This following happened several weeks ago...aka, prior to Valentine's Day.
I'm in a pool of bachelorettes for a matchmaking service. This is separate from the It's Just Lunch dates. The woman who owns the matchmaking service works for the men. They pay her about $3K to essentially find them a mate. So I'm in her pool of potentials 'mates.'
She'd been trying for weeks to set me up with Jon. Between my travel schedule and his work schedule, we were having issues meeting up for our first date, when it finally dawned on her that he owns a business at the airport (my second home), so why don't we meet up there? Perfect! I was landing at 3PM on Wednesday of that week. 'He'll meet you at your gate,' Miss Matchmaker said.
My flight home was a short one...a little over an hour. Apparently I was quite tired that day because I fell asleep before the wheels even left the ground and slept so hard that I had to actually lift up the window shade to see if we had landed. In a complete daze, I tried to wake myself up knowing that Prince Charming Potential was going to be right there at the gate. I was sooo out of it, though, still completely in la-la, dreamland. I checked myself out in my compact mirror and while I was relieved not to have any makeup under my eyes (god bless smudge proof mascara), I did have very prominent pillow marks engraved in my face. If anyone has an instant cure for these, please let me know, because I had no idea how to get rid of them in a pinch.
So I walk off the plane and instantly spot Jon. I walk up to him, flash as peppy of a smile as I can, and introduce myself. He hugs and kisses, yes, kisses me on the lips. I mean it was only a little peck, but still, kinda forward! And it only added to sleep-induced confusion, but he took my bag for me and handed me a gift certificate to his store. 'Wow, this is great,' I thought. I liked the personal concierge service.
I own up to my hard core snooze...difficult to deny with pillow marks illuminating my face and he says, 'Ya, you look a little tired.' Well, that's fabulous, I thought. Anyhoo...I politely excused myself to the ladies' room, freshened up, and then we made our way to the main terminal for some tea.
It was a pleasant date and I'll go out with him again. Next time, I'll be sure that it's not approximately 2.3 minutes after I wake up!
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Monday, February 16, 2009
A picture speaks a thousand words...
While I usually do not shy away from details, I'm going to be a bit aloof on this post. I'll just say that I had one of the best, if not THE best Valentine's Days ever. The photo you see is what greeted me when I arrived at my date's house on Saturday night. He cooked dinner for me and had the items you see, including a stuffed bear holding a heart that said, 'Be Mine,' a lit candle, cherry-flavored Hershey kisses, a really, really sweet card, and a dozen long stem, de-thorned, red roses, sitting on the already set dining room table. Yesssss, it was very, very sweet and nice. I'll call him my Valentine any day.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
The morning after....
So I wake up the morning after the vomiting at about 7:30. I'm laying in bed with my hands on my forehead, both easing the pain of the slight headache I have and just cringing in embarrassment about what had happened the night before. I'm rehearsing the contrite voicemail I'm going to leave him sometime soon.
As I'm laying there my door bell buzzes and I immediately blame the FedEx man for disturbing me so early. There's no way I'm getting up. He rings the bell AGAIN. I'm completely annoyed at this point, so I get up and look out the window. No FedEx truck, no UPS truck either. Maybe one of my neighbors is locked out. So I push the button to talk and in a highly irritated voice I ask, 'Who is it??!!' A male voice responds, '31derful, it's Indiana.' OMG!!! What is he doing here??? Did he sleep in his car?? He'd had quite a few adult beverages too. And wasn't it enough that he heard me puke? Now he has to see me with mascara smeared under my eyes, unbrushed teeth, and wearing boxers and a ratty (but oh-so comfortable) tank top? This was only getting worse.
Well, I let him in and he starts saying something, but I shush him and say, 'Gimme a sec, K?' I make a quick dash to do a 30 second clean-up and get dressed effort and walk back out in the living room.
'I didn't come over to stay. I shouldn't have left last night,' he says.
'Oh no,' I say, 'You definitely should have left last night.'
'No, I left and then I was really worried about you. What if you got back in bed, got sick again in your sleep, and choked?! I tried to call your phone, but it was off, so...I didn't come over to stay, I just needed to make sure you were all right.'
Wow, seriously? How sweet is that? Indiana scored some huge points. He gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek and true to his word, he left shortly after. Then he sent me a friend request on Facebook later that morning. I guess he and I both survived my too-much-to-drink-debacle. Phew, that was a close one!
As I'm laying there my door bell buzzes and I immediately blame the FedEx man for disturbing me so early. There's no way I'm getting up. He rings the bell AGAIN. I'm completely annoyed at this point, so I get up and look out the window. No FedEx truck, no UPS truck either. Maybe one of my neighbors is locked out. So I push the button to talk and in a highly irritated voice I ask, 'Who is it??!!' A male voice responds, '31derful, it's Indiana.' OMG!!! What is he doing here??? Did he sleep in his car?? He'd had quite a few adult beverages too. And wasn't it enough that he heard me puke? Now he has to see me with mascara smeared under my eyes, unbrushed teeth, and wearing boxers and a ratty (but oh-so comfortable) tank top? This was only getting worse.
Well, I let him in and he starts saying something, but I shush him and say, 'Gimme a sec, K?' I make a quick dash to do a 30 second clean-up and get dressed effort and walk back out in the living room.
'I didn't come over to stay. I shouldn't have left last night,' he says.
'Oh no,' I say, 'You definitely should have left last night.'
'No, I left and then I was really worried about you. What if you got back in bed, got sick again in your sleep, and choked?! I tried to call your phone, but it was off, so...I didn't come over to stay, I just needed to make sure you were all right.'
Wow, seriously? How sweet is that? Indiana scored some huge points. He gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek and true to his word, he left shortly after. Then he sent me a friend request on Facebook later that morning. I guess he and I both survived my too-much-to-drink-debacle. Phew, that was a close one!
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
"I really like making out with you, but I feel a little nauseous."
So remember Indiana? The guy from NYE whom I thought blew me off, but really didn't? Well, we went out again about a week later. It was a fabulous night, but let's just say not one of my most shining moments! Read on to experience my embarrassment...
He picked me up around 6:30 and we went for Indian food. Neither one of us was in the mood to drink as we'd both had our fill over the weekend. So, okay, we plan to order water or ice tea, at least that was the plan...We sit down and see the beer menu staring at us, calling to us, and so we both order India beers. Who are we to deny the full ethnic experience, right? It's at least a half an hour before we even look at the menus. We're talk, talk, talking about all kinds of things...and not just general things...rather things that actually matter like the kind of relationship we have with our parents and how no one over the age of 9 should wear Croc's.
We finally order food and another round of drinks. I'm having a great time and really enjoying his company. It's just really easy being with him.
We leave dinner. He refused to let me pay and we start discussing where to next. "Should we try to think of a non-drinking activity?" I asked. "Like Starbucks?" he replied. "Sure," I said. "Well, we could go to Starbucks, but we did already START drinking, so maybe we should just keep rolling with it." I quickly agreed. I'm very agreeable when I'm flirting.
I then have the oh-so-fabulous idea to try this new bar which serves Belgian beers. Little do I make the connection that Belgian beers are HIGH OCTANE - like two for one kind of deal. We belly up to the bar, I taste a few and decide on one that had approximately 9% alcohol content. We laugh and talk and even danced around a little bit and consumed two more beers a piece at this place. It was turning into a really fun evening.
We leave the Belgian bar and head for my place. I asked if he wanted to come in and he said sure. He's a runner like I am and had just bought a foam roller which can be used to stretch your legs, glutes, back, etc. It's awesome. I highly recommend it. Anyhow, we start drinking red wine and rolling all over the floor on my foam rollers. I have two. Before you know it, we're kind of snuggling/kissing on the living room floor. 'This date is going so great! I'm having a blast with this guy,' I happily thought. My stomach, however, had alterior and evil motives...
Allow me to briefly make the disclaimer that while I don't drink all that frequently anymore, I can hold my alcohol. I went to a Big Ten school and along with Calculus learned how not to be the girl whose hair you have to hold back while she gets sick on the dance floor in the middle of the bar.
That said, as Indiana and I are romantically laying on the floor, all of a sudden, my stomach urgently decides that it disagrees with this situation. "Um, Indiana, I really like making out with you, but I think I'm gonna be nauseous." I get up, briskly walk to my bathroom which is only ten feet away from the living room, shut the door, and totally barf. It was awful. I wanted to lock the doors, break a window, and jump out. I wanted to absolutely DIE. I was MORTIFIED. The entire time I dated Mr. Wrong, I only got sick once and made him leave his own house, to ensure that he would not hear the sexy noises I make as vomit escapes my mouth. Indiana completely heard it because the bathroom proximity to my living room does not work in my favor.
After brushing my teeth and gathering a lot of courage, I finally vacated the bathroom and couldn't even look him in the face. "Maybe I should go," he mumbled a bit. "Yeesss, that's probably a good idea. Indiana, I'm so embarrassed, I just don't even know what to say. I swear to god that I'm not that girl who can't hold her liquor." He seemed to think it was no big deal, gave me a gentle hug, a kiss on the cheek, and headed out the door. Immediately as the door closed I had to run, yes, run back to the bathroom, to get sick yet again.
Oh my god...I put a note in my Blackberry to call AA in the morning to get a list of alcohol-free activities you can do for dates...not that I'll ever have one again with Indiana. Sheesh....
He picked me up around 6:30 and we went for Indian food. Neither one of us was in the mood to drink as we'd both had our fill over the weekend. So, okay, we plan to order water or ice tea, at least that was the plan...We sit down and see the beer menu staring at us, calling to us, and so we both order India beers. Who are we to deny the full ethnic experience, right? It's at least a half an hour before we even look at the menus. We're talk, talk, talking about all kinds of things...and not just general things...rather things that actually matter like the kind of relationship we have with our parents and how no one over the age of 9 should wear Croc's.
We finally order food and another round of drinks. I'm having a great time and really enjoying his company. It's just really easy being with him.
We leave dinner. He refused to let me pay and we start discussing where to next. "Should we try to think of a non-drinking activity?" I asked. "Like Starbucks?" he replied. "Sure," I said. "Well, we could go to Starbucks, but we did already START drinking, so maybe we should just keep rolling with it." I quickly agreed. I'm very agreeable when I'm flirting.
I then have the oh-so-fabulous idea to try this new bar which serves Belgian beers. Little do I make the connection that Belgian beers are HIGH OCTANE - like two for one kind of deal. We belly up to the bar, I taste a few and decide on one that had approximately 9% alcohol content. We laugh and talk and even danced around a little bit and consumed two more beers a piece at this place. It was turning into a really fun evening.
We leave the Belgian bar and head for my place. I asked if he wanted to come in and he said sure. He's a runner like I am and had just bought a foam roller which can be used to stretch your legs, glutes, back, etc. It's awesome. I highly recommend it. Anyhow, we start drinking red wine and rolling all over the floor on my foam rollers. I have two. Before you know it, we're kind of snuggling/kissing on the living room floor. 'This date is going so great! I'm having a blast with this guy,' I happily thought. My stomach, however, had alterior and evil motives...
Allow me to briefly make the disclaimer that while I don't drink all that frequently anymore, I can hold my alcohol. I went to a Big Ten school and along with Calculus learned how not to be the girl whose hair you have to hold back while she gets sick on the dance floor in the middle of the bar.
That said, as Indiana and I are romantically laying on the floor, all of a sudden, my stomach urgently decides that it disagrees with this situation. "Um, Indiana, I really like making out with you, but I think I'm gonna be nauseous." I get up, briskly walk to my bathroom which is only ten feet away from the living room, shut the door, and totally barf. It was awful. I wanted to lock the doors, break a window, and jump out. I wanted to absolutely DIE. I was MORTIFIED. The entire time I dated Mr. Wrong, I only got sick once and made him leave his own house, to ensure that he would not hear the sexy noises I make as vomit escapes my mouth. Indiana completely heard it because the bathroom proximity to my living room does not work in my favor.
After brushing my teeth and gathering a lot of courage, I finally vacated the bathroom and couldn't even look him in the face. "Maybe I should go," he mumbled a bit. "Yeesss, that's probably a good idea. Indiana, I'm so embarrassed, I just don't even know what to say. I swear to god that I'm not that girl who can't hold her liquor." He seemed to think it was no big deal, gave me a gentle hug, a kiss on the cheek, and headed out the door. Immediately as the door closed I had to run, yes, run back to the bathroom, to get sick yet again.
Oh my god...I put a note in my Blackberry to call AA in the morning to get a list of alcohol-free activities you can do for dates...not that I'll ever have one again with Indiana. Sheesh....
He totally has a girlfriend - Punk!
Well as it turns out Colt does, in fact, have a girlfriend. Can you believe that?! I'm glad I'm not her. I don't think I'd want my boyfriend to be leading on girls the way that Colt did to me. What a punk.
He still does not know, however, that I know that he has a girlfriend. This has been kind of a fun trump card to have in my back pocket as we continue to communicate. My friend Chris discovered this clandestine information. Chris is involved in Colt's industry and just happened to mention that he was having a business meeting with him. "Wait a second! You're having a business meeting with Colt Smith?! You've got to do some digging for me!" I eagerly requested of him. With bells on, Chris complied with my wishes and reported back that his due diligence resulted in confirmation of a girlfriend (whom he had actually met). He also said, "31derful, he is NOT your intellectual equal. You can do better." "Duh," I humbly said, "He's not the man I'm going to marry, he's just supposed to be fun rebound guy to whom I don't have to become emotionally attached! I just need somebody to play with for a little while." I am not, however, a home wrecker and am too respectful of karma and my values to hone in on someone else's boyfriend. I regularly practice the golden rule as well.
So, no go on subsequent dates, but maybe he has cute friends....
He still does not know, however, that I know that he has a girlfriend. This has been kind of a fun trump card to have in my back pocket as we continue to communicate. My friend Chris discovered this clandestine information. Chris is involved in Colt's industry and just happened to mention that he was having a business meeting with him. "Wait a second! You're having a business meeting with Colt Smith?! You've got to do some digging for me!" I eagerly requested of him. With bells on, Chris complied with my wishes and reported back that his due diligence resulted in confirmation of a girlfriend (whom he had actually met). He also said, "31derful, he is NOT your intellectual equal. You can do better." "Duh," I humbly said, "He's not the man I'm going to marry, he's just supposed to be fun rebound guy to whom I don't have to become emotionally attached! I just need somebody to play with for a little while." I am not, however, a home wrecker and am too respectful of karma and my values to hone in on someone else's boyfriend. I regularly practice the golden rule as well.
So, no go on subsequent dates, but maybe he has cute friends....
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Business Meeting or Date? You Decide!
I was attending an Angel Investor Entrepreneurial Convention. The entrepreneurs pitch their ideas with the intention of attracting investment money needed for their new businesses to grow.
There were A LOT of guys at this convention, mostly mid-40s to mid-50s and married, but there were a few younger gentleman who were smart and well dressed. I was very much in the minority as a younger, single female. Fine with me!
"Colt" was one of the entrepreneurs pitching his idea. The idea, incidentally, has to do with environmental sustainability, which is the career direction in which I'm trying to move. I went up to him and introduced myself after he delivered his pitch. He immediately used my name as I extended my hand. Sure, I had on a nametag, but I thought it was nice that I didn't have to say, 'My name is....' He gave me his card and I emailed him later that week with some made-up, but seemingly legitimate business suggestion. I closed the email by typing..."I'd be happy to meet with you for coffee or a cocktail sometime to discuss." He responded in under 12 hours and said, "Yes, let's get a cocktail. What does your schedule look like next week?" That's a good sign, right?
We met for happy hour on a really cold night. He called to say that he was running late, so I asked for his drink order. We were both drinking vodka sodas. We finished the first round of drinks and he suggested another round. "I'll get this one," he said. 'Okay,' I thought, most BUSINESS meetings do not involve more than one round of beverages and if they do, it's usually beers, not liquor, but I'm game. Our conversation had already left my contrived business idea anyhow and we were discussing our childhood, vacations, mountain activities, etc.
He brings back the drinks, suggests ordering food, which we do, and after over 2 hours, he takes care of the tab and we make a verbal list of all of our 'action items' from this 'meeting.' They involved things like visiting the planetarium, exchanging some books, and definitely meeting up for some outdoor winter-time activities. Sounds more boyfriend than business partner to me, but what do I know?
We walk outside the restaurant, he walks me to my car (this has never happened even once after a business meeting), gives me a hug good-bye, and says he'll be in touch soon. Approximately 45 minutes later I receive a text message from him....'Really enjoyed the conversation. Have a great night.' 'Ha!' I thought, that was TOTALLY a date. My staged business-meeting ploy worked!
The next day I even got an email from him asking me to clarify the name of a book recommendation I'd given him. He totally wants me...
Hunger Pains!
I met Charlie (we'll call him Charlie) via the fitness website. In his photos he is HOT....like Jake Ryan hot in 16 Candles or like high school football quarterback hot. Perhaps a little out of my league, I thought, but, hey, he contacted me, so why not go for it?!
We met for lunch and when I saw him, I hope my poker face was working. He did not resemble the chisled hottie with incredible jaw bones whom I had seen in the picutres. He was very skinny, with a waist line possibly smaller than mine and my immediate thought was that he MUST be on drugs or gay. His mannerisms were extremely feminine. Nothing wrong with that, of course, but it limits my romantic connection with him.
Well, we sat down and ordered. I was starving after a pretty aggressive workout earlier that morning. He ordered a mere half of a sandwhich and a cup of soup. That's it?! Maybe that was his appetizer and he'd be ordering a cheeseburger later. I ordered shrimp skewers and a salad.
Our meals arrived...yes, that was his entire meal, and we started to eat. I had reached a point of near hypoglycemia because I was so hungry, so I had to hold myself back and make sure to put my fork down every now and then. Well, he finished his tiny cup of soup, but was "too full" to finish his entire half sandwich. I should have asked him if I could have it. I reluctantly did not finish my meal and asked for a to-go box because I felt like a pig eating more than this guy who was a good 6' tall.
After the meal (no dessert, of course), we walked outside, he asked for my number, I gave it to him (You can't really use the excuse/lie that you have a boyfriend when you meet someone through a dating website.), and we walked in separate directions. The SECOND I got in my car and double-checked that I was no longer in his view, I opened my to-go box and finished my lunch. I went home and had a piece of fruit in addition to my meal.
I guess we'd save a lot of money on the grocery bill if he and I wound up together, but I would waste away to nothing and never be able to satisfy my sweet tooth. I don't see this one going anywhere anytime soon....
We met for lunch and when I saw him, I hope my poker face was working. He did not resemble the chisled hottie with incredible jaw bones whom I had seen in the picutres. He was very skinny, with a waist line possibly smaller than mine and my immediate thought was that he MUST be on drugs or gay. His mannerisms were extremely feminine. Nothing wrong with that, of course, but it limits my romantic connection with him.
Well, we sat down and ordered. I was starving after a pretty aggressive workout earlier that morning. He ordered a mere half of a sandwhich and a cup of soup. That's it?! Maybe that was his appetizer and he'd be ordering a cheeseburger later. I ordered shrimp skewers and a salad.
Our meals arrived...yes, that was his entire meal, and we started to eat. I had reached a point of near hypoglycemia because I was so hungry, so I had to hold myself back and make sure to put my fork down every now and then. Well, he finished his tiny cup of soup, but was "too full" to finish his entire half sandwich. I should have asked him if I could have it. I reluctantly did not finish my meal and asked for a to-go box because I felt like a pig eating more than this guy who was a good 6' tall.
After the meal (no dessert, of course), we walked outside, he asked for my number, I gave it to him (You can't really use the excuse/lie that you have a boyfriend when you meet someone through a dating website.), and we walked in separate directions. The SECOND I got in my car and double-checked that I was no longer in his view, I opened my to-go box and finished my lunch. I went home and had a piece of fruit in addition to my meal.
I guess we'd save a lot of money on the grocery bill if he and I wound up together, but I would waste away to nothing and never be able to satisfy my sweet tooth. I don't see this one going anywhere anytime soon....
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