After a week of consistent texting and a few long phone calls, IT and I had our first date last night... and I'm still smiling.
He had all four (the plan was only two) of his wisdom teeth taken out Friday morning and he text me right after surgery. We talked all day and continued to talk about our plans for hanging out sometime this weekend. Our plan was to shoot for Sunday but if he was feeling alright, maybe Saturday. So on Friday afternoon when he asked if I would be interested in coming out to Staten Island to hang out with him and watch a movie the next night, I got super excited. I told him that we would play it by ear, depending on how he was feeling and if he wasn't up to it, we'd reschedule.
All day yesterday we talked, he was feeling ok: sort of uncomfortable and some pressure but no pain. He said he was taking it easy so that he'd be up for spending time together tonight. We planned for me to leave after dinner time and get there around 8ish. I had absolutely no feeling of anxiety or nervousness about meeting him on his turf, going to his house. My mom was more concerned that by me going there, it would start us off on the wrong foot: me going to him. (With past relationships, I was the one to put in most of the effort and she didn't want to see that happen to me again.) I genuinely feel the potential this guy has is way different than anyone I've experienced before. Unfortunately, I won't know until I get to know him better, but the feeling in my gut is all good.
So I hit the road, looking cute yet casual in leggings, long sweater, flip flops, hair straightened, and date-worthy makeup. The ride was so easy! My house is about 20 minutes off the parkway and his is less than 15, with a total ride time of less than an hour. I get to his house, he meets me outside of his gorgeous house. Since his grandmother was still visiting and he didn't want me to have to meet him AND her for the first time, he offered to take me down to the beach before we hung out to watch a movie. We hopped in his truck and took the couple minute ride down to the water where there's a park and gazebo overlooking the gorgeous and breathtaking skyline of Perth Amboy. Ha.
We talked and spent about an hour out there commenting on the gorgeous shade of brown the water was, the mysterious items floating by, and watched as two oil rigs competed in a race up the river. We laughed and elaborated on subjects we had touched base on through texts and phone calls: colleges, jobs, families, our shared love for "Jersey Shore" and the Yankees, and our first thoughts of each other after finally meeting. I busted his chops about his chubby cheeks, swollen from the surgery. Minimal physical contact was made but we were both definitely into each other.
After our teeth were chattering, we headed back to the car and went to the house. His grandma was still there, so I briefly met her. She headed down to her apartment and we snuggled up on the couch to watch "The Godfather". I think he was shocked that I had never seen it, and as much as I tried to focus on it, I was way more into the big hunka man meat that was sitting next to me. It all felt so natural and comfortable to be with him... and we both commented on that.
I wound up leaving around 230 this morning and as soon as I left him, he text me saying "great night!" We even text each other at the same exact time this morning saying good morning...
I'm so hopeful and certain that this might be something good. Sigh.... :)
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Boys, Weddings, and the West Coast
So the Wild World of Dimps has been more like "The Tame World of Dimps" lately. Quick recap on the boys I'm I had been talking to:
ST gave me an easy-out during a brief texting session the weekend of my birthday shenanigans. I had responded with a one- or two-word text to which he replied: "that response is a convo ender. hit me up if you ever feel like talking or hangin out again sometime. whatever". So, I haven't and I won't. He was boring and every time I text him (unless I was a few drinks deep), it felt forced.
Steelers Boy faded off as well as Security Guy. Both wished me a happy birthday (sweet that they both remembered) but I haven't missed or thought about them since. As far as Mr. No-Balls, I haven't heard from him since he said he was going to be in town that Wednesday like a month ago. So typical. I guarantee I'll hear from him before the end of the month and he'll be singing the same old song: "I'm so sorry." "I pussied out." "I miss talking to you, I should be in town soon"... and we'll talk for another week and then he'll disappear. Or maybe I'll just delete him off bbm now and save me the hassle. (Although he does have my number and will probably send me a text like he did last time I deleted him.)
Besides weeding out the trash, there's one boy I just started talking to this weekend and I'm not sure where it will lead, but he's got some good qualifications: tall Staten Island not-so-guido looking Italian teacher. So far I've concluded only two (yet semi-big in my world) faults: he hates when bars play 80's rock songs (ugh). Excuse me, but once I hear "...Jesse is a friend, yeah, I know he's been a good friend of mine" over the speakers, I squeal and start dancing like a fool. He also says that even though he's built like a linebacker (yummmm-o) he cannot get interested in football (double ugh). Luckily its Yankee season and he says he goes to about 15 games a year (helllooooo, free $9 beers!). But besides those two faults, I get his sarcasm and humor thru texts, he's incredibly sweet, family oriented, and already planning our first date for this weekend. He's getting two of his wisdom teeth out on Friday and if he's healing well, he's determined for a Saturday hangout, but if not, then hopefully Sunday. We shall call him... Italian Teacher.
Other than those updates, not much else has been happening - birthday came and went, I'm certifiably considered in my late 20's now that I'm 28, and I'm still living it up as a single gal who loves her life no matter if a boy is involved or not.
And on that note, I have much to look forward to in the weeks ahead:
My sister's wedding planning is in full effect and we have begun the hunt for makeup and hair stylists. I ordered my maid of honor dress and (aside from the fact that fancy dresses run 6 sizes bigger than my actual size) I can't wait to get it on and see how cute all us girls are going to look.
St. Patrick's Day debauchery is right around the corner. My home town celebrates by hosting a HUGE parade the Saturday before, and as always, me and a few friends have already started planning outfits, pregame rituals, and will start training our livers now. When you are our age and living in or close to this town, you attend the parade... but "watch" from inside the local bars, doing irish car bombs (well, not me, I find them gross) and chugging the specially-ordered plastic 16oz bottles of beer they bring in (and jack up the prices for) on this "holiday" of drinking. Bars open at 10am and there is usually a line formed by 9-930am in front of most. It's a sea of green, stumbling people by noon, and I'm usually face down in bed by 5pm (hopefully) sleeping thru my hangover to wake the next morning feeling golden.
Another exciting event I have planned is a trip to visit one of my best girlfriends from college. In August she abruptly packed up her belongings and hauled her and her life across the country to San Luis Obispo, California where she is working for a local college in their athletic department. So in April, I'm packing my flip flops and headed west for the first time. I've been told by multiple people that I won't want to come back. My mom, however, has told me that I WILL be coming back. The only thing I was told by my friend was that I'm not allowed to "be all wifey'd up" when I come out there.
... which means I'll probably find my soul mate within the next month. Ha.
ST gave me an easy-out during a brief texting session the weekend of my birthday shenanigans. I had responded with a one- or two-word text to which he replied: "that response is a convo ender. hit me up if you ever feel like talking or hangin out again sometime. whatever". So, I haven't and I won't. He was boring and every time I text him (unless I was a few drinks deep), it felt forced.
Steelers Boy faded off as well as Security Guy. Both wished me a happy birthday (sweet that they both remembered) but I haven't missed or thought about them since. As far as Mr. No-Balls, I haven't heard from him since he said he was going to be in town that Wednesday like a month ago. So typical. I guarantee I'll hear from him before the end of the month and he'll be singing the same old song: "I'm so sorry." "I pussied out." "I miss talking to you, I should be in town soon"... and we'll talk for another week and then he'll disappear. Or maybe I'll just delete him off bbm now and save me the hassle. (Although he does have my number and will probably send me a text like he did last time I deleted him.)
Besides weeding out the trash, there's one boy I just started talking to this weekend and I'm not sure where it will lead, but he's got some good qualifications: tall Staten Island not-so-guido looking Italian teacher. So far I've concluded only two (yet semi-big in my world) faults: he hates when bars play 80's rock songs (ugh). Excuse me, but once I hear "...Jesse is a friend, yeah, I know he's been a good friend of mine" over the speakers, I squeal and start dancing like a fool. He also says that even though he's built like a linebacker (yummmm-o) he cannot get interested in football (double ugh). Luckily its Yankee season and he says he goes to about 15 games a year (helllooooo, free $9 beers!). But besides those two faults, I get his sarcasm and humor thru texts, he's incredibly sweet, family oriented, and already planning our first date for this weekend. He's getting two of his wisdom teeth out on Friday and if he's healing well, he's determined for a Saturday hangout, but if not, then hopefully Sunday. We shall call him... Italian Teacher.
Other than those updates, not much else has been happening - birthday came and went, I'm certifiably considered in my late 20's now that I'm 28, and I'm still living it up as a single gal who loves her life no matter if a boy is involved or not.
And on that note, I have much to look forward to in the weeks ahead:
My sister's wedding planning is in full effect and we have begun the hunt for makeup and hair stylists. I ordered my maid of honor dress and (aside from the fact that fancy dresses run 6 sizes bigger than my actual size) I can't wait to get it on and see how cute all us girls are going to look.
St. Patrick's Day debauchery is right around the corner. My home town celebrates by hosting a HUGE parade the Saturday before, and as always, me and a few friends have already started planning outfits, pregame rituals, and will start training our livers now. When you are our age and living in or close to this town, you attend the parade... but "watch" from inside the local bars, doing irish car bombs (well, not me, I find them gross) and chugging the specially-ordered plastic 16oz bottles of beer they bring in (and jack up the prices for) on this "holiday" of drinking. Bars open at 10am and there is usually a line formed by 9-930am in front of most. It's a sea of green, stumbling people by noon, and I'm usually face down in bed by 5pm (hopefully) sleeping thru my hangover to wake the next morning feeling golden.
Another exciting event I have planned is a trip to visit one of my best girlfriends from college. In August she abruptly packed up her belongings and hauled her and her life across the country to San Luis Obispo, California where she is working for a local college in their athletic department. So in April, I'm packing my flip flops and headed west for the first time. I've been told by multiple people that I won't want to come back. My mom, however, has told me that I WILL be coming back. The only thing I was told by my friend was that I'm not allowed to "be all wifey'd up" when I come out there.
... which means I'll probably find my soul mate within the next month. Ha.
Saturday, February 5, 2011
Double Fisting = Drinking Problem?!?
I don't even know where to begin.
Here's the basic jist of the ST drama: I gave in and met him for drinks on Sunday afternoon. He met me in town (after getting a little lost) and we had great conversation, some playful nudges and arm/leg touches while telling stories. After our drinks and shared plate of nachos (I have no shame eating in front of a man, I just won't pig out... yet), we walked into town for a coffee and more conversation in the back of the coffee shop. Topics went from one extreme to the other and none of it was unpleasant. We walked thru the center of town, where he gave me a kiss - it was actually quite romantic - and did some more walking before we got back to my car and drove him to his... Where we may or may not have made out in the car. We even spoke about meeting up again that week depending on the weather.
...However, as the week began (and I knew this would happen), I realized I was bored with him already. I decided after meeting him, I liked his personality better in person than thru texts. At first I found him funny and entertaining to keep up with. But now he comes off as cocky, egotistical, and immature for a 32 year old.
Even so, we kept talking and he asked me to hang out Thursday night and we would meet half way. I told him that would most likely work (if I had REALLY wanted to, I would have committed, without a doubt). But as luck had it, I forgot that I had plans to go with my mom and sister to look for shoes and a veil for her wedding. I thought about meeting and keeping my plans with him, but after getting home later than planned. Knowing that I needed to get stuff done at the house, I was not about to rush around, get ready, and probably be crabbed out just to drive half an hour for a boy I'm not even sure I want to spend time with. He was understanding with it all and we spoke a bit that night.
... Needless to say, we haven't talked much since. He texted me a few times Friday and I responded back, but haven't heard from him again. I can't say that I'm irritated in the slightest, but we'll see what next week brings. Maybe if I'm in a good mood and my schedule allows, I'll give him another shot. But who am I kidding? As I read this back to myself, its obvious I don't want to. :: sigh ::
MOVING ON!!
Security Guy has given up on me - that's really the end of that story. I haven't made an effort and don't want to.
Steelers Boy and I talk here and there, but mostly just flirty fun.
Aaaand.... here's the most shocking: Mr. No-Balls text me today - after not hearing from him in over a week. The first thing he said was that he will be in town on Wednesday for training. The second thing he mentioned was that I told him not to bother being in touch until he had plans to hang out and that was what he was doing - aka to cover his ass for not messaging me sooner. We spoke for a good chunk of the afternoon and even tho we go with a week or so without talking, we easily pick up where we left off. I'm genuinely excited to see him but I just hope he pulls through and we can meet each other face to face after all these years.
Other than that, life is full of eventful online dating emails:
-one said he saw me at the bar on Sunday (when i was out with ST!) - creeeeepyyyyy.
-one guy wished me a nice weekend after we had chatted back and forth briefly... with an attached .jpg of a rose next to a card that said "Be Mine" and then another with a teddy bear holding a heart that said "I Love You". What. The. FUCK?!?
-but this one today tops the cake: (regarding a picture I have of me double fisting two cocktails at a wedding) "one alcoholic beverage in each hand doesnt say cute it says i have a problem,,," - my GBFFL (gay best friend for life) told me I shouldn't even respond, and normally I wouldn't... but I HAD to! What guy, from East Bumblefuck PA, has the rights to message a stranger out of the blue, judging her? (his profile also mentioned God, church, and that he doesn't drink) So my response was: "hahahaha. thanks for the input. here's some unsolicited advice for YOU: cut your hair." ... Haven't heard back from him.
I feel that I'm forgetting so many things, and I probably am, but now you're caught up to speed.
Here's something to keep an eye on: This guy from a local beach town added me to his favorites on POF yesterday. After glancing over his profile (without any pictures), I liked what I read (height was perfect, hair/eye color combo sounds good, job seems secure) and risked what could possibly be online dating suicide by communicating with someone who doesn't have pictures: I emailed him. We've gone back and forth and even exchanged screen names (who really uses AIM anymore?!?) and talked for a while today. I hope hope HOPE that when I finally see a picture of him, I'll still be interested. This is kind of how blind dates started back before internet sites, right? Maybe there's hope... maybe. FYI, we'll call him Surfer Dude.
Now, its time to get my drink on. Happy Super Bowl Sunday, mo-fo's. GO STEELERS!
Here's the basic jist of the ST drama: I gave in and met him for drinks on Sunday afternoon. He met me in town (after getting a little lost) and we had great conversation, some playful nudges and arm/leg touches while telling stories. After our drinks and shared plate of nachos (I have no shame eating in front of a man, I just won't pig out... yet), we walked into town for a coffee and more conversation in the back of the coffee shop. Topics went from one extreme to the other and none of it was unpleasant. We walked thru the center of town, where he gave me a kiss - it was actually quite romantic - and did some more walking before we got back to my car and drove him to his... Where we may or may not have made out in the car. We even spoke about meeting up again that week depending on the weather.
...However, as the week began (and I knew this would happen), I realized I was bored with him already. I decided after meeting him, I liked his personality better in person than thru texts. At first I found him funny and entertaining to keep up with. But now he comes off as cocky, egotistical, and immature for a 32 year old.
Even so, we kept talking and he asked me to hang out Thursday night and we would meet half way. I told him that would most likely work (if I had REALLY wanted to, I would have committed, without a doubt). But as luck had it, I forgot that I had plans to go with my mom and sister to look for shoes and a veil for her wedding. I thought about meeting and keeping my plans with him, but after getting home later than planned. Knowing that I needed to get stuff done at the house, I was not about to rush around, get ready, and probably be crabbed out just to drive half an hour for a boy I'm not even sure I want to spend time with. He was understanding with it all and we spoke a bit that night.
... Needless to say, we haven't talked much since. He texted me a few times Friday and I responded back, but haven't heard from him again. I can't say that I'm irritated in the slightest, but we'll see what next week brings. Maybe if I'm in a good mood and my schedule allows, I'll give him another shot. But who am I kidding? As I read this back to myself, its obvious I don't want to. :: sigh ::
MOVING ON!!
Security Guy has given up on me - that's really the end of that story. I haven't made an effort and don't want to.
Steelers Boy and I talk here and there, but mostly just flirty fun.
Aaaand.... here's the most shocking: Mr. No-Balls text me today - after not hearing from him in over a week. The first thing he said was that he will be in town on Wednesday for training. The second thing he mentioned was that I told him not to bother being in touch until he had plans to hang out and that was what he was doing - aka to cover his ass for not messaging me sooner. We spoke for a good chunk of the afternoon and even tho we go with a week or so without talking, we easily pick up where we left off. I'm genuinely excited to see him but I just hope he pulls through and we can meet each other face to face after all these years.
Other than that, life is full of eventful online dating emails:
-one said he saw me at the bar on Sunday (when i was out with ST!) - creeeeepyyyyy.
-one guy wished me a nice weekend after we had chatted back and forth briefly... with an attached .jpg of a rose next to a card that said "Be Mine" and then another with a teddy bear holding a heart that said "I Love You". What. The. FUCK?!?
-but this one today tops the cake: (regarding a picture I have of me double fisting two cocktails at a wedding) "one alcoholic beverage in each hand doesnt say cute it says i have a problem,,," - my GBFFL (gay best friend for life) told me I shouldn't even respond, and normally I wouldn't... but I HAD to! What guy, from East Bumblefuck PA, has the rights to message a stranger out of the blue, judging her? (his profile also mentioned God, church, and that he doesn't drink) So my response was: "hahahaha. thanks for the input. here's some unsolicited advice for YOU: cut your hair." ... Haven't heard back from him.
I feel that I'm forgetting so many things, and I probably am, but now you're caught up to speed.
Here's something to keep an eye on: This guy from a local beach town added me to his favorites on POF yesterday. After glancing over his profile (without any pictures), I liked what I read (height was perfect, hair/eye color combo sounds good, job seems secure) and risked what could possibly be online dating suicide by communicating with someone who doesn't have pictures: I emailed him. We've gone back and forth and even exchanged screen names (who really uses AIM anymore?!?) and talked for a while today. I hope hope HOPE that when I finally see a picture of him, I'll still be interested. This is kind of how blind dates started back before internet sites, right? Maybe there's hope... maybe. FYI, we'll call him Surfer Dude.
Now, its time to get my drink on. Happy Super Bowl Sunday, mo-fo's. GO STEELERS!
Friday, January 28, 2011
Fran Drescher's Voice Comes in Handy
i'm starting this entry as i sit home, on a friday night, on the couch, in my pjs, with dad on the other couch watching wrestling on tv. puppies are playing with their toys, mom is in atlanta for my cousin's wedding, baby broseph is up at school, and sister is at her fiance's house for the weekend, tending to him as he threw his back out shoveling the 14 feet of snow we got the last 48 hours. actually, it was more like 18inches or so, but needless to say, i worked every day this week and went out last night for a "few beers". (un)fortunately, this turned into about a case of beer and a good handful of shots. caught up with a few friends and had some good laughs. even though i was paying the price today, i enjoyed the distraction of Substitute Teacher blowing me off on our first date.
got a text yesterday asking what my plans were for the weekend, so i told him. he asked if i'd want to hang out sunday... INSTEAD of that night as planned. apparently, due to him having to shovel snow for an hour or two and not having to work due to a snow day, he was exhausted. mind you, i shoveled, showered, dropped mom off to make her flight to atlanta, went back home, and was at work by 930. he asked if it would change anything... loaded question. so i answered truthfully, saying that it kinda leaves a bad taste in my mouth for canceling our first date due to an illegit excuse and that if he's doing that now, then what are the odds that this could be a reoccuring theme. i also added that since he was trying to cancel via texts instead of "growing a set" and calling me like a man, that he was laaaaaaaaaaaaame. so then he called me >:) basically we left it like this: he was going to take a nap and get in touch with me when he woke up. well, pssssht. THIS girl ain't waiting for nobody. especially not a dude who tried to cancel cause he was tiiiiiired (read that in a whiny, fran drescher voice). so i came home, got ready and as i was about to walk out the door, he text me asking what i was doing. i told him i just finished getting ready...
ST: "lol no you didn't"
me: "didn't what?"
ST: "youre fuckin with me"
me: "no"
then he called me saying: "i didnt know we were still meeting up. i do wanna meet you. let me go get ready really fast." i told him that i wasn't planning on it, i was going out... without him.
he continued texting me thru the night on and off and then briefly today, asking if i'm going to "keep playing games" until he makes it up to me. let me tell it to ya straight, buddy: i do NOT play games and i have no interest in anyone who does. and THEN... as i'm writing this, he asks if i wanna meet up in an hour or so at the same place we were planning on going last night. i said NO. work a little harder, sweetheart.
no progress/haven't heard from Mr. No-Balls (big surprise there). tried to drop Security Guy but with ST being a douche, i responded to his texts once or twice last night. and then there's Steelers Boy who is still in the running, but i'm still not completely sure he's a good fit for me. we still have plans to hang out next week as long as the snow doesn't mess up his schedule (he works for a town road department where he has to do plowing/sanding in the winter).
so there's the update and i really like how accomplished i feel by getting it all out there, especially when the events are so fresh in my memory. i didn't think i'd get a whole entry's worth of fun in here, but i did. and ya know what, it's my damn blog so... idowhatiwant.
got a text yesterday asking what my plans were for the weekend, so i told him. he asked if i'd want to hang out sunday... INSTEAD of that night as planned. apparently, due to him having to shovel snow for an hour or two and not having to work due to a snow day, he was exhausted. mind you, i shoveled, showered, dropped mom off to make her flight to atlanta, went back home, and was at work by 930. he asked if it would change anything... loaded question. so i answered truthfully, saying that it kinda leaves a bad taste in my mouth for canceling our first date due to an illegit excuse and that if he's doing that now, then what are the odds that this could be a reoccuring theme. i also added that since he was trying to cancel via texts instead of "growing a set" and calling me like a man, that he was laaaaaaaaaaaaame. so then he called me >:) basically we left it like this: he was going to take a nap and get in touch with me when he woke up. well, pssssht. THIS girl ain't waiting for nobody. especially not a dude who tried to cancel cause he was tiiiiiired (read that in a whiny, fran drescher voice). so i came home, got ready and as i was about to walk out the door, he text me asking what i was doing. i told him i just finished getting ready...
ST: "lol no you didn't"
me: "didn't what?"
ST: "youre fuckin with me"
me: "no"
then he called me saying: "i didnt know we were still meeting up. i do wanna meet you. let me go get ready really fast." i told him that i wasn't planning on it, i was going out... without him.
he continued texting me thru the night on and off and then briefly today, asking if i'm going to "keep playing games" until he makes it up to me. let me tell it to ya straight, buddy: i do NOT play games and i have no interest in anyone who does. and THEN... as i'm writing this, he asks if i wanna meet up in an hour or so at the same place we were planning on going last night. i said NO. work a little harder, sweetheart.
no progress/haven't heard from Mr. No-Balls (big surprise there). tried to drop Security Guy but with ST being a douche, i responded to his texts once or twice last night. and then there's Steelers Boy who is still in the running, but i'm still not completely sure he's a good fit for me. we still have plans to hang out next week as long as the snow doesn't mess up his schedule (he works for a town road department where he has to do plowing/sanding in the winter).
so there's the update and i really like how accomplished i feel by getting it all out there, especially when the events are so fresh in my memory. i didn't think i'd get a whole entry's worth of fun in here, but i did. and ya know what, it's my damn blog so... idowhatiwant.
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
When it Rains (Men), it Pours (Men)
I find it entertaining that I'm either talking to ZERO boys or trying to balance a juggling act and have to bust out my Excel Spreadsheet to keep them all straight. If one guy and I start talking, then there's three more like him that follow so closely behind.
Each time I contimplate deactivating my online dating profiles, I will get an email from a guy who seems interesting... or interesting enough to entertain me for the time being... or giving me the attention I'm craving at the time. Whichever the case, I went from not talking to a single guy (except for the awkward enounters with the stalkers at the bar, but the two most threatening don't have my number so that barely counts) to now toggling back and forth with a few.
Here's the lowdown:
Steelers Boy: before my ex and i started dating - approximately 5 years ago (*sidebar: we broke up a solid year ago. and fyi... he's not one that I'd care to bring up in this blog... yet), I was on Match. I talked to this guy through emails but never wound up meeting in person. We both started dating our respective ex's and went our separate ways. Well over the summer, he found me online and sent me an email: "Beth, is that you? Do you remember me?" I didn't, and said so, but then he refreshed my memory and so it went. On and off through the summer we talked but still never got together. He then told me he was talking to another girl and wanted to see where it was going. Fine by me: he hadn't blown my skirt up anyways.
Fast forward a month or two, he texts me, we get to chatting, and now I think i might give him a chance to prove that he is a decent guy. He also mentioned yesterday: "I just look at ur pics n I'm like I wanna make out w her lol". That's always nice to hear. But buy me dinner first, buddy, and then we'll talk logistics. *By the way: he made it clear that he is looking for a girl to go out and have fun with, and if it turns into a relationship, that's great. I clarified that if I did the same with him and other guys he wouldn't have a problem with it... This might be a great situation if it works out!* We have tentative plans to go out one night next week.
Substitute Teacher: Saw his profile online a couple weeks ago, thought he was cute, but never sent a message. He sent me one this weekend, we got to talking back and forth via email for about an hour before I gave in and gave him my number. For the first 48 hours, there hasn't been a single lull in our text conversation and he's called me twice. He's funny (sent me a picture of his 6'2" shadow as I had questioned his height the night before), witty (throws movie quotes appropriately into conversation), and quite forward with his flirty messages (no need for an example here). We have plans to get dinner tomorrow night.
Security Guy: Right off the bat, I can tell he's way more into me than I am him. He's a (cute) meatball who lives in Brooklyn, does security at clubs as well as an overnight gig at a foodstore "for the benefits". Already this doesn't seem logical as he doesn't have a car and our schedules are completely opposite. Nothing has been set up yet to meet, but I have a feeling that by him not having a car can make this tricky. Hope he likes taking the train directly into Morristown!
Other than that, I have one other guy I've literally talked to on and off for over seven years. Back when MySpace was cool (and basically an online dating site in itself), we started talking during my years at Rowan. He's a couple years older than me and lives in Red Bank. He has a job, a car, and a fun personality. However, what he doesn't have is a set of balls to give him the guts to come see me. We have this discussion each time we speak. He even comes to Morristown once in a while for work - no excuses! I got this message the beginning of January: "I was in Florham Park last night walking out of our holiday party and I had my phone out to text you to see if you wanted to meet up. But then I pussied out, got in my car, and drove home." He has also mentioned to me a time he was out with friends and a married buddy of his was saying how he regretted not getting with this one girl before he met his wife. Mr. No-Balls then shared with his buddies that there was a girl he used to talk to that always asked him to come visit her at Rowan and he never did - and he still regrets it. I tell him that he still has a chance, but ya never know for how much longer. We got into it Monday, agreeing that whatever happens with him coming to visit me, that we owe it to ourselves to at least get a drink and go from there. We'll see if this happens...
Never know how any of these stories will end, but here's the opening chapters of each. If i had to bet on it, I'd think it wont work out with Steeler Boy, Sub Teacher will be ok for a bit, but then I'll lose interest, Security Guy is too much effort already, and Mr. No-Balls will continue his life without a set of brass ones. Who's gonna bet against me?
Each time I contimplate deactivating my online dating profiles, I will get an email from a guy who seems interesting... or interesting enough to entertain me for the time being... or giving me the attention I'm craving at the time. Whichever the case, I went from not talking to a single guy (except for the awkward enounters with the stalkers at the bar, but the two most threatening don't have my number so that barely counts) to now toggling back and forth with a few.
Here's the lowdown:
Steelers Boy: before my ex and i started dating - approximately 5 years ago (*sidebar: we broke up a solid year ago. and fyi... he's not one that I'd care to bring up in this blog... yet), I was on Match. I talked to this guy through emails but never wound up meeting in person. We both started dating our respective ex's and went our separate ways. Well over the summer, he found me online and sent me an email: "Beth, is that you? Do you remember me?" I didn't, and said so, but then he refreshed my memory and so it went. On and off through the summer we talked but still never got together. He then told me he was talking to another girl and wanted to see where it was going. Fine by me: he hadn't blown my skirt up anyways.
Fast forward a month or two, he texts me, we get to chatting, and now I think i might give him a chance to prove that he is a decent guy. He also mentioned yesterday: "I just look at ur pics n I'm like I wanna make out w her lol". That's always nice to hear. But buy me dinner first, buddy, and then we'll talk logistics. *By the way: he made it clear that he is looking for a girl to go out and have fun with, and if it turns into a relationship, that's great. I clarified that if I did the same with him and other guys he wouldn't have a problem with it... This might be a great situation if it works out!* We have tentative plans to go out one night next week.
Substitute Teacher: Saw his profile online a couple weeks ago, thought he was cute, but never sent a message. He sent me one this weekend, we got to talking back and forth via email for about an hour before I gave in and gave him my number. For the first 48 hours, there hasn't been a single lull in our text conversation and he's called me twice. He's funny (sent me a picture of his 6'2" shadow as I had questioned his height the night before), witty (throws movie quotes appropriately into conversation), and quite forward with his flirty messages (no need for an example here). We have plans to get dinner tomorrow night.
Security Guy: Right off the bat, I can tell he's way more into me than I am him. He's a (cute) meatball who lives in Brooklyn, does security at clubs as well as an overnight gig at a foodstore "for the benefits". Already this doesn't seem logical as he doesn't have a car and our schedules are completely opposite. Nothing has been set up yet to meet, but I have a feeling that by him not having a car can make this tricky. Hope he likes taking the train directly into Morristown!
Other than that, I have one other guy I've literally talked to on and off for over seven years. Back when MySpace was cool (and basically an online dating site in itself), we started talking during my years at Rowan. He's a couple years older than me and lives in Red Bank. He has a job, a car, and a fun personality. However, what he doesn't have is a set of balls to give him the guts to come see me. We have this discussion each time we speak. He even comes to Morristown once in a while for work - no excuses! I got this message the beginning of January: "I was in Florham Park last night walking out of our holiday party and I had my phone out to text you to see if you wanted to meet up. But then I pussied out, got in my car, and drove home." He has also mentioned to me a time he was out with friends and a married buddy of his was saying how he regretted not getting with this one girl before he met his wife. Mr. No-Balls then shared with his buddies that there was a girl he used to talk to that always asked him to come visit her at Rowan and he never did - and he still regrets it. I tell him that he still has a chance, but ya never know for how much longer. We got into it Monday, agreeing that whatever happens with him coming to visit me, that we owe it to ourselves to at least get a drink and go from there. We'll see if this happens...
Never know how any of these stories will end, but here's the opening chapters of each. If i had to bet on it, I'd think it wont work out with Steeler Boy, Sub Teacher will be ok for a bit, but then I'll lose interest, Security Guy is too much effort already, and Mr. No-Balls will continue his life without a set of brass ones. Who's gonna bet against me?
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Hold on, cause it's gonna be a bumpy ride
As I sit here and watch tonight's new episode of Jersey Shore 3, I toggle back and forth between a few tabs open in my Safari window: Twitter, Blogger, Facebook... and OkCupid.
For the first time since I started Facebook, I feel that it's taken the backburner to Twitter. I started tweeting in March 2009 and only within the last couple of weeks have I been actively (read: obsessively) checking it. I realized that with less actual "friends" than I have on FB, I can just spew out random thoughts, comments, and quotes to those people who CHOOSE to follow me. I love how kinships are formed, you get "introduced" to other people, and it's a whole world of difference from FB.
And thanks to some newly formed friendships on Twitter, I decided to:
A) start a new online dating profile:
- don't feel like paying for match any longer
- the one i'm most active on has been filled with plenty of duds... although some have been interesting experiences... but i digress.
B) start BLOGGING!
So... so far, I've gotten a few emails on the new dating site and I have to keep a running track of this, hence this blog. For you followers, I encourage you to sit back and enjoy some of the funny, embarrassing, and hopefully entertaining experiences that I'll be sharing with you. But ya better buckle up, cause this adventure is bound to be a good time.
As I'm no English or writing major, my grammar, punctuation and choice of words might offend some, but (and let me make my first "slip") go suck a nut if it does. Don't read anything else and beat it buddy.
On a parting note, here are a compilation of the first few emails I received *my comments in bold*:
1. "i like you smile" oh yeah buddy? well I dont like YOU pick-up line.
2. "i like you style" from the same guy... and i repeat above comment.
3. "weird question but....would you be interested in modeling? im a photographer looking to do some amateur stuff.... just wondering :) check out my profile... i promise im legit!" PREDATOR ALERT! sure thing guy, if you pulled up to me in a van offering kittens and coloring books, i'd be sure to jump in there too.
4. "just wanted to say I like your dimples and your curves" although this one was harmless and sweet, his profile picture was of himself with emphasis on his crotch.
and off i go, fist pumping my way into a deep sleep.
For the first time since I started Facebook, I feel that it's taken the backburner to Twitter. I started tweeting in March 2009 and only within the last couple of weeks have I been actively (read: obsessively) checking it. I realized that with less actual "friends" than I have on FB, I can just spew out random thoughts, comments, and quotes to those people who CHOOSE to follow me. I love how kinships are formed, you get "introduced" to other people, and it's a whole world of difference from FB.
And thanks to some newly formed friendships on Twitter, I decided to:
A) start a new online dating profile:
- don't feel like paying for match any longer
- the one i'm most active on has been filled with plenty of duds... although some have been interesting experiences... but i digress.
B) start BLOGGING!
So... so far, I've gotten a few emails on the new dating site and I have to keep a running track of this, hence this blog. For you followers, I encourage you to sit back and enjoy some of the funny, embarrassing, and hopefully entertaining experiences that I'll be sharing with you. But ya better buckle up, cause this adventure is bound to be a good time.
As I'm no English or writing major, my grammar, punctuation and choice of words might offend some, but (and let me make my first "slip") go suck a nut if it does. Don't read anything else and beat it buddy.
On a parting note, here are a compilation of the first few emails I received *my comments in bold*:
1. "i like you smile" oh yeah buddy? well I dont like YOU pick-up line.
2. "i like you style" from the same guy... and i repeat above comment.
3. "weird question but....would you be interested in modeling? im a photographer looking to do some amateur stuff.... just wondering :) check out my profile... i promise im legit!" PREDATOR ALERT! sure thing guy, if you pulled up to me in a van offering kittens and coloring books, i'd be sure to jump in there too.
4. "just wanted to say I like your dimples and your curves" although this one was harmless and sweet, his profile picture was of himself with emphasis on his crotch.
and off i go, fist pumping my way into a deep sleep.
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