The background information goes like this: As the title suggests, today's date was with a lawyer. Ok, he's not a lawyer but he did graduate from law school and practiced law in NC before moving to VA two years ago. He now works for the Patent Office. Sounds ridiculously boring unless you're into that sort of thing. He's 41 and more Pakistani than not. His legal name is Shahid but goes by Chad and his legal name is pronounced pretty close to Americanized Chad. He lives alone, never married, with no kids in Arlington, Va.
We both took the metro and met at Smithsonian Station. I got there about 20-25 minutes earlier than he did and boy am I glad I did. I got some incredible tourist watching in. I saw so many people posing in front of the Washington Monument pretending to lean on it, hold it, pose next to it and even balance it on their head all while it was actually in the background. It was hilarious to watch and I could have spent 4 glorious hours doing nothing but that and been content. However, he eventually found me and we then proceeded to walk to and and through the American History Museum. We viewed one level and realized we were hungry. I told him about this great joint called Aria and we headed there only to find out that it was closed. We then walked and walked until we found District Pi Pizzeria which was delicious! On the way there, we were approached by at least 3 people asking for spare change. We had leftover pizza and we knew we wouldn't want to carry it around with us, nor would we be allowed to bring it in anywhere so we both agreed to get it to go but give it to some one on our way back to the museums.
We headed out on a mission to find SOMEONE, ANYONE who would want and appreciate this delicious pizza (3 good slices). The first homeless guy we came to declined. I was a bit offended but I carried on. We then heard the most beautiful guitar solo being played and focused in on Mr. Guitar Player. He thought we were selling pizzas- this made me laugh. I explained to him that it was our left over slices and we weren't able to bring them in anywhere with us so he could have them if he wanted them. He was very thankful and said "God bless you". I wanted to say "and the Tooth Fairy bless you too" but then I would probably have to explain that and it just wasn't warranted.
After our pizza drop, we headed to the Natural History Museum, which I knew Mr. VLM would enjoy better but that's why I started at the American History Museum. I've seen the Natural History Museum so many times I could be a tour guide. We viewed the bottom floor and then were heading to get back on the Metro to head to the Zoo for Zoolights.
When my ears heard "Dupont Circle" I had a flash of Hello Cupcake pop into my head and I asked him if he was in the mood for a cupcake. He said sure. So we hopped off at Dupont, I lead him across Dupont Circle unnecessarily just for him to look up Hello Cupcake on a cellphone map and us to back track through the circle and end up at the cupcakery. Once we got there, he decided he didn't want a cupcake and just wanted a water. I however, had my heart set on a samoa cupcake before I even left my house this morning so that is what I got, and a black coffee. It was better than I imagined. He mentioned he had to make a phone call, so I sat in the window enjoying my delicious sweet treat while he went outside to call whomever. When he came in, I knew it was coming...I was just waiting for it.... he said "Well, I think I'm going to have to go home after this because I'm getting a headache and I had to call my mom tonight." I was a bit relieved (and confused) since 20 minutes prior to this moment, my friend asked if I wanted to go out tonight and I so did but I didn't want to ditch Mr. VLM. I asked if he calls him mom nightly and he said he calls her on the weekends since she's alone and his sister isn't around anymore. His mom and dad live with his Uncle in New Jersey but they are heading back to London soon?!?!? I don't really know. I think he said his dad's a doctor of some sort. I didn't get into family dynamics too much but apparently he keeps in contact with mom since there's no kids and she gets lonely. I continued to enjoy the deliciousness that was my cupcake and coffee combo and he wasn't in a rush to leave right away.
We got back on the metro and he transferred to the Orange Line with me where he rode for 3 "spots" until he had to leave to transfer himself to the Yellow Line. He said he had fun and I seconded the notion. I told him perhaps we can do the Zoo Lights another night and he agreed. He told me he would text me when he arrives home, but I have yet to hear from him. If I do, I do...and if I don't, I don't. He's nice, and smart but he's a bit "dry". I'm not sure if that's just who he is or if that's just a first meeting stiffness that presented itself. I'd go out with him again, not to a museum though. I thought that a museum would be a good place for a date...talk a little, see a little...um, no.... more like talk hardly at all, walk to look at two different things, turn around and have to play "Where's My Date?" and then try to stay within eye sight of one another. It's very stressful especially for one with abandonment issues. It wasn't a terrible date but I think if we go out again I will suggest a more confined space. I'll keep you all informed.... for now, Auf Wiedersehen
Saturday, November 29, 2014
Sunday, October 12, 2014
Second Chance Scott and the Homemade Dinner Date
Ok, so, not going to give too many details on this one but when I was making dinner (soup in the crockpot) this afternoon, I decided to invite Scott over. He agreed but wouldn't be able to come over until 8 which was fine because I had a lot of crap to do myself.
When he arrived, he arrived with flowers in his hand (smart man). When I offered him a drink (choices were limited) he said he forgot his drink in his truck. He offered to take Molly down with him since she was sitting at the door (again, smart man).
So we ate and watched a movie... or had a movie on. Things happened and now is where I'm going to jump to the end of the date which was about 10 minutes ago.... so I asked him if we were exclusive or not. He said he would like to be but it was up to me. I thought about it and told him exclusive would be alright. We can see where it goes. He then asked if I was going to take down my profile on the dating site we're on. I said I will put it on hold status and won't be actively looking but I'm not going to delete it just yet. He asked me about my blog and what the blog was all about. It's killing him that he can't read it. I told him I blog about the dates I go on and about the guys I meet. He said that that can't be too interesting. To which my eye brows raised up and "Oh, it's interesting" came out of my mouth. I'm even surprised of the popularity my blog has gained over the past couple of years. I guess a single gals' dating life is highly interesting (and I'm very thankful that it is). He asked me what happens with this blog when I'm in a relationship since it's a dating blog. I said...well, then it becomes a blog about my relationship. LOL. I was kidding but wanted to hear his reaction. He immediately said, um no.... no one needs to know details of someone's relationship. He left with, "so I'll see you tomorrow?" To which I said "maybe". He said "ok, maybe depending on how busy you are, I understand." So at least he's not hoping or planning to have to see me daily! That makes me feel a bit better.
So here's the interesting part... being the sneaky sneaker that I am with my Jedi detective skills, when we were out Friday night, I paid attention to his password to unlock his cellphone. He knew I knew it because I unlocked his phone in front of him. Well, tonight when he was leaving, he left his cellphone behind... I couldn't resist! Yes, people I looked in his cellphone! He had a couple messages from chics that he went on a date with. One message was from a chic that seemed like he got pretty close with because she sent him many messages saying she missed him and missed a whole bunch of things about him. He didn't reply to her. His last message to her was a few days ago and it said that he wishes her good luck and sounded like he was done with her and whatever that relationship was. I didn't find anything suspicious or like he was involved with anyone... so, he has my trust (as much as I would give to anyone) until otherwise proven he doesn't deserve it.
I figured he would realize I had his phone and not get too far before he was knocking on my door. It took him way longer than I thought it would. When I opened the door, I handed him the phone and asked if he was missing something. He asked me if I had fun with the phone. LOL. To which I replied "I didn't go through your phone. I wouldn't do that." DENY, DENY, DENY. He didn't believe me, rightfully so! I bet he will change that passcode! :)
So, this blog is currently on hold while I see where this thing goes with Scott... I'm not sure how long I will be able to be a one man woman but we shall see.... I feel a bit like a trapped animal when I think about it but hopefully that feeling will subside and it's just because I haven't been in this situation in about 9 years!!!! I will be sure to put out an APB on FB when this blog is again open for reading. I'm sure it will be eventually!
When he arrived, he arrived with flowers in his hand (smart man). When I offered him a drink (choices were limited) he said he forgot his drink in his truck. He offered to take Molly down with him since she was sitting at the door (again, smart man).
So we ate and watched a movie... or had a movie on. Things happened and now is where I'm going to jump to the end of the date which was about 10 minutes ago.... so I asked him if we were exclusive or not. He said he would like to be but it was up to me. I thought about it and told him exclusive would be alright. We can see where it goes. He then asked if I was going to take down my profile on the dating site we're on. I said I will put it on hold status and won't be actively looking but I'm not going to delete it just yet. He asked me about my blog and what the blog was all about. It's killing him that he can't read it. I told him I blog about the dates I go on and about the guys I meet. He said that that can't be too interesting. To which my eye brows raised up and "Oh, it's interesting" came out of my mouth. I'm even surprised of the popularity my blog has gained over the past couple of years. I guess a single gals' dating life is highly interesting (and I'm very thankful that it is). He asked me what happens with this blog when I'm in a relationship since it's a dating blog. I said...well, then it becomes a blog about my relationship. LOL. I was kidding but wanted to hear his reaction. He immediately said, um no.... no one needs to know details of someone's relationship. He left with, "so I'll see you tomorrow?" To which I said "maybe". He said "ok, maybe depending on how busy you are, I understand." So at least he's not hoping or planning to have to see me daily! That makes me feel a bit better.
So here's the interesting part... being the sneaky sneaker that I am with my Jedi detective skills, when we were out Friday night, I paid attention to his password to unlock his cellphone. He knew I knew it because I unlocked his phone in front of him. Well, tonight when he was leaving, he left his cellphone behind... I couldn't resist! Yes, people I looked in his cellphone! He had a couple messages from chics that he went on a date with. One message was from a chic that seemed like he got pretty close with because she sent him many messages saying she missed him and missed a whole bunch of things about him. He didn't reply to her. His last message to her was a few days ago and it said that he wishes her good luck and sounded like he was done with her and whatever that relationship was. I didn't find anything suspicious or like he was involved with anyone... so, he has my trust (as much as I would give to anyone) until otherwise proven he doesn't deserve it.
I figured he would realize I had his phone and not get too far before he was knocking on my door. It took him way longer than I thought it would. When I opened the door, I handed him the phone and asked if he was missing something. He asked me if I had fun with the phone. LOL. To which I replied "I didn't go through your phone. I wouldn't do that." DENY, DENY, DENY. He didn't believe me, rightfully so! I bet he will change that passcode! :)
So, this blog is currently on hold while I see where this thing goes with Scott... I'm not sure how long I will be able to be a one man woman but we shall see.... I feel a bit like a trapped animal when I think about it but hopefully that feeling will subside and it's just because I haven't been in this situation in about 9 years!!!! I will be sure to put out an APB on FB when this blog is again open for reading. I'm sure it will be eventually!
Friday, October 10, 2014
Second Chance Scott
Ok, so for those that are friends on FB with me, you already know that Scott (Mr. Close to Perfect) whom got pissy with me because I wouldn't add him to my FB friends, sent me a text yesterday that read: I can't believe you blocked me on POF. BOO HISSS YOU SUCK!!! Just kidding. I was hoping you would change your mind about the Facebook thing you stubborn ass. Anyhow I was thinking about the fun young lady I met on pof. Hope your (his spelling mistake, not mine) doing well.
So, that made me reach out to him and and asked if I had a hot date tonight. I told him no and he asked if I wanted one. Me being the smart ass that I am told him sure, if he knew of someone be sure to pass my number on. He then rephrased his question and I agreed to meet up with him at the Irish Channel in Crofton. I have been craving their potato soup so we got there a bit earlier than the 80's cover band (Blatant Eighties -they are very good by the way) was about to start.
We made small talk and then I told him we need to talk about some things that have been on my mind at some point. He said Ok, then shoot. So I mentioned that he seemed like he had a short fuse and was hot headed. He disagreed and said he is very mild mannered and lets most things just roll off. Ok, so then I mentioned that he seemed like he was a bit racist but I learned that his ex was black and asked him if her child was his child. He was dumbfounded that I knew this information. I told him I wasn't going to reveal my sources but he did answer honestly. He was with a black lady (not African American, actual African)a few years back. She tricked him into getting pregnant, he wasn't ready for a kid at that time but instead of just ditching her, he tried to do "the right thing" and married her. It didn't work out and she was a bit crazy (in his words). She is now with her ex whom is raising the kid as his. He did admit he is a hypocrite because he was with a black lady but doesn't like white girls with black men. I am so good! I picked up on this while on date 2 and then again on date 3. I'm a great judge of character!
I too had a confessional moment. I told him that one reason I wasn't willing to add him as a fb friend is because I had an ex (current bf at the time) be a fb friend and things were misconstrued and taken out of context and it just led to more arguments than it was worth. I also told him the second reason was because I have a blog (this blog) about dating and it's not something I want every date of mine reading. He said "that's not good, putting all your details out there." He also said that he wouldn't want to read all the details and that wouldn't be good. There has been only one guy that I dated that knew about and read the blog. We no longer talk but it wasn't because of the blog. I don't talk to any exes or ex dates except one but we went on dates prior to the manifestation of this blog. I told Scott, when I turn this into a book and it becomes a best seller, I will let him read it then. He questioned how detailed it was and then he answered his own question by having this conversation with himself:
Scott: How detailed is the blog?
Scott: I mean, it has to be detailed because without details no one would be interested and no one would read it.
Scott: So, I imagine it is full of details.
Me: I mean, it's detailed enough that I state what happened on the date and stuff. No last names of people are given. Sometimes no first names are given.
So, he seemed ok. We ate... I had my soup, he had a couple wings. He was coughing and not breathing 100% right due to allergies to cedar which he was chopping earlier today for work. I went and sat on his side of the booth and we got a bit cuddly and kissy. I had 3 Sam Adams flowing through me which always makes me a bit kissy (even with strangers on occasion) but I knew going into this date that cuddling would be the least of what was going to go down, if you know what I mean! I mean a single girl can only hold out but for so long!
He mentioned his slob of a brother living with him still and I mentioned something about wanting to see his room. His response was "oh yeah?" and mine was "uh huh". He said he would have to say no tonight because his place is such a mess that he would be too embarrassed and there is no way he is bringing anyone over tonight. He then asked what my excuse was regarding my place. I told him, my place was perfectly fine as an option. He then continued to wheeze and barely breathe and I told him that he was not going to be able to survive doing anything tonight with his breathing like it was. He agreed that he was having trouble just sitting there and it felt like it was acting up more so than it was earlier. I even gave him the sad puppy dog eye face and he still said he couldn't. So we chatted a bit more and then we decided it was time to go. He walked me to my car which was way out in Timbuktu. A kiss or 3 were exchanged and I asked him if he was sure he couldn't breathe... lol... he confirmed he couldn't and he was very sorry but he would have to be a gentleman and go home. Boo to gentlemen! Ok, ok, no boo to gentlemen. Gentlemen are a rarity and nice to have/find. I guess I'm heading to bed.... ALONE.... things happen for a reason right? He asked if I was free tomorrow, but I told him I had plans. I told him I was available until about 8 or so, so we might meet up for lunch depending on if he has to help a friend out with an errand or not. I will be sure to blog again tomorrow and update on Second Chance Scott. I'm suppose to be meeting Delicious Puerto Rican Adam tomorrow evening for date #2. I'm not sure Adam and I will go very far because he seems to only want to drink or hang out at a bar. I suggested bowling or something and he said meet for drinks or listen to a band at a bar. So, bar/band it is. Either way, a blog will be posted tomorrow ... could involve one guy or 2... that is yet to be determined. Good night all! Bella Notte.
So, that made me reach out to him and and asked if I had a hot date tonight. I told him no and he asked if I wanted one. Me being the smart ass that I am told him sure, if he knew of someone be sure to pass my number on. He then rephrased his question and I agreed to meet up with him at the Irish Channel in Crofton. I have been craving their potato soup so we got there a bit earlier than the 80's cover band (Blatant Eighties -they are very good by the way) was about to start.
We made small talk and then I told him we need to talk about some things that have been on my mind at some point. He said Ok, then shoot. So I mentioned that he seemed like he had a short fuse and was hot headed. He disagreed and said he is very mild mannered and lets most things just roll off. Ok, so then I mentioned that he seemed like he was a bit racist but I learned that his ex was black and asked him if her child was his child. He was dumbfounded that I knew this information. I told him I wasn't going to reveal my sources but he did answer honestly. He was with a black lady (not African American, actual African)a few years back. She tricked him into getting pregnant, he wasn't ready for a kid at that time but instead of just ditching her, he tried to do "the right thing" and married her. It didn't work out and she was a bit crazy (in his words). She is now with her ex whom is raising the kid as his. He did admit he is a hypocrite because he was with a black lady but doesn't like white girls with black men. I am so good! I picked up on this while on date 2 and then again on date 3. I'm a great judge of character!
I too had a confessional moment. I told him that one reason I wasn't willing to add him as a fb friend is because I had an ex (current bf at the time) be a fb friend and things were misconstrued and taken out of context and it just led to more arguments than it was worth. I also told him the second reason was because I have a blog (this blog) about dating and it's not something I want every date of mine reading. He said "that's not good, putting all your details out there." He also said that he wouldn't want to read all the details and that wouldn't be good. There has been only one guy that I dated that knew about and read the blog. We no longer talk but it wasn't because of the blog. I don't talk to any exes or ex dates except one but we went on dates prior to the manifestation of this blog. I told Scott, when I turn this into a book and it becomes a best seller, I will let him read it then. He questioned how detailed it was and then he answered his own question by having this conversation with himself:
Scott: How detailed is the blog?
Scott: I mean, it has to be detailed because without details no one would be interested and no one would read it.
Scott: So, I imagine it is full of details.
Me: I mean, it's detailed enough that I state what happened on the date and stuff. No last names of people are given. Sometimes no first names are given.
So, he seemed ok. We ate... I had my soup, he had a couple wings. He was coughing and not breathing 100% right due to allergies to cedar which he was chopping earlier today for work. I went and sat on his side of the booth and we got a bit cuddly and kissy. I had 3 Sam Adams flowing through me which always makes me a bit kissy (even with strangers on occasion) but I knew going into this date that cuddling would be the least of what was going to go down, if you know what I mean! I mean a single girl can only hold out but for so long!
He mentioned his slob of a brother living with him still and I mentioned something about wanting to see his room. His response was "oh yeah?" and mine was "uh huh". He said he would have to say no tonight because his place is such a mess that he would be too embarrassed and there is no way he is bringing anyone over tonight. He then asked what my excuse was regarding my place. I told him, my place was perfectly fine as an option. He then continued to wheeze and barely breathe and I told him that he was not going to be able to survive doing anything tonight with his breathing like it was. He agreed that he was having trouble just sitting there and it felt like it was acting up more so than it was earlier. I even gave him the sad puppy dog eye face and he still said he couldn't. So we chatted a bit more and then we decided it was time to go. He walked me to my car which was way out in Timbuktu. A kiss or 3 were exchanged and I asked him if he was sure he couldn't breathe... lol... he confirmed he couldn't and he was very sorry but he would have to be a gentleman and go home. Boo to gentlemen! Ok, ok, no boo to gentlemen. Gentlemen are a rarity and nice to have/find. I guess I'm heading to bed.... ALONE.... things happen for a reason right? He asked if I was free tomorrow, but I told him I had plans. I told him I was available until about 8 or so, so we might meet up for lunch depending on if he has to help a friend out with an errand or not. I will be sure to blog again tomorrow and update on Second Chance Scott. I'm suppose to be meeting Delicious Puerto Rican Adam tomorrow evening for date #2. I'm not sure Adam and I will go very far because he seems to only want to drink or hang out at a bar. I suggested bowling or something and he said meet for drinks or listen to a band at a bar. So, bar/band it is. Either way, a blog will be posted tomorrow ... could involve one guy or 2... that is yet to be determined. Good night all! Bella Notte.
Monday, September 29, 2014
The Delicious Puerto Rican
Ok, so.... Background knowledge on the D.P.R. His name is Adam. He lives in Linthicum Heights (side note, no good comes from a place that has "heights" in the name-ponder on that for a moment). I am not sure the difference between Linthicum and Linthicum Heights.... apparently a slight height- ba-dum-ching! He was never married, no kids and has been on this earth for 38 years (in his current state anyway, for those reincarnation believers). He works for the Dept. of Corrections in their terrorism and drug unit or something like that. If you are just tuning in or recently tuning into my blog, I have terrible attention issues and half listen when people talk. My brain tends to fill in the pieces I missed with more "creative" responses. However, I'm pretty sure that that is the unit he works for. He says he works in an office all day pushing papers and his job isn't at all as glamorous as it sounds.
So the date.... well, he suggested Brian Boru's which is an Irish joint in Severna Park. I'm always up for wherever and definitely up for new places so I was excited to see this place. I wasn't too terribly excited to hear it was an Irish place but I can find SOMETHING edible wherever I go. Despite what some of my friends may say, I'm not that picky when it comes to food but I don't eat a lot of meat (red or otherwise) and the Irish love their meat! Lucky for me, they also love their potato leek soup and portobello mushroom sandwiches. (I had the latter.) I showed up a tad earlier than agreed upon (as any smart girl would) and he told me he was running a bit late but showed up on time...sneaky move but I'm way sneakier (sneaker, sneaker!). We were the only two in the room for a bit of time so it was plenty easy to talk and be heard. Ok...now comes the "annoyances". 1.) He has a tiny lisp. This is ok. I can deal with this (surprisingly!). On the other hand, number 2) He says "sumpin'" instead of something! WTH? Is this a colloquialism of the Baltimore and/or surrounding area kind? The first time he said this, I did a Molly look. You know the look that a dog gives you with a little head tilt when you say a word familiar to the dog but they aren't 100% positive that's what you said? Yeah, that's what my facial expression looked like. Then when he said it again, I wanted to punch either him or myself in the face... didn't matter which! With all that said, the rest of the date was decent. We chatted for a bit, then decided that the dinner crowd was coming in so we should give the table up. I got a hug before jumping into my car and heading to Starbucks for a Nonfat Pumpkin Latte (no whip) which was all I could think about for at least the last 45 minutes of sitting there. I don't think it was a love connection or even a "will turn into a long term relationship connection" but it was a night out and he did pay! :) I would certainly go out with him again if asked. If that does occur, I will definitely try to avoid any conversation where the word "something" might pop up or at least hope that I'm not PMSing at the time or else the second date won't end on a good note simply because of the word "something" and my lovely PMS disposition!
I can't even get a good read on him as to whether or not he is interested in hanging out again. He does work long hours (shift work) and says he prefers to stay in lately so... Elefino (this word is the answer to my favorite riddle of all time, hope someone out there gets it. I'm pretty sure it's mentioned in a past blog or 4 as well)! As usual, I will keep you all up-to-date with any updates that might be updated. :) Until then, Arrivederci!
So the date.... well, he suggested Brian Boru's which is an Irish joint in Severna Park. I'm always up for wherever and definitely up for new places so I was excited to see this place. I wasn't too terribly excited to hear it was an Irish place but I can find SOMETHING edible wherever I go. Despite what some of my friends may say, I'm not that picky when it comes to food but I don't eat a lot of meat (red or otherwise) and the Irish love their meat! Lucky for me, they also love their potato leek soup and portobello mushroom sandwiches. (I had the latter.) I showed up a tad earlier than agreed upon (as any smart girl would) and he told me he was running a bit late but showed up on time...sneaky move but I'm way sneakier (sneaker, sneaker!). We were the only two in the room for a bit of time so it was plenty easy to talk and be heard. Ok...now comes the "annoyances". 1.) He has a tiny lisp. This is ok. I can deal with this (surprisingly!). On the other hand, number 2) He says "sumpin'" instead of something! WTH? Is this a colloquialism of the Baltimore and/or surrounding area kind? The first time he said this, I did a Molly look. You know the look that a dog gives you with a little head tilt when you say a word familiar to the dog but they aren't 100% positive that's what you said? Yeah, that's what my facial expression looked like. Then when he said it again, I wanted to punch either him or myself in the face... didn't matter which! With all that said, the rest of the date was decent. We chatted for a bit, then decided that the dinner crowd was coming in so we should give the table up. I got a hug before jumping into my car and heading to Starbucks for a Nonfat Pumpkin Latte (no whip) which was all I could think about for at least the last 45 minutes of sitting there. I don't think it was a love connection or even a "will turn into a long term relationship connection" but it was a night out and he did pay! :) I would certainly go out with him again if asked. If that does occur, I will definitely try to avoid any conversation where the word "something" might pop up or at least hope that I'm not PMSing at the time or else the second date won't end on a good note simply because of the word "something" and my lovely PMS disposition!
I can't even get a good read on him as to whether or not he is interested in hanging out again. He does work long hours (shift work) and says he prefers to stay in lately so... Elefino (this word is the answer to my favorite riddle of all time, hope someone out there gets it. I'm pretty sure it's mentioned in a past blog or 4 as well)! As usual, I will keep you all up-to-date with any updates that might be updated. :) Until then, Arrivederci!
Friday, August 15, 2014
Closure to Scott AKA Mr. Close to Perfect
So I realized I never officially closed on Scott. Well, it all went to pot pretty fast, and all because of Facebook. He asked if he could friend request me. I told him that I don't like to mix Facebook friends with dates. Everyone needs a place/space that is "theirs" and people misread/misconstrue things that are said on FB which leads to arguments that are unnecessary. He thought this was strange and said he needed some time to think about it. I knew right there that it was doomed. He got back to me about 6 hours later and said that he just thinks that it's odd and feels that I'm hiding something and therefore he doesn't think it's a good idea to continue the friendship. I simply told him that I'm sorry he feels that way and take care. There's plenty of fish in the sea, right?
This all went down this past Monday (today is Friday). I haven't heard from him since Monday until today around 4:00. He sent me a text out of the blue that said " You're so adorable. I had a lot of fun that night. Mostly because I was in such great company. What a shame, I really liked you."
My response? "Not enough apparently.... It's all good!"
I wouldn't be able to blog about the guys if I added them to my FB friends! DUH! Plus, I felt like he wasn't genuinely curious about adding me. It felt as if he just wanted to be in my business and scope out who I talk to. I do feel FB causes unnecessary drama though so I wouldn't add him anyway. Perhaps if we were serious WAY down the road...but certainly not after 3 dates!
My mom asked me if I would give him a second chance... after thinking about it, I am going with no. I can't be with someone who doesn't trust me. I did nothing to make him not trust me or feel like I'm not trustworthy. If he's that skeptical on date 3, then I don't need that skepticism in my life and I can do better!
This all went down this past Monday (today is Friday). I haven't heard from him since Monday until today around 4:00. He sent me a text out of the blue that said " You're so adorable. I had a lot of fun that night. Mostly because I was in such great company. What a shame, I really liked you."
My response? "Not enough apparently.... It's all good!"
I wouldn't be able to blog about the guys if I added them to my FB friends! DUH! Plus, I felt like he wasn't genuinely curious about adding me. It felt as if he just wanted to be in my business and scope out who I talk to. I do feel FB causes unnecessary drama though so I wouldn't add him anyway. Perhaps if we were serious WAY down the road...but certainly not after 3 dates!
My mom asked me if I would give him a second chance... after thinking about it, I am going with no. I can't be with someone who doesn't trust me. I did nothing to make him not trust me or feel like I'm not trustworthy. If he's that skeptical on date 3, then I don't need that skepticism in my life and I can do better!
Sunday, August 10, 2014
Close To Perfect Date # 3
If you're keeping track, today makes the third consecutive day that I have seen Scott. This my friends is a new record.
He texted me this afternoon and asked if I wanted to grab some Chipotle with him. YES! Chipotle is always a YES! He picked me up (yes, this was a proper date) and after eating, we walked around Pier One and the rest of the stores in the center. We were heading to Caribou for coffee but it's GONE! I believe a tear ran down my face but I played it off as sweat! A company called Zu Coffee is going in there! I hope it's a zoo theme! That might make up for the fact that they took my Caribou away! So, we went down to Starbucks and I had to hear a dissertation about how Starbucks is run by liberals and how he would never go to Starbucks and they are against the troops... and I told him that I am getting Starbucks because their raspberry mocha lattes are delicious and he said he will get a coffee too but he won't be happy about it. I told him I would give them my money if he didn't want to give them his. He paid anyway! :) If my heart wasn't set on a raspberry mocha then I would have gone to Chic-Fil-A for coffee because they have some good coffee...but he probably doesn't like that company either! I'm not sure where they fall on the liberal/conservative scale.
When Scott refers to things he likes, he puts me in the future tense with him. For example, he will say things like "You'll see what I'm talking about soon enough" or " I'm thinking of getting a second bike and we can ride together on the trail".
I already know that my dad will be more infatuated with Scott than I could ever be! They are going to be like 2 peas in a pod. Don't "they" say, girls find guys that are like their dads.... that might just be true! I've always looked up to my dad as a great male role model. He's a hard worker, cares for his family and would do anything in his power to protect his family. I'd be lucky to find someone like him... perhaps I already did!
I'm interested to see if he's going to go through with this postponed date that's set for Tuesday or not... I'll keep you all informed! :)
He texted me this afternoon and asked if I wanted to grab some Chipotle with him. YES! Chipotle is always a YES! He picked me up (yes, this was a proper date) and after eating, we walked around Pier One and the rest of the stores in the center. We were heading to Caribou for coffee but it's GONE! I believe a tear ran down my face but I played it off as sweat! A company called Zu Coffee is going in there! I hope it's a zoo theme! That might make up for the fact that they took my Caribou away! So, we went down to Starbucks and I had to hear a dissertation about how Starbucks is run by liberals and how he would never go to Starbucks and they are against the troops... and I told him that I am getting Starbucks because their raspberry mocha lattes are delicious and he said he will get a coffee too but he won't be happy about it. I told him I would give them my money if he didn't want to give them his. He paid anyway! :) If my heart wasn't set on a raspberry mocha then I would have gone to Chic-Fil-A for coffee because they have some good coffee...but he probably doesn't like that company either! I'm not sure where they fall on the liberal/conservative scale.
When Scott refers to things he likes, he puts me in the future tense with him. For example, he will say things like "You'll see what I'm talking about soon enough" or " I'm thinking of getting a second bike and we can ride together on the trail".
I already know that my dad will be more infatuated with Scott than I could ever be! They are going to be like 2 peas in a pod. Don't "they" say, girls find guys that are like their dads.... that might just be true! I've always looked up to my dad as a great male role model. He's a hard worker, cares for his family and would do anything in his power to protect his family. I'd be lucky to find someone like him... perhaps I already did!
I'm interested to see if he's going to go through with this postponed date that's set for Tuesday or not... I'll keep you all informed! :)
Saturday, August 9, 2014
Close To Perfect Date #2
So Scott was suppose to have a date today but said that the girl wanted to postpone the date to Tuesday due to not feeling well. He thinks she either got scared or had another date and that's the cover story. I froggered over to the Towne Centre (apparently Crofton/Gambrills is all about Old English spellings) for their Saturday night concert. I told Scott he could join if he wanted. It took him a bit to respond but he ended up meeting me over there in Panera. I just finished stuffing my face so I got to watch him as he ate. We then walked down to get some froyo at Yolavie which I've been thinking about all day. It was glorious and every bit as good as I had imagined all day! :) This also presented me with the opportunity to observe his utensil holding skills. I would have called it quits right there if he went Caveman style on me! Luckily, he holds his spoon correctly.
OH, while walking down to Yolavie he grabbed my hand (in a smooth, nonchalant way) and asked if that was ok. I said yes, but I was screaming NO on the inside. I just think holding hands is weird. I have no idea why. It's strange to me.... but I went with it and was keeping an open mind. When we left Yolavie, ok... I admit the whole time, well some of the time, while we were there I was wondering if he was going to want to hold hands on the way back and how I might be able to skirt around it.... yes, this bothers me this much that it interferes my thoughts while enjoying delicious froyo with a great guy! So we leave Yolavie and he puts his arm around my shoulders.... ok, I can get with that. Less strange than holding hands in my opinion, or as the cool kids say IMO.
So, since I walked over, I asked if he was going to drive me to my place so I don't have to frogger it back late at night. He agreed. When we got to his truck, he faced me and I asked if he was going to allow me to ride in the cab of the truck or if I had to ride in the bed. He said he might open the door but it would cost a kiss. I told him I could work with bribery! I will definitely need to work on his kissing technique but like anything within relationships, everything gets better with time.
While in his truck, and I would do this to ANYONE, I began pushing buttons and lifting things and straightening things out. I like exploring people's belongings. You gain a lot of information based on what a person's car guts look like. I didn't find anything alarming, or even fun. Just a typical guy's truck. He said it was "messy" because it had one coffee cup and a napkin on the floor.... He would DIE if he saw my car. I'm not even sure what's in there. It's like Christmas all over again when I open the trunk because I find something I forgot I had! I'm pretty sure I could live out of my car if needed too... and live well!
So he dropped me off and being my mother's child, I tripped going up the steps and busted my knee.
OH, while walking down to Yolavie he grabbed my hand (in a smooth, nonchalant way) and asked if that was ok. I said yes, but I was screaming NO on the inside. I just think holding hands is weird. I have no idea why. It's strange to me.... but I went with it and was keeping an open mind. When we left Yolavie, ok... I admit the whole time, well some of the time, while we were there I was wondering if he was going to want to hold hands on the way back and how I might be able to skirt around it.... yes, this bothers me this much that it interferes my thoughts while enjoying delicious froyo with a great guy! So we leave Yolavie and he puts his arm around my shoulders.... ok, I can get with that. Less strange than holding hands in my opinion, or as the cool kids say IMO.
So, since I walked over, I asked if he was going to drive me to my place so I don't have to frogger it back late at night. He agreed. When we got to his truck, he faced me and I asked if he was going to allow me to ride in the cab of the truck or if I had to ride in the bed. He said he might open the door but it would cost a kiss. I told him I could work with bribery! I will definitely need to work on his kissing technique but like anything within relationships, everything gets better with time.
While in his truck, and I would do this to ANYONE, I began pushing buttons and lifting things and straightening things out. I like exploring people's belongings. You gain a lot of information based on what a person's car guts look like. I didn't find anything alarming, or even fun. Just a typical guy's truck. He said it was "messy" because it had one coffee cup and a napkin on the floor.... He would DIE if he saw my car. I'm not even sure what's in there. It's like Christmas all over again when I open the trunk because I find something I forgot I had! I'm pretty sure I could live out of my car if needed too... and live well!
So he dropped me off and being my mother's child, I tripped going up the steps and busted my knee.
Luckily, I got up like a pro, Pee Wee Herman style (Like I meant to do that) and looked around. He was already on the other side of the lot so I was in the clear. I texted him when I got in and told him to text when he got home. Like a soldier, he followed directions and texted "I'm home". I then had a bit of wonderment and thought "uh-oh, perhaps pushing buttons and lifting things in his truck was a no-no." So I asked if he was still interested and he replied with a "yes, very". Phew....
Side note: He has the most amazing blue eyes I've ever seen. I'm looking forward to what may come! :)
Mr. Close To Perfect Date #1
OK, so his name is Scott. He's 6 years older than me and is divorced, no kids. He raises pit bulls and works at a family run business in Gambrills/Crofton, lives in a small house that he owns with a lot of acreage. I truly do not know how this guy is single. He claims that by women's standards, he's " too short and too conservative". He is 5'8" but anything taller than 5'0 is tall compared to me! :) I am infatuated and intrigued more than I have been with anyone else.
Date deets: We went to The Greene Turtle. He opened doors, pulled out my chair... so nice! We had a few drinks, listened to a great band, and had a couple appetizers. Great conversation was had. I confessed to doing research on him prior to meeting. He was shocked that I knew his last name and had a moment of panic when I told him I knew his birthday and address as well. :) I do my homework! I think I had to use the phrase "truly crazy people don't tell people they know these details about them, therefore I'm not crazy." I also pointed out that I didn't HAVE to confess I knew this info. and I could have very well pretended that I had no clue, therefore I'm not crazy. That must have seemed rational to him because he didn't flee when I went to the bathroom. He is very conservative but I don't see that as a negative at all. I would love to get him in a room with my dad and a couple die hard Republican friends of mine (Martha, Brenda, Kendra). They would get along so well! He hunts, fishes (strange word), has morals and values and was raised right! We don't agree on the religion aspect but hopefully that's not a deal breaker. Most of my friends are religious and most are Catholic. I was raised Catholic and somewhere along the line I strayed. I don't fault or bash those that are believers just as I hope they respect my belief not to believe. Once I explained this to him, and after he said it was weird, he seemed to be ok with the whole thing. (Let's hope, or in your case pray!) The bill came and it was ninety something bucks (yeah, we had some drinks-30 of it was food!). I totally offered to pay half and he insisted on the contrary. I offered a couple times, even offered the tip. I still got turned down. THAT my friend is how it's done! If I was a floozy, he totally would have been IN! Yes, that kind of IN! However, despite some rumors that you may or may not have heard, I am a good, respectable girl and not a floozy!
He walked me to my car and there was some PG 13 type kissing.
NOW, FOR THE MOST RETARDED, IDIOTIC THING I'VE EVER DONE: I pulled into my parking lot, so happy to have a decent spot where I don't have to walk through some shady bushes and can actually see my front door from the spot and realize I don't have my apartment key! I just took the car key, thinking it would be easier to carry in my wristlet than a gaggle of keys. So I text Scott, confessing my idioticness (spellcheck is telling me this is not a word but it should be and so I claim it to be so!) and he says that his place is a mess but I'm welcome to stay there if I need a place. So IN, if I was floozy like! However, I decide to try my mom's place first. I text my triad of siblings and my mother and like the non-nocturnal people they are, they do not respond. Hmmm... so I go to my mom's house and try to see if the door, which is ALWAYS unlocked, is unlocked. NO! So, I try to open the window.... Nope! The other window? Nope! Ok, so I hop back in the car, tell Scott I'm still a dumbass and locked out of mom's house with no burglar skills to assist. He again tells me that I can stay at his place but may not like him after seeing his place due to the mess. He clearly has NO CLUE about my lovely home keeping skills and a dog that craps on the floor daily. I told him nothing I see will surmount to what I have at home and would never judge anyone based on that (unless it was hoarder style). On my way back to my apartment (awaiting Scott's message), I had an epiphany. I kept thinking and thinking, "I'm not this stupid. I never leave without my keys. I hang them by the door knob for this very reason. WTH?" Then, It HITS ME (Tristy, I picture your mom hitting her forehead every time I hear that phrase and I hope you do too or else you are not going to understand why I do), I AM smart and I DID bring a gaggle of keys with me. I "hid them" beside the seat when I got to TGT. I am going to go ahead and blame my antibiotics for this night of confusion. My amoxicillin I'm on for my ear infection makes my head jumbled as is and then I had the bright idea to take it before a date at a bar where I knew I would be engaging in a drink or four. Apparently, confusion and sleeplessness are rare side effects of antibiotics and I feel weird about 10 minutes in from taking it. Alcohol magnifies the effects and can slow the effectiveness. I'm totally blaming the Amoxicillin, yep!
Once, I confessed to Scott that not only was I an idiot, but I was a double idiot, he still said he had a great time and wants to see me again. I told him that he just needs to name the time and the place and I'm in because he is a rare find. He said he feels the same about me (yeah, I'm a rare find alright) and wants to see me soon. I hope to hear from him and to see him again soon!
It's 3 am and I'm wide awake! Hopefully once I close this laptop my brain will shut off due to lack of stimulation! I will be sure to keep all you fine people updated on this rare specimen of the male species.
Date deets: We went to The Greene Turtle. He opened doors, pulled out my chair... so nice! We had a few drinks, listened to a great band, and had a couple appetizers. Great conversation was had. I confessed to doing research on him prior to meeting. He was shocked that I knew his last name and had a moment of panic when I told him I knew his birthday and address as well. :) I do my homework! I think I had to use the phrase "truly crazy people don't tell people they know these details about them, therefore I'm not crazy." I also pointed out that I didn't HAVE to confess I knew this info. and I could have very well pretended that I had no clue, therefore I'm not crazy. That must have seemed rational to him because he didn't flee when I went to the bathroom. He is very conservative but I don't see that as a negative at all. I would love to get him in a room with my dad and a couple die hard Republican friends of mine (Martha, Brenda, Kendra). They would get along so well! He hunts, fishes (strange word), has morals and values and was raised right! We don't agree on the religion aspect but hopefully that's not a deal breaker. Most of my friends are religious and most are Catholic. I was raised Catholic and somewhere along the line I strayed. I don't fault or bash those that are believers just as I hope they respect my belief not to believe. Once I explained this to him, and after he said it was weird, he seemed to be ok with the whole thing. (Let's hope, or in your case pray!) The bill came and it was ninety something bucks (yeah, we had some drinks-30 of it was food!). I totally offered to pay half and he insisted on the contrary. I offered a couple times, even offered the tip. I still got turned down. THAT my friend is how it's done! If I was a floozy, he totally would have been IN! Yes, that kind of IN! However, despite some rumors that you may or may not have heard, I am a good, respectable girl and not a floozy!
He walked me to my car and there was some PG 13 type kissing.
NOW, FOR THE MOST RETARDED, IDIOTIC THING I'VE EVER DONE: I pulled into my parking lot, so happy to have a decent spot where I don't have to walk through some shady bushes and can actually see my front door from the spot and realize I don't have my apartment key! I just took the car key, thinking it would be easier to carry in my wristlet than a gaggle of keys. So I text Scott, confessing my idioticness (spellcheck is telling me this is not a word but it should be and so I claim it to be so!) and he says that his place is a mess but I'm welcome to stay there if I need a place. So IN, if I was floozy like! However, I decide to try my mom's place first. I text my triad of siblings and my mother and like the non-nocturnal people they are, they do not respond. Hmmm... so I go to my mom's house and try to see if the door, which is ALWAYS unlocked, is unlocked. NO! So, I try to open the window.... Nope! The other window? Nope! Ok, so I hop back in the car, tell Scott I'm still a dumbass and locked out of mom's house with no burglar skills to assist. He again tells me that I can stay at his place but may not like him after seeing his place due to the mess. He clearly has NO CLUE about my lovely home keeping skills and a dog that craps on the floor daily. I told him nothing I see will surmount to what I have at home and would never judge anyone based on that (unless it was hoarder style). On my way back to my apartment (awaiting Scott's message), I had an epiphany. I kept thinking and thinking, "I'm not this stupid. I never leave without my keys. I hang them by the door knob for this very reason. WTH?" Then, It HITS ME (Tristy, I picture your mom hitting her forehead every time I hear that phrase and I hope you do too or else you are not going to understand why I do), I AM smart and I DID bring a gaggle of keys with me. I "hid them" beside the seat when I got to TGT. I am going to go ahead and blame my antibiotics for this night of confusion. My amoxicillin I'm on for my ear infection makes my head jumbled as is and then I had the bright idea to take it before a date at a bar where I knew I would be engaging in a drink or four. Apparently, confusion and sleeplessness are rare side effects of antibiotics and I feel weird about 10 minutes in from taking it. Alcohol magnifies the effects and can slow the effectiveness. I'm totally blaming the Amoxicillin, yep!
Once, I confessed to Scott that not only was I an idiot, but I was a double idiot, he still said he had a great time and wants to see me again. I told him that he just needs to name the time and the place and I'm in because he is a rare find. He said he feels the same about me (yeah, I'm a rare find alright) and wants to see me soon. I hope to hear from him and to see him again soon!
It's 3 am and I'm wide awake! Hopefully once I close this laptop my brain will shut off due to lack of stimulation! I will be sure to keep all you fine people updated on this rare specimen of the male species.
Sunday, May 4, 2014
Looking forward....
Ok, so guy #2 and I had a conversation this morning that lasted a while (it's going on an hour and half now). I texted him this morning and told him that if he was no longer interested to please let me know and not just vanish like so many people do. He texted me back and said he had been sleeping since 5 yesterday evening to 8:30 this morning! WOW! I couldn't sleep that long, ever. He decided to call me instead of texting back and forth and we just talked about whatever and what the possibilities of "us" are. He told me that I seemed a bit distant yesterday and he was hoping for a kiss at the end of the date but I seemed to get out of there in a hurry so he wasn't sure that I was interested. I told him, first you need to work for a kiss and those aren't just passed out on the second "date". Second, I had been out the night before and wasn't 100% feeling well so I wasn't as outgoing as I normally am.
After talking for a bit about where we both stand, what we came up with is that it's not going to be turning into a long term thing, ever. He is not moving from So. Md. and I told him there is no way I would ever move to So. Md. Another hinderance is the fact that he lives 1.5 hours away and is only able to date every other week. Plus he owns a bird.... why anyone owns a bird and allows the bird to fly around freely is beyond me! This is just one more thing that solidifies that nothing serious will manifest because my animals would eat his bird! He clearly underestimates my animals because he said " I don't know about your dog and cat going after my bird. My bird would sit on top of the refrigerator just looking at them." Um yeah...NO! The bird would be dead by one or both of my crazy "kids". We both came to the consensus that "we" are not ever going to be anything serious due to all the above mentioned things. He said he'd still be willing to hang out and do things as would I. I want to go shooting and he said he would still be willing to take me one day. At least he's someone to hang out with and do things with. We are just different and I'm more into watching sports and traveling and he's more of a "bird guy" and into visiting antique places and museums. I can spend some time in a museum but I'm certainly not caring about all the history behind every little thing. Give me a good scavenger hunt and I'm in!
So, moving onward and keeping the look out for guy # 3.
After talking for a bit about where we both stand, what we came up with is that it's not going to be turning into a long term thing, ever. He is not moving from So. Md. and I told him there is no way I would ever move to So. Md. Another hinderance is the fact that he lives 1.5 hours away and is only able to date every other week. Plus he owns a bird.... why anyone owns a bird and allows the bird to fly around freely is beyond me! This is just one more thing that solidifies that nothing serious will manifest because my animals would eat his bird! He clearly underestimates my animals because he said " I don't know about your dog and cat going after my bird. My bird would sit on top of the refrigerator just looking at them." Um yeah...NO! The bird would be dead by one or both of my crazy "kids". We both came to the consensus that "we" are not ever going to be anything serious due to all the above mentioned things. He said he'd still be willing to hang out and do things as would I. I want to go shooting and he said he would still be willing to take me one day. At least he's someone to hang out with and do things with. We are just different and I'm more into watching sports and traveling and he's more of a "bird guy" and into visiting antique places and museums. I can spend some time in a museum but I'm certainly not caring about all the history behind every little thing. Give me a good scavenger hunt and I'm in!
So, moving onward and keeping the look out for guy # 3.
Saturday, May 3, 2014
Guy #2, Date # 2
So... today was date number 2! I'm retarded and went out last night to the bar and had a couple too many Long Islands. I woke up with a twinge of a headache and a not so great belly but I figured it would get better when I got moving. It did get better but not until about 3:00.
I met him at the Walmart in Prince Frederick at about 10 (I was half hour late! PF is FAR!). I was kind of expecting a gift! We then proceeded to go to the Calvert Maritime Museum. Today was their reopening day and it was free plus there were tons of different activities and things going on there. The otters were my highlight! He's also a walking encyclopedia. He knows EVERYTHING about EVERYTHING! Sometimes I just want to look at a picture of an old dude and not hear the history or the thingamajig he's holding! I'm cool with calling it a thingamajig! I'm also cool with silence. There doesn't have to be conversation every minute. I know some people get nervous when it's quiet but I don't mind it (I know this might be surprising coming from me!). However, he's definitely a good sport. When I noticed a cut out, pirate, photo-op I said "Oooo.... go get behind there and let me take a pic." He said "ok." I like when people say OK after I tell them to do something! Some might call that "bossy".... I prefer "decisive"! :) Around 12:30 we decided to go to Solomon's Island to grab lunch. We both wanted crabs but they didn't have any in yet so I settled for Cream of Lacking in Crab Soup and Salad. HE PAID! :) WOOP! WOOP! We then walked around the town and went into the Oyster Museum- it's better than it sounds! We then drove around the Island just to look at the scenery and hate on the people that live lavish lives. He then said he didn't know what else we could do but rattled off about 3 ideas. I was up for whatever. I was getting sleepy though so I told him I needed to probably leave the area around 4 or so to get back to Molly, which was true. My girl needed her dinner! He said something about me not sticking around for dinner. Apparently, when he said we would make a day of it, he meant the WHOLE day. I told him that I would gladly stay but my dog needs food and to go potty. Really, I was looking forward to seeing the inside of my eyelids in my bed! Not that I was having a terrible time, because I wasn't! I was just tired.
So he took me to his Aunt and Uncle's beach house at Cove Point. He said "I'm sure you're not anticipating meeting my family on the second date and this might be a bit awkward, but I feel like I have to say hi to them if I stop at their house to park my car." I didn't have a problem with it especially after meeting his Aunt and Uncle. She's awesome. She told him she would have "beat the shit out of him" if he had parked and not stopped to say hi. I knew right then that I liked her! :) We walked down to the beach where we looked for about an hour and half for shark's teeth. He found 7 and I found bupkis! I did find 1 piece of sea glass and several pretty shells so I will take it. I found some teeth but they weren't sharks teeth or at least I don't think they are... they are gray and less triangular. Whatever, it was fun regardless. After that, he brought me back to my car and I travelled home. It was an enjoyable day and definitely the longest date I've ever been on. I'd like to see a third date happen but we shall see.... I put it out there and I haven't gotten a response. We shall see! New learned fact of the day: His ex and I share the same first name! She must be the evil Melissa because I'm clearly the awesome one!
I met him at the Walmart in Prince Frederick at about 10 (I was half hour late! PF is FAR!). I was kind of expecting a gift! We then proceeded to go to the Calvert Maritime Museum. Today was their reopening day and it was free plus there were tons of different activities and things going on there. The otters were my highlight! He's also a walking encyclopedia. He knows EVERYTHING about EVERYTHING! Sometimes I just want to look at a picture of an old dude and not hear the history or the thingamajig he's holding! I'm cool with calling it a thingamajig! I'm also cool with silence. There doesn't have to be conversation every minute. I know some people get nervous when it's quiet but I don't mind it (I know this might be surprising coming from me!). However, he's definitely a good sport. When I noticed a cut out, pirate, photo-op I said "Oooo.... go get behind there and let me take a pic." He said "ok." I like when people say OK after I tell them to do something! Some might call that "bossy".... I prefer "decisive"! :) Around 12:30 we decided to go to Solomon's Island to grab lunch. We both wanted crabs but they didn't have any in yet so I settled for Cream of Lacking in Crab Soup and Salad. HE PAID! :) WOOP! WOOP! We then walked around the town and went into the Oyster Museum- it's better than it sounds! We then drove around the Island just to look at the scenery and hate on the people that live lavish lives. He then said he didn't know what else we could do but rattled off about 3 ideas. I was up for whatever. I was getting sleepy though so I told him I needed to probably leave the area around 4 or so to get back to Molly, which was true. My girl needed her dinner! He said something about me not sticking around for dinner. Apparently, when he said we would make a day of it, he meant the WHOLE day. I told him that I would gladly stay but my dog needs food and to go potty. Really, I was looking forward to seeing the inside of my eyelids in my bed! Not that I was having a terrible time, because I wasn't! I was just tired.
So he took me to his Aunt and Uncle's beach house at Cove Point. He said "I'm sure you're not anticipating meeting my family on the second date and this might be a bit awkward, but I feel like I have to say hi to them if I stop at their house to park my car." I didn't have a problem with it especially after meeting his Aunt and Uncle. She's awesome. She told him she would have "beat the shit out of him" if he had parked and not stopped to say hi. I knew right then that I liked her! :) We walked down to the beach where we looked for about an hour and half for shark's teeth. He found 7 and I found bupkis! I did find 1 piece of sea glass and several pretty shells so I will take it. I found some teeth but they weren't sharks teeth or at least I don't think they are... they are gray and less triangular. Whatever, it was fun regardless. After that, he brought me back to my car and I travelled home. It was an enjoyable day and definitely the longest date I've ever been on. I'd like to see a third date happen but we shall see.... I put it out there and I haven't gotten a response. We shall see! New learned fact of the day: His ex and I share the same first name! She must be the evil Melissa because I'm clearly the awesome one!
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| Pirate Jon! |
Monday, April 28, 2014
Guy # 2
Ok, so here it is the end of April and I just got back from my second date of the year. WOW is this year slow moving! Ok...ok...you didn't come here to read about my inner brain workings and ponderings of the movement of the year thus far. You came here to get the dirt on the date... potential stud or dud? Well..... here are all the deets....
Background: Guy #2 hails from Mechanicsville, is 37 (38 in 2 weeks), has a 5 year old daughter, is separated (be a year in September), and works as an IT guy at some DOD University.
He originally said he could meet me at the Edgewater Greene Turtle. However, me being so smart and all, informed him that it would be the same distance and time if he drove to the Crofton Greene Turtle. So, being the nice guy he is, he drove an hour and a half to meet me at the Crofton GT. He was there before me because, well, I honestly wasn't convinced he was going to show and I didn't want to be disappointed (I've done this enough times to never count your eggs until they are hatched or whatever). When I got the The Greene Turtle, he had roses -yes, roses- for me. Now some of you might be thinking "Awwww, how sweet." Those that know me are thinking "Uh oh, that was a bad move. Melissa is putting on her running shoes." I'm not the most of romantical of people and what most girls find romantic or generous I find creepy or ulterior motive driven. I'm not sure how I feel about these roses just yet, but they are pretty and I did think it was a sweet gesture. NOT expected in the least!
So I sit, and conversation is flowy. No awkward silences, no one person monopolizing the conversation although he does go into great detail about things that my attention span does not allow me to keep hold of. I'm pretty sure my eyes started to glaze over a couple of times. He brought up his ex a couple times and asked if I wanted to know the details of why they broke up. I had already told him that that wasn't really my business and I don't need to know. The only thing I needed to know was that he was free and clear to date and that's all I cared about. He said that he doesn't have a problem talking about it but most people don't really want to hear about it. No shit! Which is why I have told you that I don't really need to know. I'm sure it had something to do with her doing something shady and he got butt hurt. After about the third time of skirting around the topic, I could tell he needed to get something out there. So he continued to tell me that she cheated on him with one of his friends and he discovered it by seeing the phone record .... blah blah blah..... see no one really wants to hear about it and he's crying some " she done me wrong" song. I made it through and nodded my head hear and there with a "uh huh" and an "oh" every so often to add to the fact that I was indeed listening and sympathizing.
Other topics of conversation included gun ranges! I told him I'd never been and would love to go shoot someone, oops, I mean shoot something one day. He asked if I was left handed or right handed and I had to explain that I shoot left but sight right. Apparently this is not good and I need to learn to shoot right. I knew this already but ladies, it's always nice to let the guy feel like he's teaching you something (hint hint). It makes him feel needed and necessary. Therefore, I nodded and added a "oh really? Why is that?" in there for good measure! He said that he would take me to a shooting range sometime. I agreed (sincerely) that that would be fun! He also asked me if I would ever consider moving to another part of Maryland. Now THIS scared me more than the roses! I told him that sure, I thought about it but I love this area and couldn't imagine living anywhere else but hey, you never know!
Well, so far so good right? The bill comes and yes, I know he drove an hour and a half to see me, and bought me roses but c'mon, pick up the damn bill! The bill was 43 and change. I told him I only had a card which was his cue to say "No, it's ok. I got it." Um....yeah not quite the way it worked out. He actually said " I think I have some cash. Here I have 30." So no points for the bill pick up so it's a damn good thing that he brought those roses because now his brownie point status is leveled back to 0! Ok, perhaps that is a bit harsh considering he drove all the way out to me but hey, I'm worth it!
It was raining, not cats and dogs mind you but perhaps something smaller and lighter.... mice and canaries? I dunno. Why does it "rain cats and dogs" why can't it rain mice and canaries? Ok, any who! It was raining a bit when we left and you would have thought that he was Olaf (If you haven't seen Frozen, first, where have you been? Second, watch it! Third, he's a snowman!). He said well I'm going to bolt. I said ok, well thanks for coming out here and be careful going home. He gave me a hug which was a bit awkward because he had already pre-bolted when I decided to talk to him a bit more so see if he actually would melt and that's when he turned and hesitated but then committed to the hug. By the way, no meltage occurred (that I could see anyway). He said at least 2-3 times at the table that he had a nice evening and he was glad he came out. I agreed. Now, this isn't my first rodeo and I know that guys don't always say what they mean when they are on the actual date. They become braver when they are sitting back behind a computer screen. So we will see if what he said in person is actually true and a second date transpires. He doesn't have his daughter this weekend so we shall see... I'll keep you all faithful followers informed! :) Toot-A-Loo, Kangaroos!
Background: Guy #2 hails from Mechanicsville, is 37 (38 in 2 weeks), has a 5 year old daughter, is separated (be a year in September), and works as an IT guy at some DOD University.
He originally said he could meet me at the Edgewater Greene Turtle. However, me being so smart and all, informed him that it would be the same distance and time if he drove to the Crofton Greene Turtle. So, being the nice guy he is, he drove an hour and a half to meet me at the Crofton GT. He was there before me because, well, I honestly wasn't convinced he was going to show and I didn't want to be disappointed (I've done this enough times to never count your eggs until they are hatched or whatever). When I got the The Greene Turtle, he had roses -yes, roses- for me. Now some of you might be thinking "Awwww, how sweet." Those that know me are thinking "Uh oh, that was a bad move. Melissa is putting on her running shoes." I'm not the most of romantical of people and what most girls find romantic or generous I find creepy or ulterior motive driven. I'm not sure how I feel about these roses just yet, but they are pretty and I did think it was a sweet gesture. NOT expected in the least!
So I sit, and conversation is flowy. No awkward silences, no one person monopolizing the conversation although he does go into great detail about things that my attention span does not allow me to keep hold of. I'm pretty sure my eyes started to glaze over a couple of times. He brought up his ex a couple times and asked if I wanted to know the details of why they broke up. I had already told him that that wasn't really my business and I don't need to know. The only thing I needed to know was that he was free and clear to date and that's all I cared about. He said that he doesn't have a problem talking about it but most people don't really want to hear about it. No shit! Which is why I have told you that I don't really need to know. I'm sure it had something to do with her doing something shady and he got butt hurt. After about the third time of skirting around the topic, I could tell he needed to get something out there. So he continued to tell me that she cheated on him with one of his friends and he discovered it by seeing the phone record .... blah blah blah..... see no one really wants to hear about it and he's crying some " she done me wrong" song. I made it through and nodded my head hear and there with a "uh huh" and an "oh" every so often to add to the fact that I was indeed listening and sympathizing.
Other topics of conversation included gun ranges! I told him I'd never been and would love to go shoot someone, oops, I mean shoot something one day. He asked if I was left handed or right handed and I had to explain that I shoot left but sight right. Apparently this is not good and I need to learn to shoot right. I knew this already but ladies, it's always nice to let the guy feel like he's teaching you something (hint hint). It makes him feel needed and necessary. Therefore, I nodded and added a "oh really? Why is that?" in there for good measure! He said that he would take me to a shooting range sometime. I agreed (sincerely) that that would be fun! He also asked me if I would ever consider moving to another part of Maryland. Now THIS scared me more than the roses! I told him that sure, I thought about it but I love this area and couldn't imagine living anywhere else but hey, you never know!
Well, so far so good right? The bill comes and yes, I know he drove an hour and a half to see me, and bought me roses but c'mon, pick up the damn bill! The bill was 43 and change. I told him I only had a card which was his cue to say "No, it's ok. I got it." Um....yeah not quite the way it worked out. He actually said " I think I have some cash. Here I have 30." So no points for the bill pick up so it's a damn good thing that he brought those roses because now his brownie point status is leveled back to 0! Ok, perhaps that is a bit harsh considering he drove all the way out to me but hey, I'm worth it!
It was raining, not cats and dogs mind you but perhaps something smaller and lighter.... mice and canaries? I dunno. Why does it "rain cats and dogs" why can't it rain mice and canaries? Ok, any who! It was raining a bit when we left and you would have thought that he was Olaf (If you haven't seen Frozen, first, where have you been? Second, watch it! Third, he's a snowman!). He said well I'm going to bolt. I said ok, well thanks for coming out here and be careful going home. He gave me a hug which was a bit awkward because he had already pre-bolted when I decided to talk to him a bit more so see if he actually would melt and that's when he turned and hesitated but then committed to the hug. By the way, no meltage occurred (that I could see anyway). He said at least 2-3 times at the table that he had a nice evening and he was glad he came out. I agreed. Now, this isn't my first rodeo and I know that guys don't always say what they mean when they are on the actual date. They become braver when they are sitting back behind a computer screen. So we will see if what he said in person is actually true and a second date transpires. He doesn't have his daughter this weekend so we shall see... I'll keep you all faithful followers informed! :) Toot-A-Loo, Kangaroos!
Sunday, February 2, 2014
Dud # 1 and deets re: Potential Stud # 2
For every guy I blog about there's about 1-2 more that had potential but at some point they didn't make the cut to actually meet in person. At the request of one of my readers, I will post what I call the Red Flags. These are the ones that we talk for a bit and then before meeting they turn into a psycho for some reason.
I began talking to Red Flag # 1 right before the new year. We were suppose to meet 2 weeks ago but I was sick and then last weekend he was in the process of moving. He claimed to be 38, lives in St. Charles County and his name is Chad. I would hear from him at least once a day just to say hi, how was your day, or hope your day was good. We decided to meet yesterday but Friday night I decided to do some searching on marylandjudiciarycasesearch.com (which is a godsend for Maryland online daters BTW!). I didn't know his middle name but knew his birthday. So I came across a Chad with the same last name, and same birthday but not the correct year. The rest of the story will play out via drama like dialogue:
Me: You ever been arrested? Have a record?
RF1: Huh??? What kind of a weird question is that?
Me: Just wondering if you have a criminal past that I would know about! LOL.
RF1: Wow...seriously? No, but that's a tad judgmental don't ya think?
Me: No. How's that judgmental? If you said yes and I then said I don't want to meet you anymore without hearing you out, that would be judgmental.
RF1: Are you one of those people who thinks people who have been arrested are somehow bad people?
Me: How old are you again?
RF1: How old are you?
Me: 35
RF1: 38
Me: You have a middle name?
RF1: You are weirding me out.
Me: Why?
RF1: Because you are interrogating me. LOL
Me: Eugene?
RF1: If you don't feel comfortable, don't meet me...simple
Me: Well I did feel comfortable until this conversation because I'm not sure you're being honest.
RF1: Well then we won't meet... I have zero reason not to be but if you don't feel comfortable then I respect that.
Me: So your middle name isn't Eugene?
RF1: No... Chad is a nickname also...but hey no sweat. If you think I'm not being honest I will save the gas and you can do the same.
Me: There's a Chad with your bday that has tons of charges for pot and an assault charge, attempted murder charge....but he's older. Hey you can't fault me for being smart and precautions. I'm going to trust you until you give me a reason not to. But when I ask a question and it's not answered that may seem a bit shady. You never know who you are actually talking to until you meet.
RF1: That's cool...NO worries...don't worry about it. Enjoy your weekend.
Me: Wow, so that's it? Really? Who's judgmental?
At this point, I consider myself a professional dater! I know all the tricks, all the typical sayings that guys use, what's true, what's not true and how to dig for the dirt! Very little slips by me. I've learned as time went on. I meant to judiciary case search RF1 prior to Friday but it kept slipping my mind. It's very important to get the other person's first, middle and last name and birthday. With that information, you can find out a lot!
The new Potential Stud #2 is a bit older (41) and has already divulged his first, middle, and last name and birthday. He's in the (ch)Air Force and has a 9 year old son and a teenage daughter but different moms. He's technically still married to the son's mom but she is always at her "friend's" house and they both have lawyers going through the separation agreement stuff. I can deal with that... he was upfront and honest about it and I appreciate that. He could have hidden those facts but he didn't. That says a lot about him already. He lives in Severna Park and no plans to meet up are set yet but perhaps next weekend or if I'm feeling twirly one evening this week coffee and conversation will be had!
I began talking to Red Flag # 1 right before the new year. We were suppose to meet 2 weeks ago but I was sick and then last weekend he was in the process of moving. He claimed to be 38, lives in St. Charles County and his name is Chad. I would hear from him at least once a day just to say hi, how was your day, or hope your day was good. We decided to meet yesterday but Friday night I decided to do some searching on marylandjudiciarycasesearch.com (which is a godsend for Maryland online daters BTW!). I didn't know his middle name but knew his birthday. So I came across a Chad with the same last name, and same birthday but not the correct year. The rest of the story will play out via drama like dialogue:
Me: You ever been arrested? Have a record?
RF1: Huh??? What kind of a weird question is that?
Me: Just wondering if you have a criminal past that I would know about! LOL.
RF1: Wow...seriously? No, but that's a tad judgmental don't ya think?
Me: No. How's that judgmental? If you said yes and I then said I don't want to meet you anymore without hearing you out, that would be judgmental.
RF1: Are you one of those people who thinks people who have been arrested are somehow bad people?
Me: How old are you again?
RF1: How old are you?
Me: 35
RF1: 38
Me: You have a middle name?
RF1: You are weirding me out.
Me: Why?
RF1: Because you are interrogating me. LOL
Me: Eugene?
RF1: If you don't feel comfortable, don't meet me...simple
Me: Well I did feel comfortable until this conversation because I'm not sure you're being honest.
RF1: Well then we won't meet... I have zero reason not to be but if you don't feel comfortable then I respect that.
Me: So your middle name isn't Eugene?
RF1: No... Chad is a nickname also...but hey no sweat. If you think I'm not being honest I will save the gas and you can do the same.
Me: There's a Chad with your bday that has tons of charges for pot and an assault charge, attempted murder charge....but he's older. Hey you can't fault me for being smart and precautions. I'm going to trust you until you give me a reason not to. But when I ask a question and it's not answered that may seem a bit shady. You never know who you are actually talking to until you meet.
RF1: That's cool...NO worries...don't worry about it. Enjoy your weekend.
Me: Wow, so that's it? Really? Who's judgmental?
At this point, I consider myself a professional dater! I know all the tricks, all the typical sayings that guys use, what's true, what's not true and how to dig for the dirt! Very little slips by me. I've learned as time went on. I meant to judiciary case search RF1 prior to Friday but it kept slipping my mind. It's very important to get the other person's first, middle and last name and birthday. With that information, you can find out a lot!
The new Potential Stud #2 is a bit older (41) and has already divulged his first, middle, and last name and birthday. He's in the (ch)Air Force and has a 9 year old son and a teenage daughter but different moms. He's technically still married to the son's mom but she is always at her "friend's" house and they both have lawyers going through the separation agreement stuff. I can deal with that... he was upfront and honest about it and I appreciate that. He could have hidden those facts but he didn't. That says a lot about him already. He lives in Severna Park and no plans to meet up are set yet but perhaps next weekend or if I'm feeling twirly one evening this week coffee and conversation will be had!
Saturday, January 4, 2014
First Potential Stud of 2014!!!
New year, new outlook. I'm going to put more positivity out there this year that The One will be found by December 31, 2014. This is a HUGE task! I have been blogging about my monthly dates for going on three years now and I have yet to meet my 12 date quota. I'm going to begin numbering them this year in hopes that I will surpass 12 (1 per month).
With all that introductory crap out of the way, I continue with this year's (and blog's) first date details. John is the name, politeness is his game! He lives in DC and is a first year law student at Georgetown. He is 36, put 13 years into the Army, and is a native of Philadelphia. He is the oldest of 5 kids and seems to be an honest, down-to-earth guy.
All past blogged dates have been from either OKCUPID or PLENTY OF FISH (POF). Mr. John hails from eharmony. Eharmony is tricky! They let you think that there's "free communication", however, being a professional online dater, I know better. Sure, it's free until you get to the end of their guided question surveys. Then, in order to continue communication, you have to pay or else you are unable to communicate with them EVER again. Knowing this, I beat the system a bit and luckily, John is smart and figured out my cleverness!
I was going to suggest I meet him in DC since I haven't had a "Tourist Day" in the nation's capital in a long while. Then I came to my senses and realized if I did that then that is going to let him think that I'm just going to make accommodate him from the get go. Plus, if he wants to meet me and is serious about meeting me, then he can make the trip to me. I asked if he wanted to come out my way and he said sure! We met at Caribou Coffee. He was 5 minutes late because he was "lost" in the new Waugh Chapel Center going in circles trying to find the place. I had to direct him to the "old" center. Upon his introduction to me, he shook my hand. Interesting approach! A lot of people are concerned about the end of a date. "Will he try to kiss me? Will he ask to see me again? Is he going to walk me to my car? Will he shove me into the trunk of aforementioned car?" For me, the first meeting of a date is what I'm most curious. It's tough to know how to approach someone that you've only had a few text conversations with. Shake hands? Hug? Awkward wave? I'm sure it's more stressful for the guy in this situation because he's trying to impress and not look like a douche all the while trying to figure out if she wants to be touched, waved to or is shaking hands too douchey of a move? John was just smooth enough to pull off a good handshake! Him being rather cute helped that out as well. I'm not sure what's going on in the teeth department though. They are all accounted for, but it seems that there's some "graying" on some of them. I will chalk it up to improper lighting and hope for a better look-see in the future. I certainly would still keep him in the running if it wasn't a lighting issue because he has everything else going for him. We chatted at Caribou for about an hour and a half. He then had to get back home to work on school crap that needs to be done before Monday.
After a date, you typically know if the guy was into you or not. Not to toot my own horn or to seem a bit egotistical but all previous dates, either the guy was interested and I wasn't or it was mutual that the spark just wasn't there to make another date worthwhile. This date, with John, I have a feeling that I was more into him than he was me. Everything seemed to go well while talking. The conversation never went stale. However, when we were leaving I told him thanks for coming out this way. He said he had fun and "good luck with the rest of your class" and then gave me a hug. I was hoping for, "we should meet up again soon" or "perhaps next time, we can grab some dinner". Something! But his comment was kinda like saying "good luck in the future that I'm so not going to be there for!" Oh well, you can't win them all right or this would be a lot easier and way less blogging! Just more blogs by me to look forward to! I will be sure to put out an update IF (notice the BIG if) there's something to update. Til then- Sayonara
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