In my attempt to try and do things different, shake things up, I decided to talk to a guy from Oklahoma. We texted for about a week or so and in a very impromptu move, I drove an hour to Winstar Casino to meet him. This was me being daring, fun, and free! And as all my dates seem to, you can imagine how it ended...Here is a brief synopsis of the evening.
To start, his phone died. I had no way of contacting him. He just said to meet in front of the hotel. Um, OK. For those who have never been to Winstar, its HUGE. Halfway there I began to realize that I may have made a mistake.
I couldn't find him for 20 minutes. I looked in the front of the casino, both entrances, and the hotel lobby. Little did I know that I had passed him twice and didn't realize it was him. That would probably be because his profile picture is from his college days. Look, I am all for putting your best picture out there. In fact, my pic is an old one. You know, from a YEAR ago. Not 15-20 years ago. UPDATE!! It is so unfair to have to go on a date with a completely different picture.
So, we finally meet up and he is done gambling. So that just left me to gamble by myself while he watched. Very awkward.
The night ended with us getting slices of pizza and me being so tired that all I wanted to do was go home.
We hugged and then left each other. We texted the next day, but I haven't answered his last text because...well...I don't really want to.
He was a nice guy but there were no sparks. And let's face it, sparks are what's going to get you the second date.
Very big shout out to my friend that called me every hour to make sure I was alright, my family who despite thinking I was crazy let me go anyways, and my bestie that made me give her his match profile name along with a full description that she could give to the police just in case.
Another date down the tubes, but a lesson learned...make him come to you!
Tuesday, July 17, 2012
Saturday, July 7, 2012
My attempt to be normal....
So I decided to take a break from my perpetual singledom and actually date a guy. He was very nice, and sweet and totally not my type. But hey, the saying goes, if your type ain't workin' for ya... My very sweet friend decided to set me up with him. After many thwarted attempts we finally met up and had drinks. It was fun. We continued to see each other for about 3 months. We were finally getting into a groove. Well, I was. Let's examine all the things that went wrong.
1. He "hated" using the phone. Really? It's a source of communication. He rarely texted me, and forget about him actually calling me. He didn't like the phone at all. I excused the fact that I wouldn't hear from him for 4 or 5 days in a row because I thought that maybe that was a real thing. Looking back now I realize that he was on his phone quite often when we went out.
2. We never really hung out. We met for drinks and that was about it. He never really took me out on a proper date. I never said anything so that I would appear to be laid back and super cool. Talk about a backfire!
3. He hated everything. He was a self-proclaimed grump and he was very true to his word. Nothing was to his liking. His drink wasn't made right, traffic was awful, everyone at work is so stupid...
After 3 months of dating he just stopped calling. Nothing, nada., zilch. It's been over a month and I still have no idea what happened to him. My family asks what happened because it just doesn't make sense to them and I can't really say. The truth of the matter is that I wasn't very sad that I didn't hear from him. I never called him either (once again my attempt to be super cool and laid back...).
I did learn a lot from him though.
1. It is OK to expect a phone call from a guy. If he hates using the phone, then that's fine, but he should still WANT to call--not just text.
2. I want a date. A real date. A "only in the movies" kind of date. In my attempt to appear so laid back I never actually said that I wanted more.
3. Moodiness is NOT a turn on for me. I like my men to be strong and be able to handle his emotions. Leave the moodiness to me.
So it's time to start over. Here's to the next guy!
1. He "hated" using the phone. Really? It's a source of communication. He rarely texted me, and forget about him actually calling me. He didn't like the phone at all. I excused the fact that I wouldn't hear from him for 4 or 5 days in a row because I thought that maybe that was a real thing. Looking back now I realize that he was on his phone quite often when we went out.
2. We never really hung out. We met for drinks and that was about it. He never really took me out on a proper date. I never said anything so that I would appear to be laid back and super cool. Talk about a backfire!
3. He hated everything. He was a self-proclaimed grump and he was very true to his word. Nothing was to his liking. His drink wasn't made right, traffic was awful, everyone at work is so stupid...
After 3 months of dating he just stopped calling. Nothing, nada., zilch. It's been over a month and I still have no idea what happened to him. My family asks what happened because it just doesn't make sense to them and I can't really say. The truth of the matter is that I wasn't very sad that I didn't hear from him. I never called him either (once again my attempt to be super cool and laid back...).
I did learn a lot from him though.
1. It is OK to expect a phone call from a guy. If he hates using the phone, then that's fine, but he should still WANT to call--not just text.
2. I want a date. A real date. A "only in the movies" kind of date. In my attempt to appear so laid back I never actually said that I wanted more.
3. Moodiness is NOT a turn on for me. I like my men to be strong and be able to handle his emotions. Leave the moodiness to me.
So it's time to start over. Here's to the next guy!
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