steamroller
12-17-2005, 11:53 AM
Alright so I posted this on my goofy blog, but I'd kind of enjoy some of your thoughts on the subject, so here it goes....
Detective guy fell off the face of the Earth, Sexual e-mailer did too, but a new one came onto the scene with some snazzy bravado.
So I wake up to some serious snowfall and take the day off. I sat around in my pj's until 2pm, when the hot handy man knocked at my door. I don't know what it is about this guy, but I wish I courage to just blurt out, "Hi. I think your REALLY hot. Wanna f**k?"
Anyway, this brief encounter made my day....
Until my date last night, which was TOTALLY a blind date for me. Shit, I haven't had one of THOSE in a LONG time.
The profile? Male, 32, 5'5" hilarious, extremely intelligent, grew up in Kuwait until he was 16, when his family sent him to the US for college (and to keep him from being killed). Fascinating conversationalist. I think he talked for the majority of the first half of the date, while I just laughed at his wisecracks and listened.
We eat at one of my favorite joints, have a few beers, then decide that it's time to do some serious bar hopping. It was a blizzard, but the town was bumpin'.
At that point, I was totally pleased with myself for agreeing to this blind date. The guy was very easy to get along with, shared my sense of humor (which is HUGE for me), and had some pretty sexy eyelashes goin' on.
He brought me to a few places I had never been to, including this very cool jazz bar, where the lead singer (this 50 something chick) kept smiling at him...which of course led me to harassing the guy incessantly about this older chick obviously being more of a sure thing for him.
We were in his hood, so he showed me his house that he's refurbishing (more bonus points for him). At that point he had mentioned a few times his female "friend" who's an artist/teacher, who had moved to NYC a few months before (negative points for him, since he mentioned this "friend" enough to make me wonder). Every room in his house had a painting covering the wall of this "friend." I made a mental note.
We headed to MY hood to hit a few more bars, including one that made me feel like I was in that Janet Jackson video "That's the Way Love Goes" http://www.bellalopez.com/ttwlgvid.htm , where everyone is feigning their trendy hippiness. It was still a cool place, nice vibe, fireplace, funky comfy chairs; kind of felt like you were at a house part instead of a bar.
I took note that my date was starting to look a little drunk. He started talking about this "friend" again...who he had apprently dated for 2 years, until she moved to NYC. Out pours the REAL story: they didn't really end things until Thanksgiving. I immediately shut up and listen to the guy spill his guts about this chick. My initial internal response was,"F*ccccccck! Bad timing!"
Guy claimed that it's totally over and that he would rather be dating someone HERE instead of something long distance. I objected, of course, pointing out that if you're 100% compatable with someone and WANT to be with, the distance shouldn't be a factor. I wanted to smack myself, because I was defending THIS OTHER GIRL, instead of being content that this guy was with ME!
So fast foreward to my apt. I invite him in for a glass of wine. Actually, I think he invited himself in for a glass of wine, which I went along with. We kill a bottle and out comes MORE truths and MORE debating about dating in 2005. At that point, I was drunk enough to ask my notorious (and usually inappropriate) question, "How many people have you slept with?" Guy says, "About 20. What about you?" And on goes the debate...that we finish in my bedroom, while making out in our underwear. Heh.
Moral of the story? Bad boys are fun to make out with, but you may end up with a hickey on your ass in the morning.
I don't really think this one will be long term, based on that damn number thing. Maybe I'm a prude and silly to think that there's actually a guy out there who hasn't f*** more than 10 women and is STILL compatable with me.
Detective guy fell off the face of the Earth, Sexual e-mailer did too, but a new one came onto the scene with some snazzy bravado.
So I wake up to some serious snowfall and take the day off. I sat around in my pj's until 2pm, when the hot handy man knocked at my door. I don't know what it is about this guy, but I wish I courage to just blurt out, "Hi. I think your REALLY hot. Wanna f**k?"
Anyway, this brief encounter made my day....
Until my date last night, which was TOTALLY a blind date for me. Shit, I haven't had one of THOSE in a LONG time.
The profile? Male, 32, 5'5" hilarious, extremely intelligent, grew up in Kuwait until he was 16, when his family sent him to the US for college (and to keep him from being killed). Fascinating conversationalist. I think he talked for the majority of the first half of the date, while I just laughed at his wisecracks and listened.
We eat at one of my favorite joints, have a few beers, then decide that it's time to do some serious bar hopping. It was a blizzard, but the town was bumpin'.
At that point, I was totally pleased with myself for agreeing to this blind date. The guy was very easy to get along with, shared my sense of humor (which is HUGE for me), and had some pretty sexy eyelashes goin' on.
He brought me to a few places I had never been to, including this very cool jazz bar, where the lead singer (this 50 something chick) kept smiling at him...which of course led me to harassing the guy incessantly about this older chick obviously being more of a sure thing for him.
We were in his hood, so he showed me his house that he's refurbishing (more bonus points for him). At that point he had mentioned a few times his female "friend" who's an artist/teacher, who had moved to NYC a few months before (negative points for him, since he mentioned this "friend" enough to make me wonder). Every room in his house had a painting covering the wall of this "friend." I made a mental note.
We headed to MY hood to hit a few more bars, including one that made me feel like I was in that Janet Jackson video "That's the Way Love Goes" http://www.bellalopez.com/ttwlgvid.htm , where everyone is feigning their trendy hippiness. It was still a cool place, nice vibe, fireplace, funky comfy chairs; kind of felt like you were at a house part instead of a bar.
I took note that my date was starting to look a little drunk. He started talking about this "friend" again...who he had apprently dated for 2 years, until she moved to NYC. Out pours the REAL story: they didn't really end things until Thanksgiving. I immediately shut up and listen to the guy spill his guts about this chick. My initial internal response was,"F*ccccccck! Bad timing!"
Guy claimed that it's totally over and that he would rather be dating someone HERE instead of something long distance. I objected, of course, pointing out that if you're 100% compatable with someone and WANT to be with, the distance shouldn't be a factor. I wanted to smack myself, because I was defending THIS OTHER GIRL, instead of being content that this guy was with ME!
So fast foreward to my apt. I invite him in for a glass of wine. Actually, I think he invited himself in for a glass of wine, which I went along with. We kill a bottle and out comes MORE truths and MORE debating about dating in 2005. At that point, I was drunk enough to ask my notorious (and usually inappropriate) question, "How many people have you slept with?" Guy says, "About 20. What about you?" And on goes the debate...that we finish in my bedroom, while making out in our underwear. Heh.
Moral of the story? Bad boys are fun to make out with, but you may end up with a hickey on your ass in the morning.
I don't really think this one will be long term, based on that damn number thing. Maybe I'm a prude and silly to think that there's actually a guy out there who hasn't f*** more than 10 women and is STILL compatable with me.