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 !!!!!!!
Sunday, April 18, 2010
blowin' up
How do my sunday's always slip away from me?! I was feeling so productive today...i did my errands, got a little sun, made a yummo dinner, did a little laundry,...and wham, suddenly it's 10:20 and I haven't written in my blog yet, let alone finish what I'd hoped to have done for school tomorrow.
perhaps part of the reason why i'm suddenly so far behind on my "things i wanted done before bed on sunday" list is cause I just spent 57 minutes on the phone. with a new boy.
CRAZY. i'm suddenly talking to 4 different guys from okcupid, using 4 different types of communication-- in person!, texting, email and phone. i'm even facebook friends with one!! Such progress! (please hear my sarcasm).
I don't know how people date multiple people at once. i cannot keep them all straight! the only thing crazier than me talking to 4 different guys at once is that I actually see some potential in all 4. so let's add to the list of potential new boys:
The military man. no that sounds too tough. The Airforce. eh, i don't know. i'll come up with a good name for him:
So, I noticed the Airforcer on okcupid and immediately thought, "Oh he's way too cute for me" so I did nothing.Then one night he instant messaged me and we had a fabulous conversation. He's from New England, went to a small school in MI before joining the airforce and being stationed here in Vegas. We chatted a few nights before exchanging emails, then phone numbers.
It sounds like, like me, he's bored. He works funky hours so has random days off, but on Friday night he ended up getting finished early so he texted me and a few hours later, we met for a drink.
Like his profile, he's way too cute for me. Very tan and typical military hair and build. and dimples to die for. Our conversation was pretty good but didn't go anywhere crazy. mostly stuck on topics like sports, work and travel. but he was friendly and easy to talk to. It wasn't very flirty though, so i'm not sure if it was a date or just two new friends sharing a beer.
When the check came, he had his card out and I threw mine down too without discussion. Then as we left, he went one way and I went another without a hug, handshake or romantic makeout session. soooooooo, i'm thinking he wasn't feeling me any more than a friend...which is fine.
Saturday I texted him just to say thanks and to tell him to enjoy the concert he was going to and he replied, but I let the conversation die...
so i dunno. I'd definitely see him again, but I certainly won't throw myself at him.
then there's:
Radio Man. Radio Boy? Radio Guy. Radio Dude.
So there's this other guy, Radio Dude, so named cause he works in Radio, as the news reporter on an AM station. I actually listened to him the other day and he sounded....old. I think anyone on the radio reading the news would sound old though. His pictures on OK cupid are way cute. He's from St. Louis and we've been texting like crazy. I spent 45-minutes on the ellipitical Friday afternoon, texting him the whole time (I was so THAT girl, good thing the gym was empty). It really made my workout fly by! We have soooooo much in common and seem to fit each other's "want" list. the only problem thus far is we've been texting since friday and he's YET to ask me out. At one point I even said how much I wanted a drink. but nothing. We've since become facebook friends, and I was glad to see his facebook didn't reveal any big uh-ohs. sooo...if he doesn't ask me out soon, i'm going to have to be a big girl and do the asking myself...
Then...
Brooklyn Babe. Ok, just Brooklyn Dude.
This is the dude I just spent an hour on the phone with. I gave him my number in an email on Thursday and was bummed to have not heard from him all weekend, but this totally made up for it... I haven't even met him and I want him. He's been in Vegas for 7 years, but he's originally from, duh, Brooklyn. But he went to school in Philly, so has friends there, and even admits that he'd grown accustomed to Philly teams. (swoon). He's a beverage manager at the Venetian, which is awesome and likely means that I could have seen him when I was there a few weeks ago with mom. However, this job thing is a major con--he works overnight 2 nights a week (was actually heading in to work as I finished talking to him tonight. at 10pm), and swing the other 3 (4pm-12pm) with Wednesdays and Thursdays usually off. Could we have more opposite hours? I'm barely done my school day when he goes into his work day. but i guess that's something to worry about later.
After our conversation, he texted me and said how nice it was to talk, and that he'd be in touch to make a plan to get together. so i guess we'll figure something out. i hope.
The Debater. or, the Master Debater. no. Just the Debater:
Not to prejudge (cause i'd never do that here)...the Debater seems most...in my league. I don't know if that's putting me or him down more. Anyway, he's a teacher...of debate, at a private school here in Vegas. so he has rich kids. and he's actually in DC this weekend at the national championship with his team. We've been emailing the most intensely for a good week now and have set up a date for Wednesday-- trip to the farmer's market and then drinks.
That's all I got on him so far. more details as they come.
ok, i seriously have to get to bed. this did not turn into the clever or witty commentary I prefer it to be, but i have a feeling i'll have some mid-week reports this week...
something good has to come from one of these four, right???
we'll see.........
perhaps part of the reason why i'm suddenly so far behind on my "things i wanted done before bed on sunday" list is cause I just spent 57 minutes on the phone. with a new boy.
CRAZY. i'm suddenly talking to 4 different guys from okcupid, using 4 different types of communication-- in person!, texting, email and phone. i'm even facebook friends with one!! Such progress! (please hear my sarcasm).
I don't know how people date multiple people at once. i cannot keep them all straight! the only thing crazier than me talking to 4 different guys at once is that I actually see some potential in all 4. so let's add to the list of potential new boys:
The military man. no that sounds too tough. The Airforce. eh, i don't know. i'll come up with a good name for him:
So, I noticed the Airforcer on okcupid and immediately thought, "Oh he's way too cute for me" so I did nothing.Then one night he instant messaged me and we had a fabulous conversation. He's from New England, went to a small school in MI before joining the airforce and being stationed here in Vegas. We chatted a few nights before exchanging emails, then phone numbers.
It sounds like, like me, he's bored. He works funky hours so has random days off, but on Friday night he ended up getting finished early so he texted me and a few hours later, we met for a drink.
Like his profile, he's way too cute for me. Very tan and typical military hair and build. and dimples to die for. Our conversation was pretty good but didn't go anywhere crazy. mostly stuck on topics like sports, work and travel. but he was friendly and easy to talk to. It wasn't very flirty though, so i'm not sure if it was a date or just two new friends sharing a beer.
When the check came, he had his card out and I threw mine down too without discussion. Then as we left, he went one way and I went another without a hug, handshake or romantic makeout session. soooooooo, i'm thinking he wasn't feeling me any more than a friend...which is fine.
Saturday I texted him just to say thanks and to tell him to enjoy the concert he was going to and he replied, but I let the conversation die...
so i dunno. I'd definitely see him again, but I certainly won't throw myself at him.
then there's:
Radio Man. Radio Boy? Radio Guy. Radio Dude.
So there's this other guy, Radio Dude, so named cause he works in Radio, as the news reporter on an AM station. I actually listened to him the other day and he sounded....old. I think anyone on the radio reading the news would sound old though. His pictures on OK cupid are way cute. He's from St. Louis and we've been texting like crazy. I spent 45-minutes on the ellipitical Friday afternoon, texting him the whole time (I was so THAT girl, good thing the gym was empty). It really made my workout fly by! We have soooooo much in common and seem to fit each other's "want" list. the only problem thus far is we've been texting since friday and he's YET to ask me out. At one point I even said how much I wanted a drink. but nothing. We've since become facebook friends, and I was glad to see his facebook didn't reveal any big uh-ohs. sooo...if he doesn't ask me out soon, i'm going to have to be a big girl and do the asking myself...
Then...
Brooklyn Babe. Ok, just Brooklyn Dude.
This is the dude I just spent an hour on the phone with. I gave him my number in an email on Thursday and was bummed to have not heard from him all weekend, but this totally made up for it... I haven't even met him and I want him. He's been in Vegas for 7 years, but he's originally from, duh, Brooklyn. But he went to school in Philly, so has friends there, and even admits that he'd grown accustomed to Philly teams. (swoon). He's a beverage manager at the Venetian, which is awesome and likely means that I could have seen him when I was there a few weeks ago with mom. However, this job thing is a major con--he works overnight 2 nights a week (was actually heading in to work as I finished talking to him tonight. at 10pm), and swing the other 3 (4pm-12pm) with Wednesdays and Thursdays usually off. Could we have more opposite hours? I'm barely done my school day when he goes into his work day. but i guess that's something to worry about later.
After our conversation, he texted me and said how nice it was to talk, and that he'd be in touch to make a plan to get together. so i guess we'll figure something out. i hope.
The Debater. or, the Master Debater. no. Just the Debater:
Not to prejudge (cause i'd never do that here)...the Debater seems most...in my league. I don't know if that's putting me or him down more. Anyway, he's a teacher...of debate, at a private school here in Vegas. so he has rich kids. and he's actually in DC this weekend at the national championship with his team. We've been emailing the most intensely for a good week now and have set up a date for Wednesday-- trip to the farmer's market and then drinks.
That's all I got on him so far. more details as they come.
ok, i seriously have to get to bed. this did not turn into the clever or witty commentary I prefer it to be, but i have a feeling i'll have some mid-week reports this week...
something good has to come from one of these four, right???
we'll see.........
Monday, April 12, 2010
yawn is my life
yawn.
i can think of no less than 5 things I want to write about tonight, yet at 8:41 on a Monday evening, I can barely even keep my eyes open. yawn. my arms don't want my fingers to type. and my head does not want to organize my thoughts into coherent sentences. so this one might be a bit (more) random (than usual).
so in my world...
1. i have a stock broker. not only do i have a stock broker, but i also have a crush on my stock broker.
it all started like this. Investment guys from various firms come poach at schools in attempts to find teachers to set up accounts with and one day this tall dude stops in my room after school asking if i'd be interested. he was cute. i had no retirement fund set up, so i figured, what the heck. we met one day and set up an 457 (like a 403b which is like a 401k). he was so easy to talk to, and a complete cutie so when he asked to meet again to set up another account with money i've already earned, I jumped on him. or the chance to talk to him again. so he came back and we set things up and he officially became my stock broker. he told me having a stock broker would be excellent for my dating life. i could be out with a guy and i could say, "excuse me, my stock broker is calling" and guys would be turned on by this. i want to know what turns the stock broker on.
he came back the next day to get a check from me, and i dragged him down to my after school program and convinced him to come talk to our money management class SO hopefully i will see him again soon. not that it matters.... i sense he's a bit younger....i worry he's got a girl (facebook stalking revealed a pic of guy who could maybe be him with a cute blonde. maybe sister?)...and i'm sure it's not a good idea to date someone who manages my money.
thoughts?
2. in other news, i had the most boring weekend known to man. i really need to find a life. Friday night i feel asleep on the couch before 9. Saturday i was productive all day, then curled up and watched my favorite police/law dramas (Southland= favorite new show and Ben MacKenzie=HOTtie). Then I watched Tina Fey on SNL. I love her, and I love Liz Lemon, but i'm concerned that she always plays middle age woman who can't find a man (liz lemon, the teacher on mean girls whose name i don't know, baby mama? was she single in that one?) , when in reality she's happily (?) married with a child.
regardless, my sad, lonely existence stung a bit more when the "Brownie Husband" sketch came on. Click here to watch it. Basically it's a fake commercial for a product lonely working women can buy and eat at home. A man-size brownie companion. It's HYSTERICAL. and were it to exist in the real world, I'd want one.
it hit very close to home.
3. Regardless of my lonely weekend, I'm proud to say, at least in my opinion, that i'm not quite at "pathetic" yet. borderline desperate, perhaps. but not pathetic.
i've been browsing on okcupid quite extensively and there are some not so much my type guys on there.
take this guy who emailed me saturday night:
His email to me: do u want to chat with me? im bored : (
As bored as i might be on a saturday night, i was most definitely not sending sad faces to people on okcupid.
i might have to start sharing the other particularly bad profiles i come across on here. though i'd hate to think that would happen to me!!
ok cupid is going ok though...for every 100 dorks like above i've found, there's one half decent guy. Currently emailing with 3, but not sure where they will head....perhaps some dates are in my future...
hopefully, cause I can't take another weekend alone with my brownie husband and snl.
ok, time for bed.
love you! comment away!
i can think of no less than 5 things I want to write about tonight, yet at 8:41 on a Monday evening, I can barely even keep my eyes open. yawn. my arms don't want my fingers to type. and my head does not want to organize my thoughts into coherent sentences. so this one might be a bit (more) random (than usual).
so in my world...
1. i have a stock broker. not only do i have a stock broker, but i also have a crush on my stock broker.
it all started like this. Investment guys from various firms come poach at schools in attempts to find teachers to set up accounts with and one day this tall dude stops in my room after school asking if i'd be interested. he was cute. i had no retirement fund set up, so i figured, what the heck. we met one day and set up an 457 (like a 403b which is like a 401k). he was so easy to talk to, and a complete cutie so when he asked to meet again to set up another account with money i've already earned, I jumped on him. or the chance to talk to him again. so he came back and we set things up and he officially became my stock broker. he told me having a stock broker would be excellent for my dating life. i could be out with a guy and i could say, "excuse me, my stock broker is calling" and guys would be turned on by this. i want to know what turns the stock broker on.
he came back the next day to get a check from me, and i dragged him down to my after school program and convinced him to come talk to our money management class SO hopefully i will see him again soon. not that it matters.... i sense he's a bit younger....i worry he's got a girl (facebook stalking revealed a pic of guy who could maybe be him with a cute blonde. maybe sister?)...and i'm sure it's not a good idea to date someone who manages my money.
thoughts?
2. in other news, i had the most boring weekend known to man. i really need to find a life. Friday night i feel asleep on the couch before 9. Saturday i was productive all day, then curled up and watched my favorite police/law dramas (Southland= favorite new show and Ben MacKenzie=HOTtie). Then I watched Tina Fey on SNL. I love her, and I love Liz Lemon, but i'm concerned that she always plays middle age woman who can't find a man (liz lemon, the teacher on mean girls whose name i don't know, baby mama? was she single in that one?) , when in reality she's happily (?) married with a child.
regardless, my sad, lonely existence stung a bit more when the "Brownie Husband" sketch came on. Click here to watch it. Basically it's a fake commercial for a product lonely working women can buy and eat at home. A man-size brownie companion. It's HYSTERICAL. and were it to exist in the real world, I'd want one.
it hit very close to home.
3. Regardless of my lonely weekend, I'm proud to say, at least in my opinion, that i'm not quite at "pathetic" yet. borderline desperate, perhaps. but not pathetic.
i've been browsing on okcupid quite extensively and there are some not so much my type guys on there.
take this guy who emailed me saturday night:
His email to me: do u want to chat with me? im bored : (As bored as i might be on a saturday night, i was most definitely not sending sad faces to people on okcupid.
i might have to start sharing the other particularly bad profiles i come across on here. though i'd hate to think that would happen to me!!
ok cupid is going ok though...for every 100 dorks like above i've found, there's one half decent guy. Currently emailing with 3, but not sure where they will head....perhaps some dates are in my future...
hopefully, cause I can't take another weekend alone with my brownie husband and snl.
ok, time for bed.
love you! comment away!
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
kids say the darnedest things
is it summer yet? after a terribly relaxing and thoroughly enjoyable break, the last two days back have absolutely killed me and i am ready for a permanent break. (cause, yeah, summer's a break...ha) I would've updated sooner, but sunday night was spent on a plane, then in lines, then in rental cars, then finally home in bed after 12....monday night was spent gymming, returning rental cars, taxiing to car dealers, picking up marley jetta, then finally eating dinner and crashing.
so today, i can finally update. it's actually quite good that i had the two day delay in updating, as prior to tonight, i didn't have much material to write about. spring break was fantastic and i was able to see every person in ny that i wanted to see, but nothing boy related fun to report.
but the last two days have been quite humorous. or at least i'm laughing. cause if i didn't, i would cry...
let me start with the giant obvious fact that became especially apparent the last two days: Seventh graders will say whatever is on their minds, regardless of whether it is a nice thing to say. mine, have had an especially bad case of verbal diarrhea.
here's the story...
my co-teacher, who shares a class with me 4 periods of the day, became engaged over the break. yay for her. our third/fourth period class found this very exciting and shrieked when they heard. they asked her all the obvious questions, then the attention turned to me.
"miss, you're jealous, aren't you?"
"miss, why aren't you getting married?"
"miss, why don't you have a boyfriend?"
"miss, have you ever tried eharmony?"
"miss, how old are you?"
"miss, shouldn't you be married?"
"miss, can i nominate you for the show 'what not to wear'?" (apparently the way i dress is one reason why i am alone)
"miss, aren't you lonely?"
they didn't stop!!!! it was like being at a bad family function full of nosy aunts (were my aunts to be nosy, i imagine)
at one point, a small chorus of them started singing, "lonely....why am i so....lonely". how did so many of them even know the tune to this song?
i thought surely the excitement would die down today, but no....it, and the questions, were there again. we're focusing on persuasive writing this month and we did this group project where each group had to convince us, using the persuasive strategies we've taught them, that they deserve the prize we had to offer. most groups were awesome. most mentioned my lack of boy.
"ms g. if you don't give our group the prize, you will be alone for the rest of your life," one wrote.
"ms. g, if our group gets the prize, we'll make sure you find a man," tried another.
don't they realize i am perfectly lonely? i don't need a man...
i guess that's the 7th grade mindset that never quite goes away, huh....must. find. love.
sigh...
that's it for now. time to get lost...
so today, i can finally update. it's actually quite good that i had the two day delay in updating, as prior to tonight, i didn't have much material to write about. spring break was fantastic and i was able to see every person in ny that i wanted to see, but nothing boy related fun to report.
but the last two days have been quite humorous. or at least i'm laughing. cause if i didn't, i would cry...
let me start with the giant obvious fact that became especially apparent the last two days: Seventh graders will say whatever is on their minds, regardless of whether it is a nice thing to say. mine, have had an especially bad case of verbal diarrhea.
here's the story...
my co-teacher, who shares a class with me 4 periods of the day, became engaged over the break. yay for her. our third/fourth period class found this very exciting and shrieked when they heard. they asked her all the obvious questions, then the attention turned to me.
"miss, you're jealous, aren't you?"
"miss, why aren't you getting married?"
"miss, why don't you have a boyfriend?"
"miss, have you ever tried eharmony?"
"miss, how old are you?"
"miss, shouldn't you be married?"
"miss, can i nominate you for the show 'what not to wear'?" (apparently the way i dress is one reason why i am alone)
"miss, aren't you lonely?"
they didn't stop!!!! it was like being at a bad family function full of nosy aunts (were my aunts to be nosy, i imagine)
at one point, a small chorus of them started singing, "lonely....why am i so....lonely". how did so many of them even know the tune to this song?
i thought surely the excitement would die down today, but no....it, and the questions, were there again. we're focusing on persuasive writing this month and we did this group project where each group had to convince us, using the persuasive strategies we've taught them, that they deserve the prize we had to offer. most groups were awesome. most mentioned my lack of boy.
"ms g. if you don't give our group the prize, you will be alone for the rest of your life," one wrote.
"ms. g, if our group gets the prize, we'll make sure you find a man," tried another.
don't they realize i am perfectly lonely? i don't need a man...
i guess that's the 7th grade mindset that never quite goes away, huh....must. find. love.
sigh...
that's it for now. time to get lost...
Sunday, March 28, 2010
spring break 2010
yoyoyo.
look! it's 11:54 pm on a sunday night and not only am i blogging, but I'M STILL AWAKE! that can only mean one thing...no school tomorrow. woohoo spring break. actually I am going into school in the morning to help clean a closet, but that won't require me to be too alert/awake/aware. besides, some old school Grey's Anatomy is on and i've forgotten how good it used to be.
so anyway...
last night i saw the love of my life, mr. john mayer, perform a rockin set at mandalay bay. so he has a potty mouth, and makes funny faces when he sings, but john mayer proves my theory that you can get an only slightly attractive male and throw him on stage with a guitar and he will be instantly hotter. more than his looks, i love the intelligent sense of humor he shows between songs, and of course his songwriting. most of his songs express the unexpressable in just the right ways...
my new favorite is perfectly lonely, as it should be my new motto..."no where to go, nothing to see. a simple little kind of free. nothing to do. no one but me. and that's all i need. I'm perfectly lonely."
and it's lyrics like this that remind me that i don't NEED to be dating and searching so...at times desperately...to find a partner in life. i'm ok by myself. maybe i need to take a break.
then i find myself here...2 days into spring break and not exactly taking the break from dating that i had originally planned. i was actually out earlier this evening with the Set-Up aka The Giant, who I hadn't seen since date 1 with him. we met at a local casino, which was eerily quiet on a Sunday evening and decided to blow some of our savings by gambling. he played some craps while i watched and tried to learn, then we both hit the blackjack table. i am quiet clueless when it comes to blackjack, but held my own, hit blackjack once, 21 twice and left with a whopping $6.50 profit!! lucky day!!!!!! then we sat at the bar and chatted for a bit-- again great conversation, some witty jokes exchanged back and forth but the spark...not quiet there...
so i think i've made a new friend, but i don't see it developing into anything more. he actually reminds me a TON of a certain other male teacher/gambling-loving/travel bugged friend.
and then, i've found an huge new superstore of men to shop for, as i logged on for the first time to okcupid.com. talk about fun! and free! i haven't found anyone spectacular on there yet, but it asks you these random questions and the more questions you answer the better (more accurate) matches you'll receive. it's quite fun, and unlike eharm, you can skip questions if you want. so so far, i find it thoroughly enjoyable, which means i won't be taking a break from the shopping for boys any time too soon either.
well maybe a short break, as i'll be in NY Wed-Sunday but then back in full force after that. and if it doesn't work out, and my shopping trips fail...then i'll just remember that i'm perfectly lonely.
:)
look! it's 11:54 pm on a sunday night and not only am i blogging, but I'M STILL AWAKE! that can only mean one thing...no school tomorrow. woohoo spring break. actually I am going into school in the morning to help clean a closet, but that won't require me to be too alert/awake/aware. besides, some old school Grey's Anatomy is on and i've forgotten how good it used to be.
so anyway...
last night i saw the love of my life, mr. john mayer, perform a rockin set at mandalay bay. so he has a potty mouth, and makes funny faces when he sings, but john mayer proves my theory that you can get an only slightly attractive male and throw him on stage with a guitar and he will be instantly hotter. more than his looks, i love the intelligent sense of humor he shows between songs, and of course his songwriting. most of his songs express the unexpressable in just the right ways...
my new favorite is perfectly lonely, as it should be my new motto..."no where to go, nothing to see. a simple little kind of free. nothing to do. no one but me. and that's all i need. I'm perfectly lonely."
and it's lyrics like this that remind me that i don't NEED to be dating and searching so...at times desperately...to find a partner in life. i'm ok by myself. maybe i need to take a break.
then i find myself here...2 days into spring break and not exactly taking the break from dating that i had originally planned. i was actually out earlier this evening with the Set-Up aka The Giant, who I hadn't seen since date 1 with him. we met at a local casino, which was eerily quiet on a Sunday evening and decided to blow some of our savings by gambling. he played some craps while i watched and tried to learn, then we both hit the blackjack table. i am quiet clueless when it comes to blackjack, but held my own, hit blackjack once, 21 twice and left with a whopping $6.50 profit!! lucky day!!!!!! then we sat at the bar and chatted for a bit-- again great conversation, some witty jokes exchanged back and forth but the spark...not quiet there...
so i think i've made a new friend, but i don't see it developing into anything more. he actually reminds me a TON of a certain other male teacher/gambling-loving/travel bugged friend.
and then, i've found an huge new superstore of men to shop for, as i logged on for the first time to okcupid.com. talk about fun! and free! i haven't found anyone spectacular on there yet, but it asks you these random questions and the more questions you answer the better (more accurate) matches you'll receive. it's quite fun, and unlike eharm, you can skip questions if you want. so so far, i find it thoroughly enjoyable, which means i won't be taking a break from the shopping for boys any time too soon either.
well maybe a short break, as i'll be in NY Wed-Sunday but then back in full force after that. and if it doesn't work out, and my shopping trips fail...then i'll just remember that i'm perfectly lonely.
:)
Sunday, March 21, 2010
bumbumbum..another one bites the dust?
remember how at the end of last week's post I said all i wanted to do the following weekend was be a giant lazy bum.
well all i did this weekend was be a giant lazy bum.
and i'm bored out of my mind!!!!!!! i mean, it's sunday night now and i totally need to go to bed, but i'm disappointed at the lameness of my weekend. i did successfully shop, but otherwise i ate pizza and breadsticks for 3 out of 5 meals (that's what happens when you buy a whole pizza for yourself), spent sat am at school and watched about 25 hours of reality tv on mtv. (total side note: 16 and pregnant is rather poignant television. i don't think i've made it through an episode without crying. in this one episode, the girls "baby daddy" texted her that she was a fat stretched marked mess and to let him know where to sign for that "mistake" they made. instant tears. how heartbreaking. i find myself watching and thinking, gosh i hope that never happens to me. then i remember i'm 29 and it's completely normal for someone of my age to be pregnant. Truelife: I'm a Southern Belle= not as poignant).
As for next weekend...i don't know what to do. I bought John Mayer tickets several months ago, totally psyched to see him here in Vegas and now the concert is next weekend and i'm apparently dateless...
here's my options...
banana man-- our texting continues kinda....tuesday i asked him to give me something to look forward to as i was having an absolutely hectic week and he said sure, but that he wasn't completely over his nasty cold yet. (excuse?) by friday i was done playing and just flat out asked him if he was still sick or just sick of me. his reply-- just a crazy week at work. how are you?....then i got a 1:40 am "are you still up?" text which i ignored until 1:40 the next afternoon when i asked him if we'd catch up over the weekend and at 9:56 pm sunday night he's yet to reply. i think it's safe to say this one's bit the dust. which is fine, cause i don't really have any feelings of fondness for him, but i'm still kinda irked that it's not on my terms.
i really don't like the "non-reply" as a way of ending things. being completely non-confrontational i understand it and would use it myself. it's certainly easier than hearing flat out that you're not wanted, but i think a small part of me is always left wondering...
so that's that.
then there's the set up, who still needs a better name. we texted thursday during the wake game (flattered that he was watching and thinking of me) but we never did get together this weekend and since we're both teachers, i doubt we'll get together this week. i have no idea if he's around next weekend (it's the start of spring break), if he likes John Mayer (or can at least stand him) or if he'd even fit in the seats at a concert venue (he's really tall!!). a concert like jm might be a bit much for a 2nd date. i might throw the feelers out there though...
then i could always through around the idea to the few friends i have out here. asked roommate, she didn't seem so psyched...i can ask around school...i just dunno...it's times like this, that i'm like, what am i doing here? why the f am i in a city where it's so effin impossible to meet people-- friends and date-worthy boys? but then i wonder if i'm done exploring it's possibilities...i'm a giant mess of indecision.
so if all else fails, i might take the ultimate risk of singleness and go to the concert by myself. i am NOT missing it. maybe i could pretend that my friend is in the bathroom the whole time. wow i am lame.
whatever happens, do not let me become that lady i saw driving down the 95 the other day. no joke, on my way to work, roommate and i came across a car with the license plate: katkrazy. and sure enough, driving the car was an large, unkept, depressing looking lady. sure i couldn't tell her marital status from the car, but i wouldn't be surprised if she's single.
at least i am not as desperate as the girls on true life: i'm a southern belle, who were disappointed to be 24 and unmarried.
i think i need a break. next weekend's john, then i'm home for 5 days (march 31-april 4-- be there!) and then i have two months before summer. maybe when i'm back from spring break, i'll resume my boy shopping, but for now, i think i'm on a dating break.
past my bedtime...love you all!
well all i did this weekend was be a giant lazy bum.
and i'm bored out of my mind!!!!!!! i mean, it's sunday night now and i totally need to go to bed, but i'm disappointed at the lameness of my weekend. i did successfully shop, but otherwise i ate pizza and breadsticks for 3 out of 5 meals (that's what happens when you buy a whole pizza for yourself), spent sat am at school and watched about 25 hours of reality tv on mtv. (total side note: 16 and pregnant is rather poignant television. i don't think i've made it through an episode without crying. in this one episode, the girls "baby daddy" texted her that she was a fat stretched marked mess and to let him know where to sign for that "mistake" they made. instant tears. how heartbreaking. i find myself watching and thinking, gosh i hope that never happens to me. then i remember i'm 29 and it's completely normal for someone of my age to be pregnant. Truelife: I'm a Southern Belle= not as poignant).
As for next weekend...i don't know what to do. I bought John Mayer tickets several months ago, totally psyched to see him here in Vegas and now the concert is next weekend and i'm apparently dateless...
here's my options...
banana man-- our texting continues kinda....tuesday i asked him to give me something to look forward to as i was having an absolutely hectic week and he said sure, but that he wasn't completely over his nasty cold yet. (excuse?) by friday i was done playing and just flat out asked him if he was still sick or just sick of me. his reply-- just a crazy week at work. how are you?....then i got a 1:40 am "are you still up?" text which i ignored until 1:40 the next afternoon when i asked him if we'd catch up over the weekend and at 9:56 pm sunday night he's yet to reply. i think it's safe to say this one's bit the dust. which is fine, cause i don't really have any feelings of fondness for him, but i'm still kinda irked that it's not on my terms.
i really don't like the "non-reply" as a way of ending things. being completely non-confrontational i understand it and would use it myself. it's certainly easier than hearing flat out that you're not wanted, but i think a small part of me is always left wondering...
so that's that.
then there's the set up, who still needs a better name. we texted thursday during the wake game (flattered that he was watching and thinking of me) but we never did get together this weekend and since we're both teachers, i doubt we'll get together this week. i have no idea if he's around next weekend (it's the start of spring break), if he likes John Mayer (or can at least stand him) or if he'd even fit in the seats at a concert venue (he's really tall!!). a concert like jm might be a bit much for a 2nd date. i might throw the feelers out there though...
then i could always through around the idea to the few friends i have out here. asked roommate, she didn't seem so psyched...i can ask around school...i just dunno...it's times like this, that i'm like, what am i doing here? why the f am i in a city where it's so effin impossible to meet people-- friends and date-worthy boys? but then i wonder if i'm done exploring it's possibilities...i'm a giant mess of indecision.
so if all else fails, i might take the ultimate risk of singleness and go to the concert by myself. i am NOT missing it. maybe i could pretend that my friend is in the bathroom the whole time. wow i am lame.
whatever happens, do not let me become that lady i saw driving down the 95 the other day. no joke, on my way to work, roommate and i came across a car with the license plate: katkrazy. and sure enough, driving the car was an large, unkept, depressing looking lady. sure i couldn't tell her marital status from the car, but i wouldn't be surprised if she's single.
at least i am not as desperate as the girls on true life: i'm a southern belle, who were disappointed to be 24 and unmarried.
i think i need a break. next weekend's john, then i'm home for 5 days (march 31-april 4-- be there!) and then i have two months before summer. maybe when i'm back from spring break, i'll resume my boy shopping, but for now, i think i'm on a dating break.
past my bedtime...love you all!
Monday, March 15, 2010
well i dunno
Apologies to Ms. Calder and any other readers who eagerly logged in monday morning to see my sunday night update and were disappointed to find none. i admit, i was being lazy. and i had no idea my followers were so loyal. but here i am now :)
my tummy hurts as i just ate a huge piece of lemon cake with a whipped cream and raspberries. yumyum (free baking tip of the week: get any boxed cake mix. add 1 can of diet/zero cal. soda and nothing else. bake. enjoy low cal cake. lemon cake + sprite= yumo)
today was a particularly manic monday followed by another up and down again kinda week and weekend. i just can't figure out what i'm feeling but i wonder now if that even matters...
here's the sitch:
when last we met, banana man said the "action" wasn't the "whole story" and we both pledged to hang out early last week. monday comes and goes, until late-ish monday night he texts wanting to hang out. the dude does not understand that a 5am alarm and a late night unplanned "hang out" session do not mix. so i promised to hang out tuesday.
Tuesday comes and i have dinner plans with stacy and her boy and he chooses not to join us, but i had a bag and headed over to his place after dinner. it was easily 10:45 by the time i got there, a good 45 mins past my bed time. he was feeling sick and was in pajamas and i literally got into bed with him, watched an episode of seinfeld, fooled around for about 10 mins before we both fell asleep.
and that was our tuesday date.
the rest of the week came and went without any plans made between us, which was fine, cause the set up and i were meeting for the first time on friday (more on that in .2).
sure enough, 15 mins into my date with the set up, i get a text from banana man asking the usual, "what's up girl?'. obviously i don't reply til 2 hrs later when i hit the bathroom. and obviously i don't tell him i'm on a date, but i see what he's up to.
the set up ends around 10:45 and we part ways and banana man hasn't replied to my text so i head home, eat some tots and throw on pjs. not 2 mins after washing my face does banana man reply. he's at a bar on my side of town. tells me to come out.
i toss the idea back and forth in my head...i'm pooped. but i want to see him. even if it is a lame booty call. but he is all the way up on my side of town. so i throw my clothes back on and head back out.
i walk into the crowded karaoke dive bar and barely find him at a table with some other guys, which i meet, and i assume he works with (though i can't be sure). one guy is really nice and tries to engage me in conversation but it's ridiculously loud in there i can barely hear. banana man's flirty at first, but then barely talks and before i know it, he's leaning back and complaining of a wicked headache. so roughly 20 minutes after hauling my ass out, he decides he wants to go.
we all head out together and i'm parked right near him and i get a hug, ask when i can see him again and he says soon and i tell him to feel better and that's it.
lame.
saturday afternoon i text him to see how he's feeling.
no answer.
saturday night i head out with my roommates. i drink a bit and text him again. no answer.
in a final fit of desperation which i wish i hadn't been feeling, i text him one last time, sunday night, 8pm saying that i was equally worried and disappointed that i hadn't heard back from him.
he replies, 'oh sorry. drank too much last night and slept all day'. i reply that that was my day too, and that was that.
so now what?
i know that he is not at all right for me. i know that i want and deserve more in anything that could be considered a relationship. i wanted to have the conversation that i was done being his booty call (really dont even like the words booty call. is there a better name for it?). but really kinda like the carefree release of inhibitions i feel about the whole thing. really would rather the fun not stop. and most importantly, if it is to stop, i want it to stop on my terms, not because he just stops texting.
so no idea what, if any, future there will be with banana man.
sigh...
but then there's the set up...
to sum my thoughts on the set up, i'd say were i to clone the personality of the set up, with a little of his height and build, with banana man's overall looks and confidence, i'd be in love.
some background: the set up taught my friend's son in 5th grade and for some reason she's kept in touch with him. knowing my plight of singledom, she thought we'd hit it off. i was up for anything. he was apparently reluctant and was very slow to make the plans with me. but finally friday night we decided to meet up at buffalo wild wings.
i had absolutely no clue what he looked like, other than that he was tall. this was a completely blind date. i show up though and he's not bad looking- little bigger, full head of hair, button down shirt...definitely a dorkier vibe that is more down to earth than anything else. we immediately talk about basketball, as the unlv game was just beginning. right off the bat, he confesses he's a unc fan, but i let that slide since we can share a hatred for Duke.
we talk school (many of his 5th grade students come to my middle school)...we talk sports (he HATES the cowboys. plus for him!) then we talk...camp! he worked at a camp in new york for 8 years and we compared camp war stories left and right. it is so impossible to describe camp to anyone that has never been. but he knew exactly what i was talking about. it was refreshing.
the conversation is pretty steady all night and his excitement for the unlv game was endearing. i am slightly concerned that he only drank diet coke all night, while i chugged down a tall beer over the course of an hour.
at the end of the game we headed out and it was definitely more of a friendly good bye (side arm hug) than romantic and i decide that overall it was definitely a more friendly than flirty date but that's ok.
Sunday night...as i texted banana man, the set up texted me and told me he had fun and wanted to hang again. if nothing else, i've definitely made a friend and i guess we can see if butterflies grow...
so that's the story.
i'm pooped and it's only monday and quite honestly, i'd be quite content with absolutely no plans this coming weekend. remind me of this next sat night if i call you bored.
ok. time for bed.
love you!
my tummy hurts as i just ate a huge piece of lemon cake with a whipped cream and raspberries. yumyum (free baking tip of the week: get any boxed cake mix. add 1 can of diet/zero cal. soda and nothing else. bake. enjoy low cal cake. lemon cake + sprite= yumo)
today was a particularly manic monday followed by another up and down again kinda week and weekend. i just can't figure out what i'm feeling but i wonder now if that even matters...
here's the sitch:
when last we met, banana man said the "action" wasn't the "whole story" and we both pledged to hang out early last week. monday comes and goes, until late-ish monday night he texts wanting to hang out. the dude does not understand that a 5am alarm and a late night unplanned "hang out" session do not mix. so i promised to hang out tuesday.
Tuesday comes and i have dinner plans with stacy and her boy and he chooses not to join us, but i had a bag and headed over to his place after dinner. it was easily 10:45 by the time i got there, a good 45 mins past my bed time. he was feeling sick and was in pajamas and i literally got into bed with him, watched an episode of seinfeld, fooled around for about 10 mins before we both fell asleep.
and that was our tuesday date.
the rest of the week came and went without any plans made between us, which was fine, cause the set up and i were meeting for the first time on friday (more on that in .2).
sure enough, 15 mins into my date with the set up, i get a text from banana man asking the usual, "what's up girl?'. obviously i don't reply til 2 hrs later when i hit the bathroom. and obviously i don't tell him i'm on a date, but i see what he's up to.
the set up ends around 10:45 and we part ways and banana man hasn't replied to my text so i head home, eat some tots and throw on pjs. not 2 mins after washing my face does banana man reply. he's at a bar on my side of town. tells me to come out.
i toss the idea back and forth in my head...i'm pooped. but i want to see him. even if it is a lame booty call. but he is all the way up on my side of town. so i throw my clothes back on and head back out.
i walk into the crowded karaoke dive bar and barely find him at a table with some other guys, which i meet, and i assume he works with (though i can't be sure). one guy is really nice and tries to engage me in conversation but it's ridiculously loud in there i can barely hear. banana man's flirty at first, but then barely talks and before i know it, he's leaning back and complaining of a wicked headache. so roughly 20 minutes after hauling my ass out, he decides he wants to go.
we all head out together and i'm parked right near him and i get a hug, ask when i can see him again and he says soon and i tell him to feel better and that's it.
lame.
saturday afternoon i text him to see how he's feeling.
no answer.
saturday night i head out with my roommates. i drink a bit and text him again. no answer.
in a final fit of desperation which i wish i hadn't been feeling, i text him one last time, sunday night, 8pm saying that i was equally worried and disappointed that i hadn't heard back from him.
he replies, 'oh sorry. drank too much last night and slept all day'. i reply that that was my day too, and that was that.
so now what?
i know that he is not at all right for me. i know that i want and deserve more in anything that could be considered a relationship. i wanted to have the conversation that i was done being his booty call (really dont even like the words booty call. is there a better name for it?). but really kinda like the carefree release of inhibitions i feel about the whole thing. really would rather the fun not stop. and most importantly, if it is to stop, i want it to stop on my terms, not because he just stops texting.
so no idea what, if any, future there will be with banana man.
sigh...
but then there's the set up...
to sum my thoughts on the set up, i'd say were i to clone the personality of the set up, with a little of his height and build, with banana man's overall looks and confidence, i'd be in love.
some background: the set up taught my friend's son in 5th grade and for some reason she's kept in touch with him. knowing my plight of singledom, she thought we'd hit it off. i was up for anything. he was apparently reluctant and was very slow to make the plans with me. but finally friday night we decided to meet up at buffalo wild wings.
i had absolutely no clue what he looked like, other than that he was tall. this was a completely blind date. i show up though and he's not bad looking- little bigger, full head of hair, button down shirt...definitely a dorkier vibe that is more down to earth than anything else. we immediately talk about basketball, as the unlv game was just beginning. right off the bat, he confesses he's a unc fan, but i let that slide since we can share a hatred for Duke.
we talk school (many of his 5th grade students come to my middle school)...we talk sports (he HATES the cowboys. plus for him!) then we talk...camp! he worked at a camp in new york for 8 years and we compared camp war stories left and right. it is so impossible to describe camp to anyone that has never been. but he knew exactly what i was talking about. it was refreshing.
the conversation is pretty steady all night and his excitement for the unlv game was endearing. i am slightly concerned that he only drank diet coke all night, while i chugged down a tall beer over the course of an hour.
at the end of the game we headed out and it was definitely more of a friendly good bye (side arm hug) than romantic and i decide that overall it was definitely a more friendly than flirty date but that's ok.
Sunday night...as i texted banana man, the set up texted me and told me he had fun and wanted to hang again. if nothing else, i've definitely made a friend and i guess we can see if butterflies grow...
so that's the story.
i'm pooped and it's only monday and quite honestly, i'd be quite content with absolutely no plans this coming weekend. remind me of this next sat night if i call you bored.
ok. time for bed.
love you!
Monday, March 8, 2010
staycation all i ever wanted
sorry for the delay in my updating. i am home "sick" today after a crazy staycation* weekend with my mom, aunt kathie and stacy. (*staycation is what you call it around here-- acting like a tourist on the strip when you actually live 25 minutes away). I feel so relaxed and had a most fabulous weekend....friday night I showed them my favorite local scene: Town Square- a huge outdoor shopping mall full of bars and restaurants and where all of my latest dates have taken place. we hit a wine bar which I am going to add to my list of date places, then pete's dueling piano's, where I first made out with banana man. i was half afraid that i'd run into former dates while out, but i was safe...
Saturday we went to Red Rock Canyon for a scenic drive and I decided that I want to go on a hiking or biking date (the latter would require that i maybe get a bike.) Then we found our way to our AMAZING rooms at Venetian and Palazzo. This were rooms fit for some major partying-- huge beds, sunken living rooms with wrap around couches. bathrooms with huge tubs and plasma tvs inside. absolute heaven. of course, we didn't spend much time in the rooms and got all dressed up to head to dinner and cirque du soleil. i wore my red heels. stacy saw some dude walk past and blatantly check me out, to which i replied-- DUH!
haha.
after an evening on the town, I had one major observation to report: girls out there have mean friends. I cannot tell you how many AWFUL AWFUL outfits most girls were donning. now i am by no means a fashion maven. but i like to think that i look half decent. at the very least, my clothes fit! these girls out there were wearing the most teeny tiny dresses that were skin tight. some could pull it off, but still...if i wanted to see a vajayjay, i'd go to a strip club. i don't. it's gross. so, stacy and i could only conclude that these girls must not have nice friends if their friends are letting them wear such things in public.
please friends...i beg you...if i look bad....tell me.
Sunday morning Stacy went on her merry way to reunite with the boyf, while the fam and I toured the strip and saw Jersey Boys (SO GOOD!!!!!!!!). This morning, I dropped mom and aunt kathie to the airport and returned to the room to take a bubble bath since i had a few hours to kill before checkout. most fabulous sick day ever.
so that was my weekend and while i'm sure you're entertained, i know you want me to get to the good stuff...
Banana Man Update:
Being tired of the booty thing, I proposed we grab dinner one night, but it never happened. We were in touch all week, but our schedules were conflicting...
Thursday night things got interesting. Here's a recap of the texting that went on:
Him ~11 PM: Ive had a crazy week, what are you doing?
Me: umm...sleeping?
Him: want to come over?
Me (thinking...I'm so not making a booty call): You need to work on your timing. too late for me to go anywhere.
Him: my weekend is fucked I am running a race saturday (I read as: if you want to hang, we need to hang now cause i'm too busy this weekend for you)
Me: my weekend is busy too with mom in town, so sorry. it will have to wait.
Him: "Shit. I want you to know that I really do like you. i wish i could see you before that..." (direct quote. i read as...please please please i want some ass)
Me: Sorry. you can meet up with me this weekend if you want, but you're not getting any action and I know that's all you want.
Him: "Those things are fun, but that's not the whole story."
Me: I would hope not. Let's hang early next week instead.
Him: OK, Let's do that.
...then we exchanged flirty texts all weekend. he almost came out and met Stacy and I late night saturday but we both decided we were tired.
SOOOOO...I was so not feeling the late night booty call text, but it seems like he realizes that's not what I'm after and is cool with that. I'm holding on that we can have a normal date in the not too distant future. I want to hear what this so-called "whole story" is. I'm not done getting to know him and I don't feel like he knows me at all, so hopefully this "whole story" can be explored some more...who knows. not me.
in other news, I've been emailing a teacher that my coworker is setting me up with. "The Set-Up", as I will now call him, asked to go out this coming weekend. no idea what he looks like or what he's like so no details yet, but i'll let you know when I know.
ok. time to burn off the excess of the weekend at the gym...this might be painful.
later tater.
LmG
Saturday we went to Red Rock Canyon for a scenic drive and I decided that I want to go on a hiking or biking date (the latter would require that i maybe get a bike.) Then we found our way to our AMAZING rooms at Venetian and Palazzo. This were rooms fit for some major partying-- huge beds, sunken living rooms with wrap around couches. bathrooms with huge tubs and plasma tvs inside. absolute heaven. of course, we didn't spend much time in the rooms and got all dressed up to head to dinner and cirque du soleil. i wore my red heels. stacy saw some dude walk past and blatantly check me out, to which i replied-- DUH!
haha.
after an evening on the town, I had one major observation to report: girls out there have mean friends. I cannot tell you how many AWFUL AWFUL outfits most girls were donning. now i am by no means a fashion maven. but i like to think that i look half decent. at the very least, my clothes fit! these girls out there were wearing the most teeny tiny dresses that were skin tight. some could pull it off, but still...if i wanted to see a vajayjay, i'd go to a strip club. i don't. it's gross. so, stacy and i could only conclude that these girls must not have nice friends if their friends are letting them wear such things in public.
please friends...i beg you...if i look bad....tell me.
Sunday morning Stacy went on her merry way to reunite with the boyf, while the fam and I toured the strip and saw Jersey Boys (SO GOOD!!!!!!!!). This morning, I dropped mom and aunt kathie to the airport and returned to the room to take a bubble bath since i had a few hours to kill before checkout. most fabulous sick day ever.
so that was my weekend and while i'm sure you're entertained, i know you want me to get to the good stuff...
Banana Man Update:
Being tired of the booty thing, I proposed we grab dinner one night, but it never happened. We were in touch all week, but our schedules were conflicting...
Thursday night things got interesting. Here's a recap of the texting that went on:
Him ~11 PM: Ive had a crazy week, what are you doing?
Me: umm...sleeping?
Him: want to come over?
Me (thinking...I'm so not making a booty call): You need to work on your timing. too late for me to go anywhere.
Him: my weekend is fucked I am running a race saturday (I read as: if you want to hang, we need to hang now cause i'm too busy this weekend for you)
Me: my weekend is busy too with mom in town, so sorry. it will have to wait.
Him: "Shit. I want you to know that I really do like you. i wish i could see you before that..." (direct quote. i read as...please please please i want some ass)
Me: Sorry. you can meet up with me this weekend if you want, but you're not getting any action and I know that's all you want.
Him: "Those things are fun, but that's not the whole story."
Me: I would hope not. Let's hang early next week instead.
Him: OK, Let's do that.
...then we exchanged flirty texts all weekend. he almost came out and met Stacy and I late night saturday but we both decided we were tired.
SOOOOO...I was so not feeling the late night booty call text, but it seems like he realizes that's not what I'm after and is cool with that. I'm holding on that we can have a normal date in the not too distant future. I want to hear what this so-called "whole story" is. I'm not done getting to know him and I don't feel like he knows me at all, so hopefully this "whole story" can be explored some more...who knows. not me.
in other news, I've been emailing a teacher that my coworker is setting me up with. "The Set-Up", as I will now call him, asked to go out this coming weekend. no idea what he looks like or what he's like so no details yet, but i'll let you know when I know.
ok. time to burn off the excess of the weekend at the gym...this might be painful.
later tater.
LmG
Sunday, March 7, 2010
Sunday, February 28, 2010
to booty or not to booty
ok i should have made a few updates through the week cause it was a crazy one and my feelings have been rollercoaster-y all week. not in a dramatic way, just in a "i can't figure out what i am feeling" way.
i've seen banana man now a total of 3 times. that's 2 more dates since the lucky #7, and the mere fact that i've had two more dates with him obviously says that things are progressing nicely. he has many awesome qualities that i'm looking for-- intelligent, funny/ able to roll with my jokes, taller than I am in heels, full head of hair, stable job in a reasonably respectable field etc.
then he has all these qualities that i never thought i'd find attractive...but i do...
he's from iowa. since when do i see people from iowa?
he has a motorcycle.
he drives a pick up and listens to country music in said pick up.
he's hardcore about getting fit and ran a 5k the other day. i barely make it to the gym on my training days. i couldn't run if i were chased.
so it's these things that make me think....this guy's into ME?
but two dates and two sleepovers later, i think he is.
so here's the problem. i'm not sure either of those two additional dates count as well...dates. Tuesday was more so than friday. Tuesday banana man came over for dinner. i made a bbq chicken pizza and salad with a homemade vinegarette. he brought a bottle of wine, which we finished in about 5 minutes flat. we talked and laughed and then we had ourselves a little sleep over. he had a bag in his car. he came prepared. presumptuous or prepared? you decide. i can't.
Friday night he came over again, this time later at night, and fully prepared for a sleepover, since he was running a race near my house Saturday morning. if anything it was a matter of convenience more than a matter of wanting to see me. we hung out for maybe an hour before heading to bed. not exactly an exciting date.
and so, i find myself wondering if I've thrown myself into this whole "hook-up buddy" situation, as opposed to the potential for something real. i'm ok with what's happened thus far, and have no regrets, but I would like some woo-ing. i want a dinner date at a nice restaurant. or a movie night. i have a list a mile long of things i want to do with someone and most of these things are outside my bedroom.
so...i dunno....not worried yet. one week into this, there's obviously no labels yet, but i'm going to be cautious this week with the directions things go. My mom and aunt and Stacy all come to town next weekend and since we're OBVIOUSLY not at the meet my mom phase (mom doesn't know this guy exists yet and i prefer that), banana man and I will have a hiatus on our sleepovers.
i'm also not closing off options....a co-worker has given my email address to a dude she knows and he's emailed me...
and GET THIS! Dull dude emailed me the other day...4 weeks after our dull date. his whole dull email: "Apologies! I've been away for work. You were a good bowler."
no, no i wasn't.
delete.
so that's the whole update. sorry i am not so eloquent tonight...had a long day in the sun at Nascar. who am i?
bed time!
Love you! leave me love!
Lisa
i've seen banana man now a total of 3 times. that's 2 more dates since the lucky #7, and the mere fact that i've had two more dates with him obviously says that things are progressing nicely. he has many awesome qualities that i'm looking for-- intelligent, funny/ able to roll with my jokes, taller than I am in heels, full head of hair, stable job in a reasonably respectable field etc.
then he has all these qualities that i never thought i'd find attractive...but i do...
he's from iowa. since when do i see people from iowa?
he has a motorcycle.
he drives a pick up and listens to country music in said pick up.
he's hardcore about getting fit and ran a 5k the other day. i barely make it to the gym on my training days. i couldn't run if i were chased.
so it's these things that make me think....this guy's into ME?
but two dates and two sleepovers later, i think he is.
so here's the problem. i'm not sure either of those two additional dates count as well...dates. Tuesday was more so than friday. Tuesday banana man came over for dinner. i made a bbq chicken pizza and salad with a homemade vinegarette. he brought a bottle of wine, which we finished in about 5 minutes flat. we talked and laughed and then we had ourselves a little sleep over. he had a bag in his car. he came prepared. presumptuous or prepared? you decide. i can't.
Friday night he came over again, this time later at night, and fully prepared for a sleepover, since he was running a race near my house Saturday morning. if anything it was a matter of convenience more than a matter of wanting to see me. we hung out for maybe an hour before heading to bed. not exactly an exciting date.
and so, i find myself wondering if I've thrown myself into this whole "hook-up buddy" situation, as opposed to the potential for something real. i'm ok with what's happened thus far, and have no regrets, but I would like some woo-ing. i want a dinner date at a nice restaurant. or a movie night. i have a list a mile long of things i want to do with someone and most of these things are outside my bedroom.
so...i dunno....not worried yet. one week into this, there's obviously no labels yet, but i'm going to be cautious this week with the directions things go. My mom and aunt and Stacy all come to town next weekend and since we're OBVIOUSLY not at the meet my mom phase (mom doesn't know this guy exists yet and i prefer that), banana man and I will have a hiatus on our sleepovers.
i'm also not closing off options....a co-worker has given my email address to a dude she knows and he's emailed me...
and GET THIS! Dull dude emailed me the other day...4 weeks after our dull date. his whole dull email: "Apologies! I've been away for work. You were a good bowler."
no, no i wasn't.
delete.
so that's the whole update. sorry i am not so eloquent tonight...had a long day in the sun at Nascar. who am i?
bed time!
Love you! leave me love!
Lisa
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Lucky #7
So my last two posts definitely had a twinge of negativity. I'd had six dates since my resolution to 'date vegas' and write about it and any hope of things becoming 'something' with those three boys was nonexistent. and the prospects the internet was guiding me to were dim and depressing...
then came banana man and date #7. lucky #7.
let me back up...
first there was cali dude. i don't know what happened to cali dude. he texted me on monday as I was getting ready for bed (at 9pm) and all he said was "ok, goodnight." then never followed through on the whole, let's get together this week. i guess i didn't follow through either, so i just let him slip away. oh well.
i did make it to open communication with two guys on eharmony. one wanted me to call him right away, and when i told him to email me first, he wrote from an aol.com account (ok, i shouldn't hold that against a guy, but seriously. who uses aol these days?) and he sent the same email twice.
and he couldn't write for crap. deal breaker. here's a sampling:
Hello Lisa
How are you Lisa? Hope you had a great weekend. How's was your Valentine's Day? I'm originally from NJ, but for the past 5 years have spend most of the winters in AZ, Nevada, and Colorado. Being a landlord and I put together commercial land leases allows me to travel and have some flexible time to spend time doing thing I enjoy.
i could give this email to my 7th graders to edit in their daily oral language.
it goes on to list the random things he likes to do and what he's looking for and blahblahblah. then he signed it, "Always".
ummm no. not always. try never. delete.
and it's actions like this...non responses, copying emails to my friends and mocking these poor guys behind their backs that makes me think, maybe karma is out to get me. that's why i am not meeting anyone...
then came banana man.
so on tuesday i get this match.com email from a guy wearing a banana costume in his profile. wtf. but beneath that banana he looked kinda cute. the rest of his pics were cute too...and his email was short, sweet, witty and random. it began with, "aren't you cute." me? cute? ok, i'm listening. it ended with, "do you like guacamole?"
so I reply and we email random emails back and forth all week, until he tells me to text my response, and then we text back and forth until he asks me out for saturday night. he's very forward about it. no, "hey would you like to go out sometime." just, "are you free for drinks sat. night 8pm?"
so...
Saturday night comes, and we meet at bar Louie, which incidentally, is the same place where I had drinks with the professor after dinner a few weeks before. my dates are all at the same places. one day i'm going to run into someone i dated on a new date.
i get there and he's cute. solidly built, neat light colored hair, dark eyes, total babyface, cause, oh yeah, he's 26. so i'm a bit older.
but things go great. we're talking non stop and even approaching some typically taboo first date topics-- the bad stuff we see in our jobs (oh yeah, he's a lawyer. family court)...weight loss...the vegas (lack of) dating scene...etc and he even points this out and how easy it is to talk to me. and so i'm hoping he's feeling me as much as i'm feeling him, then, right there in mid sentence, he kisses me.
so i guess that settles that one.
we get bored with the scene at bar Louie and decide to try out another place..making out along the way...finally, we end up at Pete's dueling piano bar. totally fun place btw. anyone who comes to visit me (nudge nudge) will find themselves here. we drink. we sing. we drink. we kiss. before i know it it's 2 something. the time has come...i don't want to go home...BUT its only the first date and i explain this to him and he's cool. then he says, "I wouldn't have slept with you anyway. at least not on the first date."
sigh and heart patter patter.
i weigh the pros and cons in my head...go home with him? go home alone? with him? alone?
is it really that bad to go home with someone on the first date? i decide no. i shaved my legs for a reason. i was wearing cute panties for a reason. who cares if it's date one. there's chemistry. just do it.
well, not IT but just have fun. that is my motto after all.
so when i get in his car to drive me to mine, and he misses the turn for my parking garage and turns on the main road towards his house instead, i don't say anything.
and what happens in vegas. stays in vegas.
I will say that he stuck by his earlier claim and he did not even try to go further than necessary.
by 10AM we both agreed that it was an all around good first date.
we stopped for a subway lunch on the way back to my abandoned car and finally, at 12:30, I was home.
we don't have definite plans to hang again, but i'm not too worried about it. i am quite certain that it's a matter of WHEN and not IF.
i better not be wrong.
so that is the tale of Banana man. and my 7th date of the new year.
and i'm spent.
totally time for bed...
hopefully there'll be more fun updates in the future!
then came banana man and date #7. lucky #7.
let me back up...
first there was cali dude. i don't know what happened to cali dude. he texted me on monday as I was getting ready for bed (at 9pm) and all he said was "ok, goodnight." then never followed through on the whole, let's get together this week. i guess i didn't follow through either, so i just let him slip away. oh well.
i did make it to open communication with two guys on eharmony. one wanted me to call him right away, and when i told him to email me first, he wrote from an aol.com account (ok, i shouldn't hold that against a guy, but seriously. who uses aol these days?) and he sent the same email twice.
and he couldn't write for crap. deal breaker. here's a sampling:
Hello Lisa
How are you Lisa? Hope you had a great weekend. How's was your Valentine's Day? I'm originally from NJ, but for the past 5 years have spend most of the winters in AZ, Nevada, and Colorado. Being a landlord and I put together commercial land leases allows me to travel and have some flexible time to spend time doing thing I enjoy.
i could give this email to my 7th graders to edit in their daily oral language.
it goes on to list the random things he likes to do and what he's looking for and blahblahblah. then he signed it, "Always".
ummm no. not always. try never. delete.
and it's actions like this...non responses, copying emails to my friends and mocking these poor guys behind their backs that makes me think, maybe karma is out to get me. that's why i am not meeting anyone...
then came banana man.
so on tuesday i get this match.com email from a guy wearing a banana costume in his profile. wtf. but beneath that banana he looked kinda cute. the rest of his pics were cute too...and his email was short, sweet, witty and random. it began with, "aren't you cute." me? cute? ok, i'm listening. it ended with, "do you like guacamole?"
so I reply and we email random emails back and forth all week, until he tells me to text my response, and then we text back and forth until he asks me out for saturday night. he's very forward about it. no, "hey would you like to go out sometime." just, "are you free for drinks sat. night 8pm?"
so...
Saturday night comes, and we meet at bar Louie, which incidentally, is the same place where I had drinks with the professor after dinner a few weeks before. my dates are all at the same places. one day i'm going to run into someone i dated on a new date.
i get there and he's cute. solidly built, neat light colored hair, dark eyes, total babyface, cause, oh yeah, he's 26. so i'm a bit older.
but things go great. we're talking non stop and even approaching some typically taboo first date topics-- the bad stuff we see in our jobs (oh yeah, he's a lawyer. family court)...weight loss...the vegas (lack of) dating scene...etc and he even points this out and how easy it is to talk to me. and so i'm hoping he's feeling me as much as i'm feeling him, then, right there in mid sentence, he kisses me.
so i guess that settles that one.
we get bored with the scene at bar Louie and decide to try out another place..making out along the way...finally, we end up at Pete's dueling piano bar. totally fun place btw. anyone who comes to visit me (nudge nudge) will find themselves here. we drink. we sing. we drink. we kiss. before i know it it's 2 something. the time has come...i don't want to go home...BUT its only the first date and i explain this to him and he's cool. then he says, "I wouldn't have slept with you anyway. at least not on the first date."
sigh and heart patter patter.
i weigh the pros and cons in my head...go home with him? go home alone? with him? alone?
is it really that bad to go home with someone on the first date? i decide no. i shaved my legs for a reason. i was wearing cute panties for a reason. who cares if it's date one. there's chemistry. just do it.
well, not IT but just have fun. that is my motto after all.
so when i get in his car to drive me to mine, and he misses the turn for my parking garage and turns on the main road towards his house instead, i don't say anything.
and what happens in vegas. stays in vegas.
I will say that he stuck by his earlier claim and he did not even try to go further than necessary.
by 10AM we both agreed that it was an all around good first date.
we stopped for a subway lunch on the way back to my abandoned car and finally, at 12:30, I was home.
we don't have definite plans to hang again, but i'm not too worried about it. i am quite certain that it's a matter of WHEN and not IF.
i better not be wrong.
so that is the tale of Banana man. and my 7th date of the new year.
and i'm spent.
totally time for bed...
hopefully there'll be more fun updates in the future!
Monday, February 15, 2010
further proof of the shallow pond...
this guy emailed me today:
I LOKIN FOR GF I NEW TO SITE I LIKE PLAYING POOL I LIKE TO SWIM I LIVE WITH MOM AND DAD
I NEED A WOMEN IM CUTE CARING HONEST IM SEXY HOT IM LOOKING FOR FRIENDS IM LIKE SEEING MOVIES I NEW TO SITE SOMEONE THATS LIKES TO HAVE A CANDEL NIGHT DINNNR
for fun:
I LIKE TO GO TO DINNER AND TALK I LOKING FOR GF
my ethnicity:
LOOKING A GF
my religion:
GOD IN MY HEART
my education:
I NEED A GF
favorite hot spots:
MOUNTINS HOME TV MY ROOM
favorite things:
DUES OF HAZZARD
last read:
BIBEL
my pets:
PIT BLOW
i really really really really really really really really really really hope either:
1. someone created this profile as a joke. perhaps to get back at someone who was mean.
2. this person has a documented mental deficiency.
I LOKIN FOR GF I NEW TO SITE I LIKE PLAYING POOL I LIKE TO SWIM I LIVE WITH MOM AND DAD
I NEED A WOMEN IM CUTE CARING HONEST IM SEXY HOT IM LOOKING FOR FRIENDS IM LIKE SEEING MOVIES I NEW TO SITE SOMEONE THATS LIKES TO HAVE A CANDEL NIGHT DINNNR
for fun:
I LIKE TO GO TO DINNER AND TALK I LOKING FOR GF
my ethnicity:
LOOKING A GF
my religion:
GOD IN MY HEART
my education:
I NEED A GF
favorite hot spots:
MOUNTINS HOME TV MY ROOM
favorite things:
DUES OF HAZZARD
last read:
BIBEL
my pets:
PIT BLOW
i really really really really really really really really really really hope either:
1. someone created this profile as a joke. perhaps to get back at someone who was mean.
2. this person has a documented mental deficiency.
Sunday, February 14, 2010
My Valentine...
Valentine's Day 2010:
-sleep in, after dreaming about a strange speed dating-type event with college roomies (that's you jamie and kt) and super hot boys in my late grandmother's condominium. then we were all making out in a hot tub. well, not all of us. just the girls, making out with the guys. it was a good dream.
-laze around on the couch...make coffee...make eggs...watch bad tv...
-pull myself together, get dressed, wear flip flops! and head out on errands in the beautiful sunshine with the sunroof open and windows down.
-buy self flowers (gerbera daisies) at costco.
-buy self a bottle of mint bailey's at the supermarket.
-return home, bake chocolate-peanut butter chip/oatmeal cookies. yumyum
-make self and eat gourmet meal of cajun chicken pasta and a big glass of red wine. eat at dining room table. alone.
-take a bubble bath while finishing big glass o'wine.
-eat some cookies and drink my baileys whist watching olympics/ john mayer storytellers on palladium (despite his potty mouth i heart him.)
-and now here, write to my people who are on the edge of their seats in wonder at my love life.
i refuse to feel sorry for myself and it was a very nice day overall. it just would have been nicer to share even a tiny piece of it with someone else. i spent the entire day, sans the few hours at costco and smith's completely alone. i could probably count on one hand the number of words i spoke today. that's weird. and it's moment's like this that make me wonder just what the fuck i am doing here.
i don't need to be in love on valentine's day. but it would be nice to be with another human being.
alas, it's me, baileys and the tv tonight.
ok, for real though, i am content.
here's the update...
the prof is very much out of the picture. i never did email or call him regarding what i might have done wrong. his birthday was thursday though, so i sent a bday text and told him to let me know if he wanted to get a bday drink or ten sometime soon. and all he replied with was, "i'll let you know." not even a thanks for the bday wishes.
how rude, i say.
really didn't like the short balding dude all that much anyway.
there are a few prospects on the horizon i suppose...
i've started emailing via match.com with a dude i will dub cali-dude. cali-dude is from san diego but lived in boston the last 4 years. he's into college bball which is fun and lives right nearby and we hang at some of the same places (that is, were i to hang somewhere, i would choose the same place he chooses). anyway, we exchanged about 4 emails each in a span of 12 hours and he already asked to meet for drinks this week, which works for me i suppose. what do i have to lose, right?
on the eharmony train, i've been navigating the communication stages with two guys but since we're not at "open communication" yet i don't have any cutesy nicknames for them, or any idea of what they are really like.
yet with every bit of potential out there, there are 20 more that remind me how shallow a pond i am fishing in. for example:
i received a match email that did not include a single punctuation mark. deal breaker. his profile is a string of run-on sentences that make no sense. here's a sampling: "I enjoy hiking playing pool traveling I like many things and I like to have good conversations will be honest with you I am not really in to iming people or writing long emails. I think a email is let's say not as personal as a hand written letter or iming is not as personal as talking on the phone."
my guess is he doesn't like emails cause he cannot write to save his life. the next 3 paragraphs of his profile detail how he prefers to have a "Conversation" (with a capital C) on the phone.
there's also a dude on match whose screen name is "iamnotascaryguy". deal breaker. the fact that you need to declare this, IN YOUR SCREEN NAME, leads me to believe that yes, yes you are a scary guy.
"Lonelydad9360". you are 40. why are you looking at my profile? lonely. dad.40=dealbreaker.
there has to be one good fish is this pond...right?
maybe by Valentine's day 2011 I will not be fishing any more and will be making gourmet meals and cookies for someone yummy. or maybe i'll just keep lovin' myself. that works too. :)
ok kiddies...off to bed for me. love you!
-sleep in, after dreaming about a strange speed dating-type event with college roomies (that's you jamie and kt) and super hot boys in my late grandmother's condominium. then we were all making out in a hot tub. well, not all of us. just the girls, making out with the guys. it was a good dream.
-laze around on the couch...make coffee...make eggs...watch bad tv...
-pull myself together, get dressed, wear flip flops! and head out on errands in the beautiful sunshine with the sunroof open and windows down.
-buy self flowers (gerbera daisies) at costco.
-buy self a bottle of mint bailey's at the supermarket.
-return home, bake chocolate-peanut butter chip/oatmeal cookies. yumyum
-make self and eat gourmet meal of cajun chicken pasta and a big glass of red wine. eat at dining room table. alone.
-take a bubble bath while finishing big glass o'wine.
-eat some cookies and drink my baileys whist watching olympics/ john mayer storytellers on palladium (despite his potty mouth i heart him.)
-and now here, write to my people who are on the edge of their seats in wonder at my love life.
i refuse to feel sorry for myself and it was a very nice day overall. it just would have been nicer to share even a tiny piece of it with someone else. i spent the entire day, sans the few hours at costco and smith's completely alone. i could probably count on one hand the number of words i spoke today. that's weird. and it's moment's like this that make me wonder just what the fuck i am doing here.
i don't need to be in love on valentine's day. but it would be nice to be with another human being.
alas, it's me, baileys and the tv tonight.
ok, for real though, i am content.
here's the update...
the prof is very much out of the picture. i never did email or call him regarding what i might have done wrong. his birthday was thursday though, so i sent a bday text and told him to let me know if he wanted to get a bday drink or ten sometime soon. and all he replied with was, "i'll let you know." not even a thanks for the bday wishes.
how rude, i say.
really didn't like the short balding dude all that much anyway.
there are a few prospects on the horizon i suppose...
i've started emailing via match.com with a dude i will dub cali-dude. cali-dude is from san diego but lived in boston the last 4 years. he's into college bball which is fun and lives right nearby and we hang at some of the same places (that is, were i to hang somewhere, i would choose the same place he chooses). anyway, we exchanged about 4 emails each in a span of 12 hours and he already asked to meet for drinks this week, which works for me i suppose. what do i have to lose, right?
on the eharmony train, i've been navigating the communication stages with two guys but since we're not at "open communication" yet i don't have any cutesy nicknames for them, or any idea of what they are really like.
yet with every bit of potential out there, there are 20 more that remind me how shallow a pond i am fishing in. for example:
i received a match email that did not include a single punctuation mark. deal breaker. his profile is a string of run-on sentences that make no sense. here's a sampling: "I enjoy hiking playing pool traveling I like many things and I like to have good conversations will be honest with you I am not really in to iming people or writing long emails. I think a email is let's say not as personal as a hand written letter or iming is not as personal as talking on the phone."
my guess is he doesn't like emails cause he cannot write to save his life. the next 3 paragraphs of his profile detail how he prefers to have a "Conversation" (with a capital C) on the phone.
there's also a dude on match whose screen name is "iamnotascaryguy". deal breaker. the fact that you need to declare this, IN YOUR SCREEN NAME, leads me to believe that yes, yes you are a scary guy.
"Lonelydad9360". you are 40. why are you looking at my profile? lonely. dad.40=dealbreaker.
there has to be one good fish is this pond...right?
maybe by Valentine's day 2011 I will not be fishing any more and will be making gourmet meals and cookies for someone yummy. or maybe i'll just keep lovin' myself. that works too. :)
ok kiddies...off to bed for me. love you!
Sunday, February 7, 2010
WTF?!
how is it Sunday night already?! seriously? not cool.
i'm beat and need to get to bed, so my update might not be the most detailed or humorous this time around. besides, not much to report, other than a whole lot of what the eff?
(sidenote: valentine's day jewelry commercials make me want to crawl into the tv and slap the smirky smiles off the smug bastards. me? bitter? never.)
updates:
Never heard from Dull Dude again. wonder if i was equally dull to him? don't care.
The Prof:
talked to him via phone monday night for quite a while and reconfirmed my thought that despite his short baldness, he was really a fun person to talk to and had potential to be someone i could spend some time with. we confirmed our tuesday night Lost premiere date and he reminded me of an open invite to go with him and some of his friends at a mutual favorite restaurant on Friday night.
Tuesday night comes and I head to his place with a bowl full of Chex MuddyBuddies (the chocolate peanut butter chex yumminess. healthy too). his apartment is neat and we sit on the couch and catch up and Lost comes on and he helps me decipher what's going on during commercials (I wouldn't dare talk during the actual show!) . things start off well and we flirt mildly but things never seem to progress. i kept waiting for some leg touching/arm nuzzleing/cuddleing but it was very casual. which is cool, cause i wasn't sure how i felt.
As soon as the show ends, i get up to go, as it was already an hour past my bedtime and he walks me out and gives me a hug.
a very friendly hug.
wtf. how did i get to friend-zone? i'm ok with friend-zone, as i could definitely be friends with this dude and wasn't sure if i could be romantic with him, but I want to be the one who leads us towards friend-zone. why is he taking us there?
i passed it off as fatigue on his part and figured i'd see what the weekend brought...
wed. passes, don't hear from him.
thursday passes, don't hear from him.
friday comes, I wonder about this invite to dinner, but don't hear from him.
since we had talked on date 1 about going to the UNLV basketball game on sat. together, I text him fri. to see if he still wanted to go. his response: "meeting some friends at the game, but give me a shout when you're there"
i was banking on him to go with me. i had two tickets, and couldn't exactly go to a basketball game on my own, could i?
so i spent the rest of Friday night completely bummed that once again, a boy who seemed cool at first was being weird and distant and once again, i had something cool to do in vegas, but no one to join me. (i've had UNLV tickets at least 6 other times, and never used them)
jump to sat. where I spent the morning at school cleaning my room and helping at the 8th grade writing workshop. I was talking to my friend Nikki who's bday it was, and asked if she spontaneously wanted to join me at the game, which was in a mere hour. to my surprise, she agreed! So we jumped in the car, and headed to the game, which was pretty cool.
(made me miss Wake. incidentally, they played BYU who was ranked #12 and totally dominated. also, classic moment of the day: leaving the game, heading down the stairs from the nose bleed section and i slip and fall smack on my ass down the stairs, showering the guy in the front row with the remains of my beer. i sat there and said sorry before ducking and running and laughing hysterically at myself. i now have a seriously purple bruise across both butt cheeks).
Anyway, just before half time of the game, i give Professor a text to see where he's sitting, and do i hear back from him?? NOOOOOoooooo...not until we're in the car leaving the game. his reply, "sorry i didn't get your text til now." i call bullshit. we both have ATT and there was full service in the place.
WTF!!!
why is this dude blowing me off so suddenly?
what did I do? was it my crooked down syndrome pinky? did my muddy buddy taste bad?
and why do i care about a short balding guy blowing me off?!
part of me really wants to email him and be like, dude, what did i do? can you please tell me so that i don't do it to others?
or maybe, dude, i wasn't that into you romantically anyway, but we get along and would make great friends, what do ya think?
do i?
or do i just let it go and see if he contacts me?
or do i just let it go altogether?
GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. i so quit. this dating thing is no fun. i have no other prospects on the horizon and have the joy of a 3-day valentine's day weekend alone ahead of me...i will not feel sorry for myself, but it's going to be a tough one.
off to nurse my sore ass. and get to bed.
i'm beat and need to get to bed, so my update might not be the most detailed or humorous this time around. besides, not much to report, other than a whole lot of what the eff?
(sidenote: valentine's day jewelry commercials make me want to crawl into the tv and slap the smirky smiles off the smug bastards. me? bitter? never.)
updates:
Never heard from Dull Dude again. wonder if i was equally dull to him? don't care.
The Prof:
talked to him via phone monday night for quite a while and reconfirmed my thought that despite his short baldness, he was really a fun person to talk to and had potential to be someone i could spend some time with. we confirmed our tuesday night Lost premiere date and he reminded me of an open invite to go with him and some of his friends at a mutual favorite restaurant on Friday night.
Tuesday night comes and I head to his place with a bowl full of Chex MuddyBuddies (the chocolate peanut butter chex yumminess. healthy too). his apartment is neat and we sit on the couch and catch up and Lost comes on and he helps me decipher what's going on during commercials (I wouldn't dare talk during the actual show!) . things start off well and we flirt mildly but things never seem to progress. i kept waiting for some leg touching/arm nuzzleing/cuddleing but it was very casual. which is cool, cause i wasn't sure how i felt.
As soon as the show ends, i get up to go, as it was already an hour past my bedtime and he walks me out and gives me a hug.
a very friendly hug.
wtf. how did i get to friend-zone? i'm ok with friend-zone, as i could definitely be friends with this dude and wasn't sure if i could be romantic with him, but I want to be the one who leads us towards friend-zone. why is he taking us there?
i passed it off as fatigue on his part and figured i'd see what the weekend brought...
wed. passes, don't hear from him.
thursday passes, don't hear from him.
friday comes, I wonder about this invite to dinner, but don't hear from him.
since we had talked on date 1 about going to the UNLV basketball game on sat. together, I text him fri. to see if he still wanted to go. his response: "meeting some friends at the game, but give me a shout when you're there"
i was banking on him to go with me. i had two tickets, and couldn't exactly go to a basketball game on my own, could i?
so i spent the rest of Friday night completely bummed that once again, a boy who seemed cool at first was being weird and distant and once again, i had something cool to do in vegas, but no one to join me. (i've had UNLV tickets at least 6 other times, and never used them)
jump to sat. where I spent the morning at school cleaning my room and helping at the 8th grade writing workshop. I was talking to my friend Nikki who's bday it was, and asked if she spontaneously wanted to join me at the game, which was in a mere hour. to my surprise, she agreed! So we jumped in the car, and headed to the game, which was pretty cool.
(made me miss Wake. incidentally, they played BYU who was ranked #12 and totally dominated. also, classic moment of the day: leaving the game, heading down the stairs from the nose bleed section and i slip and fall smack on my ass down the stairs, showering the guy in the front row with the remains of my beer. i sat there and said sorry before ducking and running and laughing hysterically at myself. i now have a seriously purple bruise across both butt cheeks).
Anyway, just before half time of the game, i give Professor a text to see where he's sitting, and do i hear back from him?? NOOOOOoooooo...not until we're in the car leaving the game. his reply, "sorry i didn't get your text til now." i call bullshit. we both have ATT and there was full service in the place.
WTF!!!
why is this dude blowing me off so suddenly?
what did I do? was it my crooked down syndrome pinky? did my muddy buddy taste bad?
and why do i care about a short balding guy blowing me off?!
part of me really wants to email him and be like, dude, what did i do? can you please tell me so that i don't do it to others?
or maybe, dude, i wasn't that into you romantically anyway, but we get along and would make great friends, what do ya think?
do i?
or do i just let it go and see if he contacts me?
or do i just let it go altogether?
GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. i so quit. this dating thing is no fun. i have no other prospects on the horizon and have the joy of a 3-day valentine's day weekend alone ahead of me...i will not feel sorry for myself, but it's going to be a tough one.
off to nurse my sore ass. and get to bed.
Sunday, January 31, 2010
weekend recap...
hmm...grade papers?? or update my blog??
well, i can't keep my public waiting!!! so here goes, the weekend recap!
first...
friday night. so yeah, you already know that dull dude is well...dull. here's how dull it was.
we met at the restaurant in a casino and since we had to wait for a table, we went over to a bar to get some drinks (my suggestion). we stood there for 10 minutes waiting for drinks and pretty much said nothing to one another. aaawwwwwkward. finally we made small talk about work and school and who knows what else.
finally socially lubricated with a cocktail, we went back to the restaurant and had dinner and it was delish (adult milkshakes the size of your FACE!! YUM!!!). tried to talk about movies and music and discovered his favorite movies are mostly sci-fi. boorrring. after dinner i hinted that I was tired but he suggested movies or bowling, and since a movie would certainly put me to sleep, i opted for bowling. upon walking to the bowling alley i confessed that my bowling skills are, well, non-existent and he confessed that he used to bowl quite a lot. so much that he was in a travel league through high school.
when we got to our lane i plugged in our names into the computer and was trying to think of cute clever aliases and he choose nerd as the name for himself. then he proved himself on the bowling alley. seriously, i don't think the dude had less than a spare on a single frame. i had multiple gutter balls in a row. he was pretty intense. so intense that he even slipped and fell after spinning the ball down the lane. i tried to get him to be slightly more playful by offering high-fives after every nice shot he had, but even his high-five was limp.
it was hopeless.
we had three games of hopeless lame bowling. plus when it was all said and done, we still had half a pitcher to drink so sat for another hour (which felt like a decade).
Finally, after the 5000000th yawn i convinced him it was bedtime and we left. i got another awkward kiss goodbye and left it open with a simple, "see ya later".
poor guy. i gave him a chance. but he's so hopelessly socially awkward.
i need someone a bit less passive (not necessarily aggressive, just not so passive).
which leads me to saturday night and the professor.
a total gentleman. offered to pick me up and at first I accepted, then fear that despite the phone conversations we had he would be a serial rapist axe murderer led me to take my own car. even though not necessary, he made a reservation for dinner and since we were early, we had some drinks on the patio. I offered to pay for my own and he wouldn't even entertain that thought (something dull dude had not issue with). he opened doors and let me walk in front. within the first 10 minutes, we already agreed on a 2nd date, to watch the premiere of Lost on tuesday night. we bounced conversation back and forth forever and he was really easy to talk to. we talked a ton about music and he's making me a few CDs to broaden my library. we talked about third eye blind for some reason, and his fav song from them--- motorcycle drive by! (mine too)
perfect, right??
sigh, if only...
i don't think i'm attracted to him. I wore the red heels and he was shorter than me. he's mostly balding. he wore rings. on his fingers. (better than gold chains i suppose).
he grew on me as the night went on, and i truly had a good time with him. i just don't know.
i know looks aren't everything and i'm not going to sell him short just cause he's well, short, but i would love to be instantly attracted and smitten by the WHOLE package, you know.
nevertheless, we'll see what happens on tuesday for Lost and oh yeah, probably again on Sat. when we watch UNLV basketball. plus we're facebook friends now, so that HAS to be MEAN something RIGHt?!
haha. i kid.
ok. off to bed to rest up for another busy and crazy week. ugh...
love you!!!!!!
well, i can't keep my public waiting!!! so here goes, the weekend recap!
first...
friday night. so yeah, you already know that dull dude is well...dull. here's how dull it was.
we met at the restaurant in a casino and since we had to wait for a table, we went over to a bar to get some drinks (my suggestion). we stood there for 10 minutes waiting for drinks and pretty much said nothing to one another. aaawwwwwkward. finally we made small talk about work and school and who knows what else.
finally socially lubricated with a cocktail, we went back to the restaurant and had dinner and it was delish (adult milkshakes the size of your FACE!! YUM!!!). tried to talk about movies and music and discovered his favorite movies are mostly sci-fi. boorrring. after dinner i hinted that I was tired but he suggested movies or bowling, and since a movie would certainly put me to sleep, i opted for bowling. upon walking to the bowling alley i confessed that my bowling skills are, well, non-existent and he confessed that he used to bowl quite a lot. so much that he was in a travel league through high school.
when we got to our lane i plugged in our names into the computer and was trying to think of cute clever aliases and he choose nerd as the name for himself. then he proved himself on the bowling alley. seriously, i don't think the dude had less than a spare on a single frame. i had multiple gutter balls in a row. he was pretty intense. so intense that he even slipped and fell after spinning the ball down the lane. i tried to get him to be slightly more playful by offering high-fives after every nice shot he had, but even his high-five was limp.
it was hopeless.
we had three games of hopeless lame bowling. plus when it was all said and done, we still had half a pitcher to drink so sat for another hour (which felt like a decade).
Finally, after the 5000000th yawn i convinced him it was bedtime and we left. i got another awkward kiss goodbye and left it open with a simple, "see ya later".
poor guy. i gave him a chance. but he's so hopelessly socially awkward.
i need someone a bit less passive (not necessarily aggressive, just not so passive).
which leads me to saturday night and the professor.
a total gentleman. offered to pick me up and at first I accepted, then fear that despite the phone conversations we had he would be a serial rapist axe murderer led me to take my own car. even though not necessary, he made a reservation for dinner and since we were early, we had some drinks on the patio. I offered to pay for my own and he wouldn't even entertain that thought (something dull dude had not issue with). he opened doors and let me walk in front. within the first 10 minutes, we already agreed on a 2nd date, to watch the premiere of Lost on tuesday night. we bounced conversation back and forth forever and he was really easy to talk to. we talked a ton about music and he's making me a few CDs to broaden my library. we talked about third eye blind for some reason, and his fav song from them--- motorcycle drive by! (mine too)
perfect, right??
sigh, if only...
i don't think i'm attracted to him. I wore the red heels and he was shorter than me. he's mostly balding. he wore rings. on his fingers. (better than gold chains i suppose).
he grew on me as the night went on, and i truly had a good time with him. i just don't know.
i know looks aren't everything and i'm not going to sell him short just cause he's well, short, but i would love to be instantly attracted and smitten by the WHOLE package, you know.
nevertheless, we'll see what happens on tuesday for Lost and oh yeah, probably again on Sat. when we watch UNLV basketball. plus we're facebook friends now, so that HAS to be MEAN something RIGHt?!
haha. i kid.
ok. off to bed to rest up for another busy and crazy week. ugh...
love you!!!!!!
Saturday, January 30, 2010
pop quiz
ZzzzZZzzzZZzzzZzzZZZZzzzz
what does the above snoring BEST represent?
a. Ms. G sleeping in on a saturday am after a looooooooooooooong and stressful week.
b. a passed out Ms. g from too much friday happiness
c. the result of another date with dull dude.
i'll give you one guess. c.
full update of both weekend dates on sunday, but let me just say...
there are hundreds of thousands, ok hundreds of restaurants and bars in las vegas. why do the guys i'm dating all want to go to the same places?
dull dudes date= same place i went with poker player 2 weeks ago . we even sat at the same table! (yummy adult milkshakes though!)
the professors choice for tomorrow nights date= the same place dull dude picked for our first date. (super yummy italian in cutesy town square)
so it's all good...just weird.
1 date down, 1 to go. so ready to sleep in! (so A wasn't all that off)
what does the above snoring BEST represent?
a. Ms. G sleeping in on a saturday am after a looooooooooooooong and stressful week.
b. a passed out Ms. g from too much friday happiness
c. the result of another date with dull dude.
i'll give you one guess. c.
full update of both weekend dates on sunday, but let me just say...
there are hundreds of thousands, ok hundreds of restaurants and bars in las vegas. why do the guys i'm dating all want to go to the same places?
dull dudes date= same place i went with poker player 2 weeks ago . we even sat at the same table! (yummy adult milkshakes though!)
the professors choice for tomorrow nights date= the same place dull dude picked for our first date. (super yummy italian in cutesy town square)
so it's all good...just weird.
1 date down, 1 to go. so ready to sleep in! (so A wasn't all that off)
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
update...
Today's Horoscope:
You're certainly aware of the power of words, if anyone is -- but you're about to receive a crash course on just how powerful they can really be. For the moment, you'll begin to realize just how important each and every word you utter really is -- to one person in particular. Take this very seriously. And if you're not interested in them, don't pretend you are, not even if you think it might be fun to flirt a little.
Creeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeppppppppppppy.
is it possible that the person who writes the horoscopes for yahoo is a reader of lisadatesvegas?
is it fate answering my plea for advice??
nevertheless, dull dude asked me out for this weekend.
as i already have the professor taking me out Saturday night, dull dude is penciled in for Friday.
2 dates. 1 weekend. and it's ONLY TueSDAY!!!
who am i?
You're certainly aware of the power of words, if anyone is -- but you're about to receive a crash course on just how powerful they can really be. For the moment, you'll begin to realize just how important each and every word you utter really is -- to one person in particular. Take this very seriously. And if you're not interested in them, don't pretend you are, not even if you think it might be fun to flirt a little.
Creeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeppppppppppppy.
is it possible that the person who writes the horoscopes for yahoo is a reader of lisadatesvegas?
is it fate answering my plea for advice??
nevertheless, dull dude asked me out for this weekend.
as i already have the professor taking me out Saturday night, dull dude is penciled in for Friday.
2 dates. 1 weekend. and it's ONLY TueSDAY!!!
who am i?
Monday, January 25, 2010
the professor
unprecendented 2nd update in one week.
just spent AN HOUR on the phone with match boy who i will now dub...hmm...either phddude (phdude?) or buckeye (as he's from ohio) and the conversation flowed like we were long lost friends. back and forth sarcastic jabs at one another and everything.
here's hoping:
1) the conversation is equally pleasant and fluid in person.
2) he doesn't have like a 3rd eye, missing limbs or horrid fashion sense (you know, all deal breakers)
3) he finds me remotely attractive.
i will find out on Saturday when we head out to dinner (what's with dude's and weekend dates? don't they have anything else to do?)
so hope dull dude didn't want to go out saturday, as i have plans. oh dull dude, you have such to learn from dr. buckeye phd. no no, the professor! that's what I will call him. the professor (as he does teach at unlv).
incidentally, re: what to do with dull dude and UNLV bball tix....gave them to roommate and her beaux who is apparently, not going back to SDakota tomorrow as planned and is now looking for work here.
ok, past my bed time!
post your comments/questions/concerns below!
love you!
just spent AN HOUR on the phone with match boy who i will now dub...hmm...either phddude (phdude?) or buckeye (as he's from ohio) and the conversation flowed like we were long lost friends. back and forth sarcastic jabs at one another and everything.
here's hoping:
1) the conversation is equally pleasant and fluid in person.
2) he doesn't have like a 3rd eye, missing limbs or horrid fashion sense (you know, all deal breakers)
3) he finds me remotely attractive.
i will find out on Saturday when we head out to dinner (what's with dude's and weekend dates? don't they have anything else to do?)
so hope dull dude didn't want to go out saturday, as i have plans. oh dull dude, you have such to learn from dr. buckeye phd. no no, the professor! that's what I will call him. the professor (as he does teach at unlv).
incidentally, re: what to do with dull dude and UNLV bball tix....gave them to roommate and her beaux who is apparently, not going back to SDakota tomorrow as planned and is now looking for work here.
ok, past my bed time!
post your comments/questions/concerns below!
love you!
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Advice needed
Look at this. I'm updating my blog on a regular basis. Amazing.
Even more amazing?? I have something to write about!! but this time I need some input and what better way to reach all my girly advice givers at once?
So i guess you could say I have this habit of going out with guys I'm just not that into. I like to think that i'm giving them a second (or sometimes 3rd..4th...) chance to win me over. But really, I'm just bored and could use something to do.
That's how I ended up watching football all day with Dull Dude. After more than a week since our date, he texted me friday to say he was back from his business trip and to see if we could get together this weekend. I had been dreaming of having a hot date with my couch all weekend, so I was reluctant to give him a weekend night. so when he suggested watching football together on Sunday, I was in.
Noon is a little early for a date but at least it wasn't a 10AM game.
It wasn't bad. football gave us plenty to talk about, and the nonstop beers definitely eased the awkwardness. Conversation actually flowed and we have a nice combination of common and uncommon interests.
but still....I'm not wowed.
5 1/2 hours in, I bailed on the second half of the second game and we walked out together. as we got to his parking garage, we parted and he kissed me and it wasn't bad. but i wasn't wowed.
he said we should get together this week.
ok.
so...
what to do? I have no solid reason not to go out with him again. do I go out with him again until I lose all interest? or would that only be leading him on?
Also: I have tix to UNLV basketball for Tuesday night, and at the moment no one to go with. should I ask him? it would give us something to do.
what to do? what to do?
In other news...
I've been in touch with another dude on match who has some potential. his latest email left me his phone number and said to call him. I'm completely phone-a-phobic, so that's not happening. i'm going to text him and leave him my number. lame, i know. but that's how i roll.
speaking of texting...
Raashan (real name) the incredibly obnoxious dude I met at the Eagles bar a few weeks ago texted me the most poetic mass text today. want to hear it?
ok!
U are 2 sweet 2 lose, (umm...dude? you never had me)
2 expensive 2 purchase, ( are you saying I'm a prostitute that you can't afford?)
2 considerate 2 b alone (what does being considerate have to do with being alone?)
And 2 special 2 b 4gotten (special? you're special. ed.)
Send 2 all you care about
please friend, don't be offended that i didn't send this to you. I would never offend any of you by submitting you to this piece of crap.
UGH! I wish there was a function where I could delete my phone number from other people's phones so that they could stop sending me annoying texts such as this.
but then I wonder how many of those boys who got away would want to delete their number from my phone?
ok. just about bedtime for me.
please advise and stay tuned for more adventures. i hope to continue updating on a weekly sunday night basis.
love you!!!!!!!!
Even more amazing?? I have something to write about!! but this time I need some input and what better way to reach all my girly advice givers at once?
So i guess you could say I have this habit of going out with guys I'm just not that into. I like to think that i'm giving them a second (or sometimes 3rd..4th...) chance to win me over. But really, I'm just bored and could use something to do.
That's how I ended up watching football all day with Dull Dude. After more than a week since our date, he texted me friday to say he was back from his business trip and to see if we could get together this weekend. I had been dreaming of having a hot date with my couch all weekend, so I was reluctant to give him a weekend night. so when he suggested watching football together on Sunday, I was in.
Noon is a little early for a date but at least it wasn't a 10AM game.
It wasn't bad. football gave us plenty to talk about, and the nonstop beers definitely eased the awkwardness. Conversation actually flowed and we have a nice combination of common and uncommon interests.
but still....I'm not wowed.
5 1/2 hours in, I bailed on the second half of the second game and we walked out together. as we got to his parking garage, we parted and he kissed me and it wasn't bad. but i wasn't wowed.
he said we should get together this week.
ok.
so...
what to do? I have no solid reason not to go out with him again. do I go out with him again until I lose all interest? or would that only be leading him on?
Also: I have tix to UNLV basketball for Tuesday night, and at the moment no one to go with. should I ask him? it would give us something to do.
what to do? what to do?
In other news...
I've been in touch with another dude on match who has some potential. his latest email left me his phone number and said to call him. I'm completely phone-a-phobic, so that's not happening. i'm going to text him and leave him my number. lame, i know. but that's how i roll.
speaking of texting...
Raashan (real name) the incredibly obnoxious dude I met at the Eagles bar a few weeks ago texted me the most poetic mass text today. want to hear it?
ok!
U are 2 sweet 2 lose, (umm...dude? you never had me)
2 expensive 2 purchase, ( are you saying I'm a prostitute that you can't afford?)
2 considerate 2 b alone (what does being considerate have to do with being alone?)
And 2 special 2 b 4gotten (special? you're special. ed.)
Send 2 all you care about
please friend, don't be offended that i didn't send this to you. I would never offend any of you by submitting you to this piece of crap.
UGH! I wish there was a function where I could delete my phone number from other people's phones so that they could stop sending me annoying texts such as this.
but then I wonder how many of those boys who got away would want to delete their number from my phone?
ok. just about bedtime for me.
please advise and stay tuned for more adventures. i hope to continue updating on a weekly sunday night basis.
love you!!!!!!!!
Sunday, January 17, 2010
Resolutions and Reflections
hello? anyone out there? i'm baaaaaaaaaaaaaack. not that ever went anywhere, but i am back in the blogging world to record my innermost thoughts and secrets. ok, not those. but a continuation of my adventures in Las Vegas. Many of you may have enjoyed my musings on Las Vegas life back when I first moved here and wrote on my lisalasvegas blog. this time, my musings are going to be centered on the so-called "dating" life of las vegas. many friends have expressed interest in living vicariously through my dating adventures and my hope is to keep you posted and entertained with some stories.
that being said, in order to keep you posted, i would need to actually HAVE SOME stories to share. so, it's my resolution to get out there and meet some boys. just say yes. to dates at least. and worse case scenario would be a free meal/drink and a funny story to share, right?? i have nothing to lose and neither do you by reading all about it!
before i get in to this year, let's take a look back at the dating scene in 2009. it wasn't exactly...successful. but it did have some highlights and when it's all summed up, it really doesn't sound so bad at all.
2009 consisted of:
-speed dates
-tennis dates
-36 hour dates that wouldn't go home
-old flames
-young flames
-4 first dates
-2 second dates
-8 kisses (2 old, 6 new, 2 completely nameless makeouts on the dancefloor of a club, 1 really bad and sloppy, 1 really hot)
not too shabby, but there's definitely room for improvement.
so, how will this improvement come about? first step, finding people to date.
and that brings me to eharmony.
now i've been "active" on match.com since moving here to vegas, taking breaks here and there when someone with potential comes along, when i wait patiently for the potential to become actual, while i heal over the disappointment when the potential fades or when i abandon the city altogether for the summer.
well the dating pool on match.com lately was looking rather shallow, and since i truly wanted to dive in, i decided to head back to eharmony (eharmony and i had a brief affair in fall '08). at first i logged on just to peak, then the flood came. seriously, i was getting 15 matches a day (for those not lucky enough to shop for boys via the internet: eharmony matches people for you, then sends you their profile. match lets you just browse and find them on your own). curiousity got the best of me, as i couldn't see photos of all these potential new dates without paying so i reluctantly subscribed to eharmony.
through the new year, i tirelessly poured through profiles and made or replied to "requests for contact" from a good 10 or so gentleman. my interest level was eh in most of them, and as i jumped back into school, it was hard to maintain contact with all. BUT i am proud to say that in the second week of 2010 I went on my first date of the new year.
date #1 of 2010: Dull Dude*
Dull dude had some good things going for him on paper (err...on internet? on computer?)
flash to Thursday night, 7pm. location: Town Square (huge outdoor shopping "village" in vegas), Brio Tuscan Grille.
I was nervous about a dinner date as a first date, but was up for anything.
Well dinner was fantastic. the food at least. conversation was good. but not outstanding. there were plenty of awkward pauses and discussions about the weather. it only took us an hour and half or so to eat, and i was perfectly content ending there, on a pleasant note of next time we'd meet for longer.
but then he asked to get a drink. and well ok, why end a perfectly fine date, let's go have a drink. cue snoring.
nothing particularly WRONG with this guy, but nothing that made me giddy and excited and looking forward to seeing him again. we sat and had A beer for another 2 and half hours. i was ready to fall asleep on the table. at 9:40 i joked that it was past my bedtime and we still sat for another hour. finally at 10:45 i said i had to go. he walked me towards my car and we had a fabulously awkward hug/cheek kiss goodbye (i actually think he kissed my ear) and i told him to be in touch.
and 4 days later, i haven't heard from him.
but 4 days later, i honestly i haven't THoUGHT about him.
probably a sign that i'm just not that into him.
speaking of guys that i'm not that into...
Date #2 of 2010 (that's right 2 in one week!): Poker Player*
You may remember my stories of poker player from the fall. i went out with him 4 times in late sept/oct. like dull dude, his profile was promising...but i still maintain that his profile must have contained pictures that were at least 3 years old. he was much...rounder in person. and while i for one can certainly not discriminate against shape and size, he carried his roundness in an odd way.
but looks aren't everything, so i gave him a chance. 4 chances in fact. then one night when he thought he was going to get some and i sent him home with nothing more than a kiss, i thought he got the picture and stopped getting in touch.
until december 26 when he popped up again wanting to "catch up".
being in ny i had the perfect excuse. let's catch up sometime after the holidays i texted.
and he did. several times, until i finally gave in and in the spirit of the new year and this blog, i agreed to dinner to "catch up"
he picked me up, we went to Red Rock casino where there was a gourmet hamburger place i wanted to check out.
he was annoyed that we had to wait as a large party of kiddie soccer players left. and then annoyed that the Dallas cowboy jersey-clad host was making conversation with us about football. i laughed at the host and enjoyed the football banter even if he was a cowboy fan. poker player grimaced and grumbled under his breath about how annoying the guy was.
we sat, we talked; he's easy to talk to which is a pro. he ordered a vodka-coke, which is odd and possibly a con. mostly cause he doesn't drink ANYTHING else. i had a grasshopper-alcoholic milkshake. it was fab.u.lous.
dinner comes, and my burger looks delightful. before the server can even put his plate down, he goes, "whoawhoawhoa that's not mine. i ordered my plain".
he ordered a burger called the plain jane. which comes, according to the menu, with the standard lettuce, tomato, onion. it's plain in that it lacks cheese and all the other gimmicky sauces that this gourmet place offered. but no, he claims he ordered his plain. and instead of simply, i dunno, removing the tomato, lettuce, onion himself, he has the waiter return the burger and bring him one that is indeed PLAIN- burger, bun. plain.
we finish dinner, and despite my exhaustion, i agree to gamble a bit, and he decides he wants to teach me pai gow poker. silly game, easy to play, no big pay offs, but no big losses either (analogy to my dating life?) so he puts down the money and teaches me to play and it's pretty entertaining.
and then the touching starts. first my back. then my leg. and each time he touches me i turn away or twitch, but that doesn't keep him from trying again two minutes later. 2 hours later...my original stack of chips has dwindled, my winnings are decent, i've learned that pai gow means Shit and i've decided that this date is pretty pai gow. i'm tired and done.
thankfully, poker player gets the hint that i want to leave and out we head. in fear that he wants to hold my hand, i keep my hands in my pockets.
he drives like a maniac back to my house and we get to my house and i fear the inevitable. he's going to want a kiss goodnight.
before he's even put the car in park, i lean over, give him a kiss on the cheek, say thanks and jump out of the car. his mouth drops and i can tell he wants to say something, but i don't give him a chance. i tell him to be in touch, but i hope that he's not. there's just something about him that rubs me the wrong way. he's nice and easy to talk to, and definitely has the potential. but i just can't do it. at least not romantically.
so there you have it. two weeks into 2010 and two dates in three nights. both of them pretty pai gow.
let's hope the rest of 2010 isn't as pai gow.
-Lisa
ps!
thanks for reading! feel free to pass on my ponderings to girl friends near and far. just a plea though-- as family has infiltrated the world of facebook, i won't be posting the link or anything on my facebook. last thing i need is dad or aunt whoever reading about my dating life.
*names changed to protect...me. and the off chance that some dude browsing the internet finds himself one day on here.
that being said, in order to keep you posted, i would need to actually HAVE SOME stories to share. so, it's my resolution to get out there and meet some boys. just say yes. to dates at least. and worse case scenario would be a free meal/drink and a funny story to share, right?? i have nothing to lose and neither do you by reading all about it!
before i get in to this year, let's take a look back at the dating scene in 2009. it wasn't exactly...successful. but it did have some highlights and when it's all summed up, it really doesn't sound so bad at all.
2009 consisted of:
-speed dates
-tennis dates
-36 hour dates that wouldn't go home
-old flames
-young flames
-4 first dates
-2 second dates
-8 kisses (2 old, 6 new, 2 completely nameless makeouts on the dancefloor of a club, 1 really bad and sloppy, 1 really hot)
not too shabby, but there's definitely room for improvement.
so, how will this improvement come about? first step, finding people to date.
and that brings me to eharmony.
now i've been "active" on match.com since moving here to vegas, taking breaks here and there when someone with potential comes along, when i wait patiently for the potential to become actual, while i heal over the disappointment when the potential fades or when i abandon the city altogether for the summer.
well the dating pool on match.com lately was looking rather shallow, and since i truly wanted to dive in, i decided to head back to eharmony (eharmony and i had a brief affair in fall '08). at first i logged on just to peak, then the flood came. seriously, i was getting 15 matches a day (for those not lucky enough to shop for boys via the internet: eharmony matches people for you, then sends you their profile. match lets you just browse and find them on your own). curiousity got the best of me, as i couldn't see photos of all these potential new dates without paying so i reluctantly subscribed to eharmony.
through the new year, i tirelessly poured through profiles and made or replied to "requests for contact" from a good 10 or so gentleman. my interest level was eh in most of them, and as i jumped back into school, it was hard to maintain contact with all. BUT i am proud to say that in the second week of 2010 I went on my first date of the new year.
date #1 of 2010: Dull Dude*
Dull dude had some good things going for him on paper (err...on internet? on computer?)
- football fan
- originally from Pennsylvania (west side though- pittsburgh fan)
- solid job (software engineer)
- likes to travel (but doesn't everyone on these dating sites?)
flash to Thursday night, 7pm. location: Town Square (huge outdoor shopping "village" in vegas), Brio Tuscan Grille.
I was nervous about a dinner date as a first date, but was up for anything.
Well dinner was fantastic. the food at least. conversation was good. but not outstanding. there were plenty of awkward pauses and discussions about the weather. it only took us an hour and half or so to eat, and i was perfectly content ending there, on a pleasant note of next time we'd meet for longer.
but then he asked to get a drink. and well ok, why end a perfectly fine date, let's go have a drink. cue snoring.
nothing particularly WRONG with this guy, but nothing that made me giddy and excited and looking forward to seeing him again. we sat and had A beer for another 2 and half hours. i was ready to fall asleep on the table. at 9:40 i joked that it was past my bedtime and we still sat for another hour. finally at 10:45 i said i had to go. he walked me towards my car and we had a fabulously awkward hug/cheek kiss goodbye (i actually think he kissed my ear) and i told him to be in touch.
and 4 days later, i haven't heard from him.
but 4 days later, i honestly i haven't THoUGHT about him.
probably a sign that i'm just not that into him.
speaking of guys that i'm not that into...
Date #2 of 2010 (that's right 2 in one week!): Poker Player*
You may remember my stories of poker player from the fall. i went out with him 4 times in late sept/oct. like dull dude, his profile was promising...but i still maintain that his profile must have contained pictures that were at least 3 years old. he was much...rounder in person. and while i for one can certainly not discriminate against shape and size, he carried his roundness in an odd way.
but looks aren't everything, so i gave him a chance. 4 chances in fact. then one night when he thought he was going to get some and i sent him home with nothing more than a kiss, i thought he got the picture and stopped getting in touch.
until december 26 when he popped up again wanting to "catch up".
being in ny i had the perfect excuse. let's catch up sometime after the holidays i texted.
and he did. several times, until i finally gave in and in the spirit of the new year and this blog, i agreed to dinner to "catch up"
he picked me up, we went to Red Rock casino where there was a gourmet hamburger place i wanted to check out.
he was annoyed that we had to wait as a large party of kiddie soccer players left. and then annoyed that the Dallas cowboy jersey-clad host was making conversation with us about football. i laughed at the host and enjoyed the football banter even if he was a cowboy fan. poker player grimaced and grumbled under his breath about how annoying the guy was.
we sat, we talked; he's easy to talk to which is a pro. he ordered a vodka-coke, which is odd and possibly a con. mostly cause he doesn't drink ANYTHING else. i had a grasshopper-alcoholic milkshake. it was fab.u.lous.
dinner comes, and my burger looks delightful. before the server can even put his plate down, he goes, "whoawhoawhoa that's not mine. i ordered my plain".
he ordered a burger called the plain jane. which comes, according to the menu, with the standard lettuce, tomato, onion. it's plain in that it lacks cheese and all the other gimmicky sauces that this gourmet place offered. but no, he claims he ordered his plain. and instead of simply, i dunno, removing the tomato, lettuce, onion himself, he has the waiter return the burger and bring him one that is indeed PLAIN- burger, bun. plain.
we finish dinner, and despite my exhaustion, i agree to gamble a bit, and he decides he wants to teach me pai gow poker. silly game, easy to play, no big pay offs, but no big losses either (analogy to my dating life?) so he puts down the money and teaches me to play and it's pretty entertaining.
and then the touching starts. first my back. then my leg. and each time he touches me i turn away or twitch, but that doesn't keep him from trying again two minutes later. 2 hours later...my original stack of chips has dwindled, my winnings are decent, i've learned that pai gow means Shit and i've decided that this date is pretty pai gow. i'm tired and done.
thankfully, poker player gets the hint that i want to leave and out we head. in fear that he wants to hold my hand, i keep my hands in my pockets.
he drives like a maniac back to my house and we get to my house and i fear the inevitable. he's going to want a kiss goodnight.
before he's even put the car in park, i lean over, give him a kiss on the cheek, say thanks and jump out of the car. his mouth drops and i can tell he wants to say something, but i don't give him a chance. i tell him to be in touch, but i hope that he's not. there's just something about him that rubs me the wrong way. he's nice and easy to talk to, and definitely has the potential. but i just can't do it. at least not romantically.
so there you have it. two weeks into 2010 and two dates in three nights. both of them pretty pai gow.
let's hope the rest of 2010 isn't as pai gow.
-Lisa
ps!
thanks for reading! feel free to pass on my ponderings to girl friends near and far. just a plea though-- as family has infiltrated the world of facebook, i won't be posting the link or anything on my facebook. last thing i need is dad or aunt whoever reading about my dating life.
*names changed to protect...me. and the off chance that some dude browsing the internet finds himself one day on here.
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