Blondie 2.0

Hey there followers! I know I haven’t updated in awhile, but to be honest there hasn’t been much to report. Really-very dry spell. Arid. Parched. Sahara desert status. Just so nobody is hanging out there wondering, I will close the loop on Teddybear McMIT. Our date was very nice. I honestly can’t think of a more descriptive word because it just didn’t strike me in any unique way. He selected a Zagat rated sushi restaurant (double points up on the board for that move!) and we met at 8:00. He was a few minutes late and though I know some people probably wouldn’t mind this, I am not one of them. Maybe my expectations are too high, but I feel like the man should be early to greet his date. Plus that “crap is he gonna ditch me” anxiety is not good energy right before your date. But he apologized that he was late and said he went to the old location (not sure how he managed to get confused being an MIT alum and all). He redeemed himself when looking at the packed restaurant (starving) he reveals that he has made a reservation. Whew! I was about to start nibbling on my scarf as an appetizer! He was a real sweetheart and let me order what I wanted, and eat the last of the best rolls. His mannerisms were a bit shy, and he seemed perhaps a little uncomfortable but not in an awkward way, more just first date nerves. He was definitely polite, a perfect gentleman and had excellent manners. The thing I couldn’t get over was how much of a baby face he had! If it weren’t for his age listed on his match.com profile I would think he was an undergrad. I found myself thinking, could I get excited about making out with this guy? I determined I could if he put the moves on me. Well everything went according to plan after the date; he walked me to my car. He hugged me. He asked me if I’d like to hang out again (yes). Well followers, brace yourselves. He hasn’t called. So final vote: Bud.

Very much like TeachyMcTallgirl, I have unintentionally turned into the one-date-wonder. This has never happened to me before! Before ToolyMcWankface I never had a guy not call. Ever. My dating energy has clearly shifted. Perhaps the same forces of nature that have caused all the natural disasters lately are affecting my love life. Or maybe I am subconsciously projecting some vibe that is so off putting, men have no desire to spend time with me? Whatever it is, the over-analytical girl that I am would not let me leave anything to chance! So I did what I always do, I bought a book about it. The premise of the book is education for “one date wonder” girls such as myself. I've been doing my homework. Based on the book’s advice (simply put: project soft, feminine, positive, nurturing and compassionate energy) I revamped my match.com profile. However, I kept all the same pictures. This is practically a scientific experiment! Now followers don’t get all “you shouldn’t change yourself to meet a man” on me. I am not. I simply selected different aspects of my well rounded personality to highlight. It has been approximately 24 hours since I did this and my level of maction has spiked significantly! Hopefully it will manifest into an opportunity for me to try out Blondie 2.0.

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Happy St. Patrick's Day! Obviously I'm out having a wild time. Nope. In my defense, my best-friend had a baby today and I have been focused on that. She's so cute, and perfect, and I love her. And hey, at least I'm in love with someone!! Cause when it comes to dudes, not so much...

Ok, so had my date with Professor McMusicMan on Tuesday. The date was originally scheduled for Friday (much to my dismay), but when the texter-extraordinaire hadn't confirmed or told me when or where by 1:00pm on Friday, I cancelled for the night. Apparently he had been "at a gig" on Thursday and then in meetings on Friday morning so hadn't had a chance to get back to me. Although these seem like fair excuses, you cannot leave a girl hanging for hours and hours on end. We agreed on a date next week (he originally suggested Monday but I had to propose a few other dates because I was NOT about to miss The Bachelor Finale on Monday night), of course, over text.

Then comes the weekend - my birthday weekend! This dude is texting me up a storm: "Happy Birthday weekend! Hope you are having a great time!" I think he may have actually texted me something along those lines on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. Haha cracks me up just thinking about it. I mean, I know it is nice, and he most certainly means well, it is just way too much for me. Tuesday rolls around and he again, hadn't confirmed when or where until 1:37pm (just double checked my texts). We go back and forth a few times and then he picks a place in Newport Beach for margaritas. Perfect. I'd also like to point out that in these few back and forth texts, I had to see an exclamation point at the end of every single sentence and also a minimum of one :) per text. The thing is, I've never used a :) in my life. In fact, just to make those 2 I had to search the keyboard for the appropriate keys. I'd also like to point out how feminine I think !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and :) ;) :) ;) :) ;) are!

5:47pm, I pull up to the restaurant and he was sitting outside waiting for me, which was very nice. Gave him a hug and the two of us struck up conversation right away. Seemed pretty comfortable right from the get-go. On a quick aside, I had had a REALLY bad day at work, was on the verge of tears (and had I spoken to my dad, which I really wanted to, I would have most definitely been sobbing), just seconds before this date. We sit outside on a beautiful Southern California day and both order margaritas on the rocks with salt (so good!). We talked a lot about sports (it's my comfort zone and go-to), our families, our work, school, etc. He asked me lots of questions and had me talking for a few hours which ended up being just what I needed to take my mind off of work. Although the conversation definitely did flow, as per usual, I did feel a bit like he was so entertained with me. The good-old Court Jester Syndrome that both Teachy McTallGirl and I suffer from. He must have said "Oh I like that" or "Oh I love that" at least 20 times (seriously) after I said something that he apparently liked/loved.

I know this is sounding nit-picky (and it probably is) but I also noticed that some of his mannerisms are a bit feminine (I mean, this is on top of the !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and :) :)). When the server (who was TOTALLY an "it's Pat," btw) would come and check on us he would do this weird, head slightly thrown back and hand on his chest move and would assure s/he that we were fine (I literally have no idea if our server was a man or woman after 2+ hours).

Positives about the date - he was so nice, has a good job that he is super passionate about and I bet really quite good at, he loves sports and was comfortable talking to me about them, seems close with his family, and has a good education. I WISH I could like him but in the end, I'm pretty sure he's going to end up a bud.

He said that night, and has texted me since, that he would like to go out again. However, I have not yet been asked on an actual date. I am currently debating whether or not I should go (if I'm actually asked). I'd say right now that I'm leaning towards giving him one more shot, but we'll see how many :) :) :) I see between now and being asked on a date, and that could change my final answer. Willing to take suggestions and opinions, so if you have 'em, send 'em over!