While on Vacation…

Saturday, while I was bumming about the city with my girl friend, I received a phone call. I glanced at it. What the hell? It was someone I never thought I’d hear from again…or more like hoped. It was needy boy. C’mon! I haven’t talked to him in months and I mean MONTHS. He’s left me at least a dozen messages in that time, none of which I’ve returned. Seriously, he must be joking. How the HELL has he not gotten the point?

I silenced the ring and explained the pathetic loser to my friend. Then my phone buzzed with a new voicemail. Here we go.

“Blah, blah, blah. Just calling to say hi. Blah, blah, blah. Give me a call when you get a chance.”

“Get a chance?” I haven’t had “a chance” in about 6 months. Why on earth would I suddenly have one now. Ugh! Boys!

Everyone, please take note. It is one thing to call and leave a message, not get a response, and call again leaving another message. Who knows. The person may have completely forgot. It’s quite another thing to call repeatedly twice a week for 2 months leaving messages, once a week for 2 months leaving messages, then once a month leaving messages. If I wanted to talk to you, fucker, I would have called by now. Get a frickin’ clue.

Sorry, I had to vent.

 

Hi from NYC

That’s right I’m off to the Big Apple yet I’m still blogging. I have a lot to catch you all up on like my follow up date with the GeoGeek/Pizza Guy. Yeah, he sucks. It was the longest 2 hour dinner of my life. Let me take you back…

Saturday was my show and then afterwards was a birthday party my friends and family were all in cahoots about. It was a big surprise for me but I wanted it that way. In fact every time someone asked me what I was doing for my birthday I told them I don’t know, my girl friends are taking me out, if you know anything don’t tell me. I didn’t want the surprise to be ruined. Where’s the fun in that?

So, after the party they all put together successfully for me we went to the bar. I ended up closing the bar with two of my sisters. They are not used to hitting up the town…any tow…so this was a big treat for them. They were not ready to go home until someone made them. Before the lights came on and we were forced to leave my sisters did manage to get me to willingly give my number to a couple guys as well as take down numbers of other eligible men. In hindsight I think we were drinking too much to make good decisions but it was never-the-less impressive.

Sunday came quickly. Both my sisters left my place pretty early after sleeping off the night before. I stayed in bed for a long time waiting for the illness that luckily didn’t come. I finally crawled out of bed and headed up towards my parent’s house.

I got a phone call from GeoGeek. He asked me to dinner and I agreed. He asked if I had a favorite restaurant. I told him I didn’t and that I was leaving the restaurant up to him. **I figured I chose the first restaurant for lunch on Thursday…it’s his turn.** I hurried and got everything together so I could head back home in time to get ready for my dinner date.

The time came, he was outside. I went downstairs to meet him at his car. Where the F is he? No, seriously. Where the FUCK is he? I called him. “Where are you?” He could hardly tell me where he was but he didn’t think it would be right since he was outside a dorm.

**Then don’t tell me you’re here f-er.** “Well, which corner are you on?” I knew he was at the right intersection just not the right corner. He couldn’t explain it to me. After about 15 minutes of back and forth trying to figure out where the F he was he finally got to my place.

I got in the car. “So, I’m not that good with picking out restaurants. I wrote a few down. Here they are.”

He tells me which ones.

“Never been. NO. Never been.”

We drove past one of the places. Closed. I don’t remember why but the 3rd place was also ruled out. Ok, now we need to find another place. Easy. Right? It’s a pretty big city. He continues to drive with no destination in mind. I know I was snotty but I said, “Um, why don’t we just pull over and figure out where we’re going instead of driving in circles.” I was irritated though…with good cause. He had one simple thing to do…find a place to eat. Why didn’t he go online or call about hours or something. C’mon.

We settled on a sort of mexican fusion like place. I had never been but had heard good things from a friend in the past. It was ok. Not great. Even the date wasn’t absolutely horrible until the bill was delivered and the man wouldn’t stop talking. It was so bad that our waitress actually came to our table to asked us to pay our bill because we were the last of her tables for the evening and they were getting ready to close. Honestly, the bill sat on the table for over an hour. It was the longest hour of my life.

I knew he was going to try to kiss me when he dropped me off. I wish I could have walked home to have avoided that situation. He leaned in…I kissed him quick. Just a peck a split second long. He pulled back. Smiled a little then leaned in again. I did the same then said, “thanks for dinner. I need to get home.” He said something about doing it again. I looked him in the eye and said email me. He hasn’t. I hope he realized that date sucked and there most definitely will not be another. UGH!

 

Coffee, Tea, or Me

Already this week I’ve been on 2 coffee dates. The first on Sunday. I didn’t expect this date to go anywhere. I had been talking to this guy, Chronic Match Subscriber, off and on for about 4 years maybe longer. In that time I’ve never felt a romantic connection he was just a guy who every now and then was fun to chat with.

We met at a coffee shop on the east side of town. He already had his coffee by the time I arrived. I ordered mine then we decided to take a walk down by the lake and find a bench somewhere to talk. On our short hike I heard all about his job and the people he works with…or more importantly about how much he hated all of it. YEA! This was panning out to be a lovely little date. **Note to all daters, no one wants to hear about how you don’t like your job AND no one wants to hear the f-bomb on a first date. Unless you burn yourself with the hot coffee your drinking and you scream fuck out in pain and embarrassment it’s inappropriate to say.**

We made it to the park near the lake and sat for a while and sipped on our coffee. I learned some more about him which wasn’t all bad but definitely not an upbeat guy. He would depress me if I hung out with him too much. After about 30 mins we decided to head back to our cars. I stood up from the bench and knocked what was left of my coffee onto my lap. Oops! Wait! Did I say fuck? NO. I said shoot! **I suppose my coffee wasn’t hot enough to say fuck.** I shrugged it off and we headed back to our cars. We were only together for about an hour which was plenty of time to know he’s not the guy for me in any sense of the words.

I said I’ve had 2 coffee dates this week.
Date #2:

 

Spinning

Friday quickly came with still no word from the new guy.  Kat was nice enough to ask me on a date whether she knew it or not it was a great distraction from him.  Before we met up I shot him a text wishing him luck on his kickball game that night.

No word…  Not one little word all night.  Not a even a thanks.  I got home from dinner and I was steaming but I managed to fall asleep.  Saturday came and I was at the store I sell my stuff at all day.  My phone was in the back room so I didn’t need to even think about who was or wasn’t calling me.  When the day came to an end and I was packing up my car I was irritated by the fact that he still hadn’t contacted me in any way.  What the fuck?I laid in bed feeling sorry for myself and livid at the fact that he played me.  I was on the verge of tears one second then wanted to punch something the next.  After hours of laying there I finally calmed myself down and fell asleep.

Sunday morning I was woken by a call from my sister.  **Oh, Kat, in case I totally forget to tell you, I think she’s going to join us for my birthday.  She’s coming into town specially for my birthday.**  That was what the call was about about.  By late morning I had decided the new guy was now the old guy.  It was obviously through.  It was so through I set up 3…maybe 4 dates for this week.  I just needed to think about something else and not the guy who fucked me and then…fucked me. 

As my roommate and I sat on the couch Sunday night watching Desperate Housewives I told her, “So, the new guy?  Yeah, that’s over.  BUT, it’s ok.  I have 3 dates already set up for this week.”  I told her how my text went unanswered so I give up.  It’s done.

Today, Monday, I went out to the bar after work with a few guys from work and their friends.  I was trying to get some of my girl friends to join us since the whole bar was one big sausage fest.  **Usually not a bad thing for me but a little girl time is great too.**  We were texting back and forth and back and… then at about 9 pm I got a text from the new guy. 

“Did your show go well on Saturday? We won on Friday.”

Um, what?  I haven’t heard from him since Wednesday morning.  WTF?  Who the hell does he think he is?  Who the hell does he think I am?

I ran the scenario past the 2 guys left at the bar and the bartender (all married).  They asked if I liked him.  I said, “I think I might.”  The consensus was to not play the game back.  Don’t text him.  Call him but call him soon.  Don’t play with him by waiting as long as he did or anything just call and be straight with him.

I got home from the bar around 9:30.  I only had one drink and one shot while at the bar.  I had been drinking water for the last 2 hours.  I still wanted to work out (and I did).  I called him once I got settled in my house as I was changing to work out.  NO ANSWER!

I feel good about my decision to call and not text.  If I do, or did, want a relationship out of him then an actual phone call is the best way to convey that.  Texting back could lead the relationship into just a fuck buddy which I am not prepared for.  Not with him.  If I just want to get fucked I have plenty of other men who can more then satisfy me there…plus my toys.  So, I feel good but that doesn’t make him any less of a fucker to wait like that to contact me.  I deserve better.  Maybe one of these other guys I’m going out with this week can actually give me what I need and deserve.  I haven’t completely written off the new guy but he’s going to have to really show me why I should like him now.   

 

Email Impressions

I’ve officially been on Match.com for about a week and my portrait’s been up for several weeks. In that time I have recieved well over 40 emails. Some good. Some definitely BAD!

Most people type as they would speak. I know I do if you haven’t figured that out with my …’s, quotations, **, and the list goes on. I never claimed to be a good writer. (That’s my sister’s department but I refuse to let her read this blog.) Even though it’s great to just write and let your personality come out it’s another thing disregard good writing skills altogether. The initial introduction email, as well as your online portrait, should at the very least have properly spelled words. There are only a few shortcuts which I find acceptable when emailing someone for the first couple times. Things like, lol, ttyl, btw I may use. However, if the email uses too many of these acronyms it makes me wonder if the person writing the email actually knows how to spell any words at all. In the first few emails I write to someone I try to not use any acronyms or other little writing no no’s I use all the time in my blogs or emails with friends. At this point I still treat emailing as an “interview”. After all, first dates as well as first emails are just that - interviews.