Japanese was my suggestion but he said not, his choice was a sports bar. Since he was paying, I guess he can choose. I met him there and he left his class, I am assuming at home because he didn't have any with him.
"How was your day at work?" He asked me. "Fine, it was slow so I was able to get some reading done." I replied then returned the question, "How was your day?" He began his long un-interesting story, "It was long, I was out late last night, had too much to drink with my friends, then woke up early this morning and went ice fishing." Ice-fishing, oh boy, this one even goes ice fishing. "Wasn't it cold?" I asked just trying to pretend I was almost interested. But I was surprised at his response. "No, we just build a fire. It is like camping." After a pause, I asked, "You built a fire on the ice?" To me that just sounds either next to impossible or remarkably stupid. "It works, you can build a fire on the ice, it will burn." he informed me. Completely out of my element, I asked what seemed to be a stupid question but what the hell, "Doesn't the fire melt the ice?" "Yeah, it melts some but it doesn't go all the way through." "Oh I see." I said still thinking that was a dumb idea to weaken ice that is covering a lake which by the way, your car is parked on. But, what do I know? Just a little common sense. If I had some super glue with me, I would have tried to leave some common sense with him because that would have been the only way it would have stayed with him.
"What else do you like to do when the lake isn't frozen?" I asked hoping for a much more interesting topic than ice-fishing. But, I wasn't so lucky, in fact, it got a whole lot worse. "In the spring and summer I go fishing a lot and in the fall, I go hunting every weekend. I'm gone hunting a lot."
*My inner coach kicked in, 'Okay Carrie, be nice and remember your facial expressions, don't move a muscle, just smile and pretend that you heard something interesting.'*
"Every weekend?" I asked in a disbelief, then I continued with another question that seemed to be legitimate. I don't know much about hunting but I do know you can only hunt during selected seasons. "Isn't there only specific times of the year or seasons that you can hunt?" He quickly said, "Yeah, but there is deer season with is long because of bow and rifle hunting, there is pheasant season, and duck season." Bugs Bunny and Daffy Duck flashed into my head each one holding a sign, "Duck Season" and "Rabbit Season"
Wow, this guy really likes to kill things. Which quickly turned from a sarcastic comment in my mind to a terrifying mental statement. When he began talking about how many guns and knives he has and then asked me, "Do you want to come to my house and see them?" Every muscle in my body froze. A television in my brain quickly flipped though channels of horror movies and news flashes. Silence of the Lambs, Kiss the Girls, The Dungeon Master, women killed by meeting guys on line, and that creepy voice "Clarice". Uhhhgh! I was reading a map in my mind how quickly to get on the Highway home, where I was exactly, then I calmly reached to my pocket to make sure my cell phone was there. All of these thoughts happened in seconds but they were very vivid.
I looked at him and said, You know what, I have an early class tomorrow and I would like to make it an early night. But thanks anyway." I should have guessed that wouldn't be enough for him. He replied back, "We could just go for a little bit, it won't take long." I politely reminded him that this is our first time meeting and I would like to stay in public.
He said, "I understand, but it is a nice little house that I have been working on and I thought maybe I could get your artistic advice on painting it." To me it seemed an obvious way to try to get me to change my mind, I responded to him, "You know, if you look online, there a literally millions of ideas that people have done. Far more than I could ever come up with, I bet you could find lots of things there." Still pushing the issue he continued, "The land that the house is on is really beautiful, you would like it, there is a creek that goes down the back and woods on both sides of the house." If I wasn't already convinced that this could go horribly wrong, that pretty much did it. My body could end up lying on the side of the creek or somewhere in the woods. No thanks. I looked at him strongly and directly and said, "I am sure it is nice, thank you, but no."
He then ordered another beer, his third. "Are you going to be okay to drive?" I asked him. "Oh yeah, I had a lot more to drink than this and drove just fine." He boasted. This date is definitely a disaster! I made sure to not let it show, this guy was starting to scare me. Actually, let me rephrase that, he was scaring the hell out of me.
After finishing his third beer he asked, "Do you want to go to a different place and we could have a couple of drinks?" What could I say, he was so nice. "No thank you, I don't really drink much." Then he included, "Well, I could drive if you don't know your way around the area." He had three drinks in an hour, has a large collection of weapons, likes to kill things, and lives in the woods. My dream man. "No, actually, I better get going so I can get some rest, I have a long day tomorrow and a very early class. Thank you for dinner." I put on my jacket on and told him I needed to get going because I still had to drive home where I my homework was waiting for me. He walked me to my car and said good bye. When I pulled out of the drive way I checked to make sure he wasn't following me. Wow, what was going on with that guy?
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Bowling pin-head
I thought fishing was the worst thing but now it seems that fishing has some competition of how bad of a conversation it can be. Bowling! Tonight I was on a date with a man that eats, sleeps, lives, and talks non-stop about bowling. Guys, please, get a life! He is on two leagues, not just one, that wouldn't be enough, he is on two, twice a week. He showed me his bowling ring that he keeps shinny with heroic pride. A ring for bowling? I thought the basketball and football rings were dumb but a ring for bowling?! Funny how men are never so excited to show off their wedding rings! He told me the ring is to show that he had a perfect game, knocked down all the pins. I should have told him to spare me the details. You get it spare. lol
Oh, and he has this little Clark Gable mustache and the haircut to match. I bet Clark Gable never bowled or fished. Tonight was a piece, he goes bowling, fishing, and camping, everything I try to avoid. The way he was talking and carrying on I thought he was a few balls short of a bowling game. He told me all about his very own ball, shoes, and matching bag. Sounds gay to me.
He told me he goes to Nevada every year for vacation. Finally, something other than bowling. "Really, that's cool. Do you have friends or family that you visit there every year?" I asked him. He looked at me stunned and said, "NO. There is a big bowling tournament there every year." Oh, stupid me, what the hell was I thinking?!
Another thing that was really annoying, as if I need more. He would constantly respond to comments with the same thing, "Yeah right.", "Yeah right.", "Yeah right.", "Yeah right.", "Yeah right.", "Yeah right.". Like a broken record. Occasionally he would throw in a "Yup." Seriously, do people really talk like that? "Yup." "Yeah right."
Isn't it funny how men talk about women but every sport is always for some fashion accessory. Superbowl, they try all season to go to Superbowl, and what is their reward, a ring. Wrestling, men beat and tie each other in knots for a belt. And don't even get me started on boxing, how gay is that? Two men oiled up wearing silk shorts, gloves, and fighting over a belt! What are they fighting in, a ring and they have to have their embroidered robes with their names on. And I thought women in malls were rough. Good thing there are no sales in sporting games, it would end up in war.
There is an arm brace on my right arm because I sprained it. He asks, "What happened to your arm?" I said, "I sprained it power lifting." In amazement he repeated, "Power lifting, really?" Then I replied, "No, but it is a better story than saying I fell off a bar stool when I was out with my friends on Sunday."
Back to short stop. We met at a pub for dinner and drinks. The pub serves basic pub food, burgers, pizza, that sort of thing. The food was okay, nothing to write home about. Yeah, I called the guy 'short stop' because he was so much shorter than me. I am only 5'8", I towered over him as if I was six foot. He was said he was 5'5" but like all men, they brag more about the few inches they don't have then to tell you about the disappointing ones they do have.
Oh, and he has this little Clark Gable mustache and the haircut to match. I bet Clark Gable never bowled or fished. Tonight was a piece, he goes bowling, fishing, and camping, everything I try to avoid. The way he was talking and carrying on I thought he was a few balls short of a bowling game. He told me all about his very own ball, shoes, and matching bag. Sounds gay to me.
He told me he goes to Nevada every year for vacation. Finally, something other than bowling. "Really, that's cool. Do you have friends or family that you visit there every year?" I asked him. He looked at me stunned and said, "NO. There is a big bowling tournament there every year." Oh, stupid me, what the hell was I thinking?!
Another thing that was really annoying, as if I need more. He would constantly respond to comments with the same thing, "Yeah right.", "Yeah right.", "Yeah right.", "Yeah right.", "Yeah right.", "Yeah right.". Like a broken record. Occasionally he would throw in a "Yup." Seriously, do people really talk like that? "Yup." "Yeah right."
Isn't it funny how men talk about women but every sport is always for some fashion accessory. Superbowl, they try all season to go to Superbowl, and what is their reward, a ring. Wrestling, men beat and tie each other in knots for a belt. And don't even get me started on boxing, how gay is that? Two men oiled up wearing silk shorts, gloves, and fighting over a belt! What are they fighting in, a ring and they have to have their embroidered robes with their names on. And I thought women in malls were rough. Good thing there are no sales in sporting games, it would end up in war.
There is an arm brace on my right arm because I sprained it. He asks, "What happened to your arm?" I said, "I sprained it power lifting." In amazement he repeated, "Power lifting, really?" Then I replied, "No, but it is a better story than saying I fell off a bar stool when I was out with my friends on Sunday."
Back to short stop. We met at a pub for dinner and drinks. The pub serves basic pub food, burgers, pizza, that sort of thing. The food was okay, nothing to write home about. Yeah, I called the guy 'short stop' because he was so much shorter than me. I am only 5'8", I towered over him as if I was six foot. He was said he was 5'5" but like all men, they brag more about the few inches they don't have then to tell you about the disappointing ones they do have.
Friday, February 26, 2010
The elusive Pumpkin Head
I met up with Pumpkin head today for tea. We met at a popular book store that also sells coffee and tea. We sat for a brief moment then walked around the store looking at our favorite books, discussing about our favorite authors and subjects. He like Christian books and business books, I like Christian books, and of course art books. We have read some of the same books and referred a few to each other as well. This was much more fun than the first time we meet.
He is so elusive though, still doesn't give out much information about himself. Most guys can't wait to pretend I'm Oprah and they are sitting on a couch telling me their life story thinking that I am at all interested. Not this guy. Part of me likes it, and part of me doesn't. Men aren't so different. I just am not sure about him. Which completely bugs me because a gut feeling usually isn't wrong. PISSER!
He thinks I analyse everything. I don't analyse everything, just things that I know will tell me more about the person and their personality. Little things that give clues to the person without them even knowing it. His body language is always in, he doesn't move his arms and legs too far away from the rest of his body, that means he is an introvert. Twice now we have met face to face, and he never takes off his coat which can mean a number of things, that he is shy, not comfortable with others, likes to be hidden or is hiding, doesn't want to be vulnerable, etc. Personally I think he is hiding something. He doesn't keep a lot of eye contact, these are things that tell you a lot about the person. I don't want to give away all my secrets but you get the general idea.
One thing though, when we were ordering our drinks, I couldn't decide if I wanted tea or hot chocolate. He couldn't decide if he was going to order coffee (he always drinks coffee) or hot chocolate. I ordered one of my favorite teas, he ordered hot chocolate. When we sat down, he put his cup of hot chocolate on the table in front of me and said, "Here you go, you get the first taste." It took me off guard because of how much of an introvert he is and he doesn't give any physical contact when talking. I touch his arm sometimes while talking, when he talks, again, he keeps his hands on his lap or in his pockets. So for him to offer me to drink from his cup which is something personal, surprised me. When I am on a date I never allow the guy to drink from my cup, touch my food, it even freaks me out if they come near my plate.
The elusive Pumpkin head has captured more of my interest than I care to confess. Most of us are familiar with the stories and legends surrounding such mysterious and elusive creatures as Bigfoot or Yeti, The Loch Ness Monster and, more recently, Chupacabras. But there is a host of lesser-known yet equally enigmatic creatures that have been spotted around the world - The Pumpkin Head. Unlike many elusive creatures in the media, this I feel is nothing to fear. No need to saran wrap your houses and hide away your children, put those high tech video devices away, don't shoot on sight, and no need to call the National Enquirer. Go back to your lives citizens, this elusive creature is cute and fairly harmless. All though, I would like to see more of him. On second thought, send all reports and documentations to me, any photos too.
He is so elusive though, still doesn't give out much information about himself. Most guys can't wait to pretend I'm Oprah and they are sitting on a couch telling me their life story thinking that I am at all interested. Not this guy. Part of me likes it, and part of me doesn't. Men aren't so different. I just am not sure about him. Which completely bugs me because a gut feeling usually isn't wrong. PISSER!
He thinks I analyse everything. I don't analyse everything, just things that I know will tell me more about the person and their personality. Little things that give clues to the person without them even knowing it. His body language is always in, he doesn't move his arms and legs too far away from the rest of his body, that means he is an introvert. Twice now we have met face to face, and he never takes off his coat which can mean a number of things, that he is shy, not comfortable with others, likes to be hidden or is hiding, doesn't want to be vulnerable, etc. Personally I think he is hiding something. He doesn't keep a lot of eye contact, these are things that tell you a lot about the person. I don't want to give away all my secrets but you get the general idea.
One thing though, when we were ordering our drinks, I couldn't decide if I wanted tea or hot chocolate. He couldn't decide if he was going to order coffee (he always drinks coffee) or hot chocolate. I ordered one of my favorite teas, he ordered hot chocolate. When we sat down, he put his cup of hot chocolate on the table in front of me and said, "Here you go, you get the first taste." It took me off guard because of how much of an introvert he is and he doesn't give any physical contact when talking. I touch his arm sometimes while talking, when he talks, again, he keeps his hands on his lap or in his pockets. So for him to offer me to drink from his cup which is something personal, surprised me. When I am on a date I never allow the guy to drink from my cup, touch my food, it even freaks me out if they come near my plate.
The elusive Pumpkin head has captured more of my interest than I care to confess. Most of us are familiar with the stories and legends surrounding such mysterious and elusive creatures as Bigfoot or Yeti, The Loch Ness Monster and, more recently, Chupacabras. But there is a host of lesser-known yet equally enigmatic creatures that have been spotted around the world - The Pumpkin Head. Unlike many elusive creatures in the media, this I feel is nothing to fear. No need to saran wrap your houses and hide away your children, put those high tech video devices away, don't shoot on sight, and no need to call the National Enquirer. Go back to your lives citizens, this elusive creature is cute and fairly harmless. All though, I would like to see more of him. On second thought, send all reports and documentations to me, any photos too.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Hibachi art
Head over heels man is doing better and we had a dinner date together. He took me to a hibachi grill restaurant. WOW! Those chefs can do amazing things. They are so fast. It is one of those restaurants where they cook everything at your table, flip the shrimp tails in to your drink, in their ridiculously tall chef hats and then of course the last one in their shirt pocket. The practically set the restaurant on fire. But it was amazing. They spin the knives around and juggle with the shakers in front and behind their backs, never missing a step. The atmosphere was amazing. Art work and murals on the walls, a genuine samurai uniform was in the sushi room, and there were mannequins dressed up like ninjas hanging from the ceiling and around corners. It was really cool.
I didn't even mention the food. It taste amazing. I had the swordfish and fillet mignon. I don't think I ever taste food so good. It was my first time experiencing the restaurant but I can't wait to go back. There is a difference between taking a woman out to dinner and bringing her along for dinner. This man defiantly took me out to dinner. Both of us love Japanese food and surprisingly, both of us studied Chinese history. We had a lot to talk about. It was nice to have something in common that most people don't. The only other people i could talk to about Chinese history, are my friends from China so it was nice to know that we had the same interest.
It was a wonderful date, better than I have had in a very long time. This is one guy I want to see again. Yes, he has graduated with high marks, to a second date.
***
UPDATE:
This guy was arrested for DWI. There won't be another day with him!
I didn't even mention the food. It taste amazing. I had the swordfish and fillet mignon. I don't think I ever taste food so good. It was my first time experiencing the restaurant but I can't wait to go back. There is a difference between taking a woman out to dinner and bringing her along for dinner. This man defiantly took me out to dinner. Both of us love Japanese food and surprisingly, both of us studied Chinese history. We had a lot to talk about. It was nice to have something in common that most people don't. The only other people i could talk to about Chinese history, are my friends from China so it was nice to know that we had the same interest.
It was a wonderful date, better than I have had in a very long time. This is one guy I want to see again. Yes, he has graduated with high marks, to a second date.
***
UPDATE:
This guy was arrested for DWI. There won't be another day with him!
The Hooker belly
Sunday morning the phone rings, it is Theresa "Carrie, your laptop is ready. What are you doing?" I reply, "Nothing why, what are you doing?" "We are at a bar and soon we are going to another place for chicken, you should come with us." Theresa was saying as a familiar voice called out in the background of the phone. It was our old buddy Hooker.
Now, don't be confused with a drugged out most likely female with one broken high heel and a rip in her pantyhose that when undressed is a male that stands on street corners looking for the next high. No, this is the infamous "Hooker". This nickname derived from taking part of his last name and adding letters to it to make it more embarrassing for him, after all, that is the American way! lol
Gee, this all sound like a great time. "What time are you meeting down there?" I asked. Hooker replied before Theresa could even say anything, "What time is it now?" Hooker asked. "Tell him it is eleven thirty." I said as I laughed to myself.
"Then we will be there at noon." They all agreed.
I met them there, the place was so far off the map, I had to kiss a local just to get directions. The place was packed, apparently they have good food. We sat at the bar, talked, laughed, had a few drinks, had a few more drinks, I rubbed Hooker's belly, had a few more drinks, forgot where I was, ate some chicken, and had another drink. Then I rode with Theresa and her bottom half, um I mean her husband. lol To the next pub. Which by the way, was filled with old people and one of my professors.
Theresa's husband is so nice, to protect his identity, we will call him "Ron-stop-able". Very nice guy, great smile. IF he was close to my age, a lot taller at least 6'5", had a muscular build, was better looking, was wealthy, lived in a metropolitan area, dressed nicer, had a some-what of a tan (now he looks like he should be living in a haunted house), if he could cook, and NEVER went fishing, I would want one just like him. lol
Now, let me explain a little bit about my good buddy Hooker. He is a tall almost handsome man...emphasis on the almost part. lol He has a belly like Buddha but instead of it being covered in gold, his is covered with hair. I rub his belly over his shirt. Rubbing his belly really is good luck. Every time a rubbed it, there was another drink in front of me. Wow, I should get a travel size one for in my purse. Minus the hair of course. I was getting so drunk (normally I do not drink so it didn't take much) I told Hooker that he had to write the next morning's blog for me because I wouldn't be able to remember the events of the day. But nothing showed up in my email yet. lol He told me the funniest joke while we were at the pub...if only I could remember what it was. It was so funny,...what was that?
*** (Read the joke)
Have I told you that Theresa is my P.I.C.? You know, my partner in craziness. When we are separate, we are almost normal, great, fun loving, happy-go-lucky, gorgeous women but when we get together, we are all of that and then some. If laughing was a diet, I would be the skinniest woman around. The world is a party when Theresa is there. We could have fun in a dentist office or even dare I say, the DMV. She makes me laugh so hard, she is a really good friend.
By the way, just for the record, it is her fault that this blog exists. The whole thing was her idea. So when you are laughing so hard that your drink sprays out your nose, she is the one to blame.
It all began when I would go visit with her after bad dates looking for a little comforting, some sympathy, and some kindness from a women's sense of solidarity. I expected her to say, "There are plenty of fish in the sea. Don't worry, Prince Charming is out there. etc." That is what I expected to hear from my best friend. But no, what did I get? Laughter. She would laugh so hard at my expense at my experiences with these horrible dates. She said that it was so funny, that everyone would laugh and that I should have a blog. I looked at her and said, "Thanks a lot! What is a blog?" I also told her, "I'm not a writer, I am an artist." She turned to her computer and 32.5 seconds later, she says, "Here, this is your new blog address." and a legend was born. Theresa, all the world thanks you.
***
Now, don't be confused with a drugged out most likely female with one broken high heel and a rip in her pantyhose that when undressed is a male that stands on street corners looking for the next high. No, this is the infamous "Hooker". This nickname derived from taking part of his last name and adding letters to it to make it more embarrassing for him, after all, that is the American way! lol
Gee, this all sound like a great time. "What time are you meeting down there?" I asked. Hooker replied before Theresa could even say anything, "What time is it now?" Hooker asked. "Tell him it is eleven thirty." I said as I laughed to myself.
"Then we will be there at noon." They all agreed.
I met them there, the place was so far off the map, I had to kiss a local just to get directions. The place was packed, apparently they have good food. We sat at the bar, talked, laughed, had a few drinks, had a few more drinks, I rubbed Hooker's belly, had a few more drinks, forgot where I was, ate some chicken, and had another drink. Then I rode with Theresa and her bottom half, um I mean her husband. lol To the next pub. Which by the way, was filled with old people and one of my professors.
Theresa's husband is so nice, to protect his identity, we will call him "Ron-stop-able". Very nice guy, great smile. IF he was close to my age, a lot taller at least 6'5", had a muscular build, was better looking, was wealthy, lived in a metropolitan area, dressed nicer, had a some-what of a tan (now he looks like he should be living in a haunted house), if he could cook, and NEVER went fishing, I would want one just like him. lol
Now, let me explain a little bit about my good buddy Hooker. He is a tall almost handsome man...emphasis on the almost part. lol He has a belly like Buddha but instead of it being covered in gold, his is covered with hair. I rub his belly over his shirt. Rubbing his belly really is good luck. Every time a rubbed it, there was another drink in front of me. Wow, I should get a travel size one for in my purse. Minus the hair of course. I was getting so drunk (normally I do not drink so it didn't take much) I told Hooker that he had to write the next morning's blog for me because I wouldn't be able to remember the events of the day. But nothing showed up in my email yet. lol He told me the funniest joke while we were at the pub...if only I could remember what it was. It was so funny,...what was that?
*** (Read the joke)
Have I told you that Theresa is my P.I.C.? You know, my partner in craziness. When we are separate, we are almost normal, great, fun loving, happy-go-lucky, gorgeous women but when we get together, we are all of that and then some. If laughing was a diet, I would be the skinniest woman around. The world is a party when Theresa is there. We could have fun in a dentist office or even dare I say, the DMV. She makes me laugh so hard, she is a really good friend.
By the way, just for the record, it is her fault that this blog exists. The whole thing was her idea. So when you are laughing so hard that your drink sprays out your nose, she is the one to blame.
It all began when I would go visit with her after bad dates looking for a little comforting, some sympathy, and some kindness from a women's sense of solidarity. I expected her to say, "There are plenty of fish in the sea. Don't worry, Prince Charming is out there. etc." That is what I expected to hear from my best friend. But no, what did I get? Laughter. She would laugh so hard at my expense at my experiences with these horrible dates. She said that it was so funny, that everyone would laugh and that I should have a blog. I looked at her and said, "Thanks a lot! What is a blog?" I also told her, "I'm not a writer, I am an artist." She turned to her computer and 32.5 seconds later, she says, "Here, this is your new blog address." and a legend was born. Theresa, all the world thanks you.
***
Monday, February 22, 2010
Date with probation
Webster's dictionary defines probation as "critical examination and evaluation or subjection to such examination and evaluation". This date definitely had that. I wrote to you about the ex-Marine in blog "Boom on the phone" Saturday night was our dinner date. By the way, his job is a probation officer. Have you seen the television sitcom, Everybody Loves Raymond? The brother Robert in the sitcom, that who I was on a date with. Well, not the actor but the date I had, talked and acted and had a negative personality just like the character Robert on the sitcom. Thankfully, he didn't touch his food to his chin every time he took a bite.
When we first met, we shook hands and he handed me his business card. I replied, "Oh, thanks, if I ever need a probation officer, I'll know who to call.
We agreed to meet at one of his favorite restaurants, he arrived there first and discovered there was an hour waiting list. Then he said, "Lets go to another place."
We left there and just decided to take one car so I rode in his car since it was his town and I didn't know where I was going anyway. The next place has a 45 minute waiting list. He turned to me and with a disappointed look on his face says, "Let's try another place." I said, "I don't mind waiting." "No" he said, "I know another place we can try." I told him, "It is Saturday evening, everywhere we go is going to have a waiting list." But yet again, we were back out in the parking lot walking to his car in search of another restaurant.
The next restaurant, what do you think happens, another waiting list. He can't wait, so we end up leaving that place also and going to another that is just a step up from a diner. I am wondering how we had gone from a nice restaurant, to a steak house, to another steak house to a diner. This is a bad sign on how the date is going to go, I can tell already. To his liking, the waiting list was only 20 minutes. If we would have stayed at the first restaurant, we would have been eating our nice dinner now.
He orders before me. Dinning etiquette, the woman's order is always taken first. If she doesn't know what she would like, you wait. I actually knew what I was ordering. When the waitress came to the table she was turned towards me and asked, "What would you like to order?" He jumps in and says, "I would like to order." After the orders are placed, the dreaded conversation begins.
Mostly he talks about money, how he doesn't ever have enough of it and he wants to date someone who is in a higher class or income bracket than he is. He continues on telling me about how he has dated lawyers, attorneys, other probation officers, his last "relationship", (and I use that term loosely), he says was with a news reporter. I asked him, "So what are you doing sitting across the table, out on a date with an artist?" He replies, "Because you have balls." I looked at him with a look of shock, he continued on, "I don't mean that to sound bad but you are bold, confident, and out-going." Oh, I was still confused considering how much he puts focus on money. He actually said, "You can't make it on less than $100,000. yearly income anymore. It's a tough world out there." He said that a lot, I think that is his coin phrase, "It's a tough world out there." He was wearing a diamond encrusted men's bracelet and a pinkie ring. Yeah, a pinkie ring. Are you serious!? This money hungry guy has plenty of it.
Okay, on to the reporter he told me about. This is the "last relationship" he had and said they broke up a month ago. He said, "It was really heart breaking for me, I thought she was the one, everything clicked, I thought I was getting closer to the American dream. She broke up with me, it was a total surprise, it took me almost a month to get over her." I asked him, how long were you together?" Much to my surprise, the way he was carrying on about her he replies, "A month, we went on two dates." "two dates?" I asked with a surprise look on my face. He said, "Yeah but we talked between those dates too." FREAK! I don't think two date consist of a relationship but he obviously does. Then I begin thinking, "Shit, this is our first date, he is already half way there!" How do you call two dates a relationship?
He is another one of those men who inhale their food. I think he swallowed half of his steak whole. "I'm sorry, I am a slow eater" I said to him as he sat with an empty plate. He said, "I think I eat fast, it is a trait from being in the military." When the waitress came back, he ordered dessert. As he ate his dessert and I tried to continue my meal, he carries on about this reporter. That is how he referred to her as "the reporter".
The date dragged on for three hours of him talking and then he says, "I have been so unsuccessful in dating. I don't understand it. It's a tough world out there." Then he continues on, "I can't understand it, I'm a great guy." Oy vey!@#$%^!@#$% The date was more like a therapy session than a date. Well, I can definitely understand it. He has a negative personality not to mention controlling.
He went on and on about money and standard of living, and blah blah blah. He said that a lot of it is peer pressure. I told him, "I think it is materialism." I said, "When people judge you according to what your income is, that is a problem. If a person looks down on you because you don't have a Movado watch, their are just..." I was stopped in the middle of my sentence by his laughter. He was laughing so hard. Which took me back because he didn't laugh through the entire date, he barely smiled.
When I looked at him in the midst of his uncontrolled laughing, he pulled up his shirt sleeve and there on his wrist was a Movado watch. I was a little mortified. I put one hand over my mouth and the other on my chest, "I am so sorry!" I apologized to him. He just continued to laugh. I smiled with embarrassment. He said, it's okay. He thought it was really funny. Thankfully.
Do you ever forget a person's name? I forgot his name, but what is worse, I didn't know I forgot his name. I was calling him by the wrong name throughout our entire date and he never corrected me. OMG! I could not believe I did that!
When we first met, we shook hands and he handed me his business card. I replied, "Oh, thanks, if I ever need a probation officer, I'll know who to call.
We agreed to meet at one of his favorite restaurants, he arrived there first and discovered there was an hour waiting list. Then he said, "Lets go to another place."
We left there and just decided to take one car so I rode in his car since it was his town and I didn't know where I was going anyway. The next place has a 45 minute waiting list. He turned to me and with a disappointed look on his face says, "Let's try another place." I said, "I don't mind waiting." "No" he said, "I know another place we can try." I told him, "It is Saturday evening, everywhere we go is going to have a waiting list." But yet again, we were back out in the parking lot walking to his car in search of another restaurant.
The next restaurant, what do you think happens, another waiting list. He can't wait, so we end up leaving that place also and going to another that is just a step up from a diner. I am wondering how we had gone from a nice restaurant, to a steak house, to another steak house to a diner. This is a bad sign on how the date is going to go, I can tell already. To his liking, the waiting list was only 20 minutes. If we would have stayed at the first restaurant, we would have been eating our nice dinner now.
He orders before me. Dinning etiquette, the woman's order is always taken first. If she doesn't know what she would like, you wait. I actually knew what I was ordering. When the waitress came to the table she was turned towards me and asked, "What would you like to order?" He jumps in and says, "I would like to order." After the orders are placed, the dreaded conversation begins.
Mostly he talks about money, how he doesn't ever have enough of it and he wants to date someone who is in a higher class or income bracket than he is. He continues on telling me about how he has dated lawyers, attorneys, other probation officers, his last "relationship", (and I use that term loosely), he says was with a news reporter. I asked him, "So what are you doing sitting across the table, out on a date with an artist?" He replies, "Because you have balls." I looked at him with a look of shock, he continued on, "I don't mean that to sound bad but you are bold, confident, and out-going." Oh, I was still confused considering how much he puts focus on money. He actually said, "You can't make it on less than $100,000. yearly income anymore. It's a tough world out there." He said that a lot, I think that is his coin phrase, "It's a tough world out there." He was wearing a diamond encrusted men's bracelet and a pinkie ring. Yeah, a pinkie ring. Are you serious!? This money hungry guy has plenty of it.
Okay, on to the reporter he told me about. This is the "last relationship" he had and said they broke up a month ago. He said, "It was really heart breaking for me, I thought she was the one, everything clicked, I thought I was getting closer to the American dream. She broke up with me, it was a total surprise, it took me almost a month to get over her." I asked him, how long were you together?" Much to my surprise, the way he was carrying on about her he replies, "A month, we went on two dates." "two dates?" I asked with a surprise look on my face. He said, "Yeah but we talked between those dates too." FREAK! I don't think two date consist of a relationship but he obviously does. Then I begin thinking, "Shit, this is our first date, he is already half way there!" How do you call two dates a relationship?
He is another one of those men who inhale their food. I think he swallowed half of his steak whole. "I'm sorry, I am a slow eater" I said to him as he sat with an empty plate. He said, "I think I eat fast, it is a trait from being in the military." When the waitress came back, he ordered dessert. As he ate his dessert and I tried to continue my meal, he carries on about this reporter. That is how he referred to her as "the reporter".
The date dragged on for three hours of him talking and then he says, "I have been so unsuccessful in dating. I don't understand it. It's a tough world out there." Then he continues on, "I can't understand it, I'm a great guy." Oy vey!@#$%^!@#$% The date was more like a therapy session than a date. Well, I can definitely understand it. He has a negative personality not to mention controlling.
He went on and on about money and standard of living, and blah blah blah. He said that a lot of it is peer pressure. I told him, "I think it is materialism." I said, "When people judge you according to what your income is, that is a problem. If a person looks down on you because you don't have a Movado watch, their are just..." I was stopped in the middle of my sentence by his laughter. He was laughing so hard. Which took me back because he didn't laugh through the entire date, he barely smiled.
When I looked at him in the midst of his uncontrolled laughing, he pulled up his shirt sleeve and there on his wrist was a Movado watch. I was a little mortified. I put one hand over my mouth and the other on my chest, "I am so sorry!" I apologized to him. He just continued to laugh. I smiled with embarrassment. He said, it's okay. He thought it was really funny. Thankfully.
Do you ever forget a person's name? I forgot his name, but what is worse, I didn't know I forgot his name. I was calling him by the wrong name throughout our entire date and he never corrected me. OMG! I could not believe I did that!
Sunday, February 21, 2010
A weiner dog named Prince
The date started off like any other. We had a few text conversations and a phone date before we decided to have a dinner date. In the previous contacts and conversations together, he is very polite, warm , and funny. But nothing was going to prepare me for what was to come on this particular evening.
The restaurant we decided on was Durango's, very good Mexican food. Before leaving I text him, "What are you wearing so I know who you are so I don't hit on some Mexican waiter." The man white and 6'4", there was no chance to mistake a Mexican waiter but I was making a joke. He texts me back, "We are meeting at Taco Bell right?" See, he is funny. He told me he would be wearing a bright red jacket. I was picturing a big red parka or some type of red winter jacket. Oh no, he was wearing a bright jacket that had red on it. It was a jacket that was totally 1980's windbreaker type jacket. I asked him, "What kind of a jacket is that!?" He proudly replied, "This is my Olympic jacket, I had to ski hard for this." lol It did have some type of Olympic design on the back. Oh okay, I get it, the winter Olympics are going on right now. He is trying to be in style. The jacket looked like it hadn't been in style or ironed in a number of years.
Friday night and the restaurant was jammed packed, there was only one table in the center that was a small table for two. The waiter showed us to the table then went to retrieve our water. He and I began talking and joking around. Talking about work, the typical type of things you ask and discuss while on a first date.
I asked him, "Do you have any pets?" He said, "I have a dog, he is a wiener dog." The image of this very tall robust man walking down the street with a little tiny wiener dog. The image just made me smile, I had to hold back the laughter but it was a big smile. I replied to him with a big smile that barely contained the joyous laughter behind it, "Awww, how cute, what is his name?" He said, "Prince."
The laughter exploded out of my mouth as if my lungs were an erupting volcano, first a bit slow, then it just continued to explode. I was laughing so hard, I couldn't stop, hold it back, or even breath. Oh gosh, I was laughing so hard me eyes were watering. He began to smile and laugh too, thank the Lord. "I didn't name him, my brother gave him the name. I wanted to have a large dog but my brother's dogs had puppies and they gave this one to me, he was already named Prince." he confessed.
Through bursts of laughter I tried to apologize for laughing at his dog's name mixed with it's stature. I just couldn't control it. By now, in a crowded restaurant, people were beginning to take notice. I tried my best to calm myself and stop laughing. I was afraid to eat or take a drink of water worried that I would choke if I began to laugh again. I don't think I have ever laughed so hard. Anytime I think of it, I still laugh, I am laughing now as I type this. Wow, a wiener dog name Prince.
As we tried to change the subject, mostly in an attempt to get me to stop laughing, in my mind I could hear and see The Village People sing YMCA. Which made me laugh harder. No matter what he said or we talked about, every so often I would just start giggling at the thought of his dog named Prince. By now, my inner conscious was praying that God would close the flood gates of my laughing. We were able to move on to other topics of discussion but the smile and song of YMCA was still with me.
After a wonderful dinner and enjoyment that we had had, he looks at me and says, "Let's get out of here." I was surprised because we didn't have any plans for after dinner, I asked, "Where are we going?" He said, lets go see a movie." "Okay" I responded, I was having so much fun, I really didn't want to just part after that and go home, still laughing.
We drove in separate vehicle to the movie theater. I was laughing uncontrollably, trying to get it all out before we met up again at the movie theater. We had no idea what was showing what times. As we approached the ticket counter, we asked what was beginning now and the woman behind the counter said, "When in Rome." I asked, "What is that about?" She replied, "It is a romantic comedy." My date responded, "Well, perfect." I looked at the woman and said, "Okay, sign us up." We got our tickets and found the appropriate theater and went in. We sat next to each other, we laughed at the funny parts and sometimes made our predictions what was going to happen at other parts. He was a complete gentleman. Nearing the end of the movie, he reaches over and put his arm around my arm. I asked, "What are you doing?" He boldly and honestly said, "I would have pretended to stretch to put my arm around you but I didn't need to stretch my arm." lol
The movie was really very good. Both of us had a very nice time. This a great date, better than I have had in a tremendous amount time. We walked to our vehicles that were parked next to each other. I thanked him for a wonderful time. I told him, "I really had a nice time." Then once again apologized for the uncontrollable laughter earlier in the evening. He leaned in, gave me a little kiss and we said good bye.
When I arrived home, still smiling, I started to text him telling him again what a nice time I had when I was interrupted by his text to me. lol It was a very nice date.
The restaurant we decided on was Durango's, very good Mexican food. Before leaving I text him, "What are you wearing so I know who you are so I don't hit on some Mexican waiter." The man white and 6'4", there was no chance to mistake a Mexican waiter but I was making a joke. He texts me back, "We are meeting at Taco Bell right?" See, he is funny. He told me he would be wearing a bright red jacket. I was picturing a big red parka or some type of red winter jacket. Oh no, he was wearing a bright jacket that had red on it. It was a jacket that was totally 1980's windbreaker type jacket. I asked him, "What kind of a jacket is that!?" He proudly replied, "This is my Olympic jacket, I had to ski hard for this." lol It did have some type of Olympic design on the back. Oh okay, I get it, the winter Olympics are going on right now. He is trying to be in style. The jacket looked like it hadn't been in style or ironed in a number of years.
Friday night and the restaurant was jammed packed, there was only one table in the center that was a small table for two. The waiter showed us to the table then went to retrieve our water. He and I began talking and joking around. Talking about work, the typical type of things you ask and discuss while on a first date.
I asked him, "Do you have any pets?" He said, "I have a dog, he is a wiener dog." The image of this very tall robust man walking down the street with a little tiny wiener dog. The image just made me smile, I had to hold back the laughter but it was a big smile. I replied to him with a big smile that barely contained the joyous laughter behind it, "Awww, how cute, what is his name?" He said, "Prince."
The laughter exploded out of my mouth as if my lungs were an erupting volcano, first a bit slow, then it just continued to explode. I was laughing so hard, I couldn't stop, hold it back, or even breath. Oh gosh, I was laughing so hard me eyes were watering. He began to smile and laugh too, thank the Lord. "I didn't name him, my brother gave him the name. I wanted to have a large dog but my brother's dogs had puppies and they gave this one to me, he was already named Prince." he confessed.
Through bursts of laughter I tried to apologize for laughing at his dog's name mixed with it's stature. I just couldn't control it. By now, in a crowded restaurant, people were beginning to take notice. I tried my best to calm myself and stop laughing. I was afraid to eat or take a drink of water worried that I would choke if I began to laugh again. I don't think I have ever laughed so hard. Anytime I think of it, I still laugh, I am laughing now as I type this. Wow, a wiener dog name Prince.
As we tried to change the subject, mostly in an attempt to get me to stop laughing, in my mind I could hear and see The Village People sing YMCA. Which made me laugh harder. No matter what he said or we talked about, every so often I would just start giggling at the thought of his dog named Prince. By now, my inner conscious was praying that God would close the flood gates of my laughing. We were able to move on to other topics of discussion but the smile and song of YMCA was still with me.
After a wonderful dinner and enjoyment that we had had, he looks at me and says, "Let's get out of here." I was surprised because we didn't have any plans for after dinner, I asked, "Where are we going?" He said, lets go see a movie." "Okay" I responded, I was having so much fun, I really didn't want to just part after that and go home, still laughing.
We drove in separate vehicle to the movie theater. I was laughing uncontrollably, trying to get it all out before we met up again at the movie theater. We had no idea what was showing what times. As we approached the ticket counter, we asked what was beginning now and the woman behind the counter said, "When in Rome." I asked, "What is that about?" She replied, "It is a romantic comedy." My date responded, "Well, perfect." I looked at the woman and said, "Okay, sign us up." We got our tickets and found the appropriate theater and went in. We sat next to each other, we laughed at the funny parts and sometimes made our predictions what was going to happen at other parts. He was a complete gentleman. Nearing the end of the movie, he reaches over and put his arm around my arm. I asked, "What are you doing?" He boldly and honestly said, "I would have pretended to stretch to put my arm around you but I didn't need to stretch my arm." lol
The movie was really very good. Both of us had a very nice time. This a great date, better than I have had in a tremendous amount time. We walked to our vehicles that were parked next to each other. I thanked him for a wonderful time. I told him, "I really had a nice time." Then once again apologized for the uncontrollable laughter earlier in the evening. He leaned in, gave me a little kiss and we said good bye.
When I arrived home, still smiling, I started to text him telling him again what a nice time I had when I was interrupted by his text to me. lol It was a very nice date.
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Laptop legacy
Theresa and I went shopping for a laptop. She is a computer genius and whiz, the things she can do on a computer I don't even think they have invented yet. First we met at a popular chain store that doesn't open until 10:00 (you know who you are). Damn computer geeks sleep in. We looked there, didn't really find anything interesting but we did find a laptop that would do. Of course, they didn't have it in stock.
We went across the way to a popular chain department store that is open 24 hours. Our true intentions were to find a laptop but you know what they say, even the best intentions can lead you astray. We found something even more interesting than any laptop they make. As we looked, grouped, and slid our hand across many shiny new laptop computers we found one that would be just right. We turned to look for an assistant to help us purchase the computer. A small group of people were standing at the electronics desk in casual or civilian clothes. One remarkable handsome man with short salt and pepper hair, tall, clean cut, and wearing a black leather Harley jacket began walking toward us. In my mind, I completely forgot about the computer was instantly transformed into a twenty-something year old.
"Can I help you? I work here." he said as he flashed is name tag from an unidentified pocket. Theresa and I just looked at each other as if we hit the mother load, or should I say the father load. "Yes", I said as I tilted my head to the side, "I am interested in purchasing this laptop right here." Then my hand glided over the computer once again. He turned around and as that action occurred, Theresa and I rubber necked to see the view from the back. Wow, he had a great ass! We just smiled at each other knowing both of us were thinking the same thing. As he walked a way in his Black leather Harley jacket, nice fitting jeans, and black boots, my spine jumped out of my body and I practically slid to the floor. Theresa said, "There you go." I replied with a big smile, "Yeah, so who is going to ask if he is single?"
When he arrived back to where we were standing with our heads in the clouds and our minds in the gutter, he continued to help us with the computer. I knew I had a small but distinct window of opportunity here. "So, are you from here?", I asked realizing, what a complete original line. I wasn't thinking clearly, he also had gorgeous eyes and a great smile. "I actually live in town. I used to travel a lot with my job but now I don't have to travel any more." he replied ever so politely. Trying to see if he had an other half, family, kids, (he didn't have a wedding ring on), I asked, "What are you going to do with all of that free time?" I asked. Expecting him to say spending it with kids, etc. He smiled and with a small chuckle said, "Find a second job to pay for my second Harley I just bought." I turned to Theresa, "Second Harley? That means he is single because if he was married, a wife wouldn't let him buy a second Harley."
"If you are buying a second Harley, you must be single?" I boldly asked him with an inquisitive smile on my face. "Actually..." he began, "I am engaged. I am getting married in a few months." "Congratulations." I said. "Oh damn it!" is what I was thinking.
I looked at Theresa who now also had a disappointed look on her face, disappointed for me that is and I said quietly, "You know after he gets married, that second Harley is going." We giggled, "Yeah, " she said, "That is why he is getting it now before he gets married."
He helped us get the laptop and we thanked him for his help. The laptop that we were so excited about getting now seemed like a consolation prize. As we were leaving the store we continued talking and smiling. Theresa began to say something, "Maybe we'll see him..." something, something, I couldn't understand the rest of the sentence because I began laughing. She looked at me wondering what was so funny. I said to her, "You said semen!" we both laughed then it was time for me to return back to my true age. I told her, "You know, he could have sold me anything." we both just smiled.
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We went across the way to a popular chain department store that is open 24 hours. Our true intentions were to find a laptop but you know what they say, even the best intentions can lead you astray. We found something even more interesting than any laptop they make. As we looked, grouped, and slid our hand across many shiny new laptop computers we found one that would be just right. We turned to look for an assistant to help us purchase the computer. A small group of people were standing at the electronics desk in casual or civilian clothes. One remarkable handsome man with short salt and pepper hair, tall, clean cut, and wearing a black leather Harley jacket began walking toward us. In my mind, I completely forgot about the computer was instantly transformed into a twenty-something year old.
"Can I help you? I work here." he said as he flashed is name tag from an unidentified pocket. Theresa and I just looked at each other as if we hit the mother load, or should I say the father load. "Yes", I said as I tilted my head to the side, "I am interested in purchasing this laptop right here." Then my hand glided over the computer once again. He turned around and as that action occurred, Theresa and I rubber necked to see the view from the back. Wow, he had a great ass! We just smiled at each other knowing both of us were thinking the same thing. As he walked a way in his Black leather Harley jacket, nice fitting jeans, and black boots, my spine jumped out of my body and I practically slid to the floor. Theresa said, "There you go." I replied with a big smile, "Yeah, so who is going to ask if he is single?"
When he arrived back to where we were standing with our heads in the clouds and our minds in the gutter, he continued to help us with the computer. I knew I had a small but distinct window of opportunity here. "So, are you from here?", I asked realizing, what a complete original line. I wasn't thinking clearly, he also had gorgeous eyes and a great smile. "I actually live in town. I used to travel a lot with my job but now I don't have to travel any more." he replied ever so politely. Trying to see if he had an other half, family, kids, (he didn't have a wedding ring on), I asked, "What are you going to do with all of that free time?" I asked. Expecting him to say spending it with kids, etc. He smiled and with a small chuckle said, "Find a second job to pay for my second Harley I just bought." I turned to Theresa, "Second Harley? That means he is single because if he was married, a wife wouldn't let him buy a second Harley."
"If you are buying a second Harley, you must be single?" I boldly asked him with an inquisitive smile on my face. "Actually..." he began, "I am engaged. I am getting married in a few months." "Congratulations." I said. "Oh damn it!" is what I was thinking.
I looked at Theresa who now also had a disappointed look on her face, disappointed for me that is and I said quietly, "You know after he gets married, that second Harley is going." We giggled, "Yeah, " she said, "That is why he is getting it now before he gets married."
He helped us get the laptop and we thanked him for his help. The laptop that we were so excited about getting now seemed like a consolation prize. As we were leaving the store we continued talking and smiling. Theresa began to say something, "Maybe we'll see him..." something, something, I couldn't understand the rest of the sentence because I began laughing. She looked at me wondering what was so funny. I said to her, "You said semen!" we both laughed then it was time for me to return back to my true age. I told her, "You know, he could have sold me anything." we both just smiled.
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Friday, February 19, 2010
Boom on the phone
Boom, boom, boom! The sound on the phone was boom, boom, boom. I wasn't sure if it was a base drum or a man talking in a low voice. I adjusted my hearing aid. Ah, there is is a man with a very low voice; it boomed through the receiver of the phone.
A phone date with a guy from a large city, like me but now lives in a smaller city, again, like me. We told each other some of our sorted tales of dating. I would say that we have had some equally bad dates. So it was reassuring that I wasn't the only one running into road blocks on the road of dating. I am starting to think that it is a one way street with a lot of pot holes. lol What does that say about me? Maybe I am a vagabond on the streets of love.
He is an ex-Marine. I dated a couple of Marines, their not too bright and both of the ones I dated cheated on me. Neither were serious relationships but still it is pretty shitty to cheat on someone. Don't worry, I won't take it out on this guy. This one seems nice. He talks a lot though, that's fine, then I don't have to say anything but it is hard to pay attention when they don't stop for a breath of air.
We set up a date for Saturday. He is taking me to one of his favorite restaurants. The first choice he offered was a restaurant that I really don't like, they have terrible food. Do you remember the blog, Blue Roof and bad credit. That is the place he wanted me to go to. I told him I really don't like that place, they have terrible food. Yuck! Everything taste so bland. Then he suggested his second favorite where I have never been so, I accepted. I guess we will see how we get along.
A phone date with a guy from a large city, like me but now lives in a smaller city, again, like me. We told each other some of our sorted tales of dating. I would say that we have had some equally bad dates. So it was reassuring that I wasn't the only one running into road blocks on the road of dating. I am starting to think that it is a one way street with a lot of pot holes. lol What does that say about me? Maybe I am a vagabond on the streets of love.
He is an ex-Marine. I dated a couple of Marines, their not too bright and both of the ones I dated cheated on me. Neither were serious relationships but still it is pretty shitty to cheat on someone. Don't worry, I won't take it out on this guy. This one seems nice. He talks a lot though, that's fine, then I don't have to say anything but it is hard to pay attention when they don't stop for a breath of air.
We set up a date for Saturday. He is taking me to one of his favorite restaurants. The first choice he offered was a restaurant that I really don't like, they have terrible food. Do you remember the blog, Blue Roof and bad credit. That is the place he wanted me to go to. I told him I really don't like that place, they have terrible food. Yuck! Everything taste so bland. Then he suggested his second favorite where I have never been so, I accepted. I guess we will see how we get along.
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Head over heels
Head over heels or should I say heels over head. A lunch date was set up with a man I met through a local dating site. The day before the date he text my cell phone and says he is in the emergency room because he slipped on a patch of ice and has been hurt. Therefore he must cancel our date for the next day. Ummm, okay, not sure if I buy that but okay. Before I get a chance to respond to his text, he sends another saying, "It is true, I am not saying that to get out of our date, I really want to see you. I will even show you documented proof from the doctor."
Jokingly I respond to him, "You haven't even met me yet and you're already falling for me." He responded in another text, (I am assuming in much pain), "Head over heels." Wow, poor guy. He told me that he felt bad and that he appreciates me not just saying "Oh well...forget it." and stop talking with him and "cutting him loose". I told him "My goodness, no. These things happen. I will meet you first before I decide to 'cut you loose' or maybe you will 'cut me loose'." I think it was a fishing term, "cutting loose". I don't think I will ever be "hip" enough to know the fishing language or lingo. lol
I went to see him the day before his surgery, it was the least I could do. Poor guy, can hardly sit, stand, has to use crutches. I can't believe in all of that pain he was still asking to see me. He seems nice though. It was a short visit, most of the time we talked about baseball. He knows I am a Yankee fan, he is a Brewers fan, poor guy, it must have been that bump on the head from his fall. Although, he does have season diamond box seats at the Brewers. You gotta appreciate that.
Jokingly I respond to him, "You haven't even met me yet and you're already falling for me." He responded in another text, (I am assuming in much pain), "Head over heels." Wow, poor guy. He told me that he felt bad and that he appreciates me not just saying "Oh well...forget it." and stop talking with him and "cutting him loose". I told him "My goodness, no. These things happen. I will meet you first before I decide to 'cut you loose' or maybe you will 'cut me loose'." I think it was a fishing term, "cutting loose". I don't think I will ever be "hip" enough to know the fishing language or lingo. lol
I went to see him the day before his surgery, it was the least I could do. Poor guy, can hardly sit, stand, has to use crutches. I can't believe in all of that pain he was still asking to see me. He seems nice though. It was a short visit, most of the time we talked about baseball. He knows I am a Yankee fan, he is a Brewers fan, poor guy, it must have been that bump on the head from his fall. Although, he does have season diamond box seats at the Brewers. You gotta appreciate that.
Monday, February 15, 2010
Velcro
Velcro, that is what this guy was like. This weekend I met a guy at a pub. We decided to meet there because it is a public place and he likes pubs I guess. He showed up in his striped button down shirt and plaid flannel coat. Terrible.
Anyway, we started by talking and having a drink. Before I know it his bar stool is getting closer and closer to mine. Then his knee is touching mine and I am thinking, "Is this guy going to pee on my leg or something?" I try to be casual and move back when I thought he wasn't looking. Suddenly his hand goes to my shoulder to make a statement as he is talking. Before you know it, his hand is on my leg. I politely excused myself to the ladies room. It is the only thing I could think of fast just to move.
When I came back I moved my bar stool away from him a bit so they weren't right next to each other. He was talking to the bar keeper. I couldn't hear what they were talking about very well but all of a sudden, he says, "This is my girlfriend." Whoa, don't jump the gun buddy, especially before it is out of the case. I just shook my head no and told the barkeeper we just met tonight. The keeper looked at me and gave me that all telling look like he has seen this before.
He kept bragging about how much he can drink and telling retched stories about events that occurred while he was drunk, some he did remember and some he didn't. I couldn't help but ask myself, "What is this guy thinking and why is he telling me this?" My mind began to wonder, how did I meet this person and end up on a date with him in the first place?
The guy just keeps putting his hand on me and his arm around me, trying to stare in my eyes and smile. These things are cute if you have been dating someone for a while but if you just met the person, I gotta tell you, it's creepy. I'm telling you this guy was like Velcro, static cling or something. One thing I did notice, he doesn't brush his teeth nearly enough. I'm telling Santa that this guy needs a case of Colgate for Christmas.
If it was just him and me in the pub, it would have been crowded. I wanted to crawl out of the cesspool that is his personality. No one likes a bar fly. He was like a bar squid with arms and tentacles all over, all over me. Yuck! I jumped up animatedly and stated, "I just remembered that I have to do something in the morning!" I thanked him for the drinks and apologized I could not stay. I practically galloped to the door before he had a chance to let it register in his lumpy head that I was leaving.
My mini van was shimmering in the moon light, I was happy to be driving away from that train wreck waiting to happen. Good thing I never gave him my number, that I would have regretted.
Anyway, we started by talking and having a drink. Before I know it his bar stool is getting closer and closer to mine. Then his knee is touching mine and I am thinking, "Is this guy going to pee on my leg or something?" I try to be casual and move back when I thought he wasn't looking. Suddenly his hand goes to my shoulder to make a statement as he is talking. Before you know it, his hand is on my leg. I politely excused myself to the ladies room. It is the only thing I could think of fast just to move.
When I came back I moved my bar stool away from him a bit so they weren't right next to each other. He was talking to the bar keeper. I couldn't hear what they were talking about very well but all of a sudden, he says, "This is my girlfriend." Whoa, don't jump the gun buddy, especially before it is out of the case. I just shook my head no and told the barkeeper we just met tonight. The keeper looked at me and gave me that all telling look like he has seen this before.
He kept bragging about how much he can drink and telling retched stories about events that occurred while he was drunk, some he did remember and some he didn't. I couldn't help but ask myself, "What is this guy thinking and why is he telling me this?" My mind began to wonder, how did I meet this person and end up on a date with him in the first place?
The guy just keeps putting his hand on me and his arm around me, trying to stare in my eyes and smile. These things are cute if you have been dating someone for a while but if you just met the person, I gotta tell you, it's creepy. I'm telling you this guy was like Velcro, static cling or something. One thing I did notice, he doesn't brush his teeth nearly enough. I'm telling Santa that this guy needs a case of Colgate for Christmas.
If it was just him and me in the pub, it would have been crowded. I wanted to crawl out of the cesspool that is his personality. No one likes a bar fly. He was like a bar squid with arms and tentacles all over, all over me. Yuck! I jumped up animatedly and stated, "I just remembered that I have to do something in the morning!" I thanked him for the drinks and apologized I could not stay. I practically galloped to the door before he had a chance to let it register in his lumpy head that I was leaving.
My mini van was shimmering in the moon light, I was happy to be driving away from that train wreck waiting to happen. Good thing I never gave him my number, that I would have regretted.
Date or interview?
This date I was on seemed more like an interview. He asked so many question. "Are you writing a book?" I had to ask him. Which he replied no. We didn't have much for conversation, just questions back and forth, no discussing the questions or answers that accompanied them. I can't even remember most of the questions let alone the answers. It was not a comfortable date. Good thing it wasn't dinner, it would have gone on forever. How could I possibly have dinner with someone if I can't even have a conversation with them?
Sunday, February 14, 2010
What is typical?
With all of the dates that occur everyday in the world, you would expect some type of routine to them. Other than the dinner and a movie, there really is no routine. I am also starting to realize that typical is only a minimal expression. As you have read in my blogs, nothing seems to be typical. These men are all uniquely freaks in their own right.
I have encountered, red neck to white color, black, white, Hispanic, India, Native American and who knows what else. Everything from unemployed to mortician. I am afraid to ask what else could be out there. I enjoy the interesting and cultured. I could skip the hunting and fishing. But it seems the sane, well educated, and honest men elude me. Have they all been stranded on a desert island somewhere in the Pacific ocean?
Gilligan was a cutie but was hit on the head with a few coconuts too many. One thing I never understood about "Gilligan's Island" was that it was intended to be a "three hour tour" but the people who lived on the S.S. Minnow, Gilligan and the Skipper, didn't have any other clothes but the guests, Ginger, Mary Ann, and the Howls all had tons of clothes that were always perfectly pressed. The Professor, he didn't have any clothes either but that would actually make since.
You would think that with all of the skill it took to build the huts with hammocks and the little village they had going on their with the performance stage and everything that they could have built another boat of at least a raft. Funny how strange and unique people always seemed to show up on the island but yet they were never rescued. That's it, maybe I am on Gilligan's Island and just seem to keep bumping into the freaks and weirdos that wash up on shore. I wouldn't mind dating the professor though. What was his name anyway?
I have encountered, red neck to white color, black, white, Hispanic, India, Native American and who knows what else. Everything from unemployed to mortician. I am afraid to ask what else could be out there. I enjoy the interesting and cultured. I could skip the hunting and fishing. But it seems the sane, well educated, and honest men elude me. Have they all been stranded on a desert island somewhere in the Pacific ocean?
Gilligan was a cutie but was hit on the head with a few coconuts too many. One thing I never understood about "Gilligan's Island" was that it was intended to be a "three hour tour" but the people who lived on the S.S. Minnow, Gilligan and the Skipper, didn't have any other clothes but the guests, Ginger, Mary Ann, and the Howls all had tons of clothes that were always perfectly pressed. The Professor, he didn't have any clothes either but that would actually make since.
You would think that with all of the skill it took to build the huts with hammocks and the little village they had going on their with the performance stage and everything that they could have built another boat of at least a raft. Funny how strange and unique people always seemed to show up on the island but yet they were never rescued. That's it, maybe I am on Gilligan's Island and just seem to keep bumping into the freaks and weirdos that wash up on shore. I wouldn't mind dating the professor though. What was his name anyway?
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Phone date with a youngin'
I was on a phone date with a young guy who lives about two hours from here. He wanted to go on a date the very next day but I told him that I have school. Then he was hinting around saying, "If I drive that far to come and see you, it would be hard for me to turn around and come back if it were only a short date. We could spend the entire day together but if it got late, I wouldn't want to drive back home." Uh huh, I know what he is hinting at. I told him, "Then I think a better idea is that you come here on Saturday and we can have a lunch date together. Then you don't have to drive home in the dark. You will have plenty of time."
Then he went into the "Do you have a roommate?" question. I don't even know this guy and he is already trying to get into my bed. What is it with these guys from India? I'm not familiar with the India culture. Do they just jump in bed with each other the first time they meet? Oh yeah, this one is from India, reminds me of the other phone date I had with a guy from India. (See "Is That A Snickers Bar in my Pocket" blog). This one is young, 28 years old. It seems too young for me.
You know I had to ask if he has his paper work, if he is a citizen or had his green card and guess what, he doesn't. So this is going to be the only date I go on with him. I am never going to fall into that trap again. I am still trying to overcome the drama and heart ache from the last foreigner that was looking for a way. People you have to be careful. Unfortunately, in the world we live in today we have to consider the bad intentions of others. Stay safe in everything you do.
UPDATE:
I decided to cancel the date with this one because later when talking on the phone, he still hinted about staying the night. If he is like that on the phone, I don't want to a bad situation. The issue with the government also made me feel uncomfortable so this one I am leaving under a log.
Then he went into the "Do you have a roommate?" question. I don't even know this guy and he is already trying to get into my bed. What is it with these guys from India? I'm not familiar with the India culture. Do they just jump in bed with each other the first time they meet? Oh yeah, this one is from India, reminds me of the other phone date I had with a guy from India. (See "Is That A Snickers Bar in my Pocket" blog). This one is young, 28 years old. It seems too young for me.
You know I had to ask if he has his paper work, if he is a citizen or had his green card and guess what, he doesn't. So this is going to be the only date I go on with him. I am never going to fall into that trap again. I am still trying to overcome the drama and heart ache from the last foreigner that was looking for a way. People you have to be careful. Unfortunately, in the world we live in today we have to consider the bad intentions of others. Stay safe in everything you do.
UPDATE:
I decided to cancel the date with this one because later when talking on the phone, he still hinted about staying the night. If he is like that on the phone, I don't want to a bad situation. The issue with the government also made me feel uncomfortable so this one I am leaving under a log.
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Weird photo guy
A photo shop that I go into periodically, there is this really nice guy who works there and he always makes sure that he is the one to help me when I am there. He has a really cute smile, blond hair and blue eyes. He has told me that his family is mostly German. Whenever I am there, we always talk a bit about life and what we do for a living, hobbies, etc. He has asked me out a couple of times and I have politely declined, I am not sure why. The last time, I said yes and we agreed to meet after he finished work.
Something very cool is that he is also a big Ramones fan like me. He bragged that he had more autographs by them and I bragged that I have more of their CDs than he does and I had met them more than he did. Anyway, it was something that we had in common that most people don't. We had a lot to talk about and it seemed that there was never a break in the conversation.
Something funny is that he really likes his car (German) and he told me one thing that impressed him was that I didn't compliment him on his car. "What?" I asked in confusion. He said, "The fact that you didn't compliment me on my car shows me that you are not a materialistic person." Uh...okay.
Since we were in his city, he picked the restaurant. He asked me if I liked dive out-of-the-way places and I do so I said, "Yes." He took me to a little hole in the wall diner that had only three tables in it and a short counter to eat at. It really was a little-out-of-the-way place. We ate lunch there. The food was really good. That's what I like, some creativity when going out on a date. Hold on, let me rephrase that, creativity, not creepy. And this date is about to get creepy.
After we ate lunch we were driving around in his car and he said, "I want to take you some place cool." "Okay." I replied. I was thinking somewhere like a park, art gallery, something really interesting maybe great architecture somewhere. When he turned into a cemetery, I thought he was just turning around. Then he kept driving in. I sat really still in my seat and looked at him out of the corner of my eye not wanting to make any sudden moves. Um, the creepy meter just went up to the get-the-hell-out-of-there line. Trying to make light of it, I looked at him and asked, "Is this the cool place you were talking about?" and I pretended to laugh just a little bit. He replied, "Yeah, it is really quiet here." In my mind I am thinking THAT'S BECAUSE EVERYONE IS SIX FEET UNDERGROUND! I just smiled and said, "Yeah, it is really quiet here. Do you mind if we leave now?" Then he says to me, "I'm not weird or anything." "Oh no, I wasn't thinking that." Not at all...yeah I was.
As many times I have talked with him in the store where he works, I never got the creepy weird vibe from him and now I can give you the good explanation. Are you ready for this. Later when I asked him, "So what was up with the cemetery thing? I have never had a date take me to a cemetery before, it was a little creepy I have to say." As sweet and gentlemanly as he could he said, Oh, I am sorry. I just think cemeteries are really interesting. I am going to school to be a mortician. Cemeteries just make me think, and they are quiet." Whoa. That took me by surprise.
He is a very nice guy but I don't think I can date a mortician. I'll still talk with him when I go into his work but as far as another date goes, no thanks.
Something very cool is that he is also a big Ramones fan like me. He bragged that he had more autographs by them and I bragged that I have more of their CDs than he does and I had met them more than he did. Anyway, it was something that we had in common that most people don't. We had a lot to talk about and it seemed that there was never a break in the conversation.
Something funny is that he really likes his car (German) and he told me one thing that impressed him was that I didn't compliment him on his car. "What?" I asked in confusion. He said, "The fact that you didn't compliment me on my car shows me that you are not a materialistic person." Uh...okay.
Since we were in his city, he picked the restaurant. He asked me if I liked dive out-of-the-way places and I do so I said, "Yes." He took me to a little hole in the wall diner that had only three tables in it and a short counter to eat at. It really was a little-out-of-the-way place. We ate lunch there. The food was really good. That's what I like, some creativity when going out on a date. Hold on, let me rephrase that, creativity, not creepy. And this date is about to get creepy.
After we ate lunch we were driving around in his car and he said, "I want to take you some place cool." "Okay." I replied. I was thinking somewhere like a park, art gallery, something really interesting maybe great architecture somewhere. When he turned into a cemetery, I thought he was just turning around. Then he kept driving in. I sat really still in my seat and looked at him out of the corner of my eye not wanting to make any sudden moves. Um, the creepy meter just went up to the get-the-hell-out-of-there line. Trying to make light of it, I looked at him and asked, "Is this the cool place you were talking about?" and I pretended to laugh just a little bit. He replied, "Yeah, it is really quiet here." In my mind I am thinking THAT'S BECAUSE EVERYONE IS SIX FEET UNDERGROUND! I just smiled and said, "Yeah, it is really quiet here. Do you mind if we leave now?" Then he says to me, "I'm not weird or anything." "Oh no, I wasn't thinking that." Not at all...yeah I was.
As many times I have talked with him in the store where he works, I never got the creepy weird vibe from him and now I can give you the good explanation. Are you ready for this. Later when I asked him, "So what was up with the cemetery thing? I have never had a date take me to a cemetery before, it was a little creepy I have to say." As sweet and gentlemanly as he could he said, Oh, I am sorry. I just think cemeteries are really interesting. I am going to school to be a mortician. Cemeteries just make me think, and they are quiet." Whoa. That took me by surprise.
He is a very nice guy but I don't think I can date a mortician. I'll still talk with him when I go into his work but as far as another date goes, no thanks.
Coffee talk
Yesterday I met someone finally that we had been talking for a couple of weeks and just had not been able to meet up. A common break in our schedules allowed us to meet up for a couple of hours over coffee. The time constraint crimped the style and because of access we met at a popular coffee company that I wouldn't mind if they completely fell off the face of the Earth. A hint, the appear in almost every Austin Powers movie. I hate coffee he loves it.
Since we had talked a lot on the phone, we pretty much had covered the basics of general topics. Things were a little quiet. It didn't make it any easier when each time after we finished discussing a topic he would say, "What else?"
The things we did talk about, we share favorite authors, and favorite television preachers like Joel Osteen and Joyce Meyer. We both enjoy doing volunteer work and helping others in need. So we also shared some idea about that. These things are important to have in common but the sparks didn't fly. I think that the time constraint made it difficult to really be able to enjoy our time together. He was on a break from work in between meetings, and I was coming from class with homework to do. I think both of our minds were limited to new stimulation. He has a great smile though. There just didn't seem to be any interest between us. No chemistry.
I am not sure what will happen with this one if there will be another date, probably not. This one I feel barely counts as a date. Plus, he tends to be ambiguous about things. I know when I am ambiguous it means that I am not interested in letting the person get to know me. Perhaps, it is his feeling as well. Since we have been communicating for awhile, I thought it would have turned out better. Oh well, maybe the next one will be more interesting.
Since we had talked a lot on the phone, we pretty much had covered the basics of general topics. Things were a little quiet. It didn't make it any easier when each time after we finished discussing a topic he would say, "What else?"
The things we did talk about, we share favorite authors, and favorite television preachers like Joel Osteen and Joyce Meyer. We both enjoy doing volunteer work and helping others in need. So we also shared some idea about that. These things are important to have in common but the sparks didn't fly. I think that the time constraint made it difficult to really be able to enjoy our time together. He was on a break from work in between meetings, and I was coming from class with homework to do. I think both of our minds were limited to new stimulation. He has a great smile though. There just didn't seem to be any interest between us. No chemistry.
I am not sure what will happen with this one if there will be another date, probably not. This one I feel barely counts as a date. Plus, he tends to be ambiguous about things. I know when I am ambiguous it means that I am not interested in letting the person get to know me. Perhaps, it is his feeling as well. Since we have been communicating for awhile, I thought it would have turned out better. Oh well, maybe the next one will be more interesting.
Friday, February 5, 2010
A drive through. Are you serious?!
Recently I was asked to lunch by someone whom I have met before and talked to socially. However, I don't know him very well and I don't think I even want to. He asked me if I had eaten lunch yet as it was nearing one in the cold Wisconsin afternoon. "No, not yet but I am intending to go after I leave here." I answered him. Then he asked me, " Well, why don't we go together then? Then we could talk a some more." "Okay." I said as I nodded my head in agreement.
He offered to drive so we got into his car and off we went. We talked about just basics, work school, that sort of thing. Not really any interesting our unique conversation. Pretty much, this guy doesn't do anything outside of work and church so he is purpose oriented. I can see that he has a pretty high opinion of himself, it shows in his constant comparing of himself to others. Even though he is in his late forties, you would think he was in his late teens, not because of his looks, the balding pattern and wrinkles give that away but in his constant self assurance that he knows everything. Wow, maybe that is why he doesn't have many friends. Just a guess.
He didn't ask me anything or invite me into the conversation he was having with I presume, himself because no one else was there and he certainly didn't expect me to interlude. He drove to a sub sandwich shop. Fine by me, I don't eat sandwiches very often, I was thinking about all the combinations of choices and the smells and flavors there would be when we entered the restaurant.
Unfortunately, their would be no entering the restaurant. He went straight through the drive through. WHAT??? This completely threw me for a loop. I suddenly lost my bearing, my map of smells of fresh bread, crisp vegetables, and choice meats was no where to be found. That oh so important biological map was in the building where we were not. Who takes a person through a drive through when there is no intention of going anywhere else after the food is attained?
I stumbled over my thoughts and tongue as I tried to order. What would I order now that I don't have my senses to help me decide. No bright colors, no textures, no smells of soft baking bread. Only a sign that I had to look at around an arrogant, portly, middle aged self proclaimed man of great political knowledge. I looked out my side window and there was no cliff to jump from. If I leaped from the vehicle now, I would only hit the ground a few feet below and suffer yet even more humiliation than just being with him. He order his sandwich and turned to look at me and I was like a deer in the head lights. Blank face starring eyes, wondering which way he was going to go and if it would be safe to run. "What do you want?" He asked me as the speaker continued to blare with a static disembodied voice. "Um...(I looked at the numbers on the menu and just picked one that was recognizable)number 7. Since I hadn't been to this chain of restaurant before, I had no idea what anything would be.
"You didn't know what you wanted" He asked me, once again showing what a genius he is. I didn't answer, I was still in shock at the events and trying to get my mind back to the present time continuum. Now that our meal has been flung through a window he drives around to the front of the building, into the parking lot of the sandwich shop and parks his car. I just looked at him wondering what he was going to do next.
And what do you think he did? Why unwrapped his sandwich and began eating of course. He didn't pray and didn't say anything, just began eating. Okay, first of all, eating a sub sandwich in a car is not that easy, especially with another person there because you need to focus on eating, not making a mess, not dropping anything, and he wants to talk. I am a multitask er but I definitely prefer sitting at the table. Not to mention, we are sitting in the parking lot of the place we ordered the food. Why not eat inside? Inside where there are nice clean tables, I can take my heavy marshmallow coat off, smell the freshly bakes bread and eat my sandwich with the enjoyment of all my senses. To be able to eat comfortably. Wow, there is a novel idea. What an idiot! I am glad he involved me on the decision making process of any of this. (I hope you noticed I am being sarcastic here) By the way, did I mention that it was a very gold Wisconsin day? Meaning we also had on heavy jacket and coats, hats and gloves. Not exactly the most comfortable or best choice attire for eating, especially in a car where there is limited movement.
Another date? I would tell him "Fat chance" but this dim light might think that I am calling him fat and saying he has a chance. In fact, there is no chance, at all. If you can't treat a woman with respect and dignity, why oh why would she ever want to be around you? Never, never take a woman through a drive through then eat in the car. NEVER do that!
He offered to drive so we got into his car and off we went. We talked about just basics, work school, that sort of thing. Not really any interesting our unique conversation. Pretty much, this guy doesn't do anything outside of work and church so he is purpose oriented. I can see that he has a pretty high opinion of himself, it shows in his constant comparing of himself to others. Even though he is in his late forties, you would think he was in his late teens, not because of his looks, the balding pattern and wrinkles give that away but in his constant self assurance that he knows everything. Wow, maybe that is why he doesn't have many friends. Just a guess.
He didn't ask me anything or invite me into the conversation he was having with I presume, himself because no one else was there and he certainly didn't expect me to interlude. He drove to a sub sandwich shop. Fine by me, I don't eat sandwiches very often, I was thinking about all the combinations of choices and the smells and flavors there would be when we entered the restaurant.
Unfortunately, their would be no entering the restaurant. He went straight through the drive through. WHAT??? This completely threw me for a loop. I suddenly lost my bearing, my map of smells of fresh bread, crisp vegetables, and choice meats was no where to be found. That oh so important biological map was in the building where we were not. Who takes a person through a drive through when there is no intention of going anywhere else after the food is attained?
I stumbled over my thoughts and tongue as I tried to order. What would I order now that I don't have my senses to help me decide. No bright colors, no textures, no smells of soft baking bread. Only a sign that I had to look at around an arrogant, portly, middle aged self proclaimed man of great political knowledge. I looked out my side window and there was no cliff to jump from. If I leaped from the vehicle now, I would only hit the ground a few feet below and suffer yet even more humiliation than just being with him. He order his sandwich and turned to look at me and I was like a deer in the head lights. Blank face starring eyes, wondering which way he was going to go and if it would be safe to run. "What do you want?" He asked me as the speaker continued to blare with a static disembodied voice. "Um...(I looked at the numbers on the menu and just picked one that was recognizable)number 7. Since I hadn't been to this chain of restaurant before, I had no idea what anything would be.
"You didn't know what you wanted" He asked me, once again showing what a genius he is. I didn't answer, I was still in shock at the events and trying to get my mind back to the present time continuum. Now that our meal has been flung through a window he drives around to the front of the building, into the parking lot of the sandwich shop and parks his car. I just looked at him wondering what he was going to do next.
And what do you think he did? Why unwrapped his sandwich and began eating of course. He didn't pray and didn't say anything, just began eating. Okay, first of all, eating a sub sandwich in a car is not that easy, especially with another person there because you need to focus on eating, not making a mess, not dropping anything, and he wants to talk. I am a multitask er but I definitely prefer sitting at the table. Not to mention, we are sitting in the parking lot of the place we ordered the food. Why not eat inside? Inside where there are nice clean tables, I can take my heavy marshmallow coat off, smell the freshly bakes bread and eat my sandwich with the enjoyment of all my senses. To be able to eat comfortably. Wow, there is a novel idea. What an idiot! I am glad he involved me on the decision making process of any of this. (I hope you noticed I am being sarcastic here) By the way, did I mention that it was a very gold Wisconsin day? Meaning we also had on heavy jacket and coats, hats and gloves. Not exactly the most comfortable or best choice attire for eating, especially in a car where there is limited movement.
Another date? I would tell him "Fat chance" but this dim light might think that I am calling him fat and saying he has a chance. In fact, there is no chance, at all. If you can't treat a woman with respect and dignity, why oh why would she ever want to be around you? Never, never take a woman through a drive through then eat in the car. NEVER do that!
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Spring semester
Spring semester is in full swing. The weather seems to be holding out but then it changes every few minutes. This semester I have very difficult classes that I must do well in so as a result, I will be dating less. But will keep up todate with this blog and the readers it has aquired. Thank you all so much for your dedication, letters, emails, and continued support. God bless you and be gracious to you!
Talk to you soon!
Talk to you soon!
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