Ok, ok, ok, I've been a slacker, I'll admit it. June and July were pretty much a wash for me as I geared up for my first 1/2 marathon post injury in Seattle, WA. An amazing run and no injuries! I even saw a few people I knew on the course which makes me realize that this running thing I've stumbled upon is a very cool community to belong in. Feeling good about my performance, I boarded a jet plane back to Phoenix, AZ and ran into a bit of trouble a few days later. Sure no injuries but I apparently got a blood clot from the airplane. Really Karma? Really? You just make me want to run even more now you nerd. Long story short, not much on the dating scene to report until now....
Tall, blonde and handsome *Rick introduced himself (online) and we began to chat back and forth. He seemed to be a great guy, single, employed, all his teeth, basically all requirements I have in terms of what I was looking for. Soon we set up our first date - drinks at a local watering hole and talked for almost 3 hours. It was pretty relaxed...maybe too relaxed? What I found out that evening was that he isn't single, recently separated from his wife. It doesn't stop there, his profile indicated employment as "engineer" but in reality he's a mechanic (ok I'll let that one slide). He also apparently went through gastric bypass surgery and even though some time had gone by he still wasn't used to being what was "normal" for his height/weight proportions because he mentioned it several times awkwardly. I'm no Marilyn Monroe but really, I figured he was nervous so moving on...The reason why he and his wife separated? She didn't like his weight loss. Seemed like a silly reason for ending a marriage but hey, what do I know? Blonde? Not exactly, bald, he was blonde back in the day. He used to run with a wild crowd, an opposite of his big brother's profession as police officer and he's got the tattoos to prove it but overall didn't lead me to believe that was still part of his life. He asked me that night how I thought the date was going, I replied "Pretty good, at least you showed up". Yeah I told him about a few of the times I'd gotten stood up. He apologized on behalf of every man on the planet. Very funny, relaxed, enjoyable guy to be around. For a very big "sharing" first date, it went pretty well. We continued to chat on the phone, via text and email after that.
2nd date came around, dinner at local restaurant where we made friends with the bartender probably because Rick goes there alot? Either way it was a good meal, great conversation and entertainment by the guy at the end of the bar who refused to take his sunglasses off inside. Weird! He said when I got back from my 1/2 marathon he expected that I go with him to the new Cars movie that was getting released. Well shoot, if I have to? :) I agreed and I kinda felt like I might have found a keeper? Then the first red flag, apparently he didn't go home after our date but over to a friends house and he and the friend were detained until late into the night because the friend had a warrant out for his arrest. Ok, he did tell me he used to hang out with a rough crowd....
Even when I was in Seattle for my run, Rick would text and see how I was doing so it was nice to know that its not me, there really are great guys out there. Then...more red flags....
I got a blood clot. And he was going out of town for the following weekend so we made plans to go out on our movie date on the 4th of July. About an hour after he got back into town that day he text me he was wiped out and could we reschedule? Sure, I'm feeling secure so I don't think anything of it. The entire week long we chat and email and text but I noticed he didn't bring up the movie date again. Odd. After 4 weeks of communicating every day, I get a random text message from him to check my email when I got into work. His email:
Good morning,
So i dont know how this all should go down but i want to be honest with you, I have met someone that i have been spending some time with, i would not say we are dating but i dont know. I do plan on seeing her more and dont think its fair to you not to say something. I dont think I am jumping back into a relationship anytime soon.... I just wanted you to know so as not to leave you hanging. I do think your a great person and would like to stay friends and see what happens in the future. ~ Rick
The classic, "I think you're great but I found someone even greater and I choose her over you...but can we still be friends? If it doesn't work out with the girl at least you'll still be my back-up plan". Better believe it when I tell you I wrote a very intelligent, well written response back that will make him think twice about kicking a girl to the curb via email or other written communication. He did try to stay friends with me afterwards but I decided if the girl he is with really is better, its not fair to her to let him keep me in his life, it was after all 2 dates and 4 weeks of talking every day...not really much put into it right? *insert sarcastic tone here lol*
*Rick is not his real name, again, protecting the not so innocent.
Friday, July 29, 2011
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Beauty or the Beast?
What a year 2011 has been (May is almost over?!) and an amazing coincidence has begun to form that oddly doesn't surprise me. In January I ran my first marathon! Its OK, you can be impressed lol It was a challenge to get through the training and reach that finish line and I couldn't have done it alone. Additionally, the physical therapy I had to endure afterwards due to a torn tendon from that grand feat was a challenge that I didn't do alone either. What dawned on me after some self reflection that my dating life and my running career this year has had similar if not parallel ups and downs.
For instance, gearing up for the marathon and subsequent upcoming 1/2 and full later this year there involves all kinds of preparation. Good nutrition, supportive shoes and jogging bra, running schedule (and sticking to it!), fantastic motivation and access to a hot tub. In the dating world the same pretty much applies...order "food" and not pick at a salad, cute shoes and supportive undergarments for the date, schedule and confirm in advance, motivate yourself to be brave for a first date and of course, access to a hot tub.
After how this year has panned out so far, romantically I am bankrupt or pretty much close to it. Not to take this new perspective for granted I decided to come up with a plan of action, a "running schedule" so to speak and decided that the next time a jerkalicious man decided to pull a fast one on me, I was going to be ready. Cue Mr. John W. (his real name) with his debonair crooked smile, fantastic run-your-fingers-through-his-luscious-hair and clear blue eyes as a cherry on top. I will not tell a lie, I got hung up on his gorgeousness before getting to know him. It happens, I'm human, so what?
We exchanged some flirtatious emails back and forth that shaped my ideal of him to be of substance in addition to beauty so I thought it was time to take it to the next level. Dun-dun-dunnnnnnnnn! After calling him I got a strange voicemail greeting "Hi, You've reached Dave with Summit Marketing*. Please leave a message and I'll give you a call back. Thank you and have a good day". I couldn't have misdialed, it was a cell number he'd been texting me from but hey, I'm human--I redialed. Same voicemail which tells me either he gave me an alias or I just caught a weirdo posing as his friend to get him dates and I'm being prescreened (I've seen it happen). John W. gives me a call back almost right away and we begin the awkward dance of first phone call talking. He explains the phone along with voicemail greeting is from a former boss/current friend from 15 years ago and he can't get a new message recorded with his name on it. Say what?! I did not just fall off the turnip truck? Sha-dy! When pressed (politely) he wasn't coming up with a better answer so I refocused him to why I was calling, to take him up on his offer for drinks after work later that week. A few minutes of discussion it turns out that John W. works in the office building next to mine! What are the odds after 8 years working downtown I've never run into this kid? Hm....He offered his office location first so I know it wasn't a creepster/stalker situation. Drinks at the Arrogant Butcher were planned for 5:30pm 2 days later. Cut to day-of drinks:
11:21am Me: Hey there :) still on for tonight?
1:51pm John W: Yup, see you at 5:30
2:46pm Me: See you then
5:21pm John W: I can't get out for at least an hour. Working on a proposal thar must be done tonight. (I think he meant "that" but who knows)
5:22pm Me: Looks like you're going to be tied up tonight
5:32pm John W: Yes, tomorrow night?
5:34pm Me: Busy
And that my fabulous and wonderful pupils is a lesson in how you end the cycle of douche bags who think texting 9 minutes before a date to cancel on you is not a classy thing to do and will cost him any chance of a re-do. Harsh? A little but lets face it, in 2011 alone I have been stood up more in the past 5 months by various jerkalicious men than I have my entire life....and I went to and dated men from ASU so you do the math. I had made my new dating "running schedule" to now include dumping the dead weight, ie if a man can't show any respect before the first date, what is he going to be like by the time a 3rd date comes around *cough if he's lucky*?
Now I may have a running schedule that every Tuesday without fail I run 5 miles but sometimes it has be on a Monday or Wednesday--at least I make it happen. I can now add to my list, thanks to John W., my dating schedule no longer allows for rude behavior regardless of beauty and charm. For as much as I have really disliked running over the years I have to give my enemy some kudos for also teaching me a valuable lesson. Well played running career, well played.
*Changed name of the company on the voicemail for protection, they can't help it if they hired a douche bag.
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
My Golden Nuggets
Golden nuggets can come in the form of great ideas, precious moments, a stiff drink at the end of a hard week or literally a golden nugget (hold onto that for your retirement!) Here's a fun snippet of some "other" golden nuggets that I just have to shake my head at. These are their opening lines to entice me to respond. Yes, I might seem slightly judgemental because I'm sure they are fantastic gentlemen, just ask their mothers right? Ladies and gentlemen, I give you "My Golden Nuggets":
BL505: Im Brian I thought I would say hello to the most beautiful woman on this site
Not too bad, flattery will get you everywhere except....he sent this message to me twice in 2 days. Thanks Brian but considering they are identical messages, something tells me you send this as a standard opening line. Does this mean I'm not the most beautiful woman on this site? Questionable.
MarcRN: Well I learned to cook, clean, handle finances, trim bushes, clean the pool, paint, dry wall repair, nursing school, love my puppies, run 1/2 marathons, kill weeds, landscaping, totally rooted, etc etc....so that being said I think we should meet for coffee...what do you have to lose but gain a new friend...one who can make you soup when you're sick, or start an iv on you if you ever get too drunk. I'm really one of the best single no kids man in Arizona...LOL (Background on this guy, a male nurse, hot!!)
This message was sent to me on March 25th, on April 6th I responded a hello back, I mean he sounds too good to be true right? Sexy male nurse that can do all of this and is interested in me? Jackpot! After I messaged him back I decided to do a little back ground check since he'd signed his note with his full name. Apparently I should have done that prior to my response. Why? Because on April 2nd, he indicated on his facebook that he was in a committed relationship with a girl named Katherine from Reno. 20 mins after my "hello" he wrote back and asked me for my digits. 30 mins after that, since I hadn't responded with my number he re-emailed me again asking me out to go running with him on the canals. Classy! Caught cheating and I'm not even dating him!
AzAnd: sooooooooo sexy butterfly girl tho -:)
I'm not sure exactly if this is a compliment or strictly a statement. I can't figure this message out because it looks like there was another part of his thought that he didn't add but something was definitely going through his mind. Friends don't let friends play on the computer while drinking or high.
mysterious: that hat is way lame...u look better in other pics
I have a picture of me where I'm wearing a hat (see below). Personally I think its pretty fun and kinda alluring but thats just my opinion. Maybe next time he sends an opening line to a lady he can say hello first, before he starts attitude with my wardrobe choices? Just a thought....
aztak: I WANT TO SERVE YOU EGGS BENEDICT IN BED CIAO
Quite the offer I would have to say...and I looked at his profile, a picture of him wearing a tight muscle shirt and bvd's, one hand grabbing his manhood like he was afraid it would get up and walk away on its own. Hmm....
To all those sucka MC's that try to step to me...Just be yourself if you are going to be on a dating website. Then again, if being yourself means that you're 3 eggs short of an omelet, maybe you should stick to bar flies cause I'm pretty sure they are the only ones that will appreciate that kind of attention.
BL505: Im Brian I thought I would say hello to the most beautiful woman on this site
Not too bad, flattery will get you everywhere except....he sent this message to me twice in 2 days. Thanks Brian but considering they are identical messages, something tells me you send this as a standard opening line. Does this mean I'm not the most beautiful woman on this site? Questionable.
MarcRN: Well I learned to cook, clean, handle finances, trim bushes, clean the pool, paint, dry wall repair, nursing school, love my puppies, run 1/2 marathons, kill weeds, landscaping, totally rooted, etc etc....so that being said I think we should meet for coffee...what do you have to lose but gain a new friend...one who can make you soup when you're sick, or start an iv on you if you ever get too drunk. I'm really one of the best single no kids man in Arizona...LOL (Background on this guy, a male nurse, hot!!)
This message was sent to me on March 25th, on April 6th I responded a hello back, I mean he sounds too good to be true right? Sexy male nurse that can do all of this and is interested in me? Jackpot! After I messaged him back I decided to do a little back ground check since he'd signed his note with his full name. Apparently I should have done that prior to my response. Why? Because on April 2nd, he indicated on his facebook that he was in a committed relationship with a girl named Katherine from Reno. 20 mins after my "hello" he wrote back and asked me for my digits. 30 mins after that, since I hadn't responded with my number he re-emailed me again asking me out to go running with him on the canals. Classy! Caught cheating and I'm not even dating him!
AzAnd: sooooooooo sexy butterfly girl tho -:)
I'm not sure exactly if this is a compliment or strictly a statement. I can't figure this message out because it looks like there was another part of his thought that he didn't add but something was definitely going through his mind. Friends don't let friends play on the computer while drinking or high.
mysterious: that hat is way lame...u look better in other pics
I have a picture of me where I'm wearing a hat (see below). Personally I think its pretty fun and kinda alluring but thats just my opinion. Maybe next time he sends an opening line to a lady he can say hello first, before he starts attitude with my wardrobe choices? Just a thought....
aztak: I WANT TO SERVE YOU EGGS BENEDICT IN BED CIAO
Quite the offer I would have to say...and I looked at his profile, a picture of him wearing a tight muscle shirt and bvd's, one hand grabbing his manhood like he was afraid it would get up and walk away on its own. Hmm....
To all those sucka MC's that try to step to me...Just be yourself if you are going to be on a dating website. Then again, if being yourself means that you're 3 eggs short of an omelet, maybe you should stick to bar flies cause I'm pretty sure they are the only ones that will appreciate that kind of attention.
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Bobby McGee Part 2
Part 2
"You know feeling good was good enough for me, good enough for me and my Bobby McGee." ~ Janis Joplin...such a talented lady. Think she'd know that her lyric would be used in conjunction with my dating existence? She'd probably buy me a drink if she heard about this guy!
It was when Bobby decided to pick up the phone and call me that things changed for what I thought was the better. His humor was right on, dry sarcastic, definitely a good match with mine. At the end of the conversation he asked if he could come over to my place. I explained to him that the first time we met, it'd be better to meet in a public place, I mean, I could be a crazy person right? (plus its one of my rules, I don't break that one for sure!) He agreed and he made a date for us to go get ice cream the following Sunday afternoon. We flirted, texted and called a few times since making the date and then came Sunday afternoon. I asked him where and when I should meet him...he mysteriously had to work but offered again, to come over to my place and "help me" since I'd been working on my house that weekend. Graciously, no thank you, I was looking forward to ice cream and for those of you that know me, I am easily bribed to do almost anything for some mint chocolate chip ice cream. When you have ice cream on the brain, its hard to turn that delicious anticipation off. Needless to say, I ended up working on my house that afternoon rather than having ice cream.
A few days go by of random texts that he wanted to meet me in person and that he really liked me, felt that even if we weren't dating, he'd want to just be friends because I make him feel inspired. I told him "If you want to meet me so badly, pick a day, time and place I'll be there". Plans for the following Wednesday at Claim Jumper for happy hour. Appearing as requested at the time he picked of 6pm, I sat at the bar and waited. At 6:20pm I headed out, once again the "Queen of Getting Stood Up". A phone call at 7pm from him indicated he was sorry, he had to work late and he could come over to my place and make it up to me. Um...didn't we go over this already? What part of "You are not coming over until I meet you in public first" don't you understand? He apologized profusely and tried to once again get in my social graces. Maybe next time he could tell me beforehand that work was going to keep him from arriving. Doesn't a text message along those lines take a whole 25 seconds to compose and send? Lets just say when he called me the following Sunday to try again and was graciously shot down (don't want to bruise any ego's here right?) he got upset, told me I was being cranky and hung up on me.
Woe is me! Whatever will I do without a crazy guy who stands me up in my life? Oh I know! Keep on living the good life, thankful we're not together and I'm not headed to the funny farm in the process! One more bullet dodged, Amen
"You know feeling good was good enough for me, good enough for me and my Bobby McGee." ~ Janis Joplin...such a talented lady. Think she'd know that her lyric would be used in conjunction with my dating existence? She'd probably buy me a drink if she heard about this guy!
It was when Bobby decided to pick up the phone and call me that things changed for what I thought was the better. His humor was right on, dry sarcastic, definitely a good match with mine. At the end of the conversation he asked if he could come over to my place. I explained to him that the first time we met, it'd be better to meet in a public place, I mean, I could be a crazy person right? (plus its one of my rules, I don't break that one for sure!) He agreed and he made a date for us to go get ice cream the following Sunday afternoon. We flirted, texted and called a few times since making the date and then came Sunday afternoon. I asked him where and when I should meet him...he mysteriously had to work but offered again, to come over to my place and "help me" since I'd been working on my house that weekend. Graciously, no thank you, I was looking forward to ice cream and for those of you that know me, I am easily bribed to do almost anything for some mint chocolate chip ice cream. When you have ice cream on the brain, its hard to turn that delicious anticipation off. Needless to say, I ended up working on my house that afternoon rather than having ice cream.
A few days go by of random texts that he wanted to meet me in person and that he really liked me, felt that even if we weren't dating, he'd want to just be friends because I make him feel inspired. I told him "If you want to meet me so badly, pick a day, time and place I'll be there". Plans for the following Wednesday at Claim Jumper for happy hour. Appearing as requested at the time he picked of 6pm, I sat at the bar and waited. At 6:20pm I headed out, once again the "Queen of Getting Stood Up". A phone call at 7pm from him indicated he was sorry, he had to work late and he could come over to my place and make it up to me. Um...didn't we go over this already? What part of "You are not coming over until I meet you in public first" don't you understand? He apologized profusely and tried to once again get in my social graces. Maybe next time he could tell me beforehand that work was going to keep him from arriving. Doesn't a text message along those lines take a whole 25 seconds to compose and send? Lets just say when he called me the following Sunday to try again and was graciously shot down (don't want to bruise any ego's here right?) he got upset, told me I was being cranky and hung up on me.
Woe is me! Whatever will I do without a crazy guy who stands me up in my life? Oh I know! Keep on living the good life, thankful we're not together and I'm not headed to the funny farm in the process! One more bullet dodged, Amen
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Bobby McGee Part 1
Part 1:
Ever meet a diamond in the rough? May it be at work, in a club you belong to or yes, even in the dating scene...I seem to be a magnet for them. Thats not an exageration, just truth. Let me tell you about this little gem of a stud muffin I recently "met" the acquaintance of.
The website I am currently casting my net out for potential beau's matched me up with *Bobby. Great guy on screen, job, interests, sports, etc. He sent me a note...well more like a novel but hey, he had alot to say and I'm a rambler myself, who am I to judge? He's in the music industry and a handful years younger (no worries, my name won't change to Mrs. Robinson). I replied and a short stint of emails back and forth to get to know each other better ensued. Phone numbers were exchanged so you would think if someone gave you their phone number you might do something wacky like call them right? Nope...this guy is definitely a texter.
His first text was a "hello" but his second text was already asking me to send him a photo of myself to put into his caller id. Whoa nelly! Moving a little fast here Cap'n, lower the sails so we can glide a bit shall we? He sent one of himself to me with the disclaimer that he looks like a gangster cause its a dark photo and really not a good one of him. Lets take a Kit-Kat break here and ask the question "Why would you send someone a photo of yourself that you're not confident about? That you know is bad? And you're already berating yourself for your photography skills?" Ok, time-in.
Remember, we "met" on a dating website but apparently he doesn't remember who I am after just one week so he then goes on to ask me for my username so he can go back an look me up cause he deletes all his messages. What does this tell me? He's definitely not the brightest star in the sky and slightly tacky. Who admits to that? Come on, wing it! Or don't give out your number to every Tom, Dick and Harry out there. He's in the industry...maybe its just a musician thing? I'll give him the benefit of the doubt but I'm starting to see some red flags here. Since then he's been able to reread my profile but then he's asked me questions that I've already provided the answers for in my profile like "What town do you live in?" "What apartments do you live in?" First...its indicates that I live in Phoenix, second, if I indicate one of my interests is working in my yard more than likely I don't live in an apartment. Hmmm....maybe I'm being too harsh?
Note to those who accesorize with Rose Colored Glasses, if the guy can't remember who he sent his number to and apparently has to repeat the initial 'get to know you' via text message on top of asking you for a picture before your last name....run for the hills! This goes for the guys too! If theres a lady out there who can't figure out how in the world she might know you even after giving her a hint or two, its time to move on to someone less ditzy.
*Name changed to protect the less than innocent.
Ever meet a diamond in the rough? May it be at work, in a club you belong to or yes, even in the dating scene...I seem to be a magnet for them. Thats not an exageration, just truth. Let me tell you about this little gem of a stud muffin I recently "met" the acquaintance of.
The website I am currently casting my net out for potential beau's matched me up with *Bobby. Great guy on screen, job, interests, sports, etc. He sent me a note...well more like a novel but hey, he had alot to say and I'm a rambler myself, who am I to judge? He's in the music industry and a handful years younger (no worries, my name won't change to Mrs. Robinson). I replied and a short stint of emails back and forth to get to know each other better ensued. Phone numbers were exchanged so you would think if someone gave you their phone number you might do something wacky like call them right? Nope...this guy is definitely a texter.
His first text was a "hello" but his second text was already asking me to send him a photo of myself to put into his caller id. Whoa nelly! Moving a little fast here Cap'n, lower the sails so we can glide a bit shall we? He sent one of himself to me with the disclaimer that he looks like a gangster cause its a dark photo and really not a good one of him. Lets take a Kit-Kat break here and ask the question "Why would you send someone a photo of yourself that you're not confident about? That you know is bad? And you're already berating yourself for your photography skills?" Ok, time-in.
Remember, we "met" on a dating website but apparently he doesn't remember who I am after just one week so he then goes on to ask me for my username so he can go back an look me up cause he deletes all his messages. What does this tell me? He's definitely not the brightest star in the sky and slightly tacky. Who admits to that? Come on, wing it! Or don't give out your number to every Tom, Dick and Harry out there. He's in the industry...maybe its just a musician thing? I'll give him the benefit of the doubt but I'm starting to see some red flags here. Since then he's been able to reread my profile but then he's asked me questions that I've already provided the answers for in my profile like "What town do you live in?" "What apartments do you live in?" First...its indicates that I live in Phoenix, second, if I indicate one of my interests is working in my yard more than likely I don't live in an apartment. Hmmm....maybe I'm being too harsh?
Note to those who accesorize with Rose Colored Glasses, if the guy can't remember who he sent his number to and apparently has to repeat the initial 'get to know you' via text message on top of asking you for a picture before your last name....run for the hills! This goes for the guys too! If theres a lady out there who can't figure out how in the world she might know you even after giving her a hint or two, its time to move on to someone less ditzy.
*Name changed to protect the less than innocent.
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Prince Charming and His Metal Steed
Did you know Prince Charming doesn't always ride a horse? I met him once, he actually rides a 747, or a DC 10, depending on the day. *Larry works as an air marshall which to me, is kind of a cool job although any job in government I support so take my opinion with a grain of salt and tequilla shot if you'd like.
After talking for a few weeks I invited him to a New Years party at a friends house, he said he was up for it and was looking forward to giving me a kiss at midnight. Due to his job though, he had to fly out last minute. His flight was supposed to get back into town at 11:59pm so I told him when he got back we'd recreate the countdown, it'd be like he'd never missed it. 12:20am, he texted me saying he had changed his mind and was too nervous to show. Boo! Oh wait, lets not judge shall we? So what if he's an air marshall, they're tough as nails but can be sensitive too right? Um....
As a suggestion I asked him to meet me for dinner and he clearly indicated he was not into meeting at a bar. Ok, so suggestions for the safety places like Red Robin, Olive Garden were thrown out there. He says "Lets meet at Tempe Marketplace and we'll figure it out from there". Ok, thats a bit of a big shopping center and asked for more specifics like maybe the fountain or the bookstore--no response. Day of our first date he suggests we meet at 7pm at Cadillac Ranch (btw, thats a bar). Ok I'm there! I go home, change clothes and get a text from him at 6:45 that he's running late, can we push it back to 7:30? Ok, sure but I'm getting an uneasy feeling that I've been down this road before. Then he changes his mind and asks could we meet at 8:30 because then he could go home and get cleaned up? I said I'd meet him there but any later and I'd suggest we not meet at all. A girl's gotta have some pride here right?
8:30pm rolls around and he's nowhere to be seen. I call a girlfriend of mine so I didn't look creepy at the bottom of the stairs to the bar, thank goodness for good friends! I ended up going inside because it was so cold out that night and I'm glad I did because he was 15 mins late! First impression, he is not a good judge of time awareness. We sit down at the bar and for a guy who doesn't like the bar, boy can he drink! Since it was close to 9pm and I don't like to eat after 7pm I joined him for a beverage while he had 4 appetizers to himself. The conversation went well, we laughed and connected on the subject of home improvements since he'd recently bought a house himself. By the end of the evening we were already discussing the 2nd date! This turned out not too shabby :)
A week later was my first marathon. Larry asks me to come over to his place the Thursday beforehand to shoot some pool and he can show me the home improvements he's been working on....maybe I could give him some advice? Sure! I mean, I felt comfortable with him and I was going to give my location and info to a friend just incase I got kidnapped but he's an air marshall and trustworthy so why not? Then he drops the bomb on me, I should come over at 9pm when he gets off of work. Thats where I had to put my foot down (in a gracious manner). I have been training for this marathon for a year now and in the homestretch for the run plus my nerves, I didn't want to disrupt my last bit of training with late nights. I sadly had to decline since I had been hoping to be home by that time so could we reschedule for after the race? Here's how it went verbatum:
Larry: 9 is good. Just come over after
Me: Wait, no sorry. I figured I'd be home from your place around 9...not come over at 9pm. oops guess out schedules aren't matching up :(
Larry: home from my house around 9?! U crazy?!
Me: you may have a sexy smile but its too close to the marathon, i can't throw off my training for the past year so i guess yes, crazy. :)
Larry: Excuses
Me: Ok
And that my friends is how you know that even though the government may hire the guy, doesn't mean you should date him. I had invited him to the marathon after party with my friends and no response and haven't heard from him since. Guess marathon running does make a girl crazy but thats ok because I got the best gift of all that weekend, instead of a New Years kiss, I got a medal and my first marathon under my belt. NEVER give a guy the time of day who won't support your goals and ambitions. You'll be doubley dissapointed at the end of that fairy tale. Good luck out there campers!
*Name changed to protect the "innocent".
After talking for a few weeks I invited him to a New Years party at a friends house, he said he was up for it and was looking forward to giving me a kiss at midnight. Due to his job though, he had to fly out last minute. His flight was supposed to get back into town at 11:59pm so I told him when he got back we'd recreate the countdown, it'd be like he'd never missed it. 12:20am, he texted me saying he had changed his mind and was too nervous to show. Boo! Oh wait, lets not judge shall we? So what if he's an air marshall, they're tough as nails but can be sensitive too right? Um....
As a suggestion I asked him to meet me for dinner and he clearly indicated he was not into meeting at a bar. Ok, so suggestions for the safety places like Red Robin, Olive Garden were thrown out there. He says "Lets meet at Tempe Marketplace and we'll figure it out from there". Ok, thats a bit of a big shopping center and asked for more specifics like maybe the fountain or the bookstore--no response. Day of our first date he suggests we meet at 7pm at Cadillac Ranch (btw, thats a bar). Ok I'm there! I go home, change clothes and get a text from him at 6:45 that he's running late, can we push it back to 7:30? Ok, sure but I'm getting an uneasy feeling that I've been down this road before. Then he changes his mind and asks could we meet at 8:30 because then he could go home and get cleaned up? I said I'd meet him there but any later and I'd suggest we not meet at all. A girl's gotta have some pride here right?
8:30pm rolls around and he's nowhere to be seen. I call a girlfriend of mine so I didn't look creepy at the bottom of the stairs to the bar, thank goodness for good friends! I ended up going inside because it was so cold out that night and I'm glad I did because he was 15 mins late! First impression, he is not a good judge of time awareness. We sit down at the bar and for a guy who doesn't like the bar, boy can he drink! Since it was close to 9pm and I don't like to eat after 7pm I joined him for a beverage while he had 4 appetizers to himself. The conversation went well, we laughed and connected on the subject of home improvements since he'd recently bought a house himself. By the end of the evening we were already discussing the 2nd date! This turned out not too shabby :)
A week later was my first marathon. Larry asks me to come over to his place the Thursday beforehand to shoot some pool and he can show me the home improvements he's been working on....maybe I could give him some advice? Sure! I mean, I felt comfortable with him and I was going to give my location and info to a friend just incase I got kidnapped but he's an air marshall and trustworthy so why not? Then he drops the bomb on me, I should come over at 9pm when he gets off of work. Thats where I had to put my foot down (in a gracious manner). I have been training for this marathon for a year now and in the homestretch for the run plus my nerves, I didn't want to disrupt my last bit of training with late nights. I sadly had to decline since I had been hoping to be home by that time so could we reschedule for after the race? Here's how it went verbatum:
Larry: 9 is good. Just come over after
Me: Wait, no sorry. I figured I'd be home from your place around 9...not come over at 9pm. oops guess out schedules aren't matching up :(
Larry: home from my house around 9?! U crazy?!
Me: you may have a sexy smile but its too close to the marathon, i can't throw off my training for the past year so i guess yes, crazy. :)
Larry: Excuses
Me: Ok
And that my friends is how you know that even though the government may hire the guy, doesn't mean you should date him. I had invited him to the marathon after party with my friends and no response and haven't heard from him since. Guess marathon running does make a girl crazy but thats ok because I got the best gift of all that weekend, instead of a New Years kiss, I got a medal and my first marathon under my belt. NEVER give a guy the time of day who won't support your goals and ambitions. You'll be doubley dissapointed at the end of that fairy tale. Good luck out there campers!
*Name changed to protect the "innocent".
Monday, March 14, 2011
Wine and the Lacy Dress
Here's the story, of a lovely lady, who actually went out on a good date! On a rare occasion, fate and karma play nice, the stars align and mother nature decides to give me a break in the love department. Well, love is a strong word but still, this was a pretty great night!
I went a different route with *Josh, a preliminary invite to have him join me and a small group of friends at happy hour a few weeks ago was extended. He showed along with 2 of his "wing men", and after getting the nod from my friends I was pretty sure that I'd made a good choice with this one. Once I had a free evening, I decided to ask him out although he swears that he was the one that officially approached me. Hmm...OK, I'll go with that lol
Plans with Josh to meet at a local wine bar for dinner and drinks on a Saturday night started out with a bit of turbulence when a late afternoon text asking if I minded we pushed it back to later in the night? Lets just say my stomach dropped because I've seen this "push back the time" scenario before. Heck, I'm an expert at it. Its usually followed by another push back and another before the evening is scrapped and we try for another time of which, you guessed it, nothing comes to fruition. This time, I decided that regardless I was going to get gussied up and whether he showed or not, at least I was going to look drop dead gorgeous doing it! Black strappy lacy dress, sleek hair, smokey eyes and of course, teal pumps covered in black lace..yeah I know, I'm a hottie.
Believe it or not, Josh did show and we walked into the dimly lit wine bar and saddled up to two spots at the bar. Order a flight each and began making wonderful new friends with 3 of the 5 bartenders. Soon we were all sharing stories of wacky mishaps, oddly enough, I think the bartender had the winning story involving a skateboard area, his dad and the neighbor's cat. We picked the one wine we liked best from our flights and ordered up a full glass. Conversation flowed easily, the music got pretty good once the DJ showed up and before we knew it, a few hours had passed us by.
Josh decided he was hungry so we headed over to a local sushi joint just down the street so off we went. I'm not a big fan of eating after 8pm (otherwise it just sits in my stomach and I feel gross...exception to this rule....2:00am bread eating after a night out dancing, etc), but since he was hungry and I liked his company, why not? I had a Philadelphia roll and he put away 2 rolls on his own, both spicy, one was topped with jalapenos! Wow Batman! He didn't even break a sweat!
By the time we left they were closing up the place, we decided to call it a night as well. Just a "Scottsdale" block away we were back to "The Mr.", my wrangler. Have I ever mentioned how he makes me smile? Josh said good night and I gave him a kiss on the cheek and a squeezed hug before saying goodnight. He was definitely a gentleman and I wasn't even a mile away before I got a text message from him "Hey you, I had a really good time tonight". He wasn't sleezy, he didn't try to make out with me on the sidewalk infront of 40 people. He did pull out my chair, he did look me in the eye and did hold the door open for me. Chivalry is not dead!
I was still smiling when I pulled into my driveway and it wasn't because of my jeep. Date 2 is already in the works!
*Changed name to protect the innocent.
I went a different route with *Josh, a preliminary invite to have him join me and a small group of friends at happy hour a few weeks ago was extended. He showed along with 2 of his "wing men", and after getting the nod from my friends I was pretty sure that I'd made a good choice with this one. Once I had a free evening, I decided to ask him out although he swears that he was the one that officially approached me. Hmm...OK, I'll go with that lol
Plans with Josh to meet at a local wine bar for dinner and drinks on a Saturday night started out with a bit of turbulence when a late afternoon text asking if I minded we pushed it back to later in the night? Lets just say my stomach dropped because I've seen this "push back the time" scenario before. Heck, I'm an expert at it. Its usually followed by another push back and another before the evening is scrapped and we try for another time of which, you guessed it, nothing comes to fruition. This time, I decided that regardless I was going to get gussied up and whether he showed or not, at least I was going to look drop dead gorgeous doing it! Black strappy lacy dress, sleek hair, smokey eyes and of course, teal pumps covered in black lace..yeah I know, I'm a hottie.
Believe it or not, Josh did show and we walked into the dimly lit wine bar and saddled up to two spots at the bar. Order a flight each and began making wonderful new friends with 3 of the 5 bartenders. Soon we were all sharing stories of wacky mishaps, oddly enough, I think the bartender had the winning story involving a skateboard area, his dad and the neighbor's cat. We picked the one wine we liked best from our flights and ordered up a full glass. Conversation flowed easily, the music got pretty good once the DJ showed up and before we knew it, a few hours had passed us by.
Josh decided he was hungry so we headed over to a local sushi joint just down the street so off we went. I'm not a big fan of eating after 8pm (otherwise it just sits in my stomach and I feel gross...exception to this rule....2:00am bread eating after a night out dancing, etc), but since he was hungry and I liked his company, why not? I had a Philadelphia roll and he put away 2 rolls on his own, both spicy, one was topped with jalapenos! Wow Batman! He didn't even break a sweat!
By the time we left they were closing up the place, we decided to call it a night as well. Just a "Scottsdale" block away we were back to "The Mr.", my wrangler. Have I ever mentioned how he makes me smile? Josh said good night and I gave him a kiss on the cheek and a squeezed hug before saying goodnight. He was definitely a gentleman and I wasn't even a mile away before I got a text message from him "Hey you, I had a really good time tonight". He wasn't sleezy, he didn't try to make out with me on the sidewalk infront of 40 people. He did pull out my chair, he did look me in the eye and did hold the door open for me. Chivalry is not dead!
I was still smiling when I pulled into my driveway and it wasn't because of my jeep. Date 2 is already in the works!
*Changed name to protect the innocent.
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