21st Centry Dating, for this Dummy

For my current, common but not very exciting dilemma I decided to ask Zach what I should do and then just follow the advice.

Mr. Impatient text messaged me. I think it's been three weeks since our only date and about one week after we last text chatted about a movie I apparently told him to see. He simply asked if I'd like to get together again. He was easy to talk to but there was no attraction and I'm pretty full on the "are we friends?" male friends.

In my mind there were a few options: Text back with some excuse, text back saying no thanks I'm not into you or no response.

To Zach this seemed like a no-brainer:

Zach: oh.. something totally vague

hmmm

i'm not sure...

you for sure don't want to?

me: yeah

I wasn't hot for him

and I don't really need a friend from Longmont

or any more male "friend" types anyway

Zach: ah

hmm

just ignore it

me: really?

isn't that mean?

Zach: no

it's the easiest way

you don't owe him anything

me: ok

Zach: i'd rather be ignored then get a "nah.. i'm not interested"

me: ok then

ignore it is

So Ignore it is.

I feel like this is a good example of how the combination of texting and trying to date the opposite sex is ridiculously overcomplicated.

Date One of Four

Date Rate: ♥♥

The coffee date with Mr. Impatient got moved to last night, which made me glad because it made room for my date tonight. Mr. Impatient lives in Longmont (-45 points right there, one point per minute of driving). Some people make distance work, I could probably even be that type of person but why bother when there are so many fabulous options in my neck of the woods, right Al?

So because Mr. Impatient impatiently pursued a date but did little to suggest where said date should occur I picked a coffee place in Westminster/Broomfield. Then it was at least close to my work and he didn't have to drive to Denver. I'm so nice.

He brought Connect Four and a book. He said the book was in case I didn't show up on time. I was exactly on time, he got there after me, thank you very much. The Connect Four he said he brings apparently due to experience with awkward dates. I guess it's good to be prepared.

My initial impression was not unattractive but not really my "type," translation: I don't hate yo' face but I could not really see myself pouncing on it.

We talked for a long time. This worked out well because after a while little inklings of conservatism seeped out of him. Until there was a full on, "I'm a conservative." It's not that I'm not open-minded (okay, I'm not); I just know myself well enough to know that I could not make it work romantically and in the long term with a self-proclaimed conservative. And here I thought the scariest thing I might hear on a date this week would be a confession of vegan-ism.

I think I ended up being the bad date, probably somewhat intentionally when I slightly forcefully suggested that easy access condoms to not make middle school aged children have sex. He disagreed. He lost.

I knew enough to know that it was probably time to call it a night. I think I stayed a bit longer and we discussed internet dating. This is always a horrible sign. Conversation possibilities have run their course in 1.5 hours? Time for laundry.

I can pull it off, I hope!

I'm a woman of the city. Just not Samantha, per se.

Monday Night: Coffee with Mr. Impatient
Tuesday Night: Undecided type of date with a new one, Mr. Jetpack.
Wednesday Night: Date of undecided type with Mr. Captain
Thursday Night: BBQ and Bowling? with a new one, Mr. International
Friday Night: "Date" with my Great Aunt and Family for her 95th Birthday! Wow!
Saturday Night: Photo taking date with Alissa and her husband. Possible 2nd date with Bruce and his 60's music at Sputnik.

Mr. BetterBike didn't call soon enough to make it to an evening date (unless Sunday counts), got to act fast Mr. BetterBike, I'm very popular.......this week.

The Dog Days could be over

A little update. I quit Chemistry today. It wasn't really giving me results and it was just making me feel guilty because I wasn't putting the work into it. So ciao Chemistry.

Rande is a good wingman. I wrote my phone number on some guy's arm last night at the HiDive. Then I tore up the dance floor at the Sputnik, Bruce was playing 60's music, how could I resist? Yay for going out on a Saturday night!

Looks like I will have a second date with Mr. Captain on Wednesday. He must have gotten the memo and decided to try to make plans further in advance with me. This time I will at least wait until I'm there to get my drink on.

I will have a first date with Mr. Impatient on Tuesday. I found out he lives in Longmont. A forty five minute drive each way? Not really down for that but it was too late to say no because of the distance, I guess. He was very persistent; with the right guy that's called interest with a guy from Longmont who hasn't met me yet it smells of desperation.

I will probably meet up with another guy I've been talking to for a couple weeks. He seems really nice and his job is training cyclists. Yes, perhaps I have ulterior motives but don't we all? Let's name him Mr. BetterBike.

Three dates in a week? Can it be done? Here's hoping. See you friends and family in two weeks.

I'm baaack

Yesterday, I seriously considered throwing in the towel. I miss my couch and I miss my friends and this all just seemed pointless. However in my better mood today I will soldier on. Love is a soldier after all. This includes reading/responding to over 30 plenty of fish emails.

I liked this line: "Whats going on? I just wanted to shoot you a message and say hi. You are very cute and have a great smile. Anyways you seem fun and outgoing, and maybe sane?" Ha ha that's a big maybe buddy.

Ok I KNOW I've seen this person's picture before so either a) the same guy has been sending me stuff and I never remember his pseudonym OR b) he's going around making different profiles. Time to use that block button.

Apparently I have a great smile. Or that's just a good compliment to throw on a girl, probably because it works.

Being harassed by someone to hang out, even though I told him before I left that I was going to be out of town. Maybe I'll show up looking weird. Or I could go on the date as Mr. Doppelganger, haha. Guess we'll call him Mr. Impatient.

I like when people are funny, "I mean how could I ask out a girl who was 5'5? You wouldn't even be able to ride any of the rides at six flags with me. Not to bring up a sore spot but, how will Santa get all of his toys built if your spending all your time with me?

Well we might be able to make this work but you'll have to quit your job as an elf with Santa and prob work as a lawn gnome or something. The old lady that lives next to me is hiring them at 10$/hour."

I haven't read them all but I'm starting to get nit-picky so it must be break time.