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
Sunday, February 28, 2010
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.
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