sorry for the delayed update, not that I have tons of readers these days...seems like everyone i've seen in person said they are behind in reading my updates...oh well their loss.
i've been on Long Island since last friday night and it's been a very relaxing and quite uneventful stay. tomorrow it's on the road to Philly with mom to have a nice dinner with my brother before finn-watching and packing up cousin Amy's car and heading further south to West Va on Friday afternoon. SOOOOo exciting. i feel like it's been go go go go that i haven't had much time to think about camp but once i'm on my way i'm sure i'll get my head in the game.
my last days in vegas were definitely whirlwindfully overwhelming and i quite honestly, can't even remember what i did when, but i do know they were good.
all my lingering questions about brooklyn have been mostly answered...in my last two nights we had two wee sleepovers, as well as some quality conversations about summer expectations and future possibilities. ok, i shouldn't call them quality conversations...very little, ok nothing, was decided, but i know we're on the same page in that we'll get through the summer being apart and pick up where we left off come august. we jokingly discussed if he should be worried about what i'd be getting into this summer and i said he had nothing to worry about as i'd be working at a SUMMER CAMP...with staff in their late teens/early 20s (i made no mention of last summer's cougar in training incident or my perennial make out session with a local) but he has nothing to worry about with me this summer. meanwhile, HE will be working at a CASINO with COCKTAIL waitresses and drunk tourists. if anyone should be worried, it should be me.
but i'm not. if he has fun, so be it. if i have fun, whoopsy daisy. as i told him, people have needs. if 2 and a half months is too long to go without satisfying said needs, i get it. i've gone plenty longer, so i am sure i can survive.
since i've been in NY brooklyn and i have talked twice and texted daily. i even got, yet another, e-card which was sickeningly sweet. i tried to explain to him that i wasn't one to enjoy the cliche/trite cheesiness that is these ecards he sends but i don't think he gets it and instead i hurt his feelings. so if this is his worst fault, then i can deal with it.
i'm worried how keeping in touch will go when i'm actually in west va and the texting/calling becomes less frequent. we'll have to stick to email and facebook chat and maybe some occasional snail mail. i would love to declare a hiatus on facebook for the summer but i don't think i have it in me to avoid it completely. i've also decided that i will for certain keep lisadatesvegas up and running, though the content might shift away from current events to the past lives of lisa dating. it could be fun to see what funny stories i can recall and retell, don't'chathink?
anyway, i'm absolutely pooped for no apparent reason but i'm thinking tomorrow might be the last morning i have to sleep in until who knows when...
ok loves...nightynight from LI...catch ya in WestVa!!
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Monday, May 31, 2010
unanswered questions and what's it all mean?
no, i'm not talking about Lost. though many have been asking all week what's it all mean....but instead, i'm talking about my "love" life. yes, quotes intentional and necessary. i've had a whirlwind week and am now finding myself questioning everything and wondering what's next. but i just don't know.
so here's how this week went with Brooklyn.
Last sunday- hung out and watched lost til he had to go to work at 10:30.
Monday: brought over pizza, watched tv, hung out on the couch til way too late at night. sleeep over (more on this later).
Tuesday/Wednesday: took a chill pill from one another.
Thursday: dinner and a trip to his place. met his cats. too sweet. hung on his couch til he had to go to work.
Friday: Dinner and drinks and lazy on my couch til he had to go to work.
Saturday: Hockey and homemade chicken fingers until he had to go work.
Sunday: BBQ/Pool Party at a teacher's house. til he had to go to work (stupid work!)
and that leaves us here, Monday, where he actually just did me a huge favor and gave me a ride from the VW dealership where I left my car to be fixed (stupid check engine light!) but then he was off to bowl with a friend and kinda seemed annoyed at me. hence the giant bag of confusion that i am right now.
i'm going to not freak out and chalk it up to a little bit of "imsickofyou-itis" seeing as we've spent 5 of the last 7 days together.
but at the same time, tomorrow's technically our last day to see each other since he leaves for Florida just before I leave for NY and we don't have any plans whatsoever, so i'm not even sure we'll do anything more than chill on my couch like always.
grr, wtf. how do i always get myself into situations where it gets very commitment-like very fast (hesitating to use the word serious).
so here's the questions running through my head....
1. are we in a relationship? and is this "relationship" continuing through the summer? Pre-weekend I would not have defined what we are as a relationship, but i would have undoubtedly said that we'll continue "relating" through the summer. now i'm not as sure. I definitely think it's best that we're both single for the summer. but i also really want to know that i have something(one) amazing to come back to in August.
2.Why are we stalled at first base? ok, now we know what happens to lisadatesvegas behind closed doors typically stays there. but i really need some answers here. i've never met a guy who hasn't at least TRIED to get in my pants. wait, that doesn't sound right. obviously there are many guys who don't try to get in my pants, but what I mean is, i've never dated someone who, once a mutual desire for one another has been established, has not tried to take it to more than just some lip action. until i met brooklyn. 3 weeks in, nothing but kisses.
many of you are familiar with the lisa standard definition of a hook-up as being "making out for 5 minutes or longer, or in a reclined position, or when hands come into contact with under-the-bathing-suit parts of the body". by the lisa standard definition, brooklyn and i have barely hooked up. only in the loosest sense of the definition.
part of me would blame his silly work schedule for a lack of progress in that direction. i mean, with our dates all ending with him having to leave for work, it doesn't exactly invite bedroom fun. but this is not exactly the case...
last monday was brooklyn's night off, so we stayed up late and as I got tired, i invited him to spend the night. he came up to my room and laid on my bed, fully dressed in jeans. i got under the covers and invited him to join me. but he didn't. he stayed on top of the covers. and dressed. and i passed out.
so then this weekend, we were talking about who knows what before the topic of hooking up came up and he said that a hook up is a kiss. so i told him my very specific definition of a hook up and he didn't necessarily disagree, but thought that less was more. in other words, a simple kiss was a hook up in his book.
this doesn't quite explain to me why the base coach is holding us at first base, but whatever.
i guess it's for the best. why get all excited over something only to have it yanked away in a few days.
unless he's thoroughly repulsed by me.
or he's hiding something like warts.
3. CRAP! what do i do about my blog?! seriously, if things become officially serious, i don't think i can hide the fact that i've been keeping a blog about my dating adventures secret. maybe i could for a little longer, but eventually it would have to come out. so when? do i keep writing until then? maybe delete some posts? i just don't know! I would hate to keep writing. it's been so much fun! and as this particular post proves, it's a great way to air my frustrations and questions and hell, dating life, to my friends...
so i don't know. my next post will likely be from my NY bedroom but after that...who knows?
ok...that's all i can think of now. another post that doesn't quite live up to the thoughtful witty prose that floated through my head all week, but i'm spent. two days with kiddos to go, then i'm leaving las vegas on a jet plane.
hope to see most of my readers in the not too distant future!!
love you!
so here's how this week went with Brooklyn.
Last sunday- hung out and watched lost til he had to go to work at 10:30.
Monday: brought over pizza, watched tv, hung out on the couch til way too late at night. sleeep over (more on this later).
Tuesday/Wednesday: took a chill pill from one another.
Thursday: dinner and a trip to his place. met his cats. too sweet. hung on his couch til he had to go to work.
Friday: Dinner and drinks and lazy on my couch til he had to go to work.
Saturday: Hockey and homemade chicken fingers until he had to go work.
Sunday: BBQ/Pool Party at a teacher's house. til he had to go to work (stupid work!)
and that leaves us here, Monday, where he actually just did me a huge favor and gave me a ride from the VW dealership where I left my car to be fixed (stupid check engine light!) but then he was off to bowl with a friend and kinda seemed annoyed at me. hence the giant bag of confusion that i am right now.
i'm going to not freak out and chalk it up to a little bit of "imsickofyou-itis" seeing as we've spent 5 of the last 7 days together.
but at the same time, tomorrow's technically our last day to see each other since he leaves for Florida just before I leave for NY and we don't have any plans whatsoever, so i'm not even sure we'll do anything more than chill on my couch like always.
grr, wtf. how do i always get myself into situations where it gets very commitment-like very fast (hesitating to use the word serious).
so here's the questions running through my head....
1. are we in a relationship? and is this "relationship" continuing through the summer? Pre-weekend I would not have defined what we are as a relationship, but i would have undoubtedly said that we'll continue "relating" through the summer. now i'm not as sure. I definitely think it's best that we're both single for the summer. but i also really want to know that i have something(one) amazing to come back to in August.
2.Why are we stalled at first base? ok, now we know what happens to lisadatesvegas behind closed doors typically stays there. but i really need some answers here. i've never met a guy who hasn't at least TRIED to get in my pants. wait, that doesn't sound right. obviously there are many guys who don't try to get in my pants, but what I mean is, i've never dated someone who, once a mutual desire for one another has been established, has not tried to take it to more than just some lip action. until i met brooklyn. 3 weeks in, nothing but kisses.
many of you are familiar with the lisa standard definition of a hook-up as being "making out for 5 minutes or longer, or in a reclined position, or when hands come into contact with under-the-bathing-suit parts of the body". by the lisa standard definition, brooklyn and i have barely hooked up. only in the loosest sense of the definition.
part of me would blame his silly work schedule for a lack of progress in that direction. i mean, with our dates all ending with him having to leave for work, it doesn't exactly invite bedroom fun. but this is not exactly the case...
last monday was brooklyn's night off, so we stayed up late and as I got tired, i invited him to spend the night. he came up to my room and laid on my bed, fully dressed in jeans. i got under the covers and invited him to join me. but he didn't. he stayed on top of the covers. and dressed. and i passed out.
so then this weekend, we were talking about who knows what before the topic of hooking up came up and he said that a hook up is a kiss. so i told him my very specific definition of a hook up and he didn't necessarily disagree, but thought that less was more. in other words, a simple kiss was a hook up in his book.
this doesn't quite explain to me why the base coach is holding us at first base, but whatever.
i guess it's for the best. why get all excited over something only to have it yanked away in a few days.
unless he's thoroughly repulsed by me.
or he's hiding something like warts.
3. CRAP! what do i do about my blog?! seriously, if things become officially serious, i don't think i can hide the fact that i've been keeping a blog about my dating adventures secret. maybe i could for a little longer, but eventually it would have to come out. so when? do i keep writing until then? maybe delete some posts? i just don't know! I would hate to keep writing. it's been so much fun! and as this particular post proves, it's a great way to air my frustrations and questions and hell, dating life, to my friends...
so i don't know. my next post will likely be from my NY bedroom but after that...who knows?
ok...that's all i can think of now. another post that doesn't quite live up to the thoughtful witty prose that floated through my head all week, but i'm spent. two days with kiddos to go, then i'm leaving las vegas on a jet plane.
hope to see most of my readers in the not too distant future!!
love you!
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Smitten-er?
if there's one thing i've always believed it's that timing is everything.
and timing right now, absolutely sucks. here i am, less than two weeks from heading to the east coast for the summer and NOW i meet someone I can fall for? really karma? you suck.
i'm sure smitten-er is not a word, but i am even more smitten with Brooklyn than I was after our 2nd ice skating/drinks/dinner/more drinks date. He called me on Tuesday, all ready to have a nice long marathon conversation I'm sure, but silly him, 10 minutes in, it was 9 pm and time for the 2nd to last ep of Lost. It pained me to do so, but i had to hang up and watch Lost. He seemed hurt, but slightly understanding and texted me 10 mins later to ask me to get frozen yogurt with him the next night to make up for our lack of conversation. He had rememberd me raving about Uswirl fro-yo, which you serve yourself and add all the mix-ins you want before setting it up on a scale. Naturally, I was in.
So Wednesday, after a long day at work, followed immediately by the gym, I jumped in the shower and headed to uswirl. He had to go right to work, so he was all dressed in nice pants/button down shirt and tie. holy hotness. it's a good look for him. we ate our fro-yo outside, he mocked me for not finishing mine, then suggested we go for a walk. after wandering around a shopping center, we realized-duh- there was a huge park across the street so we headed there. Our conversation was incredibly honest and open. all about the dating successes and failures we've had in vegas (mostly failures). he confessed that since dating in vegas, he had never made it to the 3rd date! how sweet. we sat on a bench for a while and then before making our way back to the cars, he helped me up and gave me a kiss. upon leaving, we made tentative plans for him to come over for dinner on saturday before work. perfect.
Thursday came and I was chaperoning the After-School All-Stars Showcase at this nearby nature preserve as the dance team and mariachi band in my after school program were performing. I had mentioned this to him on our previous dates, and Brooklyn said he would try to stop by. I told him to really not bother--who wants to watch a bunch of elementary and middle school students perform in his free time? So i'm at the Showcase, waiting for my school's turn to perform (freakin' 21 and 24 on the set list of 24 groups. UGH!), sweating my booty off in the hot vegas sun, sitting on fake grass and I look around and there's this tall dude who looks like Brooklyn. and it is. :) he only stayed for a short while and didn't want to come over to my school's section and sit, so we just stood and talked for a bit, leaving me to totally ditch the students I was chaperoning. oops. there were 4 other teachers there, and when he left and i came back, no one asked where i'd been.
THEN, saturday came and Brooklyn came over around 4 for dinner. he had to go in early to work for a meeting, so we only had a few hours. I made a scrumptious sweet and spicy rubbed chicken (meant to be cold) and a lemon asparagus pasta salad. and he brought a bottle of wine. we sat out on the patio enjoying the sunshine and each other's company until the sun went down and it was too chilly. so we headed inside and when pouring another glass of wine he grabbed me and kissed me, right there against the kitchen counter.
now, i wouldn't mention this fact, except for one strange thing. There have been three boys that i've let into my house to kiss me. and i've shared a kiss with each of them in that exact same spot in my kitchen. i find this odd. but not in a bad way. we decided kisses were enough dessert and at that point, he had to go in 15 mins or so, so we had to cut ourselve off and say goodnight.
but i think it's safe to say we are equally smitten with one another.
ooo. he just texted and is on his way over before heading to work and i watch lost.
so i'll just end there. no idea what the next week will bring. 13 days til I head home, so sometime before then we'll have to have a chat, but til then, i'll just keep enjoying him.
craaazzzy.
later later!
and timing right now, absolutely sucks. here i am, less than two weeks from heading to the east coast for the summer and NOW i meet someone I can fall for? really karma? you suck.
i'm sure smitten-er is not a word, but i am even more smitten with Brooklyn than I was after our 2nd ice skating/drinks/dinner/more drinks date. He called me on Tuesday, all ready to have a nice long marathon conversation I'm sure, but silly him, 10 minutes in, it was 9 pm and time for the 2nd to last ep of Lost. It pained me to do so, but i had to hang up and watch Lost. He seemed hurt, but slightly understanding and texted me 10 mins later to ask me to get frozen yogurt with him the next night to make up for our lack of conversation. He had rememberd me raving about Uswirl fro-yo, which you serve yourself and add all the mix-ins you want before setting it up on a scale. Naturally, I was in.
So Wednesday, after a long day at work, followed immediately by the gym, I jumped in the shower and headed to uswirl. He had to go right to work, so he was all dressed in nice pants/button down shirt and tie. holy hotness. it's a good look for him. we ate our fro-yo outside, he mocked me for not finishing mine, then suggested we go for a walk. after wandering around a shopping center, we realized-duh- there was a huge park across the street so we headed there. Our conversation was incredibly honest and open. all about the dating successes and failures we've had in vegas (mostly failures). he confessed that since dating in vegas, he had never made it to the 3rd date! how sweet. we sat on a bench for a while and then before making our way back to the cars, he helped me up and gave me a kiss. upon leaving, we made tentative plans for him to come over for dinner on saturday before work. perfect.
Thursday came and I was chaperoning the After-School All-Stars Showcase at this nearby nature preserve as the dance team and mariachi band in my after school program were performing. I had mentioned this to him on our previous dates, and Brooklyn said he would try to stop by. I told him to really not bother--who wants to watch a bunch of elementary and middle school students perform in his free time? So i'm at the Showcase, waiting for my school's turn to perform (freakin' 21 and 24 on the set list of 24 groups. UGH!), sweating my booty off in the hot vegas sun, sitting on fake grass and I look around and there's this tall dude who looks like Brooklyn. and it is. :) he only stayed for a short while and didn't want to come over to my school's section and sit, so we just stood and talked for a bit, leaving me to totally ditch the students I was chaperoning. oops. there were 4 other teachers there, and when he left and i came back, no one asked where i'd been.
THEN, saturday came and Brooklyn came over around 4 for dinner. he had to go in early to work for a meeting, so we only had a few hours. I made a scrumptious sweet and spicy rubbed chicken (meant to be cold) and a lemon asparagus pasta salad. and he brought a bottle of wine. we sat out on the patio enjoying the sunshine and each other's company until the sun went down and it was too chilly. so we headed inside and when pouring another glass of wine he grabbed me and kissed me, right there against the kitchen counter.
now, i wouldn't mention this fact, except for one strange thing. There have been three boys that i've let into my house to kiss me. and i've shared a kiss with each of them in that exact same spot in my kitchen. i find this odd. but not in a bad way. we decided kisses were enough dessert and at that point, he had to go in 15 mins or so, so we had to cut ourselve off and say goodnight.
but i think it's safe to say we are equally smitten with one another.
ooo. he just texted and is on his way over before heading to work and i watch lost.
so i'll just end there. no idea what the next week will bring. 13 days til I head home, so sometime before then we'll have to have a chat, but til then, i'll just keep enjoying him.
craaazzzy.
later later!
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Smitten
so 1 week can certainly make a difference on one's mood and attitude. I blame mother nature for last week's bout of depression and I apologize now for the lack o'fun that post provided.
i am terribly content today and also, dare i say, a wee bit smitten with recent happenings...
so after a quiet weekend, my phone rang on Wednesday night and it was brooklyn dude. we chatted for-ev-er as we tend to do and as usual it was quite enjoyable. before the hour plus conversation came to an end, we made tentative plans for the weekend. and of course, he followed up the phone call with a text that called me beautiful. i'll forever be a sucker for the b-word.
Thursday and Friday were filled with flirty texts back and forth, and he finally asked if I wanted to go ice skating and to dinner on Saturday afternoon/evening and of course, I was up for anything.
now, ice skating is definitely on my list of fun great date ideas-- but i always think of it as a holiday date. not exactly a may 15th date. but minor detail, i was in. it was not exactly easy though to decide what to wear on an ice skating/dinner date. with the high 80 degree and sunny weather in vegas, i wanted to wear a sundress. obviously, that wouldn't work. so it had to be jeans, but then what on top?? and what shoes? heels? sandals? flips? it was a major dilemma! plus i also realized that not only was our date beginning at 3 in the afternoon, but it was beginning with an activity that did not involve alcohol. i don't know if i've ever had a 2nd date without alcohol. with a 2nd date, it's still early in the getting to know you phase that the social lubricant that brings out Fun Lisa is practically a requirement. plus again, i am by no means a graceful person. as much as i love being active, i tend to look...foolish? clumsy? when participating in activities of the athletic nature. i hadn't been ice skating since who knows when, and now i was supposed to still impress this person in a) not a sundress, b) while stone sober, and c) while possibly breaking my own neck. so i was a bit nervous to say the least.
Brooklyn dude picked me up promptly at 3 and brought FLOWERS! i haven't received flowers from a boy since the statue boy valentine's day incident of 1998. (unless you count the roses dave bush brought me on behalf of my sorority big sis in college..incidentally, he's now a pitcher for the Milwaukee Brewers, and I just watched him pitch against the Phillies. i knew him!) anyway, i threw the gorgeous mix of gerbera daisies and regular daisies and lillies in some water and they looked way better than the dead tulips i bought for myself a week ago (i buy fresh flowers weekly.)
We headed out and hit the Fiesta Casino, which has an ice rink. it was pretty empty, aside from a group of little figure skaters-to-be, and a couple who were making out the whole time. Lacing up my skates, I had a quick flashback to that summer before 7th grade when it seems like every Friday night was spent at Superior Ice Rink speed skating into the boards and fighting with my arch nemesis a-lusk-a-tits . ah memories and innocence. anyway, in the present tense, i laced up my skates and hit the ice and surprisingly had no problems. i wish i could say the same of my date. he was a bit...slow. and it was a bit...awkward. i wasn't sure if i should go ahead or hold back and go slow with him. so i'd skate up ahead,then turn around and wait for him. after one go-round he decided his skates were too big and exchanged them for smaller size, which definitely made him a better skater. my fears of grace-less-ness were unfounded and we were able to skate and chat and rest without falling on our asses. i was impressed.
after skating for a bit, we jumped back in his car and headed to dinner. i actually had no idea where we were going until we ended up at the Stratosphere, where he had planned to eat at this yummy italian restaurant and watch the sunset from the top. unfortunately, the timing was off cause it was too early for both dinner and the sunset. so drinks it was. (finally!) we found a spot and drank some margaritas and people watched in the stratosphere (3 different sets of bride/grooms. at the stratosphere. in the center bar. not exactly my idea of a reception. and one poor bride's dress was BLACK with dirt at the bottom. i can only imagine how dirty the casino carpets are!)
then we went to eat and it was de-lish! and of course by the time we were done it was already dark, so no sunset for us and i figured the night was over, since it was nearing 9 and he had to be at work at 10:30 (stupid graveyard shift. i don't know how he does it!). so i commented something like, oh wow, this date has worn me out or something like that, and he was like, oh, i still had one more stop planned. so off to downtown we went, where we hit this bar that i've always heard of, but never been to and i now have a favorite bar in vegas. We were only there for half an hour or so, but this place, The Griffon, was so neat! all brick and dark and then throughout the middle there are 3 different round firepits/places with round leather seats going around them. very romantic. though we weren't quite in a romantic place yet-- no touching, or physical flirting. yet. it was getting late and we left and were heading back to the car which was parked a few blocks away. my lack of grace revealed itself on our walk TO the bar when I mis-stepped off the curb and almost fell. well on the way back to the car, for every curb we crossed brooklyn dude told me to watch my step. then after one step, he said something like, you need to be careful. want me to hold your hand so you don't trip again? well played brooklyn. so we held hands the rest of the way to the car (all of, maybe 100 yards).
finally the night was over for real. he drove me home, and gave me a kiss and waited for me to get in the house before heading off.
all in all a very sweet night.
i don't think in any of the dates i've had in vegas i've felt as...cared for? as i have last night. he's definitely a gentleman and I completely appreciate it.
soo...sigh, i don't know. there's definitely a few catches- 1. i'm not sure if i am confusing enjoying the chivalry and thoughtfulness of brooklyn dude with actually enjoying HIM. i'm trying not to overthink it. in the end, i have no problems whatsoever talking to him and he doesn't have any of my major deal breakers, so those must be good signs, right? but i dunno... 2. i am leaving in roughly 2 weeks. stupid timing. 3. we could not work more opposite hours. he works when i sleep, i work when he sleeps. thankfully, for now, there are a few hours where both of us are awake and free. but when he works swing shift, then there's no chance our waking/non-working hours would overlap.
sigh, so i dunno. i guess it doesn't matter much now, anyway, seeing as it's all moot when i'm across the country for the next 3 months. my hope is that we'll continue to hang in the remaining weeks, continue enjoying each other's company and conversation, and then see where both of our lives are in the fall. maybe if i'm lucky i can also get a ride to the airport.
speaking of airport...
newsflash! officially in NY June 4th, 7:05 PM (no red eye!!) and will be there until around the 11th. i know some of you poor suckers will still have work/school, but i need me some beach on Saturday/Sunday followed by frozen beverages on my back patio. who's in?
ok. that's it for tonight. i'm totally neglecting some horrible persuasive essays and with only two weeks to go, i can't exactly be a slacker. today has been a phantastic day with the flyers and phillies pulling off wins and i can only hope that these two weeks fly by...
later loves!
Lisa
i am terribly content today and also, dare i say, a wee bit smitten with recent happenings...
so after a quiet weekend, my phone rang on Wednesday night and it was brooklyn dude. we chatted for-ev-er as we tend to do and as usual it was quite enjoyable. before the hour plus conversation came to an end, we made tentative plans for the weekend. and of course, he followed up the phone call with a text that called me beautiful. i'll forever be a sucker for the b-word.
Thursday and Friday were filled with flirty texts back and forth, and he finally asked if I wanted to go ice skating and to dinner on Saturday afternoon/evening and of course, I was up for anything.
now, ice skating is definitely on my list of fun great date ideas-- but i always think of it as a holiday date. not exactly a may 15th date. but minor detail, i was in. it was not exactly easy though to decide what to wear on an ice skating/dinner date. with the high 80 degree and sunny weather in vegas, i wanted to wear a sundress. obviously, that wouldn't work. so it had to be jeans, but then what on top?? and what shoes? heels? sandals? flips? it was a major dilemma! plus i also realized that not only was our date beginning at 3 in the afternoon, but it was beginning with an activity that did not involve alcohol. i don't know if i've ever had a 2nd date without alcohol. with a 2nd date, it's still early in the getting to know you phase that the social lubricant that brings out Fun Lisa is practically a requirement. plus again, i am by no means a graceful person. as much as i love being active, i tend to look...foolish? clumsy? when participating in activities of the athletic nature. i hadn't been ice skating since who knows when, and now i was supposed to still impress this person in a) not a sundress, b) while stone sober, and c) while possibly breaking my own neck. so i was a bit nervous to say the least.
Brooklyn dude picked me up promptly at 3 and brought FLOWERS! i haven't received flowers from a boy since the statue boy valentine's day incident of 1998. (unless you count the roses dave bush brought me on behalf of my sorority big sis in college..incidentally, he's now a pitcher for the Milwaukee Brewers, and I just watched him pitch against the Phillies. i knew him!) anyway, i threw the gorgeous mix of gerbera daisies and regular daisies and lillies in some water and they looked way better than the dead tulips i bought for myself a week ago (i buy fresh flowers weekly.)
We headed out and hit the Fiesta Casino, which has an ice rink. it was pretty empty, aside from a group of little figure skaters-to-be, and a couple who were making out the whole time. Lacing up my skates, I had a quick flashback to that summer before 7th grade when it seems like every Friday night was spent at Superior Ice Rink speed skating into the boards and fighting with my arch nemesis a-lusk-a-tits . ah memories and innocence. anyway, in the present tense, i laced up my skates and hit the ice and surprisingly had no problems. i wish i could say the same of my date. he was a bit...slow. and it was a bit...awkward. i wasn't sure if i should go ahead or hold back and go slow with him. so i'd skate up ahead,then turn around and wait for him. after one go-round he decided his skates were too big and exchanged them for smaller size, which definitely made him a better skater. my fears of grace-less-ness were unfounded and we were able to skate and chat and rest without falling on our asses. i was impressed.
after skating for a bit, we jumped back in his car and headed to dinner. i actually had no idea where we were going until we ended up at the Stratosphere, where he had planned to eat at this yummy italian restaurant and watch the sunset from the top. unfortunately, the timing was off cause it was too early for both dinner and the sunset. so drinks it was. (finally!) we found a spot and drank some margaritas and people watched in the stratosphere (3 different sets of bride/grooms. at the stratosphere. in the center bar. not exactly my idea of a reception. and one poor bride's dress was BLACK with dirt at the bottom. i can only imagine how dirty the casino carpets are!)
then we went to eat and it was de-lish! and of course by the time we were done it was already dark, so no sunset for us and i figured the night was over, since it was nearing 9 and he had to be at work at 10:30 (stupid graveyard shift. i don't know how he does it!). so i commented something like, oh wow, this date has worn me out or something like that, and he was like, oh, i still had one more stop planned. so off to downtown we went, where we hit this bar that i've always heard of, but never been to and i now have a favorite bar in vegas. We were only there for half an hour or so, but this place, The Griffon, was so neat! all brick and dark and then throughout the middle there are 3 different round firepits/places with round leather seats going around them. very romantic. though we weren't quite in a romantic place yet-- no touching, or physical flirting. yet. it was getting late and we left and were heading back to the car which was parked a few blocks away. my lack of grace revealed itself on our walk TO the bar when I mis-stepped off the curb and almost fell. well on the way back to the car, for every curb we crossed brooklyn dude told me to watch my step. then after one step, he said something like, you need to be careful. want me to hold your hand so you don't trip again? well played brooklyn. so we held hands the rest of the way to the car (all of, maybe 100 yards).
finally the night was over for real. he drove me home, and gave me a kiss and waited for me to get in the house before heading off.
all in all a very sweet night.
i don't think in any of the dates i've had in vegas i've felt as...cared for? as i have last night. he's definitely a gentleman and I completely appreciate it.
soo...sigh, i don't know. there's definitely a few catches- 1. i'm not sure if i am confusing enjoying the chivalry and thoughtfulness of brooklyn dude with actually enjoying HIM. i'm trying not to overthink it. in the end, i have no problems whatsoever talking to him and he doesn't have any of my major deal breakers, so those must be good signs, right? but i dunno... 2. i am leaving in roughly 2 weeks. stupid timing. 3. we could not work more opposite hours. he works when i sleep, i work when he sleeps. thankfully, for now, there are a few hours where both of us are awake and free. but when he works swing shift, then there's no chance our waking/non-working hours would overlap.
sigh, so i dunno. i guess it doesn't matter much now, anyway, seeing as it's all moot when i'm across the country for the next 3 months. my hope is that we'll continue to hang in the remaining weeks, continue enjoying each other's company and conversation, and then see where both of our lives are in the fall. maybe if i'm lucky i can also get a ride to the airport.
speaking of airport...
newsflash! officially in NY June 4th, 7:05 PM (no red eye!!) and will be there until around the 11th. i know some of you poor suckers will still have work/school, but i need me some beach on Saturday/Sunday followed by frozen beverages on my back patio. who's in?
ok. that's it for tonight. i'm totally neglecting some horrible persuasive essays and with only two weeks to go, i can't exactly be a slacker. today has been a phantastic day with the flyers and phillies pulling off wins and i can only hope that these two weeks fly by...
later loves!
Lisa
Sunday, May 9, 2010
how long til summer?
i am so done. get me out of here.
that was my mentality for most of the week. don't get me wrong, i had a lovely weekend hanging out with my dad, drinking poolside at the wynn (getting sunburn. on my knees. and my knees only.) and generally being lazy, but i'm ready for a change. i don't know if it's the wind blowing up something i'm allergic to, or what, but i feel like i've been on the verge of tears all day. and i can't quite pinpoint one particular thing that's upsetting me. just a general blah-ness with life and all it's lacking.
here's a few things though...
1. this week i simultaneously felt like i was having a bad middle school flashback/ stuck in a sex and the city episode. my roommate told me on Monday that she was having people over for Cinco de Mayo-- all couples and that i should invite the boy i was seeing (or, uh, saw once). he was working (more on him later) so I was hanging solo, which i figured was no big deal. it was a party, right? hardly. turns out it was just 4 couples--2 teachers i work with and their spouses/fiances, plus a lesbian couple roommate is good friends with, and me. i felt so out of place AT MY OWN HOUSE. especially as it turns out this group of people have been hanging out together every weekend for the past whoknows how many weeks. i know now where roommate and boyf have been every time they leave the house without saying a word to me, as i heard all about their adventures on the town with these other couples.
i get it. couples like to hang out with couples. i am single, not a couple. why WOULD i be invited along? but i know these people too. i'm fun. aren't i? apparently not, as I have no be included in any gathering and i'm quite certain my presence at my own house wednesday night was not preferred.
this city honestly makes me feel like a friend-less loser 90% of the time. how did i miss that day in kindergarten when we were taught how to make friends?
even with my dad in town this weekend, i was still struggling to stay awake past 10pm (both nights he left me on my own by 8 so he could take a nap before going out with the bachelor).
god i need a life.
2. i refuse to be sad over boys, and i'm definitely taking my break from boys, but seriously, WTF. i agree with megan (see comment #2 last week) that it's better to know now if a dude's going to be a flake, but i 'm irked that there's no logical reason for sudden changes in heart...
first there's RadioDude...the Phillies had a series with the Cardinals this week and since he's a Cards fan, i thought perfect opportunity to get together... or at least make a friendly wager. so i texted him proposing a beer for the winner of the series. this went back and forth as we decided the terms if it was a tie and it was flirty a bit (something like if they split the series, i'd let him buy since it was a privilege to drink with me and he replied that he already knew or something like that...). but it died. the phillies won the series but he never really offered the prize and i didn't exactly run to claim it either. i think i give up.
then there's brooklyn, who is MIA. i didn't even get my sunday night phone call tonight. he texted me tuesday morning to say happy teacher's appreciation day or something silly and cute and that was the last i heard. sigh, i dunno if it's worth it...
i give up. just let me run away to my happy place in the middle of the mountains.
i can't say it's all blah as i have made a new discovery today that i am totally smitten with...
his name is Jason Mulgrew and I met him in Borders. or at least i stumbled upon his book in Borders and promptly bought it. His book (and his blog) is called "Everything is Wrong with Me" and he is every kind of right for me. The book is all about growing up in Philadelphia in the 80s and it makes me so nostalgic. and so i went to his blog and i love him love him love him. read it.
i am going to email him and propose and also find out how you get people to read your blog and then get people who read your blog give you book deals.
sigh. another imaginary lust to add to my list (already on list: ted mosby, jim halpert, and aaron karo and the entire philadelphia phillies line-up).
i'm going to go to bed now and dream of a life where i am not alone, or at least not left alone because i'm single, where my jason mulgrew/aaron karo/jim halpert/ted mosby hybrid guy will join me for cinco de mayo parties and pool side at the wynn, and where the wind will stop blowing this crap up my nose making me sniffling (instead of dreaming about trains, and missing them repeatedly, like i did last night. hate those dreams where you're trying to get somewhere, but can't. umm...symbolic much?)
on that night, good night.
that was my mentality for most of the week. don't get me wrong, i had a lovely weekend hanging out with my dad, drinking poolside at the wynn (getting sunburn. on my knees. and my knees only.) and generally being lazy, but i'm ready for a change. i don't know if it's the wind blowing up something i'm allergic to, or what, but i feel like i've been on the verge of tears all day. and i can't quite pinpoint one particular thing that's upsetting me. just a general blah-ness with life and all it's lacking.
here's a few things though...
1. this week i simultaneously felt like i was having a bad middle school flashback/ stuck in a sex and the city episode. my roommate told me on Monday that she was having people over for Cinco de Mayo-- all couples and that i should invite the boy i was seeing (or, uh, saw once). he was working (more on him later) so I was hanging solo, which i figured was no big deal. it was a party, right? hardly. turns out it was just 4 couples--2 teachers i work with and their spouses/fiances, plus a lesbian couple roommate is good friends with, and me. i felt so out of place AT MY OWN HOUSE. especially as it turns out this group of people have been hanging out together every weekend for the past whoknows how many weeks. i know now where roommate and boyf have been every time they leave the house without saying a word to me, as i heard all about their adventures on the town with these other couples.
i get it. couples like to hang out with couples. i am single, not a couple. why WOULD i be invited along? but i know these people too. i'm fun. aren't i? apparently not, as I have no be included in any gathering and i'm quite certain my presence at my own house wednesday night was not preferred.
this city honestly makes me feel like a friend-less loser 90% of the time. how did i miss that day in kindergarten when we were taught how to make friends?
even with my dad in town this weekend, i was still struggling to stay awake past 10pm (both nights he left me on my own by 8 so he could take a nap before going out with the bachelor).
god i need a life.
2. i refuse to be sad over boys, and i'm definitely taking my break from boys, but seriously, WTF. i agree with megan (see comment #2 last week) that it's better to know now if a dude's going to be a flake, but i 'm irked that there's no logical reason for sudden changes in heart...
first there's RadioDude...the Phillies had a series with the Cardinals this week and since he's a Cards fan, i thought perfect opportunity to get together... or at least make a friendly wager. so i texted him proposing a beer for the winner of the series. this went back and forth as we decided the terms if it was a tie and it was flirty a bit (something like if they split the series, i'd let him buy since it was a privilege to drink with me and he replied that he already knew or something like that...). but it died. the phillies won the series but he never really offered the prize and i didn't exactly run to claim it either. i think i give up.
then there's brooklyn, who is MIA. i didn't even get my sunday night phone call tonight. he texted me tuesday morning to say happy teacher's appreciation day or something silly and cute and that was the last i heard. sigh, i dunno if it's worth it...
i give up. just let me run away to my happy place in the middle of the mountains.
i can't say it's all blah as i have made a new discovery today that i am totally smitten with...
his name is Jason Mulgrew and I met him in Borders. or at least i stumbled upon his book in Borders and promptly bought it. His book (and his blog) is called "Everything is Wrong with Me" and he is every kind of right for me. The book is all about growing up in Philadelphia in the 80s and it makes me so nostalgic. and so i went to his blog and i love him love him love him. read it.
i am going to email him and propose and also find out how you get people to read your blog and then get people who read your blog give you book deals.
sigh. another imaginary lust to add to my list (already on list: ted mosby, jim halpert, and aaron karo and the entire philadelphia phillies line-up).
i'm going to go to bed now and dream of a life where i am not alone, or at least not left alone because i'm single, where my jason mulgrew/aaron karo/jim halpert/ted mosby hybrid guy will join me for cinco de mayo parties and pool side at the wynn, and where the wind will stop blowing this crap up my nose making me sniffling (instead of dreaming about trains, and missing them repeatedly, like i did last night. hate those dreams where you're trying to get somewhere, but can't. umm...symbolic much?)
on that night, good night.
Sunday, May 2, 2010
batting .000 or maybe not...
ohmygoodness i could close my eyes and pass out right this second without a single problem. i--suprisingly-- had a quite eventful weekend which ended just now with a little bbq/ housewarming shindig for my friend Stacy and my own homemade sangria concoction. DELISH! i probably didn't NEED to drink 3 glasses of sangria on a sunday night, but i couldn't help myself. anyone remember the cinco de mayo fiesta of 2005 (2006? whatever year that was)? i think i was drunk for 3 days from that. this batch was way better.
before the fun of this evening my weekend was nothing but the usual errands, a great big waste of time test for NV certification (I now know way more than I care to/need to about Nevada School Law and the NV constitution.) BUT also a date with Brooklyn dude. so i guess you could say the weekend was sandwiched with good stuff. but with yuck in the middle.
i also FINALLY met RadioDude this week, so that's TWO two 2! dates in one week! heck, within three days! but what does it all mean...not sure my batting average is quite where it needs to be...
let's start with RadioDude.
Was psyched to meet him, after so many text messges...seriously several per day for a good two weeks. He picked Wednesday and picked yardhouse, the giant beer place down in town square (where i once had drinks with dull dude). Everything seemed great. he was definitely cute. by no means drop dead gorgeous, but cute. and not as old as he sounded on the radio. we had no shortage of things to talk about-- sports, college, work, crazy people we've dated. we joked, we drank beer, we ate nachos, he paid (i offered tip), it was fun. he walked me all the way to my car which was on the other side of the complex and even gave me a kiss (closed lips but on the lips) before he left. it was nice.
Thursday I texted him to say thanks and he replied you're welcome and i hope you're having a nice day or some bs pleasantry and i replied that it was unnecessarily stressful and he....didn't reply.
and that was the last i heard of Radiodude. W.T.F!!!!!? we were texting daily for weeks and now nothing? was i that horrendous? i just don't get people out here, seriously.
i've never really had a date that I could tell was going poorly, or that the guy just wasn't that into me....so why are they not that into me in the end? why not say something?! i mean, i would hate flat out rejection, but seriously...
then there's brookyln dude. he let me make the plans for Friday and I picked a fun mexican place nearby. who doesn't need a margarita on a friday night? (i had two). so, he was a bit...goofy-er/more awkward than i anticipated but totally sweet, definitely from brooklyn, but we had SO much in common. his dad used to have a shop in huntington (town next to mine on LI) and would go out there all the time), he knows parts of philly, and even suburban philly where my family all lives. we both miss bagels and yuengling and good pizza. so it went well. i felt bad, cause i had to get home to study, and he had to actually go to work- cause he was working the overnight shift friday, saturday and sunday nights. so he walked me to my car and i got an awkward hug and that was that....
i wasn't sure if i was going to hear from him. he's not much of a texter, which we actually discussed and since he works nights i didn't want to shoot him a message during the day.
but tonight, as i was leaving stacy's house he called. so we chatted for a good half an hour and he said he had a great time and suggested we do it again, but i don't know when. so at least there's hope.
oh and just now i had an email from 123greetings.com with his email address attached. he sent me an ecard. cheese-tastic. whatadork, but how thoughtful. it has an animated frog on it and says "Hey There! Came by to say hello and wish you a wonderful day!"... too funny.
so that's that. i was just about to give up completely but maybe i won't yet. we'll see...i only have 4 weeks left and then i'm TC bound (woohoo) so it's about time to take a break, but I'll still give brooklyn dude a chance. this coming weekend I'm hanging out with dad, if he isn't with the bachelor the whole time, but he's promised me some quality pool time at the Wynn pool--woohoo luxury. BTW, did you know-- you can rent your own personal midget in las vegas? it's true. my dad's coworkers who are coming in for the bachelor party had the choice between the personal midget for the bachelor OR a penthouse suite a mirage. thankfully they went with the penthouse, which means my dad's stealing the original room at the Wynn.
if only I were on vacation. 4 more weeks....4 more weeks...
that's 4 more blogs, for sure...then lisadatesvegas might become, lisatakesabreakfromdatingvegaswhileworkingatcamp.
nightynight!
before the fun of this evening my weekend was nothing but the usual errands, a great big waste of time test for NV certification (I now know way more than I care to/need to about Nevada School Law and the NV constitution.) BUT also a date with Brooklyn dude. so i guess you could say the weekend was sandwiched with good stuff. but with yuck in the middle.
i also FINALLY met RadioDude this week, so that's TWO two 2! dates in one week! heck, within three days! but what does it all mean...not sure my batting average is quite where it needs to be...
let's start with RadioDude.
Was psyched to meet him, after so many text messges...seriously several per day for a good two weeks. He picked Wednesday and picked yardhouse, the giant beer place down in town square (where i once had drinks with dull dude). Everything seemed great. he was definitely cute. by no means drop dead gorgeous, but cute. and not as old as he sounded on the radio. we had no shortage of things to talk about-- sports, college, work, crazy people we've dated. we joked, we drank beer, we ate nachos, he paid (i offered tip), it was fun. he walked me all the way to my car which was on the other side of the complex and even gave me a kiss (closed lips but on the lips) before he left. it was nice.
Thursday I texted him to say thanks and he replied you're welcome and i hope you're having a nice day or some bs pleasantry and i replied that it was unnecessarily stressful and he....didn't reply.
and that was the last i heard of Radiodude. W.T.F!!!!!? we were texting daily for weeks and now nothing? was i that horrendous? i just don't get people out here, seriously.
i've never really had a date that I could tell was going poorly, or that the guy just wasn't that into me....so why are they not that into me in the end? why not say something?! i mean, i would hate flat out rejection, but seriously...
then there's brookyln dude. he let me make the plans for Friday and I picked a fun mexican place nearby. who doesn't need a margarita on a friday night? (i had two). so, he was a bit...goofy-er/more awkward than i anticipated but totally sweet, definitely from brooklyn, but we had SO much in common. his dad used to have a shop in huntington (town next to mine on LI) and would go out there all the time), he knows parts of philly, and even suburban philly where my family all lives. we both miss bagels and yuengling and good pizza. so it went well. i felt bad, cause i had to get home to study, and he had to actually go to work- cause he was working the overnight shift friday, saturday and sunday nights. so he walked me to my car and i got an awkward hug and that was that....
i wasn't sure if i was going to hear from him. he's not much of a texter, which we actually discussed and since he works nights i didn't want to shoot him a message during the day.
but tonight, as i was leaving stacy's house he called. so we chatted for a good half an hour and he said he had a great time and suggested we do it again, but i don't know when. so at least there's hope.
oh and just now i had an email from 123greetings.com with his email address attached. he sent me an ecard. cheese-tastic. whatadork, but how thoughtful. it has an animated frog on it and says "Hey There! Came by to say hello and wish you a wonderful day!"... too funny.
so that's that. i was just about to give up completely but maybe i won't yet. we'll see...i only have 4 weeks left and then i'm TC bound (woohoo) so it's about time to take a break, but I'll still give brooklyn dude a chance. this coming weekend I'm hanging out with dad, if he isn't with the bachelor the whole time, but he's promised me some quality pool time at the Wynn pool--woohoo luxury. BTW, did you know-- you can rent your own personal midget in las vegas? it's true. my dad's coworkers who are coming in for the bachelor party had the choice between the personal midget for the bachelor OR a penthouse suite a mirage. thankfully they went with the penthouse, which means my dad's stealing the original room at the Wynn.
if only I were on vacation. 4 more weeks....4 more weeks...
that's 4 more blogs, for sure...then lisadatesvegas might become, lisatakesabreakfromdatingvegaswhileworkingatcamp.
nightynight!
Sunday, April 25, 2010
One step forward....two steps back?
so, i jinxed myself by saying that I was trying to balance four guys at once. suddenly, i'm down to two. maybe...
here's the sitch--
airforcer-- never heard from again. i didn't contact him either though, so maybe that's my bad. maybe i'll give him a shout...
the debater--
Met the debater on Wednesday. He requested an earlier date, which means I met him straight from school. I purposely wore a cutesy new tank top and jeans to school and had a most fantastic curly hair day. We met at a local brew pub and had a few drinks while watching the Phillies. We had plenty of things to talk about, including comparing/contrasting our teaching experiences, as he teachers at THE private school in vegas. total sidenote, but total proof that something is effed up in education--- the debater relayed this story of how earlier in the school year, his students were debating which american city is the best to visit and they narrowed it down to Boston, LA and NY before asking him his opinion. He said he couldn't weigh in, since he had never been to NYC...months later, his bday rolls around and his students give him a card. inside the card, a STACK of CASH that his students donated to him so he could finally go to NY. so he is. in a few weeks, just taking off three days from school, cause that's also totally cool since he gives up so many weekends to debate. i asked if his school was hiring.
ANYWAY...things were going great, and it was getting later, and we were both growing hungry, so we decided to go next door to a fancy new brick oven pizza place (supposedly NY style....but it wasn't quite up to par). We had some more drinks, ate some mozzarella, ate some pizza, talked a ton more and I decided I could really be happy getting to know him. I wasn't head over heels by any means, but I could see myself spending time with him. the bill came, and I paid (since he got the earlier rounds of drinks) and he didn't put up much protest...
we walked out and he kinda walked me towards my car, but his was closer so we stopped, hugged and I told him to be in touch, especially before his trip to NYC so I could tell him all the sights to see/miss.
...
so the next day I gave him a friendly, "Thanks for meeting up with me, it was great to talk to you blahblahblah" text. and he didn't reply.
and 4 days later I have not heard a word.
WhattheEFF?
everything SEEMED to go wonderfully fine. sure not crazy in love perfect. but fine enough to AT LEAST REPLY to A TEXT MESSAGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Fuck you debater. fuck you.
Then there's RadioGuy/dude/whatever i chose to call him...we're still texting almost daily and there's still been not even a word about the potential of getting together. granted, he's currently on vacation in San Diego and has been since last tuesday, so it's understandable, but i am truly hoping that when he gets back from his trip this tuesday he'll ask me out. or i might just grow a pair and ask him out myself. it's not exactly easy/ideal to get to know someone on text message and we've run out of things to talk about. so hopefully that will not be the case when and if we meet.
THEN there's Brooklyndude who i did not hear from all week until Friday. I was kinda bummed, then he called friday night and i missed his call, but his voicemail said something like, "oh it's 8:30, you're probably out for this night already...". Meanwhile...I missed his call cause I was in the bathroom washing my face and getting ready for bed. how cute, he thinks I have a life! I couldn't call him back just then and prove him wrong, so I just played phone tag with him on Saturday til he called me back earlier this evening. the poor guy's grandma passed away so he had to go to Florida all week, which is why I hadn't heard from him and is totally forgivable. We talked for a solid 45 minutes, often cutting each other off since we had so much to say. and we made tentative plans for Thursday or Friday which would be fabulous! not only was he great on the phone, he sent me another cute follow up text just minutes after we hung up apologizing for keeping me up too late. (not to worry i replied, i'm still up, writing in my blog about my massive crush on you even though we've never met. kidding.)
so that's that.
I haven't been browsing much on okcupid since i could barely handle the 4 i thought i was going to be juggling, but i'll have to get back into it.
i DO need to reply to this one new interest, who started the email with: "delete this if you aren't looking for a new friend" and ended with: "how do you feel about your nose? haha. no, it's cute. I like it. it gives you personality." in between were a handful of supposed deep questions about passions in life and blahblah bullshit, and although his pictures were cute, every one was him and a hot girl, and his rude attitude and the fact that he's now given me a complex about my nose mean he will surely be deleted.
so discoveries of the week-- no one is as he seems and there's an asshole behind every corner.
just need to hold hope that the two i've yet to meet will be at least close to what they seem...
hopefully next weekend will be much less lame, as these lame lonely weekends (hat trick- 3 in a row!) are getting to me.
time for bed.
g'night !!!!!!!
here's the sitch--
airforcer-- never heard from again. i didn't contact him either though, so maybe that's my bad. maybe i'll give him a shout...
the debater--
Met the debater on Wednesday. He requested an earlier date, which means I met him straight from school. I purposely wore a cutesy new tank top and jeans to school and had a most fantastic curly hair day. We met at a local brew pub and had a few drinks while watching the Phillies. We had plenty of things to talk about, including comparing/contrasting our teaching experiences, as he teachers at THE private school in vegas. total sidenote, but total proof that something is effed up in education--- the debater relayed this story of how earlier in the school year, his students were debating which american city is the best to visit and they narrowed it down to Boston, LA and NY before asking him his opinion. He said he couldn't weigh in, since he had never been to NYC...months later, his bday rolls around and his students give him a card. inside the card, a STACK of CASH that his students donated to him so he could finally go to NY. so he is. in a few weeks, just taking off three days from school, cause that's also totally cool since he gives up so many weekends to debate. i asked if his school was hiring.
ANYWAY...things were going great, and it was getting later, and we were both growing hungry, so we decided to go next door to a fancy new brick oven pizza place (supposedly NY style....but it wasn't quite up to par). We had some more drinks, ate some mozzarella, ate some pizza, talked a ton more and I decided I could really be happy getting to know him. I wasn't head over heels by any means, but I could see myself spending time with him. the bill came, and I paid (since he got the earlier rounds of drinks) and he didn't put up much protest...
we walked out and he kinda walked me towards my car, but his was closer so we stopped, hugged and I told him to be in touch, especially before his trip to NYC so I could tell him all the sights to see/miss.
...
so the next day I gave him a friendly, "Thanks for meeting up with me, it was great to talk to you blahblahblah" text. and he didn't reply.
and 4 days later I have not heard a word.
WhattheEFF?
everything SEEMED to go wonderfully fine. sure not crazy in love perfect. but fine enough to AT LEAST REPLY to A TEXT MESSAGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Fuck you debater. fuck you.
Then there's RadioGuy/dude/whatever i chose to call him...we're still texting almost daily and there's still been not even a word about the potential of getting together. granted, he's currently on vacation in San Diego and has been since last tuesday, so it's understandable, but i am truly hoping that when he gets back from his trip this tuesday he'll ask me out. or i might just grow a pair and ask him out myself. it's not exactly easy/ideal to get to know someone on text message and we've run out of things to talk about. so hopefully that will not be the case when and if we meet.
THEN there's Brooklyndude who i did not hear from all week until Friday. I was kinda bummed, then he called friday night and i missed his call, but his voicemail said something like, "oh it's 8:30, you're probably out for this night already...". Meanwhile...I missed his call cause I was in the bathroom washing my face and getting ready for bed. how cute, he thinks I have a life! I couldn't call him back just then and prove him wrong, so I just played phone tag with him on Saturday til he called me back earlier this evening. the poor guy's grandma passed away so he had to go to Florida all week, which is why I hadn't heard from him and is totally forgivable. We talked for a solid 45 minutes, often cutting each other off since we had so much to say. and we made tentative plans for Thursday or Friday which would be fabulous! not only was he great on the phone, he sent me another cute follow up text just minutes after we hung up apologizing for keeping me up too late. (not to worry i replied, i'm still up, writing in my blog about my massive crush on you even though we've never met. kidding.)
so that's that.
I haven't been browsing much on okcupid since i could barely handle the 4 i thought i was going to be juggling, but i'll have to get back into it.
i DO need to reply to this one new interest, who started the email with: "delete this if you aren't looking for a new friend" and ended with: "how do you feel about your nose? haha. no, it's cute. I like it. it gives you personality." in between were a handful of supposed deep questions about passions in life and blahblah bullshit, and although his pictures were cute, every one was him and a hot girl, and his rude attitude and the fact that he's now given me a complex about my nose mean he will surely be deleted.
so discoveries of the week-- no one is as he seems and there's an asshole behind every corner.
just need to hold hope that the two i've yet to meet will be at least close to what they seem...
hopefully next weekend will be much less lame, as these lame lonely weekends (hat trick- 3 in a row!) are getting to me.
time for bed.
g'night !!!!!!!
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