Mostly still on my temporary hiatus from this blog due to lack of dating (meh) but I do have a short post for today:
Today I mentioned to my mom that I’d been going on some dates with girls over the last few months, as the topic came up and I knew it wasn’t a big deal. (I think the conversation went from groceries > to pasta > to Barilla’s recent remarks > to gay people > to people’s opinions about gay people > and so on…) What was her input? “I don’t think it matters if you date girls or boys. I think they both suck just the same. They’re all just people and I think all people just kind of suck the same!” (I think she mostly meant along the lines of the crappy side of dating and stress in relationships.)
Monthly Archives: September 2013
Hiatus?
Well, I did make it further than three or four posts, but I suppose you’ve noticed the lack of recent updates by now. Without many messages in my dating site inboxes, texts in my phone, or dates to go on, I haven’t had a lot to write about! I’m not sure how long this temporary hiatus will last, (it could be over as soon as tomorrow!) but until I’ve got something interesting relating to dating going on, there’s going to be some more of this! …Unless you’ve got a topic you want to hear my opinion on? Questions? Don’t worry, I’ll try to remember a story from the past to post about sometime this week. I’m feeling pretty blah about the whole thing myself, you know.
Lack Of Dates = Lack Of Posts
Flakey Girl flaked out again this week. I’m getting pretty tired of trying to meet her. The girl from last week never spoke to me again. This past week I’ve been going out a lot of nights for friends’ birthdays and you would think with all that socializing I’d have something of interest to report back, yet I’ve got nothing at all, really. I’ve been called out on my “strange habits” of dating different people by someone who’s always jumped from relationship to relationship, right into the next after one ends. Dating is obviously frustrating, but at the same time I’m not sure how happy I’d be diving straight into another serious relationship after a break-up. I wasn’t even aware it was an option most of the time. I’ve also been told I should be able to get any girl I want just by making them like me. When I stated “You can’t always make anyone you want like you,” he replied, “Yes you can. –You thought I was an asshole and now you’re still here talking to me.” Correction: I thought he was an asshole, confirmed it, decided to be polite, then continued speaking to him in an attempt to figure out why someone would be such an arrogant jerk, as my mind doesn’t comprehend mean very well. I didn’t get my answer. It seems like such a stereotype, but quite often attractive guys really are jerks. My dating site messages have been coming in slowly to not at all. I haven’t met anyone I’m interested in. I haven’t been asked out. So, this is what it’s like to run a dating blog when you’re not dating…I have also witnessed a lot of break-ups on my FaceBook newsfeed recently. I’m really surprised how in-depth some people get so publicly. “He cheated on me again…He keeps begging me to take him back and then breaking up with me…He blocked me on FaceBook…She is telling her friends I hit her when I never did…We used to be engaged…We were together for two years and engaged…I can’t stop crying…She threatened to kick me out again…” Why are these kinds of sentences publicly on your walls for your friends and everyone else who you just met once or twice many years ago? Shouldn’t they be in private messages?…And finally, here’s a message I answered today:
Random Guy: hey whats going on? maybe we can hook up sometime.. and get another girl? what do you think?
Myself: That might be what some people on this site are looking for, but you do know bisexual means being with EITHER sex and not both at once, right?
Random Guy: Yep so ru not down? Or ru interested…?
Myself: You can safely assume I am not on here looking for a threesome based on my profile. Also, as indicated on my profile, I’m currently interested in dating girls, not guys…So, that would be a no to your offer, as I am just searching for a girl.
A Few Notes
- I get the feeling I am not going to see the last girl I went out on a date with again. I don’t really have strong reasoning, but sometimes I get a certain vibe about a situation and nearly all of the time I’m right.
- I made plans with the flakey girl for Thursday, again. I’m planning on showing up and getting stood up. I’m still going because she answers text messages in such a strange way, I’ve become really curious about meeting her in person.
- I am declaring it much harder to get a second date with a girl than it is with a guy. In the past, nearly every first date I went on with a guy, it was almost always up to me if there would be a second date. I wasn’t that crazy about any of the girls I met recently, but I don’t think they’d have gone out with me a second time if I was!
- I haven’t received any messages on dating websites in two days (a record!)
- If you pay attention to someone’s internet habits (log-in time, updates, etc.) you can often infer a lot.
- I’m definitely tired of dating.
Third First-Date With A Girl
Before The Date
I forgot to mention that a few days ago I got a reply from a girl who I’d messaged over a month ago on the dating site. She apologized for the delay in her response and we exchanged numbers shortly after. I get the feeling she’s the chatty type because I received 9 texts in a row from her in a 10 minute span before I could reply, while I was at work. I’m not sure what she actually sounds like, but as I read her texts the voice in my head was that of an over-excited teenage girl. You know, a lot of “omg lol new shoes” type-talk. None of that sounds like my type, I suppose, but she seems friendly and I figure she’s worth meeting anyway. From what I can tell on her profile, our opinions clash about drug use, and though it sounds like the difference in opinion would be problematic in a relationship, I figure it shouldn’t stop us from at least meeting once. With that said, last night we made reservations for brunch and I’m off to meet her now…
After The Date
So that went well, I think! She was just as enthusiastic in person as in her text-messages and hugged me hello. Now that I think about it, she also gave me the closest hug goodbye any of the girls I’ve gone out with have yet. I forgot to bring up our differing views on purpose because I didn’t want to ruin it so soon. The date was short because she had to go to work, but I think we’ll see each other again. It was pretty much your typical “Where are you from, what do you do, do you have any siblings, how about pets, what do your parents do, where did you go to school” first date, so I don’t have much else to comment on that. We have a few little things in common and I felt like she gave off a lot of positive energy. Good vibes from her today. Though she has two cats and a decent job/nice apartment, she wasn’t at all like the other date I went on with the law school girl who was obsessed with her little dog. I didn’t feel like she was talking down to me or anything. She seemed fun and cute…We’ll see. Either way that flakey girl from my post the other day has been texting me and we’ve made plans for Thursday yet again. (But who knows if they’ll actually happen.)
Worst Thing I’ve Done
One of the worst things I’ve ever done in a relationship was when I was a mid-to-late-teen. I’d been with my boyfriend for some years and it was one of those situations where you haven’t really been in love before and you just assume this is it. At X-number of years old, I’m done. I’ve found the one. We’ll get married and have kids and never have to date anyone else again. This is as good as it gets. So no matter what you stick with it. You’ve never felt this way about another person and it doesn’t even matter what they do anymore. You’ve become so brain-washed into believing this person is the key to your entire romantic future, they could screw up and you’d just become frustrated rather than dump them. Needless to say we were on our way out of that relationship back then, but didn’t acknowledge it until a few years later.
One day we had one of our many, many arguments. I couldn’t tell you what it was about if my life depended on it because so much time has passed, but I’m going to assume it was something typical. He was late. He was always late. He’d keep me waiting 9 hours, dressed and ready for him to pick me up for our date, and I’d wait. I’d get in the car with 9 hours of build up anger, but I’d still go. His argument for not having great dates with me was that I was always so angry each day we’d spend time together. My argument for being so angry was dealing with him. But like I said we didn’t end it until some years after that.
So, I don’t know what I was angry with him about that day, but I was really angry. I was fuming. I don’t know what we were fighting about, but he was mad too. He was livid. Then I crossed some line. I still can’t remember what I said, but I pushed him passed some tipping point. He snapped and he spit at me. We had been walking along some street and I must have run ahead in anger to get away from him. When I turned around to face him again he spit in my face. He didn’t miss. And then I snapped. How do you retaliate to being spit in the face? Someone who you feel so deeply for they have the power to bring out the worst in you has spit in your face and you have half a second to react. I punched him in the face. It’s the one time in my life I’ve punched someone in the face. It’s the one time in my life I’ve really punched someone. Blood shone on his lip and in his teeth. We both stood there in some sort of shock. An immediate rush of guilt and sympathy ran through me. Suddenly I cared about his wellbeing again. Suddenly it didn’t matter he’d spit at me. The whole thing was ridiculous. I don’t remember the words, but I remember thinking “That was not okay. That was not okay to do. He’s going to think you’re a f*cking psycho. You’ve caused an abusive relationship. He’s bleeding. You made the person you love bleed!”
The walk back to his house was a lot more calm. The tone had shifted. The best story we could come up with to explain his mouth to his mother was “He fell.” As long as he said he fell she would know how clumsy he was and take it as the truth. The problem was no one falls on the side of their mouth without any other bruise to show for it. His mother looked at me immediately seeing through the lie. Then she gave him a “What did you do to her to cause her to do that?!” look. “What do you mean you fell?! How are you not more careful?! How did you fall?! You just fell!?” We went inside and after my hundredth apology we made up. That was one of the top worst things I’ve ever done in a relationship. What’s the worst thing you ever did?
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Still Very Much Single
You know, everything about The Dating Cycle is really starting to frustrate me again. I think at times I just sort of go on pointless date after date, just sort of floating through everything, but right now I’m feeling pretty frustrated again. For one thing, I’m getting about 5 messages a day on these dating sites. Great, right? Nope. They’re all from men with an extremely low match rating to me (I’d never have interest in them) and a lot of them are nearly double my age. This means no one is reading my profile to see what we have in common, or to notice that I indicate I’m currently interested in dating women -and someone close to my age. (I shouldn’t be surprised, of course I know people just look at the pictures –But if you’re about to send someone a message, seriously how do you not even skim their profile first?)
Then there’s the girl from a couple of weeks ago. Let’s go in order:
Girl messages me.
I reply. (We exchange a few messages over a couple of days.)
She asks me to meet her.
I ask when and where.
5 days pass.
I send her some question marks.
She sends me her number and asks if we can switch to texts.
I text her.
She says she’ll be free next weekend.
Next weekend is coming up and she tells me she’s free Thursday instead. (We have a time but not a place.)
Tuesday I ask her where we’re meeting.
She asks if we can switch it to Saturday.
Wednesday I ask her where we’re meeting Saturday.
We discuss an area, but no place or time. (She asks if we can discuss it closer to Saturday.)
Friday night I ask her what’s going on with the next day.
No reply until Monday. (She says she went away for the weekend again and wishes she wasn’t so busy.)
Her last text read, “It’s lonely not having time for people.”
My reply text, “It’s lonely having time and no people lol”
Her reply text, “Okay give me some time and ill give you a person”
My last reply text, “Haha alright fair trade”
(Because what better things do I have going on anyway? I’m really turned off by people being this flakey. It’s really not something I want to deal with especially when it comes to dating. I’m really not expecting to ever meet up with her. But somehow this is the most I have right now. This is boring.)
“To love is to suffer. To avoid suffering one must not love. But then one suffers from not loving. Therefore, to love is to suffer; not to love is to suffer; to suffer is to suffer. To be happy is to love. To be happy, then, is to suffer, but suffering makes one unhappy. Therefore, to be unhappy, one must love or love to suffer or suffer from too much happiness. I hope you’re getting this down.”
-Movie: Love & Death (By Woody Allen)
Going Forward
We are constantly on a forward path. (Putting theories of the flow of time and quantum physics aside for a moment.) Whether you have faith in a guided/planned path or believe random coincidences are just occurring, the connections between them which lead one event to the next remain undeniable. Do you ever trace them back to each other? How did you get to this very moment, right now? How did you reach this crappy, awful point in time, this incredibly blissful place, or this nothing out of the ordinary period? One event leading to the next and to the next. One meeting of one person pushing you towards another. One idea following action after action. I like the TV show “How I Met Your Mother” for this. You may have your opinion about the characters, or individual episodes, but the underlying idea of the series holds true within everyone’s lives. The real story of how you met someone isn’t “at a party,” “at a bar,” “on a website,” or “on a vacation” –There is an entire background of events leading up to your presence at that party, bar, website, or vacation (etc.) and it probably goes back even further than you ever thought about. Do you ever trace back the large milestones in your life and connect the moments which brought you to that point? Do you ever look back at all the links in-between? You wouldn’t be wherever you are if even one thing was just slightly different in that path you took. To the failed relationships which twisted you in one direction or another. The awful dates which helped you out of a rut you’d have never dreamed was related. I could say one of my first retail jobs caused me to fall in love with someone I wouldn’t meet until 6 years later, but that’s of course only through a long list of events which lead from one to the next, to the next, and so on. It’s the little ties in-between each event that bring you to the next. This relates to things getter better when they’re bad or worse when they’re great. Things are never really bad or good –It’s your particular point of view as they happen which deems them one or another. When awful news strikes of your ex finding someone new, it’s a highpoint in their life. When you get a promotion, it’s a low point for someone else seeking the position. In the bigger picture, events happen. Bad things happen to good people and good things happen to good people. Good things happen to bad people and bad things happen to bad people. Neither are good or bad, they just are. We label them as we see fit. We label them as we see fit in our lives, in our opinions, from our perspectives, and on our planet. We never question events comparing them to the universe around us, the planets and the stars. (Putting astrology aside if that’s something you believe in.) We sulk when things don’t go well for us, we stress over difficult moments, and we rejoice when we get what we wanted. There is nothing wrong with the emotions, but with pegging them and the events as final settling points. They’re all merely passing moments leading to the next. Marriages, divorces, cities, friends, jobs, break-ups, personal accomplishments, loss, wealth, love, and so on –cannot be thought of say-all end-points.
We are all in a constant state of change. It’s a constant pull of relationships failing, jobs changing, financial situations crumbling or stabilizing, purchases, routes we take home, things we read, and people we interact with at any given moment –All which lead us up to the exact moment we’re in. If the bad days direct you towards the good days, should we still consider them bad days? We are all connected whether we’d like to think of it that way or not. Tiny connections spread out and across vast distances all working together with the slightest of impact on one another, expanding out and out at all times, bringing each other towards each other, pushing each other away, and leading ourselves this way and that. If you believe in fate/destiny then that is the end all workup we’re getting to. If you don’t, then it’s random, but still a point in time with events causing that very moment. All too often we’re focusing on the immediate. All too often we’re holding onto what was when it was amazing, and forgetting what hurt us. It’s never about the lead up. It’s never about the next big thing we can’t yet see. It’s always about what we lost now and not what it means we’re about to find. There is no complete. There is no perfect. There is no settled and done. Everything about our lives is on-going. You never finish. There is no one to race against. You can’t meet someone who has their career, husband/wife, children, car, house, and everything they worked to get, who is finished, completely stable, content, and completed their life. It doesn’t exist because there will always be a change in one of those things. There will always be something else to strive for. There will always be a next thing. The way you perceive a person, is not usually the same way that person perceives their life. There are people that are happy. There are people that don’t want a thing. There are people that are happy with what they have. But not one of them is happy because they’ve completed their life. They have accepted what is. There is always something next. There is always something else, someone else, somewhere else. While alive, there is something else. That’s what life is. It’s the events that keep on coming. The “bad,” the “good,” and everything in-between, they’re just markers, just launch points for what’s next to come. Lives are ever changing and ever connected to the events which unfold within them. Event to event to event to event to an unknown destination and it isn’t about a single one of those events or a single person in them. It’s simply the ride in-between them. We need to stop trying to complete our lives and live them instead. You can’t miss what you’ve lost because it was only an emotion-filled event to get you to the next. There are times it will lack what you want it to and times where you will have everything you want in its’ place. Neither of these periods will be permanent, but they will lead you to who/where/what is next. And half the time it will never be what you’d expect. It’s all about what’s next. It’s all about going forward towards whatever there may be.
“A lot of people seem to have some kind of internal to do list. They have this compelling need to get things done, but it’s hard. When you finish one thing, it usually means it’s time to move onto the next item on the list. The list never quite gets done. We’re forever in a state of unfinished-ness.”
“If you stand too close to a painting, all you see are patches of color, if you stand too far back, you can’t see any of the detail. Right now this is your particular perspective.”
-Television Show: “Dead Like Me”
“When one door of happiness closes, another opens; but often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one which has opened for us.”
-Helen Keller
Dateless Again
So, Saturday’s date never happened. No big surprise there. She was extremely flakey when we were trying to schedule a meet up, so I was mostly expecting her to flake out again. And of course after the way Friday’s date went, I don’t think I’ll being seeing her again. …So, I suppose I’m back at the start again, (again, again, again, again.) So, let’s look at the promising messages in my inbox today!…
Random Guy: Hey there me an my girl are looking for a partner she is 35
Myself: No thanks, I’m not looking for couples.
Random Guy: What are you looking for
[Because you will suddenly be able to be whatever I’m looking for?]
Myself: A girl under 30 to date/eventually have a relationship with.
[Okay, so maybe I’m not that strict with age and would date someone 30, but he doesn’t need to know that]
Random Guy: What about a guy
Myself: Nope, did that for the last [MY EXACT AGE CENSORED] years, taking a break from them at this time.
Random Guy: Ok I’m single the girl I’m wit is just a friends we have sex sometimes
[Oh, well then that changes everything, why didn’t you say so in the first place…]
Myself: Yeah, not what I’m interested in.
Random Guy: Ok but
[No! No but’s! This is not a situation where a “but” fits in! We’re done here!]
Myself: Good luck on your search!
Random Guy: You to if you wan to have fun let me no
[Yeah, you’ll be the first person on my mind if I decide I “wan to have fun”]
Random Guy: Hi. How are you? [NAME CENSORED]
Myself: Hi, I’m alright. Interested in someone under 30 and female, though.
Random Guy: Ok. I know someone who fits that desperation. But let me check with her first.
[NAME CENSORED]
[Uhh, what are you like a salesman? Oh, you need a size 4? I think I have a size 4, let me check!]
Myself: Thanks, but I’m just gonna stick to finding them on my own.
Random Guy: Lol. Ok. No worries. Good luck.
Second First-Date With A Girl
So tonight’s date couldn’t have gone that well or I guess I’d still be on it.
First the good parts: She was attractive, nice, dressed very similar to me, paid for my drink, and we could probably be friends.
Now the reasons I’m home by 9 on a Friday night: She said she had to go home to feed her dog. Her dog who she thinks of as her son. I’m an animal person and all, but she told me that she’s raising him Jewish. Mind you she also mentioned she wasn’t raised religious, but her family is Protestant. She bought him a sweater with the star of David, a yarmulke (yamaka), got a menorah to light with him for Hanukkah, and I’m pretty sure she mentioned a restricted (Kosher?) diet. Do I even need to get to the part where she did this annoying “Mmmhmm” thing after everything I said and constantly made me feel like she was looking down upon me? I would probably see her again if she asked me, but I’d steer it in the direction of something more friendly or just physical. I think the odds of us meeting again are slim based on her not ordering another drink, ending the night, and keeping her distance during my hug goodbye. I didn’t get the feeling she was as down to earth and open as I prefer people to be either. I think I was an okay date to her, though. I smiled when she spoke about the time she painted her dog’s nails red and I shared a story about my cats to participate. I probably should have come up with a better answer about what I’m doing with my life, but writing these very words in this blog –Do I honestly have a better answer? Overall it wasn’t so bad, we just didn’t click, just like most of the dates I’ve ever gone on. Time to repeat it tomorrow if that other girl ever gets back to me?
Mind Of An Over-Thinker
Before every first date…Should I wear this? What about that? This color sends the wrong message. Too low cut. What if I wear this under it? Nope. Well, this gives me no shape. That’s ugly, why do I own that? Too tight. Too girly. What if they dress casually and I’m too dressed up? What if I dress too casually? These shoes do not match this outfit. I can’t walk in these shoes. Is this “me” enough for a first impression? Jeans or dress? A dressy shirt and jeans? Is this shirt see-through? Only in the sunlight. What time does the sun set tomorrow? What’s the weather tomorrow? Is it going to rain? What do I do with my hair if it rains? Can these shoes get wet? Now how do I look good in this without looking like I spent this much time trying to pick it out? What time do I have to be there? How long does it take me to get there? I better write down the address. I better write down the directions. Do not drink too much. Do not drink too much. I wonder if I’m going to have to pay. I have to bring extra cash. I better only order things I can afford. I can not go home with them tonight. I can not bring them home tonight. I will not drink too much. I am allowed two drinks that night. Two. I will sip my drinks slowly. I hope they’re interesting. Am I interesting? What do I have to tell about myself? Do not mention that, or that…or that. I hope their pictures were accurate. I hate dating. We’re going to ask each other the same boring questions all over again. I’m so tired of dating. Keep your expectations low. Keep them low and it can only be better, not worse. Here I go, spinning around and around in the dating cycle again. Circling and circling…
(Waiting For Dates To Write About)
Besides having two dates for this weekend (provided they don’t cancel or stand me up) I’m feeling like things are going slow again and I’ve had less to write about. Here, have a look at some recent conversations from my dating site inbox…
Random Guy: How do they come up with this enemy percentage? I mean, does 45 percent of you hate BIG belly laughs until your cheeks are WET from happy tears?
Myself: What?. ……..
And, it’s based on the answers you give to the questions on here. I have found the match % is usually pretty accurate as the people with lower match %’s end up being those you’d have the least interest in.
[He had an extremely low match % to me]
Random Girl: interested in watching?
Myself: What?
Random Girl: me and my girl having sex…
Myself: No thanks, looking more to just date someone
Random Girl: gotcha
There’s Sex & There’s Sex
One question on a dating website asks, “What’s your opinion of the phrase ‘making love’ when it refers to sex? a) It’s beautiful, b) It’s hokey and over sentimental, c) It refers to a very specific kind of sex, d) It’s no better or worse than any other.” On that topic…
Of course on some level whatever vocabulary is used, the act itself basically remains the same, however there is something different about sleeping with someone you’re in a relationship with verses with someone you’re in a “no strings attached” situation with. If you’re not in love, this act is by no means an expression of love you share. While you can “act” or play some things out when you care for someone, there is no way to on demand produce feelings for another you haven’t felt any for. When you deeply care for someone the act itself becomes something with numerous emotions attached. A certain stress of their thoughts and feelings linger above you and your own. Catching a partner’s eye or smile in the middle is an entirely different wordless-conversation than with someone you’re with purely for the action…
If it starts in a dimly lit bedroom, in silence with a lingering look, slowly leaning in for a kiss, with bodies beginning to reach closer, followed by gentle brushes of hair and soft caresses on skin, silent requests with unspoken cues, following clothing gradually vanishing, eyes meeting at moments for an intimate exchange beyond touch and spoken word, and with movements in unison, beginning with acts which only sound poetic and distant from instinctive and primal ritual, it only seems erroneous to identify this as equivalent to what you might experience in other circumstances…
The above can be enjoyable, but compared to alternative situations, cannot possibly be lumped into the same category as shuffling through a crowd, and suddenly stumbling together into a graffiti-covered bathroom, being pushed up and against a wall, and quickly moving to remove articles of each other’s clothing, with hasty requests being spat out, eyes catching just a glimpse of the each other’s bodies, while grabbing hold of hair, with hands rapidly making their way across skin, and kissing like time is about to run out…
When you’re not in bed with someone you care for more than any other friend, a different tone is set. The focus may briefly shift, but the emphasis remains in a more selfish realm. Your concern isn’t necessarily for the other person’s satisfaction, and rather it’s directed towards your own. To be fair, of course one can’t expect to coast along without any effort given. It’s definitely a mutual exchange of satisfying acts, but without true concern for the other at a deeper level, it winds up with each individual seeking their own pleasure, above the satisfaction of the other. While it isn’t a meaningless act, it’s only meaningful to each individual, rather than being an exclusively shared experience. This isn’t to say one may not also find satisfaction themselves when giving pleasure to another. With that in mind, it does of course remain a united experience. Without an emotional bond, you’re free to shift the spotlight to your own needs. In a rush of a loss of inhibition, it can be liberating to let your self-interest exceed the expectation of another. If you ever find yourself in this situation, just remember everything in moderation is best. You will be walking on thin ice if you become too selfish and expect something from another without any type of reciprocation for their contribution. No one should ever “use” someone else, unless both parties are equally “using” each other. (Also see my post “Guidelines Of A Strictly Sexual Relationship” if you ever find yourself in this type of situation.)
Dating Website Conversation #15
…And so it continues…
Random Guy: hey, I’d love to get to know you– would you like to meet up sometime for a drink or do something else like going to a museum? I’m not a girl… but guys are cool, too! :)
-[NAME CENSORED]
[“Something else like going to a museum” really sounds like “Whatever I always see girls saying they like on their profile”]
Myself: Sorry, no thanks.
Yeah, guys are cool- but I did the seeing guys thing for the last [MY EXACT AGE CENSORED] years. I’m taking a break at the moment. Just don’t really have the interest at this time.
Random Guy: K cool :) dont blame u, I’m sick of girls. If I could, I would turn gay haha
[How does he go from asking me out to wishing he was gay?]
On another note, do you remember my post “Relationships On FaceBook”? I have now witnessed someone get engaged on my newsfeed, make a status update about breaking up, then five days later change their relationship status back to engaged with the comment “We’re back together!” We really need to figure out proper FaceBook relationship etiquette these days.
Back To The Bar Scene
In bed with a hangover, but the blog must go on! Last night I wound up with a group of friends at the lesbian bar I’d been to a couple of weeks ago and this time it was packed. I found it was a very different scene than my first visit, and with a few more drinks than the last time I didn’t have much trouble talking to anyone. Unfortunately, all of the girls I spoke to turned out to be straight and just there for friends or siblings I didn’t find very attractive. One woman tried to teach me how to dance and I did enjoy listening to a group of girls with an accent I really liked. Overall I had a good time, though I didn’t really get anywhere successful in my dating life…Except for one message I came home to in my dating site inbox:
“And would you be free to meet up for drinks on Thursday?”
It was from a girl who’d actually replied when I sent out another 10 messages a few days ago. I don’t know a lot about her, but I like the idea of meeting someone in person first to find out more. Thursday is the day the girl who texted me wanted to meet, and although we have a time, she never replied with a place so I’m not even sure that’s happening. I’m still keeping the possibility open so I asked if this girl was free a different day.