In a metropolitan area with greater than three million people, what are the chances that the "40 Year Old" would show up at the same bar where I was having my date with "Mr. Personality" (apparently the odds were pretty good).
The story that is about to follow is true in its entirety and I can't tell you how tempted I am to use "real names" this time. Remember how I said my date with "Creepy John" was possibly the worst date of my life? It was... until last night!
"Mr. Personality" ("Mr. P" from here on out, because "Personality" takes too long to type) and I met at one of the newer trendy bars downtown. I got there first and sat down. I love this place. The amber colored bar is lit from underneath. It casts a warm orange and gold glow on the entire room. I'd been to this place a few times in recentmonths. In fact, this was where I had my first date with the "40 Year Old".
"Mr. P" walked in a few minutes later. He looked nice and he grabbed a seat next to me. We ordered drinks and started talking and talking and talking... We had so much to talk about and there was a mutual attraction. Everything was going great until out of the corner of my eye, I spotted someone... It couldn't be. (Please God let this be a dream) It was "40 Year Old" with his friend Liz. (For the record, Liz is his friend. She has a boyfriend. They weren't on a date.) I was seated at a central part of the bar and I knew it wouldn't be long before I was spotted. It took all of my energy to act normal for "Mr. P". I was freaking out inside!
Within five minutes of spotting "40 Year Old" I knew that what I feared most (besides being eaten alive by sharks) was about to happen. "40 Year Old" began to walk over towards us. He had a huge smile on his face. He was enjoying every minute of this.
He walked up to me and gave me a big hug, "Hey kiddo, how are you doing?"
What an ass! He's never called me "kiddo" before, why would he start in front of his friends and my date?
I introduced them to my date and the small talk started. "Mr. P" turned on the charm and I could tell that "40 Year Old" was extremely impressed with him... I was. "Mr. P" was dressed really well, smelled really well and looked well... really good! "40 Year Old" hadn't shaved that day, was dressed for a sports bar (not the type of bar we were in), and well... he smelled nice to, but I wasn't going to tell him that! (Darn that Old Spice High Endurance deodorant... I'm such a sucker.)
Anyway, they talked about local politics and such and I turned to Liz and struck up a conversation with her. It ends up that she is from my home state... so we had plenty to talk about. I had heard a lot about her from the "40 Year Old" and she had heard a lot about me from him. After 15 minutes of conversation, they finally moved to the other side of the bar (but directly across from us and with a clear line of sight). "40 Year Old" continued to glance over at us for the next hour. I ignored him and focused all my attention on "Mr. P".
Things were going well with "Mr. P". In the middle of our conversation, "Mr. P" completely surprised me when he leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. I immediately blushed and didn't know what to do. I was positive "40 Year Old" had seen the entire thing. "Mr. P" waited for a reaction from me. I didn't give him one. Then he said, "Was that okay? Don't leave me hanging..." I didn't know what to say, but I was rescued by the bartender who interrupted us by informing us that the gentlemen across the bar wanted to buy us drinks.
I looked at "Mr. P" and I looked at the bartender and I said "no". "Mr. P" looked at me and said, "why". I had to come clean about this whole situation.
I proceeded to tell "Mr. P" that I had just stopped seeing "40 Year Old" a couple weeks ago and that this was an extremely awkward situation for me. I knew the only way out of this was to tell him the whole truth!
"Mr. P" handled it better than I could have ever expected. He said, "Jane, it would be rude for us to refuse his offer. We can accept a drink, but we don't have to finish it, and we can leave at any time and go to another bar if that would make you feel more comfortable." I told him that would be wonderful and that is exactly what we did!
"Mr. P" and I talked and talked and talked. This was turning into a fantastic date. I liked how this cat operated. As we walked from his car to the next club, he stopped me on the sidewalk and kissed me. It was great! We walked into the club, the bouncers waived us in (apparently they knew Mr. P). The bartenders gave us free drinks (apparently they knew Mr. P). The waitresses gave him hugs (apparently they knew Mr. P). "Mr. P" knew everyone!
In fact, it was such a small world... earlier in the night "Mr. P" mentioned that he used to hang out at a bar that I used to frequent... O' Sweeny's. I knew a bunch of the staff and asked him if he knew any of them. He just happened to know my my friend Lori. What a coincidence!
"Mr. P" ran into a client of his at the club. He politely excused himself for a few minutes to speak with him alone. I told him to go right ahead. While "Mr. P" spoke to his client. I called my friend "Bridget" on my cell and told her that "Mr. P" knew our friend Lori from O' Sweeny's. But, my conversation was cut short, because "Mr. P" quickly returned.
"Mr. P" changed the focus of the date. He became very serious and told me that he liked me; that he wanted to see me again; and that he wasn't the type of guy that played games. He was looking for someone that was up front and honest. Then he dropped the bomb: "Jane, I just want to be straight with you. I have a child, I used to be married and I'm very untrusting right now, because my ex-wife cheated on me."
(Wow, that was a lot for me to take in all at once.) He waited for a reaction from me, but didn't get one. I didn't know what to say, so he said, "I thought you knew this about me when you agreed to go out with me. I figured you had heard it through the grape vine. But, it became apparent to me as our date went we talked throughout the night I realized you didn't know this." I looked at him and said, "Mr. P, I don't know anything about your past. Nor have I ever heard anything about you before. This is all new to me."
"Mr. P" starred into my eyes and began to tell me that his child was the most important thing in his life. He told me that he wanted to date me, but that if I had a problem with him having a child, then he couldn't date me. He wanted to know right now whether I had a problem with it.
Hesitation came over me. I thought to myself, I don't know if I have a problem with dating a man with a child. I haven't given it much thought before now. I starred into his eyes and said, "I need to process all this information, because you just laid a shitload (Yes, I actually said shitload) of stuff on me. I need to think about this before I give you an answer. "
Then I told him, "I like you you, but I have some loose ends to tie up with "40 Year Old". There is some unfinished business there, and I don't want to be unfair to you."
He seemed rather panicked by my response. I didn't understand why. I thought to myself... I had given him a very thoughtful and honest answer. But, it didn't seem to sit right with him.
Soon after, we left the bar and said goodnight. It was getting late and I had to work the next day. He kept saying, "I had a great date, but you're not going to call me back, I know you aren't going to call." I told him to stop being ridiculous and that I just wanted to think about it first and that I'd call him in the morning.
As I drove away, I called "40 Year Old". He picked up the phone and started laughing. I told him he was an ass. He responded innocently but full of sarcasm, "But Jane, what did I do wrong?" I told him the least he could have done is ignored that he saw me and gone home. He said he couldn't resist. "40 Year Old" asked me all about the date. He told me that "Mr. P" seemed really cool and he wondered if we were going out again. I responded, "Yeah, but he has a kid, so I'm debating whether I want to get involved with that". "40 Year Old" agreed and then our real conversation began.
I said, "Listen, we both know that if you were really interested in anything serious with me, then you would date me exclusively. You're 40 years old! If you don't know what you want now, you will never know and I'm not going to sit around waiting for you to decide. We need to stop talking about dating altogether and just be done with this, especially if we want to have any chance at being friends."
"40 Year Old" said, "Jane, I never promised you anything. You know there's a good chance I'm moving away (this is crazy, b/c he was always trying to convince me that there was a good chance he was staying). Even if you were the perfect woman, I still wouldn't want to be exclusive. That just isn't where I'm at at this point." I told him that was all I needed to hear and we said goodnight. I had just tied up my loose ends...
Now here is where the story really begins...
As soon as I hung up with "40 Year Old", my good friend "Bridget" called me. She said, "Are you done with your date? Are you at home?" I told her, "yeah, what is going on?"
She began to tell me how after I called her at the club, she called our friend Lori from O'Sweenys. Lori it ends up is really good friends with "Mr. P's" brother. "Bridget" told Lori that I was on a date with "Mr. P". Lori told "Bridget" to call me back immediately, because "Mr. P" was married. And, not only was he married... he was still married and living with his wife and child. They are one of those screwed up couples that cheat on each other all the time!
"Bridget" asked me if I was okay. I told her I was fine. She told me to call her if I needed to cry. I told her I was fine and I hung up the phone. I began to cry. It was an angry cry. I was angry at "40 Year Old". I was angry at "Mr. P". I was angry at "Creepy John". I was angry at myself.
I called "Bridget" back. I guess I didn't feel like crying alone.
Needless to say, I woke up the next day with puffy eyes. And, in case there was any doubt. I did not call "Mr. P" back!
Friday, April 29, 2005
Thursday, April 28, 2005
A Note On Personal Safety
For those of you that may have had some concerns (Austin HP and Bdette). Rest assured, I will be driving myself tonight :)
Midday Status Update
8:50 a.m., "40 Year Old" calls me to discuss potential terms of "exclusive" dating relationship, and to see how my sister-in-law is doing (she's in the hospital)... It was nice of him to ask. No agreement was struck, but some additional terms were discussed.
9:30 a.m., Checked my email at work, "Eugenio" emailed me. I hadn't emailed him since late last week. He dropped me a quick note saying "hello" and wishing me a nice week. I have to email him back today after work. I'm so busy today!
12:15 p.m., "Mr. Personality" calls me at my office. I wasn't even sure who he was at first, but I quickly figured it out. I asked him if I could call him back in a few minutes... which I did on my lunch. We're meeting tonight for drinks at 8:30 p.m.
For those of you who don't know me and are simply following my blog for entertainment purposes... I normally DO NOT normally have this many dates in such a short amount of time. I honestly don't know why this is all happening at the same time. It must be the warmer weather or something. But I have to say, coordinating schedules and remembering names is getting more and more difficult.
9:30 a.m., Checked my email at work, "Eugenio" emailed me. I hadn't emailed him since late last week. He dropped me a quick note saying "hello" and wishing me a nice week. I have to email him back today after work. I'm so busy today!
12:15 p.m., "Mr. Personality" calls me at my office. I wasn't even sure who he was at first, but I quickly figured it out. I asked him if I could call him back in a few minutes... which I did on my lunch. We're meeting tonight for drinks at 8:30 p.m.
For those of you who don't know me and are simply following my blog for entertainment purposes... I normally DO NOT normally have this many dates in such a short amount of time. I honestly don't know why this is all happening at the same time. It must be the warmer weather or something. But I have to say, coordinating schedules and remembering names is getting more and more difficult.
Wednesday, April 27, 2005
Another failed attempt by "Creepy John" and the Airport Rendezvous
True to his word (again), "Creepy John" called. And, true to form... I let his call click over into voicemail. I've decided that the solution to this situation is "inaction". I'm going to ignore his calls and just hope he goes away. I know most of you reading are going to yell at me for avoiding confrontation, but I just want to forget that date ever happened.
I picked up the "40 Year Old" from the airport. After he jumped in the car and wrapped up his cell phone conversation. We immediately jumped into conversation. He was a little panicked and slightly distracted from the conversation... because I was driving, talking and listening to him all at the same time. Those are three activities that I have never been able to do simultaneously. (Actually, I can't even do any two of those activities simultaneously without being a hazzard on the roadways.) Once he calmed down and we figured out where we were going, he told me all about his job interview (which went extremely well) and we drove to a restaurant in town. It was great to see him and he seemed genuinely happy to see me. We had dinner, but I made our waitress split the bill. We caught up on the past week. It seemed like it had been much longer since we last saw each other. He kept prying about my weekend wanting to know what I had been up to. I finally told him I had a date... and a bad one at that. After I spilled the beans on "Creepy John", he told me it was my own fault, because I broke the "drive yourself rule".
Regardless, we started talking about the two of us dating. He held his non-committment stance and I held my exclusivity stance. We argued about what the definitions of each were. This conversation went on for a long time. We agreed that we both wanted to date each other, but neither of us were willing to budge on our terms. So after an intense conversation, we were at the same place as we where a week ago. We aren't dating, but we are going to try and be friends.
(My most vocal critics/friends have already made their opinions known on this issue... Hermosa Beach... hold your tongue and your blog comments. I already know what you're going to say! :)
I picked up the "40 Year Old" from the airport. After he jumped in the car and wrapped up his cell phone conversation. We immediately jumped into conversation. He was a little panicked and slightly distracted from the conversation... because I was driving, talking and listening to him all at the same time. Those are three activities that I have never been able to do simultaneously. (Actually, I can't even do any two of those activities simultaneously without being a hazzard on the roadways.) Once he calmed down and we figured out where we were going, he told me all about his job interview (which went extremely well) and we drove to a restaurant in town. It was great to see him and he seemed genuinely happy to see me. We had dinner, but I made our waitress split the bill. We caught up on the past week. It seemed like it had been much longer since we last saw each other. He kept prying about my weekend wanting to know what I had been up to. I finally told him I had a date... and a bad one at that. After I spilled the beans on "Creepy John", he told me it was my own fault, because I broke the "drive yourself rule".
Regardless, we started talking about the two of us dating. He held his non-committment stance and I held my exclusivity stance. We argued about what the definitions of each were. This conversation went on for a long time. We agreed that we both wanted to date each other, but neither of us were willing to budge on our terms. So after an intense conversation, we were at the same place as we where a week ago. We aren't dating, but we are going to try and be friends.
(My most vocal critics/friends have already made their opinions known on this issue... Hermosa Beach... hold your tongue and your blog comments. I already know what you're going to say! :)
Monday, April 25, 2005
Voicemail and Email... the delight of delayed and calculated communications...
I received two voicemails and one email yesterday evening.
The "40 Year Old" was responsible for one of the voicemails and the email. He wanted to know if I could possibly pick him up from the airport tomorrow and then meet him for coffee.
I evaluated the situation and decided that I didn't want to seem too anxious. So, I emailed him back and told him that I would have to check my schedule, but that I would get back to him tomorrow. I called him the next morning to tell him that I could pick him up. Honestly, I do want to see him, I miss hanging out with him.
Okay, and now for the second voicemail. (I'm so glad I missed this call.) It was "Creepy John". I was surprised he called. He seemed to think everything was fine. His message, "Hey Jane, I was just calling to see how you were doing. Give me a call back. I'll be up until 11:00 p.m. Otherwise, I'll just talk to you tomorrow."
I don't think so! I'm not exactly sure how I'm going to deal with this. The options: Tell him the truth, because I honestly think he doesn't think anything is wrong; Lie to him, and tell him some story about getting back together with an ex-boyfriend (that one has saved me a few times); or Ignore him and hope he goes away.
For a single gal, voicemail is like having your parents there to screen your calls. Telling the boy on the other end that you're at your friend's house or that you are sleeping and can't take calls. It's great!
The "40 Year Old" was responsible for one of the voicemails and the email. He wanted to know if I could possibly pick him up from the airport tomorrow and then meet him for coffee.
I evaluated the situation and decided that I didn't want to seem too anxious. So, I emailed him back and told him that I would have to check my schedule, but that I would get back to him tomorrow. I called him the next morning to tell him that I could pick him up. Honestly, I do want to see him, I miss hanging out with him.
Okay, and now for the second voicemail. (I'm so glad I missed this call.) It was "Creepy John". I was surprised he called. He seemed to think everything was fine. His message, "Hey Jane, I was just calling to see how you were doing. Give me a call back. I'll be up until 11:00 p.m. Otherwise, I'll just talk to you tomorrow."
I don't think so! I'm not exactly sure how I'm going to deal with this. The options: Tell him the truth, because I honestly think he doesn't think anything is wrong; Lie to him, and tell him some story about getting back together with an ex-boyfriend (that one has saved me a few times); or Ignore him and hope he goes away.
For a single gal, voicemail is like having your parents there to screen your calls. Telling the boy on the other end that you're at your friend's house or that you are sleeping and can't take calls. It's great!
Sunday, April 24, 2005
"Creepy John" and the date that went bad
True to his word, "John" called on Saturday and asked me out for dinner that night. I didn't have any plans and I said "sure"... First mistake of the night. He offered to pick me up at my place and I said "sure"... Second mistake of the night.
Things started off just fine. We went to a new cafe not far from his place. We ordered drinks and dinner. I wasn't paying a ton of attention to how much he was drinking, because we were having a good conversation. We had a lot to talk about and we got along well. I was much more impressed with him at this meeting than I was when I initially met him a few days earlier. He seemed like a really nice guy, so when he invited me to see his house (down the street), I didn't have any hesitations... Third mistake of the night.
We arrived at his place. It was nice. He offered me another drink, and we both had a beer (note: this was my second and last drink of the night... it was his 4th and definately not his last). John had an incredible collection of books at his house. We talked for hours about books that we've read, which authors we liked and which books we both wanted to read. We talked about our family backgrounds a little and then he started to ask the prying questions... questions about past boyfriends and relationships. Why did he have to go there.
I was up front and told him that I had actually just stopped seeing someone ("the 40 Year Old") earlier this week. He wanted to know details. So, I told him. This is when things started to get weird.
He kept offering to get me another drink. I told him no, but he poured me another anyway. I never touched it, but I did notice that he had a few more drinks. The more he drank the more he kept nagging me to sit down on the couch next to him. I finally sat down and he started getting cuddly with me, putting his arm around me and such. He kept talking about my past relationships and saying things like, "Oh, that must really have hurt you ". "Are you okay?" "Do you think it will be hard to get over him?"
I told him I would be just fine and it wasn't that big of a deal, as I tried to scoot away from him. But, he scooted closer.
He finally came right out and said (I swear these are his exact words), "come on just give me a kiss, just give me a kiss." Honestly, I didn't really know what I was hearing and I wasn't sure what happened next, but he put his hand on my chin, turned me face and started mauling my face with his lips. I couldn't keep up. I wasn't sure what was going on. But I knew one thing for sure... This guy was 39 years old an a terrible kisser!
I didn't want to hurt his feelings and I didn't know how to tell him I wasn't enjoying this at all, but he afforded me the perfect opportunity. He grabbed my leg and kept pulling it on top of his and pulling me closer to him. I pulled away and said, "I don't know if you heard what I said a few minutes ago, but I just stopped seeing someone on Monday. You're moving way too fast and I don't even know you!"
I tried to wrap up the night. Told him it was time for me to head back. I was mad at myself... why did I agree to let him pick me up. I broke my own rule. Always drive yourself to a first date... so you can leave at anytime!
He seemed like he was okay with me wanting to leave. He thanked me for a great evening told me he wanted to see me again. I told him "sure", even though I never plan on talking to him again. At that point I still had to be nice to him, because I needed a ride home.
Then the final straw came. He leaned in for a goodnight kiss and smothered me again. He grabbed my hand to hold it (which completely weirded me out, because handholding is reserved for serious relationships only). However, it was ridiculous for me to worry about the hand holding, because he quickly lost interest in my hand and went for my breast.
It was a direct attack! I grabbed his hand pulled it off and walked away. I told him, "I definately don't know you that well, I want to go home now!" He laughed and said, "well how else am I supposed to get to know you better?" It was at that point that I realized how much this guy had to drink.
I walked to the kitchen and grabbed my purse. Then he said, "Do you see all the liquor I pulled out for you? You're really hard to get drunk." What an idiot, who says that?
I walked out the front door and he drove me home. Worst date of my life? Maybe, but my life isn't over yet!
Things started off just fine. We went to a new cafe not far from his place. We ordered drinks and dinner. I wasn't paying a ton of attention to how much he was drinking, because we were having a good conversation. We had a lot to talk about and we got along well. I was much more impressed with him at this meeting than I was when I initially met him a few days earlier. He seemed like a really nice guy, so when he invited me to see his house (down the street), I didn't have any hesitations... Third mistake of the night.
We arrived at his place. It was nice. He offered me another drink, and we both had a beer (note: this was my second and last drink of the night... it was his 4th and definately not his last). John had an incredible collection of books at his house. We talked for hours about books that we've read, which authors we liked and which books we both wanted to read. We talked about our family backgrounds a little and then he started to ask the prying questions... questions about past boyfriends and relationships. Why did he have to go there.
I was up front and told him that I had actually just stopped seeing someone ("the 40 Year Old") earlier this week. He wanted to know details. So, I told him. This is when things started to get weird.
He kept offering to get me another drink. I told him no, but he poured me another anyway. I never touched it, but I did notice that he had a few more drinks. The more he drank the more he kept nagging me to sit down on the couch next to him. I finally sat down and he started getting cuddly with me, putting his arm around me and such. He kept talking about my past relationships and saying things like, "Oh, that must really have hurt you ". "Are you okay?" "Do you think it will be hard to get over him?"
I told him I would be just fine and it wasn't that big of a deal, as I tried to scoot away from him. But, he scooted closer.
He finally came right out and said (I swear these are his exact words), "come on just give me a kiss, just give me a kiss." Honestly, I didn't really know what I was hearing and I wasn't sure what happened next, but he put his hand on my chin, turned me face and started mauling my face with his lips. I couldn't keep up. I wasn't sure what was going on. But I knew one thing for sure... This guy was 39 years old an a terrible kisser!
I didn't want to hurt his feelings and I didn't know how to tell him I wasn't enjoying this at all, but he afforded me the perfect opportunity. He grabbed my leg and kept pulling it on top of his and pulling me closer to him. I pulled away and said, "I don't know if you heard what I said a few minutes ago, but I just stopped seeing someone on Monday. You're moving way too fast and I don't even know you!"
I tried to wrap up the night. Told him it was time for me to head back. I was mad at myself... why did I agree to let him pick me up. I broke my own rule. Always drive yourself to a first date... so you can leave at anytime!
He seemed like he was okay with me wanting to leave. He thanked me for a great evening told me he wanted to see me again. I told him "sure", even though I never plan on talking to him again. At that point I still had to be nice to him, because I needed a ride home.
Then the final straw came. He leaned in for a goodnight kiss and smothered me again. He grabbed my hand to hold it (which completely weirded me out, because handholding is reserved for serious relationships only). However, it was ridiculous for me to worry about the hand holding, because he quickly lost interest in my hand and went for my breast.
It was a direct attack! I grabbed his hand pulled it off and walked away. I told him, "I definately don't know you that well, I want to go home now!" He laughed and said, "well how else am I supposed to get to know you better?" It was at that point that I realized how much this guy had to drink.
I walked to the kitchen and grabbed my purse. Then he said, "Do you see all the liquor I pulled out for you? You're really hard to get drunk." What an idiot, who says that?
I walked out the front door and he drove me home. Worst date of my life? Maybe, but my life isn't over yet!
Update with "40 Year Old"
I received a phone call on Friday night from the "40 Year Old". I missed the call because I was working, but he left a voicemail.
On it he said, "Hey, hope everything is going well. Sorry I've been missing in action on email the past few days. Things have been really busy for me. The shit hit the fan this week. I'm heading out for a beer with a friend of mine (a friend of his who I've hung out with before) and wondered if you wanted to join us. Give me a call if you want to meet up."
I didn't get his voicemail until 10:00 p.m. I was somewhat relieved that I got the message too late and didn't have to make a decision either way. I called him back the next morning around 11:00 a.m. and left a voicemail. I thanked him for the invite, but told him I got out of work too late. Then I said, give me a call later if you want.
I went back and forth in my mind whether I should have called him back or just ignored the call. I don't know if I made the right choice. Regardless, I haven't heard back from him yet.
On it he said, "Hey, hope everything is going well. Sorry I've been missing in action on email the past few days. Things have been really busy for me. The shit hit the fan this week. I'm heading out for a beer with a friend of mine (a friend of his who I've hung out with before) and wondered if you wanted to join us. Give me a call if you want to meet up."
I didn't get his voicemail until 10:00 p.m. I was somewhat relieved that I got the message too late and didn't have to make a decision either way. I called him back the next morning around 11:00 a.m. and left a voicemail. I thanked him for the invite, but told him I got out of work too late. Then I said, give me a call later if you want.
I went back and forth in my mind whether I should have called him back or just ignored the call. I don't know if I made the right choice. Regardless, I haven't heard back from him yet.
Saturday, April 23, 2005
Dating and Professional Associations
The event: A spring social for young/new professionals in my field. The location: A trendy new restaurant in the downtown. The crowd: a fun mix of friends, collegues and strangers. We all essentially have the same job and that gives us an excuse to drink and socialize.
At this event, business cards and phone numbers are traded and passed around like Pokemon cards on a playground. A large group of us were on the patio ordering food and making introductions. A guy approached me and introduced himself as "Darin", he gave me his card and said, "I hope this doesn't sound weird, but I would really like to introduce you to my friend over there across the table. He doesn't know I'm doing this, but I think you two should meet". I told him that was fine and we walked over to the other side. Darin introduced me to "John". John was nice enough, but seemed a little old. I estimated about 35 (later I read his profile on his company's website and my estimate is now up to 38/39. We talked for a few minutes, the conversation was pretty neutral and ordinary.
Then "Mr. Personality" showed up. He was loud, the center of attention and a little over the top. But, he kept standing next to me and inviting everyone to an upscale restaurant down the street. The friend that I had drove to the event with interrupted my conversation with John and introduced me to Mr. Personality. He told us that if we left this place and met him at the other restaurant in 20 minutes... dinner was on him. We closed our tab. I'm not one to pass up a free dinner.
John was sitting right next to me watching the entire interaction unfold. To his credit, he picked up the pace, asked for my card and asked me out. I said sure (He's calling me this weekend).
Needless to say, my friend and I met Mr. Personality at the other restaurant. I had some killer chocolate cake. Mr. Personality came off his caffeine high and ended up being rather sweet. My friend sat inbetween us. He leaned over and told my friend that he liked me (but he said it loud enough for me to hear it). It was starting to get late, so I thanked him for dinner and we agreed to go out sometime. Who knows when that will be. We'll see if he calls. I think I gave him my number... I can't remember.
At this event, business cards and phone numbers are traded and passed around like Pokemon cards on a playground. A large group of us were on the patio ordering food and making introductions. A guy approached me and introduced himself as "Darin", he gave me his card and said, "I hope this doesn't sound weird, but I would really like to introduce you to my friend over there across the table. He doesn't know I'm doing this, but I think you two should meet". I told him that was fine and we walked over to the other side. Darin introduced me to "John". John was nice enough, but seemed a little old. I estimated about 35 (later I read his profile on his company's website and my estimate is now up to 38/39. We talked for a few minutes, the conversation was pretty neutral and ordinary.
Then "Mr. Personality" showed up. He was loud, the center of attention and a little over the top. But, he kept standing next to me and inviting everyone to an upscale restaurant down the street. The friend that I had drove to the event with interrupted my conversation with John and introduced me to Mr. Personality. He told us that if we left this place and met him at the other restaurant in 20 minutes... dinner was on him. We closed our tab. I'm not one to pass up a free dinner.
John was sitting right next to me watching the entire interaction unfold. To his credit, he picked up the pace, asked for my card and asked me out. I said sure (He's calling me this weekend).
Needless to say, my friend and I met Mr. Personality at the other restaurant. I had some killer chocolate cake. Mr. Personality came off his caffeine high and ended up being rather sweet. My friend sat inbetween us. He leaned over and told my friend that he liked me (but he said it loud enough for me to hear it). It was starting to get late, so I thanked him for dinner and we agreed to go out sometime. Who knows when that will be. We'll see if he calls. I think I gave him my number... I can't remember.
Friday, April 22, 2005
The Story Begins...
This story begins with me 4 days after ending a dating relationship with a 40 year old man. Yes, I dated a 40 year old... Almost everyone reading my blog knows the story of why and how that ended, so I won't elaborate.
Here is the current status of my dating adventures:
I was asked out by "Eugenio" on two separate occassions while I was working at my part time retail job. I've had a few offers from customers before, but they really creeped me out and I never considered them. Eugenio was extremely polite, not pushy, straight forward and just seemed like a credible guy overall. His pick up line (which worked quite effectively), "Jane, you seem like a really nice girl. I would like to take you to dinner sometime. Here is my card, call me if you're interested." I never called him, but three weeks later I ran into him again at the store (He isn't stalking me, he just moved into a new condo and has a lot of stuff to buy for it). Anyway, he didn't make me feel bad about not calling. I felt like I owed him an explanation as to why I didn't call. So I told him the truth, that the reason I hadn't called was because I had started dating someone else (aka the 40 year old player). He said that was fine, and that I should email him sometime because, "email is harmless enough".
So, 2 days after I ended it with the 40 year old, I emailed Eugenio and we've been emailing back and forth. He's pretty cool. I don't know if anything romantic will result from it all, but at the very least he seems to be a person that is worth getting to know better.
Here is the current status of my dating adventures:
I was asked out by "Eugenio" on two separate occassions while I was working at my part time retail job. I've had a few offers from customers before, but they really creeped me out and I never considered them. Eugenio was extremely polite, not pushy, straight forward and just seemed like a credible guy overall. His pick up line (which worked quite effectively), "Jane, you seem like a really nice girl. I would like to take you to dinner sometime. Here is my card, call me if you're interested." I never called him, but three weeks later I ran into him again at the store (He isn't stalking me, he just moved into a new condo and has a lot of stuff to buy for it). Anyway, he didn't make me feel bad about not calling. I felt like I owed him an explanation as to why I didn't call. So I told him the truth, that the reason I hadn't called was because I had started dating someone else (aka the 40 year old player). He said that was fine, and that I should email him sometime because, "email is harmless enough".
So, 2 days after I ended it with the 40 year old, I emailed Eugenio and we've been emailing back and forth. He's pretty cool. I don't know if anything romantic will result from it all, but at the very least he seems to be a person that is worth getting to know better.
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