no more fucking internet dates. and no more fucking blind dates!
oh my god. so i'm at this wedding last weekend. and an old friend's girlfriend and i are getting along great. she says what a sweet guy i am and why am i single. i say, "ya know? i don't why i'm single." anyways, she tells me that her best friend is single and how she's a great girl and that they just moved here from chicago 8 months ago and it's hard to meet people, and would i mind if she hooked us up. i'm like, hmm, ok, why not?! i have an open mind.
So i get an email from this chick on monday. we email each other a few times and then talk on the phone. she sounds cool. I get a call from her on friday, saying that she's going to be busy for 2 weeks or so, but if I wanna get together, her cousin is gonna be in town and they're gonna go out for drinks on saturday with my friend and his girlfriend, and do i wanna go along?. i say sure why not. my anti-internet date radar tingles and i think to myself that alcohol is never a good thing when meeting someone for the first time in this kind of set-up. But i throw caution to the wind...
Saturday night comes along and it turns out they're hanging out in Redondo. I live in Hollywood. no offense to my beach community people but Redondo is in buffuck nowhere. So i drive down there and go to the chick's apartment. right away, i know it ain't goin no where. just not my type. way tto mid-west white bread. no flavor at all. sweet girl, but not my steez. again, that's alright, i'll have a fun time anyway. we're supposed to go to dinner, there are 10 of us in total which is a good thing, takes the pressure off. We skip dinner, for reasons beyond me and go to a bar. At the bar, me and the blind date talk, get to know each other. i'm very casual and a bit distant. not trying to give off the interested vibe, not trying to outrightly give off the fuck off vibe. She continues to get hammered. i'm pacing myself to be able to keep it together and to drive home. She really starts to lay on the flirty vibe. i think it's pretty obvious i'm trying to be nice but not that nice. she doesn't get the hint. my eyes are wondering at the fucking tons of hot chicks in the bar. she pretends not to notice. I'm getting ready to leave, it's 12:00 and i stayed past what i feel comfortable with, so i decide to go. she starts talking about how she wants to get together on monday and how she wants me to cook her dinner (i'm on a cooking binge, at the moment). and how cute i am and basically being a drunken twit. of course, i am my steely debonair nice guy self through all this. trying to save face with the old friend and his sweetheart girl. I finally get outta the bar, and have to pull myself together again....
oi vey. no more fucking weirdo date things. anymore. ok. that's final. thank you self.
oh my god. so i'm at this wedding last weekend. and an old friend's girlfriend and i are getting along great. she says what a sweet guy i am and why am i single. i say, "ya know? i don't why i'm single." anyways, she tells me that her best friend is single and how she's a great girl and that they just moved here from chicago 8 months ago and it's hard to meet people, and would i mind if she hooked us up. i'm like, hmm, ok, why not?! i have an open mind.
So i get an email from this chick on monday. we email each other a few times and then talk on the phone. she sounds cool. I get a call from her on friday, saying that she's going to be busy for 2 weeks or so, but if I wanna get together, her cousin is gonna be in town and they're gonna go out for drinks on saturday with my friend and his girlfriend, and do i wanna go along?. i say sure why not. my anti-internet date radar tingles and i think to myself that alcohol is never a good thing when meeting someone for the first time in this kind of set-up. But i throw caution to the wind...
Saturday night comes along and it turns out they're hanging out in Redondo. I live in Hollywood. no offense to my beach community people but Redondo is in buffuck nowhere. So i drive down there and go to the chick's apartment. right away, i know it ain't goin no where. just not my type. way tto mid-west white bread. no flavor at all. sweet girl, but not my steez. again, that's alright, i'll have a fun time anyway. we're supposed to go to dinner, there are 10 of us in total which is a good thing, takes the pressure off. We skip dinner, for reasons beyond me and go to a bar. At the bar, me and the blind date talk, get to know each other. i'm very casual and a bit distant. not trying to give off the interested vibe, not trying to outrightly give off the fuck off vibe. She continues to get hammered. i'm pacing myself to be able to keep it together and to drive home. She really starts to lay on the flirty vibe. i think it's pretty obvious i'm trying to be nice but not that nice. she doesn't get the hint. my eyes are wondering at the fucking tons of hot chicks in the bar. she pretends not to notice. I'm getting ready to leave, it's 12:00 and i stayed past what i feel comfortable with, so i decide to go. she starts talking about how she wants to get together on monday and how she wants me to cook her dinner (i'm on a cooking binge, at the moment). and how cute i am and basically being a drunken twit. of course, i am my steely debonair nice guy self through all this. trying to save face with the old friend and his sweetheart girl. I finally get outta the bar, and have to pull myself together again....
oi vey. no more fucking weirdo date things. anymore. ok. that's final. thank you self.
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now if you don't mind, i think you're interesting. heh.