All my days have been filled with boringness and work. I have watched a lot of Alias the past day, though it hasn't been Season 3's episodes yet. I've also read a lot of books, none of which are worthy to be recommended however. I have changed the name of my blog, mainly because I thought it would be funny, and perhaps someday I will have many single misadventures. Right now I only have one to comment on:
About two weeks ago I finally went and met one of the guys I had been 'set-up' with online. Actually he was the only guy I was still talking to, though I don't know why all the other guys were scared off. Do I really take that bad of a picture? Do I look fat in all my pictures? Screw the looking, am I fat? (Hopefully these are rhetorical questions) Anyway, Cary was the last one and I was at least interested in meeting him. It's hard to tell what a person is like from a picture, unless you already know the person. They are so much more than just their physical appearance. How one carries themselves can make them taller, shorter, geekier, smarter, more or less confident, etcetera.
We agreed to go on a quick mini-golfing date. He wanted to go 'real' golfing at first, since I've never done that I declined... besides being stuck on a golf course for an indeterminate amount of time didn't seem like the best plan. It was raining for a few days leading up to the 'date' and so we decided our backup plan was bowling. The day dawned bright and sunny, so I headed to the mini-golf range... I was supposed to meet him in the clubhouse. That's when I realized that we were going to mini-golf at an actual golf course. I wasn't so sure how I felt about this, but didn't put up a last minute fight... what would be the point anyway? I drove down there and, of course, got lost. He, of course, didn't have a cell phone or at least not one that he would admit to and give me the number for. I ended up being 10 minutes late and had to walk into a bar filled with men; which is probably on the top 10 things I never want to do again, right up there with farting during a prayer service. He recognized me, though I didn't recognize him... probably because I was trying VERY hard not to stare directly at anyone's face for fear of being hit on by a total stranger. (I don't know why I fear this, I just do.)
Cary offered to buy me a drink, which I declined. For one I don't enjoy drinking that much, and for two I was driving, and for three I should make it a policy not to drink on first dates. So we headed off in the direction of the mini-golf course and had very awkward conversation along the way. I was so flustered that I didn't get any of his jokes, not that they were any good. And I pretty much realized that he was a complete geek, not that he wasn't cute or attractive, but geeks aren't really my type. I'm more the 'athletic' type... and I don't mean jock and prep... I just mean solid athletic guys who don't cry when they break a nail. Not that Cary would cry if he broke a nail, but Bill Gates might...and that's the famous person that Cary most reminded me of though he wasn't quite THAT geeky.
Well we arrived at the mini-golf place and found that it was closed for a private event. Cary suggested we go and get dinner, but it was only 4pm and I wasn't hungry, plus I had told him the night before that I didn't like eating in front of dates... too much pressure. So we headed back towards the direction of the cars and I thought perhaps we would go bowling instead since it had been our backup plan. However I had no idea where the nearest bowling alley was and the one we had been planning on was 25 minutes north not including the rush hour traffic. Alas, our date was not to be for as we arrived at Cary's car he said 'Well I guess we'll reschedule then' and my response was 'Oh, okay'... what else am I supposed to say?
He emailed me three days later to ask if my reply had merely been a polite way of saying no, though I haven't written him back because I don't know what to say. It's not that he's not cute; it's that I'm not attracted to him. And I would go out with him to be friends, but he's already said he's not interested in that. So I have let the email hang... perhaps I will write him back this week, but probably not.
Buying a new shirt for your blind date?... $15
Gas for the 25 minute drive to get to your date... $10
Having the date only last 6 minutes?... Priceless