It is fun to mess with men who you know you are never going to kiss/sleep with/do anything sexual with. It makes me feel like a goddess to know that a guy wants me soooooo badly, but he can't have me because I won't allow it.
Games are fun!
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
2 Dates in One Day...I'm Back Bitches!
Two dates in one day....it feels so good to be back!
First date, honestly, was nice but I'm not attracted to the guy, so no need for a second one.
Now on to the more important second date:
First of all, pictures do not do this guy justice. He's not as dorky as he looks in his pics. I love when guys wear ski hats. I don't know what it is, but a dude who can pull off a ski hat is HOT. He also has eyes that I could fall into. I never notice a guy's eyes, but this guy has AMAZING eyes. Somewhere in between green and blue. Mmmmm....
We go to a bar for a beer (and the Giant's game). We talk about work, random stories, school...then, he pulls the SLICKEST move: He says, "Can I see your watch? It looks really cool." He grabs my wrist, pulls my hand to him and starts holding my hand.
This guy is slick...I can respect a move like that!
I admit that we did kiss on the date. A lot, actually, but nothing more. My goodness he is a good kisser! I totally want another chance to kiss him!
And now I wait. I fucking hate waiting...
First date, honestly, was nice but I'm not attracted to the guy, so no need for a second one.
Now on to the more important second date:
First of all, pictures do not do this guy justice. He's not as dorky as he looks in his pics. I love when guys wear ski hats. I don't know what it is, but a dude who can pull off a ski hat is HOT. He also has eyes that I could fall into. I never notice a guy's eyes, but this guy has AMAZING eyes. Somewhere in between green and blue. Mmmmm....
We go to a bar for a beer (and the Giant's game). We talk about work, random stories, school...then, he pulls the SLICKEST move: He says, "Can I see your watch? It looks really cool." He grabs my wrist, pulls my hand to him and starts holding my hand.
This guy is slick...I can respect a move like that!
I admit that we did kiss on the date. A lot, actually, but nothing more. My goodness he is a good kisser! I totally want another chance to kiss him!
And now I wait. I fucking hate waiting...
You Can't Play a Player!
Why do guys think they are smarter than women? True, some men may be smarter book-wise, or even street-wise, but relationship-wise they are complete dumbasses.
Oh Garry, you stupid, stupid, STUPID boy...
A brief synopsis of what occurred since the first (and only) date with Garry. I moved to a new apartment and was overly consumed with work, packing and the holidays. Then a family member of his died and he had to fly back home for the funeral/mourning period. While he was in his hometown he called me CONSTANTLY. Like, every day. We did set up a date when he got back, but he cancelled and we never got to go out again.
Here's why:
During Chanukah, Garry and one of my very close friends (let's call her Laura here) met at a party. She didn't know who he was until our other friend Dara came over and started talking to him. Laura put things together AFTER they had exchanged contact info.
So far, he hasn't done anything wrong. We are allowed to date whomever we want to.
Laura texts me and tells me about meeting him. I text him and joke that he and Laura are now all BFF. He tells me about the party, and then makes a date with me (the one that later is cancelled). All seems kosher...
He starts hitting on Laura. She tells him that she isn't comfortable with dating him while he is dating me. No offense to him, but she rather keep a close friendship than screw around with someone she barely knows.
He says, "Well, I want to just see where things go with the two of you."
ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME????
Okay, here are some rules of dating that I believe all people should live by:
1) Date whomever you want, just not their friends.
2) If you find out that you like one of their friends more than them, don't string them along. Choose one, but make the decision quickly.
3) Know that friends talk. About everything. I mean EVERYTHING, so perhaps dating friends is not a good idea.
4) Don't try to pretend that you are not a player when you are. Especially when you are a crappy player, and your game is revealed REALLY early on.
Then comes the second "Dinner Speed Dating" event that Garry and I met at. He's there, I'm there, Laura's there, Dara's there, and one of my coworkers who has heard the whole saga play out is there as well. The girls mock him the entire time. He is maybe aware...we are not sure. The realizations made that night were: 1) both of us could do better and 2) he's LAME.
2 days later I'm on a date (read about it in the next post). Laura calls me and tells me about a conversation she and Garry had where he said that he finally came to a decision.
How nice of him! Too bad he's too late!
Oh Garry, you stupid, stupid, STUPID boy...
A brief synopsis of what occurred since the first (and only) date with Garry. I moved to a new apartment and was overly consumed with work, packing and the holidays. Then a family member of his died and he had to fly back home for the funeral/mourning period. While he was in his hometown he called me CONSTANTLY. Like, every day. We did set up a date when he got back, but he cancelled and we never got to go out again.
Here's why:
During Chanukah, Garry and one of my very close friends (let's call her Laura here) met at a party. She didn't know who he was until our other friend Dara came over and started talking to him. Laura put things together AFTER they had exchanged contact info.
So far, he hasn't done anything wrong. We are allowed to date whomever we want to.
Laura texts me and tells me about meeting him. I text him and joke that he and Laura are now all BFF. He tells me about the party, and then makes a date with me (the one that later is cancelled). All seems kosher...
He starts hitting on Laura. She tells him that she isn't comfortable with dating him while he is dating me. No offense to him, but she rather keep a close friendship than screw around with someone she barely knows.
He says, "Well, I want to just see where things go with the two of you."
ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME????
Okay, here are some rules of dating that I believe all people should live by:
1) Date whomever you want, just not their friends.
2) If you find out that you like one of their friends more than them, don't string them along. Choose one, but make the decision quickly.
3) Know that friends talk. About everything. I mean EVERYTHING, so perhaps dating friends is not a good idea.
4) Don't try to pretend that you are not a player when you are. Especially when you are a crappy player, and your game is revealed REALLY early on.
Then comes the second "Dinner Speed Dating" event that Garry and I met at. He's there, I'm there, Laura's there, Dara's there, and one of my coworkers who has heard the whole saga play out is there as well. The girls mock him the entire time. He is maybe aware...we are not sure. The realizations made that night were: 1) both of us could do better and 2) he's LAME.
2 days later I'm on a date (read about it in the next post). Laura calls me and tells me about a conversation she and Garry had where he said that he finally came to a decision.
How nice of him! Too bad he's too late!
My apologies
Before I post my most recent, um, confessions, I must apologize to anyone reading this blog for my lack of posts. First of all, I moved, thus putting a somewhat hold on my dating life. Secondly, and this will be revealed in a future post, there was some boy drama...
To find out what happened, read on...
To find out what happened, read on...
Saturday, November 10, 2007
Time Flies When You Eat Thai Food
Ah Thai food...I think you are my one true love. Hopefully you will help facilitate in the finding of the man who will make me happy for the rest of my life. But, if not, at least I have Pad Thai!
Garry and I had our first date the other night at my favorite Thai place. I, as usual, show up ridiculously on time, and I wait until he shows up. Some concerns that I had before getting there was what to wear. He was coming from work (wearing a suit) and I hate getting dressed up. But, for the sake of not looking retarded, I get all sorts of trendy looking to go out to dinner. At a restaurant I would wear sweats to. Yeah.
Dinner was great. Food is always good there, and we actually had dessert (mmmmm, chocolate souffle`).
Conversation was great. We spoke about EVERYTHING. No topic was left uncovered. I discovered he and I are the same age, but I am older by 2 months (not a common occurrence for me). He wasn't such a great kid in school; I was a nerd and goody-two-shoes. He will keep me company as we have a scary movie marathon of movies we haven't seen (and apparently will lose circulation in his arm because I will be squeezing it so much).
Wait, hold on a sec. Did he say that we are having a movie marathon?
Please, please, please, PLEASE don't be that guy who says things during a date and then never follows through!
Scariest moment of the date: when I went to the bathroom, looked at my watch for the second time that night only to find it was 11:30 and I had to get up early for work the next morning! Our friend who had organized that dinner where we met had text messaged me to find out how dinner went. I texted her back that we were still there. Her message back: Hot damn!
I concur.
The train ride home was pleasant enough. I got a hug as I left him to walk home.
After reading my "Bitch" book, I shouldn't be offended by a hug. I am taking things slowly. I am waiting at least a month before doing anything really physical.
I am waiting.
I am waiting.
I am waiting.
Repeat mantra and breathe....
Garry and I had our first date the other night at my favorite Thai place. I, as usual, show up ridiculously on time, and I wait until he shows up. Some concerns that I had before getting there was what to wear. He was coming from work (wearing a suit) and I hate getting dressed up. But, for the sake of not looking retarded, I get all sorts of trendy looking to go out to dinner. At a restaurant I would wear sweats to. Yeah.
Dinner was great. Food is always good there, and we actually had dessert (mmmmm, chocolate souffle`).
Conversation was great. We spoke about EVERYTHING. No topic was left uncovered. I discovered he and I are the same age, but I am older by 2 months (not a common occurrence for me). He wasn't such a great kid in school; I was a nerd and goody-two-shoes. He will keep me company as we have a scary movie marathon of movies we haven't seen (and apparently will lose circulation in his arm because I will be squeezing it so much).
Wait, hold on a sec. Did he say that we are having a movie marathon?
Please, please, please, PLEASE don't be that guy who says things during a date and then never follows through!
Scariest moment of the date: when I went to the bathroom, looked at my watch for the second time that night only to find it was 11:30 and I had to get up early for work the next morning! Our friend who had organized that dinner where we met had text messaged me to find out how dinner went. I texted her back that we were still there. Her message back: Hot damn!
I concur.
The train ride home was pleasant enough. I got a hug as I left him to walk home.
After reading my "Bitch" book, I shouldn't be offended by a hug. I am taking things slowly. I am waiting at least a month before doing anything really physical.
I am waiting.
I am waiting.
I am waiting.
Repeat mantra and breathe....
Monday, November 5, 2007
The "Not So Free" Meal
So, being a Jewish girl in search of Mr. Right, I decide to do the most Jewy thing possible: Shabbat dinner at a local Jewish organization. Normally I wouldn't attend anything from this organization, because they are mildly cultish, but I had a brief change of heart when I got an email from them about their new take on speed dating.
Speed dating that is mildly slower because you are eating a Shabbat dinner! What could be better?
The concept was a good one: have a bunch of tables where random assignments of women and men will sit together, changing table assignments for each course. Each person is given a name tag with business cards with their personal information on it to give to people they click with. Sounds good right?
The execution of the plan wasn't the smoothest (the random assignments for each course led to repeat people at each table), but the night was fun. Here's the rundown:
Course #1: We sit down, introduce ourselves, and begin the evening. I survey the table...slim pickings to be honest. Most of the guys at the table are short and not really my type. One guy, however, strikes my fancy: Garry. Tall, cute, kinda skinny (not really my thing, but I could work with it), and when he looks at me I get all sorts of nervous and butterfly-esque. We start flirting, subtly of course, and before I know it, the first course is over and we exit into the lobby while they change the tables around.
Break in the Lobby: I meet up with my friend who accompanied me that night only to find her with two guys we met at speed dating. One of the guys is the guy that I totally clicked with over David Duchovny. We all start chatting about our first course, and then about things in general. I finally turn around to the guy I liked and asked why he didn't "YES" me for the speed dating. He said he wasn't a member and didn't log on at all for anyone.
Hmmmm...lame excuse or the truth? We shall see.
Course #2: Due to the random assignment, I'm at my second table with two guys from my first table (unfortunately not Garry). The conversation was nice, but nothing impressive by anyone there. Garry, however, was at an adjacent table making eye contact every now and then. I love flirting with the eyebrows!
Dessert course (in the lobby): Garry and I start flirting hardcore. Physical contact is made (thank goodness he isn't shomer), tickling occurs, people ask how long we have known each other. Huh? For like, um, 15 minutes?
I give him my card and go off to play with my other friends.
My friend, the two guys from speed dating and I decide to go out to a bar.
Two chocolate martinis later, I am calling out Californication-boy out on him being a player; someone who loves the chase, but that's about all he likes. He tells me I'm wrong and that he'll call me. We exchange numbers (I put him in as "so-and-so who will never call"). I'm going to be sooooooo right about him.
Why am I so gutsy to call a guy out? Read "Why Men Love Bitches". It will change your life.
Now, I'm waiting to see who I hear from.
Speed dating that is mildly slower because you are eating a Shabbat dinner! What could be better?
The concept was a good one: have a bunch of tables where random assignments of women and men will sit together, changing table assignments for each course. Each person is given a name tag with business cards with their personal information on it to give to people they click with. Sounds good right?
The execution of the plan wasn't the smoothest (the random assignments for each course led to repeat people at each table), but the night was fun. Here's the rundown:
Course #1: We sit down, introduce ourselves, and begin the evening. I survey the table...slim pickings to be honest. Most of the guys at the table are short and not really my type. One guy, however, strikes my fancy: Garry. Tall, cute, kinda skinny (not really my thing, but I could work with it), and when he looks at me I get all sorts of nervous and butterfly-esque. We start flirting, subtly of course, and before I know it, the first course is over and we exit into the lobby while they change the tables around.
Break in the Lobby: I meet up with my friend who accompanied me that night only to find her with two guys we met at speed dating. One of the guys is the guy that I totally clicked with over David Duchovny. We all start chatting about our first course, and then about things in general. I finally turn around to the guy I liked and asked why he didn't "YES" me for the speed dating. He said he wasn't a member and didn't log on at all for anyone.
Hmmmm...lame excuse or the truth? We shall see.
Course #2: Due to the random assignment, I'm at my second table with two guys from my first table (unfortunately not Garry). The conversation was nice, but nothing impressive by anyone there. Garry, however, was at an adjacent table making eye contact every now and then. I love flirting with the eyebrows!
Dessert course (in the lobby): Garry and I start flirting hardcore. Physical contact is made (thank goodness he isn't shomer), tickling occurs, people ask how long we have known each other. Huh? For like, um, 15 minutes?
I give him my card and go off to play with my other friends.
My friend, the two guys from speed dating and I decide to go out to a bar.
Two chocolate martinis later, I am calling out Californication-boy out on him being a player; someone who loves the chase, but that's about all he likes. He tells me I'm wrong and that he'll call me. We exchange numbers (I put him in as "so-and-so who will never call"). I'm going to be sooooooo right about him.
Why am I so gutsy to call a guy out? Read "Why Men Love Bitches". It will change your life.
Now, I'm waiting to see who I hear from.
Friday, October 26, 2007
Hurry the Eff Up!
Speed dating!
What could be more fun than talking to a bunch of different guys for no longer than 4 minutes at a time? Nothing that I can think of!
After my TERRIBLE date on Saturday, I was very much in need for many short dates that would end in exactly 4 minutes. I figured if the guy was cute/nice/funny, they would "YES" me on their cards and I would do the same on mine, and we would eventually go out on a non-time-restricted date. If the guy was annoying, peace out homey!
The only downside to speed dating is the pool of men that show up. More than half were guys that I would not usually want to go out with...EVER. The few guys there who seemed like they'd be my type were okay, but only a few stuck out.
I picked 6 in total to say yes to (out of 14).
One guy (and honestly, the only one I was SUPER interested in) had a mutual match with me. I feel like I shouldn't give too much information about him just yet (being that we haven't actually gone out yet) for fear of jinxing what might happen.
BUT, I will keep you posted! ;)
What could be more fun than talking to a bunch of different guys for no longer than 4 minutes at a time? Nothing that I can think of!
After my TERRIBLE date on Saturday, I was very much in need for many short dates that would end in exactly 4 minutes. I figured if the guy was cute/nice/funny, they would "YES" me on their cards and I would do the same on mine, and we would eventually go out on a non-time-restricted date. If the guy was annoying, peace out homey!
The only downside to speed dating is the pool of men that show up. More than half were guys that I would not usually want to go out with...EVER. The few guys there who seemed like they'd be my type were okay, but only a few stuck out.
I picked 6 in total to say yes to (out of 14).
One guy (and honestly, the only one I was SUPER interested in) had a mutual match with me. I feel like I shouldn't give too much information about him just yet (being that we haven't actually gone out yet) for fear of jinxing what might happen.
BUT, I will keep you posted! ;)
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