“Fador”able
So first off, “Fador”able has a sexy profile. He claims to be one of the only musicians in Los Angeles that supports himself on his music, that he usually only dates beautiful women, and that he doesn’t have a lot of time in his life for love…A challenge! Perfect.
So I wink at him
For those who don’t know, There is an man in my life who would describe himself in a very similar way and no matter how rude, degrading or arrogant he appears I still swoon when I hear his name. I will discuss this gem in a later post, but for now, understand that because of him I am constantly looking to conquer the arrogant hipster!
But, back to “Fador”able. No response, no response, and then…
A week later he writes me, blah blah blah “you seem like a sweet girl”
Silly boy,
A month later I get another email from him apologizing for taking so long, that he had been a few weird dates and was hesitant to go on another. But then asked if I would be his last date on Match.com
I was kind of bitter he didn’t choose me to be his first date.
Who the hell were these other girls, what did they look like?
But I also loved the idea of wowing him into wishing he had started with me. So I accepted.
First date, he takes me down town to the art walk to go see some exclusive comedy show in an old warehouse. I couldn’t ask for a cooler date!
We head in, names on the list, then up a weird elevator to a sweet private party with a casual open bar and hilariously raunchy comedy. The place was so hipsters I couldn’t get over it. Folding chairs, Christmas lights, sloppy Jewish comedians, and free Heinekens, I think I fell in love with him right there!
After the show we sat on the fire escape, (romantic right?) and talked about stupid dates and what we did in life. Fascinating guy, but I started to sense he was an uber nerd in his early years. I was hoping to impress a snobby elitist, charm the pants off a guy that was too sexy for girls like me, not a guys who was a nerdy engineer turned musician who gets off on picking up girls who would have spat in his face in high school.
The challenge was dwindling and so I ended the date early.
He walked me to my car, I think he went in for a kiss, I did the obligatory first date cheek and called it a night.
There was something exciting in the air, did I like him? Or did I just like the idea of him? I agreed to a second date. We’ll see where this goes…
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Mr. Affliction or Addiction
So after some brief emails on Match I decide to meet up with Buy number ?, he lives in Venice, likes music, is in advertising, sounds good enough so I accept a date and drive my ass over to Venice during 5olcock traffic. We go to Nikkis on Market Street, I have heard its super Bro’d out so I’m already hesitant about this guy, but he promises a good happy hour so I decide to accept. I get there, I’m early, I hate that, so I hit the rest room to fix myself up, I’m right off work from the yoga store so I look like a dirty hippy. I readjust my purple yoga pants, try to make my boobs like nice in my built in bra “high Compression” tank top and pop on some lip gloss. He texts me that he’s wearing a black LA dodger’s hat and I peer out the bathroom door to scope out the crowd. I see this big dude sitting by the window.
Deep breath, ok I’m ready.
I approach with a big smile and a wave he stands up,
sweet he’s tall,
he gives me a handshake I lean in for a hug, all around an awkward exchange of gestures but we handle it and sit down.
So first of all this guys should be dating my friend Nicole, sorry Nicole, he has San Diego written all over him. He has on a black dodgers hat, flat brim, over his died black hair, a deep v I belive its Affliciton brand, with necklaces screen printed on the front, some fly white kicks and a huge blinged out watch, Nixon I presume. I want to judge immediately but I hold back, this could be my new love.
In the end the guys is really nice, down to earth, big man with a heart of gold. I order a beer he orders a coke. Great now I just feel like a big lesbian, why couldn’t I have just ordered water?
He’s an eater so we order a shit ton of food, great because I’m starving from my weak ass salad at lunch, and since he’s a big dude I have no qualms about inhaling my meal. We chat about his business; he’s really supportive about me following my dream as an actress. His brother us doing the same thing as me so I feel his genuine support. He mentions a side project he’s working on so I decide to pry into it, figure out his real passion.
Then the bomb drops!
He smiles. I smile and go to take a sip of my beer. At the exact moment of my sip he says: “well I’m a recovering addict”
He is a recovering addict and he’s working on a social networking site for recovering addicts.
WOW!
I try to stay cool but instead of smiling and just keep chugging my beer. Ironic right?
I swallow, “cool” I say cursing the beer gods for making me order this drink.
He laughs and tells me how he still hangs around drinkers, goes out but just drinks red bull and loves to dance. I know this is all great but I don’t know if I need to be spending my twenties with a recovering addict, no matter how teddy bearish he may appear.
We keep talking, I learn he loves bling, nice cars, big watches, sick motorcycles, and I can’t tell if I think this is sexy because my inner gold digger is getting giddy off the mention of money, or if I think this is terrifying because my inner hippy is repulsed at a mans ability to be such a consumer.
I’m conflicted. I want another drink, Damn!
We finish dinner and he asks if I’ll join him out side for a cig, he apologizes but explains all Addicts smoke. We start to walk and he laughs about how shady Venice boardwalk is at night and I suddenly think, “Oh my god, I should not be walking in the empty alleys of Venice with this big guys, he could totally rape me” I know this is messed up but my mother would not like this decision. We walk, I am nervous but I get over it when he impresses me with his hilarious dance moves ‘pop lock and drop it’. Then he asks if I want to get gelato.
I think what if he’s addicted to me, oh no!
I say yes, he’s funny and I’m bizarrely attracted to this big burly baby faced man. The more we talk the lovelier he becomes, and I kind of like that he had a badass past, but my commitment issues begin to emerge from below and I decide to cut the date off after gelato, too much time spend together will send mixed signals.
He drives me back to my car, he drives a silver Audi, and so he’s not intimidated by my black one, refreshing! Then he asks the question, “first, why are you on match.com” I laugh and say b/c it’s not easy to meet people no matter who you are, and then he says “I’d love to see you again”. I think I would too, but a second date means what? Commitment? Friends? Do I have to kiss him? Can I introduce him to my friends? My mind starts spinning and I say sure call me. I’m a bitch!
Deep breath, ok I’m ready.
I approach with a big smile and a wave he stands up,
sweet he’s tall,
he gives me a handshake I lean in for a hug, all around an awkward exchange of gestures but we handle it and sit down.
So first of all this guys should be dating my friend Nicole, sorry Nicole, he has San Diego written all over him. He has on a black dodgers hat, flat brim, over his died black hair, a deep v I belive its Affliciton brand, with necklaces screen printed on the front, some fly white kicks and a huge blinged out watch, Nixon I presume. I want to judge immediately but I hold back, this could be my new love.
In the end the guys is really nice, down to earth, big man with a heart of gold. I order a beer he orders a coke. Great now I just feel like a big lesbian, why couldn’t I have just ordered water?
He’s an eater so we order a shit ton of food, great because I’m starving from my weak ass salad at lunch, and since he’s a big dude I have no qualms about inhaling my meal. We chat about his business; he’s really supportive about me following my dream as an actress. His brother us doing the same thing as me so I feel his genuine support. He mentions a side project he’s working on so I decide to pry into it, figure out his real passion.
Then the bomb drops!
He smiles. I smile and go to take a sip of my beer. At the exact moment of my sip he says: “well I’m a recovering addict”
He is a recovering addict and he’s working on a social networking site for recovering addicts.
WOW!
I try to stay cool but instead of smiling and just keep chugging my beer. Ironic right?
I swallow, “cool” I say cursing the beer gods for making me order this drink.
He laughs and tells me how he still hangs around drinkers, goes out but just drinks red bull and loves to dance. I know this is all great but I don’t know if I need to be spending my twenties with a recovering addict, no matter how teddy bearish he may appear.
We keep talking, I learn he loves bling, nice cars, big watches, sick motorcycles, and I can’t tell if I think this is sexy because my inner gold digger is getting giddy off the mention of money, or if I think this is terrifying because my inner hippy is repulsed at a mans ability to be such a consumer.
I’m conflicted. I want another drink, Damn!
We finish dinner and he asks if I’ll join him out side for a cig, he apologizes but explains all Addicts smoke. We start to walk and he laughs about how shady Venice boardwalk is at night and I suddenly think, “Oh my god, I should not be walking in the empty alleys of Venice with this big guys, he could totally rape me” I know this is messed up but my mother would not like this decision. We walk, I am nervous but I get over it when he impresses me with his hilarious dance moves ‘pop lock and drop it’. Then he asks if I want to get gelato.
I think what if he’s addicted to me, oh no!
I say yes, he’s funny and I’m bizarrely attracted to this big burly baby faced man. The more we talk the lovelier he becomes, and I kind of like that he had a badass past, but my commitment issues begin to emerge from below and I decide to cut the date off after gelato, too much time spend together will send mixed signals.
He drives me back to my car, he drives a silver Audi, and so he’s not intimidated by my black one, refreshing! Then he asks the question, “first, why are you on match.com” I laugh and say b/c it’s not easy to meet people no matter who you are, and then he says “I’d love to see you again”. I think I would too, but a second date means what? Commitment? Friends? Do I have to kiss him? Can I introduce him to my friends? My mind starts spinning and I say sure call me. I’m a bitch!
Monday, January 11, 2010
Mr. 5'7 on a Good Day
Mr. 5’7 on a Good Day
So this is my third date from match.com . Date #3’s profile has intrigued me since day one. He’s handsome, artsy, looks like he has a lot of fun, so I winked at him. I think he was one of the first people I saw and one of the only I have winked at..
Let keep in mind, I feel like a creep when I wink at someone. My mother always told me winkers were insincere, and now I’m on this site where winks are flying all over the place. But I risk it, his eyes are too piercing and his profile pics promise a man of adventure.
It took him a long time to respond, so I figured he wasn’t interested. Then a week later I get a message back! I’m giddy with excitement and I I write back way too quickly. Then again, no response!
I start to associate his profile with rejection. Every time his profile pops up as a “perfect match” I slam my lap top shut, furious that I’ve been ignore, and determined to find a way to wow him. I even start comparing other profiles to his, saying “well they don’t like art exhibits like #3,” it was getting out of hand.
Then last week he finally asks me out! I jump at the opportunity and hold him to wed since I don’t have work. We work it out so we can meet mid way from his place and mine, Boss nova Café on Sunset Blvd.
As I am getting ready, I debate if I should wear heels or not. I think I remember his profile saying 5’7 or 5’8 so I decide flat boots are best
After 20 minutes of ridiculous traffic I finally get to the place, eager to see this longed for man. He stands up and hugs me,
SHORT
first thing that pops into my head.
Shit!
Really handsome, amazing grey eyes I could stare at forever, but so short.
I immediately try to see through his sweater to see if I can sense muscles. For some reason I think “as long as he’s fit I think I can handle short” Alas, the sweater is too bulky, can’t tell. So, I disregard the height, and give it a shot.
The lunch is great. He’s Funny, very funny. He went to school for screen writing and directing so we have a lot in common. We talk about what he does, what I do, we laugh a lot and I really enjoy his company.
The check comes, I move my car, we stay for another hour. In total we had lunch from 12:34 till 2:50 so pretty good I think. We both enjoyed it. Then after I get back from the bathroom he says “so is your family really tall?”
He has approached the dreaded topic!
I laugh, “Why b/c I’m tall”.
“Yeah, how tall are you?”
I smile say my dad and brothers are tall but my mom in short, then ask “how tall are you” (did you notice how I didn’t answer his question, I like to see how tall the guy is then I say either 5’7 or 5’8).
He says “5’7 on a good day”, I know that means 5’6 and I smile, there is nothing you can do about it.
Oh the way out I notice his huge black truck in the back of the restaurant. He makes a joke about over compensating I laugh and laugh harder when I see him standing next to it. Quite a picture!
We hug good bye, I wish I had the power to make a man taller with my hugs… I say, “I had a great time. See you soon” he smiles “yeah maybe this weekend?” We wave and I’m out.
Should I see him again? he was great, but the height thing is bound to freak me out, I am still coping with being bigger than most of Hollywood, this guy is either a challenge to force me out of my insecurities, or a breading ground for them to feast and grow!
Advice?
So this is my third date from match.com . Date #3’s profile has intrigued me since day one. He’s handsome, artsy, looks like he has a lot of fun, so I winked at him. I think he was one of the first people I saw and one of the only I have winked at..
Let keep in mind, I feel like a creep when I wink at someone. My mother always told me winkers were insincere, and now I’m on this site where winks are flying all over the place. But I risk it, his eyes are too piercing and his profile pics promise a man of adventure.
It took him a long time to respond, so I figured he wasn’t interested. Then a week later I get a message back! I’m giddy with excitement and I I write back way too quickly. Then again, no response!
I start to associate his profile with rejection. Every time his profile pops up as a “perfect match” I slam my lap top shut, furious that I’ve been ignore, and determined to find a way to wow him. I even start comparing other profiles to his, saying “well they don’t like art exhibits like #3,” it was getting out of hand.
Then last week he finally asks me out! I jump at the opportunity and hold him to wed since I don’t have work. We work it out so we can meet mid way from his place and mine, Boss nova Café on Sunset Blvd.
As I am getting ready, I debate if I should wear heels or not. I think I remember his profile saying 5’7 or 5’8 so I decide flat boots are best
After 20 minutes of ridiculous traffic I finally get to the place, eager to see this longed for man. He stands up and hugs me,
SHORT
first thing that pops into my head.
Shit!
Really handsome, amazing grey eyes I could stare at forever, but so short.
I immediately try to see through his sweater to see if I can sense muscles. For some reason I think “as long as he’s fit I think I can handle short” Alas, the sweater is too bulky, can’t tell. So, I disregard the height, and give it a shot.
The lunch is great. He’s Funny, very funny. He went to school for screen writing and directing so we have a lot in common. We talk about what he does, what I do, we laugh a lot and I really enjoy his company.
The check comes, I move my car, we stay for another hour. In total we had lunch from 12:34 till 2:50 so pretty good I think. We both enjoyed it. Then after I get back from the bathroom he says “so is your family really tall?”
He has approached the dreaded topic!
I laugh, “Why b/c I’m tall”.
“Yeah, how tall are you?”
I smile say my dad and brothers are tall but my mom in short, then ask “how tall are you” (did you notice how I didn’t answer his question, I like to see how tall the guy is then I say either 5’7 or 5’8).
He says “5’7 on a good day”, I know that means 5’6 and I smile, there is nothing you can do about it.
Oh the way out I notice his huge black truck in the back of the restaurant. He makes a joke about over compensating I laugh and laugh harder when I see him standing next to it. Quite a picture!
We hug good bye, I wish I had the power to make a man taller with my hugs… I say, “I had a great time. See you soon” he smiles “yeah maybe this weekend?” We wave and I’m out.
Should I see him again? he was great, but the height thing is bound to freak me out, I am still coping with being bigger than most of Hollywood, this guy is either a challenge to force me out of my insecurities, or a breading ground for them to feast and grow!
Advice?
Saturday, January 9, 2010
The Hand Holder
So it’s Friday night, I’m off work and want to go out. I decide to drag my lovely roommate Caroline out to Santa Monica to meet up with this guy and his friends. I figure a “friend” meet up is easy, no pressure, just drinks and getting to know each other. WRONG!
We get to Copa De Oro in Santa Monica and I spot him across the room. Pony tail, earring, crushed velvet blazer. I think I like it. Kind of artsy, different, my roommate laughs at the earring, my opinion starts to shift. He comes up and kisses me on the cheek. Ok I get it; we’re adults, that’s an adult move. I remember when I was a kid watching my parents kiss their friends on the cheek and thinking “what the hell is going on here” but it must be an acquired taste, like olives, right? So we get to talking, we meet his friends. Poor Caroline, she gets stuck talking to all of his lame friends while he smothers me with attention. When he talks he gets really close to my face, arm around me, his eyes boring into mine. I start to stutter, overwhelmed by the attention and embarrassed in front of Caroline. He asks me if I’m nervous.
I blush.
Fuck!
Now he thinks I’m into him.
I giggle, and say “yeah just a little”, and then, he goes in for the hand hold. Seriously! Holding my Hand? Bold move buddy.
He keeps trying to hold it; I keep fidgeting and moving my hand away. He asks why I’m so fidgety, I freak out, “umm nerves I guess, you’re really attentive”. I wish he had the ability to decode that message, it really means “Eww your hands are really soft and I don’t like this much attention you creep”. They never get it!
To tell you the truth, it’s not just the over load of attention that makes me nervous, I don’t like being claimed so quickly. Here I am, in my little lace dress, out and about, and he claims me like a fucking treasure chest. I have no chance to check out the scene, talk to anyone else, dance with anyone else, because I’m his. That might be the commitment issues talking, but regardless, I don’t like it.
Then the dancing happens. Caroline wants to dance. She senses the awkwardness and pulls me on the dance floor. The second we start him and his friends swoop in. Sexy girls dancing, Fuck Yeah! He grabs my hand to dance with me. Enough with the hand buddy! I pull away and coolly tell him I don’t believe in dancing with a man. I’m not sure where that came from but I’m desperate!
He laughs and says cool I get it. But does he? Then I proceed to throw out the most awkward dance moves possible to encourage him to back off. But no, he finds it endearing. Finally we decided it’s appropriate to leave, he follows us out, and as we say good bye he grabs my hands and tells me how much fun he had. Yeah, Yeah, I know it was “fun” please stop touching me.
Then he does it,
he leans in for the kiss!
I’m stunned by his confidence and immediately “cheek” him. What could I have possibly done to make him think I wanted a kiss? The fidgeting, the awkward robot moves, the constant physical rejections?
I grab Caroline and we scurry off to the car. She laughs, I laugh, and we head home.
This whole dating thing is going to be harder than I thought.
We get to Copa De Oro in Santa Monica and I spot him across the room. Pony tail, earring, crushed velvet blazer. I think I like it. Kind of artsy, different, my roommate laughs at the earring, my opinion starts to shift. He comes up and kisses me on the cheek. Ok I get it; we’re adults, that’s an adult move. I remember when I was a kid watching my parents kiss their friends on the cheek and thinking “what the hell is going on here” but it must be an acquired taste, like olives, right? So we get to talking, we meet his friends. Poor Caroline, she gets stuck talking to all of his lame friends while he smothers me with attention. When he talks he gets really close to my face, arm around me, his eyes boring into mine. I start to stutter, overwhelmed by the attention and embarrassed in front of Caroline. He asks me if I’m nervous.
I blush.
Fuck!
Now he thinks I’m into him.
I giggle, and say “yeah just a little”, and then, he goes in for the hand hold. Seriously! Holding my Hand? Bold move buddy.
He keeps trying to hold it; I keep fidgeting and moving my hand away. He asks why I’m so fidgety, I freak out, “umm nerves I guess, you’re really attentive”. I wish he had the ability to decode that message, it really means “Eww your hands are really soft and I don’t like this much attention you creep”. They never get it!
To tell you the truth, it’s not just the over load of attention that makes me nervous, I don’t like being claimed so quickly. Here I am, in my little lace dress, out and about, and he claims me like a fucking treasure chest. I have no chance to check out the scene, talk to anyone else, dance with anyone else, because I’m his. That might be the commitment issues talking, but regardless, I don’t like it.
Then the dancing happens. Caroline wants to dance. She senses the awkwardness and pulls me on the dance floor. The second we start him and his friends swoop in. Sexy girls dancing, Fuck Yeah! He grabs my hand to dance with me. Enough with the hand buddy! I pull away and coolly tell him I don’t believe in dancing with a man. I’m not sure where that came from but I’m desperate!
He laughs and says cool I get it. But does he? Then I proceed to throw out the most awkward dance moves possible to encourage him to back off. But no, he finds it endearing. Finally we decided it’s appropriate to leave, he follows us out, and as we say good bye he grabs my hands and tells me how much fun he had. Yeah, Yeah, I know it was “fun” please stop touching me.
Then he does it,
he leans in for the kiss!
I’m stunned by his confidence and immediately “cheek” him. What could I have possibly done to make him think I wanted a kiss? The fidgeting, the awkward robot moves, the constant physical rejections?
I grab Caroline and we scurry off to the car. She laughs, I laugh, and we head home.
This whole dating thing is going to be harder than I thought.
Friday, January 8, 2010
The IMing Feature on Match
So there is this IMing feature on match.com. You chat online with a potential date.
I hate it.
It makes me feel like I’m in high school on AIM again. Convos are vague, wittiness is lacking, and my attention diminishes after four minutes.
Plus, its always really weird guys that IM me. They feel like “oh she’s online lets talk” but I know if they saw me at a bar they would never approach me. It’s flirting for pussies! I humored the idea for a few days then couldn’t handle the consistent contact I had to maintain and the weird convos it inspired. I felt sleazy. Not sure why. So now I just ignore them. I thought it would make me look like a bitch but instead they just email me asking me if my computer froze. They totally excuse my rude behavior and assume I’m really interested but my technology just isn’t up to par. Silly boys!
I hate it.
It makes me feel like I’m in high school on AIM again. Convos are vague, wittiness is lacking, and my attention diminishes after four minutes.
Plus, its always really weird guys that IM me. They feel like “oh she’s online lets talk” but I know if they saw me at a bar they would never approach me. It’s flirting for pussies! I humored the idea for a few days then couldn’t handle the consistent contact I had to maintain and the weird convos it inspired. I felt sleazy. Not sure why. So now I just ignore them. I thought it would make me look like a bitch but instead they just email me asking me if my computer froze. They totally excuse my rude behavior and assume I’m really interested but my technology just isn’t up to par. Silly boys!
Mr. I'm Ready to take it to the Next Level
Date number 1.
So I finally decide to meet up with one of the potential dates on match.com. We meet at the grove for coffee. As I’m walking up to the grove I get a sudden flip in my stomached. I begin to panic.
"What am I doing here?"
I start looking around at all the single men walking around and start hoping none of them are him, what if he is way ugly and totally lied to me?
He calls and I answer, his voice is really calming, very normal, sounding, and he says he’s walking up right now. I see a man in front of me on a cell phone, when we hang up the man also hangs up, this must be him, “oh my god I want to leave” is all I can think right now. My legs are shaking, I'm ready to burst into a sprint when I realize he’s cute.
I take a deep breath and wave. His smile is huge; he’s probably just as freaked out as me. He hugs me and then immediately says “Wow you are gorgeous!”
Instead of "thank you" I thing "awkward" but oh well, My goal for 2010 is to introduce nice men into my taste palate.
He’s a touchy feely person. Grabs onto my shoulders as we talk and walk, tells me he likes to touch, I tell him I don’t, despite my hint he still holds on.
I don’t like it when men try to hold onto my hands when their hands are super soft or hold me around the waist when their shoulder span is smaller than mine. But he's tall and "manly" so I'm not completely turned off.
As we stroll, he tells me about the commercial he is making for his Online dating site. He is actually launching his own dating site and is convinced its better than the rest. The first time he told me I burst into laughter and told him to stop lying to me. He wasn’t amused, didn’t get why I thought that was hilarious.
Anyway, we last minute decide to go see avatar, I wonder if the movie is too weird for him, but he convinces me he doesn’t care and that he is really easy going. Great movie, but he kept poking my leg! Played the whole “I’m not touching you, I’m not touching you” game. I shouldn’t have told him about my touching issue, men can’t handle that. A thirty year old man and he can still be as immature as a 12 year old.
I giggle but in my head I think “please fucking stop”. Oh well, he’s tall, he’s tall, he’s tall.
We arrive at my car. Men always comment on my car. I have a black Audi, it instantly makes them nervous, and me way sexier. I can tell when a guy doesn’t’ have a nice car b/c they often can’t stop talking about mine. I have a few key lines to calm them, ‘it makes a weird noise when I drive” ‘It’s filthy, don’t’ look” and “I have to push the window up for it to close”.
We say good bye, he tells me he would kiss me but knows I’m not going to have it, and I thank him for the space, and say we should do something again. Then he looks at me and goes, “I like you, you got everything I want, so I’m ready to take it to the next level, you let me know if you’re interested. I’ve dated a lot longer than you, and its LA, so everyone says yeah we should do this again sometime. If you want to do something again let’s do it. Otherwise no worries” Very direct, I suddenly didn’t know. I told him to give me a few days, Holidays, great excuse for more time! On the drive home I assessed the situation. He’s cute, and fit, and tall, and smart, I’m not into the touchy, but it’s nice to have attention. He deserves a second date but what is the "next level" nonsense. I didn't know we were on a level to begin with. What if he gets too attached? Was he really that interesting of did I just like that he was tall?
Confusion strike, I text him : I think you and I want different things.
on to the next one.
Till next time,
Good luck fellow daters!
So I finally decide to meet up with one of the potential dates on match.com. We meet at the grove for coffee. As I’m walking up to the grove I get a sudden flip in my stomached. I begin to panic.
"What am I doing here?"
I start looking around at all the single men walking around and start hoping none of them are him, what if he is way ugly and totally lied to me?
He calls and I answer, his voice is really calming, very normal, sounding, and he says he’s walking up right now. I see a man in front of me on a cell phone, when we hang up the man also hangs up, this must be him, “oh my god I want to leave” is all I can think right now. My legs are shaking, I'm ready to burst into a sprint when I realize he’s cute.
I take a deep breath and wave. His smile is huge; he’s probably just as freaked out as me. He hugs me and then immediately says “Wow you are gorgeous!”
Instead of "thank you" I thing "awkward" but oh well, My goal for 2010 is to introduce nice men into my taste palate.
He’s a touchy feely person. Grabs onto my shoulders as we talk and walk, tells me he likes to touch, I tell him I don’t, despite my hint he still holds on.
I don’t like it when men try to hold onto my hands when their hands are super soft or hold me around the waist when their shoulder span is smaller than mine. But he's tall and "manly" so I'm not completely turned off.
As we stroll, he tells me about the commercial he is making for his Online dating site. He is actually launching his own dating site and is convinced its better than the rest. The first time he told me I burst into laughter and told him to stop lying to me. He wasn’t amused, didn’t get why I thought that was hilarious.
Anyway, we last minute decide to go see avatar, I wonder if the movie is too weird for him, but he convinces me he doesn’t care and that he is really easy going. Great movie, but he kept poking my leg! Played the whole “I’m not touching you, I’m not touching you” game. I shouldn’t have told him about my touching issue, men can’t handle that. A thirty year old man and he can still be as immature as a 12 year old.
I giggle but in my head I think “please fucking stop”. Oh well, he’s tall, he’s tall, he’s tall.
We arrive at my car. Men always comment on my car. I have a black Audi, it instantly makes them nervous, and me way sexier. I can tell when a guy doesn’t’ have a nice car b/c they often can’t stop talking about mine. I have a few key lines to calm them, ‘it makes a weird noise when I drive” ‘It’s filthy, don’t’ look” and “I have to push the window up for it to close”.
We say good bye, he tells me he would kiss me but knows I’m not going to have it, and I thank him for the space, and say we should do something again. Then he looks at me and goes, “I like you, you got everything I want, so I’m ready to take it to the next level, you let me know if you’re interested. I’ve dated a lot longer than you, and its LA, so everyone says yeah we should do this again sometime. If you want to do something again let’s do it. Otherwise no worries” Very direct, I suddenly didn’t know. I told him to give me a few days, Holidays, great excuse for more time! On the drive home I assessed the situation. He’s cute, and fit, and tall, and smart, I’m not into the touchy, but it’s nice to have attention. He deserves a second date but what is the "next level" nonsense. I didn't know we were on a level to begin with. What if he gets too attached? Was he really that interesting of did I just like that he was tall?
Confusion strike, I text him : I think you and I want different things.
on to the next one.
Till next time,
Good luck fellow daters!
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