"Date" "Update"

Quick update on Trojan McWannabe. Upon the advice of my friends (I might wanna look into getting new friends!), I finally responded to Trojan McWannabe's emails. Sent him a quick note this morning saying, "Sorry it took me a while to respond. I've been very busy with work (left out the part about me thinking he's a freak) and just haven't had the chance to write." Told him I saw Black Swan last night and asked if he's seen it, stuff like that. He responds within 30 minutes (duh), with an email saying, "No problem. I'm really busy with work too. So glad that you wrote so I can continue to get to know you." I would like to throw it out there that there is NO CHANCE IN HELL that this guy is busy. If you can write 5 personal emails to the same person within 24 hours, you aren't busy. And for the record, he's a manager at Disneyland, whatever that means. As the slogan goes, for the sake of the blog, I'll continue to email this fool and hope to be asked out on a date! Stay posted.

Now, to the real subject at hand. Tonight I went on a date with Bball McVocab. We met for coffee around 6:15pm at the mall. I got to the mall entrance first and saw him walking up. When he got to me, he gave me a hug, and then did the top-to-bottom check-out and told me, "you look wonderful." Uh oh. As I predicted, he liked my size.

We walk through the mall and I caught him looking me up and down a bit (actually a lot) too much. We get in line for our coffees and he's already putting his arms around me. This is where I think there's a cultural breakdown. I would say I speak for most (maybe even all) Americans, when I say that we don't like being touched by strangers. Like dude, you've now touched me more in the past 5 minutes than anyone else in the past 5 days. Gross.

Teachy warned me this could happen (she's been on her fair share of dates with African McLovers) so while he was putting his arm around me, I was literally laughing. Body shakes. Couldn't help it.

We take a seat in the coffee shop and get to talking. His English is decent but pretty heavily accented. He was really nice, asked a lot of questions, has good goals, and I think REALLY REALLY liked me. At one point, he put his hand out over the table to try and hold my hand! Hahahaha! I started laughing and was like, "What are you doing?! I'm not holding your hand!" I don't think he quite understood my extreme aversion to public hand-holding on day one, and just laughed at me like I was some spectacle. He told me he liked how much I smiled and laughed (which I tend to do more and more when I'm nervous and awkward - which is an AWFUL habit because it's misinterpreted 100% of the time).

I think we sat and talked for about an hour and a half when I took it upon myself to wrap things up by telling him he needed to get home and work on his project (which he had told me about earlier). He tried to put his arm around me as we walked through the mall and I did my best to avoid his touch. Another mall goer, a woman in her 50s, gave me a sideways glance as she walked past us. I can only imagine what she thought of the odd couple walking through South Coast Plaza! He walked me to my car, I quickly gave him a hug, told him it was nice to meet him and frantically drove away. I'm currently praying he doesn't call me. Fingers crossed!

I do think he is a nice person, good intentions, and some lady (most likely not your average American chick) is going to be lucky to date him. He's just definitely not the right guy for me.

Final vote: Bud.

If at first you don't succeed...

...dust yo'self off and try AGAIN! Aaaaand that's what I'm doing.

Yeah... after the overwhelming feeling of rejection that I suffered this weekend, I decided to jump right back on to match.com with full force - new profile, new attitude. So I updated my profile and got to winking. And now I've got three dates coming up in the next week. Only one is from match.com, though.

Speedy McSwedester is a tall, athletic Swedish guy who recently moved to the Bay Area. His email subject line said, "Wanna go for a run sometime?" HA! Did you laugh out loud, too? I told him I'd go for a run with him, but it would be more like me running really slowly and him taking a walk next to me. Anyway, he seems like a pretty cool guy. He's a semi-pro cyclist, which is a little intimidating, but we'll see how things go. We have a date scheduled for Friday night.

I gave in to Ballsy McIndian (we met in the cereal aisle at Target, remember?) only because I am 99.9% certain that our date will lead to some really good blogging material. Is it bad to agree to dates "for the sake of the blog"? Because that has pretty much been my tagline lately. Either way, it appears he has moved from his tall girl fetish to a more appropriate obsession with my job as a teacher, as his "future career interest is in that direction." So, we're having coffee on Tuesday next week. Wish me luck!

And then, on a particularly odd note, I saw one of my exes at my triathlon practice last Saturday and we made plans to have dinner at this restaurant in Mountain View that I apparently told him I'd take him to while we were dating (I do not remember that at all), but I never did. Whoops. That's what you get for breaking up with me. So, Youngster McFriendlyGiant and I are going to dinner on Monday night at above-referenced restaurant. However, just for clarification, this is not a date-with-a-potential-husband situation. That ship has sailed. I never felt particularly sad about our breakup and we have remained semi-friends. So THIS is just two friends meeting for dinner. However, I will still blog about it because blogging about people when they don't know I'm doing it is so much fun!