Blind Date Biotches

Plenty of Fish sucks-- and I'm certainly not having as much luck at Ms 40 something over here, who by the ways needs to make a post.  But the week I finally decide to delve back into the online dating world, I manage to score myself a friday night date. Well I didn't exactly score it myself per se, but it's a date non the less.  I happened to be drinking on the pier in Hermosa Beach last weekend and made friends with a group of girls.  Long story short one of the girls was gushing about how awesome her brother was and how we would be a perfect fit...I guess we'll see.  This shall be my first blind date and I am 100% going to be myself.  Take it or leave it, boyfriend.


xoxo, 20 something <3

POF?

Okay, things have been a bit dry over here, and I'm not talking about the weather. In order to get over this dry spell we (I) seem to be experiencing in southern california, I've taken it upon myself to once again enter the world of online dating. barf.
So instead of paying each month to go on these pathetic dates I thought I would save the 39.99 and sign up for the much acclaimed POF. That's Plenty of Fish for you taken folks.
I guess I will find out whether or not the quality of men on this site are what you pay for...let's hope not.

xoxo, the slightly pessimistic 20 something

The caveman has not evolved...

Here is a copy of an email I received.  There is NO editing involved. Yes, people really think they are going to get somewhere with emails like these....I so don't think so.

Hi Courtney

Hey Shorty,

How you been?? I'm new to match. I work doing Audits, Im in Boston for the next three months, with a a big job project and looking to make a friend. I was nervous writing you, with your fine looks and personality, figured some white guy already scooped you up. I Love the the tube dress on you, shows off: a pretty face, and great body- u got to be a fine 36d, 24, 35- size two? Perfect… Made me want to go draw on a wall like a caveman!!! I hope you date black men - so we can be friends. for now, Id just like to know more about ya.

Ok, if youre not using my pics now for voodoo pincushions; Read on:
My name is Remo, I am 32 yo,6'3" 210lbs, College Educated, Currently working on masters, and in very good shape. Played pro football for the Bucs- '97 & '98. I've only dated white babes for some time now- Love everything about em, just how i roll... . I'm discrete and respectful, take a moment to say hello, we can get some coffee and say hello, no hassles or entanglements.

In case you want to write me at my yahoo messenger it's remoexet a t y a h o o d o t c o m

What do you like to do? Seinfeld for you, or Friends? Do you dream in color or black and white?

Remo

I am not dreaming of you,
xoxo, the 30-something

Desperate Times, Desperate Measures?

Things have been a little dry in the date department. (pun intended)  I haven't been on a date in pshh months and the prospect of going on a date in the near future is pretty slim.  I don't know what it is, but the crazies are coming out of the closet, 'winking,' 'emailing' and showing me their 'interest.' But ew, yuck, gross... sooooo not interested.  Where are all the sexy, normal, young, financially responsible MEN??

If I don't find someone soon I suppose I may have to return the email from "Emmalicious." Yes,  I received an email from a lady suitor.

Do my desperate times call for some desperate measures?

xoxo,
confused 20 something

Date #2 - Cancellation Guy: AKA Dirty Talker!!

Date #2 was good.  Now if we are counting - that is 2 good dates in a row with the same guy....it seems promising.

Now I should start this off by saying he did postpone date #2 because he wasn't feeling well.  He also made the plans last minute by texting me Friday morning for a date that evening...so not a great start.  For our date he picked me up and we went to dinner at a great place around the corner from me.   Now here is the kicker, well one of them....we had one glass of wine each.  That's right folks, we ordered dinner, shared a yummy dessert and only had one glass of wine a piece.  What's up with that?  I didn't order a second one because when the waiter asked if he wanted another glass he said no.  Now I can appreciate the fact that he isn't guzzling down alcohol to enjoy himself, but really?  A nice leisurely meal should allow for at least 2 glasses of wine....right?  Why not split a bottle? After dinner I thought maybe we would walk along the water or head over to another bar for a drink, but no we went for another drive.  This time he took me down this windy road and drove his care like we were on a racetrack...totally fun, but I think I am now over the car. 

After the drive we ended up back at my place and when I asked if he wanted a beer or glass of wine he said no all he wanted was to kiss me...I was all good with that.  Now here is the second kicker the guy is a Dirty Talker!!  Out of no where, and we weren't all that hot heavy at this point, you would of thought he was auditioning for a pornographic audio book.  No joke!  And let's remember we had only one glass of wine so we were sober.  It took everything I had not to laugh out  loud.  I would share the details, but this is a family site. Use your imaginations and then take it a step further....really!(Sorry Mom!)  I am still a bit blown away by the dialogue.  He had been so polite and proper I just wasn't expecting it.
He left my place by 11:30pm and even though we hadn't made follow up plans it still looked promising.

One drink maximum again? Dirty Talker?

I like to drink...hmmm
xoxo,  the 30-something

Maybe Karma does exist...Cancellation guy comes through!

Girls, I had a great date!!!

Yes, I can't believe it myself...maybe I shouldn't get too excited, but this was fun.  Cancellation guy, aka Bill, and I have tried to coordinate our schedules before to no avail.  He had this and I had that and there was always work.  I decided I would call him while I was on vacation.  Yes, I picked up the phone and dialed his number...and got his voicemail.  No problem!  I left a great message and he texted a reply to rendezvous at our previously arranged spot when I got back. We confirmed a few hours prior to our meeting and for some reason I wasn't my crazy I can't do this agoraphobic self.  I was less stressed, did slightly less primping, and thought maybe he should worry about impressing me for once.
I arrived a few minutes early and when he walked in he came over, gave me big hug and said it was so nice to finally meet me.  No awkward moment!  We sat in the bar area ordered a martini and appetizers and talked like crazy with no rhyme or reason to our conversation.  It just jumped all over the place and we never did talk about one thing for long.  I didn't get his job resume or find out All about his family...hell I don't know a lot, but it was good.  We had a lot in common and also so much to chat about.
We each only had one drink and than sat chatting over our waters before our conversation steered towards cars.  I talked about my old BMW and he told me about bringing his to the track to race and then asked if I wanted to go for a drive.   I know what you are thinking, but after he helped me into my coat and opened the restaurant doors he offered me his keys.  Yep, he wanted me to drive his souped up 6 speed BMW....and it was awesome!!!  We, meaning I, drove around the city and had a blast!  It is a fantastic car and he was totally impressed with my skills.  He mentioned how glad he was that he let me drive and how much more he was enjoying the night.  When I pulled over to switch drivers he pulled me over for a great kiss!  Wow, this really was going well and the music totally appropriate.  When Sinatra came on and we were kissing next to his car and an abandoned building I felt like we should have been in a 1940's movie...so good!!

When we went our separate ways we hadn't made plans, nor did he text or email me like the others to tell me how great our night was....should I be worried?  In the morning still radio silence, nothing...are you kidding me?  He did come through later in the day though, and even though I hate the text message, we texted and made plans for Monday. Yeah!!!

I love Karma,
xoxo, the 30-something

P.S.  He agreed that I had given bad phone when we first talked.....ugh!

The back up date!

Ok, so I never updated you all on the back up date.  It was good.  It wasn't bad.  When did "well it isn't bad" turn into OK let's do it again.  Is accepting date #2 because I don't have anything else going on wrong?  Or, is it giving it time for things to develop?
 Josh, that was the back up date's name, was just kind of boring.  He was the guy that is probably always there, but you just never notice.  The conversation was fine, he wasn't ugly, and he did warn me about his sweaty attacks when he ate spicy food...and yes he ordered a spicy chicken sandwich and the sweat beaded off of him....but I was forewarned.  On a side note why would you do that?  It is not attractive to watch someone wipe the sweat off their brow while eating...this isn't an athletic event!! I digress...

Overall it was an enjoyable evening and I wasn't at home on the couch by myself.   We did the awkward hug good bye and said we would make plans.  He texted and emailed and called and I then returned his call.  After all he was a good guy and our conversation was good so why not?
When I got back from vacation I planned to call....give it the 'ol college try...why not it wasn't bad...right?

xoxo, the 30-something