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?

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?

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.

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.

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.

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!

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!