After things ended with the guy featured in my prior post, I began to see other guys. I went on a few dates here and there with no one worth mentioning. There were however, four guys who made this summer interesting to say the least.
First, is a blast from my recent dating past - The Grown Up Frat Boy aka D-bag. As you may remember, he was a grown up man-child who pretended that he wanted to settle down and have a serious relationship. Except that that wasn't as much fun as going clubbing every night and partying with his boys on the regular.
After several months of not speaking to each other, he sent me a message on Facebook in the middle of the night. It was a short message: "Hey." But, I could tell what it was he wanted. The following Saturday evening, I responded asking "drunk much last night?" He replied by inviting me out to a club with him and his friends that night. For whatever reason, I decided to go. Seeing as how I haven't been to a club since I was probably 23, I didn't know what to wear. My roommate helped me put together an outfit...I wore a short grey shift dress, my big fake pearl earrings, my roommate's blue/gold chunky neckalace and my 4 inch patent leather beige heels. When I met him at da club, he told me I looked good - "very corporate", I believe were his exact words.
It was his buddy's birthday, so 35 of their closest friends had gotten a table and a bottle. GUFB asked what he could make me and I told him to just give me some vodka on the rocks. The house music was blaring, the strobe lights were flashing...I knew I was going to need the aid of hard liquor for this.
The surprising thing was that I actually had a good time. We chatted about non-sense the whole night...joked around...had a good time all around. At the end of the night, I went back with him to his place, but didn't sleep with him. I of course fell asleep on the couch and he carried me to bed, gave me PJ's and helped me take my contacts out. I thought maybe he's not so bad...he seems to be doing nice things.
I left early Sunday morning, but before I left he confirmed that we were going out to dinner the next night (he asked me at da club, but I just rolled my eyes b/c I remembered how he would always make plans and then cancel at the last minute). I told him sure and to call me.
He did call. I met him at his apartment and we walked to a restaurant in the Meatpacking District. Dinner was really good and afterwards, I went back with him to his place for a little. We watched a recorded episode of jeopardy and one thing led to another and yada yada yada.
I left around 11:30 and I remember thinking, ehh that wasn't so great.
That didn't, however, stop me from texting him about 2 weeks later. My roommate and I were moving out of our apartment and Time Warner had come to take away all of our forms of entertainment. We passed the night away by eating dinner, then eating a lot of cake and I drank 3/4 of a bottle of wine. It was still only 9 pm. With a little encouragement from my roommate and a lot of encouragement from all the wine I drank, I texted GUFB telling him he should come over. You would think that a guy would show up soon after that. Instead, here's how the conversation went:
GUFB: Did you just invite me over for an adult play date?
Me: Oh good, you got it. I was worried it wasn't clear.
GUFB: Haha. I literally just walked in from work and I ordered food...come here, I have sex and tv.
Me: Nah, you come here. I have cake leftovers.
GUFB: Cake? I need real food.
Me: (insert last name of GUFB), you dissapoint me. Goodnight.
GUFB: I'll text you after I eat.
Me: Well, hurry up b/c I'm going to bed soon.
By the time he texted me back, it was too late.
We rescheduled the play date for another night. And, it was not fun. He was drunk from hanging out with his boys all day and was being incredibly rude and obnoxious. I ended up not getting any sleep that night because he kept his apartment at sub-arctic temperatures and apparently had no idea where his blanket was. I couldn't wait to get up in the morning to go to work.
I'm pretty sure there won't be anymore playdates.
Next: The Neuroscientist and the World Traveler
Sunday, August 19, 2012
I'm Back
It's been a while since I wrote an entry so, as I sit here today, hungover from drinking many shots last night, I've decided that it's time to update you all on my love life.
The last time I wrote I had been seeing a guy for about a month and things were actually going pretty well. I guess I'll start with how that ended.
This guy was funny, cute, smart and seemed so sweet. He would get in touch with me on a Monday to make plans with me for the weekend...he never let me pay for anything....he would email me in between dates just to say hi...I really liked him. We went out on three dates within the course of three weeks and for our fourth date, I decided to invite him to my friend's birthday gathering at a local bar. That Friday night we first went to dinner, which was a lot of fun and during which he spoke of us going to the beach together when the summer came. I thought to myself, ok, he must like me if he's talking about hanging out several months from now. After dinner, we went to my friend's birthday at the bar where he met a few of my friends and everyone seemed to like him. I was so happy. After the bar, I went back with him to his place. The next day, things started to get weird.
That entire weekend I had continuing legal education courses that I had to attend. So, I got up around 7 am Saturday morning at his place to go to class. I was a little annoyed that he didn't get out of bed to walk me out of his apartment. I got progressively annoyed as the weekend went on because he hadn't texted or called me to ask me how the class was going or just to say hey. By Sunday night I was upset and worried that he wasn't going to speak to me again despite how great of a time we were having with each other. But, around 9 pm that Sunday night, he finally texted me asking how the rest of my weekend was. The next day at work, I expected an email or something asking me to go out again. But, no such email came. On Tuesday, he sent me an odd email simply asking how my week was going, but not asking to see me again. I wrote back asking him what he was up to that week and he never responded. At the end of the week, he wrote back to me stating that he didn't do anything during the week (I obvioulsy wondered why he didn't ask me to hang out then). However, he did invite me out for Saturday...to bring some girlfriends to meet up with him and his friends for Cinco de Mayo drinking festivites. I knew something was up at this point, so I friended him on Facebook so that I could do somestalking research. Turned out he had just gotten out of a five year long relationship about six months prior to our starting to date. It all made sense me to then.
The following week, I emailed him to ask him if he wanted to get a drink one night. My plan was to ask him what his deal was because while he had become distant, he was still sending me random one-liner emails. Of course, he didn't have time to get a drink and by the end of the week he had sent me an email telling me that he really liked me, but was trying to work on things with his ex.
I got mixed advice from friends, but in the end I decided to reply to his email. I stated that I knew something was up with his ex, which I had hoped to find out about over a drink and that I thought he was rude and disrespecful by leading me on and by not just telling me the truth from the get-go. He responded that he was sorry and that he was so confused, etc etc.
That was the end of that.
Fast forward about two months....I was awoken on a Thursday night at 1:45 am to the sound of my phone ringing. It was him. I figured he accidentally dialed my number, so I silenced the call and went back to sleep. Fifteen minutes later, he called again. I silenced the call and went back to bed. The next morning, I consulted my source of all important information - Facebook. I saw that at around 2 am he checked in at a bar close to my apartment. I then knew the calls were no accident.
So, I texted him that morning to thank him for the early wake up call. He wrote back asking me if he could talk to me later that day. I asked about what and he replied "just, everything..." I have to say, I was pretty excited. But, of course, he never called. The next night, he texted me at 3 am asking if it was too late to call and if so, if he could call me tomorrow. I told him to call me tomorrow. By 10 pm that next day, he still hadn't contacted me so I decided to text him a friendly little message stating not to call or text me at 2 am in his drunken stupor. He never responded.
And, that was really the end of that.
The last time I wrote I had been seeing a guy for about a month and things were actually going pretty well. I guess I'll start with how that ended.
This guy was funny, cute, smart and seemed so sweet. He would get in touch with me on a Monday to make plans with me for the weekend...he never let me pay for anything....he would email me in between dates just to say hi...I really liked him. We went out on three dates within the course of three weeks and for our fourth date, I decided to invite him to my friend's birthday gathering at a local bar. That Friday night we first went to dinner, which was a lot of fun and during which he spoke of us going to the beach together when the summer came. I thought to myself, ok, he must like me if he's talking about hanging out several months from now. After dinner, we went to my friend's birthday at the bar where he met a few of my friends and everyone seemed to like him. I was so happy. After the bar, I went back with him to his place. The next day, things started to get weird.
That entire weekend I had continuing legal education courses that I had to attend. So, I got up around 7 am Saturday morning at his place to go to class. I was a little annoyed that he didn't get out of bed to walk me out of his apartment. I got progressively annoyed as the weekend went on because he hadn't texted or called me to ask me how the class was going or just to say hey. By Sunday night I was upset and worried that he wasn't going to speak to me again despite how great of a time we were having with each other. But, around 9 pm that Sunday night, he finally texted me asking how the rest of my weekend was. The next day at work, I expected an email or something asking me to go out again. But, no such email came. On Tuesday, he sent me an odd email simply asking how my week was going, but not asking to see me again. I wrote back asking him what he was up to that week and he never responded. At the end of the week, he wrote back to me stating that he didn't do anything during the week (I obvioulsy wondered why he didn't ask me to hang out then). However, he did invite me out for Saturday...to bring some girlfriends to meet up with him and his friends for Cinco de Mayo drinking festivites. I knew something was up at this point, so I friended him on Facebook so that I could do some
The following week, I emailed him to ask him if he wanted to get a drink one night. My plan was to ask him what his deal was because while he had become distant, he was still sending me random one-liner emails. Of course, he didn't have time to get a drink and by the end of the week he had sent me an email telling me that he really liked me, but was trying to work on things with his ex.
I got mixed advice from friends, but in the end I decided to reply to his email. I stated that I knew something was up with his ex, which I had hoped to find out about over a drink and that I thought he was rude and disrespecful by leading me on and by not just telling me the truth from the get-go. He responded that he was sorry and that he was so confused, etc etc.
That was the end of that.
Fast forward about two months....I was awoken on a Thursday night at 1:45 am to the sound of my phone ringing. It was him. I figured he accidentally dialed my number, so I silenced the call and went back to sleep. Fifteen minutes later, he called again. I silenced the call and went back to bed. The next morning, I consulted my source of all important information - Facebook. I saw that at around 2 am he checked in at a bar close to my apartment. I then knew the calls were no accident.
So, I texted him that morning to thank him for the early wake up call. He wrote back asking me if he could talk to me later that day. I asked about what and he replied "just, everything..." I have to say, I was pretty excited. But, of course, he never called. The next night, he texted me at 3 am asking if it was too late to call and if so, if he could call me tomorrow. I told him to call me tomorrow. By 10 pm that next day, he still hadn't contacted me so I decided to text him a friendly little message stating not to call or text me at 2 am in his drunken stupor. He never responded.
And, that was really the end of that.
Thursday, April 26, 2012
Long Overdue Update
Hey all, sorry for the lack of posting recently. Here's a quick update on my dating life:
A few weeks ago I found out through Facebook that my ex has had a girlfriend for several months now. It was a total shock and incredibly depressing. I threw myself a pity party that weekend where I got drunk with some girlfriends and got lost in some amazing realty television. The following Monday though the party was over and I resolved to stop nit-picking at all my dates and to really try to find a successful relationship.
I continued to date a few guys and I honestly had fun while out with each of them. But, more importantly, for the last month I've been out a few times with one guy in particular who I really like. He's sooooo sweet, funny, cute and smart and I have a great time each time we go out. We have our fourth date this Friday....he's coming with me to a friend's birthday party and we're going out to dinner before hand. Unlike many of the other guys I've dated, I actually can't wait to see this one and get excited whenever he texts or emails me. I'm excited to see where this goes (and at the same time of course nervous and scared that it will end poorly - I wouldn't be me if I wasn't)...stay tuned!
A few weeks ago I found out through Facebook that my ex has had a girlfriend for several months now. It was a total shock and incredibly depressing. I threw myself a pity party that weekend where I got drunk with some girlfriends and got lost in some amazing realty television. The following Monday though the party was over and I resolved to stop nit-picking at all my dates and to really try to find a successful relationship.
I continued to date a few guys and I honestly had fun while out with each of them. But, more importantly, for the last month I've been out a few times with one guy in particular who I really like. He's sooooo sweet, funny, cute and smart and I have a great time each time we go out. We have our fourth date this Friday....he's coming with me to a friend's birthday party and we're going out to dinner before hand. Unlike many of the other guys I've dated, I actually can't wait to see this one and get excited whenever he texts or emails me. I'm excited to see where this goes (and at the same time of course nervous and scared that it will end poorly - I wouldn't be me if I wasn't)...stay tuned!
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
A P.S. on Mr. Scientist
One of the things I forgot to mention about my date last night with Mr. Scientist was that we had planned to meet at 7:30 at a bar he chose. I had a long day at work and was running behind schedule, so I asked him if we could move it to 8 p.m. He responded "hmmm, how about 7:45?" I was annoyed that he couldn't give me the extra 15 minutes, but agreed to meet him then nonetheless. I got home, changed quickly, had my roommate help me with my make up and ran out of my apartment and into a cab to meet him on time.
Tonight, I got dinner with two of my friends (Roommate and Range Rover) and was telling them about my date last night, including the part about how he was willing to let me split the bill with him. I stated my frustration with the fact that he couldn't even give me the extra 15 minutes to get ready and then on top of that he wanted to split our $10 bill...the drinks were so cheap because it was happy hour. Range Rover then pointed out what I was too oblivious to see - that he wanted to meet before 8 pm because that's probably when happy hour ended. He wanted to ensure that he wouldn't have to pay for more than 1 happy hour priced drink!!! To confirm, Roommate called the bar to see what time/days happy hour was and sure enough it's every Monday through Thursday until 8 p.m.
So, this guy not only wouldn't give me 15 minutes extra to get ready after a long, rushed day at work. But, he did it to make sure he wouldn't have to spend more than $5 on my drink. Real classy.
Mr. Scientist (or Cheapo as I will now refer to him) texted me tonight. I am yet to decide whether to respond. Although I'm leaning towards no, I'll give it until tomorrow to decide. If I do go out with him again, it'll be at a time that works for me and I may even push the envelope and suggest ordering food. That'll show him!
Tonight, I got dinner with two of my friends (Roommate and Range Rover) and was telling them about my date last night, including the part about how he was willing to let me split the bill with him. I stated my frustration with the fact that he couldn't even give me the extra 15 minutes to get ready and then on top of that he wanted to split our $10 bill...the drinks were so cheap because it was happy hour. Range Rover then pointed out what I was too oblivious to see - that he wanted to meet before 8 pm because that's probably when happy hour ended. He wanted to ensure that he wouldn't have to pay for more than 1 happy hour priced drink!!! To confirm, Roommate called the bar to see what time/days happy hour was and sure enough it's every Monday through Thursday until 8 p.m.
So, this guy not only wouldn't give me 15 minutes extra to get ready after a long, rushed day at work. But, he did it to make sure he wouldn't have to spend more than $5 on my drink. Real classy.
Mr. Scientist (or Cheapo as I will now refer to him) texted me tonight. I am yet to decide whether to respond. Although I'm leaning towards no, I'll give it until tomorrow to decide. If I do go out with him again, it'll be at a time that works for me and I may even push the envelope and suggest ordering food. That'll show him!
Party Boat and Mr. Scientist
I know I haven't written since my ending it with Mr. Quiet and I apologize because I'm sure you're all sitting by your computers incessently hitting refresh hoping to read about new dating adventures. Unfortunately though, there is nothing terribly exciting to report.
While there haven't been any reassuring experiences lately, I am still going on dates and seeing what's out there. This past Sunday, I had plans to go on a singles' cruise type of party. It sounded like a fun idea in theory...I went with two friends and we first, wisely, had about three glasses of wine at one of our apartments. Slightly buzzed and even less slightly hopeful, we ventured to the party boat. Upon arrival, we took one look at the line offreaks people waiting to board the boat, and instantly knew this was not where we would find our dream men. Or any men really for that matter, as most of the people there were scantily clad girls who didn't seem to mind the fact that it was 40 degrees out and they were wearing clothes no bigger than my hand towels.
We quickly decided to ditch the party boat and took our dressed-up selves to a fun beer bar (I happen to have pissed off the owner of this bar once but it was fine, because I wasn't planning to use my credit card, so they'd have no way of knowing who I was). The three of us ordered flights of beer and discussed men and dating and it ended up being a really nice night. The best part? I was at home by 9 and in bed by 10!
Then, last night I went out with a guy who I'll call Mr. Scientist. He was cute, really smart and had a really interesting job. He studies genetics looking for indications of mental illness (I think that's the gist of it...but, I could be way off). I was interested in his profession, so I asked a million questions, mainly about how to tell if one will eventually suffer a mental breakdown and lose his/her mind. But, then I began to worry that maybe he thought I was asking for my own personal knowledge. So, I cooled it on the mental illness talk.
The date was o.k...nothing special. By 10 pm, I was getting tired and we had run out of things to talk about, so he kept laughing nervously and I kept racking my brain for another question to ask. Finally, he got the bill and I offered to split it with him. He said, it's up to you if you want to...but, you don't have to. That annoyed me, so I said, ok thanks and put my wallet away. The old Ruby would've split it because she felt bad. The current Ruby is over that.
On top of that, when we left the bar, he kept putting his arms around me in an attempt to warm me up and laughing. As we all know by now, I do not appreciate this type unwelcome touching. Maybe I'm more reserved than others, but seriously, if I'm not reciprocating, then keep your hands to yourself buddy.
That's all for now. I contemplated sharing a few more stories of bad dates from last year. But, I'm thinking it's best to just look forward and hope for better. Examples of those include: the guy who asked me on the first date to go back to his apartment to smoke pot , the British low talker, and the Aussie who I was having a great time with only to have the three hour date end awkwardly and then never hear from him again. Good times.
While there haven't been any reassuring experiences lately, I am still going on dates and seeing what's out there. This past Sunday, I had plans to go on a singles' cruise type of party. It sounded like a fun idea in theory...I went with two friends and we first, wisely, had about three glasses of wine at one of our apartments. Slightly buzzed and even less slightly hopeful, we ventured to the party boat. Upon arrival, we took one look at the line of
We quickly decided to ditch the party boat and took our dressed-up selves to a fun beer bar (I happen to have pissed off the owner of this bar once but it was fine, because I wasn't planning to use my credit card, so they'd have no way of knowing who I was). The three of us ordered flights of beer and discussed men and dating and it ended up being a really nice night. The best part? I was at home by 9 and in bed by 10!
Then, last night I went out with a guy who I'll call Mr. Scientist. He was cute, really smart and had a really interesting job. He studies genetics looking for indications of mental illness (I think that's the gist of it...but, I could be way off). I was interested in his profession, so I asked a million questions, mainly about how to tell if one will eventually suffer a mental breakdown and lose his/her mind. But, then I began to worry that maybe he thought I was asking for my own personal knowledge. So, I cooled it on the mental illness talk.
The date was o.k...nothing special. By 10 pm, I was getting tired and we had run out of things to talk about, so he kept laughing nervously and I kept racking my brain for another question to ask. Finally, he got the bill and I offered to split it with him. He said, it's up to you if you want to...but, you don't have to. That annoyed me, so I said, ok thanks and put my wallet away. The old Ruby would've split it because she felt bad. The current Ruby is over that.
On top of that, when we left the bar, he kept putting his arms around me in an attempt to warm me up and laughing. As we all know by now, I do not appreciate this type unwelcome touching. Maybe I'm more reserved than others, but seriously, if I'm not reciprocating, then keep your hands to yourself buddy.
That's all for now. I contemplated sharing a few more stories of bad dates from last year. But, I'm thinking it's best to just look forward and hope for better. Examples of those include: the guy who asked me on the first date to go back to his apartment to smoke pot , the British low talker, and the Aussie who I was having a great time with only to have the three hour date end awkwardly and then never hear from him again. Good times.
Thursday, March 15, 2012
A True Good Guy: Update on Mr. Quiet
So, a couple of posts ago, I wrote about my dates with Mr. Quiet and I left off stating that I had a dinner date with him last Saturday night. Here's how that went down:
I met him at a Thai restaurant in Hell's Kitchen - third date and he was still picking the place and making the plans, which I thought was really nice of him. Dinner was ok. We had to wait for our table, so we sat at the bar and he offered to get us drinks. It was pretty packed and I watched him trying to get the bartender's attention...he just kind of stood there, half raising his hand to be noticed. If it were me, I would've squeezed myself into the crowd and would've politely asserted myself.
After he got us drinks we chatted at the bar for a little. He told me about how he went snowboarding with some friends last week and how his friend's car's window had broken. He said that he and his friends didn't haggle with insurance or something of that nature and it reminded me of the time my car broke down while driving to Canada because the mechanic who performed an oil change on it earlier that day forgot to put the cap back in properly. I told him that I had been really agressive and refused to take no from the insurance company everytime they told me they weren't responsible for something. At this point, I was having trouble hiding my disappointment that he was so reserved and laid-back.
When we sat down to eat, I found it difficult to keep up conversation with him. It seemed like again I was asking all the questions and everytime he was answering, I was already thinking about what to ask next so that there wouldn't be any awkward silence. At one point we discussed books we had read and were currently reading. Luckily that took up a good amount of time and his comments reflected his intelligence, which I liked a lot.
After dinner, this shy guy surprisingly said to me "so, instead of going to a bar, do you want to just come back to my apartment?" I was shocked and even though I didn't want to, I agreed because I felt bad saying no! He was so sweet, how could I shoot him down?! It was probably a bad idea in hindsight.
We walked over to his apartment in silence for the most part because I had started to feel really awkward and uncomfortable. When we got upstairs he asked if I wanted to watch a movie. Unable to commit to being there for two hours, I suggeseted we watch episodes of Bored to Death (it came up on his Netflix). He put the show on and turned off the lights and I became a statue. The closer he got to me and the more he kept touching me, the more still I became. I felt bad and at the same time felt angry that he wasn't picking up on my hesitations. After the episode was over, he kissed me and I made up an excuse for having to leave. He tried to kiss me some more and I went along with it for a few more minutes. Not wanting to be there and not wanting to lead him on any further, I said I had to go.
I was mad at myself that here I had this pefectly sweet, smart guy and I wasn't into him. One of the things I loved the most about my ex was his ability to converse with complete strangers (he would strike up conversations with people at weddings, with cab drivers, anyone!) and the ease with which he made friends in any situation. He was confident and outgoing and I realize now that those are qualities I find important in a man.
I told a few of my friends about my date with Mr. Quiet and how I hated myself for not liking him. They each said that it's fine to not be into someone, but that I couldn't lead him on...so, if he asked to see me again, I would have to say no.
Mr. Quiet texted me Monday night to ask how my day was and if I wanted to go out with him again this week. With shaky hands, I texted him back that I thought was awesome and so nice, but wasn't feeling this at the moment. He later responded that he was sorry it didn't work out and wished me luck in my search for someone. A truly sweet and mature guy.
I met him at a Thai restaurant in Hell's Kitchen - third date and he was still picking the place and making the plans, which I thought was really nice of him. Dinner was ok. We had to wait for our table, so we sat at the bar and he offered to get us drinks. It was pretty packed and I watched him trying to get the bartender's attention...he just kind of stood there, half raising his hand to be noticed. If it were me, I would've squeezed myself into the crowd and would've politely asserted myself.
After he got us drinks we chatted at the bar for a little. He told me about how he went snowboarding with some friends last week and how his friend's car's window had broken. He said that he and his friends didn't haggle with insurance or something of that nature and it reminded me of the time my car broke down while driving to Canada because the mechanic who performed an oil change on it earlier that day forgot to put the cap back in properly. I told him that I had been really agressive and refused to take no from the insurance company everytime they told me they weren't responsible for something. At this point, I was having trouble hiding my disappointment that he was so reserved and laid-back.
When we sat down to eat, I found it difficult to keep up conversation with him. It seemed like again I was asking all the questions and everytime he was answering, I was already thinking about what to ask next so that there wouldn't be any awkward silence. At one point we discussed books we had read and were currently reading. Luckily that took up a good amount of time and his comments reflected his intelligence, which I liked a lot.
After dinner, this shy guy surprisingly said to me "so, instead of going to a bar, do you want to just come back to my apartment?" I was shocked and even though I didn't want to, I agreed because I felt bad saying no! He was so sweet, how could I shoot him down?! It was probably a bad idea in hindsight.
We walked over to his apartment in silence for the most part because I had started to feel really awkward and uncomfortable. When we got upstairs he asked if I wanted to watch a movie. Unable to commit to being there for two hours, I suggeseted we watch episodes of Bored to Death (it came up on his Netflix). He put the show on and turned off the lights and I became a statue. The closer he got to me and the more he kept touching me, the more still I became. I felt bad and at the same time felt angry that he wasn't picking up on my hesitations. After the episode was over, he kissed me and I made up an excuse for having to leave. He tried to kiss me some more and I went along with it for a few more minutes. Not wanting to be there and not wanting to lead him on any further, I said I had to go.
I was mad at myself that here I had this pefectly sweet, smart guy and I wasn't into him. One of the things I loved the most about my ex was his ability to converse with complete strangers (he would strike up conversations with people at weddings, with cab drivers, anyone!) and the ease with which he made friends in any situation. He was confident and outgoing and I realize now that those are qualities I find important in a man.
I told a few of my friends about my date with Mr. Quiet and how I hated myself for not liking him. They each said that it's fine to not be into someone, but that I couldn't lead him on...so, if he asked to see me again, I would have to say no.
Mr. Quiet texted me Monday night to ask how my day was and if I wanted to go out with him again this week. With shaky hands, I texted him back that I thought was awesome and so nice, but wasn't feeling this at the moment. He later responded that he was sorry it didn't work out and wished me luck in my search for someone. A truly sweet and mature guy.
Saturday, March 10, 2012
The Drunkard
This past Wednesday I went out with a guy who I will call "The Drunkard." He works down the street from where I work and he lives down the street from where I live. Yet for some reason we met at a bar about thirty blocks away from us. This may not seem like a big deal, but when you're going on several dates a week and taking a cab there and back so as to be punctual, that adds up!
He had texted me while I was in the cab saying that the bar we were going to go to was packed so we should go somewhere else. I suggested a place I knew to be relatively quiet to the others in the area and he said that was fine. I got out of the cab and met at him outside the bar he was apparently drinking at for the past forty minutes. He went to hug me hello and he reeeeeeked of booze. Sexy.
As were were walking to the bar we passed a cute wine bar and I said, let's just go in here. We sat at the bar and hilarity/misery ensued. At first we were talking, asking each other questions about our jobs, our families, etc etc. That was all fine. But, in the amount of time it took me to have a few sips of my glass of wine, he had downed a giant mug of beer. He was then onto beer number two (at this place, I'm not sure how many he had by himself at the prior bar).
He started slurring his words a little and was in the middle of telling me about a beer garden in Pittsburgh where they sing a funny song - and then he starts singing the song. I was trying so hard not to crack up when he was singing about the tall, tall giraffes and how the little fishes swim and whatever other animals were involved in that awful song.
After that he thought he was hysterical so he kept laughing randomly and asking me questions that he forgot he had already asked me five minutes ago. When I repeated my answers, he'd laugh even harder. And one point he was telling me something with his finger pointed right in my face. I almost smacked his hand away.
It was after he got up to pee for the second time and was holding his crotch and doing a little bit of the pee-pee dance that I decided I needed to get out of there. When he came back from the bathroom, he asked me for the second time if I wanted to get food and again I said no. I told him that I wasn't going to be able to finish my wine and that I was ready to go. He got the check and then pushed it away and continued to ask me more questions that he already asked me. I couldn't sit there with the drunkard anymore so I pointed to the bill and asked if we should split it. He said he got it and I quickly put on my coat and jumped off my seat (at this point, he was practically sitting in my lap because he kept leaning over into me with each sip of beer). I thanked him and quickly walked away in the opposite direction.
Dates like this make me really appreciate Mr. Quiet even if I do have to do all the talking.
He had texted me while I was in the cab saying that the bar we were going to go to was packed so we should go somewhere else. I suggested a place I knew to be relatively quiet to the others in the area and he said that was fine. I got out of the cab and met at him outside the bar he was apparently drinking at for the past forty minutes. He went to hug me hello and he reeeeeeked of booze. Sexy.
As were were walking to the bar we passed a cute wine bar and I said, let's just go in here. We sat at the bar and hilarity/misery ensued. At first we were talking, asking each other questions about our jobs, our families, etc etc. That was all fine. But, in the amount of time it took me to have a few sips of my glass of wine, he had downed a giant mug of beer. He was then onto beer number two (at this place, I'm not sure how many he had by himself at the prior bar).
He started slurring his words a little and was in the middle of telling me about a beer garden in Pittsburgh where they sing a funny song - and then he starts singing the song. I was trying so hard not to crack up when he was singing about the tall, tall giraffes and how the little fishes swim and whatever other animals were involved in that awful song.
After that he thought he was hysterical so he kept laughing randomly and asking me questions that he forgot he had already asked me five minutes ago. When I repeated my answers, he'd laugh even harder. And one point he was telling me something with his finger pointed right in my face. I almost smacked his hand away.
It was after he got up to pee for the second time and was holding his crotch and doing a little bit of the pee-pee dance that I decided I needed to get out of there. When he came back from the bathroom, he asked me for the second time if I wanted to get food and again I said no. I told him that I wasn't going to be able to finish my wine and that I was ready to go. He got the check and then pushed it away and continued to ask me more questions that he already asked me. I couldn't sit there with the drunkard anymore so I pointed to the bill and asked if we should split it. He said he got it and I quickly put on my coat and jumped off my seat (at this point, he was practically sitting in my lap because he kept leaning over into me with each sip of beer). I thanked him and quickly walked away in the opposite direction.
Dates like this make me really appreciate Mr. Quiet even if I do have to do all the talking.
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