All Smiles

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!

Waste of make up

After a couple weeks of maction (match.com action), my winking, emailing and profile stalking finally manifested into an actual date last night. Proffy McAkward initially showed real promise; he was a lawyer, well read, and came across as a total tender-hearted sweetie in his profile. He was undeterred by the fact that I accidentally emailed him from Hottie McAsian's profile (rookie mistake). However, I started to have doubts (that TeachyMcTallgirl pointed out should really be concerns) as things played out.

He emailed me on Wednesday to ask me out for Thursday, stating he would call that night. Well, 10PM rolls around and no call yet. I was trying very hard not to care, but it is impossible to be told, "I will call you tonite," as a single girl and not get your hopes up that somebody might actually want to speak with you. So eventually he does send me a text around 10:15 indicating that he was too exhausted to call me because he had just gotten home from yoga. Hmmm I think to myself as I read this bizarre text. Was this Bikhram yoga perhaps? It was difficult for me to empathize, but I was determined to go out on a date so I ignored my vaginal instincts.

I responded and indicated that I was open for the drink he had proposed. He texted me Thursday morning with a suggestion of a place to meet, to which I agreed. He then proceeded to tell me via text that he would be the old, bald, fat guy at the bar. Hmmmm. Puzzled again, but I suppose he was trying to be funny? The subtleties of sarcasm did not translate over text message. As I relayed the details of these interactions with Teachy, my vaginal instincts went into overdrive. If this is how he is choosing to interact with me BEFORE I even meet him, and this is his "first impression," what can I expect from this guy down the road? I predicted a frustrating series of un-returned phone calls and unrealized plans. Teachy's wise words snapped me back to reality and I had a premonition. This guy is going to be late for our date. And guess what. He was late.

He was kind enough to text me and let me know he would be 10 minutes late, which would have been reasonable had he not truly been 20 minutes late. Upon arrival he did not explain why he was late or apologize. Not wanting to be rude but really curious as to how he could be late at 8:30 on a Thursday, I asked where he had come from. Answer, a mixer in San Jose. Again, not my choice for first impressions to schedule a date AFTER a mixer in a city 30 miles away. But who am I to judge? So our date ensued.

Teachy had warned me that this guy was probably a socially awkward geek, and she was right. While his face was actually very handsome, his mannerisms were fidgety and distracting. He projected the vibe of a 12 year old and apparently had the lifestyle to match. Throughout the evening he revealed to me that not only is he currently living in a hotel (no I am not making this up) he has lately gotten into the habit of sleeping until 10AM. Our conversation actually kept me entertained but not because of his engaging personality, but because I was fascinated by this spectacle of a man. By the end, I was exhausted as being fake nice to people takes a lot of energy. Particularly since all I wanted to do was get out of there and watch Jersey Shore. Had he not been late, I might have gotten home by 10PM.

When I woke up this morning I decided not to let good make up go to waste so I skipped a shower and wore last night's face to work. So I guess you might say, I got my 20 minutes back. Final vote: Dud