Tuesday, March 30, 2010
New Year, New Me
So, it's my birthday today, and as the newly mature 26 year old that I am, I am possibly saying goodbye to my blog. I recently started dating a guy on my bowling team (save the loser jokes, I love bowling), and he's actually pretty awesome and normal. So it looks like the string of bad dates is over at least for a little bit, and I have a feeling no one is interested in reading a blog about nights on the couch watching Dancing with the Stars and Lost. So hopefully I won't mess this one up and you won't be hearing from me for awhile, but if it doesn't work out, there will be more blog material in the future! Thanks for following me. =)
Bowdoin Alumni Network Is Not Equivalent to EHarmony
I have always been under the impression that Bowdoin acts as kind of a weeding out tool in the dating department. Most guys there seem to be relatively smart, motivated, athletic, come from good families, and exude the kind of small college charm that I'm drawn too. With so many great men at Bowdoin, and 2 of my best friends from Bowdoin married or engaged to their Bowdoin sweethearts, I naturally assumed that going on a date with another Bowdoin alum would have to be better than my usual random new york dates...
I met this guy at a Bowdoin alumni hockey game viewing event at a bar near my apartment, and we exchanged numbers and decided to go out later that week. We had a great talk on the phone the next night and I thought things were off to a good start since he was a former Bowdoin hockey player, graduated 4 years ahead of me, and worked in finance in the city. All good things so far. So we agreed to meet up the next night for a drink and things rapidly started going downhill.
First off, when he called to figure out plans, he said "why don't we both just go to 2nd ave, you walk south, I'll walk north, and we'll let fate tell us where to go when we meet up". I immediately hate this plan for many reasons:
1) It's sprinkling. Not enough to use an umbrella without feeling like a loser, but definitely enough to make my afro come out.
2) I'm in heels and we live 30 blocks apart, so walking 15 blocks in heels in the rain is not my idea of fun on a Tuesday night.
3) Freaking, be decisive man!!! Just pick a place and let's go!
4) Any guy who talks about "fate" on the first date kinda freaks me out.
But I don't like being all high maintenance at the start so I'm like "fine, whatever" and begin the walk of fate. We meet, have a drink, and then he says he has to go meet his friend for a business meeting cuz they're trying to take over a men's grooming salon in New York. It's then that I learn he regularly gets manicures, and professional shaves. I'm sorry, are you kidding me?? What Bowdoin hockey player gets manicures? Ew. I'm unimpressed but I go with him to his business meeting where I meet his friend who is super sketchy which has the opposite effect that it should because it makes me think that in comparison, this guy isn't so bad. Clearly I agree to a second date...
Date #2: We're gonna rent Lost because I'm obsessed with it and want to see it again from the beginning, and grab some food. So he comes over to my place and we decided to try out the Indian restaurant right next door. First problem, they sat us in the corner, and granted it was a little small/cozy, but I wouldn't have complained about it. He did not agree. He made them move us and then loudly complained about how close the woman next to us was sitting at the old table. This restaurant has maybe 9 tables so she could obviously hear him talking about her so that was nice and embarrassing. Then he asked the waiter what his name was, only to address him by yelling "Hey! Guy!" the rest of the night. When it came time to order he asked the waiter about no less than 10 different dishes on the menu, asking him to rate them on how good they were and tell him he didn't want either of us eating anything with garlic, before finally saying "I don't care, you pick something" to the waiter. I'm so embarrassed by him that I eat as fast as possible and when the check comes, I don't even offer to pay for it for I think the first time in my entire life. He stares at me for awhile and then says "it's okay, you can get the next one". How did this creep get into Bowdoin??? I'm sorry but don't you have to have some chivalry/manners to make it through 4 years at a decent college? The final kicker to the night was as we were leaving there was a bowl of some kind of seeds or grains or something by the door that were supposed to be like breath mints. There's a tiny spoon in the bowl indicating that you can take a little spoonful. He loads up his entire hand with this stuff (we're talking like 10 spoonfuls) and then tells me to stick my hand out too, like I'm a 5 year old. Thank God there's another Indian place across the street because obviously I can't ever show my face in here again.
Epilogue: I didn't want to watch Lost with him anymore so I let him take the movies home since he hadn't seen Lost. At this point I figured I'd avoid him for the rest of my life, but a week later I got a call from my mom saying blockbuster called and I'm gonna owe $50 for the movies if I don't return them in the next 3 days (yes I still have a family blockbuster account, and yes blockbuster has gone back to late fees and making you buy the movie after one week, A-holes). So I had to email this guy and tell him to return my freaking movies and then he's like "oh, where have you been? When are we going out again?". I made up a boyfriend and hoped that wouldn't deter him from returning the movies, but I think so far so good cuz I haven't heard anything else from blockbuster. So much for Bowdoin being the key to my romantic happiness though!
I met this guy at a Bowdoin alumni hockey game viewing event at a bar near my apartment, and we exchanged numbers and decided to go out later that week. We had a great talk on the phone the next night and I thought things were off to a good start since he was a former Bowdoin hockey player, graduated 4 years ahead of me, and worked in finance in the city. All good things so far. So we agreed to meet up the next night for a drink and things rapidly started going downhill.
First off, when he called to figure out plans, he said "why don't we both just go to 2nd ave, you walk south, I'll walk north, and we'll let fate tell us where to go when we meet up". I immediately hate this plan for many reasons:
1) It's sprinkling. Not enough to use an umbrella without feeling like a loser, but definitely enough to make my afro come out.
2) I'm in heels and we live 30 blocks apart, so walking 15 blocks in heels in the rain is not my idea of fun on a Tuesday night.
3) Freaking, be decisive man!!! Just pick a place and let's go!
4) Any guy who talks about "fate" on the first date kinda freaks me out.
But I don't like being all high maintenance at the start so I'm like "fine, whatever" and begin the walk of fate. We meet, have a drink, and then he says he has to go meet his friend for a business meeting cuz they're trying to take over a men's grooming salon in New York. It's then that I learn he regularly gets manicures, and professional shaves. I'm sorry, are you kidding me?? What Bowdoin hockey player gets manicures? Ew. I'm unimpressed but I go with him to his business meeting where I meet his friend who is super sketchy which has the opposite effect that it should because it makes me think that in comparison, this guy isn't so bad. Clearly I agree to a second date...
Date #2: We're gonna rent Lost because I'm obsessed with it and want to see it again from the beginning, and grab some food. So he comes over to my place and we decided to try out the Indian restaurant right next door. First problem, they sat us in the corner, and granted it was a little small/cozy, but I wouldn't have complained about it. He did not agree. He made them move us and then loudly complained about how close the woman next to us was sitting at the old table. This restaurant has maybe 9 tables so she could obviously hear him talking about her so that was nice and embarrassing. Then he asked the waiter what his name was, only to address him by yelling "Hey! Guy!" the rest of the night. When it came time to order he asked the waiter about no less than 10 different dishes on the menu, asking him to rate them on how good they were and tell him he didn't want either of us eating anything with garlic, before finally saying "I don't care, you pick something" to the waiter. I'm so embarrassed by him that I eat as fast as possible and when the check comes, I don't even offer to pay for it for I think the first time in my entire life. He stares at me for awhile and then says "it's okay, you can get the next one". How did this creep get into Bowdoin??? I'm sorry but don't you have to have some chivalry/manners to make it through 4 years at a decent college? The final kicker to the night was as we were leaving there was a bowl of some kind of seeds or grains or something by the door that were supposed to be like breath mints. There's a tiny spoon in the bowl indicating that you can take a little spoonful. He loads up his entire hand with this stuff (we're talking like 10 spoonfuls) and then tells me to stick my hand out too, like I'm a 5 year old. Thank God there's another Indian place across the street because obviously I can't ever show my face in here again.
Epilogue: I didn't want to watch Lost with him anymore so I let him take the movies home since he hadn't seen Lost. At this point I figured I'd avoid him for the rest of my life, but a week later I got a call from my mom saying blockbuster called and I'm gonna owe $50 for the movies if I don't return them in the next 3 days (yes I still have a family blockbuster account, and yes blockbuster has gone back to late fees and making you buy the movie after one week, A-holes). So I had to email this guy and tell him to return my freaking movies and then he's like "oh, where have you been? When are we going out again?". I made up a boyfriend and hoped that wouldn't deter him from returning the movies, but I think so far so good cuz I haven't heard anything else from blockbuster. So much for Bowdoin being the key to my romantic happiness though!
Monday, March 1, 2010
Worst Valentine's EVER!
Before you go any further, you are not allowed to read this without first promising this will not get back to my mom! It's not that bad, but considering my mom was appalled that I talk to random guys at bars I'm pretty sure this one would push her over the edge.
Okay, so Wednesday before Valentine's Day I was supposed to go out with this guy who I'd met in November but mistakenly thought he lived in Miami so we'd never made an effort to see each other the past few months. We were supposed to go out but then NYC got pounded by the snowstorm so we opted for a movie night in instead. I was shocked at how nice he was and how well we got along, and the fact that he didn't try anything with me. He was refreshingly respectful and funny and cute and I basically ended up with a massive crush after hanging out with him for 5 hours. He knew I had a date the next night which he was kinda weirded out by but we made plans to hang out Saturday and he didn't ask any more questions.
Thursday was uneventful, not great not horrible, and Saturday was awesome. It was a very atypical night for me cuz he's a club promoter so it was a lot of running around the city meeting new people and checking out clubs but it was surprisingly fun and after that night and hanging out all day the next day, I was pretty hooked and didn't even want to go out on the Valentine date anymore. He was really understanding about me having plans set up from a long time ago but he said he wasn't gonna wait around forever while I dated other people so I pretty much decided to stop seeing everyone but him asap. It was too late to straight up cancel so instead I called the guy (the ex cop from Queens) and told him I didn't want to be leading him on, and I didn't see this going anywhere but if he still wanted to go to dinner as friends I was okay with it. Apparently we have VERY different definitions of "friends" because the night did not go as I had planned.
He said he still wanted to go out so we had a good dinner at this italian place near my old apartment and then decided to grab a drink near my new apartment. At this point I really just wanted to hurry it up so I could go hang out with the guy I actually liked (I know, shady move on my part, but you'll understand why soon). Drinks/conversation with the Queens cop were fine but I eventually got the point across that I was ready to go home. So we left the bar and I gave him a hug and told him thanks a lot for dinner and started walking towards my apartment. He stopped me and said he had to get something for me out of his car. So immediately I start panicking cuz A) I already feel bad that he bought me dinner when I really have no intention of seeing him again and B) He's starting to give me sketchy vibes and I have a feeling I know where this is going.
So he gets this really nice, big, vase of roses out of his car, and I definitely feel bad but I'm not about to go down without a fight so I'm like "aawww, thanks you shouldn't have, okay, have a good night". And he's like "oh, I can take them up to your apartment for you". And I'm like "No worries, I can get them, I'm strong" and I flex like a weirdo to prove my point. I guess he thinks I'm being funny cuz he laughs and starts walking towards my building. So at this point I'm thinking I'll just let him up, give him the 5 second tour and tell him I have to go to sleep. So we get to my apartment, and I go into my itty bitty kitchen to put fresh water in the vase and when I turn around he's standing in my doorway with his pants unbottoned and his manpiece hanging out!!! I think I just stared at him for like 30 seconds and then he says (and I'm not making this stuff up) "Don't you wanna touch it?" UMMMMM ARE YOU KIDDING ME??? I haven't even kissed you yet, of course I don't want to touch it!! EW. So I'm like "Uh no, I really need to go to sleep I have to get up early tomorrow". Unfortunately he's not as dumb as I thought and he calls me out on the fact that the next day is Monday and the markets are closed so I don't have work. Luckily it's fasion week in NYC so I say I'm going to some fashion shows and have to be up and at em at 8 which he buys and thankfully leaves. Sadly at this point I'm no longer in the mood for any kind of male company so I go to bed without meeting up with the boy I actually like. And thus, worst Valentine's Day ever. UGH.
Okay, so Wednesday before Valentine's Day I was supposed to go out with this guy who I'd met in November but mistakenly thought he lived in Miami so we'd never made an effort to see each other the past few months. We were supposed to go out but then NYC got pounded by the snowstorm so we opted for a movie night in instead. I was shocked at how nice he was and how well we got along, and the fact that he didn't try anything with me. He was refreshingly respectful and funny and cute and I basically ended up with a massive crush after hanging out with him for 5 hours. He knew I had a date the next night which he was kinda weirded out by but we made plans to hang out Saturday and he didn't ask any more questions.
Thursday was uneventful, not great not horrible, and Saturday was awesome. It was a very atypical night for me cuz he's a club promoter so it was a lot of running around the city meeting new people and checking out clubs but it was surprisingly fun and after that night and hanging out all day the next day, I was pretty hooked and didn't even want to go out on the Valentine date anymore. He was really understanding about me having plans set up from a long time ago but he said he wasn't gonna wait around forever while I dated other people so I pretty much decided to stop seeing everyone but him asap. It was too late to straight up cancel so instead I called the guy (the ex cop from Queens) and told him I didn't want to be leading him on, and I didn't see this going anywhere but if he still wanted to go to dinner as friends I was okay with it. Apparently we have VERY different definitions of "friends" because the night did not go as I had planned.
He said he still wanted to go out so we had a good dinner at this italian place near my old apartment and then decided to grab a drink near my new apartment. At this point I really just wanted to hurry it up so I could go hang out with the guy I actually liked (I know, shady move on my part, but you'll understand why soon). Drinks/conversation with the Queens cop were fine but I eventually got the point across that I was ready to go home. So we left the bar and I gave him a hug and told him thanks a lot for dinner and started walking towards my apartment. He stopped me and said he had to get something for me out of his car. So immediately I start panicking cuz A) I already feel bad that he bought me dinner when I really have no intention of seeing him again and B) He's starting to give me sketchy vibes and I have a feeling I know where this is going.
So he gets this really nice, big, vase of roses out of his car, and I definitely feel bad but I'm not about to go down without a fight so I'm like "aawww, thanks you shouldn't have, okay, have a good night". And he's like "oh, I can take them up to your apartment for you". And I'm like "No worries, I can get them, I'm strong" and I flex like a weirdo to prove my point. I guess he thinks I'm being funny cuz he laughs and starts walking towards my building. So at this point I'm thinking I'll just let him up, give him the 5 second tour and tell him I have to go to sleep. So we get to my apartment, and I go into my itty bitty kitchen to put fresh water in the vase and when I turn around he's standing in my doorway with his pants unbottoned and his manpiece hanging out!!! I think I just stared at him for like 30 seconds and then he says (and I'm not making this stuff up) "Don't you wanna touch it?" UMMMMM ARE YOU KIDDING ME??? I haven't even kissed you yet, of course I don't want to touch it!! EW. So I'm like "Uh no, I really need to go to sleep I have to get up early tomorrow". Unfortunately he's not as dumb as I thought and he calls me out on the fact that the next day is Monday and the markets are closed so I don't have work. Luckily it's fasion week in NYC so I say I'm going to some fashion shows and have to be up and at em at 8 which he buys and thankfully leaves. Sadly at this point I'm no longer in the mood for any kind of male company so I go to bed without meeting up with the boy I actually like. And thus, worst Valentine's Day ever. UGH.
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