New site... and a proposal already!

Oh my. I've made a horrible mistake. I really, really would love to meet a legitimate foreign guy who is looking for a relationship. Anyone who knows me knows I've had this set in my mind ever since I was a little girl. So I joined this international dating site, which at the time I thought would be pretty much like match but with an international twist. Wow, was I wrong. I'm pretty positive that it's actually a front for older men looking for mail-order brides. Oops. And boy, am I'm I getting a lot of responses!

I'm happy to report that I've been a member for three days now and I've already gotten my first marriage proposal! It's from a gentleman in Iraq who does not have a picture. But here's the text of his message:

How are you ? if you don’t mind I would like to tell you that you're amazing woman and actually I like you so much please don't misunderstand because I'm serious and don't looking to waste my time , I'm looking for someone special to attack my heart and get it at first sight , when I saw you, you are absolutely got my heart , I'm sure we will be happy together if you accept to marry me because I'm single like you and want someone to get married with for all my life and I promise you to do my best to make you happy , please don't hurry in your decision , so this is my email (********@gmail.com) if you want to see my picture .

I wish you good luck in your life with lots of love .
Yours always .

Hmm... what to do? I've heard there's a lot of action in Iraq these days.

UPDATE (5.1.11): And I got my second proposal!

This one is from a 33 year old in the United Arab Emirates:

hi T,how are you hope all is find.i saw your lovely profile and i am interested in you.i will like to get married to you.i will like to established a long lasting relationshipe with you,a relationshipe of deep feeling and trusted that will bring mutual understanding.i am a very nice person who is honest,easy going,respectfull,caring and hardworking.please reply and have a nice day bye

Au revoir, F.U.

So, after a series of (weekend only) fancy dates, I realized I was beginning to feel a bit like a part-time girlfriend. He works crazy hours, I realize this, usually leaving the office around 9pm Monday though Thursday. But his schedule is not conducive to us hanging out during the week, as I usually go to bed pretty early since I leave for work at 6:45am.

On top of that (pun intended), once hooking up was introduced into the equation, I felt like that became the focus. Want to come over a bit early before we go out? A few drinks later and a few happy places later, we were off to our date. He was affectionate, don't get me wrong. We held hands, he put his arm around me, we'd share small kissed in public, but he didn't open the car door for me or restaurant doors for me. WTF?! I thought the French were supposed to have to have set the benchmark for the rest of the world in terms of romancing a woman. Also, when we were out on a date, I felt like it was pretty much just a formality so we could get back to his place and hook up. Not a good feeling, ladies.

He met a few of my friends who were here for SXSW and they both said the same thing: "He's not that into you and you deserve better." Damn my affinity for accents... maybe I would've caught that sooner had he been American. So I invited him out for drinks and apps earlier last week, having no idea how things would end up.

Either I was going to tell him what I expected in a boyfriend and he would realize I'm worth it and buck up and make some changes or he would tell me that I'm asking for more than he can give me right now and that would be it. The tone, although very polite, was set very quickly. He said something to the effect that he "just wasn't quite convinced right in the beginning." And that's when the now pseudo-famous t. rant came out: "Look, I'm the full package and I bring a lot to the table. I'm 31, never been married, no children, I'm well-educated, and attractive. The beginning of a relationship is when things are supposed to be the most electric and the most magnetic. If you're at all hesitant in the beginning, it's not meant to be."

I went on to inform him that, in America, when you're boyfriend-girlfriend (as we had been exclusive for the past month), you don't just go on fancy dates on the weekends (although that is lovely in the beginning in the courtship phase). I told him that, when you want to see someone enough, you make time for them. Simple as that. You just hang out. You run errands. You watch TV. You rent movies. You cook dinner together. It's not the fanciness level that counts. It's the effort to spend time with the (supposed) object of your affection that matters.

So I very sweetly told him I think we should just be friends. I also informed him of the old bit of American wisdom that says it takes half the time you dated someone to get over them. Since we dated for a whopping month, I only have two weeks (and then I'm signing back up for match). But, bless his little French heart, he broke up with a girlfriend of seven years in London before moving here. So, he's still got a ways to go in his 3.5 year recovery period. Maybe I'll blame it on that.

So that's that. Au revoir, Monsieur F.U. And by the way, I never liked the way your beard (and your entire being) always smelled like smoke. And the kissing and all? Never that great. Conundrum: Do I date another Frenchman to see if things get better? No matter what the nationality, meeting someone legit with time to spend and a desire for something of substance would make things a bit more bearable post lay-off.

xo,

t.

Yup, I could potentially really like F.U.

Yes, those really are his initials. And because I think he really may have some potential, I'm going to resist the temptation to give any more details... besides those of our dates (so I'll always remember):

Date 1: Mulberry for brunch

* Immediately thought he was cute.

* He watched me parallel pak (badly). I blame it on being nervous because he was watching me.

* Conversation flowed.

* We shared food.

* Found little ways to touch (like a brush on the arm or the leg).

Date 2: Malaga for dinner

Date 3: Uchiko for dinner

Date 4: Oscar's Party at his place (apps and drinks and met some of the neighbors)

Date 5: Dinner and drinks at his place (he's an amazing cook)

Date 6: (yesterday) He surprised me and took me on a wine tasting tour in the Texas Hill Country (because I had told him I wanted to learn more about wine now that I was spending so much time with a Frenchman).

Date 7: (today) I surprised him and took him to the Kite Festival, where he got to meet several of my friends. Hoping that wasn't too much too soon...

Oh my. So much to write... but must lesson plan for now. More later. What a dating cliffhanger, I know.

xo,

t.

Are breakup texts the new breakup Post-It?

JM, the Final Installment

So last Friday was our big 4th/5th date (I'm sure he kept inflating the number so he could try to get some sooner)... keep in mind, once again, this was exactly one week after we had met (via match.com). See the last post for all the details of the date. Entertaining in and of themselves.

But here's where it gets really good. After having left his place (in a state of surprise) at 6 something in the morning on a Saturday, I don't hear anything from him until Monday morning... which, coincidentally, happens to be Valentine's Day. Granted, he had sent the texts the night before, but after I had already gone to sleep.

So, first thing Valentine's Day morning, I get this text: "T- I had fun on Friday and you are a smart and sexy girl. But, I don't think we're compatible longterm. I'm running marathons and you're resisting cigarette urges... not good. You are a great girl and I wish you the best. :)" (Yes, the smiley face was included.)

I'll admit, I smoke when I drink. And I was completely up front about this in my profile. In fact, in his profile, he said that his optimal date would smoke either "never" or "ocassionally." Still, I elected to leave the ciggies at home because I honestly thought that he and I could develop into something real. I even proudly told him, at the beginning of the try-to-seduce-me date, that I had left my cigarettes at home because I really wanted to try to be good. Let us now mention that he was extremely proactive when making sure my champagne glass was consistently full. And when the champagne was gone? Oh, let's go ahead and share TWO bottles of wine. Clearly, by this point with a smoking-friendly date, I would've indulged. But I didn't.

My point here? What. A. Jackass. To choose one of our few points of differences (although admittedly, I've never been divorced, I'm not rich, and I don't run marathons) that I was obviously trying to work on for him as his reason to break things off between us is absolute B.S. We did not hook-up all the way that night, and I'm uber-curious as to whether I would've received said text Sunday night had we gone all the way.

Thoughts and opinions? Besides the fact that this dude is clearly a douche-bag (who breaks up with someone via text after five very intense dates? And especially at the age of forty? Especially when you know homeslice has been around the dating block for the past EIGHT years?)... I can't help but ask myself: What just happened? Whiskey. Tango. Foxtrot. (Once again.)

Needless to say, Happy Valentine's to me!

And on to the next one...

Where is this mythical man who is somewhere between the 20-something, sexy, starving artist and the self-absorbed, sex-centered successful older businessman?

Maybe dudes in their 30's? I feel an experiment a-brewin...

Round 2, Date 2

JM- Match candidate #2

Chemistry from the get-go. Our emails were so full of witty banter I could hardly wait to meet him.

Date #1/2:

Our first date was on a Friday (as in just over a week ago) at a local bar. We met about 8:45. Immediately, I found him attractive and noticed that our witty banter seamlessly continued in person. Two drinks in, however, he reminded me that he had plans at 10 that he had committed to but that he really wanted to see me more tonight. So, he asked... would I be willing to wait for him at this bar for 20 minutes or so while he went and "made an apperance" at this birthday party? His tab was open, I could get whatever I wanted, I was social enough to make new friends while he was gone... blah, blah, blah. So, still being super-impressed with him at this point, I agreed to be the lady in waiting.

Alone at a bar on a Friday night while my date (1st date) went somewhere else. Awesome. I thought maybe he would invite me along, but I didn't want to ask... considering we had just met. But he preempted the issue, saying he would bring me along but it was a birthday party for a 25-year-old bitchy girl and all her friends who live in his building (he's forty) and they would give me the third-degree, asking me how we know each other, if we're together, etc. And he didn't want to put me through that. Likely story? Or possibly some prior history with one of the girls who'd be there? Honestly, at this point I don't know. But I do know he's very good looking, looks much younger than his age, and appears to have money. Hmm. So he bought me a beer and left.

Then, as expected, I made friends with the friendly folks at the table next to me and they bought me a shot. I think I then ordered another beer on his tab. Next thing I knew (and I'm pretty sure it had been just about 20 minutes as promised), he reappeared. We had another round and, all of the wonderful sudden, his hand touched the small of my back. At that point, I got so distracted I could barely formulate a coherent sentence. Then, we shared our first kiss. Just a peck, but enough to show mutual interest nonetheless. At this point, I was smitten. Granted, he had left me. But he came back. He hadn't planned on it, but he said he just wanted to keep hanging out because things were going so well. Swoon, swoon... hot, no children, successful, funny. And although he is divorced, his divorce was eight years ago and I felt that enough time had passed that he could be ready for something real. I even asked him what he was looking to get out of this whole match.com experience. He said all the right things... that, if he meets the right person, he is ready for a relationship.

So then we went to bar #2. At this point, he tried to convince me that this was now date #2 as: 1) there had been a change of venue, 2) we had had an an intermission when he went to his other obligation, and 3) he had entrusted me with his credit card. At this point, a little tipsy and loving the feeling of being loved on, I agreed. Although we had only one more drink, we suddenly became that obnoxious couple making out in the corner. I hate those couples. Whether or not I'm in a relationship. Seriously. He then walked me to my car, where we continued to make out. It was awesome... and I left with butterflies. Potential, I thought to myself.

Date #2/3:

We met at his place. A little too soon, don't you think? Look, I understand you have money and are clearly proud of your condo (so much that you are the president of the homeowner's association)... but I met you four days ago on match.com. So, after a "tour" of the very nice condo, we walked to the restaurant next door. We had a few beers, some appetizers, and two entrees. I did like the fact that I didn't have to worry about whether he would have enough money to pay for our dinner (as you probably know by now, my ex-boyfriend was a gorgeous yet unemployed musician/ artist). But I also can't help but wonder if these purchases are somehow like purchasing me. I will admit though, it felt nice to feel "taken care of." We did go back up to his condo (which was conveniently located next door to the restaurant) and there was some hooking-up. Nothing major. But enough for me to wonder... are we moving too fast? Does he really want to get to know me or does he have an agenda?

Date #3/4:

Last Friday. Exactly one week after we met. I was really worried he was planning on us going all the way on this date, so rather than have an awkward in-bed convo with him about this at what I'm sure would be an inopportune moment, I decided to just talk to him about it the day before, on Thursday. I told him I didn't want to rush things, as I could potentially actually like him. He said he understood and he was glad we were having this conversation. He went to explain how he's just a "very sexual person" and that clicking with someone you are dating in that department is very important. I agreed, then promptly reminded him that I had not even known him a week at this point. So we agreed on some boundaries for the following evening and that was that. I was actually pretty impressed with the way he handled it.

So I go over to his condo for dinner (yet again, he conveniently picked his place as the meeting point). He has a gorgeous spread of appetizers, champagne, wine, and plenty of beer. He is clearly trying to seduce me, I think to myself. But I play along. "How was your day?" I ask as I nibble on a yummy shrimp. He explains, and awkwardly returns the question. I actually go into a little more detail, as I had had a particularly rough day at work and just needed to vent. But somehow, I got the feeling that he didn't really care so much about what I was saying. That he just wanted to make out with me, fondle me, and see what else might happen if he continued to keep my champagne glass full. I even asked question after question about his family, his siblings, etc. I was genuinely trying to get to know him. He answered, but again, the answers felt more like a formality. Nor did he return any of the questions about my family. Red flag.

More later. Must break for now. Actually no, can't quit. He makes me lobster stir-fry (impressive). We ate at the table and afterwards began cuddling on the sofa. Then he says something extraordinarily cheesy like "you ready to move on to the bedroom?" In my drunkenness and knowing I had packed an overnight bag, I comply.

We hook up more. Again, not all the way. But more than the last date. Here's the kicker though, kids: After staying up until 2am or so and not getting much sleep (wink, wink), he wakes me at 5 something in the morning to tell me he always runs 18 miles on Saturday mornings... so I'd need to get ready to go. Whiskey. Tango. Foxtrot. Don't you think this would have been useful information to mention when you invited me over for a Friday night overnight date and filled me with considerable amounts of alcohol? So we get up, he makes me coffee (even puts mine in a to-go cup... so considerate!), and by 6:15 or so we're out the door and I'm being driven to my car.

So what to make of all of this? Well, for starters, should he get another date (which is up in the air at this point), I told him that I leave for work at 6:45am Monday through Friday. Hence, Saturdays and Sundays are my days to sleep in. I asked him if he ran so early on Sunday mornings. When he told me that he did not, I told him that if we ever did this again he needed to invite me over on a Saturday night.

I felt like such a fool. Don't you think that mentioning to your overnight date that a 6am departure is part of the deal is kind of key? Especially when we're drinking late into the night and not getting much sleep due to our hooking-up? Thought that lack of disclosure was pretty much his biggest jackass move yet. And to add fuel to my fool fire, I had brought a change of clothes because I has assumed we were going to sleep in and then maybe go to breakfast. Wow, did I feel like a winner.

So that was yesterday and I haven't heard from him since. And tomorrow is Valentine's Day. Perfect timing. As if I didn't hate the "holiday" enough when I'm single, not I'm in this weird in-between phase. I doubt he'll call or do anything. I'm over it anyway. Back out into the dating jungle, I'm supposing... wish me luck.

The next installation...

Match.com, round two:

1. DC

We met at a local bar we both liked. Turns out it was trivia night, which I found to be very serendipitous, as I love pub trivia and neither of us had known it was trivia night there until we arrived. Primary issue: He was not as attractive as his photos. Issue #2: He reminded me way too much of the hypnotist I dated from okcupid (shite sight, by the way... don't waste your time. You get what you pay for and the site is free) who was super-cool and interesting to talk to, but who I ended up ending things with simply because I wasn't attracted to him enough. Anyway, conversation flowed, but then he obnoxiously yelled out an answer (the correct answer at that) during trivia. The trivia master got onto to him and he got defensive. Major loss of points (dating points, not trivia points) there.

So we had a few rounds and I told him I was tired. He walked me to my car, since it was cold and he had let me borrow his coat- positive points... but not enough to make up for the lack of attraction and the obnoxiousness of shouting out a trivia answer. So we hugged, and though I tried to turn my head for just a cheek kiss, he somehow still managed to score a peck on the lips. And not just any peck, a peck with a shock. Literally, an electric shock. If things had gone well, I would've taken this as a fortuitous indication of a spark between us (pun intended). But since I was already ambivalent at this point, it was just one more thing to blog about. He has been removed from my favorites and we have not spoken since. Enough said.

2. JM

3. A?

I caved...

... and got myself back on the online dating bandwagon. Damn. I know I swore that Online Dating and I would not be reuniting. And I'm sorry to let you (my three blog followers) down. It's just that the "No Date January" experiment (which I cheated on) turned out to be not so grand.

First off, I made the mistake of making a special exception to "No Date January" for Ohio guy (the one who said he was "transitioning" to Austin... see prior post for more info). On our third date, he took me to dinner at Whole Foods (for the second time). I know it's an uber-nice grocery store and all, but really? And on the night before my birthday? I'm no snob, but you taking me to a place with waiters and waitresses at some point would be awesome. Scanning our dinner with a cashier just takes a bit of the romance out.

After dinner, he took me to an actual restaurant (whoa!) to celebrate the engagement of one of his work colleagues. It was clearly one of those deals where he got invited after he had made plans with me. So, he opted just to bring me along. Things started off awesomely, as you would expect when you bring a third date to an engagement party. "Do you guys live together?" was the first question we got. "I'll let you take that one," I smirked.

I probably should have taken it as a sign when I stood up to go to the other side of the table to hear the engagement story and felt a sharp pain in my left big toe. My yelp emanated through The Cheesecake Factory and the entire party stopped to look at me, the random date. I felt awesome. So from where did this pain stem? Turns out a chair leg cover (the kind that keeps a chair from sliding) had come out of one of the chairs and I had the good fortune of stepping right on it. Damn thing looked like an oversized thumb tack. And yup, it went right through my boot and my sock and into my big toe. Blood and awesomeness. Happy engagement, strangers!

When something that could potentially give rise to litigation happens to a corporation, the staff wastes no time. Before I knew it, I had a "Cheesecake Factory Incident Report Form" in front of me and the managers were at my beck and call. After I stopped the bleeding with a napkin, the manager gave me a band-aid (even put it on himself) and asked me if I needed anything else. Like ice... or medical attention. I asked them if I could keep the thumb tack-looking chair piece, but they informed me that corporate needed it. That's when I had to play the lawyer trump card. "As a lawyer, I don't know if I feel comfortable with that." Their eyes lit up and then they told me... I could take pictures. For artistic flair (and for fun), I then placed the massive thumb tack on top of the Cheesecake Factory menu so their logo was uber-visible and took a photo. Love it.

You'd think maybe they would've offered to pick up the tab for my two beers, but no suck luck. Anyhow, I figured corporate would take a week or so to contact me, but much to my surprise... their attorney called me the very next day. Wow. All I told them is that I would keep watch on the toe and let them know if I thought I needed a tetanus shot. So far, so good. I'm still standing (pun intended).

Haven't seen Ohio guy since. Good riddance, Ohio. I am not your rent-a-date. But thank you for the two grocery store dinners. And for stealing another chair leg cover so I could have evidence of my own.

2. Neighbor

3. D

4. J

5. A

Those numbered items mean more later.

xo,

t.

Update

1. So C, the chivalrous, potentially normal guy who was "transitioning" to Austin from Ohio for work, lived up to every initial concern I had. The first time we met, I was like "so, you don't technically even live here? This makes me feel like a freaking OKCupid rent-a-date." And l am much more valuable than that. But he assured me he was in training to move to Austin permanently. Uhm, three UH-MA-ZING dates later, what-do-you-know, no such luck. "My life is just so confusing right now... I don't even know where I'm gonna be anymore." Wow. Glad, I gave HomeSlice a second and third date, enough to charm me and get me hopeful that this could potentially be legit. And glad I got him a cute little b-day present (3 weeks before my b-day, not that I got something for him to receive anything in return, but still... this simply serves as an indication of how much time he had). So, thankfully we never hooked up (which was a wise decision, because as much as he thought our kissing dynamic was "amazing," I was never quite on the same page.) So, with a text of "This has been crazy. I don't even know where I'll be next, or when. I'm saying I'm sorry, but we both kind of knew it could come to this from the beginning." Uhh... really?! Don't you think I would have appreciated some knowledge of your uncertainty of your future whereabouts at the beginning? Ugh, so done with OKC. And C and I actually had chemistry... thank bejeesus we didn't ever hook up.

2. Ex-BF

3. Neighbor Boy

Sound like...

1. The Naked & Famous SOUND LIKE Passion Pit

2. The Vaccines SOUND LIKE The Smiths

Looking for a FEAST

So when your 72 year old father starts emailing you articles like "8 Reasons Why You're Still Single," you know you've reached a new level of awesomeness. But I did read the article and one of them actually stuck with me. "You're too picky" was reason #6. The article said we shouldn't have a "laundry list" of things we're looking for in a potential mate. Why? Because people aren't sofas and we don't get to pick them to our exact specifications. Fair enough.

This whole idea kind of goes along with what I was saying earlier about online dating being great because it did the "pre-screening" for me. I genuinely thought it would make things simpler because I knew more of the suitors' "specs" before deciding whether to go out with them. An online dating profile is like a virtual test drive of a man without having to talk to them or touch them. Again, you'd think this would be a good thing. But I've found it's not because 1) it's just too much information provided too soon and we use this to potentially create a history with someone before we've ever met them and 2) oftentimes this "history" we create will be based on information that is false.

So you know online dating and I have parted ways. And no, we're not getting back together. Although, while home for the holidays this weekend, I met the new girlfriend of a rather "intense" friend from high school and how did they meet? e-freaking-harmony. I was floored. She was pretty. And normal. And they were really into each other. Why couldn't I be the poster child for eHarmony like they were? Was it really because they're in California and I'm in Texas? I don't buy that. We're all busy and there are people looking for legit relationships everywhere. Hmm. Ideas?

Back to this notion of being "too picky," maybe my dad's emailed relationship article had a point. So, in an effort to test this theory out, I revisited my (admittedly long) list of qualities a guy needs to have and reduced it down to FIVE. And how dorkishly cool is this... when I put the first letters of the top 5 qualities in a certain order it spells the word "FEAST." Muah ha ha. Now I can say things like "yeah, he was okay for a nibble but he was no feast." My how I entertain myself.

Okay, here it goes... the new, streamlined, top 5 for 2011:

F- funny
E- educated/ employed
A- attractive
S- stable/ sensitive/ sweet
T- tall (at least as tall as me)

There are so many other things I want to add, but I'm going to see how long I last with this oh-so-abbreviated experiment of a list. Argh. Sitting on my hands...

hmm...

Tonight C called and randomly invited me to dinner. I had had one of those days where everything went wrong and I really wasn't up for yet another date. I was even using my stove for the first time when he called. The fact that I was actually trying to cook, coupled with the fact I am going out of town tomorrow, made me initially decline the invite. On top of that, I told him, I had misplaced my debit card, had only $1 in cash, and didn't want to make him pay for me again. But he insisted. Bless his heart... his company gives him $20 a day for dinner (since he's in from out of town) and he said he wanted me to come with.

So he picked me up. And he even opened my car door. He was very playful and fun at the store, as he had been on our first date. He offered me his arm as we walked around. The conversation flowed as we sat outside and ate. We shared food and talked about the people passing by. He told me he loved how observant I am and how much I seem to care about my surroundings. It's true. And it's something that's always been true about me... not only am I extremely self-aware, but I'm also extremely cognizant of all that's going on around me. He even stood up when I left the table to go to the restroom and stood back up when I came back. I love when guys still have manners.

He showed me he had a softer side too, which I love. The store had just closed and the security guard was turning down everyone who walked up. A physically handicapped man was walking up when some patrons told him the store was closed. "Figures," he muttered begrudgingly as he turned around and limped back to his car. At the time same time, we both remarked how much that episode had pained us. He talked about how he had volunteered for the special olympics and how it had been one of the most humbling experiences of his life. I mentioned how sad it made me to see him have to turn around without getting his groceries, as every step to and from his car was such a struggle.

When we got to his car, he opened the door for me. And when we arrived at my house, I leaned in to give him a hug. I was hoping he would kiss me, but I didn't want to be the one to make the first move. He left his seatbelt on, so I made a quip about that. The vibe was there, so I kissed him sweetly on the neck/ ear. Then our lips kind of started dancing around each other. Maybe we were both waiting for the other to make the first move, but I wouldn't budge. Or at least I think I didn't. Finally, he kissed me on the lips and the real kissing began. And... it was phenomenal. He told me what a good kisser I was. I told him the same. I told him my theory about how I think it takes two people to kiss well. And we did. After a bit more making out and some joking about feeling like we were in high school, I thanked him for dinner and headed for the door.

I'm leaving town tomorrow and he's leaving town Thursday. He won't be back until the 9th, which is just a few days before my birthday. And his birthday is tomorrow... he'll be 29. I don't know where this is going or if it could be legit, but I like the way it feels.

Online Dating/ Tess Announce Separation

Online Dating & Tess

After five long months, Online Dating and Tess have announced their separation. "After long and careful consideration on both our parts, we've decided to go our separate ways," they say in a joint statement issued Dec. 21. "We entered into this with high hopes, but our differences of opinion as to what constitutes a good date and, ultimately, a successful relationship have become irreconcilable." Tess added: "While privacy isn't expected, it's certainly appreciated."

Online Dating & Tess: August 2010 - December 2010

Donesies

N the balding attorney was the straw that broke the online dating camel's back. I'm done. Immediately after I post this, I'm disabling my profile and going back to trying to meet people the old fashioned way. I'm tired of people lying about what they look like and what they're looking for. I'm the full package and can meet guys in the real world. The reason I did this was because I thought it was a way to cut through all the bullshit and "pre-screen" potential suitors. But online dating just adds more bullshit. You think you know more about the person going in, but that just means more of it could be lies. At least if I meet someone while out at a bar (ick) or shopping at the grocery store (does this really happen anywhere besides the movies?), the person starts out with me as a blank slate. I don't know anything about them except the fact that I'm attracted to them and it's up to them to create the rest of our history from there.

And maybe that's the way it should be.

Addendum

1. J the unemployed engineer: Handsome. Hipster. Beard. Cute glasses. Basically, totally my style. Everything was going well (yes, I realize he's unemployed, but he had saved up enough money while working as an engineer to live comfortably for 6 months or so, so he had a little cushion. I think that shows responsibility, don't you?) until his NY sense of humor got to be a little too much. I had told him how I passed the bar in another state but not in this state. Later in the conversation, I made some quip about how I'm the one with the "JD" after my name. His reply? "Not according to the state of [our state] you're not." I was floored. Such a mean comment about such a sensitive subject. And on the first date.

I'm usually not a confrontational person but I'm pretty sure at this point I responded with "the fact that I didn't pass the bar exam in this state doesn't cancel out the fact I have the degree." You could tell he felt bad. Sad even. His next suggestion? That we should take ten seconds of silence for him to think about what he did and then we wouldn't have to talk about it anymore. Nice gesture, but not enough to save the date. He walked to my car and again apologized. I gave him a halfhearted hug (he hadn't been completely offensive the whole time, after all) and left. Immediately, he sent me a text saying "I'm sorry I was mean. You are smart and gorgeous." Will never see him again. Remove from favorites. Next...

2. N the balding attorney: Just when I had just about convinced myself that I should stop this silly cycle of disappointment and pull the plug on online dating, N the attorney called and invited me on a spur of the moment Christmas shopping date. I said yes, being all about spontaneity. Not to mention the fact that he was a lawyer, he had a very funny profile, and he looked cute in his pictures. I can usually tell how I'm going to feel about someone within about a minute of meeting them. The second I walked in the restaurant, I knew it was a no go. Thinning hair but still wearing it long and combing it over? Abort mission! But alas, I had to play nice. We chatted over some pizza, where he proceeded to make small talk the whole time and never once ask me a single thing about myself. Not where I'm from. Not what I do for a living. I understand not getting too personal, but WTF?

So then I had to go shopping with him, which was extremely excruciating because every time we walked into a store together everyone assumed we were a couple. I wanted to shout from the rooftops: "Nope, just another crappy first date!" I think the combination of being on a bad first date and shopping and shopping at Christmas (all things I detest) made me a little tense. Perhaps in an effort to keep my distance, I kept walking really fast and really ahead of him. I made a comment about how I wished I had tried a different kind of pizza and he said "I wish you had too." When I asked him why, he told me I seemed "a little tense." Oh, keep in mind this is the same guy who bragged "I only go into the office about 3 days a week... I let MY STAFF take care of the rest." (emphasis added) Oh, and the same guy who invaded my personal space while waiting for the "Walk" signal and put his arm around me and squeezed. Seriously? Where was he getting any kind of vibe that taking things to the next level of touch would be okay? I would hardly walk next to him. I really did start feeling sick, so, when I used that as an excuse to leave after an hour, I wasn't lying. He walked to my car and I gave him a side hug with a back pat (basically the worst a guy can do minus a handshake at the end of a date).

Will never see him again.
Remove from favorites.
You know the drill.

Uber-update

OKC Dates

1. C the underemployed hobo- beers at DV, Waiting for Superman, brunch at KL, beers at co-op with W, brunch with friends, shopping on drag, disappeared

2. B the ?- Beers and trivia at SG, former Mormon, super hot and interesting, vibed well, no kiss at the end of the night, never saw each other again

3. J the CEO- fancy brunch at GP, interesting life but was very boring to talk to, bought my meal, never saw each other again

4. J the teacher- drove three hours to meet me, birthday party, never spoke again, maybe he was expecting me to invite him to stay over since he had driven so far? but we hadn't even kissed...

5. S the business owner- tall, handsome, seemed normal, bought my apps and drinks, then after started sending overly sexual texts (when we had never even kissed), never saw him again

6. J the ?- emailed me an hour and half a show because his friend cancelled on him and he didn't want the ticket to go to waste, cute but not very interesting, met him out again when he had been drinking, still not very interesting, never saw him again

7. F the musician- left a band a few years back that went on to become very successful, think he was still bitter about that, wasn't feeling it so I mentioned another date I had been on, he got weird when I mentioned that, said he had to go and gave me a side hug, texted me after he left and said "why did you meet up with me if you are already dating someone else?" I wrote back that it was just casual and good luck with everything. Never saw him again.

8. S the tunnel engineer- so boring, had to ask him about how tunnels are made in order for him to maintain a conversation, complete with tunnel graphics on cocktail napkin, everything in tunnel making is very sexual, by the way

9. E the doctoral student- not wonderful, not horrible 1st date, he paid... second date, we had both been drinking before so he was more entertaining this time, we did split the bill, met me out late night and seemed angry, didn't invite him over bc I wasn't feeling it, made out with him just to make him go away

9. J the hypnotist- salsa, drinks at DV, dancing, SB, sleepover with teens, Sunday Funday (date 6... we're dating but it's open... he's very liberal and only wants to know if I have encounters with anyone else and we can tell each other after the fact)

10. C the business guy- drinks and app at GM, liked him more until he disclosed the fact that he didn't live in [my town] and that he was only here for 6 weeks for work and he was staying in an extended stay hotel, didn't bail because he was really funny and we had some great banter, by the end of the night we were like a socially awkward comedy duo, we will see each other again

Dating tornado. Storm shelter please.

Wow. So it's been awhile. After online date #1 and #2 (both of which have already been written about), I kind of went crazy. I felt like all of October and November has consisted of test driving guys as potential boyfriends. Most didn't even get a second date. A few did. And of those few, a theme quickly developed: 1) How many subsequent dates would it take until I discovered their FATAL FLAW?

1. M- Great first date. He walked in with swagger. At forty-four, he was older than anyone I had ever dated. When he told me was a musician, I said "Oh, my ex-boyfriend is a musician too! He plays with [local musician] and [local musician] at [local venue] and [local venue] a few times a month. Who do you play with?" Needless to say, when he told me about his two Grammy nominations in the late 90's I felt more than a bit silly. I didn't want him to tell me the name of the band though. The fact that they hit their climax the year I was a senior in high school was enough. This is where I begin openly googling, desperately trying to figure out who this rock star of my youth sitting beside me was. In time, I got it. He was an attractive guy, but -not gonna lie- knowing who he played with made him that much more attractive. I have vivid recollections of singing along to his music with one of my first high school crushes. We were in his room, sitting on the floor, and their big song came on the radio. I believe we even tried to have have a pseudo-philosophical discussion about the lyrics.

After a few beverages and appetizers (which he picked up the tab for... guess the royalty checks are still coming in), we decided to head to venue #2. A good sign for a first date. This is where he got affectionate for the first time. And I liked it. We were that annoying couple canoodling at the booth in the corner. Granted, I was a tad intoxicated, but he was getting progressively sexier. A Texan version of Javier Bardem, perhaps? At my car, we had a marathon make out session and it was unreal. Such chemistry and such electricity. I almost didn't want to go. But I had to leave for work at 6:45 the next morning and spend the day molding young minds. And such molding did not include a tutorial on the ins and outs of my great date the night before.

Date two, he continued to amaze. We met in our cute little neighborhood and walked to a cute little restaurant. We stopped in the middle of the street and at corners to make out. This is how I want things to be. This is how it could be, I thought to myself. At dinner, we continued to canoodle. Part of me was thinking "wow, this could be real." The other part of me was thinking "wow, I cannot believe the guy from [band] is groping me right now." Ultimately, we ended up at his house and there were a few intimate encounters. I had never shared such closeness with someone after knowing them for such a short period of time, but I was somewhat okay with it at the time. I think maybe because I really thought he was looking to date and we were creating something. Something relationship-py.

Ultimately, I come to find out that he's recently (as in this year) divorced after being married for 10 years and has a five-year-old son on other side of state. When I started asking "what are we doing?" and "what is this?" (which, admittedly, is annoying... but sometimes a girl just needs a state of the union check) he bumbled and fumbled on his words and told me how he's "just new to dating," how he doesn't know what he wants, and all that stuff that guys say.

I wish I could say I took the high road and that we never had any additional romantic encounters. But our chemistry is just so damn unreal. It's almost like, at this point, when we're hanging out and not hooking up, it's just a formality that has to happen so we can get to the good stuff.

Bottom line? Not boyfriend material. But a great story to tell the grandkids. And the classmates at the twenty-year high school reunion.

2. N- Gave me his band's CD.

3. A- ACL.

4. P- Trilingual and hot. But square. And think he just wanted to get into my pants.

5. B- SidePart McDoubleChin.

6. D- Institutionalized because delusional.

7. M- Bentley. McMansion. Motivational speaker. Had had his accounting license revoked. History of domestic violence.

8. JC- Popeye t-shirt. "Entrepreneur."

9. N- Porn distributor.

10. C- Looks like a hobo. Works nights. Has a roommate. And a snaggle tooth.

11. B- $25K on cocaine.

"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.