Shortest Date Ever!

It's Sunday afternoon and the temperature reads about 108 degrees (120 heat index). I doubt that's the official temperature, but it sure is HOT.

Unlike this morning's date. Don't you think people should make a little effort in their appearance for a first date/meeting?

"C" is another online match. I tried dating someone outside my normal preferences just to see. He reminded me a little bit of Ice-T. Works in purchasing and on paper seems like a nice guy. We traded a few emails and IMed a bit. Rides a motercycle. Self-described Fred Sanford. His responses are short. He used the wrong form of "there." Hmmmm. Asks me if he can ask me a non-sexual question... "Do you you have a flat butt?"

"No... but I don't think it's a bubble butt, either."

He says, "Are you laughing?" I was :-)

For the past week, he's sent emails almost daily - 'How are you?' It IS nice to get that attention and interest. I think he is who he says he is. I was a bit skeptical but agreed to me him for coffee.
Except he doesn't drink coffee. or beer. This will never work out.

This morning, I showered and carefully lined my eyes in a shade of blue green selected to accent their color. Don't want to overdo it. It's too hot and too early for sparkles. Cute white top, jeans and sandles complete the look. Casual, cute, clean. :) Good hair day!

I arrived at SB a few minutes early. Enough to spec out the place, order a tall skinny latte (JC would approve) and pick out a good seat. Just as I'm sitting down, he walks in. Introductions, smiles. I perch on the edge of my chair. Must sit up straight! He orders nothing and sprawls backward. I note the faded navy shirt. Are those paint stains? His tattered cap reads "Boss." His smile is cute. He's going grey... how old is he again? Is he a pisces?

After 2 minutes of conversation, though, I know it's over. He says, "Bofe" as in "Bofe of us." He says, "I HAS no vices." (yeah, right!) He says, "If'n I don't like sometin' someone is doing, I don't let them know it. I don't let 'em get to me. I'm always in control. If I don't like what my date does/says, I just won't date them anymore."

I say, "OK, I think we're done then." and I stand up to walk out. As we walk out he tries to defend his position. I say I think people are worth more than that; that communication is important. "It was nice meeting you." I am free!

By the time I got in my car and started the engine, it was 12:08. I think the "date" lasted all of 5 minutes.

I think I caught him off guard. But I really wasn't impressed with his approach to life and people. Let's say we date and I notice he's giving me the cold shoulder. Is he going to talk to me and tell me what's on his mind? According to him, no. He'll just not call or not tell me and it will be miserable. In the end, I won't know what went wrong. Nah... I'll pass on this one.

I won't date down. I want to date someone who knows how to speak and spell, someone who dresses for the occassion, someone who is on the same level as I am. Intelligent, educated, responsible, funny, artistic. Tall, Dark and Handsome never hurts :)

Next!

Ooh la la

Ah! The French... is there anything sexier than that accent attached to a cutie cute cute boy?

But alas, the French are also a bit... eccentric. Now, I'm trying to keep this blog rated PG-13 so kids (and mom) look away from the blog :) For whatever reason, I am feeling the need to share so that I'll be called out if I even think about dating the Frenchman again.

It all started last fall/winter. K and I met online and had a quick chat via yahoo and another phone call or two before meeting. Essentially, screening and conversation to make sure he's a suitable guy and not a psychotic nutto. K passed the test. He was smart, responsible, employed, funny, and way cute. And that accent!

He invited me out, and eventually that lead to a dinner date. And dinner was VERY good. And we went out again (drinks, appetizers, dinner & dessert) and had a great time. He's a great cook. It was really fun :)

So I'm thinking. Wow. This might be going somewhere. He's smart, cute, has a job, and he even cooks. And that accent! I'm a happy girl. All is well :)

That is, until he tells me he wants to have a dinner party. Oh no. Not that I don't like parties, but I'm pretty much dinner for 2 kind of girl. I wasn't sure if we were ready for a dinner party. After all, we had just started dating. I wasn't really sure I wanted a dinner party. And. I don't hear from him again. C'est la vie.

But earlier this spring, he called me. Tells me he's been traveling, apologizes for not calling... and he invites me to dinner. Tells me he really wants to see me. Tells me sweet things all accented with ooh la la. But I'm having dinner with A now and tell him so. I like A. Life goes on.

Another couple of months go by and he calls me again. Last Sunday. He invites me over. I think he's thinking we'll have dinner, but I'm thinking that coffee might be better. Decaf. Now, A is out of the picture, and I haven't had really good coffee (or dinner) in a while. Have I mentioned what a good cook he is? But I know if I go over there and have coffee that may lead to dinner and we're back to the dinner party. So my head says no caffine. I hem and haw and basically stall, and reply with "I have plans on tonight." So he asks me out for Friday. Friday is good! I have movie tickets on Friday. Movies are good! I ask if he'd like to join us. Yes! He would! Yea!

On Monday I call him to confirm plans... He doesn't answer and I leave a message, "Call me! :)"

I need girl talk.

My head is reeling with thoughts of coffee, dinner... dinner parties. Excitement of such a handsome guy and dinner. He's such a great guy other than his propensity to have dinner parties. Could I do that? Do I want to? Should I? I mean, I never have, never really been interested. I'm a little curious, I must admit. But am I that curious? What happens if we end up really liking dinner together? Would he always want a dinner party as well? What if it's awful?

L to the rescue!

First of all, she reminds me that it's generally not a good idea to redate. There was a reason you tossed him back. Unless the reason has changed, he needs to keep swimming. DO NOT REDATE. (But I'll definately redate H. We're perfect for each other. Very soon now, he'll realize that...)

And she reminded me of something really key that I need to remember. She said, If you waste your time with a guy that you know isn't right, when the right guy does appear, you won't even notice because you're too occupied with other things. How true is that?!

She also says to be happy with yourself; be happy with your life. When you're happy, that feeling of well being is put into the world and comes back to you. (That explains why whenever I start dating someone new, I all of a sudden hear from a ton of interested guys. When it rains, it pours!)

Sage advice from L. I needed to hear that - I KNOW it's true. I shouldn't waste time with someone who will always want a dinner party. I need to find someone like me.

So, no coffee. No dinner.

OK. Meanwhile, I'm waiting for K to call me back so I can now uninvite him to movies on Friday. Tuesday, no call. Wednesday no call. Thursday. No. Freaking. Call.

Bastard. How rude is that?

He hasn't called. But he will. They ALWAYS come back. Maybe I'm a good cook too!

And for the record, I had a GREAT time at the movies with my friend M, husband, and another music pal too. M and I always end up laughing and giggling a lot. She's so much fun :)

Movies with friends are always a good idea :)

Have fun, relax, be happy. Enjoy your life. See a movie.