Cops. The TV show. Why is it I can never get enough of this show? I think it's been on since I've been in high school. Easily 20 years. & no matter how many times I watch it, I never tire of watching these "alleged" criminals get busted. I mean, every episode has a shirtless person wondering why he's getting pulled over for driving on the wrong side of the road, or sleeping in a tree. Plain craziness & I love it.
& isn't "alleged" one of the best words in the English language? You can call anyone anything, as long as the word "alleged" falls before or after your incriminating comment. But I am always on the side of the criminal. I think, oh they're definitely innocent, I mean the cop really pulled them over for no reason. Then I have to remind myself that it's a tv show & it wouldn't be entertaining if the person was actually on their way to get a gallon of milk & happened to take the wrong turn into the sketchiest drug neighborhood in America. No one is that unlucky. Or are they? The jury is still out on that one.
Tonight, as I sit here watching the alleged criminals I know that I should have been at the gym or out for a run. It's tough though. I did my 5k this weekend & I knew that I would have to come up with a new plan of action if I was going to attempt a 70.3 half way around the world. The time difference alone is overwhelming. Tons of planning will have to go into my new hair brained scheme. First & foremost, I need to save money. I think I have $30 in my brand new savings account. I even signed up for "Keep the Change." I'm turning over a new leaf & I am going to be a huge saver going forward! What? I totally am!!!! OK, please stop laughing. I know I have at least $4,970 more to go. & that's US $$$, not Euros. I don't even want to start thinking about the exchange rate & how much more I will have to save.
Secondly, I need a new bike. I can't get buy on my old bike for too much longer & it's definitely not going to last through another long race. It will be fine as a training bike for now, but I am going to have to figure out something fast. Additionally, whatever bike I get will have to be shipped to Ireland. Not only shipped, but disassembled, reassembled, disassembled & then shipped back to the US. Interestingly enough Aer Lingus can ship wedding cakes! So if they can ship a cake I'm sure they can ship a bike, right? Ah yeah, right. I think this means I'd better learn how to do it myself or find someone in Galway to do it. Quick research has given me a good bike dealer in Galway, but they haven't returned my email. & if I was smart, I would learn how to do it myself, because you never know what will go wrong. & something always goes wrong.
For now my plan is to sit down & work out a 20 week training plan which should get me through the fall & into early winter, where I can really assess where I am & how much further I need to go. It's not going to be easy, but I am definitely going to cross that finish line in Galway. But tonight & at least for the rest of this week, I'll be sitting planning my goals for 2011. Allegedly. Now where's that pint of Ben & Jerry's???
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Matchless
OK, so $39.99 would have been better spent on some shoes, or a few magazines, or that new hot yoga mat at Lululemon, but I did try Match & I guess I can cross that off my "Things to Try Before I Die" list. Out of the 900 views that I got (that's not too bad, 30 a day!) I really didn't have a lot of success. I did go out on one date & I do actually have 2 or 3 others lined up, but for the most part, people on Match are weird.
I finally did figure out the block feature on Match & got rid of the Texter - that kept sending me emails & texts, but never wanted to meet in public, unless I wanted to join him at the Borgata. Ah...no thanks. Another 23 year old (male nurse - not that there's anything wrong with that - just being descriptive) kept emailing me to tell me that he was still interested. 23. Hmmmmm........no. Block.
My favorite part of Match are the liars. OK liars is a harsh word, so let me use the term fibbers. One guy I emailed (strictly to ask him if he worked at my gym because he looked familiar) wrote me back & said that he did in fact work there, but that he was no longer on Match because he has had a girlfriend for the past 7 months. Every time from that day forward when I logged in I could see that he had been active within the past day or so. I find that interesting, as if I was in a relationship, I think I would have cancelled my account.
Another person, who shall remain nameless, said that he never went on Match & only signed up because people at work made him. Yet, he's active every single day. That puzzles me.
Which brings me to original conclusion, that people are really not serious about online dating, that many of the people I encountered (as my friend Erich stated) are serial daters or only on there to hook up. Well, that's not my thing. But at least I got a good vasectomy story out of it & I hope it kept you entertained!
Soooooo I am sorry to report my Matching has come to an end. At this point I'd rather get a flu shot than have to go through the whole wink, wink email nonsense any longer. & I can't see spending any more money on something that really didn't work out. I'd think buying a shirt that I will wear once & throw out sounds way more worth it to me.
On to the next adventure!
I finally did figure out the block feature on Match & got rid of the Texter - that kept sending me emails & texts, but never wanted to meet in public, unless I wanted to join him at the Borgata. Ah...no thanks. Another 23 year old (male nurse - not that there's anything wrong with that - just being descriptive) kept emailing me to tell me that he was still interested. 23. Hmmmmm........no. Block.
My favorite part of Match are the liars. OK liars is a harsh word, so let me use the term fibbers. One guy I emailed (strictly to ask him if he worked at my gym because he looked familiar) wrote me back & said that he did in fact work there, but that he was no longer on Match because he has had a girlfriend for the past 7 months. Every time from that day forward when I logged in I could see that he had been active within the past day or so. I find that interesting, as if I was in a relationship, I think I would have cancelled my account.
Another person, who shall remain nameless, said that he never went on Match & only signed up because people at work made him. Yet, he's active every single day. That puzzles me.
Which brings me to original conclusion, that people are really not serious about online dating, that many of the people I encountered (as my friend Erich stated) are serial daters or only on there to hook up. Well, that's not my thing. But at least I got a good vasectomy story out of it & I hope it kept you entertained!
Soooooo I am sorry to report my Matching has come to an end. At this point I'd rather get a flu shot than have to go through the whole wink, wink email nonsense any longer. & I can't see spending any more money on something that really didn't work out. I'd think buying a shirt that I will wear once & throw out sounds way more worth it to me.
On to the next adventure!
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Tunnel to Towers Run
Today was a great day to run in NYC! This was the second year that I did the run & it went so quickly! Last year it was raining & I was nervous. This year, the weather cooperated & I wasn't nervous at all. I wish I could have gotten some more pictures, but I didn't bring my phone into the tunnel. Here are 2 that I did get.
Here's my race number!
Here's the view after I came out & was on the way back to the car.
It's always a great run & thanks to everyone that helped me raise $$. & of course a big thank you to Mike who drives me to the race in Red Hook & waits for me at the finish line! Had a great time & definitely can't wait til next year.
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Ironman 70.3 Ireland - Tada Gan Iarrach
Nothing without effort.
Hold the phone...did someone say Ireland? As in...U2, sheep, the Aran Islands, wool sweaters & the home of Spar! (Ireland's version of 7-11)? Yes, it's true! I just read a press release on the Ironman site (hey, I'm not a loser that sits around reading press releases, they sent me an email!). & I am sooooo in!
About 2 minutes before I saw the Ireland 70.3 post, I got an email about the Pocono 70.3. Now that would have been great, as the Poconos are about 1 1/2 hours from home. Not 1/2 a day away like New Hampshire. But as I sat reading my email I almost couldn't believe my eyes. Ireland, Galway, September 2011.
I've been to Ireland 5 times. I really do feel as if it is my home away from home & if I ever hit the lottery or have the chance to retire in Ireland. I. AM. IN. Galway is on the western coast of Ireland & we went there the last time we went to Ireland in 2008. We really had a great time & my sister got engaged on our trip in Dublin. Yep, engaged. & kudos to me for keeping it a huge secret. So there naysayers, I am a good secret keeper...sometimes. So Ireland holds a special place for my family. I don't think it's going to take a lot to convince my mom to make the trip over there to see me race. Hell, I think she'd go over there to get some Shephard's Pie at this point, but now she will get the chance to see me race & enjoy vacation!
I have been waivering with my workouts, not really doing much, being lazy & not following through with my plans, but after seeing this email I now have a new goal & it's important to have goals, right? Right. Well....now I have to start planning. 1st & foremost, get a good plan going. 2nd...have to start saving money. I can't even imagine how much it is going to cost to ship my bike there, or where I should even ship it. I guess I will have the next year to figure that out.
Dream BIG! Live LARGE!
Tada gan Iarrach!
Hold the phone...did someone say Ireland? As in...U2, sheep, the Aran Islands, wool sweaters & the home of Spar! (Ireland's version of 7-11)? Yes, it's true! I just read a press release on the Ironman site (hey, I'm not a loser that sits around reading press releases, they sent me an email!). & I am sooooo in!
About 2 minutes before I saw the Ireland 70.3 post, I got an email about the Pocono 70.3. Now that would have been great, as the Poconos are about 1 1/2 hours from home. Not 1/2 a day away like New Hampshire. But as I sat reading my email I almost couldn't believe my eyes. Ireland, Galway, September 2011.
I've been to Ireland 5 times. I really do feel as if it is my home away from home & if I ever hit the lottery or have the chance to retire in Ireland. I. AM. IN. Galway is on the western coast of Ireland & we went there the last time we went to Ireland in 2008. We really had a great time & my sister got engaged on our trip in Dublin. Yep, engaged. & kudos to me for keeping it a huge secret. So there naysayers, I am a good secret keeper...sometimes. So Ireland holds a special place for my family. I don't think it's going to take a lot to convince my mom to make the trip over there to see me race. Hell, I think she'd go over there to get some Shephard's Pie at this point, but now she will get the chance to see me race & enjoy vacation!
I have been waivering with my workouts, not really doing much, being lazy & not following through with my plans, but after seeing this email I now have a new goal & it's important to have goals, right? Right. Well....now I have to start planning. 1st & foremost, get a good plan going. 2nd...have to start saving money. I can't even imagine how much it is going to cost to ship my bike there, or where I should even ship it. I guess I will have the next year to figure that out.
Dream BIG! Live LARGE!
Tada gan Iarrach!
Thursday, September 16, 2010
25 Things You Don't Know About Me - Thank You Us Weekly!
I love US Weekly & I am secretly hoping that it somehow finds its way into my birthday stash or my stocking this year, as it is tough to go without it in my mailbox every Thursday! But if everyone recalls, I have been trying (& failing miserably) to cut back spending this year so when my subscription ran out, I did not renew. So sad! I have to get all my Heidi Montag gossip third hand at this point. Thank God for the TMZ app on my iPhone.
One of the things I miss the most is the Top 25 things You Don't Know About Me. It's the most ridiculous article in the magazine, like I believe that Snooki is actually shy! Um......right. But each week when I saw it in my mailbox, I would rip into it like it was the Wall Street Journal or some other reputable rag, I mean paper.
Since I no longer have my subscription, I figured I'd make up my own 25 Things You Probably Don't Know About Me (in no particular order).
1. Sometimes I keep things way past their expiration date: milk, orange juice, shoes, friends, etc.
2. I love watching crime scene drama news shows like Dateline or 48 Hours.
3. I hate dog slobber, yet I have owned 2 of the most slobbery dogs ever.
4. I am obssessed with shoes. OK, everyone knows that but I had to put it in there!
5. I Want A Hippopotamus For Christmas is my favorite Christmas song.
6. I can't stand hypocrites.
7. The only thing I hate more than a hypocrite is a liar.
8. I think I have a great singing voice (no one else does).
9. I don't floss enough.
10. I like to speed while driving, everywhere. 40 mph should be the minimum speed limit.
11. I have become so accustomed to moving money from one checking account to another, that I could probably be considered a check kiter at this point.
12. I wish I could play the violin.
13. I try to go to Starbucks once a day.
14. I am afraid that I may become a hoarder some day.
15. I make to do lists, then lose them.
16. I make lists of all the things I will buy when I win the Mega Millions lottery.
17. I hate being alone.
18. I would love to go on vacation by myself, somewhere relaxing by the beach. Ironic if you just read #17.
19. If I had it to do all over again I would have applied to Notre Dame.
20. I am always starving.
21. I'm not a big fan of kids.
22. I hope to finish knitting all my knitting projects someday.
23. No purse is too expensive!
24. I am extremely impatient.
25. I wish I had a maid.
OK, some of these are really silly & stupid. But I hope you enjoy them. I've been on a blogging kick lately for some reason. Not sure why, so enjoy it while you can! Have to get back to a better workout schedule. One of my "to do" list items this week is to come up with a swimming plan for the winter. Now if I can only find that list with the rest of my to dos on it!
One of the things I miss the most is the Top 25 things You Don't Know About Me. It's the most ridiculous article in the magazine, like I believe that Snooki is actually shy! Um......right. But each week when I saw it in my mailbox, I would rip into it like it was the Wall Street Journal or some other reputable rag, I mean paper.
Since I no longer have my subscription, I figured I'd make up my own 25 Things You Probably Don't Know About Me (in no particular order).
1. Sometimes I keep things way past their expiration date: milk, orange juice, shoes, friends, etc.
2. I love watching crime scene drama news shows like Dateline or 48 Hours.
3. I hate dog slobber, yet I have owned 2 of the most slobbery dogs ever.
4. I am obssessed with shoes. OK, everyone knows that but I had to put it in there!
5. I Want A Hippopotamus For Christmas is my favorite Christmas song.
6. I can't stand hypocrites.
7. The only thing I hate more than a hypocrite is a liar.
8. I think I have a great singing voice (no one else does).
9. I don't floss enough.
10. I like to speed while driving, everywhere. 40 mph should be the minimum speed limit.
11. I have become so accustomed to moving money from one checking account to another, that I could probably be considered a check kiter at this point.
12. I wish I could play the violin.
13. I try to go to Starbucks once a day.
14. I am afraid that I may become a hoarder some day.
15. I make to do lists, then lose them.
16. I make lists of all the things I will buy when I win the Mega Millions lottery.
17. I hate being alone.
18. I would love to go on vacation by myself, somewhere relaxing by the beach. Ironic if you just read #17.
19. If I had it to do all over again I would have applied to Notre Dame.
20. I am always starving.
21. I'm not a big fan of kids.
22. I hope to finish knitting all my knitting projects someday.
23. No purse is too expensive!
24. I am extremely impatient.
25. I wish I had a maid.
OK, some of these are really silly & stupid. But I hope you enjoy them. I've been on a blogging kick lately for some reason. Not sure why, so enjoy it while you can! Have to get back to a better workout schedule. One of my "to do" list items this week is to come up with a swimming plan for the winter. Now if I can only find that list with the rest of my to dos on it!
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Cluck U Chicken Red Bank
Sometimes I snap a good picture.
I guess even chickens need a way to get to work. Brings new meaning to the term "fast food." Perhaps if I wear a chicken suit while riding, I will be faster on race day - sans chicken suit, of course!
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
More Matching!
This week has been pretty lame as far as my Matches go. I did go out on a semi-date on Saturday night, but I can't really decide if it is a date/date or a friend date thing. I am thinking friends at this point, although hooking up is probably not out of the question. But that's boring, as part of me isn't really a hooker upper & am only going out on dates to keep from stabbing myself with a fork as I am sitting home watching Cops on a Saturday night.
This past Saturday night I went out & stayed out til 1 am. Holy crap! I couldn't even believe it myself. It was fun & was with my friend/date so I can't even report that anything wacky went on, as this was not a Match date. As for my Match prospects. I've emailed a few people & have one guy on the hook, but I don't think he's my type. He's very nice & wants to go out, but I don't really know if I want to. But that would really ruin my Match experiment, so I will most likely go, but only so I can blog to all my readers later, as I know they would be soooo disappointed that I didn't have some funny story to report.
As for PD #2, he actually stopped texting me on Thursday. That's only 4 or 5 days after I had last text him, but just when you think he's gone away, I receive an email this morning from him chastising me for not texting him back. BLOCK. OK weirdo, you couldn't even pick up the phone & actually CALL me, why would I continue texting you. & by the way, I'm not interested in your nasty email. WHAT-EVER. Besides, he broke rule #1 & was geographically undesirable.
Earlier last week Date #1 text me an annoying & not very PC message. What is with these crazy texters? Isn't there a man out there that can actually call you & say hi? How's it going? Maybe they are out there, but I am thinking that they are all in jail. I guess I could set my sights on an inmate, as I see there's that new Prison Wives show where they devote an entire hour to watching you sit around you house, which consists of a card table, 2 chairs, a pile of unpaid/unopened bills & some hamburger helper while you wait for inmate #26937 to call you collect - running up your phone bill & rendering you penniless. I bet they must pay those women something, as they always seem to have enough gas money to drive 4 hours to the prison & sleep outside until visiting hours. I probably could write a book about that experience. But I don't think NJ allows for conjugal visits, so that idea will just be meaningless if that is the case!
Well, for now I don't really know if I have a date or not. My very good friends are coming home for the long weekend so if I don't have any Match news to report, at least Amy will provide you with some interesting escapades.
Oh & for those who are keeping track, I ran 3 miles last night. I really wanted to go outside, but a flash thunderstorm prevented me from doing that. That would have been disasterous!
This past Saturday night I went out & stayed out til 1 am. Holy crap! I couldn't even believe it myself. It was fun & was with my friend/date so I can't even report that anything wacky went on, as this was not a Match date. As for my Match prospects. I've emailed a few people & have one guy on the hook, but I don't think he's my type. He's very nice & wants to go out, but I don't really know if I want to. But that would really ruin my Match experiment, so I will most likely go, but only so I can blog to all my readers later, as I know they would be soooo disappointed that I didn't have some funny story to report.
As for PD #2, he actually stopped texting me on Thursday. That's only 4 or 5 days after I had last text him, but just when you think he's gone away, I receive an email this morning from him chastising me for not texting him back. BLOCK. OK weirdo, you couldn't even pick up the phone & actually CALL me, why would I continue texting you. & by the way, I'm not interested in your nasty email. WHAT-EVER. Besides, he broke rule #1 & was geographically undesirable.
Earlier last week Date #1 text me an annoying & not very PC message. What is with these crazy texters? Isn't there a man out there that can actually call you & say hi? How's it going? Maybe they are out there, but I am thinking that they are all in jail. I guess I could set my sights on an inmate, as I see there's that new Prison Wives show where they devote an entire hour to watching you sit around you house, which consists of a card table, 2 chairs, a pile of unpaid/unopened bills & some hamburger helper while you wait for inmate #26937 to call you collect - running up your phone bill & rendering you penniless. I bet they must pay those women something, as they always seem to have enough gas money to drive 4 hours to the prison & sleep outside until visiting hours. I probably could write a book about that experience. But I don't think NJ allows for conjugal visits, so that idea will just be meaningless if that is the case!
Well, for now I don't really know if I have a date or not. My very good friends are coming home for the long weekend so if I don't have any Match news to report, at least Amy will provide you with some interesting escapades.
Oh & for those who are keeping track, I ran 3 miles last night. I really wanted to go outside, but a flash thunderstorm prevented me from doing that. That would have been disasterous!
Saturday, September 11, 2010
September 11th
Wow, 9 years & still such a sad day. Many of you know that I dated a NYC Firefighter, Jerry Dewan. He was killed in the WTC on September 11th. I still remember his memorial service & seeing firefighters, friends & family as far as the eye can see. When I think about that whole weekend in Boston with his family & friends I feel as if it moved in super slow motion. I remember seeing the largest American flag draped between two tower ladders. I don't think I have ever seen a flag that big ever in my life. & even though it was 9 years ago, I still remember almost every minute of that weekend.
I also remember the day that they found Jerry's body in the WTC & my college friend Deanna (who introduced me to Jerry) calling me at work to let me know. It was an eerie feeling, as I had a strange feeling with me that day in December & remember the news that a bunch of firefighters had been found the night before. It was the only consolation of that horrible day, that they had found him & could provide a tiny bit of closure to his grieving family.
When Jerry died I remember someone telling me that they had found his running schedule on the refrigerator. He had been running 12 miles a day in the weeks before his death. Back then, I couldn't even run 12 feet & it was amazing to me that he had been running so much. I promised myself that someday I would be able to do the same & I even joined a training program at the gym that September to try to train for the 2002 Spring Lake 5.
It took me a really long time to remember that promise that I made, that I would someday get my fat ass out there & run & I look back & wished I had done it a lot sooner than 2008, but I did it & that is all that counts.
As the 9th anniversary of that horrible day approaches I want to remind everyone the promise that I made back in 2001, that I would honor Jerry someday & continue his love of running. This year is the 2nd year I will be running in the Tunnel to Towers Run in NYC to benefit the Stephen Siller Foundation. If you are in the NYC area you can watch in on CBS. Still thinking of you babe.
I also remember the day that they found Jerry's body in the WTC & my college friend Deanna (who introduced me to Jerry) calling me at work to let me know. It was an eerie feeling, as I had a strange feeling with me that day in December & remember the news that a bunch of firefighters had been found the night before. It was the only consolation of that horrible day, that they had found him & could provide a tiny bit of closure to his grieving family.
When Jerry died I remember someone telling me that they had found his running schedule on the refrigerator. He had been running 12 miles a day in the weeks before his death. Back then, I couldn't even run 12 feet & it was amazing to me that he had been running so much. I promised myself that someday I would be able to do the same & I even joined a training program at the gym that September to try to train for the 2002 Spring Lake 5.
It took me a really long time to remember that promise that I made, that I would someday get my fat ass out there & run & I look back & wished I had done it a lot sooner than 2008, but I did it & that is all that counts.
As the 9th anniversary of that horrible day approaches I want to remind everyone the promise that I made back in 2001, that I would honor Jerry someday & continue his love of running. This year is the 2nd year I will be running in the Tunnel to Towers Run in NYC to benefit the Stephen Siller Foundation. If you are in the NYC area you can watch in on CBS. Still thinking of you babe.
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Future Matchers
This week has flown by, thank you Labor Day! Wait, no I take that back, as Labor Day means summer is over & the new Tommy Bahama bikini I bought on sale (marked down from $170 to $40 - 2 words BAR GAIN) has gone unworn. I'm a sure there are many beach goers out there breathing a collective sigh, but still. I will have to return for a pair of cute new shoe booties that I have my eyes on. Bikini season is sadly over 250 days away! Say it ain't so!
Besides this week & summer being over I am sadly saying goodbye to the BMW. Yes, my trusty sidekick for the past 3 years is going back. Boo hoo! Now what? Hard to be shallow & narcissistic driving around in a 6 year old SUV with a bike rack, but on to the next adventure. My picks on Match this week have been much better than the first 2 dates. I should say 1 & 1/2 dates, as the second date (the texter) never really turned into a real life date. He is, however, still texting me daily. I wonder how long this will go on? I haven't responded since Monday & I am still getting them. Could you imagine if we actually went out & he liked me? Good God I am shaking just thinking about it!
I am getting better at this whole winking thing. At first I was a bit nervous about winking, but since this is an experiment I have thrown all caution to the wind & wink at every Tom, Dick & Justin out there. Who cares, right? Maybe some of them will turn into real dates! Yeah, doubtful. But I'm still winking, especially at the hot guys. Hey, I found one hot guy before, no two! So maybe I can sucker another one. Third times a charm, right? :)
One guy emailed me, with phone number, & seemed very normal. Lived in NYC (yes not in Monmouth County - broke rule #1 already) but he seemed nice. This is the semi-professional football player. I still have to email him back. I'm not so great at responding so far. Another guy is an engineer. Uh oh. I work with 20 engineers & engineer type guys all day. Not sure if I should go out with any after work, but he seems very normal & very nice. His only flaw so far is that he looks like my cousin's husband. But again, it is just a date, I don't have to marry him!
The funny thing about Match is that anyone from anywhere can search for you, wink at you and/or email you. Yep, the 60 year old guy from Cicero, NY just winked at me about an hour ago. Hey, sure that's only 6 hours from my house & you're almost the same age as my dad, lets go out! Soon! For drinks! What-ever.
I did muster up the energy to run tonight, for those who read my blog solely for the workout aspect (LOL) & I have been thinking a lot about trying another 70.3 IM. I have two choices picked out. One is in Rhode Island next July. Or my other, totally unrealistic & half baked idea is Ironman 70.3 UK. Yes, UK as in England. My sister is dying to go to London next summer & I figure this would be a great addition to our family vacation. Hahahahaha. Yes, I hear you all laughing too.
Besides this week & summer being over I am sadly saying goodbye to the BMW. Yes, my trusty sidekick for the past 3 years is going back. Boo hoo! Now what? Hard to be shallow & narcissistic driving around in a 6 year old SUV with a bike rack, but on to the next adventure. My picks on Match this week have been much better than the first 2 dates. I should say 1 & 1/2 dates, as the second date (the texter) never really turned into a real life date. He is, however, still texting me daily. I wonder how long this will go on? I haven't responded since Monday & I am still getting them. Could you imagine if we actually went out & he liked me? Good God I am shaking just thinking about it!
I am getting better at this whole winking thing. At first I was a bit nervous about winking, but since this is an experiment I have thrown all caution to the wind & wink at every Tom, Dick & Justin out there. Who cares, right? Maybe some of them will turn into real dates! Yeah, doubtful. But I'm still winking, especially at the hot guys. Hey, I found one hot guy before, no two! So maybe I can sucker another one. Third times a charm, right? :)
One guy emailed me, with phone number, & seemed very normal. Lived in NYC (yes not in Monmouth County - broke rule #1 already) but he seemed nice. This is the semi-professional football player. I still have to email him back. I'm not so great at responding so far. Another guy is an engineer. Uh oh. I work with 20 engineers & engineer type guys all day. Not sure if I should go out with any after work, but he seems very normal & very nice. His only flaw so far is that he looks like my cousin's husband. But again, it is just a date, I don't have to marry him!
The funny thing about Match is that anyone from anywhere can search for you, wink at you and/or email you. Yep, the 60 year old guy from Cicero, NY just winked at me about an hour ago. Hey, sure that's only 6 hours from my house & you're almost the same age as my dad, lets go out! Soon! For drinks! What-ever.
I did muster up the energy to run tonight, for those who read my blog solely for the workout aspect (LOL) & I have been thinking a lot about trying another 70.3 IM. I have two choices picked out. One is in Rhode Island next July. Or my other, totally unrealistic & half baked idea is Ironman 70.3 UK. Yes, UK as in England. My sister is dying to go to London next summer & I figure this would be a great addition to our family vacation. Hahahahaha. Yes, I hear you all laughing too.
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Non Date #2 - The Texter
OK so I've taken a detour from blogging about running, biking & swimming to perhaps entertain my 4 readers with my dating escapades. As we all know from my last entry, date #1 was a bit of a bust. I figure you have to kiss a few frogs before you find Prince Charming, right? Ick.
Potential Date #2 emailed me. OK, he really wasn't my type, waaaaaaay too short & lived further than I was really interested in traveling (I know what you're thinking - too picky) but hey this is MY experiment & I get to pick the rules. There aren't many rules, but the few that I have I will not deviate from under any circumstance, maybe.
Here are the rules in no particular order:
1. Please live in Monmouth County. I live practically in the middle of Monmouth County, so I'm not really up for traveling more than a 1/2 hour in any direction. I would like someone that can come over & kill spiders or help me put up a shelf without having to travel 2 hours.
2. Please do not think it's appropriate to text/email prior to 7 am or after 10 pm at night. I don't know you well enough that I care to have my sleep interrupted & I don't really appreciate being woken up by your "booty call" texts. 10 pm or later calls are reserved for real emergencies (a friend getting dumped, or arrested or a death in the family).
3. Please don't continually text me. If you don't want to speak to me on the phone, I'm not really interested in a text saga with you.
4. Please don't wear sneakers on a date unless we are playing tennis or going out for a run.
5. Please, if you ask me out for drinks, don't expect me to pay. Hey, you asked.
6. Be respectful. I don't normally want to make out with someone I've never met & I don't think it's appropriate to try to have your hands all over me.
7. There will be no sex on the first date. & by the way, no sex on date 2-5 or later. Too bad. Again, please see rule # 6 about being respectful. I'm sure if you had a sister, you wouldn't want some creepy guy all over her on a first date.
8. I'm only going to meet you in a public place for date # 1. I'm not going to go anywhere with you alone & I'm going to make sure all my friends know I am on a date so that they can text/call me to see if I am ok.
Maybe this sounds harsh or prudish, but you know it's not! I'm not looking to hookup or for booty calls. I'm sure I could find a few people for that. I did this to see if there were any decent, nice men still out there. So far I am quite disillusioned.
Here is the story behind Potential Date #2:
Potential Date # 2 is a texter. He emailed me & then asked me for my number. OK, I gave it to him. BIG MISTAKE. HUGE. He likes to text. Not a lot, but at odd hours of the day or night. After our first original hi, how are you text he sent me a text at 12:30 am. Thanks to my crazy iPhone said text came through at 2:30 am. Not good. I work, full time. No, I am not some executive or have some high stress job, but I am a professional person who works in a professional office. I am not up all night texting, chatting on the phone or wasting time on Match. I don't expect a lot, but please respect the fact that 11 pm is a NORMAL person's bedtime. I get up at 6:30 for work & I am expected to be on my game at work, don't think it's ok to wake me up when we haven't even met in person.
PD #2 obviously doesn't get this as he has texted me 3 or 4 nights at around 1 am. OK, one was on Friday night, but still....I haven't responded to any of your previous late night texts, when will you get the hint? Clearly never.
Another fatal flaw with potential date # 2 (& I should have saw this coming) his Match screen name is a country. Yes, my sister guessed it immediately after telling her this. & I don't mind making fun of said country as 1/2 of my mother's family is from there. What does bother me is that he fits the sterotype for that country & it's annoying. I do not appreciate being called hon, sweetheart or cutie. You are not a 90 year old man or my grandmother, so again, be respectful. In addition, I do not know you so it isn't appropriate to ask me to come over & give you or have you give me, a back massage. Again, see rule #6 about keeping your hands to yourself!
Seriously though, I had had just about enough with PD #2 that I sent him the following text thinking he may get the hint after his "massage" text:
Me: Don't take this the wrong way but I didn't join match to get laid. I can go out to a bar if I wanted to do that. Just looking to go out on dates & maybe find a bf. If that's cool with you then ok, if not, I understand.
PD#2: I'm not looking to get just laid I want a romantic gf.
Me: Texting isn't romantic. If you want to go out feel free to get back to me.
OK, so I am thinking that at this point this stupid jerk has finally gotten the hint. Nope, more texts follow the next day. Now he wants me to go to Atlantic City with him. Atlantic City?!?!?!? I have lived in New Jersey all my life. I can count on 1 hand how many times I have been to AC & I'm not driving an hour & a half down there with someone I have never met before. Besides the obvious you could be a serial killer (& you may all be laughing but look up Craigslist Killer - as I went to school my whole life with his fiance's family), but what if I don't like you? I can't get home from AC by myself & it's just weird. Meet me out for a drink, or hell even Starbucks at this point, then lets talk a little before you wisk me off to the Borgata.
At this point I am really thinking that PD #2 is catching on, but no he is still texting & still inquiring about my travels to AC. Finally on Sunday morning he asks me if we are going on a date. I told him I made plans, but that I am free all week. Now he wants to know if I will come over & hang out. Um.....no I don't know you. I'm not coming to your house. I tell him that if he'd like to call me & make plans, that would be great. Shocker then phone never rings, but bing bong next text on Monday morning. Wow, I guess the pics I posted must have been really good because that's all he knows of me at this point. The last text from him said - we should meet later.
Ugh, really? It's been like 4-5 days of stupid texts with you. I have plans to eat porkroll & then go out later. Yes, I didn't do much on Monday, but I am not interested at this point. You missed every opportunity to be normal & call me, so I'm sorry to say that Potential Date # 2 - the texter is quickly affirming my belief that Match is full of guys looking only to hookup.
I am happy to report that I have been emailing with Potential Date # 3 & Potential Date # 4 & we shall see what happens. The only piece of info I can give you about PD# 3 is that he plays some form of semi-professional football. Ah yeah, whatever that may be!
Potential Date #2 emailed me. OK, he really wasn't my type, waaaaaaay too short & lived further than I was really interested in traveling (I know what you're thinking - too picky) but hey this is MY experiment & I get to pick the rules. There aren't many rules, but the few that I have I will not deviate from under any circumstance, maybe.
Here are the rules in no particular order:
1. Please live in Monmouth County. I live practically in the middle of Monmouth County, so I'm not really up for traveling more than a 1/2 hour in any direction. I would like someone that can come over & kill spiders or help me put up a shelf without having to travel 2 hours.
2. Please do not think it's appropriate to text/email prior to 7 am or after 10 pm at night. I don't know you well enough that I care to have my sleep interrupted & I don't really appreciate being woken up by your "booty call" texts. 10 pm or later calls are reserved for real emergencies (a friend getting dumped, or arrested or a death in the family).
3. Please don't continually text me. If you don't want to speak to me on the phone, I'm not really interested in a text saga with you.
4. Please don't wear sneakers on a date unless we are playing tennis or going out for a run.
5. Please, if you ask me out for drinks, don't expect me to pay. Hey, you asked.
6. Be respectful. I don't normally want to make out with someone I've never met & I don't think it's appropriate to try to have your hands all over me.
7. There will be no sex on the first date. & by the way, no sex on date 2-5 or later. Too bad. Again, please see rule # 6 about being respectful. I'm sure if you had a sister, you wouldn't want some creepy guy all over her on a first date.
8. I'm only going to meet you in a public place for date # 1. I'm not going to go anywhere with you alone & I'm going to make sure all my friends know I am on a date so that they can text/call me to see if I am ok.
Maybe this sounds harsh or prudish, but you know it's not! I'm not looking to hookup or for booty calls. I'm sure I could find a few people for that. I did this to see if there were any decent, nice men still out there. So far I am quite disillusioned.
Here is the story behind Potential Date #2:
Potential Date # 2 is a texter. He emailed me & then asked me for my number. OK, I gave it to him. BIG MISTAKE. HUGE. He likes to text. Not a lot, but at odd hours of the day or night. After our first original hi, how are you text he sent me a text at 12:30 am. Thanks to my crazy iPhone said text came through at 2:30 am. Not good. I work, full time. No, I am not some executive or have some high stress job, but I am a professional person who works in a professional office. I am not up all night texting, chatting on the phone or wasting time on Match. I don't expect a lot, but please respect the fact that 11 pm is a NORMAL person's bedtime. I get up at 6:30 for work & I am expected to be on my game at work, don't think it's ok to wake me up when we haven't even met in person.
PD #2 obviously doesn't get this as he has texted me 3 or 4 nights at around 1 am. OK, one was on Friday night, but still....I haven't responded to any of your previous late night texts, when will you get the hint? Clearly never.
Another fatal flaw with potential date # 2 (& I should have saw this coming) his Match screen name is a country. Yes, my sister guessed it immediately after telling her this. & I don't mind making fun of said country as 1/2 of my mother's family is from there. What does bother me is that he fits the sterotype for that country & it's annoying. I do not appreciate being called hon, sweetheart or cutie. You are not a 90 year old man or my grandmother, so again, be respectful. In addition, I do not know you so it isn't appropriate to ask me to come over & give you or have you give me, a back massage. Again, see rule #6 about keeping your hands to yourself!
Seriously though, I had had just about enough with PD #2 that I sent him the following text thinking he may get the hint after his "massage" text:
Me: Don't take this the wrong way but I didn't join match to get laid. I can go out to a bar if I wanted to do that. Just looking to go out on dates & maybe find a bf. If that's cool with you then ok, if not, I understand.
PD#2: I'm not looking to get just laid I want a romantic gf.
Me: Texting isn't romantic. If you want to go out feel free to get back to me.
OK, so I am thinking that at this point this stupid jerk has finally gotten the hint. Nope, more texts follow the next day. Now he wants me to go to Atlantic City with him. Atlantic City?!?!?!? I have lived in New Jersey all my life. I can count on 1 hand how many times I have been to AC & I'm not driving an hour & a half down there with someone I have never met before. Besides the obvious you could be a serial killer (& you may all be laughing but look up Craigslist Killer - as I went to school my whole life with his fiance's family), but what if I don't like you? I can't get home from AC by myself & it's just weird. Meet me out for a drink, or hell even Starbucks at this point, then lets talk a little before you wisk me off to the Borgata.
At this point I am really thinking that PD #2 is catching on, but no he is still texting & still inquiring about my travels to AC. Finally on Sunday morning he asks me if we are going on a date. I told him I made plans, but that I am free all week. Now he wants to know if I will come over & hang out. Um.....no I don't know you. I'm not coming to your house. I tell him that if he'd like to call me & make plans, that would be great. Shocker then phone never rings, but bing bong next text on Monday morning. Wow, I guess the pics I posted must have been really good because that's all he knows of me at this point. The last text from him said - we should meet later.
Ugh, really? It's been like 4-5 days of stupid texts with you. I have plans to eat porkroll & then go out later. Yes, I didn't do much on Monday, but I am not interested at this point. You missed every opportunity to be normal & call me, so I'm sorry to say that Potential Date # 2 - the texter is quickly affirming my belief that Match is full of guys looking only to hookup.
I am happy to report that I have been emailing with Potential Date # 3 & Potential Date # 4 & we shall see what happens. The only piece of info I can give you about PD# 3 is that he plays some form of semi-professional football. Ah yeah, whatever that may be!
Thursday, September 2, 2010
My $39.99 Experiment
I know everyone is getting bored reading about my running & swimming escapades, so I thought Id' take this chance to let you all dip into part of my life I never talk about. It's easy to say I ran 5 miles today or that I need a new bike, it's not easy to tell everyone that back in May I got dumped by the brat.
Yes, it was sad & no I don't think I'm really over it, but I can say that I feel that it wasn't really my fault & circumstances beyond my control contributed to the breakup. That being said, I joined Match.com yesterday. Now, as we all know, I am not a big dater, or a serial dater, as my friend Erich described many Match clients. I did go out on a date a few weeks ago, a non-Match.com date, and it was not very successful. I decided that breaking out of my shell may help me put a fresh perspective on this whole dating thing & maybe help me get over being mad at you know who for dumping me.
Now, spending $39.99 on a dating site is not my idea of money well spent. I'd prefer to buy some makeup or hair gel or even that new hot yoga mat I've had my eye on at Lululemon, but I did it & voila I actually didn't want to throw up. I wasn't sure what to expect, but it is fairly easy, you go on, sign up, post a few pics, write a semi-coherent blurb about yourself & hit the save button.
When I went back into look a few hours later, praying that someone actually winked at me & maybe even sent me an email, I was pleasantly surprised to see 7 emails & 12 winks. Yes, some were from people from Connecticut (a bit too geographically undersireable for me) but I still was a little excited for myself. Off I went into the world of cyber-dating! I do have to chuckle at this because my grandmother is always talking about one of her friends & how her daughters met their husbands "online." As if "online" is code word for in a whorehouse and/or crack den. It's a different age now & why not try it out. OK, off I go.
I did receive a few winks from people that I really didn't find too interesting, like the 52 year old who looked like he could be my dad & the 23 year old nurse that was, as he claimed, "very mature" for his age. Um...ok. I don't even remember being 23 at this point in my life, I thanked him for the cute email but told him I thought I was waaaay too old for him. He wrote back again & disagreed, but lets just say that in Kentucky, I am old enough to be his mother.
A few emails & winks later I did see one guy that was kinda cute, a blonde, which I have always in the past liked! I wrote back & after a quick email or two, he sent me his number & asked me to text him if I wanted to meet for a drink. This is where it starts to get odd. Potential Date #1's phone number is 2 digits off from the brat's phone number. That should have been a sign, but of course it wasn't so I sent him a text & told him I'd love to meet for a drink. After a few texts, it was decided, drinks at a local bar later that day.
Putting all nervousness aside & wondering if I was in fact too old for Date #1 (he's 28 I'm 37) I found a cute black dress & some sandals & went for it. I have to say, I wasn't disappointed at first, he was very nice, cute, funny & very outgoing. I for one am a little more of a wait & see kind of person. I am very social & love to be out meeting people, but I'm not one to blab my whole life story to a complete stranger. I may tell everyone at work my entire life story, but I have known these people for 13 years, it is a lot different!
The one embarassing part of this story is that while in the midst of winking, emailing & texting I never even asked Date #1's name. When telling a friend about this prior to the date, she screached - who doesn't ask for his name? Well, I guess I don't. Hey, it was totally spur of the moment & I guess I got caught up in the whole I have a date thing. I had to think of a clever way to get his name without stealing his wallet or having someone run his license plate for me. OK, I'm just going to have to bite the bullet & ask. After asking, his reply was it's a really common guy's name. OH. GOD. Please don't be the same as the brat's name, or I'm getting up & going home, back to watch my previously DVR'd episodes of Rescue Me. Where is a good Tommy Gavin lookalike when you need one? Thankfully, his name was not the same as any previous ex & we were back in business.
From that point on, I really felt the date was going very well, he was nice, outgoing, friendly, but then at some point, unbeknownst to me, it took a strange turn. Yes, Date #1 was considerably younger than I was. I didn't think much of it at first because most of the guys I work with are around the same age & I am used to it, but he was different. He reminded me of my sister's really good friend from high school, who is loveable, but a bit gregarious. He also looked a little like a cross between my ex-boyfriend who jerked me around for 10 years before going back to his ex-wife & a guy I have despised since kindergarten. But, I am being too judgemental, as I said to my friend Dori, it is a first date, we're not getting married!
About an hour into the date (and approaching the 11 pm hour) I felt myself wishing for home. It wasn't that I wasn't having fun, but a quick meet & greet was slowly turning into what I foresaw as an all nighter. Now it's been a long time since I've come into work after a date that lasted well into the wee morning hours & I didn't feel like this was one of those nights. Beauty rest people, I need it! & again, I really should say that Date #1 was really nice & I am sure very nervous, just as I was so I am hoping that people don't think I am bashing here, I'm just giving you a little insight into my first time going out on blind dates.
There were a lot of interesting tidbits of information thrown out by Date #1, but not me. I do not kiss & tell, that's for sure! I guess part of me wasn't sure what to expect & was happy that things seemed to be going well. Then there were a few red flags. & I know what you are all thinking, yes I am picky, yes I am obnoxious, yes I was raised to look at people's shoes when I first met them. OK maybe my mother will deny that, but I am a bit snobby at times, thanks mom! That doesn't mean that I don't have friends from all walks of life whom I love dearly, it's just that I can hear my mother saying over & over (in my head) to my brother STOP HOLDING YOUR FORK LIKE THAT. It's the little things that I always pickup on & that probably is my downfall.
Date #1 was (again for the 50th time) very nice. He talked a lot. Did I say a lot? Yeah, I mean A LOT. Which is fine, I don't want to sound conceited or petty or self centered, so I don't mind listening to a guy tell me what he does for a living. But, like my brother, he's one of those guys that works for a company in which no one knows what you do or can just say I do this for a living. Yes, my brother makes video games for one of the #1 video game companies in the world, but to this day I don't know if he is the janitor or the CEO. This guy was into something similar. One day I will meet a man I can introduce to my family & say hi, this is my boyfriend Matt the farmer or Ted the accountant. Life will be much simpler then.
After one drink we made our way to the diner. Now normally, as you all know I have been trying my hardest to eat better (and failing miserably) but the one rule I do stick to is no late night snacks. Cheese quesadillas & fries are not something I normally eat past 8 pm. But being the good 1st dater that I am, & being game for anything, I went to the diner & had some fries. This is where it all began to go horribly wrong.
Twice on the walk over, he wanted to kiss. OK, is that weird? I think it's weird! I just met you! You could have herpes on the lips or mono! Yes, that's my weird paranoid side kicking in, but I don't even know you! & I am so not a fan of PDA. Yes, I like to hold hands & don't mind the hello or goodbye kiss in public, but kissing in the parking lots of Red Bank for me was so 1986 & 8th grade. Sorry to pull out the prude card, but it was weird!
I excused myself to the bathroom to return all the "Are you OK?" texts I had received & I was back in action. Now again, it is almost 11:30 & I am getting tired. A yawn even slipped out & I was really embarrassed. I wasn't bored, I was just getting sleepy! The food comes & I am thinking who is going to eat all this? The RB diner is notorious for enormous portions. Well, after about 10 minutes, I saw first hand who gobbled down an entire portion that would have fed a family of 5. He actually said to the waitress, I'm as hungry as an Ethiopian! Eeek! Interesting.
The funny part to me was that I started to see bits & pieces of a few of my exes in Date #1. He had a few mannerisms that were so like one of my exes I had to look away at one point. It was weird! He also spoke incessantly to the waitress. Now, I'm all for being friendly, but I'm sure the waitress doesn't need to know that you haven't eaten in 12 hours or that you are on a date & how's it going? At one point, he even answered a call from one of his friends & proceeded to tell her how the date was going. But this wasn't the worst part of it........and there is something to be said for saving the best for last.
When I tell a story, it does take forever & there are bits & pieces that I forget or leave out or don't remember for days later. This morning, while online a Dunkin Donuts, the best part of the date hit me & I screamed at my sister. Holy sh*t! I forgot to tell you this. At one point over my fries, Date #1 asks me if I picked him to go out with because in his profile, he had checked, doesn't want kids. Honestly, I didn't even look at that part of the profile. This was my first date, it was something I was so not concerned with at this point. I looked at him & said no, I didn't even notice. This is when he asks - well do you want kids? I could feel a real air of seriousness in this question & to be truthful, it was not a question I was expecting on a 1st, 2nd or ever 3rd date. I answered him honestly. Said I never have had the urge to have kids, it's not something I have in the works, but I never rule anything out. To which he responded. I had a vasectomy when I was 26.
Seriously people, you cannot make this sh*t up. Here's to hoping Date #2 will be a little less eventful.
Yes, it was sad & no I don't think I'm really over it, but I can say that I feel that it wasn't really my fault & circumstances beyond my control contributed to the breakup. That being said, I joined Match.com yesterday. Now, as we all know, I am not a big dater, or a serial dater, as my friend Erich described many Match clients. I did go out on a date a few weeks ago, a non-Match.com date, and it was not very successful. I decided that breaking out of my shell may help me put a fresh perspective on this whole dating thing & maybe help me get over being mad at you know who for dumping me.
Now, spending $39.99 on a dating site is not my idea of money well spent. I'd prefer to buy some makeup or hair gel or even that new hot yoga mat I've had my eye on at Lululemon, but I did it & voila I actually didn't want to throw up. I wasn't sure what to expect, but it is fairly easy, you go on, sign up, post a few pics, write a semi-coherent blurb about yourself & hit the save button.
When I went back into look a few hours later, praying that someone actually winked at me & maybe even sent me an email, I was pleasantly surprised to see 7 emails & 12 winks. Yes, some were from people from Connecticut (a bit too geographically undersireable for me) but I still was a little excited for myself. Off I went into the world of cyber-dating! I do have to chuckle at this because my grandmother is always talking about one of her friends & how her daughters met their husbands "online." As if "online" is code word for in a whorehouse and/or crack den. It's a different age now & why not try it out. OK, off I go.
I did receive a few winks from people that I really didn't find too interesting, like the 52 year old who looked like he could be my dad & the 23 year old nurse that was, as he claimed, "very mature" for his age. Um...ok. I don't even remember being 23 at this point in my life, I thanked him for the cute email but told him I thought I was waaaay too old for him. He wrote back again & disagreed, but lets just say that in Kentucky, I am old enough to be his mother.
A few emails & winks later I did see one guy that was kinda cute, a blonde, which I have always in the past liked! I wrote back & after a quick email or two, he sent me his number & asked me to text him if I wanted to meet for a drink. This is where it starts to get odd. Potential Date #1's phone number is 2 digits off from the brat's phone number. That should have been a sign, but of course it wasn't so I sent him a text & told him I'd love to meet for a drink. After a few texts, it was decided, drinks at a local bar later that day.
Putting all nervousness aside & wondering if I was in fact too old for Date #1 (he's 28 I'm 37) I found a cute black dress & some sandals & went for it. I have to say, I wasn't disappointed at first, he was very nice, cute, funny & very outgoing. I for one am a little more of a wait & see kind of person. I am very social & love to be out meeting people, but I'm not one to blab my whole life story to a complete stranger. I may tell everyone at work my entire life story, but I have known these people for 13 years, it is a lot different!
The one embarassing part of this story is that while in the midst of winking, emailing & texting I never even asked Date #1's name. When telling a friend about this prior to the date, she screached - who doesn't ask for his name? Well, I guess I don't. Hey, it was totally spur of the moment & I guess I got caught up in the whole I have a date thing. I had to think of a clever way to get his name without stealing his wallet or having someone run his license plate for me. OK, I'm just going to have to bite the bullet & ask. After asking, his reply was it's a really common guy's name. OH. GOD. Please don't be the same as the brat's name, or I'm getting up & going home, back to watch my previously DVR'd episodes of Rescue Me. Where is a good Tommy Gavin lookalike when you need one? Thankfully, his name was not the same as any previous ex & we were back in business.
From that point on, I really felt the date was going very well, he was nice, outgoing, friendly, but then at some point, unbeknownst to me, it took a strange turn. Yes, Date #1 was considerably younger than I was. I didn't think much of it at first because most of the guys I work with are around the same age & I am used to it, but he was different. He reminded me of my sister's really good friend from high school, who is loveable, but a bit gregarious. He also looked a little like a cross between my ex-boyfriend who jerked me around for 10 years before going back to his ex-wife & a guy I have despised since kindergarten. But, I am being too judgemental, as I said to my friend Dori, it is a first date, we're not getting married!
About an hour into the date (and approaching the 11 pm hour) I felt myself wishing for home. It wasn't that I wasn't having fun, but a quick meet & greet was slowly turning into what I foresaw as an all nighter. Now it's been a long time since I've come into work after a date that lasted well into the wee morning hours & I didn't feel like this was one of those nights. Beauty rest people, I need it! & again, I really should say that Date #1 was really nice & I am sure very nervous, just as I was so I am hoping that people don't think I am bashing here, I'm just giving you a little insight into my first time going out on blind dates.
There were a lot of interesting tidbits of information thrown out by Date #1, but not me. I do not kiss & tell, that's for sure! I guess part of me wasn't sure what to expect & was happy that things seemed to be going well. Then there were a few red flags. & I know what you are all thinking, yes I am picky, yes I am obnoxious, yes I was raised to look at people's shoes when I first met them. OK maybe my mother will deny that, but I am a bit snobby at times, thanks mom! That doesn't mean that I don't have friends from all walks of life whom I love dearly, it's just that I can hear my mother saying over & over (in my head) to my brother STOP HOLDING YOUR FORK LIKE THAT. It's the little things that I always pickup on & that probably is my downfall.
Date #1 was (again for the 50th time) very nice. He talked a lot. Did I say a lot? Yeah, I mean A LOT. Which is fine, I don't want to sound conceited or petty or self centered, so I don't mind listening to a guy tell me what he does for a living. But, like my brother, he's one of those guys that works for a company in which no one knows what you do or can just say I do this for a living. Yes, my brother makes video games for one of the #1 video game companies in the world, but to this day I don't know if he is the janitor or the CEO. This guy was into something similar. One day I will meet a man I can introduce to my family & say hi, this is my boyfriend Matt the farmer or Ted the accountant. Life will be much simpler then.
After one drink we made our way to the diner. Now normally, as you all know I have been trying my hardest to eat better (and failing miserably) but the one rule I do stick to is no late night snacks. Cheese quesadillas & fries are not something I normally eat past 8 pm. But being the good 1st dater that I am, & being game for anything, I went to the diner & had some fries. This is where it all began to go horribly wrong.
Twice on the walk over, he wanted to kiss. OK, is that weird? I think it's weird! I just met you! You could have herpes on the lips or mono! Yes, that's my weird paranoid side kicking in, but I don't even know you! & I am so not a fan of PDA. Yes, I like to hold hands & don't mind the hello or goodbye kiss in public, but kissing in the parking lots of Red Bank for me was so 1986 & 8th grade. Sorry to pull out the prude card, but it was weird!
I excused myself to the bathroom to return all the "Are you OK?" texts I had received & I was back in action. Now again, it is almost 11:30 & I am getting tired. A yawn even slipped out & I was really embarrassed. I wasn't bored, I was just getting sleepy! The food comes & I am thinking who is going to eat all this? The RB diner is notorious for enormous portions. Well, after about 10 minutes, I saw first hand who gobbled down an entire portion that would have fed a family of 5. He actually said to the waitress, I'm as hungry as an Ethiopian! Eeek! Interesting.
The funny part to me was that I started to see bits & pieces of a few of my exes in Date #1. He had a few mannerisms that were so like one of my exes I had to look away at one point. It was weird! He also spoke incessantly to the waitress. Now, I'm all for being friendly, but I'm sure the waitress doesn't need to know that you haven't eaten in 12 hours or that you are on a date & how's it going? At one point, he even answered a call from one of his friends & proceeded to tell her how the date was going. But this wasn't the worst part of it........and there is something to be said for saving the best for last.
When I tell a story, it does take forever & there are bits & pieces that I forget or leave out or don't remember for days later. This morning, while online a Dunkin Donuts, the best part of the date hit me & I screamed at my sister. Holy sh*t! I forgot to tell you this. At one point over my fries, Date #1 asks me if I picked him to go out with because in his profile, he had checked, doesn't want kids. Honestly, I didn't even look at that part of the profile. This was my first date, it was something I was so not concerned with at this point. I looked at him & said no, I didn't even notice. This is when he asks - well do you want kids? I could feel a real air of seriousness in this question & to be truthful, it was not a question I was expecting on a 1st, 2nd or ever 3rd date. I answered him honestly. Said I never have had the urge to have kids, it's not something I have in the works, but I never rule anything out. To which he responded. I had a vasectomy when I was 26.
Seriously people, you cannot make this sh*t up. Here's to hoping Date #2 will be a little less eventful.
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