Last week, I got a message on OkC from a guy who complimented my music tastes. I dub him Music Hipster because he looks Hipster'ish and is a bit of a music snob. Anyway, I replied to his message, we discovered we both liked playing Words with Friends, so he challenged me a game, and we sort of got to know each other via the chat feature on there. Then, we exchanged phone numbers and texted, too.
We finally went on our date last night and it could have gone really, really well but I totally messed up. I was rough around the edges and quite abrasive. (I cursed too much and some of the stories I told were probably inappropriate and I couldn’t seem to stop calling him Dude.) Every blue moon, I’m like this on a date if I peg someone a certain way and I think they can handle it. (Basically, if I feel too familiar too soon.) Anyway, about ¾ into our date, it dawned on me he was actually quite wholesom and sweet and therefore was NOT that way and was NOT able to handle it (i.e., didn’t like it/was turned off by it) but I didn’t know how to undo the damage I had done so it sort of continued but to a lesser degree. Anyway, too bad. He’s really cute, very cool and mellow, and incredibly, incredibly sweet. We met at a saloon dive bar, and played Scrabble (I won), we played Sports Trivial Pursuit (I won), and we played 2 hands of Rummy (I won), so it was a really fun, atypical date. He paid for everything, even though I insisted on getting half. He walked me to my car and gave me a really warm hug and spoke or getting together again, but I'm doubtful he'll follow through.
Thankfully, I have a great date lined up tonight with Latin Lawyer (who is far, far ahead of the pack) so I’ll wallow about Music Hipster later. I suggested meeting at the bar where we plan to play trivia (God, I have a soft spot for nerds) but he countered with an offer to pick me up. I have the rest of the morning and all of this afternoon and part of the evening till he pulls up in my driveway to decide if I'll invite him in at the end of the night or not. Decisions, decisions.
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Tuesday, January 10
Thursday, January 5
A pleasant surprise
I tried to cancel my date because I had a persistent case of laryngitis and Latin Lawyer said he'd lean close to here my whispers. I mean, with an offer like that, how could I refuse!?
He ended up being such a pleasant surprise. I mean, I never went into it thinking he wasn't a complete winner--I did. From his profile and our emails, it was clear he was smart and charming. But, in person, he's also sweet and polite and idealistic in a way that kind of melted me. And he smelled wonderful. I'm such a sucker for a man who smells nice.
We met at a bar, shared a huge plate of nachos, and got to know each other over a few drinks. Then he suggested we hop in his car, so he could drive us to the movie theater nearby. It was one of those eat while you watch campy movies places, and we had such a good time! During the previews, we took turns ribbing each other saying, "Oh we should totally see that!" And the movie was hysterical. Afterwards, he drove me back to my car.
Throughout the night, I detected a few "he's interested" vibes. Mainly, he touched my arm every so often. The way his body leaned into mine. Also, I caught him looking down my shirt when he thought I wasn't looking. Ha!
Right before I got out of his car, I don't know if it was too much wine or the fact that he surpassed my expectations but I went for it and leaned in for a kiss. And it felt so nice and he was so receptive, I went in for another one. We made tentative plans to get together again next week, and I hope he doesn't flake because I really like him.
Monday, January 2
Disaster averted
It has been years since I was properly laid. Years and years and years. FWB, who ended up not being FWB material at all, wasn't very good. Hot Frat Boy was decent our first night but lost his mojo the second. I think my need to get properly laid made me really weak and I ended up contemplating something I never thought I would. Basically, a married man contacted me on OkC and made me an offer I almost couldn't refuse.
He said something along the lines of "Hey, I'm married with kids but my wife and I aren't compatible in the bedroom anymore. I think you're gorgeous and I'm hot, well hung, and skilled. So, why don't you and I get together once or twice a month and fuck each other's brains out?"
Normally, I would say, "You're married? Uh, fuck off, pal."
But, like I said. I was feeling weak, so I said, "Well, how skilled are you?"
I know, it was awful. We talked on the phone a few times and he's definitely an alpha male, and something tells me he'd take charge wonderfully in the bedroom. Thankfully, I came to my sense today and he and I are no longer contemplating things. My mom can be proud of me once more. But God, what does it take to get good and fucked in this goddamn town?!?
In tamer news: if I get my voice back tomorrow (long story), I have a date with Latin Lawyer. Confession: I wrote to him first but he usurped the lead nicely and I'm looking forward to meeting him.
He said something along the lines of "Hey, I'm married with kids but my wife and I aren't compatible in the bedroom anymore. I think you're gorgeous and I'm hot, well hung, and skilled. So, why don't you and I get together once or twice a month and fuck each other's brains out?"
Normally, I would say, "You're married? Uh, fuck off, pal."
But, like I said. I was feeling weak, so I said, "Well, how skilled are you?"
I know, it was awful. We talked on the phone a few times and he's definitely an alpha male, and something tells me he'd take charge wonderfully in the bedroom. Thankfully, I came to my sense today and he and I are no longer contemplating things. My mom can be proud of me once more. But God, what does it take to get good and fucked in this goddamn town?!?
In tamer news: if I get my voice back tomorrow (long story), I have a date with Latin Lawyer. Confession: I wrote to him first but he usurped the lead nicely and I'm looking forward to meeting him.
Saturday, December 31
Too much, too soon
I think it was a case of too much, too soon with Hot Frat Boy.
A work snafu on Christmas led me to call him from the office around 9p, asking if he could pick me up instead of me driving over. A little domestic for 2 people who barely knew each other, I concede. But, he did and seemed relatively pleasant about it, and brought me back to his place, where we pieced together a rustic gratin, put it in the oven, and then settled in, and watched a few movies while it was baking.
Unfortunately, our vibe was off. He wasn't snuggly like he was the night before, our conversation was awkward and stilted, and when we finally hit the sack, "it" was pretty quick and basic. Blech.
Things didn't improve in the morning, either. He made coffee and we shared some of his grandma's coffee cake, which was nice of him to make/plate up, but I could not wait to get the hell out of Dodge. Since then, no word. But I'm okay with that. Contrary to his name, he's not a bonehead. He's a counselor at the university so he deals with peoples' problems all day long. Couple that with grad classes and managing the building where he lives and he's a busy guy. A busy guy...with walls. Lots and lots of them. Truthfully, I'm too old and too tired to care an iota about breaking any of them down. Life's too short.
In other news:
The Professor keeps emailing me even though I haven't really reached out since our late a few weeks ago. Figures. The ones you don't like are the ones who put forth the most effort.
Music Teacher (he teaches the cello) and I have our 2nd date on Sunday. As for what kind of date it is, he's coming over to my place at 10p and we're planning on sharing a bottle of wine. What can I say, when it rain, it pours.
A work snafu on Christmas led me to call him from the office around 9p, asking if he could pick me up instead of me driving over. A little domestic for 2 people who barely knew each other, I concede. But, he did and seemed relatively pleasant about it, and brought me back to his place, where we pieced together a rustic gratin, put it in the oven, and then settled in, and watched a few movies while it was baking.
Unfortunately, our vibe was off. He wasn't snuggly like he was the night before, our conversation was awkward and stilted, and when we finally hit the sack, "it" was pretty quick and basic. Blech.
Things didn't improve in the morning, either. He made coffee and we shared some of his grandma's coffee cake, which was nice of him to make/plate up, but I could not wait to get the hell out of Dodge. Since then, no word. But I'm okay with that. Contrary to his name, he's not a bonehead. He's a counselor at the university so he deals with peoples' problems all day long. Couple that with grad classes and managing the building where he lives and he's a busy guy. A busy guy...with walls. Lots and lots of them. Truthfully, I'm too old and too tired to care an iota about breaking any of them down. Life's too short.
In other news:
The Professor keeps emailing me even though I haven't really reached out since our late a few weeks ago. Figures. The ones you don't like are the ones who put forth the most effort.
Music Teacher (he teaches the cello) and I have our 2nd date on Sunday. As for what kind of date it is, he's coming over to my place at 10p and we're planning on sharing a bottle of wine. What can I say, when it rain, it pours.
Sunday, December 25
Out of nowhere
I'll close the book on SF by saying he never called yesterday.
After work yesterday, I met up with Hot Frat Boy at a French bar for drinks. It was Christmas Eve and the restaurant part was closed so we just had a few drinks in the bar. Darn. I was in the mood for yummy crepes. Anyway, because I didn't hear anything from him for days after our first date, I arrived for our date with a bit of wariness. He let out a big smile when he saw me and gave me a warm hug, which surprised me. Then, we got comfy in the corner. So, I'm not the most subtle person in the world when I'm peeved and it took less than 10 minutes before I asked him why he never responded to my "I got home safely" text. He claims he replied. Turns out, he wrote out a reply but it didn't send and instead got stored in his drafts! Whew.
We had a great time but drinks on an empty stomach means I'd be sloshed in no time so we got in his car, drove around looking for an open restaurant, found a Thai place that had the yummiest Pad Thai with tamarind sauce and we shared that with a few drinks, and right then and there I knew I had to kiss him and soon. He's the hot, smartass jock in school you always wanted to date...and we were on a date! I knew exactly where I was going to take him after dinner, too. A red-light basement bar with booths where you can make-out like teenagers AND NO ONE CARES. Great minds think alike because the moment we got back to his car, he cut me off mid-sentence with a kiss, which turned into a pretty hot and heavy make-out session. Then, we headed to the red-light bar, drank a bit more, made out obscenely almost the whole time. Afterwards, he drove me to his place where he proceeded to [are you ready for this?] worship my body for hours and hours and hours. OMG.
He drove me to my car this morning. Along the way, he idled while I found a coffee stand (he didn't want any), then he idled while I got money out of the ATM (new tradition: gifting money) and I was really touched by how he seemed not to mind sitting in the car while I ran my little errands. In fact, when I walked back from the coffee stand, I had my coffee on one hand and I got him an iced water in the other and, without any kind of prompting from me, quickly got out and opened my door for me. Aww.
It might be a case of too much too soon, but I'm heading over to his place after work tonight. He doesn't know but I'm bringing over gratin fixings and plan on throwing that in the oven when I get there. We don't have much planned. Just a movie or two. Oh yeah, and some major body worshipping.
After work yesterday, I met up with Hot Frat Boy at a French bar for drinks. It was Christmas Eve and the restaurant part was closed so we just had a few drinks in the bar. Darn. I was in the mood for yummy crepes. Anyway, because I didn't hear anything from him for days after our first date, I arrived for our date with a bit of wariness. He let out a big smile when he saw me and gave me a warm hug, which surprised me. Then, we got comfy in the corner. So, I'm not the most subtle person in the world when I'm peeved and it took less than 10 minutes before I asked him why he never responded to my "I got home safely" text. He claims he replied. Turns out, he wrote out a reply but it didn't send and instead got stored in his drafts! Whew.
We had a great time but drinks on an empty stomach means I'd be sloshed in no time so we got in his car, drove around looking for an open restaurant, found a Thai place that had the yummiest Pad Thai with tamarind sauce and we shared that with a few drinks, and right then and there I knew I had to kiss him and soon. He's the hot, smartass jock in school you always wanted to date...and we were on a date! I knew exactly where I was going to take him after dinner, too. A red-light basement bar with booths where you can make-out like teenagers AND NO ONE CARES. Great minds think alike because the moment we got back to his car, he cut me off mid-sentence with a kiss, which turned into a pretty hot and heavy make-out session. Then, we headed to the red-light bar, drank a bit more, made out obscenely almost the whole time. Afterwards, he drove me to his place where he proceeded to [are you ready for this?] worship my body for hours and hours and hours. OMG.
He drove me to my car this morning. Along the way, he idled while I found a coffee stand (he didn't want any), then he idled while I got money out of the ATM (new tradition: gifting money) and I was really touched by how he seemed not to mind sitting in the car while I ran my little errands. In fact, when I walked back from the coffee stand, I had my coffee on one hand and I got him an iced water in the other and, without any kind of prompting from me, quickly got out and opened my door for me. Aww.
It might be a case of too much too soon, but I'm heading over to his place after work tonight. He doesn't know but I'm bringing over gratin fixings and plan on throwing that in the oven when I get there. We don't have much planned. Just a movie or two. Oh yeah, and some major body worshipping.
Saturday, December 24
Special Forces
So, I can't go on and on about SF. Know why? Because after 50 emails, and him asking me what days I was available and me telling him Friday evening or Monday evening, after him picking jumping on Friday night and then offering to pick me up even though he lives an hour away but it's Christmas so he'd more than likely spend 3 hours if not longer on the road, of further emails and texts of trying to iron out our plans for Friday, after I went through the trouble of researching where to have dinner, and then where to go after dinner (and was quite proud of myself for what I found), and trying to figure out what I was going to wear and then hitting Marshalls and buying a pretty little cardigan to go over my too-springy green floral dress because it had cap sleeves and it's the dead of winter, after getting my nails done (the second time I've EVER had a manicure in my life) and my face waxed, he "postpones" our date at the last second via text with a slew of excuses and a half-hearted "I'll call you tomorrow. Sorry." It's now past 8p and no call. Figures.
But, I'm nothing if not resilient. Not sure if this is a gift or a curse. I got proactive this morning and set up a date with Hot Fat Boy for tonight when I get off work. Turns out, my genius ability to read body language was faulty. He texted me a few days after our first date to ask how I was doing and then asked when we could meet again. Yay! After work tonight, we're meeting for crepes and drink. I loved his little smirk on our first date. I hope to see more of it tonight.
But, I'm nothing if not resilient. Not sure if this is a gift or a curse. I got proactive this morning and set up a date with Hot Fat Boy for tonight when I get off work. Turns out, my genius ability to read body language was faulty. He texted me a few days after our first date to ask how I was doing and then asked when we could meet again. Yay! After work tonight, we're meeting for crepes and drink. I loved his little smirk on our first date. I hope to see more of it tonight.
Thursday, December 22
3 dates, 2 days-1 more on the way
I've been a very, very busy girl.
I uploaded new (see? I'm not fat anymore) pics onto my OkC profile and my inbox have been bursting at the seams. Also, I've been more proactive about actually giving the smart (and hot) ones high ratings so they can decide if they want to write me or not. A few do, most don't.
Saturday at 11a, I had a date with The Professor. Very nice guy but not my type. Short and shaves his head. Every time I test my ‘So what if he’s not tall and hot? He’s smart and funny’ mentality, I get completely and utterly shamed so I’m just going to go with what I like. I mean, I'm kind of shallow. I can deal with that. We got along really well, though, so we might get together again for dinner where I'll more than likely give him the "let's just be friends" line. I hate doing that.
Using OkC's new app feature called "Local" where your location is tracked via your phone's GPS, you can ping or get pinged by people near you with the idea that two people who are in close proximity could be spontaneous and meet up for coffee or a walk or whatever (no, not for sex--well, at least, not for me). I pinged someone I had noticed before, but had no hopes the thing would work, so I continued getting ready and proceeded with my night. Well, guess what? At the party, he pinged me back and we exchanged a few texts and made plans to meet after the Christmas party. Of course, I was dressed to the nines. I mean, black lace dress with peekaboo bustier (The Girls were oozing all over the place) and sky-high stilettos. Music Student gave me the address to an art cafe/bar about 10 minutes away so we met up at midnight, he bought me a drink, and we proceeded to hang out till the bartender turned off all the lights. Very sweet, very gentle. Not sure how long it'll last till that bores me, but so far there are tentative plans for another date.
Sunday evening after work, I met Hot Frat Boy at a dive bar. I gave him high marks for sarcasm, for smelling very nice, for being fit, for being cute. (<--See, how I put that last?) Oh, he also bought us 3 rounds of drinks which was sweet. Great conversation and I thought we really connected. But, something irked at me and I had a hard time placing it till it dawned on me that he might NOT be into me as much as I was into him. Once I latched onto this idea, I started looking for little tells and I think I found a few of them. Too bad, I really liked him.
Tomorrow night, Friday, I have a tentative date with Special Forces (so named because he retired from the Special Forces). I know, his nickname isn't particularly clever but what can you do? He's too interesting to tack on this long-overdue post so he gets the next one all to himself. OMG, wait till you hear about him.
I uploaded new (see? I'm not fat anymore) pics onto my OkC profile and my inbox have been bursting at the seams. Also, I've been more proactive about actually giving the smart (and hot) ones high ratings so they can decide if they want to write me or not. A few do, most don't.
Saturday at 11a, I had a date with The Professor. Very nice guy but not my type. Short and shaves his head. Every time I test my ‘So what if he’s not tall and hot? He’s smart and funny’ mentality, I get completely and utterly shamed so I’m just going to go with what I like. I mean, I'm kind of shallow. I can deal with that. We got along really well, though, so we might get together again for dinner where I'll more than likely give him the "let's just be friends" line. I hate doing that.
Using OkC's new app feature called "Local" where your location is tracked via your phone's GPS, you can ping or get pinged by people near you with the idea that two people who are in close proximity could be spontaneous and meet up for coffee or a walk or whatever (no, not for sex--well, at least, not for me). I pinged someone I had noticed before, but had no hopes the thing would work, so I continued getting ready and proceeded with my night. Well, guess what? At the party, he pinged me back and we exchanged a few texts and made plans to meet after the Christmas party. Of course, I was dressed to the nines. I mean, black lace dress with peekaboo bustier (The Girls were oozing all over the place) and sky-high stilettos. Music Student gave me the address to an art cafe/bar about 10 minutes away so we met up at midnight, he bought me a drink, and we proceeded to hang out till the bartender turned off all the lights. Very sweet, very gentle. Not sure how long it'll last till that bores me, but so far there are tentative plans for another date.
Sunday evening after work, I met Hot Frat Boy at a dive bar. I gave him high marks for sarcasm, for smelling very nice, for being fit, for being cute. (<--See, how I put that last?) Oh, he also bought us 3 rounds of drinks which was sweet. Great conversation and I thought we really connected. But, something irked at me and I had a hard time placing it till it dawned on me that he might NOT be into me as much as I was into him. Once I latched onto this idea, I started looking for little tells and I think I found a few of them. Too bad, I really liked him.
Tomorrow night, Friday, I have a tentative date with Special Forces (so named because he retired from the Special Forces). I know, his nickname isn't particularly clever but what can you do? He's too interesting to tack on this long-overdue post so he gets the next one all to himself. OMG, wait till you hear about him.
Monday, December 5
Foolish games (cont)
ET and I are about halfway through our current game and things are beyond awkward. I know I said this before and I was wrong, but I don't suspect there will be another game request after this one. (If there is, he's a glutton for punishment, pure and simple.) Even though I initiated the last game, he has stated that his main reason for wanting to continue our "friendship" was because he supposedly loved our banter. Since we no longer text or email or talk on the phone, our "banter" is contained just in with our game. And let me tell you, there has been no bantering to speak of because I don't have the heart, the desire, or the slightest inclination to do anything more than play my turn. For his part, I actually think he's trying to foster or maintain...something. Even his "fancy another? :)" has that "See how charming I am? I'm English and I said 'fancy?' Doesn't that just make you swoon" element to it.
On 2nd thought, I suspect he will challenge me to another game because he's about to lose 2 games in a row and ET is highly competitive. I hate myself that I can't just send him a message saying, "Hey, pal. You had your chance and you blew it. Fuck off already and die."
I finally finished my OkC profile (though I've been completely neurotic about tweaking it) and I'm mostly happy with it. But, I need better pics. My sister dabbles in photography and has a camera that's worth more than my car, but she only does posed photographs, and I prefer natural pictures. A good friend of mine is hosting a "honest opinion on your Christmas party and New Year's dress" party tomorrow night, so I plan on having pictures taken. Hopefully, some will turn out nice.
Speaking of OkC, I got a few messages (while my profile was being filled out) and one guy even looked interesting so I'll make time to write him before I leave for Arizona on Wednesday. I also sent a very nice message to a tall, hot guy who professed to be "intelligent with a touch of deviance." My track record for guys writing me back is awful, though, so I'm pretty sure it wasn't time well spent.
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