to confirm with me that he would be my date. I vowed in my head that I was going to come back for him. I only knew his first name, but that's all I needed.
As I was leaving I decided to write on the back of the receipt including my youtube link to the 12 dates, my phone number, that we should take the next flight to_________ (fill in the blank) and that he was my lucky date #10! Maybe a bit much, but I always thought guys like it when girls are forward. And it felt right. Oh... and did I mention he was not only a bartender, but he was a commercial helicopter pilot. Sexy! Even though I get motion sickness really easily and helicopter's aren't for me, it was still sexy.
I left with a huge grin on my face, thinking that this was the one that might be more than just a date for my blog. It definitely helped that I had an excuse to be persistent about the date. He was perfect. He barely had enough time to fit me in his schedule. He was super sexy. And he was a Pilot. Meaning, he wouldn't have to take up too much of my time. If we ended up dating, it would almost be like I was single, and I wouldn't get sick of him cause I'd only see him so much. When I start dating guys, I often times feel smothered and they want to take up too much of my time. It's a huge turn off. But this guy was perfectly busy enough to maybe actually date when it was all said and done. I was glowing when I left that night!
So a week later or so, I was browsing the internet and decided to look up Ryan Artists. It's an awesome talent Agency in Portland that I really wanted to audition for, and I was just browsing their pages learning more about them... and all of a sudden under their modeling page, I see this beautifully familiar face. This sexy guy is standing there, and he has the same name as the Bartender. Hmmm... So I click on the link and it had his last name too. He's a model too? Ahh... I should have known!
SO I decide to play sneaky detective, and I put in his last name to see if he has a facebook account. Nope. Dang it. Can't FB stalk him. Ok.... how about Linked In... Bingo! Well crap. The only Linked In account I have is a super old one with an old email address that I never even finished. Alright, it's about time I get a Linked In account anyway. But I can't just throw it together because then he's going to know that I made it just to chat with him. So I filled that whole thing out and made it look really nice and professional. I wanted him to know, that I too was kind of a big deal. Ha ha.
So I couldn't message him on there because we weren't "Friends" so I decided to send him a friend request. In the friend request you can send a message along with it if you want, so I tried to be super sly and act like I didn't care too much and told him that he doesn't have to accept this friend request, but he should probably be my 10th date of Christmas.
Well, not too much long later he had accepted my friend request and I had a new message in my inbox! I tried requesting a few other people on Linked In hoping they would accept my request before the cute bartender did, but of course that didn't happen and I had no friends on there. Dang. Probably so obvious that I had just set up my account to talk to him.
I really didn't care about how date #5 went, or any other date after that. Date #10 was going to be it, and I knew it. Maybe this whole dating thing was going to work out after all! Woop! ;)
Monday, January 2, 2012
On the 8th Date of Christmas...
On the 8th Date of Christmas
W/M/33??? Don't remember his occupation
12/31/11
Well I just had to. I didn't really plan on this date either. Although I had decided that the last 6 dates were going to be on my watch, I hadn't exactly pulled my online dating profile down yet. And then I got the message in my inbox. It was like gold. A dude was from San Francisco and he was going to be in Portland for a few days. A few things were great about this. 1.) He was from out of town, so I wouldn't have to see him again if I didn't want to. 2.) He wasn't going to get attached too quickly because of logistics. And 3.) He was in town for a wedding. But not just any wedding. A wedding on New Year's Eve! And I was invited. Yes.
I knew there was a reason I had decided not to make any specific New Year's Plans with anybody. At a wedding you can't go wrong. People are always drinking and always dancing. This was going to be awesome! Count. Me. In.
Well the night before I had randomly decided to go out with my bestie from HS. We met up with some friends and ended up having a few drinks. It was super fun! We drank. We sang. We danced. We even ended up at a Salsa club and myself and her and my other buddy were probably the only white people in there, but we got our groove on. I stayed on her couch that night and woke up with a bit of a head ache so I had no intention of drinking that night. I wanted to start the New Year off right, and preferably be sober going into it.
Mr. August called me and asked if I would prefer to meet him for lunch before I met him at the wedding reception. No way Jose! I would prefer the surprise element. He was down too. The wedding was at the Fairgate Inn in Camas Washington. I opted to miss the wedding and hit the reception. But what was I going to wear? I had a dress that I could wear that was fancy enough, but it was strapless, and I really didn't want to have any limitations while dancing so I opted for the mall.
I tried on dress after dress, and nothing was speaking to me. Just as I was leaving the mall though and had decided to go for the dress I was originally thinking of, I saw it. It was bright Orange and vibrant colors. It had poofy sleeves from the 80's. It was wild. As soon as I saw it, I knew it would look good on. And it did. I felt hot. It didn't really feel like a fancy wedding reception dress, but it was New Years Eve too and I thought it fit with that theme better, so I went for it in case I had to ditch the wedding for any reason. I accessorized with some awesome feather earrings, a thick black belt to go around the waste and my famous black boots! Plus, I kind of felt like I needed to dress a little bit wild, since I was about to do something wild.
I got home and I tried to nap and just couldn't, so instead I painted my fingernails (something I hadn't done in years!). Me and my roomies pumped up the jams to pump up ourselves for the night and all got ready. We tried on outfits for each other and gave opinions. We walked around the house half naked doing our hair and makeup, giving ourselves hours in advance to relax and get ready. I shaved my legs, my pits, and my bikini line. I put on a thong and some tights, and was feeling fresh! Let's do this!
And speaking of thongs, they are absolutely the most uncomfortable thing anyone has ever come up with. If you disagree with me, you lie. I mean if you're going for no panty lines while in a dress, it's better to be in that than to show your beaver to everyone while stepping out of a vehicle. Sorry Britney. Nothing but love for you... And since I was going to be at a wedding, who knows what kind of dancing I was going to get myself into. Ass floss it is. And hey... if the date bombs, then you never know who is going to be at the wedding that's single if you know what I'm sayin' eh eh eh???... ;) Not really... but fun to think about anyway.
It's finally time. I show up around 9:40 pm. Late enough to where hopefully not many people will notice me coming in. The band has already started, and people should be feeling drunk enough not to care. I get in the parking lot and this Bed and Breakfast is just beautiful. It's super fancy. I instantly start second guessing my outfit. There's no way I'm dressed fancy enough for this joint. I call Mr. August to see if he will come meet me and it goes to voicemail. I'm giving it 10 minutes and if he doesn't call back, I'm just going to go to a friend's party in Gresham. He called back within the minute. Here goes nothing.
It's freezing outside but I am sweating already. At least my dress has enough colors that you can't notice too much when I'm pitting out. Why am I nervous all of a sudden? This is a rare feeling for me, especially in this kind of situation. My hands are balmy and I feel like I'm about to do a public speech that I haven't prepared for. Holy crap.
He starts walking towards me, but it's dark. I can barely make him out. I really only looked at his profile picture once. I didn't really care all too much who I was meeting, I just liked the fact that he was 6'4". That will make up for anything else that may be wrong with his physical appearance, at least to get me through the night. We instantly hug when we meet. Already better than a lot of the first encounters I've come across on this whole dating adventure. I can't really make out his face, but let's get inside and start dancing.
Turns out the band was a Beatle's Cover Band. I was super stoked. But I wouldn't get to enjoy it yet because it was now time for the bride to toss the boquet to all of the single ladies. What the heck. I could see people staring at me as I set my purse and coat in the corner and lined up with the only other 3 single girls there. Who is this girl? was written all over their faces. And it's not like my outfit blended in with the evening attire. I didn't really feel like catching it though, since there was a girl on crutches that came out. She can have it. And she did. Phew. Glad that was over. Now it's his turn to catch the Garter.
Man. I thought I was going to have missed all of that stuff, but oh well. It was entertaining at least. And then Mr. August asked if we could go to his room and chat. He was staying at the bed and breakfast there that night. I set my purse and coat down in his room and we started chatting. "So... what do you do?" conversation started. Dang it, I thought I was going to avoid this whole awkward job interview feeling since I would be at a wedding, but it turns out he still wanted to have it. I felt more nervous than an important job interview. I really wanted a drink, but I still refrained. I needed to stay in control tonight. Plus, I don't need a drink to have fun, but just one might have helped a little.
Now that that's over with, let's dance already! We danced and it was cool. I tried to make friends on the dance floor and introduced myself to the only single ladies dancing by themselves and joined in. One of them happened to be an 11 year old girl. I think I'll be friends with her tonight! Mr. August was getting himself a drink as I was mingling and dancing and making friends. When he finally made his way out to the dance floor, one of the ladies that I had just met introduced me to him. Ha. "I'm his date." I announced.
Well Mr. August decided he was going to be embarassed letting his friends know that he met me online, so he made up a story that I was his roommate from college's cousin and I had visited him at school a couple of times, and that he had to see me when I was here. I let him do the talking as I watched his friends looks of confusion as he fumbled on the story. Good times.
I made friends with the band instantly, and was chatting them up all night. Looking over their set list. Making sure they had music playing, when they were on break. They needed a little help it seemed. But they were super sweet and seemed to enjoy my company. I continued to drink water for the night.
I was finally starting to loosen up and I busted a move like nobody's business. I watched as the clock got closer to midnight, the guests got friendlier and drunker. It was hilarious. One older couple was dancing and twirling and then the husband let go of his wife and she kept spinning and came tumbling into the crowd of dancers, destined to fall on her butt and break a hip. I was feeling rather Zoro-esque though, and felt like it happened in slow motion. I saw the damsel in distress, and my cat-like reflexes instantly grabbed her before she tumbled, and we were all of a sudden as close as two lovers would be, and she was in my arms. Well hello mam. I felt like I should go in for the kiss, but that may have been over kill. "Nice catch." she tells me. And I free her back to her husband. It's now an instant party.
The band is playing almost all oldies and I am loving it! I know all the words to almost every single song. I finally decide to take my boots off and I moon walk across the floor back to my date. The guests are going wild. They are eating me up. Drunk husbands are starting to feel like it's a good idea to come and talk to me, I'm not sure that the drunk wives were feeling quite as friendly though. The older women and men love me though. I'm not sure what it is about the older crowd, but I just fit right in with them, and they were my dancing partners for the night.
The date himself was alright. He was nice, but almost a little too friendly. I was his date, and he wanted to claim his territory. His hands were all over my ass all night. I didn't really care all too much, cause my dress did show off my booty rather nicely, so I couldn't blame the guy. The more he drank, the lower his hand would get. We boogied down, and slow danced too. It was fun, but I wasn't all too interested in him. Good for the night though.
Finally, midnight was approaching and I knew what was coming. I was completely sober at this point, but I'm usually always down for a little new years kiss. Almost everyone at the wedding had a date, so I probably did this guy a favor by being his for the night. He wouldn't have had anyone to kiss at midnight otherwise. We all counted down with the band and at the strike of midnight, we toasted with a sip of champagne and a New Years Kiss. It was not inappropriate at all. It was like an old movie kiss with no tongue. It swayed from side to side, but we kept it classy. After the kiss was over we started walking the other direction, and then he went in for a second kiss. Alright buud, don't push your luck.
"It's too bad the band didn't have someone to kiss at midnight..." Says Mr. August.
Within the minute, each band member had received a happy news years kiss on the cheek from yours truly. They loved it. I could sense the other lady's eyes burning on me though. Oops.
It's time to wrap up the night and the band is looking for their final song. I ask them to play that funky music, and they dedicated the white boy song to me, or rather "The beautiful young lady, passing out kisses."
We get down and they have us form 2 lines to have a dance off down the aisle. Couples are taking turns, and when Mr. August got to the front of the line, he called for me to join him, but I had something else in mind. I was gonna win this competition, and I didn't need him to mess it up for me. I had danced with him all night anyway, so I pawned off the 11 year old on him that got too nervous to go so he went by himself. Everyone had gone, and it was my turn to show em up. Bring it bitches. ha. I could see Mr. August trying to make his way back to the front of the line not to leave me hanging, but that's exactly what I wanted, so I hurried out there. And then I dropped to the floor. And here I go in my dress and all. The worm. Or the Caterpillar. Whatever you want to call it. It was go big or go home at this point. I'm now really glad that I opted for the Ass floss rather than the bare bottom that night. The guests roared with cheers and were in complete dis-belief that I had just done that. They had no idea that the Brown Bomb (Me) had just been dropped on them. Luckily (or unluckily) both of my sister's weren't there too, to add to the excitement.
Mother in laws, Father in laws, Grandmas, Uncles, Cousins, you name it were coming up to me to chat me up. They all smiled at me, and I could see everyone in the room chatting about me. It was hilarious. I think at this point I was officially a wedding crasher, if it wasn't official before. Mr. August really wanted me to stay. We all sat down chatting as he rubbed each of my feet. A girl could get used to this. "Well you deserve it." Yes... now that's what I'm talking about. I LOVE foot rubs! In fact, I love any type of massage. The harder the better really. I want to see those man hands work. But, no. I'm still not staying the night with you. I didn't stay sober for nothing.
Mr. August walked me back up to his room so I could get my stuff. This time he is practically begging for me to stay the night with him. He doesn't care. He'll sleep on the floor. He'll sleep in the hall. He's pleading at all costs. Sorry, but the answer is still no. I'm driving home and having breakfast with my family in the morning. He leans in to kiss me again. I take a step back. "I really should be going." He poors himself a shot of some type of pinkish alcohol and tells me I was supposed to be drinking that with him. I'm not sure how drunk this guy is, but he's pretty waisted.
"Come to San Francisco for my birthday." He shouts. "I will fly you there and take care of you. It will be fun." I play along with him to please him, but I'm really just interested in leaving the drunk mess at this point. "Can you at least stay a little longer so I can play with your ass?" Really?
"No, you can't. I'm going. Good night."
I left. Feeling pretty proud of myself for staying sober and having a good time. But not only that, but as I was leaving everyone was saying goodbye on a first name basis and telling Mr. August how much they loved me. I got home and got a text from him, telling me how he was talking to the bride and groom's parents and they were telling him how much of a hit I was, and then he was trying to convince me to move to San Fran. Mission accomplished. Ha.
Happy New Year!
W/M/33??? Don't remember his occupation
12/31/11
Well I just had to. I didn't really plan on this date either. Although I had decided that the last 6 dates were going to be on my watch, I hadn't exactly pulled my online dating profile down yet. And then I got the message in my inbox. It was like gold. A dude was from San Francisco and he was going to be in Portland for a few days. A few things were great about this. 1.) He was from out of town, so I wouldn't have to see him again if I didn't want to. 2.) He wasn't going to get attached too quickly because of logistics. And 3.) He was in town for a wedding. But not just any wedding. A wedding on New Year's Eve! And I was invited. Yes.
I knew there was a reason I had decided not to make any specific New Year's Plans with anybody. At a wedding you can't go wrong. People are always drinking and always dancing. This was going to be awesome! Count. Me. In.
Well the night before I had randomly decided to go out with my bestie from HS. We met up with some friends and ended up having a few drinks. It was super fun! We drank. We sang. We danced. We even ended up at a Salsa club and myself and her and my other buddy were probably the only white people in there, but we got our groove on. I stayed on her couch that night and woke up with a bit of a head ache so I had no intention of drinking that night. I wanted to start the New Year off right, and preferably be sober going into it.
Mr. August called me and asked if I would prefer to meet him for lunch before I met him at the wedding reception. No way Jose! I would prefer the surprise element. He was down too. The wedding was at the Fairgate Inn in Camas Washington. I opted to miss the wedding and hit the reception. But what was I going to wear? I had a dress that I could wear that was fancy enough, but it was strapless, and I really didn't want to have any limitations while dancing so I opted for the mall.
I tried on dress after dress, and nothing was speaking to me. Just as I was leaving the mall though and had decided to go for the dress I was originally thinking of, I saw it. It was bright Orange and vibrant colors. It had poofy sleeves from the 80's. It was wild. As soon as I saw it, I knew it would look good on. And it did. I felt hot. It didn't really feel like a fancy wedding reception dress, but it was New Years Eve too and I thought it fit with that theme better, so I went for it in case I had to ditch the wedding for any reason. I accessorized with some awesome feather earrings, a thick black belt to go around the waste and my famous black boots! Plus, I kind of felt like I needed to dress a little bit wild, since I was about to do something wild.
I got home and I tried to nap and just couldn't, so instead I painted my fingernails (something I hadn't done in years!). Me and my roomies pumped up the jams to pump up ourselves for the night and all got ready. We tried on outfits for each other and gave opinions. We walked around the house half naked doing our hair and makeup, giving ourselves hours in advance to relax and get ready. I shaved my legs, my pits, and my bikini line. I put on a thong and some tights, and was feeling fresh! Let's do this!
And speaking of thongs, they are absolutely the most uncomfortable thing anyone has ever come up with. If you disagree with me, you lie. I mean if you're going for no panty lines while in a dress, it's better to be in that than to show your beaver to everyone while stepping out of a vehicle. Sorry Britney. Nothing but love for you... And since I was going to be at a wedding, who knows what kind of dancing I was going to get myself into. Ass floss it is. And hey... if the date bombs, then you never know who is going to be at the wedding that's single if you know what I'm sayin' eh eh eh???... ;) Not really... but fun to think about anyway.
It's finally time. I show up around 9:40 pm. Late enough to where hopefully not many people will notice me coming in. The band has already started, and people should be feeling drunk enough not to care. I get in the parking lot and this Bed and Breakfast is just beautiful. It's super fancy. I instantly start second guessing my outfit. There's no way I'm dressed fancy enough for this joint. I call Mr. August to see if he will come meet me and it goes to voicemail. I'm giving it 10 minutes and if he doesn't call back, I'm just going to go to a friend's party in Gresham. He called back within the minute. Here goes nothing.
It's freezing outside but I am sweating already. At least my dress has enough colors that you can't notice too much when I'm pitting out. Why am I nervous all of a sudden? This is a rare feeling for me, especially in this kind of situation. My hands are balmy and I feel like I'm about to do a public speech that I haven't prepared for. Holy crap.
He starts walking towards me, but it's dark. I can barely make him out. I really only looked at his profile picture once. I didn't really care all too much who I was meeting, I just liked the fact that he was 6'4". That will make up for anything else that may be wrong with his physical appearance, at least to get me through the night. We instantly hug when we meet. Already better than a lot of the first encounters I've come across on this whole dating adventure. I can't really make out his face, but let's get inside and start dancing.
Turns out the band was a Beatle's Cover Band. I was super stoked. But I wouldn't get to enjoy it yet because it was now time for the bride to toss the boquet to all of the single ladies. What the heck. I could see people staring at me as I set my purse and coat in the corner and lined up with the only other 3 single girls there. Who is this girl? was written all over their faces. And it's not like my outfit blended in with the evening attire. I didn't really feel like catching it though, since there was a girl on crutches that came out. She can have it. And she did. Phew. Glad that was over. Now it's his turn to catch the Garter.
Man. I thought I was going to have missed all of that stuff, but oh well. It was entertaining at least. And then Mr. August asked if we could go to his room and chat. He was staying at the bed and breakfast there that night. I set my purse and coat down in his room and we started chatting. "So... what do you do?" conversation started. Dang it, I thought I was going to avoid this whole awkward job interview feeling since I would be at a wedding, but it turns out he still wanted to have it. I felt more nervous than an important job interview. I really wanted a drink, but I still refrained. I needed to stay in control tonight. Plus, I don't need a drink to have fun, but just one might have helped a little.
Now that that's over with, let's dance already! We danced and it was cool. I tried to make friends on the dance floor and introduced myself to the only single ladies dancing by themselves and joined in. One of them happened to be an 11 year old girl. I think I'll be friends with her tonight! Mr. August was getting himself a drink as I was mingling and dancing and making friends. When he finally made his way out to the dance floor, one of the ladies that I had just met introduced me to him. Ha. "I'm his date." I announced.
Well Mr. August decided he was going to be embarassed letting his friends know that he met me online, so he made up a story that I was his roommate from college's cousin and I had visited him at school a couple of times, and that he had to see me when I was here. I let him do the talking as I watched his friends looks of confusion as he fumbled on the story. Good times.
I made friends with the band instantly, and was chatting them up all night. Looking over their set list. Making sure they had music playing, when they were on break. They needed a little help it seemed. But they were super sweet and seemed to enjoy my company. I continued to drink water for the night.
I was finally starting to loosen up and I busted a move like nobody's business. I watched as the clock got closer to midnight, the guests got friendlier and drunker. It was hilarious. One older couple was dancing and twirling and then the husband let go of his wife and she kept spinning and came tumbling into the crowd of dancers, destined to fall on her butt and break a hip. I was feeling rather Zoro-esque though, and felt like it happened in slow motion. I saw the damsel in distress, and my cat-like reflexes instantly grabbed her before she tumbled, and we were all of a sudden as close as two lovers would be, and she was in my arms. Well hello mam. I felt like I should go in for the kiss, but that may have been over kill. "Nice catch." she tells me. And I free her back to her husband. It's now an instant party.
The band is playing almost all oldies and I am loving it! I know all the words to almost every single song. I finally decide to take my boots off and I moon walk across the floor back to my date. The guests are going wild. They are eating me up. Drunk husbands are starting to feel like it's a good idea to come and talk to me, I'm not sure that the drunk wives were feeling quite as friendly though. The older women and men love me though. I'm not sure what it is about the older crowd, but I just fit right in with them, and they were my dancing partners for the night.
The date himself was alright. He was nice, but almost a little too friendly. I was his date, and he wanted to claim his territory. His hands were all over my ass all night. I didn't really care all too much, cause my dress did show off my booty rather nicely, so I couldn't blame the guy. The more he drank, the lower his hand would get. We boogied down, and slow danced too. It was fun, but I wasn't all too interested in him. Good for the night though.
Finally, midnight was approaching and I knew what was coming. I was completely sober at this point, but I'm usually always down for a little new years kiss. Almost everyone at the wedding had a date, so I probably did this guy a favor by being his for the night. He wouldn't have had anyone to kiss at midnight otherwise. We all counted down with the band and at the strike of midnight, we toasted with a sip of champagne and a New Years Kiss. It was not inappropriate at all. It was like an old movie kiss with no tongue. It swayed from side to side, but we kept it classy. After the kiss was over we started walking the other direction, and then he went in for a second kiss. Alright buud, don't push your luck.
"It's too bad the band didn't have someone to kiss at midnight..." Says Mr. August.
Within the minute, each band member had received a happy news years kiss on the cheek from yours truly. They loved it. I could sense the other lady's eyes burning on me though. Oops.
It's time to wrap up the night and the band is looking for their final song. I ask them to play that funky music, and they dedicated the white boy song to me, or rather "The beautiful young lady, passing out kisses."
We get down and they have us form 2 lines to have a dance off down the aisle. Couples are taking turns, and when Mr. August got to the front of the line, he called for me to join him, but I had something else in mind. I was gonna win this competition, and I didn't need him to mess it up for me. I had danced with him all night anyway, so I pawned off the 11 year old on him that got too nervous to go so he went by himself. Everyone had gone, and it was my turn to show em up. Bring it bitches. ha. I could see Mr. August trying to make his way back to the front of the line not to leave me hanging, but that's exactly what I wanted, so I hurried out there. And then I dropped to the floor. And here I go in my dress and all. The worm. Or the Caterpillar. Whatever you want to call it. It was go big or go home at this point. I'm now really glad that I opted for the Ass floss rather than the bare bottom that night. The guests roared with cheers and were in complete dis-belief that I had just done that. They had no idea that the Brown Bomb (Me) had just been dropped on them. Luckily (or unluckily) both of my sister's weren't there too, to add to the excitement.
Mother in laws, Father in laws, Grandmas, Uncles, Cousins, you name it were coming up to me to chat me up. They all smiled at me, and I could see everyone in the room chatting about me. It was hilarious. I think at this point I was officially a wedding crasher, if it wasn't official before. Mr. August really wanted me to stay. We all sat down chatting as he rubbed each of my feet. A girl could get used to this. "Well you deserve it." Yes... now that's what I'm talking about. I LOVE foot rubs! In fact, I love any type of massage. The harder the better really. I want to see those man hands work. But, no. I'm still not staying the night with you. I didn't stay sober for nothing.
Mr. August walked me back up to his room so I could get my stuff. This time he is practically begging for me to stay the night with him. He doesn't care. He'll sleep on the floor. He'll sleep in the hall. He's pleading at all costs. Sorry, but the answer is still no. I'm driving home and having breakfast with my family in the morning. He leans in to kiss me again. I take a step back. "I really should be going." He poors himself a shot of some type of pinkish alcohol and tells me I was supposed to be drinking that with him. I'm not sure how drunk this guy is, but he's pretty waisted.
"Come to San Francisco for my birthday." He shouts. "I will fly you there and take care of you. It will be fun." I play along with him to please him, but I'm really just interested in leaving the drunk mess at this point. "Can you at least stay a little longer so I can play with your ass?" Really?
"No, you can't. I'm going. Good night."
I left. Feeling pretty proud of myself for staying sober and having a good time. But not only that, but as I was leaving everyone was saying goodbye on a first name basis and telling Mr. August how much they loved me. I got home and got a text from him, telling me how he was talking to the bride and groom's parents and they were telling him how much of a hit I was, and then he was trying to convince me to move to San Fran. Mission accomplished. Ha.
Happy New Year!
On the 7th Date of Christmas...
On the 7th Date of Christmas
Mr. July
W/M/32 Financial something or other
This was actually an accidental date. I met Mr. July when I had first moved to the hood in SE Portland a few months ago. It was my first night on the town and I was exploring my neighborhood. I decided to go into the Brooklyn Park Pub (on foot) and had my first drink there. I sat at my own table, and there was this guy sitting at the bar that was being super chatty with the bartender, and kept looking back at me. Once he realized I was sitting by myself, he started chatting with me. He was very friendly, but a little over the top for me. Kind of a beefy dude. I was actually hoping to see another guy that night. I'll just call this guy Mr. Wrong.
Mr. Wrong is wrong in so many ways. He's much older, in a loveless marriage, and has a couple of kids. I have known him for years. I won't go into too much more details to save the privacy of his identity, but I love that guy to death. Mr. Wrong and I have always just been friends, but somewhere over the last 6 months or so that changed unexpectedly. I'm not one to develop feelings for a guy very easily, and I think the fact that this guy was somewhat unattainable and "safe" drew me closer to him. It's easy to love, when you know you have nothing to lose. You can be yourself, when it doesn't matter. Enough on Mr. Wrong, because he doesn't deserve much more than a paragraph.
When I was at the Brooklyn Park Pub, Mr. July decided to come sit with me at my table. He actually was making decent conversation with me, but all I could think about was how excited I was to see Mr. Wrong that evening. Mr. July had put in a lot of effort though, and I recognized that, so I gave him my number. He was new to town and was looking for some more friends. He actually left the Pub to meet up with some other friends so I was off the hook! Alllrriiight. :)
Feeling good from my first drink, I decide to keep walking and see what else my new little neighborhood had to offer. I found the Bear Paw. The Bear Paw is a total dive bar, but it had Karaoke. I do love to sing, but generally not a huge fan of Karaoke. I'm a performer, and the fact that Karaoke is unrehearsed makes me a little uneasy about it. But I don't know a single soul, and I decide to order another drink and sign up for any and every song I can. Not only do I sing my songs, but I helped every performer sing their songs when they couldn't get the words right! It was a blast! This was going to be a fun night.
Then as I was singing Carrie Underwood's "Last Name" and serinating the crowd I made eye contact with a guy at the bar. It was Mr. July again. Crap. Now, do I have to hang out with this guy tonight? What if Mr. Wrong show's up? This could get awkward fast. But whatever. I don't owe either of these guys anything. I'm having a good time, regardless. Maybe they will both want to hang out with me? I 'll be such a pimp. But time to break the seal first. Gotta pee!
As I come out of the bathroom, I totally forgot that I saw Mr. July at the bar, and I heard the end of The Little Mermaid's "Part of Your World" Playing and people were cheering. Damn it! That's my favorite song in the world! Or at least it felt like it at the moment. How could I have missed that? I charge the guy coming back from the Karaoke machine.
"Dude! Did you just sing the Little Mermaid Song?!" I scream in excitement.
"Yup." He replies
"Ooh man. That's my favorite song ever! Can't believe I missed it! Wanna sing it again?"
This complete stranger and I lock eyes for what seems to be an hour, but rather it's the length of the whole song. We are in perfect unison as we sing to each other, in perfect harmony the Little Mermaid Theme song. Our hands are locked as he sways me back and forth and nobody else is in the room. We are having the most amazing time of our life. The finale of the song is about to happen, and he sweeps me off my feet and carries me like a new bride and we spin as we finish the song. And then I see him. Mr. Wrong has locked eyes with me and suddenly I'm back in reality that I'm in this stranger's arms. I slide down, thank him for the song, and am instantly drawn towards Mr. Wrong.
"You can't be left alone anywhere D." Mr. Wrong confesses with a grin.
He seriously knows me so well and just makes me smile every time I see him. I didn't know what to expect when I saw him that night, but as soon as he was there, I wanted nothing but to let him know that I was his and only his, if not just for this moment in time while he had me. We hung out at the bar and chatted for a little bit longer and held each other, not caring who else was around and then he stayed the night with me. No we didn't bone. And I don't plan on it. He needs to figure out his life before he gets that part of mine, but I was happy to have him stay with me. He snuck out around 6am, and then reality set in. I'm just the other girl. How did I get here? I'm better than this, and deserve better than this. I know it. But, I still want this. I still want to be his. damn it.
I got a phone call from Mr. July the next day. I just so happened to be parked at my Sister's house about to leave and I saw that I missed a call. They didn't leave a message, so my curiosity got the best of me. Dang it. It was Mr. July. We actually chatted on the phone for a good half hour. I confessed to him during this conversation that had I had his number, I probably wouldn't have called back, but I was surprised and actually enjoyed chatting with him. I don't think anything is wrong with honesty. We made plans for the next night.
Mr. Wrong had left town, and before he left town he was supposed to help me with something, and he let me down again. Screw it, I'm having fun with Mr. July tonight, whether it's wrong or right! I don't owe Mr. Wrong anything! We ended up having a pretty fun night. But I wanted to drink away my pain, so we walked to a bunch of different bars and had drinks at each one. He was a know it all, and was kind of hard to listen to at first. But we both loosened up after a few drinks. It was just an okay time for me, but I was feeling good and we kissed goodnight at the door. I was actually pretty surprised that he came in for the kiss... but had to admire his balls.
He texted and called after that, and I really didn't feel like seeing him again. Not that he was a bad person, but I just wasn't interested in dating him. I really just needed him for that night. And that's the extent I wanted it to go. He got the hint I think and I hadn't heard from him in a while, and then the other night (months later... And this in real time is late December)I was having a pretty down night. Mr. Wrong was texting me and I'd just had it emotionally. Quit toying with my heart. I'm not even sure if Mr. Wrong was available if I'd want to be with him or not, but the fact that I don't have that option makes me feel like a pretty horrible person for believing there's a chance, when I know deep down there isn't. I had been on the 6 dates of Christmas already and just ready to quit. The feeling of defeat was running through my veins. And then the tears came. The chocolate dissappeared. And my heart broke. Just for a split second. I was allowing myself to feel pain. And be okay with it. Just give me the night.
And then amidst all of the pain I was feeling, I got a text from Mr. July. He was telling me how much I sucked for not getting back to him, and that I needed to just tell him that I wasn't interested if that was the case. He then continued to tell me how he'd been dating tons of other women and to not think that I was hot stuff because he had plenty of other women to choose from. WTF. First off, I don't even know this guy and don't owe him anything. Second, if he hasn't gotten the hint that I'm not interested by now, that's his own problem. And third, I hate that I have hurt someone's feeling's regardless whether it was justified or not, and I want to make things right, but tonight is not the night to mess with me. I let him have it. I told him he was being a dick, and that I didn't need to hear it from him. And that I could care less how many other women he was dating, and by him telling me all of that made him sound like a tool and that no, I am not interested.
He was actually very pleased to get this response from me. He said he was glad to have gotten some kind of reaction from me to show that I cared at all. Then he called me. Texting sucks, because you can't really hear tone anyway. So we chatted for the next hour, and I cried on the phone to him. To an almost complete stranger. And I told him why I hadn't gotten back to him. I told him about Mr. Wrong. And I told him I was sad. I was sorry if I hurt his feelings, because I didn't mean to, but in fact my feelings were hurt too.
He was a very good sport and had me let it all out, and tried to say the right words, which most men can't. But it was sweet none the less. I felt like I wanted to show my gratitude towards him. We are neighbors and he wants to make friends and network. We agreed that we are just going to be friends, but that we should still make an effort to hang out. This was made very clear. So the other night I was at work. I was starving and had been outside in the rain all night. I remember he said he loved to cook for other people, so I made an effort and reached out. I asked him straight up if he wanted to cook me dinner. I'll bring the wine. He was down.
We had leftover home made spaghetti and meatballs. I brought Wine. I kept him company in the kitchen while he cooked. He burnt the bottom of the pan, and teased that a pretty girl in his kitchen made him nervous. I was in sweats, and had refused to shower before coming over. It was hot and I was totally pitting out, and probably sweating from my forehead. My hair was frizzy from the rain, and probably mascara running from my eyes. I didn't really care. Not trying to impress anybody.
We listened to music. Had good chats. Drank some wine. Flirted a little bit, but I flirt with everybody, so I didn't think it was weird. My plate of food was much bigger than his, and then I realized I had practically licked my plate, and he couldn't finish his. Dang. We both laughed about this. It was getting close to midnight, and I was proud that I had made a new friend. And then it was time to go.
"Thank you so much Mr. July for having me over for dinner tonight. I really appreciated it. It's getting pretty late though, so I'm going to take off."
The look on his face was that of a child who had just been told no to the last piece of candy. I was a little confused with the look but I guess we were having a good time, and I can see why he still wanted me to hang out, but it will be alright dude. And then he went for the kill. Totally grabbed my face and started kissing me. Crap! Does this guy not remember the conversation we had a couple nights ago? I don't think this is an act of friends buuud! Do I really have to have this conversation again? And he's still kissing me...
The kissing continues because he's being so aggressive and I don't want to hurt his feelings. I'm trying to give the shortest kisses possible and smoothly transition out of this, but he has another thing planned. He starts pulling me towards the couch. I can feel him trying to get me to lay down so he can have his way with me, and I fight his strength to stay upright, but he's a former body builder, so it's not the easiest task. What have I gotten myself into? Finally I break free of this nonsense and try to crack a joke.
"Well I've got to admire your tenacity." I say, in a moment of awkwardness. At this point, I'm not even sure if tenacity was the right word to use, or what it even means, so I start fake laughing to hide the fact I have no idea what I just said.
He give me the look of seduction. But not the look you want to see. More the look of the guy in the creeper van that asks if you want any candy. Eek. And he says in a sultry voice, " I should have started this 2 hours ago. You're an amazing Kisser." Eek. Get me outa here! But I was tempted to stay and show him how good I could really kiss, since he thought my pulling away was good. Not worth it D. Get out of there.
At this point in time I realize this guy is stopping for nothing, so I grab what I could and I get out the door as quick as possible. Did that really just happen? He begins to tell me how it's crazy how strong our connection is and that we definitely need to see each other before 3 months passes. I realize then that I left my cheese and meat there that I also brought, but I cut my losses and ditch. It's not worth it to go back in there. I also realize then, this guy is crazy to think that our connection is that strong. It's definitely going to be a heck of a lot more than 3 months before I see him again, if I ever do! I guess this means the Brooklyn Park Pub will no longer be getting my business.
And so much for choosing my own dates! Sometimes dates just happen. And I am proud to say I have not spoken with Mr. Wrong in months. Romantically, he's definitely not on my radar. And as far as Mr. July goes... I apologized to him for the night before and told him I wasn't interested still. I think he finally got it. Date #8 here we come!
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