There's Something About Larry........

I had spoken to my Saturday night date several times on the phone and through email.  He seemed nice and I was looking forward to the date.  Earlier in the afternoon he had sent me several text messages trying to decide where we were going to go, at about 5:12 pm or exactly 5:12pm this is the text message I receive grammatical errors and all...
TSAL: How does diner and drinks..hunted house, horse and buggy ride to the confederate grave yard and ghost stories sound for tonight?
Now, I must tell you that when I received that text my girlfriend was at my house and we had the biggest laugh.
Me: Well if that's what you have planned.

So, he then decided on dinner or DINER in his case and a trip to Zanies.  So our teenage date actually was going to turn into an adult date.  He picked a great place to eat and we arrive.  Much to my surprise we have Larry and his wife waiting for us.  He introduces us and says, "This is my best friend Larry."  I am easy going so I go with the flow, but my wheels get turning as I am eating with There's Something About Larry, Larry, and Larry's wife and I say you know what I am going to invite my friends to Zanies.  I go to the bathroom make a quick phone call and have a friend and her guy friend lined up to meet us at Zanies.
As the dinner is going on, it was very odd conversation.  The entire conversation revolved around Larry and his new bride.  Larry's wedding, Larry's bachelor party, Larry's house, Larry's blah blah blah.  I knew more about Larry than my date and it was hard getting to know my date.  I felt like I was dating Larry.  And it seemed Larry was coaching my date.  Dinner winds down and we head to Zanies.  I tell my dateS that I have some friends meeting us at Zanies.  We get to Zanies, grab a great table and my friends arrive.  The ENTIRE TIME, There's Something About Larry is rubbing my back.  Now I like a good back rub, but not in public and not on the first date.  At this point I am more interested in my friend's cute guy friend than I am in my date.  The show is good but the back rub is NOT.  The show is finally over and we get to leave.  Larry and his wife leave first and then me and There's Something About Larry.  I knew in an instant that we were not a match. 

This morning the text came......
TSABL:  I think you are an amazing young lady and I had a great time last night.  You are beautiful and very nice.  I do want to have another meet.  I was really pumped up after our date cause I had finally went out with someone I really like.  I don't want to keep bothering you if you are not interested, but I think I'm worth it and I know you are.  Please just text me and let me know either way.  You are awesome BTW.

Me: No response.

Now, he is a nice guy but what does it say about a guy that needs his buddy Larry to be the filter for him.  Does my guy not know how to hold a conversation?  Is he scared of me?  Is There Something SO great about Larry that he thought I would be drawn to?  I am unsure about why he had his best bud meet him and his first date at a very nice restaurant but that sort of turned me off.  Now, I will plant my girlfriends in a bar and have them spy, but I would never just say SURPRISE we are having dinner with my friends.  I did not get to know anything about There's Something About Larry, but I know everything about Larry....

~ONWARD

My Cup Is Empty.........

So in order to get my dates in and still have somewhat of a life, I needed some dates to be in the morning.  So I chose to meet My Cup Is Empty for coffee Friday morning.  I arrive at a local coffee shop and he is already there drinking his cup of Joe.  I get in line to get my cup, but he sees that the line is long so he gets up from the table to join me in line which I thought..."Oh what a nice gesture."  Armed with my cup of coffee we sit down.  Now, I must tell you that I knew everything about this guy from his profile except one thing and that was the color of his eyes.  While talking to him prior to the date I had asked him about his eye color and he stated he would tell me later. Hmmmmm tell me later?  Do you have purple or orange eyes?  I was intrigued, so while sitting across from him I tried to look at his eyes the problem was he would NOT look at me.  He talked to me while looking across the room.  He would not look me in the eye when he spoke which has always said a lot about a person to me.  While not looking at me he talked about his family and how he was the only one left to carry on his family name and so for the next 52 minutes that is what he focused on BABIES, BABIES, BABIES, and more BABIES.  It was the longest 52 minutes of my LIFE!!!!!  After my pretty cup of coffee turned into just a cup I think we both realized that we did not have chemistry.  He walked me to my car and we said our goodbyes.  Sometimes you just know is not meant to be.

My Cup Is Empty....

~ONWARD

The Human Skittle......

SO YES, I am a day late with my blog but life happens and so today you all will get TWO for the price of One.  My date Thursday night was awful to put it mildly.  I am not sure who or what hit me over the head and made me agree to meet this man but I did and I went.  He chose a little pub and when I arrived he was already seated.  As soon as I saw him I looked for a way out.  Had he not spotted me, I would have bailed but he did so I joined him.  There was no way for me to miss my date because he literally looked like a human skittle.  I think as I approached the table I heard "Taste The Rainbow."  However, this was not a rainbow I wanted to taste.  His shirt was so colorful that I was glad that I made it through the date without having a seizure.  Not only was it colorful, it was silk and tucked into his stonewash jeans.  Then if those things were not enough around is neck was a gold chain.  I quickly look to make sure he is not wearing a pinky ring on both hands.  His stomach bulged so much that I thought at any moment that a burst of Skittles were going to emerge from it.  Now for those of you who know me you know I love to eat however, I ordered water thinking he would get the hint.  The Human Skittle did not, he ordered an appetizer a full meal and then dessert.  As I sat there wanting someone to poke my eyeballs out Skittle man was having a grand little dinner.  The conversation was dull and had I had a pillow I would have taken a nap.  The only thing keeping me focused was his shirt.  I could not take my eyes off this magical garment.  What is so crazy though, is as I sat and drank WATER and did not say much he apparently thought it was going so well that we should venture off to another local pub and shoot pool with his "buddies."  I wanted to scream..."DUDE, GET A CLUE."  But instead I pulled my old line and said sure I will follow you.  I actually got in the car and called a friend and said, "I didn't want to go."  She said "Don't go then."  At that point I did not want to waste anymore of my night especially holding a pool stick.  So once again he turned right and I turned left and headed home.

I got home and thought, how could The Human Skittle think this date was going so well that it should continue?  He had to have some sense that I was not having a good time.  Are we wanting companionship so bad that even at it's worse it is still better than being alone?  I am trying to figure that one out.  Because I am tired of coming home alone every night.  I do crave companionship but not at the risk of being miserable.  My companionship lies in the hands of my dear girlfriends right now until I find the right man. 

~ONWARD

Bringing Sexy Back...........

As I said in yesterday's blog, I was oh so looking forward to last night's date.  I got my nails done, my hair done and I had picked out the perfect outfit.  I was hoping that would be the night that I finally had a decent date.  The location and time was picked out and I was getting very excited.  Earlier in the afternoon I get a pre date text and it went a little like this........
BSB: You are gonna love the sport coat I'm wearing.  Baby SEXY is back well in 3 hours he will be.  You don't even know.  My hair slicked back. My fancy clothes.Changing the look of the world one person at a time. Ha.
Me: No response
Now, I will admit and say when I read that text the first thought was oh goodness what have I gotten myself into.  But since we had talked for almost a week on the phone and I enjoyed every single one of our conversations I overlooked the arrogant tone in that text.  So after getting some much needed rest during the day I was ready to go and out the door on TIME.

I arrive at 6:59, yes that is one minute early at a great restaurant.  He looks great and I do in fact like the tailored sports coat that he is wearing.  We finally take a seat.  Order a round of drinks and then he states that he needs to leave and go down the road for a pack of cigarettes.  He then gets up and leaves.  He is gone for about 15-20 minutes.  I literally thought that Sexy Back had gone to perform a concert or sale hair gel or was walking on a runway somewhere.  He then reappears with cigarettes in hand.  Now our meal was something out of a movie.  I did feel like I was in the movie Pretty Woman unlike my previous date.  If it was on the menu then we ordered it.  We had beef, we had pork, we had chicken, and seafood.  Anything anything anything.  The conversation was good and the food was even better. He continues to go outside and smoke and on one of his returns he states that some college kids thought he was Steven Segal and that he obliged and took pictures with them.  But I am sitting there thinking..."You are not, so why would you pose for a picture."  So everytime after that he stated, I am going to smoke with my "fans".  Towards the end of the meal he mentions that he has a great patio over looking the city, and we could go back and continue our date.  He also orders a cup of coffee and it is served in a very expensive Indian cup.  He wanted that cup to take home.  After asking two servers he then went to the manager and insisted that he have the cup to take home with him.  The manager finally gave in and the cup was his.  He looked at me and said, "You know why I was able to get that cup, because I am the best looking, best dressed person in here."  And yes I was still in the restaurant so he was including me in that statement.  I finally agree to go back to his great patio and he orders a bottle of wine from our server, opens it and takes it with us.

His condo is nice and his patio is very nice.  He asks me if I am cold and brings me a cashmere blanket.  Had I brought my bigger purse I would have snagged it.  We drink some wine and still the conversation is good. At one point in the night I go to the bathroom and decide to look in his cabinet.  You can find a lot out about a person by what is in their cabinet. As I look, it is completely empty.  LIKE NOTHING AT ALL!!  So I wonder, what does that say about him?  Is he empty? One thing I do know, he does love himself quite a bit which makes me think, could I love or even like a man who loves himself that much?  What if we did get in a relationship nothing would ever be his fault because he is perfect.  For example, he was married and the reason for the divorce was silly to him, his wife said he cheated but he claims he did not because the other girl "serviced him" and he really did nothing.  So since he is perfect how could he ever think he has any flaws.  He states that he is very nervous around me and I am not sure why.  As the date winds down he tries to make put the moves on me.  I respectfully decline and he asks why?  I state that if I do that tonight, you will not respect me in the morning and don't say that you will because you will not.  Before I leave he tells me he would like to see me on Sunday for a boat ride, I just hope his boat does not have FU**ENGRUVEN down the side.  I tell him to call me later and we will discuss Sunday and then I leave.

This morning I receive the text message:
BSB: How you doing sexy. (Guess now I am bringing Sexy Back) Thank you for a great evening.
Me:  You are welcome.  I had fun.
BSB: Still wanna get together Sunday if you can.

Now, I do like him but I wonder if I can get passed his also liking himself.  Confidence is sexy but over confident is not.  I have decided that if I do go out with him again, I would like a date during the day.  I am thinking maybe he will be toned down during the day.  Also, there is not many men asking for sexy time on a day date.  I want to get to know Sexy Back on a much lower key date.  I want to be able to talk to him without having an entire feast staring me down.  Who knows if this will go anywhere, but I finally did return a text message.........

~ONWARD

Wrap It Up....Your Therapy Session is OVER.........

Well, here we go again.  It is Wednesday and I must say that I am exhausted.  Not only physically but mentally.  To line up these dates you have to understand that I have to talk to a great number of guys in a day not to mention the emailing back and forth.  I think I need a dating assistant.  My date last night lived 2 hours away and wanted to take me to dinner and a hockey game.  I was actually looking forward to this date.  I love dinner and do not go to many hockey games.  As I have mentioned I am always late and I am trying to work on this, my date however was an hour and a half late.  So late that we did meet at the restaurant but we did not get to eat or drink because we had to make it on time to the hockey game.  As I meet him I immediately know that I am not attracted to him.  He has on sparkling white orthopaedic shoes, holes in his khaki shorts, a suit shirt on, and a baseball cap.  We go to the game and he is non stop talking, talking, talking, talking.  I am thinking at least when we get to the game he will hush.  Our seats are incredible, right on the ice.  I look at our ticket and realize he has spent a fortune on these seats.  Throughout the game he is still talking, talking, talking and his orthopaedic shoes are still sparking.  I enjoyed the game but was relieved when it was finally over.  We get back to the car and he literally will not shut up.  He is talking about everything under the sun.  It is getting very late and I am getting tired.  So tired in fact that I doze off while he is talking, to that I get a "Hey are you falling asleep?" UH YEAH it is 2:30 in the morning.  I felt like I was his therapist.  Now, I took psychology in college but damn.  I felt like I needed to send him a bill once it was all over. I sort of wished this was a therapy session because in a therapy session there is a time limit.  As I have said I want to get to know my date but do you really have to spill it all on the first go around?  Here is a little hint, if your dates eyes are shut and you are not about to give her a surprise then there is something wrong.  He finally releases me and I head home.

He has called and text me all day, with me not replying.  I did just tell my friend after all of this is over I may need to change my number.  After not responding all day I received an email.  I would re-write this email, however it is a NOVEL.  Basically to sum it up, he apologized for talking so much, he enjoyed me, he wanted to see me again, he realizes that I am not interested by the silence on my end all day, and he would like for me to know that I should just tell him instead of ignoring him. Maybe that is true but do I owe these guys an explanation?  Do I have to let them know anything?  Maybe I could use some suggestions on this question.  Is it rude for me not to tell a guy that I am not interested?  I feel like my silence should say it all.  Don't get me wrong, I think my therapy patient has a great heart and he was really sweet but the attraction on my end was just not there.  I can't force my attraction with him or any guy and I have to start standing my ground on when enough is enough of the constant talking.  I will end this by saying that I have been looking so forward to my date tonight.  My girlfriends think this might be the guy.  So I say that to say......STAY TUNED.

~ONWARD

FU**ENGRUVEN......... (FU**EN GROOVIN IS HOW TO PRONOUNCE)

Fill in the blanks for the above title and what you have there my friends is what my date has named his speed boat.  Really I should have stopped the date when he showed me pictures of his FAMILY boat and on both sides going all the way down the side of the boat is FU**ENGRUVEN. But I stayed and let me just tell you, I am unsure how or why I chose to go out with FU**ENGRUVEN.  He chose a restaurant that I am not too fond of, but I thought hey I will just order an appetizer and be gone.  After spending about 0.5 seconds with this guy I realized I have just wasted my Monday night.  I have NEVER eaten cheese fries so fast.  I wanted to leave immediately after eating but FU**ENGRUVEN had other plans, and those plans were to talk constantly and to talk only about himself.  I find out soon that he is in the Rodeo.  Yes, I said RODEO which explains his attire (flannel shirt and steel toe boots.) He talked about his ex wives, his step children, his real children, his FU**ENGRUVEN FAMILY boat. Also the fact that he is on the dating site at the insistence of his 8 year old daughter, how does an 8 year old know about a dating site?  She probably just wanted him out of the house some so she would not have to listen to him talk. All of this as I sat wanting to cover my face in the cheese that was smothering my fries.  I did not get in one word and when he did finally as me a question this is exactly how it went.......
FG: If you could go to three places anywhere in the world where would you go?
ME: UH
FG: TIME OUT, Let me tell you my three favorite places first before you tell me mine.
1) Gatlinburg
2) Destin
3) Niagara Falls
YES ANYWHERE IN THE WORLD and that is what he has chosen.
Now, do you think he knows my three favorite places?  The answer is NO because after he told me his three favorite places (all of which I think are featured on exotic places on the Travel channel) he then continues to talk excessively about himself.  He also then called his step children stupid idiots and I wondered if he would call my children stupid idiots if, I got hit in the head with a hammer and fell madly in love with this world traveler.  Having been a step child myself, I find it very insulting that he would find it ok to call any child these words.  Now I can't even tell you if he knew that I had children or not but for him to say these things about his own step children made me wonder if he had some sort of vomit of the mouth.
FINALLY it was over and he walked me to my car.  I thanked him for my cheese fries and I told him that I enjoyed LISTENING to him talk.  He then said yeah guess I should have let you talk some.  YOU THINK FU**ENGRUVEN?

Of course I received the text message:
FG: Thank you for talking to me last night..
Me: No response.

I love a guy that is confident and wants to talk about himself and his family.  What I am not too fond of is not even letting me answer a question that YOU asked me.  It is sooooo hard to get to know people these days.  You want to know everything about a person you are on a date with but there is also much to be said about a person and the way they listen and I did not get to see that side of FU**ENGRUVEN. So another day and another date.....

~ONWARD

Let Me Show You My Biceps.....

Here is the question for the day....Is age only a number?  I decide to go on a date with a man 14 years older than me.  I was a bit worried at first because he initially wanted to go to dinner at 5:30pm.  I mean I have always heard the expression, early bird special and now I was about to experience that for myself.  On the plus side, he picked a great restaurant so I was very excited about the night even though I knew I would need another meal around 9pm.  As I arrive and spot him I am immediately impressed.  He looks younger than me, he is dressed like a teenage model, has a huge belt buckle that says LUCKY (guess he was trying to say something) and was just a joy to look at.  As we sit down and start to talk I realize that I may be a tad smitten with this guy.  He is handsome, employed, educated, and athletic.  What's not to like?  I was actually shocked that I was enjoying myself for the first time on a date.  We were enjoying fine dinning and adult conversation.  He looked BETTER than his profile or profile picture.  HE then talked about college, work, kids, family, politics, religion (which I have always heard is a NO NO), and his workout routine which I found he is pretty fond of.  How do I know that you may ask?  Well, he pulls up his LONG SLEEVE shirt up and shows me his bicep.  At that point my RED RUN AWAY FLAG flew up and I had no idea what to say.  We are at a very nice establishment and he is doing the Gun Show at the table.  I ordered another drink, this time a double.  I got through the dinner and realize his EGO is bigger than his belt buckle but maybe he is nervous and just really wants to sale himself.  For the first time in less than a week I did enjoy the date even with the Gun Show.  We walked to the car and had a nice kiss goodbye and stated that we needed to do this again sometime soon, and I think I would indeed like to do this a second time.

That night I did receive a text message:
LMSYMB: Had a great time at dinner hope you made it home safe.  Would love to see you again soon.
Me: Sounds like a plan.

I realize that just because he is 14 years older than me does not mean we have nothing in common, he has the spirit of a 30 year old. I am worried though that what he thinks matters to me are material things.  I am not going to like a man because of his workout routine or because he has fantastic biceps.  I am more intrigued with what is in your heart instead of what kind of sports car you drive.  I want a man that is humble and that loves others and gives more than receives.  Humility is SEXY not a Lucky belt buckle.  But I must say that I did like him and maybe a second date is in order.  But the night and day is young and I have yet another date to get ready for so.......

~ONWARD

My Name's Not Lisa.........

Well, well well.......Saturday's night date was oh so fun and memorable.  My Name's Not Lisa and I tried to decide on a location and I suggested several places, but he was not interested.  Finally, he decided on a place which was a sports bar.  Now, I am a gal that LOVES sports and sports bar's but seriously first date and you want to take me to a sports bar??  My Name's Not Lisa is a musician and works for very popular singer, too bad I do not like this singer or I may have been more intrigued by him than I was.  So we meet at the sports bar that HE has chosen and we find a table.  He sits me directly under a TV and the date begins.  After about 10 minutes into the date I see that he has not ONCE looked at me but is talking to me while his eyes gaze toward the TV.  I realize he has purposely placed me under the TV so that he could be on a date as well watch his favorite college team. Now this makes me mad, because why assume that I want to be under the TV instead of watching the TV??  Had he said, my favorite team is playing let's go here and watch the game, I would have LOVED that.  But NO.  You had to act like you owned stock in this bar and that this table and my seat produced some sort of gold that you and I could live off of.  When in reality you just wanted to watch your beloved team and didn't want my head in the way.  As the night and the game wind down so does my patience.  We make our way to the bar area and My Name's Not Lisa knows the bartender and they start talking.  She is upset because a local musician has passed away that was a regular at this bar and they have a condolence card for all the regulars to sign.  They pass the card my dates way and he signs....Deepest Sympathy His name and LISA!!!  Now, I know many people want to know who the writer of this blog is, one thing I can tell you.......MY NAME IS NOT LISA!!!!!  After he signs the card he looks at me and says..."Oh goodness that is not your name is it?"  I look at him, shake my head no and just down my beer.  He then says, "Hey, lets go play darts."  I am guessing people named Lisa love to play darts, me on the other hand has NEVER played darts and do not find this amusing.  We walk next door to the other bar and what a shock all the dart boards are occupied.  He then says to me, "Hey there is a video game available, let's play that."  That was my limit!!!  VIDEO POKER???  On a Saturday night???  All, I could think about was, there is Kim Kardashian's wedding recorded on DVR that I have yet to watch and you want me to play video poker.  I tell him that I have an early morning and that I need to be headed home.  He walks me to my car and says..."I really messed it up when I called you Lisa didn't I?"  I said goodnight and got in my car.

Now the text message that is always so entertaining came later last night.........
MNNL: I enjoyed our date......(insert my real name here), I enjoyed my night......(insert real name here), I loved spending time with you......(insert my real name here), I hope to see you again......(insert real name here).  Good night......(insert real name here). 
Me: No response
Now, I know he was trying to prove a point by using my real name and not LISA in my text message but seriously???????  I am going on 30 dates in 30 days dude, if anyone should be getting names mixed up it should be me not you lame musician. 

So all of this to say, PLEASE get to know me and at least read my profile.  If you need to write my name on your hand to remember me then DO IT!!!!!  I want a guy that not only knows my name but wants to speak it more than any other word in the dictionary.  As I go into my date tomorrow, I wonder should I wear a name tag??

~ONWARD

Can You Please Wear Flats?????

I woke up this morning armed with a cup of coffee and the awful thoughts surrounding last night's date.  Since it was a Friday night, I wanted to line up someone I thought was attractive.  Now now, I know that may sound superficial but with the past 2 dates already not ending great, why not go for some looks.  We had decided on a place that actually was a great location so I thought this is a good start, and then the text message came......"Can you please wear flats?"  Now, I have my height posted on my profile so all I can gather is he is intimidated.  I immediately call one of my girlfriends and after much laughter we decide I should indeed wear HEELS!!!! I arrive to the little pub and he was waiting for me in the parking lot which I thought, "What a nice gesture."  After taking one look at him, it then hit me why he only had head shots in his profile.........Face of an Angel, body of a TROLL.  I am thinking, well if this thing goes anywhere I will save money by shopping at Children's Place for him.  As I tower over him we walk into this great little pub and listened to some music.  After a little while, he decided on another place that we could walk to, in order to "get to know one another."  On our walk he asks how many dates I have been on from the site, I tell him he is number 3 and ask the same question to him, he looks at me as if I had just asked his shoe size and says he does not want to answer that question.  And then it starts to happen, before we arrive at our next destination he is determined to find out if I will accompany him back to his house afterwards.  I tell him no, he then wants to know if he can come back to my place I again tell him no and explain I do not allow strange men in my home.  Once at our next destination the conversation went a little like this:
CYPWF: Will you come back to my house?
Me:  No
CYPWF: Will you come back to my house?
Me: No
CYPWF: Hey let's get a bottle of wine and go back to my place.
Me: No thank you.
CYPWF: I have an idea, let's go back to my place.
Me: No
If he asked once he asked 25 times for me to come back to his place.  After a draining game of back and forth with this little man,  I finally agree just so I could leave.  He was so excited I think he skipped to his car.  He wanted me to ride with him, which I declined and said I would follow him.  He then insisted he could bring me back to my car, I again said no that I would just follow him.  We get into the car and down the road we go.  As he turns right, I turn left and head home.  OH MY, Can You Please Wear Flats was not happy with my left turn.  He then proceeded to call me and text me for the next hour!!!  Where did you go?  Do you need directions back to my place?  How did you lose sight of my car?  I wanted to respond to that one and say it must be because I can't see you in my heels but I didn't. Are you ok? After an hour's worth of calls and messages he finally got the hint and stopped. 

As I sat at home I wondered, how does a person turn your NO into a YES?  Men turn women's no's into a yes and vise versa all the time.  Are we so eager to please one another that we are too afraid to be strong and keep our NO a NO?    I am on this journey to find someone that will respect my no and not want to change my no.  And also find a partner where mutual lust and mutual respect go hand in hand.  This dating thing is about getting to know one another and he was not interested in that with a bottle of wine back at his place.  He could get to know me over coffee or at a park but not at 9pm with a cork screw.  But all is well and the only thing left to say is........

~ONWARD

"A Guy's Gotta Eat"

Good morning all!!!  Well, Date #2 was last night and I am 0-2 right now.  The question I want to pose is what is a girl to do when a guy looks better on paper and in his picture than in person.  Now I knew I was going to run into this scenario at some point, and last night was the night.  I am sure that men on dating sites encounter this very same thing.  So A Guy's Gotta Eat and I had two prior phone conversations before meeting and he had actually cancelled on me prior to this date.  He chose the place which was a CHEAP mexican resturant.  Now I am not oppsed to cheap mexican, I actually enjoy it, but I thought for a first date this was not a good sign.  He sends me a text stating he is running late and to meet him in the bar area.  A Guy's Gotta Eat, actually calls the resturant and tells the bartender to give the stunningly beautiful tall girl at the bar anything she wants.  I am thinking, "This dude thinks he is filming Pretty Woman part 2" I mean really??  Anything I want??  Like free chips and salsa?  Well he finally arrives and he is NOTHING like his profile, but hey I am sure he will buy me cheese dip so we sit down for dinner.  He speaks Spanish which now I know why he picked this place and proceeds to speaks with our waiter the entire night in Spanish.  When I finally ask the waiter what A Guy's Gotta Eat is saying the waiter looks at me and says, "He says he loves you".  A Guy's Gotta Eat laughs and says actually I was telling him that you were paying for the meal tonight.  Being an independant gal, I tell him I can handle paying for my meal anytime.  As I eat my rice and beans and as the chips and salsa dwindle so does our conversation and date.  As the bill comes to the table he slides it in my direction.  I do not think twice and pay for the entire meal.  Again the long dreaded walk to the car and once again the lean in for a kiss, I gradually turn my head so he hits my cheek instead.  I thank him for a nice night and drive off.  In the car I think to myself, he called the bartender and told him to get me anything I wanted while I waited, on my tab I am guessing. I want to make clear that I am not opposed to paying for my meal or my dates meal, but have we lost the respect to even fight over the bill now days???  At least attempt to pay or at least attempt to pay for your own taco salad.  I know men have been paying for dinners since the turn of the century, but I have ALWAYS at least attempted to grab my portion.  It comes down to respect.  Now as you might recall in my very first blog I said that a wise MAN told me, go on as many dates as you can, because after all A Girl's Gotta Eat.  Well, apparently my date was told the same advice except it was A Guy's Gotta Eat.

Now, the past two dates I have wanted to blog as soon as I have gotten home but it is turning out that if I did then I would in both cases miss a great part of the date which is the next day text message, which in this case came at 7:15 this morning.....
A Guy's Gotta Eat:  Good Morning!! Thank you very much for picking up the ticket last night.  As a single guy I recogonize and appreciate the rare treat.  Thank you for your willingness and generosity. 

All joking aside, I am learning a lot about myself and the opposite sex.  We are all looking for someone to love and to be loved but the real question is "Do we even love ourselves?"  We all have a love story hidden deep inside of us just waiting to be told or written.  I will end this post with this, do not take love for granted and most of all value companionship.  Enjoy the now in life!!!

~ONWARD

Never Been Married........

Date #1 is over and in the books.  For my first date I chose Never Been Married.  He is over 40 and has never been married.  Not that this is such a bad thing but a bit unusual in today's society.  We had emailed back and forth over the last week and spoke on the phone a few times.  I actually cancelled a date in order to go out with Never Been Married because I felt we had great chemistry over the phone and through email.  We chose to meet at a local Italian place.  Now for anyone who does not know me, I am NOTORIOUSLY late all the time and I mean ALL the time.  I was however about 30 minutes early for this date.  What does it say when I am 30 minutes early, I have strategically placed my gal pals at a table where they can see me and have hand picked my server???  Maybe deep down I knew the chemistry that we may have had on the phone and email was not going to carry over to our date.  So he arrives about 10 minutes late and as I scan the menu he tells me he has already eaten........So you invited me to dinner to watch ME eat??? Strike #1, but  I am a secure girl so I do not mind being the only one at the table eating a slice of pizza. As we start talking I realize why he might deserve the name Never Been Married, this is a grown man with THREE yes THREE cats (Strike #2).  Now I am an animal lover, but when a single man has three cats then we may have uncovered the mystery as to why you are single.  As I down my pizza and my beer, I know that the chemistry from our previous conversations has not carried over.  I told him that I enjoyed dinner (alone) and thanked him for a nice night.  As he walked me to my car he leaned in a kissed me.  I drive home thinking this may be a long 30 days and know that I would have had a better time eating and drinking at the table with my gal pals.  I also know that I am tired, lonely, angry, frustrated, confused and discouraged. I go to bed thinking OH MY hope Date #2 at least eats.

Cut to this morning.  I awaken to several text messages from Never Been Married.........
NBM:  Need to See you again REAL SOON!!!
ME:  No response
NBM: Did you dog me already??
ME: No Response
NBM: I was thinking "I thought she liked me"?
ME: No Response
NBM: And to think I put your name with your number in my phone!!! (I DO NOT MAKE THIS STUFF UP)
ME: No response
NBM:  Calls me
After I listen to his VM I send him a text message.....Hey I got your VM, I enjoyed last night but don't think we are a match. I wish you all the best.
NBM: Yeah, you are right. You were fun and I liked kissing you, but I didn't feel anything. (Strike #3)

And as I always say.......

~ONWARD

The Month of Dates!!

Welcome to Thirty Dates In Thirty Days!!  I wanted to start this blog in order to journal and document just how exhausting dating can be for all single people out there.  Not just women but I am sure it is as exhausting for men as well.  After going on countless dates over the last 10 months and meeting one guy after another, and trying to find someone that is true, (without any luck) I decided to go on a dating site.  Since most dating sites charge by the month, I wanted to get my $34.99 worth of dating. And as someone once said..."A Girls Gotta Eat."  So armed with thirty days and a dating site, I am embarking on an adventure not only for myself but for all single people mostly single women out there.  This may be an exhausting and tiring experience but so is trying to decipher if someone is telling you the truth, or making sure they are really single, and making sure they are who they say they are.  This is not about me finding my soul mate or one true love this is about me finding "normal" and most importantly finding what I want in life and what I want from a partner.  I feel sharing this experience with other people will hopefully make other people realize they are not the only one out there and that this thing called dating can leave you drained, disappointed, and wondering if you will travel this life with a significant other or not.  So get ready for Thirty Dates in Thirty Days.  The names will have changed to protect the Innocent and not so innocent.  I hope you enjoy!!

~ONWARD