Maybe I'm on a lucky streak? 2 good dates in a row? With 2 different guys? This is something completely unheard of. I'm sure it has something to do with the awesome new shoes I've been rockin' all week (please note the pink elephant located on these sweet shoes)!
Regardless of my fancy footwear, which my date did compliment tonight, it was another fairly spectacular event. Not as intricate in the details as last night, but still a really good time overall. I met up with this guy in Philly. He lives near the art museum so we decided to meet near there at a local coffee shop. It was very cool, and we were pretty comfortable with each from the get-go. We had a lot to talk about, which isn't surprising to me, but it was in the aspect that I didn't feel like we talked about date type things. There was very little small talk, and a lot of deep discussion going on. I felt like he was someone I could talk to for hours.
We had coffee, and talked for nearly 2 and half hours and we really talked about everything ranging from politics to music to marriage (not between us of course, just the idea of it in general). It was natural and very non-date like. I had a large cup of coffee, on top of the excessive amounts of caffeine I had already consumed today, I talked a blue streak. I don't think he minded too much, he seems like the good listener type. I did apologize a few times for the amount that I was dominating the conversation, but he claimed he was very interested in what I was saying. And I really believe him. He asked me plenty of questions about myself, and I did the same. There was a natural give and take of the conversation. I know it's not the longest date I've ever had, and usually anything clocking in under 3 hours I usually write off as not enough time to make a good judgment call. However, because this date was just coffee, and no meal or activity to distract from the conversation, I will chalk it up to a pretty successful date. We parted ways around 8:45, so exactly 2.5 hours. The goodbye was a little awkward, he mentioned that he had been really nervous about the date prior, but had a really good time. I agreed and he said that he'd give me a call. No hugs, no kisses, nothing physical at all. I'm ok with that, because it wasn't that kind of date. I hope he calls. Whether he will or not, I'm not sure, but at this point I'm glad just to be dating intelligent people again (not that CK wasn't smart, we just never really had any conversations that struck me as intellectual), and getting my brain back into this dating business. I've decided I'll take brains over brawn any day of the week.
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Monday, January 14, 2008
Independence Day
Well, I'm back to dating. And I'd like to put my old dating habits behind me. You know, not overload my weeks with dating different guys. Except that's exactly what I did. The next week or so is just a busy week for me to begin with. This weekend is the time where I go camping with my friends (camping = renting a huge cabin in the Poconos, complete with fireplace and jacuzzi, drinking and playing games all weekend), so I'll be gone from Friday right after school until Monday. Thursday my mom and grandma are leaving for Florida so we're going to be having a dinner on Wednesday night. Thursday night is my training night at the gym, so that left only tonight and tomorrow open for dating.
Tonight's date went well. I'd be even so bold as to say that it went very very well, but I don't really want to jump the gun on this one. He had IMed me before on Jdate, and since I had been so caught up in the whole CK thing, I pretty much gave him the run around. I never said that I wasn't interested, but I was always very busy, just in case he asked me out I wouldn't have to tell him I was really dating someone else. Last night he asked if he could call me on his drive home from his parents' place in north jersey, and I wasn't doing much, so we ended up talking on the phone for over an hour. I really hate doing that before a date because it leads to false expectations I think. We decided to go out tonight (because it was the only night this week I had left... either tonight or next Wednesday!). I wanted to go to this cute diner/restaurant in Collingswood, and since he doesn't live far from there we decided to meet there. I warned him that I am frequently late, and he claimed that he's usually on time. Well, reverse that. He got stuck in a back up on the Ben Franklin that made him almost a half hour late and I was actually early, plus he got lost coming over the bridge and I had to call my friend to help get him there.
Once we got there, it really wasn't awkward at all. We had dinner, and shared a milkshake (2 straws and everything), he shared well... and I like that. We made easy conversation, and as far as I know, he has no girlfriend in Canada. About halfway through the date, we notice that they are setting up some sort of Karaoke machine on the table behind us. Thinking that we're going to be subjected to awful, out of tune renditions of Living on a Prayer, I almost suggested we get the check and go. Glad I didn't. Turned out to be Quizzo. Whoohoo. We made a pretty awful team at first (we were Team Salt - we got props for our classy name). He came around to my side of the booth, and we did the "same side" thing for the rest of the evening. We sucked at Current Events, round 1, scoring only 1 measly point, putting us in dead last. The next round was songs with numbers in the title, I kicked ass on this one, and he contributed to a few, but unfortunately we were still in dead last. The third round was Science Fiction which focused most of its questions on SciFi movies from the 80s, 90s, and today. He knew just about ALL of them. At this point, I think we moved into 2nd to last place, over Team OMG (they should've lost for a lame name anyway). The last round of questions was all about rain forests, and we did ok on that one, good enough to retain our status of 2nd to last. Now that it was time for the wager, we decided to go all in. Couldn't hurt us much, and if we didn't wager anything, we'd still lose anyway. The category was Hollywood promo stints. We both thought we were done for. The question - What 1996 movie was the first movie to air a commercial during the Superbowl and is the top 18th grossing moving of all time? (Or something like that) We hemmed and hawed over this for a few minutes. The answer I wasn't 100% sure of, but we took a guess on Independence Day (my suggestion). We were right, and ended up tying for second place overall. We got a $15 gift certificate to the restaurant, which was pretty sweet. He allowed me to keep the gift certificate, which was nice considering he had already paid for the entire meal. The wait staff and Quizzo folk were practically falling over us, gushing about how wonderful it was that we won on our first time here and now how we definitely need to come back again. It was kind of a strange/awkward way to leave things because we hadn't discussed if we would be doing something again.
After we left, we had to go to his car first so I could give him directions on how to get back to his place. We kissed in his car for a little bit, and it was a nice end to a really fun date. It wasn't the typical date that I'm used to, and I think I could get used to this.
Date tomorrow night, different guy.
Tonight's date went well. I'd be even so bold as to say that it went very very well, but I don't really want to jump the gun on this one. He had IMed me before on Jdate, and since I had been so caught up in the whole CK thing, I pretty much gave him the run around. I never said that I wasn't interested, but I was always very busy, just in case he asked me out I wouldn't have to tell him I was really dating someone else. Last night he asked if he could call me on his drive home from his parents' place in north jersey, and I wasn't doing much, so we ended up talking on the phone for over an hour. I really hate doing that before a date because it leads to false expectations I think. We decided to go out tonight (because it was the only night this week I had left... either tonight or next Wednesday!). I wanted to go to this cute diner/restaurant in Collingswood, and since he doesn't live far from there we decided to meet there. I warned him that I am frequently late, and he claimed that he's usually on time. Well, reverse that. He got stuck in a back up on the Ben Franklin that made him almost a half hour late and I was actually early, plus he got lost coming over the bridge and I had to call my friend to help get him there.
Once we got there, it really wasn't awkward at all. We had dinner, and shared a milkshake (2 straws and everything), he shared well... and I like that. We made easy conversation, and as far as I know, he has no girlfriend in Canada. About halfway through the date, we notice that they are setting up some sort of Karaoke machine on the table behind us. Thinking that we're going to be subjected to awful, out of tune renditions of Living on a Prayer, I almost suggested we get the check and go. Glad I didn't. Turned out to be Quizzo. Whoohoo. We made a pretty awful team at first (we were Team Salt - we got props for our classy name). He came around to my side of the booth, and we did the "same side" thing for the rest of the evening. We sucked at Current Events, round 1, scoring only 1 measly point, putting us in dead last. The next round was songs with numbers in the title, I kicked ass on this one, and he contributed to a few, but unfortunately we were still in dead last. The third round was Science Fiction which focused most of its questions on SciFi movies from the 80s, 90s, and today. He knew just about ALL of them. At this point, I think we moved into 2nd to last place, over Team OMG (they should've lost for a lame name anyway). The last round of questions was all about rain forests, and we did ok on that one, good enough to retain our status of 2nd to last. Now that it was time for the wager, we decided to go all in. Couldn't hurt us much, and if we didn't wager anything, we'd still lose anyway. The category was Hollywood promo stints. We both thought we were done for. The question - What 1996 movie was the first movie to air a commercial during the Superbowl and is the top 18th grossing moving of all time? (Or something like that) We hemmed and hawed over this for a few minutes. The answer I wasn't 100% sure of, but we took a guess on Independence Day (my suggestion). We were right, and ended up tying for second place overall. We got a $15 gift certificate to the restaurant, which was pretty sweet. He allowed me to keep the gift certificate, which was nice considering he had already paid for the entire meal. The wait staff and Quizzo folk were practically falling over us, gushing about how wonderful it was that we won on our first time here and now how we definitely need to come back again. It was kind of a strange/awkward way to leave things because we hadn't discussed if we would be doing something again.
After we left, we had to go to his car first so I could give him directions on how to get back to his place. We kissed in his car for a little bit, and it was a nice end to a really fun date. It wasn't the typical date that I'm used to, and I think I could get used to this.
Date tomorrow night, different guy.
Wednesday, January 09, 2008
Honest to Blog.
Ended things with CK last night. My day went from good and happy to raging mad to sad and done with it all. Here's how it all panned out. I sent CK a text message in the middle of the day, thanking him for coming out to Jersey, asking how his day was going... blah blah blah. Didn't hear back from him, and then proceeded to do some facebook research, and found pictures of the BFPE in Philly. On New Year's Day. AT THE MUMMERS' PARADE. I lost my shit. Completely. I went through all the stages of rage in a matter of moments (how many stages of rage are there? Is it like mourning? 6 stages? rage, more rage, extra extra rage, disbelieving rage, unadulterated rage, and I'll castrate you rage.) So, saying I was mad might be an understatement. Everything from the previous weeks clicked, with him having to "work" so much, not returning my texts, being inexplicably busy during New Year's. Rage. Pure Rage. I wanted to call him right then and there, tell him off and get it over with. I had sane rational friends with me at the time, and they talked me out of it.
I spent the rest of the evening agonizing and antagonizing the situation. I spent the entire afternoon/evening with friends just to keep from doing something irrational (that and my friend has Rock Band, and it kicks ass). I decided I had to do something before the girlfriend "came" (as if she hadn't already been here) or else I'd really regret it. So I sent him a text, just seeing how the rest of his day was. This was just the goad to get him to text me back. He replied that his day was fine, how was mine? I texted back "We need to talk." I think that is the most dreadful text anyone could send, but the only other thing I could think of to text was "LIAR!" (think: Carol Kane in Princess Bride). So we talked, and it was awful. First of all, he denied that she was even here. At all. And all I'm thinking is... well, I was looking at pictures. and I know they can do a lot with technology today... but seriously. She was here. On the streets of Philadelphia. And if he didn't know about it, well then that relationship is a lot weirder than I thought. But he stuck to his guns. He swore up and down that he KNEW she was not here. And I was not about to admit that I was stalking (ehm. researching) her on Facebook, so I said that I had a friend who had a friend at UArts who knew his gf, and mentioned that she had in fact been here on the 1st. I HAVE SEEN PICTURES. It's true. I would post them here, but that would ruin the poor girl's anonymity, and besides some of you might be eating or something when you read this, I don't want to cause any bodily harm to anyone. (that was low, yes, and it's not her fault her bf is a moron, but here lies a woman scorned... and my one friend did almost throw up when she saw the picture.)
So CK and I ended up talking in circles for about an hour or so. And finally it came down to this:
Me: I want to be with someone who wants to be with me.
CK: (getting defensive) if that's what you want to believe, then fine.
Me: I don't hear you denying it.
CK: I want to be with you most of the time. (meaning not when I'm being emotional or talking about what I want in this relationship)
Me: Well, that's not good enough for me, I want someone who wants to be with me all of the time.
CK: Why don't you take the week to think about things, figure out what you want.
Me: I don't need a week. I don't want to do this anymore.
And that was pretty much it. The BFPE is supposedly here, but who knows. It seems silly to me that she was in Philly... and then went back to Canada (and I do know - thank you facebook - that she did go back), just to come back to Philly for a week? Nonsense. But at least I'm done with this for good. I can't believe this dragged on so long. Not sure how long it will be between now and my next date, but hopefully I'll have something of interest to post soon enough.
I spent the rest of the evening agonizing and antagonizing the situation. I spent the entire afternoon/evening with friends just to keep from doing something irrational (that and my friend has Rock Band, and it kicks ass). I decided I had to do something before the girlfriend "came" (as if she hadn't already been here) or else I'd really regret it. So I sent him a text, just seeing how the rest of his day was. This was just the goad to get him to text me back. He replied that his day was fine, how was mine? I texted back "We need to talk." I think that is the most dreadful text anyone could send, but the only other thing I could think of to text was "LIAR!" (think: Carol Kane in Princess Bride). So we talked, and it was awful. First of all, he denied that she was even here. At all. And all I'm thinking is... well, I was looking at pictures. and I know they can do a lot with technology today... but seriously. She was here. On the streets of Philadelphia. And if he didn't know about it, well then that relationship is a lot weirder than I thought. But he stuck to his guns. He swore up and down that he KNEW she was not here. And I was not about to admit that I was stalking (ehm. researching) her on Facebook, so I said that I had a friend who had a friend at UArts who knew his gf, and mentioned that she had in fact been here on the 1st. I HAVE SEEN PICTURES. It's true. I would post them here, but that would ruin the poor girl's anonymity, and besides some of you might be eating or something when you read this, I don't want to cause any bodily harm to anyone. (that was low, yes, and it's not her fault her bf is a moron, but here lies a woman scorned... and my one friend did almost throw up when she saw the picture.)
So CK and I ended up talking in circles for about an hour or so. And finally it came down to this:
Me: I want to be with someone who wants to be with me.
CK: (getting defensive) if that's what you want to believe, then fine.
Me: I don't hear you denying it.
CK: I want to be with you most of the time. (meaning not when I'm being emotional or talking about what I want in this relationship)
Me: Well, that's not good enough for me, I want someone who wants to be with me all of the time.
CK: Why don't you take the week to think about things, figure out what you want.
Me: I don't need a week. I don't want to do this anymore.
And that was pretty much it. The BFPE is supposedly here, but who knows. It seems silly to me that she was in Philly... and then went back to Canada (and I do know - thank you facebook - that she did go back), just to come back to Philly for a week? Nonsense. But at least I'm done with this for good. I can't believe this dragged on so long. Not sure how long it will be between now and my next date, but hopefully I'll have something of interest to post soon enough.
Monday, January 07, 2008
Not Holding My Breath and Not Smiling.
It had been almost 2 weeks since I had seen CK before tonight. We had very minimal communication over the past 2 weeks as well. A few text messages here and there, and one phone conversation where he told me about the BFPE's impending visit. She is coming this Wednesday and staying through the following Tuesday. I actually think her timing couldn't be better. I have a busy weekend planned and will be spending most of my weekend in Philly anyway for a library convention (Yes, exciting). I wonder what CK would do if I asked him if I could park in his driveway while she's there. Hmmm.
Anyway, I was getting pretty fed up with CK's schedule of not being able to see me, and I resolved that if I did not see him before the BFPE came into town, I was done. For good. As it is, I think I'm resolving myself just to friendship with him for now. Once the BFPE leaves, that is. A lot of people have questioned my judgment on this and really, I need friends with some common interests at home. I have plenty of friends, but none that like the same music or want to see the same movies (case in point - tonight). So, I don't want to rid myself of his presence completely just yet.
Tonight CK actually drove out to jersey and we went out on this side of the river. I knew that this meant there would be no making out or sleepovers, but as I'm trying to do the friend thing... I'm ok with that. We went to dinner at a Thai food place, and of course, it was disappointing. I have yet to find good Jersey Thai. I am of the impression that it does not in fact exist. We had about an hour and a half to kill before the movie, so we went over to Target and shopped for some stuff he needed. It was one of those couplely things that people do, and I didn't like it very much. It seemed to completely contradict everything I was going for in the friendship aspect. The movie (Juno) was great, and everyone who recommended it to me was dead on. The only awkward parts I felt were the sappy moments where they are talking about what love is, and how you know if you've found it. Whatever CK and I have, it is NOT love. It's hardly like most of the time. I wanted to kind of pull my hand away from him and inch my leg out under his hand... it just felt awkward to be cuddling while people were discussing the meaning of love worth living for. Whatever that means anyway. I spend most of my time hating CK, and bitching about him. Because I see him so infrequently, it's very easy to do. I will get caught up in the romance of it for a moment and then as the days pass, I gradually move back into hating him.
I don't think I'll have to wait a few days for this one. When we were about 2 minutes from my house, he felt the need to remind me that the BFPE was coming on Wednesday. I told him I knew, and that after that, we'd go back to being friends. And he replied, for a little while at least. As if I'm going to get back together with him because he's so irresistible? I said, we'll see when we get there. As we got to my house there was a rather quick goodbye which consisted of a kiss on the lips, reminiscent of our earlier days of dating, and he said he'd talk to me in about a week. I looked at him and said, C____, I'm not going to hold my breath. And then I walked out. It was kind of a dramatic goodbye, and it felt really good. At least I have that to carry me over until the next time. Whenever that should be.
In other news of guys I no longer like... my school crush observed me today. Yes, he is my supervisor, so he does observe me for my job. It was a terrible lesson, and I felt like it was probably the worst display of teaching ever presented. I could tell he didn't want to be too harsh on me, and the actual paperwork was ok. However, I did get one comment that did not strike me as being too kind... he said that I should consider smiling more. I don't think that's a legit recommendation, I'm not a smiley teacher. That's just how I am, and I don't think that should be held against me. I have my post-op with him tomorrow, so we'll see. Maybe the combination of CK, the BFPE, and the crush all colliding at one time will be enough to rattle the universe and get some good drama up in here again.
Anyway, I was getting pretty fed up with CK's schedule of not being able to see me, and I resolved that if I did not see him before the BFPE came into town, I was done. For good. As it is, I think I'm resolving myself just to friendship with him for now. Once the BFPE leaves, that is. A lot of people have questioned my judgment on this and really, I need friends with some common interests at home. I have plenty of friends, but none that like the same music or want to see the same movies (case in point - tonight). So, I don't want to rid myself of his presence completely just yet.
Tonight CK actually drove out to jersey and we went out on this side of the river. I knew that this meant there would be no making out or sleepovers, but as I'm trying to do the friend thing... I'm ok with that. We went to dinner at a Thai food place, and of course, it was disappointing. I have yet to find good Jersey Thai. I am of the impression that it does not in fact exist. We had about an hour and a half to kill before the movie, so we went over to Target and shopped for some stuff he needed. It was one of those couplely things that people do, and I didn't like it very much. It seemed to completely contradict everything I was going for in the friendship aspect. The movie (Juno) was great, and everyone who recommended it to me was dead on. The only awkward parts I felt were the sappy moments where they are talking about what love is, and how you know if you've found it. Whatever CK and I have, it is NOT love. It's hardly like most of the time. I wanted to kind of pull my hand away from him and inch my leg out under his hand... it just felt awkward to be cuddling while people were discussing the meaning of love worth living for. Whatever that means anyway. I spend most of my time hating CK, and bitching about him. Because I see him so infrequently, it's very easy to do. I will get caught up in the romance of it for a moment and then as the days pass, I gradually move back into hating him.
I don't think I'll have to wait a few days for this one. When we were about 2 minutes from my house, he felt the need to remind me that the BFPE was coming on Wednesday. I told him I knew, and that after that, we'd go back to being friends. And he replied, for a little while at least. As if I'm going to get back together with him because he's so irresistible? I said, we'll see when we get there. As we got to my house there was a rather quick goodbye which consisted of a kiss on the lips, reminiscent of our earlier days of dating, and he said he'd talk to me in about a week. I looked at him and said, C____, I'm not going to hold my breath. And then I walked out. It was kind of a dramatic goodbye, and it felt really good. At least I have that to carry me over until the next time. Whenever that should be.
In other news of guys I no longer like... my school crush observed me today. Yes, he is my supervisor, so he does observe me for my job. It was a terrible lesson, and I felt like it was probably the worst display of teaching ever presented. I could tell he didn't want to be too harsh on me, and the actual paperwork was ok. However, I did get one comment that did not strike me as being too kind... he said that I should consider smiling more. I don't think that's a legit recommendation, I'm not a smiley teacher. That's just how I am, and I don't think that should be held against me. I have my post-op with him tomorrow, so we'll see. Maybe the combination of CK, the BFPE, and the crush all colliding at one time will be enough to rattle the universe and get some good drama up in here again.
Monday, December 31, 2007
Bored to tears.
I was bored this past week, CK went away to Boston, and I've been thinking... really, this whole girlfriend thing is lame. And I can do better. Way better. So I decided what this last week of the year needed was a date. End the year right. So I did just that. I met a guy online, we had great email communication, and I was really looking forward to meeting him in person. We planned to meet up for drinks on Sunday night. Of course because I had been so looking forward to it, it was doomed from the start. Disappointment abounds. I knew I should not have gotten my hopes up.
From the start, I was disappointed. He was less attractive than the picture he sent, which wasn't anything to write home about in the first place. Also, in the picture it was hard to see how tall he was or what his build was. Turns out he's a bit taller than me, and small framed. Not bad, but not good either. I had taken a risk and wore my heels that are pointy toed and about 2 inches. I was about even in height with him, but because I'm a bigger build, it just made me feel huge. I thought that could be worked out if we had really good chemistry. I've dated small guys before, and it's worked out. We were going to go to a bar on 2nd street around Chestnut, but apparently it's closed. So, we took a walk over to a bar that this guy thought was on the corner of 3rd and Spruce. It wasn't. 3rd and Spruce came and went, we ended up turning down Pine. Now CK lives on Pine, and all I'm thinking was, damn, I should've parked in his driveway and saved myself all this walking. The bar was past 2nd and Pine... so really, we walked way out of our way to get there, and it was rainy and cold out. Also, this guy was a brisk walker. Now, I like to walk at a fairly quick pace. I lived in the city for 2 years, I'm not going to be meandering down the street at a leisurely pace, especially in the rain. But I did have heels on, and I was doing my best to keep up. The quick walker though wanted to keep the lead. He walked a good 2 or 3 steps ahead of me at some times, and I honestly thought if CK hadn't been in Boston, I would've just turned around and go to his place.
We got to the bar, which turned out to be less of a bar and more of a fancy restaurant, and ordered some beers. We had really strained, not connected conversations for about an hour and a half while we drank the beers. If I thought this date was going to be a cure for my boredom, I was wrong, it was only increasing my desire to drink through the pain. Thankfully, my friends from school were at a bar in Old City not far from where we were supposed to be originally, and I told him that I had to go meet them. We each paid for our own drinks (there wasn't even an offer on his part), and we walked back down to Chestnut. Of course the entire time, he was still trying to outwalk me, practically running ahead of me. I wasn't going to risk slipping in the rain in my heels, I am not the most coordinated of people - plus I started working out with a trainer again this week so my muscles could give at any moment's notice.
I ran into one of my work friends on my way from the date to the bar, and when she asked me how the date went I told her that I would take a guy with a girlfriend hands down, so long as I don't have to do any more dates like this one. Yeah, it was that bad that it made me think, hmmm maybe this thing with CK isn't SO bad.
Fortunately, the bar had some good things in store. My friend's friends from high school also came out, and one of the guys there got to talking with me. He was funny, and probably really drunk, but we spent a good while talking and laughing, and it restored my hope again that I will not have to settle for dating a guy who has a girlfriend. I don't think anything will come of this friend of a friend, but it was nice to meet him and be reminded that interesting men that are not taken still exist. As for the quick-walker, I hope to never hear from him again. He'd have to be pretty dense to think that there was any chance there.
My last date of 2007, not so great.... but will there be better in store for 2008? Let's hope.
From the start, I was disappointed. He was less attractive than the picture he sent, which wasn't anything to write home about in the first place. Also, in the picture it was hard to see how tall he was or what his build was. Turns out he's a bit taller than me, and small framed. Not bad, but not good either. I had taken a risk and wore my heels that are pointy toed and about 2 inches. I was about even in height with him, but because I'm a bigger build, it just made me feel huge. I thought that could be worked out if we had really good chemistry. I've dated small guys before, and it's worked out. We were going to go to a bar on 2nd street around Chestnut, but apparently it's closed. So, we took a walk over to a bar that this guy thought was on the corner of 3rd and Spruce. It wasn't. 3rd and Spruce came and went, we ended up turning down Pine. Now CK lives on Pine, and all I'm thinking was, damn, I should've parked in his driveway and saved myself all this walking. The bar was past 2nd and Pine... so really, we walked way out of our way to get there, and it was rainy and cold out. Also, this guy was a brisk walker. Now, I like to walk at a fairly quick pace. I lived in the city for 2 years, I'm not going to be meandering down the street at a leisurely pace, especially in the rain. But I did have heels on, and I was doing my best to keep up. The quick walker though wanted to keep the lead. He walked a good 2 or 3 steps ahead of me at some times, and I honestly thought if CK hadn't been in Boston, I would've just turned around and go to his place.
We got to the bar, which turned out to be less of a bar and more of a fancy restaurant, and ordered some beers. We had really strained, not connected conversations for about an hour and a half while we drank the beers. If I thought this date was going to be a cure for my boredom, I was wrong, it was only increasing my desire to drink through the pain. Thankfully, my friends from school were at a bar in Old City not far from where we were supposed to be originally, and I told him that I had to go meet them. We each paid for our own drinks (there wasn't even an offer on his part), and we walked back down to Chestnut. Of course the entire time, he was still trying to outwalk me, practically running ahead of me. I wasn't going to risk slipping in the rain in my heels, I am not the most coordinated of people - plus I started working out with a trainer again this week so my muscles could give at any moment's notice.
I ran into one of my work friends on my way from the date to the bar, and when she asked me how the date went I told her that I would take a guy with a girlfriend hands down, so long as I don't have to do any more dates like this one. Yeah, it was that bad that it made me think, hmmm maybe this thing with CK isn't SO bad.
Fortunately, the bar had some good things in store. My friend's friends from high school also came out, and one of the guys there got to talking with me. He was funny, and probably really drunk, but we spent a good while talking and laughing, and it restored my hope again that I will not have to settle for dating a guy who has a girlfriend. I don't think anything will come of this friend of a friend, but it was nice to meet him and be reminded that interesting men that are not taken still exist. As for the quick-walker, I hope to never hear from him again. He'd have to be pretty dense to think that there was any chance there.
My last date of 2007, not so great.... but will there be better in store for 2008? Let's hope.
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
Holiday Cheer
Happy Holidays! However, I'm kind of over the whole holiday season this year, I'm ready for 2008. Last night I spent Christmas Day with CK. He had to work during the day, so the plan was to get some dinner later in the afternoon. I headed over in the evening to his apartment, and things were as per usual. We spent a little bit of time in his apartment. He gave me yet another mix cd, and a little present (a candle) that he had picked up sometime during the past week. I guess I should be glad that he's thinking about me, and making these little efforts to show me he cares, but I was rather ungrateful - and I think my exact response when he told me had gotten me another little something was "why?" Anyway, it was a nice gesture all in all.
We went to Chinatown for dinner, because really what else are two Jews going to do on Christmas for dinner. We did try to go to a Middle Eastern restaurant but that was closed, of course. After much driving around and walking into PACKED restaurants, we did find one not on the main stretch of restaurants. There wasn't a wait, and the menu seemed good enough (seriously, it's Chinese food - how bad could it be?). Actually the restaurant we went to was a Burmese restaurant but it tasted the same. Dinner was nothing short of awesome. We split two dishes, had some good Chinese beer (as per CK's recommendation - he had it in China), and discussed books, music, and just life in general. Things at dinner we good. If I could freeze the date right there and have it remain that way, I would.
We went back to his place, smoked a little, played some Wii, and made out for a while. Maybe it was my slight lack of inhibitions due to the weed (I hadn't smoked in years before last night), but I brought up New Year's, even though I knew he had already told me he wouldn't be able to make it to Brooklyn. He was flying in from Boston on the 31st around 7pm, and didn't want to go up to Brooklyn. Understandable... for most people. I took this as a sign that he just clearly does not want to be with me. I also invited him to come "camping" (in a Troop Beverly Hills kind of way) with my friends next month. I had been very hesitant to extend this invitation because the camping trip is made up of a select group of my best friend's friends and their significant others. It is rare that anyone who is not a very significant other is invited basically because if you attend camping one year as a s.o., you are expected to still be in the picture the following years. I have NEVER brought anyone to camping despite dating someone over this weekend the past 2 years. My friend asked me to invite him, and I do want him to go.... but he said no. I really got angry at him and we had what I guess you could consider our very first fight.
I basically told him that I was sick of him using me, although I couldn't really figure out what he was using me for (we don't have sex that often - nor is it worth being used for), and that after 3 months, I needed to know what I was doing. Of course, we can't have this conversation without the BFPE being brought up. He actually referred to her as the elephant in the room, and I replied, yeah, the Big Fat Pink Elephant... and then kind of laughed and he looked at me all crazy, but I didn't care. I still thought it was funny. He was really defensive at first. I told him I thought his relationship with the BFPE was silly, because really how often can they see each other, and (what I didn't say - but should have) that she's clearly interested in women, and he will never be what she wants (unless he becomes a woman?). He was angry at first, and I could see that we wouldn't get anywhere if I bad-mouthed her. I changed my tune then to basically explain that I've been extending my kindness and friendship to him, and I will stop if it is not appreciated/reciprocated/responded to appropriately. I also told him that in all intents and purposes, I am in this relationship as a relationship. I'm not dating anyone else. He needs to be honest with me about when he is going to be seeing the BFPE, and that I really need to be able to ask questions about her/them/the situation when I see fit - and he needs to be honest with me about it.
This is what I've found out: She is coming in January. She was supposed to be coming this week, and he did tell me that he wasn't planning on telling me. They don't talk as much as they used to, only once or twice a week. And I'm not sure over what medium they communicate (text, IM, phone). They have no plans for the future (I knew this). She is in school, finishing up this year, trying to decide where to go for grad school. That may or may not include Philadelphia. If it does, and she moves back here - they would get back together exclusively (this is the part that confused me) possibly, but they may not (Maybe the fact that she likes girls is hindering this decision?).
The whole evening had a quesy unsettling feeling about it. He did tell me that he and I are in a relationship, whatever that means. He went away to Boston for the rest of the week/weekend. I need some time to process what all of this is going to be. He also said he's going to make more of an effort when it comes to treating me like a friend and being a part of my life (he's going to try to come to camping at least one of the days). It's not as trite as this all sounds, although it's one of those conversations that puts a huge damper on the rest of the night. We just went to bed after that. In the morning before he left, things were fine. As I was walking to my car way too early on a day that I don't have to work (but of course he did), he called out that he was going to miss me. I just smiled and waved, and got into my car. I don't do conversations before 8 in the morning.
I'm ready for this year to be over.
We went to Chinatown for dinner, because really what else are two Jews going to do on Christmas for dinner. We did try to go to a Middle Eastern restaurant but that was closed, of course. After much driving around and walking into PACKED restaurants, we did find one not on the main stretch of restaurants. There wasn't a wait, and the menu seemed good enough (seriously, it's Chinese food - how bad could it be?). Actually the restaurant we went to was a Burmese restaurant but it tasted the same. Dinner was nothing short of awesome. We split two dishes, had some good Chinese beer (as per CK's recommendation - he had it in China), and discussed books, music, and just life in general. Things at dinner we good. If I could freeze the date right there and have it remain that way, I would.
We went back to his place, smoked a little, played some Wii, and made out for a while. Maybe it was my slight lack of inhibitions due to the weed (I hadn't smoked in years before last night), but I brought up New Year's, even though I knew he had already told me he wouldn't be able to make it to Brooklyn. He was flying in from Boston on the 31st around 7pm, and didn't want to go up to Brooklyn. Understandable... for most people. I took this as a sign that he just clearly does not want to be with me. I also invited him to come "camping" (in a Troop Beverly Hills kind of way) with my friends next month. I had been very hesitant to extend this invitation because the camping trip is made up of a select group of my best friend's friends and their significant others. It is rare that anyone who is not a very significant other is invited basically because if you attend camping one year as a s.o., you are expected to still be in the picture the following years. I have NEVER brought anyone to camping despite dating someone over this weekend the past 2 years. My friend asked me to invite him, and I do want him to go.... but he said no. I really got angry at him and we had what I guess you could consider our very first fight.
I basically told him that I was sick of him using me, although I couldn't really figure out what he was using me for (we don't have sex that often - nor is it worth being used for), and that after 3 months, I needed to know what I was doing. Of course, we can't have this conversation without the BFPE being brought up. He actually referred to her as the elephant in the room, and I replied, yeah, the Big Fat Pink Elephant... and then kind of laughed and he looked at me all crazy, but I didn't care. I still thought it was funny. He was really defensive at first. I told him I thought his relationship with the BFPE was silly, because really how often can they see each other, and (what I didn't say - but should have) that she's clearly interested in women, and he will never be what she wants (unless he becomes a woman?). He was angry at first, and I could see that we wouldn't get anywhere if I bad-mouthed her. I changed my tune then to basically explain that I've been extending my kindness and friendship to him, and I will stop if it is not appreciated/reciprocated/responded to appropriately. I also told him that in all intents and purposes, I am in this relationship as a relationship. I'm not dating anyone else. He needs to be honest with me about when he is going to be seeing the BFPE, and that I really need to be able to ask questions about her/them/the situation when I see fit - and he needs to be honest with me about it.
This is what I've found out: She is coming in January. She was supposed to be coming this week, and he did tell me that he wasn't planning on telling me. They don't talk as much as they used to, only once or twice a week. And I'm not sure over what medium they communicate (text, IM, phone). They have no plans for the future (I knew this). She is in school, finishing up this year, trying to decide where to go for grad school. That may or may not include Philadelphia. If it does, and she moves back here - they would get back together exclusively (this is the part that confused me) possibly, but they may not (Maybe the fact that she likes girls is hindering this decision?).
The whole evening had a quesy unsettling feeling about it. He did tell me that he and I are in a relationship, whatever that means. He went away to Boston for the rest of the week/weekend. I need some time to process what all of this is going to be. He also said he's going to make more of an effort when it comes to treating me like a friend and being a part of my life (he's going to try to come to camping at least one of the days). It's not as trite as this all sounds, although it's one of those conversations that puts a huge damper on the rest of the night. We just went to bed after that. In the morning before he left, things were fine. As I was walking to my car way too early on a day that I don't have to work (but of course he did), he called out that he was going to miss me. I just smiled and waved, and got into my car. I don't do conversations before 8 in the morning.
I'm ready for this year to be over.
Saturday, December 22, 2007
All over the place.
The holidays are here, and this is the first time in over 3 years that I've been dating someone long enough to actually consider celebrating the holidays with them. That being said, CK and I have no holidays plans. As Jews, the perfect Christmas really is Chinese food and the movies, like all the Jews in the area do, but CK is working on Xmas. Yeah, he worked on Thanksgiving too. I don't know what is up with that. I'm pretty sure there is no way he gets paid enough money for all this working to be worth it. We may hang out on Christmas Eve, and possibly tomorrow night as well.
We hung out last Wednesday. I know I'm way behind on the posts, but really I'm getting to the point where there is little new, and not much to say. Wednesday was the day I finished my grad program, for good. I was ridiculously over worked, stressed out, and under-slept... this combination made me overly affectionate. It was a good time, we were supposed to go to dinner, we never made it. We played guitar hero, made out, drank beer, ate cake, and I spent the night. The end. Oh, and he cleaned his apartment... however I suspect that wasn't for my benefit. Thanks to a little facebook research (that's what us librarians - yes, I'm official now - call internet stalking), I've discovered that the BFPE will be in the area very soon. I'm not sure when she arrives, or how long she will be here, or where she is staying even... but she's on her way. CK has not mentioned it, nor has he stopped making plans with me in the meantime. I have a feeling she may be here still over New Year's. If he does choose to spend the new year with her, well then I guess I'll have to kill her, and face that this relationship really isn't going anywhere. There's so little to say on the matter because really all of my information is based on one-sided facebook comments. The end may be near, and that's ok. My friend in Brooklyn is trying to set me up with this guy. Bonuses - he's tall and jewish. Not so bonus - he lives in Connecticut and is 25. Haven't met him yet... that will happen sometime after the new year.
In relationship news - 2 of my good friends have just recently gotten engaged. One just this past Wednesday while I was at CK's, and the other a few weekends ago. I can't believe I'm of that age where everyone is getting married around me. I'm so happy for my friends of course, but part of me feels miles behind where I should be in the grand scheme of things. I checked my holiday card list, and of all the cards I sent only 4 were to people not in a relationship. Yikes.
We hung out last Wednesday. I know I'm way behind on the posts, but really I'm getting to the point where there is little new, and not much to say. Wednesday was the day I finished my grad program, for good. I was ridiculously over worked, stressed out, and under-slept... this combination made me overly affectionate. It was a good time, we were supposed to go to dinner, we never made it. We played guitar hero, made out, drank beer, ate cake, and I spent the night. The end. Oh, and he cleaned his apartment... however I suspect that wasn't for my benefit. Thanks to a little facebook research (that's what us librarians - yes, I'm official now - call internet stalking), I've discovered that the BFPE will be in the area very soon. I'm not sure when she arrives, or how long she will be here, or where she is staying even... but she's on her way. CK has not mentioned it, nor has he stopped making plans with me in the meantime. I have a feeling she may be here still over New Year's. If he does choose to spend the new year with her, well then I guess I'll have to kill her, and face that this relationship really isn't going anywhere. There's so little to say on the matter because really all of my information is based on one-sided facebook comments. The end may be near, and that's ok. My friend in Brooklyn is trying to set me up with this guy. Bonuses - he's tall and jewish. Not so bonus - he lives in Connecticut and is 25. Haven't met him yet... that will happen sometime after the new year.
In relationship news - 2 of my good friends have just recently gotten engaged. One just this past Wednesday while I was at CK's, and the other a few weekends ago. I can't believe I'm of that age where everyone is getting married around me. I'm so happy for my friends of course, but part of me feels miles behind where I should be in the grand scheme of things. I checked my holiday card list, and of all the cards I sent only 4 were to people not in a relationship. Yikes.
Thursday, December 13, 2007
Melt(down)
Tuesday I sent CK a text to see if he wanted to hang out Wednesday night. We both are busy this weekend, I'll be in nyc, he has a work holiday party, so we won't be seeing each other over the weekend. I knew I'd be busy with grad school work tonight, so Wednesday night was really the only night I had available to see him. He's usually good about texting me back in a reasonable amount of time, so I was disappointed/discouraged when I saw on Wednesday morning that he hadn't responded. However, by my lunch time on Wednesday (I don't have my phone on during the day - so all texts are received when I turn on my phone), he had texted me back that he "most definitely" wanted to see me, and maybe we could do dinner in Philly? This was the plan until I checked my phone when I was leaving school around 4-ish, and CK had sent me a text that he had to work late, and would dinner around 8 be ok? I was fine with that, but if we weren't going to go out until 8, by the time we went somewhere and ate, it would be pretty late. So I suggested that I make dinner, and bring it over to his place when he was home for work. He agreed graciously, and I went to the market to get ingredients for the most delicious mac-n-cheese ever tasted. Seriously, it's sinfully delicious. I prepared the dinner, showered, and was getting ready when my phone rang. It was CK and it was around 7, so my hopeful self figured that he had gotten off work early and he was on his way home. Wrong. Quite the opposite. Now he wasn't going to be done work until after 8, and he was way outside the city and wouldn't be back home until 9:30 at the earliest. I was LIVID. I get very short with people when I'm angry at them, and CK was no exception. I was pissed. Not only had I prepared this entire meal FOR HIM, now it was all going to go to waste. Sure I could take some of it to school, and it surely would get eaten, but that wasn't the purpose of picking one of my best dishes to make. He apologized profusely, and asked if we could reschedule for Thursday. I told him Wednesday was the only day that worked for me, and that it was his loss. It was the best mac-n-cheese he'd never have. (I think I actually said those exact words.) I got off the phone and steamed about the situation. I feel foolish when I plan and prepare for something, only to be let down. My friend called me to check on my progress of the cooking, and when I told her that CK had cancelled, she solved my excess food dilemma. She and her husband hadn't eaten yet, and I was more than welcome to bring my delicious mac-n-cheese to her place. I agreed that it was the best solution and I wouldn't be sitting at home moping about not seeing CK. After calming down a bit about the situation, I sent CK a text apologizing for being rude to him. I explained that I was just bummed about having spent the time and money and effort to make dinner, to then have no one to feed. He responded that he deserved my rudeness and continued to apologize about not being able to give me more of a heads up about working late. I wasn't being particularly nice about it still, but I wasn't being awful... and I apologized, that's a huge step for me.
While at my friend's house, we discussed the situation in great length. She let me be mad and call him awful names, and she let me be sad and disappointed about not seeing him. In the end, we discussed that it would be better if I was able to talk to him about these things that night instead of letting them fester. I texted him around 8:45 to see if he was still working. He said he was just finishing up and on his way back to Philly. He'd be home around 9:30. I texted him to tell him I was coming over and bringing him leftovers, despite it being late on a school night.
We both got to his place at about the same time, nearing 10pm. When I got there, he had a present for me. It was beautifully wrapped, with a bow and card as well, which he claims he did the whole thing himself. He bought me a tire gauge, so I can prevent getting flat tires in the city more often. Not the most romantic gift I've ever received, but something I need? Yes. Was he thinking of me to make sure I got it? For sure. This is definitely a step in the right direction. I made sure he had some of my amazing dinner, and we talked. It wasn't too serious of a conversation at first. I let him know that I had been upset when he told me that he was going to have to work late, and why he couldn't have just told his boss that he already had made plans. He said that he had done that, and his boss said that she would call me herself to explain to me that he was not going to be able to make our dinner plans tonight. Seriously, for someone who's not like a high-power corporate exec or lawyer or doctor, he definitely puts in more work hours than I ever would. In the end, it's just a crazy week at work for him. His first full week back from China, a lot of work to catch up on, and not a whole lot of free time.
He asked me if I wanted to stay over and take a nap with him. By then it was nearing 11pm, and any nap then would lead to me staying the night. I hadn't brought any clothes for school with me since I wasn't planning on seeing him when I left my house. I opted to stay over, and get up at 5am to drive back to my parents' to get ready in the morning. In between sleep and making out, we did have some more good conversations - holiday plans, new year's, him coming to my place... all things that say to me this is moving in a direction that is positive. Maybe he's just feeling lonely due to the holidays, and maybe I'm reading WAY too much into all his actions. Whatever it may be, it still feels different than it did a month ago. The BFPE is still there, she still stares at me when I'm in that room. But her presence feels like it's fading, and it's allowing CK and I to be closer. Still - options open, if something else comes along, I'd be foolish not to pursue it. But seeking something new out at this point seems almost spiteful.
While at my friend's house, we discussed the situation in great length. She let me be mad and call him awful names, and she let me be sad and disappointed about not seeing him. In the end, we discussed that it would be better if I was able to talk to him about these things that night instead of letting them fester. I texted him around 8:45 to see if he was still working. He said he was just finishing up and on his way back to Philly. He'd be home around 9:30. I texted him to tell him I was coming over and bringing him leftovers, despite it being late on a school night.
We both got to his place at about the same time, nearing 10pm. When I got there, he had a present for me. It was beautifully wrapped, with a bow and card as well, which he claims he did the whole thing himself. He bought me a tire gauge, so I can prevent getting flat tires in the city more often. Not the most romantic gift I've ever received, but something I need? Yes. Was he thinking of me to make sure I got it? For sure. This is definitely a step in the right direction. I made sure he had some of my amazing dinner, and we talked. It wasn't too serious of a conversation at first. I let him know that I had been upset when he told me that he was going to have to work late, and why he couldn't have just told his boss that he already had made plans. He said that he had done that, and his boss said that she would call me herself to explain to me that he was not going to be able to make our dinner plans tonight. Seriously, for someone who's not like a high-power corporate exec or lawyer or doctor, he definitely puts in more work hours than I ever would. In the end, it's just a crazy week at work for him. His first full week back from China, a lot of work to catch up on, and not a whole lot of free time.
He asked me if I wanted to stay over and take a nap with him. By then it was nearing 11pm, and any nap then would lead to me staying the night. I hadn't brought any clothes for school with me since I wasn't planning on seeing him when I left my house. I opted to stay over, and get up at 5am to drive back to my parents' to get ready in the morning. In between sleep and making out, we did have some more good conversations - holiday plans, new year's, him coming to my place... all things that say to me this is moving in a direction that is positive. Maybe he's just feeling lonely due to the holidays, and maybe I'm reading WAY too much into all his actions. Whatever it may be, it still feels different than it did a month ago. The BFPE is still there, she still stares at me when I'm in that room. But her presence feels like it's fading, and it's allowing CK and I to be closer. Still - options open, if something else comes along, I'd be foolish not to pursue it. But seeking something new out at this point seems almost spiteful.
Sunday, December 09, 2007
D-Date
CK and I hung out on Friday night. We had talked earlier in the week about hanging out some time over the weekend, I was hoping more for Saturday night, since I had to be up REALLY early Saturday morning and didn't want to have to leave early Friday night. He invited me to go a movie screening of Japanese propaganda films that were created during WWII that were being screened at an art museum in recognition of D-Day. I wasn't so keen on the idea at first, I would have much rather hung out at his apartment, played some guitar hero and watch a movie (I'm a bit of a recluse in the winter), but I wanted to see him and he apparently really wanted to see these films.
I drove out to Philly to his apartment first, we had a nice reunion. We exchanged some holiday gifts, he bought me a beautiful Chinese fan that is hand painted, and I bought him some cocktail glasses that he had mentioned wanting once when we were out together and a large bottle of gin. (He really loves gin and tonic.) We didn't get to spend too much time catching up, I got to his apartment late and we were going to be late for the movies. While we were driving over to the museum, my front passenger tire started to feel very flat. I had noticed it at first when I was driving into the city, and thought that I should check it out once I got to CK's place, but I was running late and it slipped my mind altogether. I was stressing (and probably freaking out a bit) about the thought of having a flat tire so soon after getting my car, not to mention that my tires are probably 3x the cost of a regular tire, due to the drug dealer/pimped out look my car is striving for. CK was really amazing about being reassuring and calming me down. We drove all over Philly trying to find a gas station. Apparently, there are very few gas stations in the city, but we finally found one. CK totally took charge and checked my tire gauge, and filled my flat with air. He then proceeded to check the rest of my other 3 non-flat tires, which I thought was pretty awesome - considering we were late for the movies at this point.
We made it to the museum a little bit after 8, and only missed one of the political cartoon shorts, but caught most of the second one and all of the movie. His friend and his girlfriend were meeting up with us there, but they got there later than we did and ended up sitting on the opposite side of the theater. We cuddled and all that good stuff throughout the film, and he was being extremely affectionate. After the first movie, there was a short intermission, so we met up with his friend and girlfriend then. I for some reason did not feel as comfortable around this friend as I had CK's other friends that I met before Thanksgiving. They were more hipster-ish, and not that I don't like that, I just always feel so plain and mainstream (and I totally am!) when I'm around super hipsters. I was completely awkward, but CK was a little awkward too, so it was ok. We debated on whether or not to stay for the second film. I was exhausted at that point, and knew I'd pass out during the movie if we stayed, and CK felt the same way. But for some reason, we stayed anyway. And true to our word, we both fell asleep during the movie - my head on his shoulder and his head on mine, we were out cold. The movie wasn't very good anyway, it was American propaganda about an American raised Samurai who, in not so many words, was responsible for D-Day.
Back at his place afterwards, I knew I shouldn't stay too late or else I'd have to stay the entire night and get up at 5am. After a cup of tea and a lot of making out, I opted for the latter. We were up for most of the night, and I got less than 2 hours of sleep before I had to get up and leave. He was going to get up with me at 5:30, but I told him that was silly, and I'd be able to let myself out. He didn't argue with that one. He texted me later in the day, and we were texting back and forth throughout the day. I hoped that I'd see him Saturday night too, but he texted me at 12:40 in the morning that he had just gotten up from a nap and was going out then. I had passed out on my couch around 10:30 or so, so that was not an option for me.
There was something different about the way we were together on Friday, and even with the texts on Saturday. It felt more like a relationship, but there's still so much uncertainty. My options are still open, I'm just not finding anything else I want to pursue at this time.
I drove out to Philly to his apartment first, we had a nice reunion. We exchanged some holiday gifts, he bought me a beautiful Chinese fan that is hand painted, and I bought him some cocktail glasses that he had mentioned wanting once when we were out together and a large bottle of gin. (He really loves gin and tonic.) We didn't get to spend too much time catching up, I got to his apartment late and we were going to be late for the movies. While we were driving over to the museum, my front passenger tire started to feel very flat. I had noticed it at first when I was driving into the city, and thought that I should check it out once I got to CK's place, but I was running late and it slipped my mind altogether. I was stressing (and probably freaking out a bit) about the thought of having a flat tire so soon after getting my car, not to mention that my tires are probably 3x the cost of a regular tire, due to the drug dealer/pimped out look my car is striving for. CK was really amazing about being reassuring and calming me down. We drove all over Philly trying to find a gas station. Apparently, there are very few gas stations in the city, but we finally found one. CK totally took charge and checked my tire gauge, and filled my flat with air. He then proceeded to check the rest of my other 3 non-flat tires, which I thought was pretty awesome - considering we were late for the movies at this point.
We made it to the museum a little bit after 8, and only missed one of the political cartoon shorts, but caught most of the second one and all of the movie. His friend and his girlfriend were meeting up with us there, but they got there later than we did and ended up sitting on the opposite side of the theater. We cuddled and all that good stuff throughout the film, and he was being extremely affectionate. After the first movie, there was a short intermission, so we met up with his friend and girlfriend then. I for some reason did not feel as comfortable around this friend as I had CK's other friends that I met before Thanksgiving. They were more hipster-ish, and not that I don't like that, I just always feel so plain and mainstream (and I totally am!) when I'm around super hipsters. I was completely awkward, but CK was a little awkward too, so it was ok. We debated on whether or not to stay for the second film. I was exhausted at that point, and knew I'd pass out during the movie if we stayed, and CK felt the same way. But for some reason, we stayed anyway. And true to our word, we both fell asleep during the movie - my head on his shoulder and his head on mine, we were out cold. The movie wasn't very good anyway, it was American propaganda about an American raised Samurai who, in not so many words, was responsible for D-Day.
Back at his place afterwards, I knew I shouldn't stay too late or else I'd have to stay the entire night and get up at 5am. After a cup of tea and a lot of making out, I opted for the latter. We were up for most of the night, and I got less than 2 hours of sleep before I had to get up and leave. He was going to get up with me at 5:30, but I told him that was silly, and I'd be able to let myself out. He didn't argue with that one. He texted me later in the day, and we were texting back and forth throughout the day. I hoped that I'd see him Saturday night too, but he texted me at 12:40 in the morning that he had just gotten up from a nap and was going out then. I had passed out on my couch around 10:30 or so, so that was not an option for me.
There was something different about the way we were together on Friday, and even with the texts on Saturday. It felt more like a relationship, but there's still so much uncertainty. My options are still open, I'm just not finding anything else I want to pursue at this time.
Wednesday, December 05, 2007
In Memorium
So, CK came back from China on Monday night, and texted me to let me know he was home. I sent him a message back when I got up in the morning on Tuesday, welcoming him home. He sent me a text later and said he would give me a call later on. He didn't end up calling due to staying at work late and jet lag. But he did text me, which was fine because there was a lot of drama at my house that night anyway and talking would be bad. He said he'd call me today, so I was expecting sometime in the early evening/night.
As of today, it's been 14 days since we've had a conversation. I got a voicemail while I was at school today, and thought that maybe it was my friend in Peru. I was a little surprised when it was CK. The message started out normal telling me that he had a good trip, but then he started sounding really upset, and said his day wasn't going so well. He then proceeds to tell me that his cat is very sick, and doesn't know if he's going to make it. He said that he wanted me know because he knows how much the cat liked me. I'm not sure what I was supposed to do after getting the message, I was still at school. But I knew I couldn't just ignore it. This was the first I heard anything from him in 2 weeks, I was definitely flustered by this one. I don't think that we're close enough yet for him to be calling me upset when his cat is sick. I am glad that he did, but I still didn't know what to do about it. Before I could even decide what to do, I got a text message from him saying that his cat had died. I knew how upset he must have felt, and I didn't really know what to do. I sent him a text message telling him how sorry I was and knew how much his cat meant to him. Also that if he wanted some company, I'd be around. This was an honest text, I was genuinely upset for him. His cat was great, he loved me for some reason, was always curled up on me, let me hold him. I'm not much of a cat person, but this one was sweet. So, I was upset for him really because I knew that he was going to be devastated, and also a little disappointed because I knew this is definitely going to play a factor in the next few weeks (months?) that we hang out. Selfish of me, I know.
He responded that he was going to stay at his parents' house, but we'd hang out later in the week. I called him on my way home from work, just to check in with him, and tell him how really sorry I was. He was audibly upset on the phone, but we talked for a good hour. I forgot how easy the conversation with him comes. We really do have a lot in common, and a lot to talk about. He talked a bit about his cat, but I didn't want to upset him more than he already was. We talked about China, books, life in general. With no plans to see him anytime soon, I'm just taking it a day at a time.
A friend I was telling the situation to says this is my chance to step it up and be "girlfriend" material, to be there for him. Be there for him when the BFPE can't. I'm going to try. If this doesn't work, then really... I'm done.
As of today, it's been 14 days since we've had a conversation. I got a voicemail while I was at school today, and thought that maybe it was my friend in Peru. I was a little surprised when it was CK. The message started out normal telling me that he had a good trip, but then he started sounding really upset, and said his day wasn't going so well. He then proceeds to tell me that his cat is very sick, and doesn't know if he's going to make it. He said that he wanted me know because he knows how much the cat liked me. I'm not sure what I was supposed to do after getting the message, I was still at school. But I knew I couldn't just ignore it. This was the first I heard anything from him in 2 weeks, I was definitely flustered by this one. I don't think that we're close enough yet for him to be calling me upset when his cat is sick. I am glad that he did, but I still didn't know what to do about it. Before I could even decide what to do, I got a text message from him saying that his cat had died. I knew how upset he must have felt, and I didn't really know what to do. I sent him a text message telling him how sorry I was and knew how much his cat meant to him. Also that if he wanted some company, I'd be around. This was an honest text, I was genuinely upset for him. His cat was great, he loved me for some reason, was always curled up on me, let me hold him. I'm not much of a cat person, but this one was sweet. So, I was upset for him really because I knew that he was going to be devastated, and also a little disappointed because I knew this is definitely going to play a factor in the next few weeks (months?) that we hang out. Selfish of me, I know.
He responded that he was going to stay at his parents' house, but we'd hang out later in the week. I called him on my way home from work, just to check in with him, and tell him how really sorry I was. He was audibly upset on the phone, but we talked for a good hour. I forgot how easy the conversation with him comes. We really do have a lot in common, and a lot to talk about. He talked a bit about his cat, but I didn't want to upset him more than he already was. We talked about China, books, life in general. With no plans to see him anytime soon, I'm just taking it a day at a time.
A friend I was telling the situation to says this is my chance to step it up and be "girlfriend" material, to be there for him. Be there for him when the BFPE can't. I'm going to try. If this doesn't work, then really... I'm done.
Friday, November 30, 2007
Not for long.
Maybe the old saying absence makes the heart grow fonder only works if the guy you are dating doesn't have a girlfriend. I have to admit in the past week, I have definitely missed CK. I have missed the time we spend together, talking with him, and really being around him. However, I have not missed the constant worrying about the BFPE, nor wondering if he's talking to her, planning time to be with her, blah blah blah.
I think this past week has given me some good perspective on what I want. I am not going to write off the relationship with CK just yet, however I think my intentions and where I see this going has changed. I am definitely ready to date someone who only wants to date me. I am pretty much done with any of the drama that comes with being the "other woman," regardless of how far away she is and how little of a chance they have of actually being in the same place for an extended period of time again.
I am super stressed out this week with the end of grad school. In 3 short weeks, I will be done all of my classes and I'll officially be a librarian. The onset of extreme stress has led to more thinking about things in my life that I'd rather leave off my mind when there's little I can do about it. There is something about being 27, finished school, with a clear direction in my life and waiting around for some guy to realize that he needs to break up with his girlfriend that lives in another country. Hmm. Yeah... one of those things doesn't mesh with my "life plan." Not that I have a solid one of those, but solid enough that I know that I don't need to encourage things that don't belong. So for now, I'll enjoy the pleasantries that CK brings into my life. But unless things change dramatically, he's not going to be around for long.
I think this past week has given me some good perspective on what I want. I am not going to write off the relationship with CK just yet, however I think my intentions and where I see this going has changed. I am definitely ready to date someone who only wants to date me. I am pretty much done with any of the drama that comes with being the "other woman," regardless of how far away she is and how little of a chance they have of actually being in the same place for an extended period of time again.
I am super stressed out this week with the end of grad school. In 3 short weeks, I will be done all of my classes and I'll officially be a librarian. The onset of extreme stress has led to more thinking about things in my life that I'd rather leave off my mind when there's little I can do about it. There is something about being 27, finished school, with a clear direction in my life and waiting around for some guy to realize that he needs to break up with his girlfriend that lives in another country. Hmm. Yeah... one of those things doesn't mesh with my "life plan." Not that I have a solid one of those, but solid enough that I know that I don't need to encourage things that don't belong. So for now, I'll enjoy the pleasantries that CK brings into my life. But unless things change dramatically, he's not going to be around for long.
Friday, November 23, 2007
BFPE
Wednesday was THE night. Yes, I finally talked to CK about the BFPE. But I'll get to that later. The boring date details are first...
I had originally planned on going out with my friends from home the night before Thanksgiving. However, I had no desire to go to a local bar that charged way too much to just get in the doors to be reminded why I hated high school in the first place. I thought we were going to go out in Philly, so Tuesday night I had asked CK if he wanted to come with us. We talked on the phone for a while Tuesday night, and I kept thinking I should bring up the BFPE, but I never did. I made up my mind that if I did see him on Wednesday, I wasn't leaving until we had that conversation. So, when plans changed on Wednesday and my friends decided to go out in Jersey instead of Philly, I could have made the decision to not go out with CK, and not have the conversation.
When I talked to CK Wednesday night and told him about the change of plans, he invited me to go out with some of his friends instead. I was a little nervous about meeting his friends because honestly, I didn't know what I was getting myself into at all, and under what circumstances I was meeting these friends. I went over to his place around 9, and we hung out there for a while. I brought him books for his upcoming trip to China, like a good librarian (in 4 weeks!) should. Books are a level of contention for me, because I once dated a guy for a very long time (2+ years) who didn't read and it absolutely drove me crazy. Reading is fundamental for my happiness, and I'd like to share that with someone I am dating. CK originally pegged himself as someone with whom I shared similar book interests with, but apparently that was a facade, and he doesn't really read all that much. I am trying to change that by influencing him with my good taste in books.
Anyway, back to the date, we walked over to his friends apartment. I was really nervous because it's been almost 2 years since I've met the friends of a guy I'm dating. We got to his friend's apartment and we had some drinks with his friend (roommate from college), his friend's girlfriend, another friend from college and her roommate. It was definitely awkward at first but all of his friends were really nice, and I felt at ease quickly. We had a drink at his friend's apartment then headed over to a bar not far from the apartment. Despite being the night before Thanksgiving, the bar was basically empty, and there were great drink specials. The one time it's great to drink in the city? When everyone leaves to go home to drink in the suburbs!
We went from one bar to another when his friends were hungry and wanted to get some food. Up until this point it had been pretty casual between CK and myself. There had been a few affectionate moments, but nothing really that would differentiate me from just another friend. At the second bar, for most of the time CK had his hand on my leg or my arm, or something that made it a bit clearer to me that he was bringing me out with his friends as someone he considered to be more than a friend. After a few more rounds of beer and some pizza, I was definitely having a difficult time staying awake and functioning at normal speed.
Around 2 in the morning, we got back to CK's place. We had planned that I would stay over, so that part wasn't an issue that needed to be discussed. We were making out in his living room for a while, and then decided to move things to the bedroom. All this time, I still hadn't brought up the BFPE, and the more I thought about it, the more I knew I had to say something. We were getting into bed, and of course, I got into bed fully clothed. He made some sort of comment about how I could take off my clothes if I wanted to, and I replied with a comment along the lines of how that could make things "dangerous." He assured me that he had protection, and I responded that it wasn't the protection that I was worried about, it was more along the lines of the implications of what us having sex meant. We then had a mini-DTR, went something like this:
CK: So, what are you looking for?
Me: (groans) that is the worst question ever. I'm not looking for anything.
CK: Ok.... So, what are the implications then that you're worried about?
Me: Well, I'm thinking about 2 things. The first thing is that I have a really good time with you and I enjoy all the time we spend together.
CK: Me too.
Me: But, I'm also thinking that you have a girlfriend.... and those two things really counteract each other.
CK: Yes.
Me: So, I don't really know how this works, and what exactly it means for you to be in an "open relationship" (and I do think I used finger quotes for this.)
CK: Well, you're free to date other people if you want, and I would hope that you would make time to still be with me.
Me: Huh? I'm not seeing anyone else. That's not what I mean. I'm not looking to meet anyone else, I don't really buy into the whole "open relationship" thing, anyway. Basically, what I want to know is what is going on with your girlfriend, why you guys aren't totally together, or totally broken up (Ok, so maybe I didn't say this exactly - in hindsight it is what I should have said... but it was some round about way of asking what their deal was.)
CK: Well, I have the same agreement with her, we're still together, but we're allowed to date other people.
Me: Right, and there will come a time when you're going to see her, and I'm going to end up feeling really foolish.
CK: Well, I am going to see her. But I'm not looking to be in a serious relationship, or get married. (WHOA. Who said ANYTHING about marriage?????)
Me: Um... ok. (not sure if he meant her or me with that comment.) I don't really like thinking about something leading to marriage, because if it does, it does. If it doesn't then all the thinking and planning and talking about it doesn't really matter anyway. And trust me, I'm NOT looking for marriage, but I am 27. I have a job that I like, I am finishing my master's, I'm getting to the point where I know what I want, and what I'm looking for. I can tell you that I'm not looking to be someone's "on the side" or second best to anyone.
I don't really remember the conversation after this part. We talked around in circles a lot. He made it clear that it was my decision what I wanted to do, and he wasn't planning on breaking up with the BFPE anytime soon. I did ask him if they were in an open relationship that would eventually lead to them getting back together. He told me he didn't know the answer to that question. At what point though does the relationship become something not worth hanging on to? I think that's more of a question I need to consider though.
He's leaving for China for 10 days on Saturday, so I told him that I didn't want to upset anyone over the holiday or while he was away. The 10 days apart (which will be the longest time in between seeing each other that we've had since we started dating) will give us a good time to think about things and figure out what is going on. We're going to talk about this again when he's back from China, and even though we've talked about the BFPE, she's still far from gone. Hopefully these 10 days will give me some perspective about what I really want with CK, and what I can handle, and what I can't. I still have a lot of questions about the BFPE and the open relationship.
We did end up sleeping together, which was good and bad for many reasons. I may see him tonight/tomorrow, and drive him to the train station since he's flying out of Newark, and would have to take 2 trains from Philly. Sometimes I wonder if I'm going out of my way for him to prove that I'm better than she is... although, I'm driving another friend to the same train station on Sunday, so I guess it's not something that I'd only do for him. But maybe I shouldn't try so hard, and he can see what he'll be missing.
I had originally planned on going out with my friends from home the night before Thanksgiving. However, I had no desire to go to a local bar that charged way too much to just get in the doors to be reminded why I hated high school in the first place. I thought we were going to go out in Philly, so Tuesday night I had asked CK if he wanted to come with us. We talked on the phone for a while Tuesday night, and I kept thinking I should bring up the BFPE, but I never did. I made up my mind that if I did see him on Wednesday, I wasn't leaving until we had that conversation. So, when plans changed on Wednesday and my friends decided to go out in Jersey instead of Philly, I could have made the decision to not go out with CK, and not have the conversation.
When I talked to CK Wednesday night and told him about the change of plans, he invited me to go out with some of his friends instead. I was a little nervous about meeting his friends because honestly, I didn't know what I was getting myself into at all, and under what circumstances I was meeting these friends. I went over to his place around 9, and we hung out there for a while. I brought him books for his upcoming trip to China, like a good librarian (in 4 weeks!) should. Books are a level of contention for me, because I once dated a guy for a very long time (2+ years) who didn't read and it absolutely drove me crazy. Reading is fundamental for my happiness, and I'd like to share that with someone I am dating. CK originally pegged himself as someone with whom I shared similar book interests with, but apparently that was a facade, and he doesn't really read all that much. I am trying to change that by influencing him with my good taste in books.
Anyway, back to the date, we walked over to his friends apartment. I was really nervous because it's been almost 2 years since I've met the friends of a guy I'm dating. We got to his friend's apartment and we had some drinks with his friend (roommate from college), his friend's girlfriend, another friend from college and her roommate. It was definitely awkward at first but all of his friends were really nice, and I felt at ease quickly. We had a drink at his friend's apartment then headed over to a bar not far from the apartment. Despite being the night before Thanksgiving, the bar was basically empty, and there were great drink specials. The one time it's great to drink in the city? When everyone leaves to go home to drink in the suburbs!
We went from one bar to another when his friends were hungry and wanted to get some food. Up until this point it had been pretty casual between CK and myself. There had been a few affectionate moments, but nothing really that would differentiate me from just another friend. At the second bar, for most of the time CK had his hand on my leg or my arm, or something that made it a bit clearer to me that he was bringing me out with his friends as someone he considered to be more than a friend. After a few more rounds of beer and some pizza, I was definitely having a difficult time staying awake and functioning at normal speed.
Around 2 in the morning, we got back to CK's place. We had planned that I would stay over, so that part wasn't an issue that needed to be discussed. We were making out in his living room for a while, and then decided to move things to the bedroom. All this time, I still hadn't brought up the BFPE, and the more I thought about it, the more I knew I had to say something. We were getting into bed, and of course, I got into bed fully clothed. He made some sort of comment about how I could take off my clothes if I wanted to, and I replied with a comment along the lines of how that could make things "dangerous." He assured me that he had protection, and I responded that it wasn't the protection that I was worried about, it was more along the lines of the implications of what us having sex meant. We then had a mini-DTR, went something like this:
CK: So, what are you looking for?
Me: (groans) that is the worst question ever. I'm not looking for anything.
CK: Ok.... So, what are the implications then that you're worried about?
Me: Well, I'm thinking about 2 things. The first thing is that I have a really good time with you and I enjoy all the time we spend together.
CK: Me too.
Me: But, I'm also thinking that you have a girlfriend.... and those two things really counteract each other.
CK: Yes.
Me: So, I don't really know how this works, and what exactly it means for you to be in an "open relationship" (and I do think I used finger quotes for this.)
CK: Well, you're free to date other people if you want, and I would hope that you would make time to still be with me.
Me: Huh? I'm not seeing anyone else. That's not what I mean. I'm not looking to meet anyone else, I don't really buy into the whole "open relationship" thing, anyway. Basically, what I want to know is what is going on with your girlfriend, why you guys aren't totally together, or totally broken up (Ok, so maybe I didn't say this exactly - in hindsight it is what I should have said... but it was some round about way of asking what their deal was.)
CK: Well, I have the same agreement with her, we're still together, but we're allowed to date other people.
Me: Right, and there will come a time when you're going to see her, and I'm going to end up feeling really foolish.
CK: Well, I am going to see her. But I'm not looking to be in a serious relationship, or get married. (WHOA. Who said ANYTHING about marriage?????)
Me: Um... ok. (not sure if he meant her or me with that comment.) I don't really like thinking about something leading to marriage, because if it does, it does. If it doesn't then all the thinking and planning and talking about it doesn't really matter anyway. And trust me, I'm NOT looking for marriage, but I am 27. I have a job that I like, I am finishing my master's, I'm getting to the point where I know what I want, and what I'm looking for. I can tell you that I'm not looking to be someone's "on the side" or second best to anyone.
I don't really remember the conversation after this part. We talked around in circles a lot. He made it clear that it was my decision what I wanted to do, and he wasn't planning on breaking up with the BFPE anytime soon. I did ask him if they were in an open relationship that would eventually lead to them getting back together. He told me he didn't know the answer to that question. At what point though does the relationship become something not worth hanging on to? I think that's more of a question I need to consider though.
He's leaving for China for 10 days on Saturday, so I told him that I didn't want to upset anyone over the holiday or while he was away. The 10 days apart (which will be the longest time in between seeing each other that we've had since we started dating) will give us a good time to think about things and figure out what is going on. We're going to talk about this again when he's back from China, and even though we've talked about the BFPE, she's still far from gone. Hopefully these 10 days will give me some perspective about what I really want with CK, and what I can handle, and what I can't. I still have a lot of questions about the BFPE and the open relationship.
We did end up sleeping together, which was good and bad for many reasons. I may see him tonight/tomorrow, and drive him to the train station since he's flying out of Newark, and would have to take 2 trains from Philly. Sometimes I wonder if I'm going out of my way for him to prove that I'm better than she is... although, I'm driving another friend to the same train station on Sunday, so I guess it's not something that I'd only do for him. But maybe I shouldn't try so hard, and he can see what he'll be missing.
Sunday, November 18, 2007
Will and Grace.
Today was the Philly marathon. My very good friend from Brooklyn was running the marathon with her father, and I promised her I'd come to see her finish. I mentioned to CK last time I saw him that I'd be in the city for this, and he said he'd come too.
I wasn't feeling great all week, the cough of death comes and goes in vicious spurts. I should probably go to the doctor. On Friday I was feeling bad enough to think that I might not make it out today for the marathon. But alas, I pulled through and made it out this morning. CK had called me yesterday to see what the plan was for today, and I returned his call no more than half an hour later, but he didn't pick up. I left a message telling him to call me if he wanted to meet up, and that I'd be in the city by 10 am. By midnight, I still hadn't heard from him, so I texted him just asking if he still was planning on coming, and if so, to please let me know. This morning, I woke up and still no word from CK. I was getting a little irritated with the fact that I hadn't heard from him, and when he finally did call around 10:15 while I was driving into the city, I was probably a little short with him due to the irritation. I decided it would be easier if he just met up with us at my friend's hotel after the race ended and we had all convened rather than have him try to find me in the mess of the marathon.
We met up around noon, and all of us (6 total - 3 had raced, 3 had not) hung out in the hotel room while the 3 racers showered and recouped enough to go get some food. While we were hanging out a strange conversation came up between CK and my friend's father. My friend's father mentioned that he was often hit on by gay men. CK commented that he too was often hit on by men (I was unaware of this). They were discussing how you politely reject a gay man, and the topic came up of how you can tell if someone is gay or not. My theory is that men probably don't think about whether the guy is gay or not before they hit on him. They probably just see a man they find attractive and give it a shot. Isn't that how it works all the time? I mean if you hit on a girl in a bar, you don't necessarily know she's straight either, right? I mentioned that there was someone I had seen on a hayride recently who was probably gay and didn't know it yet. This brought up the topic of people who may be gay but not know it yet. The guy I was talking about was young, probably in high school, and maybe he was already out... but after years of my parents and just about everyone else telling me I'm a "gay magnet," you start to pick up on things. Anyway, CK mentions that he has a friend who is most likely gay but doesn't know it yet. I asked him how he knew this and CK made some sort of comment, that I wish I had written down because it was so absurd. He said he could tell his friend was gay because he watched a lot of Will and Grace, and he liked it. I blasted him for this one. I seriously went off on him for a good 20 minutes about how a TV show can't determine someone's sexual orientation. My friend's dad found this extremely amusing and entertaining. Lots of examples were brought in, and CK and I debated this topic for a while. It wasn't a bad argument, I was just seriously dumbfounded by the stupidity of the comment he had just made. It made me look at him a little differently.
The 6 of us went to lunch, and throughout lunch my friend's dad brought up "gay" comments to CK, which I found hilarious. CK was a good sport about it, and took being picked on pretty well. He got a little defensive at times, but maybe that's because the girl he's dating and someone's dad were basically calling him gay for a good 2 hours.
After lunch, we parted ways. CK had ridden his bike to the hotel, so he had to ride it back in the rain. On my way home, I called him just to make sure he got home ok in the rain. He called me back, and asked if I wanted to come over and hang out for a bit. I went over and we played some Wii, watched The Graduate, and took a nap. It was a really lovely Sunday afternoon. We did not make out... at all. I'm hoping this is because of the cough of death (I had multiple cough attacks during the movie), and not because we're regressing back into "no action" territory. I'm hoping that it's just the cough. If it weren't for the occasional kissing, I'd say we'd have a pretty good chance of becoming the next Will and Grace.
I wasn't feeling great all week, the cough of death comes and goes in vicious spurts. I should probably go to the doctor. On Friday I was feeling bad enough to think that I might not make it out today for the marathon. But alas, I pulled through and made it out this morning. CK had called me yesterday to see what the plan was for today, and I returned his call no more than half an hour later, but he didn't pick up. I left a message telling him to call me if he wanted to meet up, and that I'd be in the city by 10 am. By midnight, I still hadn't heard from him, so I texted him just asking if he still was planning on coming, and if so, to please let me know. This morning, I woke up and still no word from CK. I was getting a little irritated with the fact that I hadn't heard from him, and when he finally did call around 10:15 while I was driving into the city, I was probably a little short with him due to the irritation. I decided it would be easier if he just met up with us at my friend's hotel after the race ended and we had all convened rather than have him try to find me in the mess of the marathon.
We met up around noon, and all of us (6 total - 3 had raced, 3 had not) hung out in the hotel room while the 3 racers showered and recouped enough to go get some food. While we were hanging out a strange conversation came up between CK and my friend's father. My friend's father mentioned that he was often hit on by gay men. CK commented that he too was often hit on by men (I was unaware of this). They were discussing how you politely reject a gay man, and the topic came up of how you can tell if someone is gay or not. My theory is that men probably don't think about whether the guy is gay or not before they hit on him. They probably just see a man they find attractive and give it a shot. Isn't that how it works all the time? I mean if you hit on a girl in a bar, you don't necessarily know she's straight either, right? I mentioned that there was someone I had seen on a hayride recently who was probably gay and didn't know it yet. This brought up the topic of people who may be gay but not know it yet. The guy I was talking about was young, probably in high school, and maybe he was already out... but after years of my parents and just about everyone else telling me I'm a "gay magnet," you start to pick up on things. Anyway, CK mentions that he has a friend who is most likely gay but doesn't know it yet. I asked him how he knew this and CK made some sort of comment, that I wish I had written down because it was so absurd. He said he could tell his friend was gay because he watched a lot of Will and Grace, and he liked it. I blasted him for this one. I seriously went off on him for a good 20 minutes about how a TV show can't determine someone's sexual orientation. My friend's dad found this extremely amusing and entertaining. Lots of examples were brought in, and CK and I debated this topic for a while. It wasn't a bad argument, I was just seriously dumbfounded by the stupidity of the comment he had just made. It made me look at him a little differently.
The 6 of us went to lunch, and throughout lunch my friend's dad brought up "gay" comments to CK, which I found hilarious. CK was a good sport about it, and took being picked on pretty well. He got a little defensive at times, but maybe that's because the girl he's dating and someone's dad were basically calling him gay for a good 2 hours.
After lunch, we parted ways. CK had ridden his bike to the hotel, so he had to ride it back in the rain. On my way home, I called him just to make sure he got home ok in the rain. He called me back, and asked if I wanted to come over and hang out for a bit. I went over and we played some Wii, watched The Graduate, and took a nap. It was a really lovely Sunday afternoon. We did not make out... at all. I'm hoping this is because of the cough of death (I had multiple cough attacks during the movie), and not because we're regressing back into "no action" territory. I'm hoping that it's just the cough. If it weren't for the occasional kissing, I'd say we'd have a pretty good chance of becoming the next Will and Grace.
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Balance
I may never bring up the BFPE. This is something that I clearly have no balls to discuss. Last night there were MANY times when it could have fit sort-of naturally into the conversation, and I just wussed out completely.
That being said... there are times where I don't know what I want from this relationship with CK. Would I like him to not have a girlfriend? Obviously. However, I think he sees this as being maybe more serious than I do.
First, the date. Last I had seen CK was the night before I left for Boston. The sleepover, lack of sleep, crazy stress at school, and a plane ride later I came down with a wicked cold. I spent 4 out of my 5 days in Boston with a raging fever and cough to go with it. Didn't stop me from going out and enjoying myself, but I returned home with the remnants of an awful cold, mostly just the cough of death (you know, the wheezing, hacking kind that sounds like a lung might surface if you put any more effort into it). CK and I had texted a few times over the weekend, he told me he was looking forward to seeing me when I got back. So I texted him on Monday when I got home and asked him what his plans for the week were. He was going to a show on Tuesday, and said he would really like it if I could go. It was a loud, dancey kind of concert in a bar that is too small to hold that many people, and knowing how I felt, I knew I wasn't going to be happy if I went to this show. I asked him to call me on Monday night, so we could discuss. I didn't want to just say no through a text, and have him get the wrong idea. I also had this big plan in my head that when he would call, I'd casually bring up the BFPE and we could finally talk about this. But he called while I was making dinner, and my mother and father were both in the room, and it wasn't the right time. So, we talked about the show and he said he was hoping I would stay over again...and he seemed genuinely disappointed that I wasn't going to go to come out. So I told him depending on how I felt, I'd come out for dinner before hand, and we could get some drinks at the bar before the show - but I would have to go home relatively early.
I didn't feel great yesterday, but not bad enough to stay in. So I went to Philly where we had dinner at a cute restaurant. Walking to dinner, he mentioned something that struck me as odd. He was talking to me about his boss, and how she had just broken up with her boyfriend and was talking to him about it. Out of curiosity and nothing else, I asked how old she was. In my mind she was young-ish. Maybe mid 30s. He responded that she was older, maybe 48 or so and that I "had nothing to worry about." I asked him what he meant by that, and he said I didn't have to worry about his boss making a move on him. I responded that it wasn't his boss I was concerned about. I was hoping this could lead into potential BFPE talk.... but of course, it didn't.
Dinner was fine. On the walk over, we passed a restaurant that he mentioned he'd like to go to with me. Again, future plans... but no future progress. At one point he got a little flustered, and stumbled around asking me what I was doing for Thanksgiving. I don't think I'm at the point where I want to invite him over for the holidays yet, but I know from past history that he asks me what I'm doing when he wants to make plans. I told him my plans and asked him his. He talked a long circle around the fact that he really doesn't have plans, but might just go down the shore to see his parents. I thought about inviting him, for a hot second, but I refuse to invite someone to dinner with my entire family plus some who has a girlfriend, whether it be in another country or not.
After dinner, we walked back to his place for a short visit with his cats and to play some guitar hero. Seriously, that's it. Not even any making out. We're regressing physically (ok, I was deathly ill and probably pretty unattractive). But the Guitar Hero was fun. I'm getting better at it, so long as I just play the notes and don't think about it. As soon as I try to think about what I'm doing, I start to really suck. I should start a new blog just for my progress in guitar hero. It might be more exciting than my dating at this point.
HOWEVER, my school crush came back into the picture today! Woohoo. After a few weeks of us having very minimal communication other than the necessary school talk, I had given up hope in that area. I ran into him today in the hallway with my co-worker (who agrees with me that he is attractive in the geeky older sense), and we chatted about school stuff. Nothing new, and I made a good showing of my sex appeal by coughing up storm and whining about how sick I was feeling. Maybe he has a nurturing side. He shows up in my classroom, unexpected around 4pm. I was getting ready to leave for the evening. He joked with me about leaving so early, since he knows I'm usually in school until at least 5 or later. He waited around in my room until I was done closing up and ready to leave, and then said he'd walk me out. I had to go to the copy room to drop something off for tomorrow, and he came with. We walked out together and talked for a bit in the parking lot. He asked what I did over the long weekend, but talk was mostly centered around school stuff. He told me that I need to make sure I have a balance in my work life and social life. I wonder if he's interested in helping me balance that out...
That being said... there are times where I don't know what I want from this relationship with CK. Would I like him to not have a girlfriend? Obviously. However, I think he sees this as being maybe more serious than I do.
First, the date. Last I had seen CK was the night before I left for Boston. The sleepover, lack of sleep, crazy stress at school, and a plane ride later I came down with a wicked cold. I spent 4 out of my 5 days in Boston with a raging fever and cough to go with it. Didn't stop me from going out and enjoying myself, but I returned home with the remnants of an awful cold, mostly just the cough of death (you know, the wheezing, hacking kind that sounds like a lung might surface if you put any more effort into it). CK and I had texted a few times over the weekend, he told me he was looking forward to seeing me when I got back. So I texted him on Monday when I got home and asked him what his plans for the week were. He was going to a show on Tuesday, and said he would really like it if I could go. It was a loud, dancey kind of concert in a bar that is too small to hold that many people, and knowing how I felt, I knew I wasn't going to be happy if I went to this show. I asked him to call me on Monday night, so we could discuss. I didn't want to just say no through a text, and have him get the wrong idea. I also had this big plan in my head that when he would call, I'd casually bring up the BFPE and we could finally talk about this. But he called while I was making dinner, and my mother and father were both in the room, and it wasn't the right time. So, we talked about the show and he said he was hoping I would stay over again...and he seemed genuinely disappointed that I wasn't going to go to come out. So I told him depending on how I felt, I'd come out for dinner before hand, and we could get some drinks at the bar before the show - but I would have to go home relatively early.
I didn't feel great yesterday, but not bad enough to stay in. So I went to Philly where we had dinner at a cute restaurant. Walking to dinner, he mentioned something that struck me as odd. He was talking to me about his boss, and how she had just broken up with her boyfriend and was talking to him about it. Out of curiosity and nothing else, I asked how old she was. In my mind she was young-ish. Maybe mid 30s. He responded that she was older, maybe 48 or so and that I "had nothing to worry about." I asked him what he meant by that, and he said I didn't have to worry about his boss making a move on him. I responded that it wasn't his boss I was concerned about. I was hoping this could lead into potential BFPE talk.... but of course, it didn't.
Dinner was fine. On the walk over, we passed a restaurant that he mentioned he'd like to go to with me. Again, future plans... but no future progress. At one point he got a little flustered, and stumbled around asking me what I was doing for Thanksgiving. I don't think I'm at the point where I want to invite him over for the holidays yet, but I know from past history that he asks me what I'm doing when he wants to make plans. I told him my plans and asked him his. He talked a long circle around the fact that he really doesn't have plans, but might just go down the shore to see his parents. I thought about inviting him, for a hot second, but I refuse to invite someone to dinner with my entire family plus some who has a girlfriend, whether it be in another country or not.
After dinner, we walked back to his place for a short visit with his cats and to play some guitar hero. Seriously, that's it. Not even any making out. We're regressing physically (ok, I was deathly ill and probably pretty unattractive). But the Guitar Hero was fun. I'm getting better at it, so long as I just play the notes and don't think about it. As soon as I try to think about what I'm doing, I start to really suck. I should start a new blog just for my progress in guitar hero. It might be more exciting than my dating at this point.
HOWEVER, my school crush came back into the picture today! Woohoo. After a few weeks of us having very minimal communication other than the necessary school talk, I had given up hope in that area. I ran into him today in the hallway with my co-worker (who agrees with me that he is attractive in the geeky older sense), and we chatted about school stuff. Nothing new, and I made a good showing of my sex appeal by coughing up storm and whining about how sick I was feeling. Maybe he has a nurturing side. He shows up in my classroom, unexpected around 4pm. I was getting ready to leave for the evening. He joked with me about leaving so early, since he knows I'm usually in school until at least 5 or later. He waited around in my room until I was done closing up and ready to leave, and then said he'd walk me out. I had to go to the copy room to drop something off for tomorrow, and he came with. We walked out together and talked for a bit in the parking lot. He asked what I did over the long weekend, but talk was mostly centered around school stuff. He told me that I need to make sure I have a balance in my work life and social life. I wonder if he's interested in helping me balance that out...
Thursday, November 08, 2007
movie theaters, mix tapes, and more action.
It has been one month since my first date with CK. I'm surprised how long this has lasted, especially because I didn't have any great expectations of this ever working out. To be honest, I still don't, but that's because of the BFPE, more on that later.
On Tuesday night, CK and I had plans to go see a movie. We were originally going to see an earlier show, but plans changed and we had to see a later showing instead. Since the movie wasn't until 9:30, we had some time before to kill. I went over to his place around 8ish, and he cooked up some (frozen - not homemade) samosas with a mango chili sauce, they were quite delicious. We talked about his upcoming trip to China, work, and life in general, but nothing about BFPE. We drank some gin and tonics and played some guitar hero as well. Which I have to say, I'm getting a little better at, I still suck, but not AS bad. When I got there I gave him cds (not mix tapes!) of 2 bands that I thought he would like, and he gave me a mix cd. Awww. Yes, my first mix from a guy since my boyfriend I broke up with over 3 years ago. It's a good mix from what I've listened to so far. A good blend of indie rock and bands I haven't heard of, so far I'm liking what I hear. I am NOT going to read into any of the songs that are on it, because it's just a mix of good music he thinks I'd like (however, if I were to make him a mix cd, I wouldn't put any songs on there that had questionably romantic lyrics - but I'm not reading into it!).
We walked over to the movie theatre around 9, and almost missed the show because we did get lost walking there. He bought the tickets and I bought the popcorn and drinks, a good compromise. The movie was great. We cuddled in the seats (even though they weren't the movie theater "cuddle seats" that have the arm rest that raises between the seats - he tried), and the movie itself was really enjoyable. My only complaint is he's kind of a loud movie talker. He hasn't seemed to master the art of whispering, or it just doesn't occur to him that not everyone in the theater wants to hear his thoughts or comments. But that can be changed, hopefully.. or maybe movie theater dates will be taken out of our repertoire.
The movie ended around 11:30, and we walked back to his place. He invited me to come up, and I knew if I was going to go up that late, I wouldn't be coming back down that night. Now I had already figured that I might be staying the night, so I had packed clothes in my car, just in case. I didn't want him to know that though, so I left them there. Once back in his apartment, we fell back into comfortable make-out habits, kissing and not much else. I wasn't going to spend the night just to kiss a guy, so things needed to move to the next level. He did ask me if I wanted to stay over and I pretended to think about it and eventually agreed. We moved the making out to the bedroom, and I was SURE things were going pick up speed then. But then we just cuddled and went to bed. Eventually there was some removal of clothing, and things did progress. We still have not had sex, which is fine by me, because he still has a girlfriend. There were a couple of points in the evening that I thought about bringing it up, and I do think about it more often than I did before.
Things I noticed:
On Tuesday night, CK and I had plans to go see a movie. We were originally going to see an earlier show, but plans changed and we had to see a later showing instead. Since the movie wasn't until 9:30, we had some time before to kill. I went over to his place around 8ish, and he cooked up some (frozen - not homemade) samosas with a mango chili sauce, they were quite delicious. We talked about his upcoming trip to China, work, and life in general, but nothing about BFPE. We drank some gin and tonics and played some guitar hero as well. Which I have to say, I'm getting a little better at, I still suck, but not AS bad. When I got there I gave him cds (not mix tapes!) of 2 bands that I thought he would like, and he gave me a mix cd. Awww. Yes, my first mix from a guy since my boyfriend I broke up with over 3 years ago. It's a good mix from what I've listened to so far. A good blend of indie rock and bands I haven't heard of, so far I'm liking what I hear. I am NOT going to read into any of the songs that are on it, because it's just a mix of good music he thinks I'd like (however, if I were to make him a mix cd, I wouldn't put any songs on there that had questionably romantic lyrics - but I'm not reading into it!).
We walked over to the movie theatre around 9, and almost missed the show because we did get lost walking there. He bought the tickets and I bought the popcorn and drinks, a good compromise. The movie was great. We cuddled in the seats (even though they weren't the movie theater "cuddle seats" that have the arm rest that raises between the seats - he tried), and the movie itself was really enjoyable. My only complaint is he's kind of a loud movie talker. He hasn't seemed to master the art of whispering, or it just doesn't occur to him that not everyone in the theater wants to hear his thoughts or comments. But that can be changed, hopefully.. or maybe movie theater dates will be taken out of our repertoire.
The movie ended around 11:30, and we walked back to his place. He invited me to come up, and I knew if I was going to go up that late, I wouldn't be coming back down that night. Now I had already figured that I might be staying the night, so I had packed clothes in my car, just in case. I didn't want him to know that though, so I left them there. Once back in his apartment, we fell back into comfortable make-out habits, kissing and not much else. I wasn't going to spend the night just to kiss a guy, so things needed to move to the next level. He did ask me if I wanted to stay over and I pretended to think about it and eventually agreed. We moved the making out to the bedroom, and I was SURE things were going pick up speed then. But then we just cuddled and went to bed. Eventually there was some removal of clothing, and things did progress. We still have not had sex, which is fine by me, because he still has a girlfriend. There were a couple of points in the evening that I thought about bringing it up, and I do think about it more often than I did before.
Things I noticed:
- He called me "babe" - now this reminds me of the jdate for jesus guy, but CK pulled it off in a much better way. It wasn't out of place, but it is new.
- He told me he wants me to meet his friends.
- He told me he was going to miss me when I'm in Boston this weekend (where I am now!) and I assured him that 5 days is not that long, and he will be in China for much longer. He agreed.
- He texted me in the morning after I left telling me he was glad I stayed over.
All of these things made me smile, and left me feeling good about the date Tuesday night. So what now? The BFPE needs to go. This is my next mission, and I am thinking about asking him to dinner on Monday night when I get back to get this out of the way. If that one factor was not in the picture (literally - her picture is still on the wall, staring me down every time I kiss her boyfriend), I'd be on cloud 9. But this little detail is keeping me grounded in this situation and I want to resolve it. I don't think I want to give him an ultimatum, her or me, because I think I'm afraid he'll choose her. Every time I think about saying something I picture the conversation happening exactly the way it did a year ago with D. So for now, I'm going to enjoy my vacation in Boston, and leave the BFPE in Philly to be dealt with at a later date and time.
Sunday, November 04, 2007
No Action.
So it continues... Last night, I hung out with CK, again. This time we went to see my friend's show and we went with my other friend and her fiance. Another double date of sorts, which was fine. The whole date was fine. Although, it's starting to feel like it may never progress further than fine. We're definitely dating, although I don't know how this is supposed to work in his supposed "open relationship." I would be pretty pissed if I found out he was dating someone else here, but if he already has another girlfriend, why does that matter?
The details of this date are not exciting nor very important. He came to my house around 6:30, and I made sure he didn't actually come inside my house because my parents and grandma were there, and I wanted to avoid a completely premature awkward scene. My best friend and her fiance met us there, and the four of us drove up to central Jersey to see a play. The ride was nice. We listened to some good tunes and talked, and it was fine. The show was good (Debbie was awesome), there was some hand-holding and couplely actions like that... but nothing new to speak of. After the show, we went to dinner with my friends, and it was a good, comfortable time. The drive home was fine. When we got back to my house, my friends left, and we kissed briefly, and then he left. No more action than that, yet.
So while I'm still waiting for some action more than holding hands and kissing... there are some positives here. Debbie says that it didn't feel like he was "new" to our group of friends and that I act better around him than I did with any of my other exes. This is a good sign. We were less physically awkward around each other this time, which was a good development and I think it's progressing positively. My friends like him, he continues to be interested (or so it seems) in me. He has the habit of asking me what I'm doing on certain days, and then never really inviting me to do anything. Like the concert, he told me about it but never really invited me to go to it... I think maybe in his mind, telling me about something, or bringing it up is his way of inviting me? I'm not sure, but for now, I'm the one who continues to make the plans, and he's very receptive to it, and reciprocates with the appropriate responses for someone who is interested in a relationship. Well, maybe not a relationship - but whatever it is that we're having right now. Fun? Still nothing more than hand holding and kissing, and it's been six dates already. I don't think I've ever waited this long in any other relationship I've been in. I'm not saying I'm ready to sleep with him, but I think I'd like to move this a little further on the physical scale. On Thursday of this week, it will be a month since our first date and when I see him on Tuesday, it'll be 7 dates worth... so we're averaging over a date a week. That puts him with the most actual dates in this blog, with the exception of the Israeli (who doesn't count... and me spending the night at his apartment hardly constitutes dating...). He also wins for the least amount of action with someone I've blogged about multiple times. Maybe I'm rushing things, maybe I should enjoy the slow pace this is progressing, clearly rushing things never worked in my best interest before. So, slow and steady wins the race? I'm going for the gold.
The details of this date are not exciting nor very important. He came to my house around 6:30, and I made sure he didn't actually come inside my house because my parents and grandma were there, and I wanted to avoid a completely premature awkward scene. My best friend and her fiance met us there, and the four of us drove up to central Jersey to see a play. The ride was nice. We listened to some good tunes and talked, and it was fine. The show was good (Debbie was awesome), there was some hand-holding and couplely actions like that... but nothing new to speak of. After the show, we went to dinner with my friends, and it was a good, comfortable time. The drive home was fine. When we got back to my house, my friends left, and we kissed briefly, and then he left. No more action than that, yet.
So while I'm still waiting for some action more than holding hands and kissing... there are some positives here. Debbie says that it didn't feel like he was "new" to our group of friends and that I act better around him than I did with any of my other exes. This is a good sign. We were less physically awkward around each other this time, which was a good development and I think it's progressing positively. My friends like him, he continues to be interested (or so it seems) in me. He has the habit of asking me what I'm doing on certain days, and then never really inviting me to do anything. Like the concert, he told me about it but never really invited me to go to it... I think maybe in his mind, telling me about something, or bringing it up is his way of inviting me? I'm not sure, but for now, I'm the one who continues to make the plans, and he's very receptive to it, and reciprocates with the appropriate responses for someone who is interested in a relationship. Well, maybe not a relationship - but whatever it is that we're having right now. Fun? Still nothing more than hand holding and kissing, and it's been six dates already. I don't think I've ever waited this long in any other relationship I've been in. I'm not saying I'm ready to sleep with him, but I think I'd like to move this a little further on the physical scale. On Thursday of this week, it will be a month since our first date and when I see him on Tuesday, it'll be 7 dates worth... so we're averaging over a date a week. That puts him with the most actual dates in this blog, with the exception of the Israeli (who doesn't count... and me spending the night at his apartment hardly constitutes dating...). He also wins for the least amount of action with someone I've blogged about multiple times. Maybe I'm rushing things, maybe I should enjoy the slow pace this is progressing, clearly rushing things never worked in my best interest before. So, slow and steady wins the race? I'm going for the gold.
Friday, November 02, 2007
Not.
A year ago, today in fact, I decided to take a break from blogging to pursue a relationship with T, it was date #4, and each date had gotten progressively better... it just seemed like the time to stop blogging. Well, that all blew up in my face, and not a week later I found myself wondering just what I did wrong to make him not interested. I am worried about CK falling into similar patterns. I find myself constantly doubting things because of the way things with T turned out so suddenly, or the way the D situation unfolded only a month after the T situation. I find myself constantly having to remind myself that CK is NOT T, and he is NOT D. No matter how striking the similarities in situations may be.
I had a rough day at school today. Lots of unnecessary worrying about an observation that never happened, and not enough worrying about a spirit week competition that little did I know, I was doomed to win. Turns out, tomorrow out school I will have to dress up in the school mascot costume because I raised the most money during the lunch periods this week. Unfortunately, I was ambushed. The teacher who was beating me for most of this week turned on me today and all her friends (she's been at this school for years, and is a very well liked, respected teacher) put money in my container so I would win (I was the closest to her, so the least amount of money necessary to assure her loss - nothing personal, I hope.) Anyway, with a surprise donation from the principal, I won... and in reality... lost, because now I have to wear a big, sweaty lion's costume all day tomorrow. Today, in essence... sucked. I had spoken with CK earlier in the week, and he had mentioned hanging out one night this week. I didn't know if I would be able to due to work, grad school, spirit week, etc. After the day I had today though, I sent him a text message to see if his offer was still good. It was.
I went over his place, with the intention of hanging out and playing some Guitar Hero and Wii. Good times. I apparently suck at Guitar Hero, and am still relatively awful at the Wii as well (although, kick ass at bowling - go figure). We played for a while, and it was the same gradual increase of level of comfort that we've experienced the past 4 times we've hung out. We literally started on opposite sides of the room - and gradually moved close enough to be cuddled on the couch by the end. I enjoy his company so very much that I hardly noticed or cared or thought about the BFPE's picture that was still staring me down on the wall. Not true, at one point when he was out of the room, I got close enough to do a full inspection of the picture.
At this point, I know... I need talk to him about it. Every time we hang out, I get a little more emotionally invested. Everyone and their mother (or in my case, my classroom aide - because my mother, his mother, and my grandmother seem to be the only ones who see nothing wrong with the fact that he has a girlfriend) has given me their 2 cents on when and how I should bring this up. And I know I should because when push comes to shove, I need to figure out where this is going soon before I get hurt once again. We had a really great time tonight. He treats me like this is going in a direction of being more than just a casual thing. We talked about going to a concert together the night before he leaves for China. He is coming to my best friend's play this weekend with me and my other best friend and her fiance. He told me tonight that I am always welcome at his place, and I can come over whenever I want. All this is well and good, but I want something more that will let me know if I am over investing myself in something that will dead end on me in a few month's time because he decides he'd rather be with BFPE.
Exactly a year after T's infamous "cat and dictionary" invitation, I have my guard up and am waiting for the other shoe to drop. While, I still have to keep reminding myself that CK is NOT any of the guys that have hurt me or scarred me in the past, I also have to remind myself that I am NOT his girlfriend. at least not yet.
I had a rough day at school today. Lots of unnecessary worrying about an observation that never happened, and not enough worrying about a spirit week competition that little did I know, I was doomed to win. Turns out, tomorrow out school I will have to dress up in the school mascot costume because I raised the most money during the lunch periods this week. Unfortunately, I was ambushed. The teacher who was beating me for most of this week turned on me today and all her friends (she's been at this school for years, and is a very well liked, respected teacher) put money in my container so I would win (I was the closest to her, so the least amount of money necessary to assure her loss - nothing personal, I hope.) Anyway, with a surprise donation from the principal, I won... and in reality... lost, because now I have to wear a big, sweaty lion's costume all day tomorrow. Today, in essence... sucked. I had spoken with CK earlier in the week, and he had mentioned hanging out one night this week. I didn't know if I would be able to due to work, grad school, spirit week, etc. After the day I had today though, I sent him a text message to see if his offer was still good. It was.
I went over his place, with the intention of hanging out and playing some Guitar Hero and Wii. Good times. I apparently suck at Guitar Hero, and am still relatively awful at the Wii as well (although, kick ass at bowling - go figure). We played for a while, and it was the same gradual increase of level of comfort that we've experienced the past 4 times we've hung out. We literally started on opposite sides of the room - and gradually moved close enough to be cuddled on the couch by the end. I enjoy his company so very much that I hardly noticed or cared or thought about the BFPE's picture that was still staring me down on the wall. Not true, at one point when he was out of the room, I got close enough to do a full inspection of the picture.
At this point, I know... I need talk to him about it. Every time we hang out, I get a little more emotionally invested. Everyone and their mother (or in my case, my classroom aide - because my mother, his mother, and my grandmother seem to be the only ones who see nothing wrong with the fact that he has a girlfriend) has given me their 2 cents on when and how I should bring this up. And I know I should because when push comes to shove, I need to figure out where this is going soon before I get hurt once again. We had a really great time tonight. He treats me like this is going in a direction of being more than just a casual thing. We talked about going to a concert together the night before he leaves for China. He is coming to my best friend's play this weekend with me and my other best friend and her fiance. He told me tonight that I am always welcome at his place, and I can come over whenever I want. All this is well and good, but I want something more that will let me know if I am over investing myself in something that will dead end on me in a few month's time because he decides he'd rather be with BFPE.
Exactly a year after T's infamous "cat and dictionary" invitation, I have my guard up and am waiting for the other shoe to drop. While, I still have to keep reminding myself that CK is NOT any of the guys that have hurt me or scarred me in the past, I also have to remind myself that I am NOT his girlfriend. at least not yet.
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Big Fat Pink Elephant
Tonight was date number 4 with CK. The date itself was wonderful. Really and truly a fantastic time was had. I drove into the city, picked him up (we could have walked but it was raining rather hard at intervals during the evening), went to an amazing concert, and then I dropped him off back home. There's little detail in between that is relevant. A little of that awkward "it's too early for us to be really comfortable" kind of casual touching (i.e. his hand on my leg during some of the songs - yet only to be removed as soon as the song is over to clap), and some kissing, but nothing disgustingly PDA-ish.
In between the opening and the headliner, we talked, and I finally felt like we were getting to know each other better. He asked me some strange questions about if I thought children should be allowed to watch tv, and we talked about our families, plans for the up coming weeks, although I don't know how much time we'll get to see each other in November. I'm heading to Boston for 5 days the second weekend, and he's going to China for 10 days around Thanksgiving. But I do think things will progress further before any of that even happens. After the show, he held my hand as we walked to the car, which was new... and nice, I guess. I'm not a huge fan of hand holding, but it's not a deal breaker. I drove him home, we kissed in the car for a little bit, and then I left. No "see you around" this time - although there was something equally weird and awkward about the goodbye, although it wasn't enough to stick in my brain.
Yes, I believe he's still interested, and nothing was meant by the evasive "see you around" last time or this date's equally awkward goodbye that I can't remember - except that it was awkward. And even if he's interested, there are still some things that need to be discussed. One of those things being the girlfriend - whom shall now be known as the big fat pink elephant, as deemed by a co-worker. Nothing about her has been brought up. He doesn't bring her up and I still haven't found a comfortable way to ask what the deal is with that. However, he did offer to make me a mix cd, which in middle school terms, means we're getting pretty serious. Yet, a lot of this seems to be moving at the pace of a middle school relationship - we've held hands, kissed (nothing else physically yet), and now I'll have a mix cd to show for it. Maybe next time I can get my mom to drive me to the mall to meet him while walking around and not doing anything. But until then, there's still the big fat pink elephant that I need to get out of the picture.
In between the opening and the headliner, we talked, and I finally felt like we were getting to know each other better. He asked me some strange questions about if I thought children should be allowed to watch tv, and we talked about our families, plans for the up coming weeks, although I don't know how much time we'll get to see each other in November. I'm heading to Boston for 5 days the second weekend, and he's going to China for 10 days around Thanksgiving. But I do think things will progress further before any of that even happens. After the show, he held my hand as we walked to the car, which was new... and nice, I guess. I'm not a huge fan of hand holding, but it's not a deal breaker. I drove him home, we kissed in the car for a little bit, and then I left. No "see you around" this time - although there was something equally weird and awkward about the goodbye, although it wasn't enough to stick in my brain.
Yes, I believe he's still interested, and nothing was meant by the evasive "see you around" last time or this date's equally awkward goodbye that I can't remember - except that it was awkward. And even if he's interested, there are still some things that need to be discussed. One of those things being the girlfriend - whom shall now be known as the big fat pink elephant, as deemed by a co-worker. Nothing about her has been brought up. He doesn't bring her up and I still haven't found a comfortable way to ask what the deal is with that. However, he did offer to make me a mix cd, which in middle school terms, means we're getting pretty serious. Yet, a lot of this seems to be moving at the pace of a middle school relationship - we've held hands, kissed (nothing else physically yet), and now I'll have a mix cd to show for it. Maybe next time I can get my mom to drive me to the mall to meet him while walking around and not doing anything. But until then, there's still the big fat pink elephant that I need to get out of the picture.
Saturday, October 20, 2007
See you around.
So a third date with the guy my mom set me up with happened last night (time for a blog name: Guy my mom set me up with will here on out be known as CK). Let's backtrack first to earlier in the week when I went to dinner with my parent's and grandmother. My grandmother is especially invested in this working out because CK's mom is my grandmother's landlady this summer. My grandmother always asks me how it's going and this time she told me a story about how she ran into someone who knows both my grandmother and CK's mom. My grandmother proceeds to tell this mutual friend that her granddaughter (me) and her landlady's son (CK) are dating. I freaked out when she told me this story, because honestly I don't want it to get back to CK that I'm going around telling people that we're dating, when we've only been out on 3 dates so far. My grandmother didn't see the problem with this - we are going on dates - therefore in her mind, we are dating. Oh the intricacies of a word.
Last night, I was supposed to have a hayride with school for the faculty. I was looking forward to it (not because my crush was going - because he was not!), but I wasn't really heartbroken when they canceled it due to impending thunderstorms. I had a hell of a week this past week, and could really have used a quiet low-key night. When CK and I talked earlier in the week, he mentioned getting together over this upcoming weekend, but I knew my week was jam packed and the weekend was as well. I had kind of given him a non-definitive answer on whether or not I could see him. We had played phone tag Wednesday night, and Thursday night - neither one of us ever there when the other called, so by Friday I had no idea what his weekend plans were either. When the hayride was canceled, I sent him a quick text letting him know that I was in fact going to be around Friday night and didn't have any plans if he was free. He responded almost immediately that he was and would call me when he got out of work. Friday was a busy day because on Thursday, I had bought a new car, and Friday was spent dealing with all the paperwork. I had to return my rental car (my old car is not in drivable condition), drive the guy from the dealership back (he brought my rental car), finish signing my paperwork, stop by my aunt's to show my aunt and my grandma my new car, go to my other grandma's for dinner, and then eventually go out. When I got to my aunt's house, I realized that my wallet was missing, and I had a mini-meltdown. Turns out I had left it in the rental car, and thankfully it was still there. My aunt and grandma (not the one who knows CK's mom) wanted me to tell them about CK, but he happened to call right then, and having missed his calls all week, I didn't want to miss this one. I quickly said goodbye to my grandma and aunt, and as I was getting on the phone, my aunt says loudly, "have a good date!" At least you can't see someone turn beet red over the phone. We decided a low-key night was best for both of us, and after I picked up my wallet, I scraped the rest of the plans and just went over to his place to rent a movie.
I got there, CK wanted to check out the car (which I am proud to say is a lovely thing to be seen), and then we walked over to the video store. We were going to rent Knocked Up, but it was taken during the time we were deciding if it was worth it or not (since I had already seen it, but was willing to see it again). We decided to rent City of God, which was very brutally violent and very graphic. It was extremely well done, and I think I really liked it, but it's hard to tell with a movie like that. We watched the whole thing, start to finish. We drank beer, and sat awkwardly close to each other, and I was very aware of his presence the entire time during the movie. Towards the very end of the movie, he put his arm around me. That's all that happened during the movie. After the movie, he kissed me and there was some cuddling and kissing on the couch. It was completely innocent, and nothing more than kissing happened over the 5 hour span that I was there. To be perfectly honest, I wasn't going to do much more than that anyway, being that he has a picture of his girlfriend in the room we were making out in. Granted, I've seen this picture before, which is how I knew it was his girlfriend. But to be kissing someone who has a girlfriend, with her picture staring me down, was something I had no comfort in. It was still a nice evening, cuddling and kissing while the rain was pouring down outside. It was cozy.
While we were talking, he kind of invited me to a concert on Wednesday, but never really asked me if I wanted to go. I'm not sure what I'm going to do about that yet. He made me tea before I had to drive home, and while I was drinking the tea and waking myself up to drive home, he asked me what my plan was. My plan? for... tonight? for the week? for life? He didn't specify. So I took the immediate plan, and said I was going to go home because it was late. He agreed that was a good idea, and said there would be other nights. Other nights for what? He walked me downstairs, kissed me goodbye (and it was a very nice kiss - which he commented on), and then said, "See you around." What kind of goodbye is that? See you around? I'd love to know what he meant by that. My friends think he was nervous and didn't know what to say. I think it could have been a weird brush off. I'm not sure.
Will there be more to come with CK? I'm thinking about texting him about the concert on Wednesday because the venue was changed and he apparently didn't know about that, but I'm not sure that I want to go. But maybe, I'll see him around.
There's little else going on, my crush is still there and a good distraction at school, but nothing new to speak of in that area. My life is busy, but relatively boring. Come December, when I'm done graduate school, I hope all that will change.
Last night, I was supposed to have a hayride with school for the faculty. I was looking forward to it (not because my crush was going - because he was not!), but I wasn't really heartbroken when they canceled it due to impending thunderstorms. I had a hell of a week this past week, and could really have used a quiet low-key night. When CK and I talked earlier in the week, he mentioned getting together over this upcoming weekend, but I knew my week was jam packed and the weekend was as well. I had kind of given him a non-definitive answer on whether or not I could see him. We had played phone tag Wednesday night, and Thursday night - neither one of us ever there when the other called, so by Friday I had no idea what his weekend plans were either. When the hayride was canceled, I sent him a quick text letting him know that I was in fact going to be around Friday night and didn't have any plans if he was free. He responded almost immediately that he was and would call me when he got out of work. Friday was a busy day because on Thursday, I had bought a new car, and Friday was spent dealing with all the paperwork. I had to return my rental car (my old car is not in drivable condition), drive the guy from the dealership back (he brought my rental car), finish signing my paperwork, stop by my aunt's to show my aunt and my grandma my new car, go to my other grandma's for dinner, and then eventually go out. When I got to my aunt's house, I realized that my wallet was missing, and I had a mini-meltdown. Turns out I had left it in the rental car, and thankfully it was still there. My aunt and grandma (not the one who knows CK's mom) wanted me to tell them about CK, but he happened to call right then, and having missed his calls all week, I didn't want to miss this one. I quickly said goodbye to my grandma and aunt, and as I was getting on the phone, my aunt says loudly, "have a good date!" At least you can't see someone turn beet red over the phone. We decided a low-key night was best for both of us, and after I picked up my wallet, I scraped the rest of the plans and just went over to his place to rent a movie.
I got there, CK wanted to check out the car (which I am proud to say is a lovely thing to be seen), and then we walked over to the video store. We were going to rent Knocked Up, but it was taken during the time we were deciding if it was worth it or not (since I had already seen it, but was willing to see it again). We decided to rent City of God, which was very brutally violent and very graphic. It was extremely well done, and I think I really liked it, but it's hard to tell with a movie like that. We watched the whole thing, start to finish. We drank beer, and sat awkwardly close to each other, and I was very aware of his presence the entire time during the movie. Towards the very end of the movie, he put his arm around me. That's all that happened during the movie. After the movie, he kissed me and there was some cuddling and kissing on the couch. It was completely innocent, and nothing more than kissing happened over the 5 hour span that I was there. To be perfectly honest, I wasn't going to do much more than that anyway, being that he has a picture of his girlfriend in the room we were making out in. Granted, I've seen this picture before, which is how I knew it was his girlfriend. But to be kissing someone who has a girlfriend, with her picture staring me down, was something I had no comfort in. It was still a nice evening, cuddling and kissing while the rain was pouring down outside. It was cozy.
While we were talking, he kind of invited me to a concert on Wednesday, but never really asked me if I wanted to go. I'm not sure what I'm going to do about that yet. He made me tea before I had to drive home, and while I was drinking the tea and waking myself up to drive home, he asked me what my plan was. My plan? for... tonight? for the week? for life? He didn't specify. So I took the immediate plan, and said I was going to go home because it was late. He agreed that was a good idea, and said there would be other nights. Other nights for what? He walked me downstairs, kissed me goodbye (and it was a very nice kiss - which he commented on), and then said, "See you around." What kind of goodbye is that? See you around? I'd love to know what he meant by that. My friends think he was nervous and didn't know what to say. I think it could have been a weird brush off. I'm not sure.
Will there be more to come with CK? I'm thinking about texting him about the concert on Wednesday because the venue was changed and he apparently didn't know about that, but I'm not sure that I want to go. But maybe, I'll see him around.
There's little else going on, my crush is still there and a good distraction at school, but nothing new to speak of in that area. My life is busy, but relatively boring. Come December, when I'm done graduate school, I hope all that will change.
Sunday, October 14, 2007
Double Date
On Friday I went on a double date with the guy from Monday. I went with my best friend and her fiance and the guy. It was strange to have a second date as a double date, but it turned out fine enough. My friends drove into the city, and we picked up my date on the way. I was pretty nervous about my friends meeting this guy, especially because I still don't know the direction this is going in. My friends also have really never thought any of the guys I've dated were really good enough for me... so I always worry about what they think (not that it's ever stopped me before).
Anyway, we picked him up at his place and headed to Northern Liberties. We went my favorite bar/bowling alley, and had dinner. Dinner went really well. There was some time spent the four of us talking, and then there was some time spent talking just the two of us. We talked about everything from politics to music, and had a good time with my friends as well. We got around to bowling after dinner, and I sucked completely. I'm not a very good bowler on a good day, but on Friday I sucked worse than ever - all of us did actually. Well my date was the best of all of us, which I think was a good thing. I chalk that up to Wii bowling. I must invest in one so I can improve my bowling scores.
After 2 atrocious games of bowling, we hung out for a while at the bowling alley and then headed over to Center City for some delicious gelato. We were a good foursome, we each spent time talking. He talked to my friend while I talked to her fiance, he talked to the fiance while my friend and I hung out, and he and I got to spend a good amount of time together as well. We stayed at the gelateria until they closed. We drove my date back to his place. This was the part I was worried about. Should I walk him to his door? Should I say goodbye to him in the car? I decided to walk him out. He gave me a hug and a kiss on the lips, a little more romantic than last time, but still not a "make-out" kiss (which was a good thing - my friends were waiting in the car). He said he'd like to get together again, and I told him to call me (which I don't do!) and he said he assured me he definitely would... whatever that means.
What I'm struggling most with is deciding whether this is going to go in a friend direction or a relationship direction. My friends want me to invite him to a hayride we're going on next week, but I think I'd like to have another one on one date before another group date. A group date could push things into a more friends-only category. If we could hang out one on one, I could see better where I think this going. I'll just wait and see when I hear from him, and decide what I'm going to then. But so far so good... maybe mother does know best.
Anyway, we picked him up at his place and headed to Northern Liberties. We went my favorite bar/bowling alley, and had dinner. Dinner went really well. There was some time spent the four of us talking, and then there was some time spent talking just the two of us. We talked about everything from politics to music, and had a good time with my friends as well. We got around to bowling after dinner, and I sucked completely. I'm not a very good bowler on a good day, but on Friday I sucked worse than ever - all of us did actually. Well my date was the best of all of us, which I think was a good thing. I chalk that up to Wii bowling. I must invest in one so I can improve my bowling scores.
After 2 atrocious games of bowling, we hung out for a while at the bowling alley and then headed over to Center City for some delicious gelato. We were a good foursome, we each spent time talking. He talked to my friend while I talked to her fiance, he talked to the fiance while my friend and I hung out, and he and I got to spend a good amount of time together as well. We stayed at the gelateria until they closed. We drove my date back to his place. This was the part I was worried about. Should I walk him to his door? Should I say goodbye to him in the car? I decided to walk him out. He gave me a hug and a kiss on the lips, a little more romantic than last time, but still not a "make-out" kiss (which was a good thing - my friends were waiting in the car). He said he'd like to get together again, and I told him to call me (which I don't do!) and he said he assured me he definitely would... whatever that means.
What I'm struggling most with is deciding whether this is going to go in a friend direction or a relationship direction. My friends want me to invite him to a hayride we're going on next week, but I think I'd like to have another one on one date before another group date. A group date could push things into a more friends-only category. If we could hang out one on one, I could see better where I think this going. I'll just wait and see when I hear from him, and decide what I'm going to then. But so far so good... maybe mother does know best.
Monday, October 08, 2007
Deja Vu
I've been on this date before. Well maybe not really, but I've definitely been in this position before. Here's how it all started...
My mom met his mom down the shore. His mom started talking to my mom, they both discovered that they had children of the same age, who were both single (or so they both said), living in the same area. They decided we should meet. My mom came home from the shore and insisted that I look him up on Myspace. I did, and his profile clearly states that he's in a relationship. Ok, well nevermind. I forgot all about this, until my mom brought him up again a few weeks later, telling me that she talked to his mother and he's not in fact really in a relationship. She says that I should really email him... ok, fine. So I send a weird email to him, because really what can you say when it clearly states on his page that he's in a relationship? I put some stuff out there about having recently moved back home, blah blah blah. It was a strained, awkward attempt at an introduction.
He emails me back and sort of explains that his relationship is in transition, and definitely open, and he's available to meet new people. I'm not sure really what any of this means, but I think he's cute based on his pictures, we seem to have some similar interests, and that's enough for me to at least go on one date with the guy. He called me on Wednesday night of this past week, and we talked for about an hour. I was definitely looking forward to tonight's date, despite the fact that there was a possibility that he might still be involved in a relationship.
We met up at his apartment in Center City. I know, not a smart move on my part, but we only met there because he has a driveway, which is killer for the city. I didn't go into his place, just purely used it for the driveway. The first thing I thought when I saw him was that he was definitely cuter than his picture. Not a bad start. We walked over the South Street, and ate dinner outdoors. It's nice to be able to eat outside in October, but to be honest, I'm getting a little tired of the heat and am ready for some cool autumnal weather. The conversation was good throughout, and there are little nuances he has that reminds me completely of D (mainly he has a Wii and an ex (or non-ex in this case) still in the picture). We sat and talked for a good while, and the conversation ran smoothly. A good date, for sure. But there's still this feeling of is this guy single or interested or anything, hanging over my head.
After dinner we walk back to his place (of course we do, my car is there!). He asks me if I want to come in and see his place. Hmm, this might get interesting - I think. But really, all he does is show me around his apartment, barely. And then takes me on a short tour of the church that is attached to his apartment. It's totally torn out on the inside, being renovated. And he has the whole living quarters plus church all to himself. Add the factor of the driveway onto that equation and it's a pretty sweet set-up. So we hang out in the church for a while, and talk at the bottom of the stairs... and finally, the girlfriend comes up. I definitely brought this up... somehow. He mentioned a girl or something, and I said something to the effect of "oh is that the girl you're kind of in a relationship with?" He responds in the affirmative. And there is a bit of awkward explaining as to why they are not together, mostly it has to do with the fact that she moved to Nova Scotia, and he did not.
We parted well, an awkward hug which I laughed off saying something to the effect of how these things are always weird. Then he walked me out, gave me a kiss on the lips, and we agreed to another date possibly this coming weekend.
So, this leaves me in a similar position as I've been in before. Do I want to get invested in a guy who is clearly still involved elsewhere? I am going to see him again, so I guess I will play it as it comes. I don't ever like playing second best, but we'll see how it goes.
As far as the first set up ever by my mom, not so bad. I'd definitely let her set me again.
My mom met his mom down the shore. His mom started talking to my mom, they both discovered that they had children of the same age, who were both single (or so they both said), living in the same area. They decided we should meet. My mom came home from the shore and insisted that I look him up on Myspace. I did, and his profile clearly states that he's in a relationship. Ok, well nevermind. I forgot all about this, until my mom brought him up again a few weeks later, telling me that she talked to his mother and he's not in fact really in a relationship. She says that I should really email him... ok, fine. So I send a weird email to him, because really what can you say when it clearly states on his page that he's in a relationship? I put some stuff out there about having recently moved back home, blah blah blah. It was a strained, awkward attempt at an introduction.
He emails me back and sort of explains that his relationship is in transition, and definitely open, and he's available to meet new people. I'm not sure really what any of this means, but I think he's cute based on his pictures, we seem to have some similar interests, and that's enough for me to at least go on one date with the guy. He called me on Wednesday night of this past week, and we talked for about an hour. I was definitely looking forward to tonight's date, despite the fact that there was a possibility that he might still be involved in a relationship.
We met up at his apartment in Center City. I know, not a smart move on my part, but we only met there because he has a driveway, which is killer for the city. I didn't go into his place, just purely used it for the driveway. The first thing I thought when I saw him was that he was definitely cuter than his picture. Not a bad start. We walked over the South Street, and ate dinner outdoors. It's nice to be able to eat outside in October, but to be honest, I'm getting a little tired of the heat and am ready for some cool autumnal weather. The conversation was good throughout, and there are little nuances he has that reminds me completely of D (mainly he has a Wii and an ex (or non-ex in this case) still in the picture). We sat and talked for a good while, and the conversation ran smoothly. A good date, for sure. But there's still this feeling of is this guy single or interested or anything, hanging over my head.
After dinner we walk back to his place (of course we do, my car is there!). He asks me if I want to come in and see his place. Hmm, this might get interesting - I think. But really, all he does is show me around his apartment, barely. And then takes me on a short tour of the church that is attached to his apartment. It's totally torn out on the inside, being renovated. And he has the whole living quarters plus church all to himself. Add the factor of the driveway onto that equation and it's a pretty sweet set-up. So we hang out in the church for a while, and talk at the bottom of the stairs... and finally, the girlfriend comes up. I definitely brought this up... somehow. He mentioned a girl or something, and I said something to the effect of "oh is that the girl you're kind of in a relationship with?" He responds in the affirmative. And there is a bit of awkward explaining as to why they are not together, mostly it has to do with the fact that she moved to Nova Scotia, and he did not.
We parted well, an awkward hug which I laughed off saying something to the effect of how these things are always weird. Then he walked me out, gave me a kiss on the lips, and we agreed to another date possibly this coming weekend.
So, this leaves me in a similar position as I've been in before. Do I want to get invested in a guy who is clearly still involved elsewhere? I am going to see him again, so I guess I will play it as it comes. I don't ever like playing second best, but we'll see how it goes.
As far as the first set up ever by my mom, not so bad. I'd definitely let her set me again.
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Meetings.
Life is slow these days, at least on the dating front. I haven't been on any dates, and the salesman seems to have picked up on my "not interested" vibe and has ceased calling. My only saving grace these days is my school crush. I know I shouldn't write about it here because of the risk of someone finding out, but I'll live dangerously for now.
I had a meeting where my crush was present today. It was a brief department meeting, and did not require any one of us to stay very late. I assumed that as soon as the meeting was over, my crush would be out the door. I stayed around to talk with two of my co-workers, who were discussing the quality of their daycare teachers that both of their children attend. I smiled at my crush and said something to the effect of, I'm glad I don't have to worry about that. He was hanging around too, and it wasn't very clear as to why. He didn't seem to have anything important to say or anything further to discuss, but he was clearly hanging around. I was walking back to my classroom with my co-worker, and he came with us. My co-worker left to go pick up her son, and I just assumed that my crush would be leaving shortly there after. No, he stayed, for close to half an hour. We talked about school, and graduate school, and a little reference to life outside of school... but still, half an hour in my room. We joked around a bit, and the conversation had a professional, yet flirty, feel to it. He stayed until the custodian came in, kind of cautiously, and asked if she was interrupting something private. It must have seemed very intimate, with just the two of us talking in the doorway of my classroom. He stayed for a bit longer after that, but with the custodian in and out of my room, it felt strange for the two of us to stand there, in her way, talking. The choices were either, I leave my classroom, he comes fully into the classroom, or we end our already long conversation.
There is something to be said for him staying all this time to talk to me, I think, and in all the jobs I've ever had, I've never had a crush on someone who I actually had a chance with. This is just something very new. He mentioned stopping by my classroom on Friday, but my classes will be testing in the library all day, so he assured me he would stop by sometime next week. I'm constantly flustered by his appearance in my room throughout the days when he does stop by, but I do continue to look forward to our meetings.
I had a meeting where my crush was present today. It was a brief department meeting, and did not require any one of us to stay very late. I assumed that as soon as the meeting was over, my crush would be out the door. I stayed around to talk with two of my co-workers, who were discussing the quality of their daycare teachers that both of their children attend. I smiled at my crush and said something to the effect of, I'm glad I don't have to worry about that. He was hanging around too, and it wasn't very clear as to why. He didn't seem to have anything important to say or anything further to discuss, but he was clearly hanging around. I was walking back to my classroom with my co-worker, and he came with us. My co-worker left to go pick up her son, and I just assumed that my crush would be leaving shortly there after. No, he stayed, for close to half an hour. We talked about school, and graduate school, and a little reference to life outside of school... but still, half an hour in my room. We joked around a bit, and the conversation had a professional, yet flirty, feel to it. He stayed until the custodian came in, kind of cautiously, and asked if she was interrupting something private. It must have seemed very intimate, with just the two of us talking in the doorway of my classroom. He stayed for a bit longer after that, but with the custodian in and out of my room, it felt strange for the two of us to stand there, in her way, talking. The choices were either, I leave my classroom, he comes fully into the classroom, or we end our already long conversation.
There is something to be said for him staying all this time to talk to me, I think, and in all the jobs I've ever had, I've never had a crush on someone who I actually had a chance with. This is just something very new. He mentioned stopping by my classroom on Friday, but my classes will be testing in the library all day, so he assured me he would stop by sometime next week. I'm constantly flustered by his appearance in my room throughout the days when he does stop by, but I do continue to look forward to our meetings.
Thursday, September 20, 2007
Slurpee Salesman
I've been promising this blog for a few days now... and I should be sleeping, or doing graduate school work, or regular school work... but I'm blogging. Sunday night was my first date since I moved back home. It was weird telling my parents that I would be going on a date, and kind of embarrassing, because I'm living at home, and am now 27... Hopefully by the time I'm 28, I'll have enough money saved up to have already bought my new house. Wishful thinking. Back to the date. The guy is 31 (I must have a thing for that age these days, 31 = same age as my crush), and actually went to the same high school as me, but I think he graduated a year before I started there. It's unlikely that I would have known him anyway, I'm sure we ran with different crowds.
The short of it: (because I'm too tired to retell the whole date.) Nothing exciting.. an hour or so at Starbucks, soup at Ponzios... he asked me if I wanted to go to his place. I said no. He kissed me, it was ok. He's called me twice since then. The end.
Is he a nice guy? Yes. Definitely. Very social, and we had no problem keeping up conversation. Am I attracted to him? I don't think so. He does have very nice blue eyes, but I don't think that's enough to make it count. Here are just a few of my issues:
Today's best search that landed them on my blog was: "my date tried to suck my toes." I have NO idea how that one would go, but I would LOVE to hear that story!
The short of it: (because I'm too tired to retell the whole date.) Nothing exciting.. an hour or so at Starbucks, soup at Ponzios... he asked me if I wanted to go to his place. I said no. He kissed me, it was ok. He's called me twice since then. The end.
Is he a nice guy? Yes. Definitely. Very social, and we had no problem keeping up conversation. Am I attracted to him? I don't think so. He does have very nice blue eyes, but I don't think that's enough to make it count. Here are just a few of my issues:
- He never went to college. (I have a big problem with that... I know, college isn't for everyone, but it's essential for me, so I can't imagine not going.)
- He's bald. and kind of looks like my ex.
- He slurps his coffee, and his soup. I witnessed both.
- He's had gastric bypass surgery, which is not a problem, but that he can only eat food in small doses totally is. I don't like to eat more food than my date, ever. So that meant dinner on our date was a bowl of soup. I finished mine (and probably could have eaten something a bit more substantial), he had a few spoonfuls and was done. That was a turnoff. I think I'd rather date a guy with some meat on his bones who eats more than a dude who eats less than an ounce of food per meal.
- He's a car salesman. I felt like at every suggestion he made to me, he was trying to close a deal. I don't necessarily trust the intentions of a guy who I feel is trying to sell me something, even if it is just the idea of another date.
Today's best search that landed them on my blog was: "my date tried to suck my toes." I have NO idea how that one would go, but I would LOVE to hear that story!
Monday, September 17, 2007
How you get here.
So there have been a lot of hits on this ol' blog lately... and I have to say some of the people finding this blog are probably not looking for it. Some of the strangest ways some people have come to read my rants and raves about the dating world caught my eye.
Today's top 5 ways that my blog was found were through the following Google searches:
5. Dating an Israeli (I can answer this question for the one who is looking for answers... it sucks. don't do it.)
4. jdate for non jews. Well, people... they call it Match.com, and it's open for everyone. Again, Jdate is not for Jesus.
3. Summer Corduroy. Hmm. I don't know. really, I don't. Probably a no-no, but so many people wear white after labor day these days, I think all fashion rules are null and void (Except for tapered jeans, with a belt and a tight polo shirt. That one still doesn't work in my book.)
2. brooklyn girl blog dating disaster. Ok, so this person was probably looking for the blog... but c'mon who doesn't have the link out there? Bookmark it already people.
1. What date does summer end? Well the answer is not here, but I know it. The equinox is on Sept. 23rd this year. Probably not how I would phrase that search, but if you Google that question, my blog is on the first page.
My blog also comes up for first date disasters, second date disasters, ignoring text messages after a date, jdate phone#, my dating diary, and Scott Plasky (seriously feel bad for this one, I didn't mean for that to happen, but whoever googles his name always gets to my page).
I used to think that only people I knew read my blog, but there are people far and wide who read it. This started as just a way to keep my friends up to date on my dates, so I didn't have to retell the same crazy story over and over again. It's become so much more. So even though I'm not a Brooklyn girl anymore, and I don't date in the city either, the blog will live on.
I went on a date last night, as is apropos for the Sunday of my birthday weekend, I'll tell you all about it later. I'm beat.
Today's top 5 ways that my blog was found were through the following Google searches:
5. Dating an Israeli (I can answer this question for the one who is looking for answers... it sucks. don't do it.)
4. jdate for non jews. Well, people... they call it Match.com, and it's open for everyone. Again, Jdate is not for Jesus.
3. Summer Corduroy. Hmm. I don't know. really, I don't. Probably a no-no, but so many people wear white after labor day these days, I think all fashion rules are null and void (Except for tapered jeans, with a belt and a tight polo shirt. That one still doesn't work in my book.)
2. brooklyn girl blog dating disaster. Ok, so this person was probably looking for the blog... but c'mon who doesn't have the link out there? Bookmark it already people.
1. What date does summer end? Well the answer is not here, but I know it. The equinox is on Sept. 23rd this year. Probably not how I would phrase that search, but if you Google that question, my blog is on the first page.
My blog also comes up for first date disasters, second date disasters, ignoring text messages after a date, jdate phone#, my dating diary, and Scott Plasky (seriously feel bad for this one, I didn't mean for that to happen, but whoever googles his name always gets to my page).
I used to think that only people I knew read my blog, but there are people far and wide who read it. This started as just a way to keep my friends up to date on my dates, so I didn't have to retell the same crazy story over and over again. It's become so much more. So even though I'm not a Brooklyn girl anymore, and I don't date in the city either, the blog will live on.
I went on a date last night, as is apropos for the Sunday of my birthday weekend, I'll tell you all about it later. I'm beat.
Thursday, September 06, 2007
Crush
I have a crush. This is something so weird for me because I can't remember the last time I had a real honest to god crush on someone. I don't work in a profession that often opens itself up to the work romance, the men in teaching are few and far between. And the ones that are there are usually either A) married, B) old, C) gay or D) all of the above. [...]
The rest of this post has been edited because I'm an idiot and told someone I worked with about the blog. If you want to read it, let me know, I'll send it to you...
The rest of this post has been edited because I'm an idiot and told someone I worked with about the blog. If you want to read it, let me know, I'll send it to you...
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