"Dating Like a Mexican" Love it!

Found this on this great blog I found called wtfisupwithmylovelife.com:

"Inspired by Mexicans’ attitude of “it’s no biggie dealie until it is” (and because I can’t do anything unless it’s an extreme version of itself), my version of dating like a Mexican also means I’ m going to try the following experiment: not talking about any man I meet or date from now on. I will only blog about them and hope that my friends have a second, once in a while, to read and offer their critique/support.

I do this on the hunch that one of my worst habits is over-talking dating episodes and either making mountains out of mole hills or, in the words of my acupuncturist, “wasting the energy.” It’s my way of really trying to embody the principle “it’s no biggie dealie until it is.” If you know me, you know THIS IS GOING TO BE REALLY HARD FOR ME TO DO; I love telling stories, with lots of enthusiasm and lots of details.

But. Enough is enough.

Nothing’s important enough to make it into dinner conversation, until the man makes a case for why he’s the awesomest of them all. And he has to bring the big guns with him when he does. I don’t need a mariachi, but it’d be nice.

Oh, and the other thing about dating like a Mexican: no sex.

So, here they are – the rules for dating like a Mexican:

1. No kissing on the first date.

2. I will write a post instead of having a thousand conversations with girlfriends about you (man x who took me on date x).

3. No tongue until the third.

4. I will not think about you (man x) when I’m not seeing you.

5. No heavy making out until the fifth.

6. No version of dry humping maybe ever.

7. I will never be the person to reach out to make plans.

8. Absolutely no clothes taken off until the seventh date.

9. Sex is never an option.

10. I will not have a feeling about you until you open the feeling door. At which point I will decide if I can have a feeling for you (man x).

11. No holding hands."

***Want to read more – and get regular updates on monanona’s romantic exploits? Wondering how these rules will actually play out in the post-dating world? Check out Dating Like a Mexican!

Too good not to share

Recent guy who emailed me. This is his profile statement: "Just a Soldier looking for a sweet kind woman. Someone that doesnt cheat. Someone i can talk to. I cant say im the worlds greatest catch but i do believe im a good man. So if your out there and dont mind a simple life give me a shout."

Aww.

Match #2 (and #3 and #4)

Match #2. In SECOND place.--> Cute. But shorter than me and has braces (although only for another 3 weeks). Smelled really good... but does that mean too heavy on the cologne? Sexy voice. Just wished his height matched his voice. Picked a great drink spot for venue #1. Was uber-impressed with me... "you really do look like your pictures." Apparently, person in real life = person online phenomenon isn't happening enough. Walked down the street after one drink and grabbed some West African food. They brought it over to us at venue #2. The food was amazing! The company? So cute... if I forgot about the height issue, the braces, and the way-too-excited-to-meet-me issue. After, he walked me back to my car and I drove him a few blocks to his place.

Guys: Do you know how much girls hate it when you say something like "so are we gonna kiss or what?" or "is this the part where we kiss goodnight?" If it's meant to happen, it will happen. No need for a preamble. Yet, said preamble was declared and he leaned in. Caught me off guard. Thought we'd peck but he went in for the kill. Didn't want to be rude, so reciprocated with a little more-than-a-peck-but-less-than-a-makeout kiss and that was that. Not crazy for him, but not eliminated from the race.

But today he sent me a text that said "How's my liberal lawyer?" Uhm... what?! One date mister, one date... I am definitely not yours. Then I missed his call. So, out of courtesy, I called him back after work today and -bless his heart- he was so confident. "Have you mugged down with anyone else like you mugged down with me?" Bless his heart, he hadn't realized that, not only had our kiss just been a decent-first-date kiss, I had actually been out with another dude the next night. And, as if this inquiry were not enough, he proceeded to ask me what I thought about our kiss, how excited I was he got his braces off in two weeks, and whether I had thought any more about our one inch height difference. Oh my.

Match #3. In FIRST place.

Match #4. In THIRD place.

[Match #1. LAST PLACE]

Match #1

So the only ex-boyfriend I had ever really talked about marriage with just got married last Saturday. As did another guy I dated. And today would have been my one year anniversary with the most recent ex-boyfriend. Needless to say, I'm feeling awesome.

Started a new dating site. It's more laid back and so far, much better. I joined last Wednesday and had dates lined up for the weekend. One Sunday brunch and one Sunday evening. I don't think there's any policy against doubling up. After all, I've learned not to give my prime time weekend time (Friday night, Saturday day, or Saturday night) to a random dude that you may not hit it off with. This online dating wisdom comes with time. And lessons learned the hard way. Like being stuck with homeslice on a Friday night when every last thing he does and says gets on your nerves.

Match #1 was a bust. He was nice, but too eager. It really creeps me out when guys have complete sections of my profile memorized. Like "I should've remembered you like pepper on everything from your profile" or "I really liked the part on your profile where..." Okay buddy, some things are best kept to ourselves. I had a bloody mary as I listened to him talk and talk and talk about himself. Thanks to the heavens for that bloody. Would've had another but knew I had a lot of grading to do when I got home. So then we grabbed an appetizer at another venue. The highlights of the conversation here included the fact that he tried to refinance his home and couldn't get approved because he spent so much money on food and drinks. He also specifically mentioned the interest rate he was able to get. Wow. Could you tell me that story again? Please?

He offered to walk me to my car. I told him he didn't need to, but he insisted. The whole walk there, I thought of how I was going to tell overeager beaver that I didn't feel a connection. And then, with an awkward goodbye pat-pat-on-the-back hug, I said "well, maybe I'll talk to you at some other junction."

Whiskey. Tango. Foxtrot.