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!
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