I need one of my bloggy friends who is not technologically challenged to help me out. Nope, we're not gonna stalk the new boy (yet). I just need some way I can get updates on the blogs I read. I've heard (read) most of you guys use Google reader but I don't know how to use it =( It's really getting annoying because I never know when my favorite bloggers post something new.
That said, I'll tell you about the date.
On Thursday we had English class together, but the class was dismissed early. I had to walk up to the professor to ask her something and LSS decided to go and stand next to me. When I finished talking to her, LSS goes (rather loudly) "So, at what time do you want me to pick you up? Is 9:30pm OK?" Of course, the professor heard. She winked at me and laughed. How embarrassing! After that I went home and nervously got ready. I don't even know why I was so nervous, but I guess it's been too long and I'm a bit rusty.
At 9:15 he called me to tell me he was on his way to my house and got here at 9:30 on the dot (2 points for being punctual). He called me to say he was outside and asked if it was OK for him to come in (3 points for that). I was actually dreading this part and wanted him to NOT come in and meet the craziness that is my dogs/my mom/my brother/my step dad/American idol recaps, but, they were all on their best behaviour (that's for you, Kali) and didn't embarrass me. It was quite awesome for me to check my mom out from the corner of my eye and see her smiling like The Joker because she LOVED the guy. I really think she was mentally doing her happy/victory dance and thanking the Lawd her daughter wasn't gonna end up a sad spinster.
The ride to the karaoke bar was long (about 25 min) but we had a nice conversation. He seemed genuinely interested in getting to know me and asked me about a million questions (3 points). I told him about Home Country, my dysFUNKtional family (another post for another day) and how I've never tried drugs. He told me about how he used to smoke a lot but not anymore because he stopped liking it, about his parents who are a bit of hippies and his sister who lives in London.
When we got to the place, it was PACKED but we still managed to find good seats and good service. We didn't have dinner, only drinks and some chips. Over the course of the night, we had 2 of those big ass fishbowl margaritas on the rocks (FUCKING DELICIOUS, BTW) and two shots of 'tron each. By the time the karaoke really got started (around 11.30pm) we had a nice buzz going on and were leaning towards the Drunky Brewster side. Of course, at this point I just HAD to try my hand at karaoke and sing onstage for the first time ever. I loved it!! I might actually audition for American Idol next year so look out for a tall, tan, gorgeous, sexy brunette (I'll be standing next to her). I did my rendition of "I Will Survive" and the lady next to me said "You sound great!" which gave me the confidence to really belt it out and get people to sing with me. What can I say, alcohol is a great social lubricant. After that, we had a lot of fun listening to others make fools of themselves and had some nice conversation going on. At some point he told me he hated people who were late and that that was his biggest pet peeve. I said "Well, I'm one of those. I call and tell people, I'm 5 minutes away when I'm really 30 minutes away." His response? "Please! Don't ever do that to me, I will get mad and probably yell at you and I don't want that." I didn't know what to make of that comment, so you be the judge.
After that, we went home and on the way we had a very deep conversation about relationships and dating and how hard it all is. He told me he's been mostly in very serious relationships (longest was 2 and a half years, and another one they moved in together) and he doesn't really look for hook ups or flings (4 points!!). He also said he's a gentleman and has had girls (mostly friends) sleep next to him and nothing has happened (I didn't really believe that, so no points). I told him about my failed relationships and how they never last longer than 8 months. I also told him about my heart breaker tendencies (the Ex once told me "You go through life breaking guys' hearts and it's not fair. I wish someone would break yours so you can see how it feels."). When we got to my house I said thank you and he hugged me goodbye. I texted 30 minutes after he dropped me off to thank him again for a great night and he replied (at about 3am when I was already asleep) that he would like to do it again sometime. Of course, I didn't see that till Friday morning and I never replied. Now it looks like I don't want to go out with him again, but I do. Anyway, I'll see him Tuesday in class so I guess it's all good.
Oh yeah, my mom woke me up at 6:30am on Friday, 3 hours after I went to sleep to ask me ALL ABOUT THE DATE. Holly shit, that woman loved the guy. I don't know what it is. Probably the whole him-being-6'5-I'm-5'8-so-I'll-get-to-wear-heels thing. I went to work with a raging hangover that had my head feeling like it was about to explode. I had 2 Advil's and about 3 gallons of water and felt a little better. Funny thing was, I was way more productive than I usually am. I guess going to work with a bad hangover is a good thing right? Maybe I should do it more often.
Just in case you're wondering, I wore something like this.
That said, I'll tell you about the date.
On Thursday we had English class together, but the class was dismissed early. I had to walk up to the professor to ask her something and LSS decided to go and stand next to me. When I finished talking to her, LSS goes (rather loudly) "So, at what time do you want me to pick you up? Is 9:30pm OK?" Of course, the professor heard. She winked at me and laughed. How embarrassing! After that I went home and nervously got ready. I don't even know why I was so nervous, but I guess it's been too long and I'm a bit rusty.
At 9:15 he called me to tell me he was on his way to my house and got here at 9:30 on the dot (2 points for being punctual). He called me to say he was outside and asked if it was OK for him to come in (3 points for that). I was actually dreading this part and wanted him to NOT come in and meet the craziness that is my dogs/my mom/my brother/my step dad/American idol recaps, but, they were all on their best behaviour (that's for you, Kali) and didn't embarrass me. It was quite awesome for me to check my mom out from the corner of my eye and see her smiling like The Joker because she LOVED the guy. I really think she was mentally doing her happy/victory dance and thanking the Lawd her daughter wasn't gonna end up a sad spinster.
The ride to the karaoke bar was long (about 25 min) but we had a nice conversation. He seemed genuinely interested in getting to know me and asked me about a million questions (3 points). I told him about Home Country, my dysFUNKtional family (another post for another day) and how I've never tried drugs. He told me about how he used to smoke a lot but not anymore because he stopped liking it, about his parents who are a bit of hippies and his sister who lives in London.
When we got to the place, it was PACKED but we still managed to find good seats and good service. We didn't have dinner, only drinks and some chips. Over the course of the night, we had 2 of those big ass fishbowl margaritas on the rocks (FUCKING DELICIOUS, BTW) and two shots of 'tron each. By the time the karaoke really got started (around 11.30pm) we had a nice buzz going on and were leaning towards the Drunky Brewster side. Of course, at this point I just HAD to try my hand at karaoke and sing onstage for the first time ever. I loved it!! I might actually audition for American Idol next year so look out for a tall, tan, gorgeous, sexy brunette (I'll be standing next to her). I did my rendition of "I Will Survive" and the lady next to me said "You sound great!" which gave me the confidence to really belt it out and get people to sing with me. What can I say, alcohol is a great social lubricant. After that, we had a lot of fun listening to others make fools of themselves and had some nice conversation going on. At some point he told me he hated people who were late and that that was his biggest pet peeve. I said "Well, I'm one of those. I call and tell people, I'm 5 minutes away when I'm really 30 minutes away." His response? "Please! Don't ever do that to me, I will get mad and probably yell at you and I don't want that." I didn't know what to make of that comment, so you be the judge.
After that, we went home and on the way we had a very deep conversation about relationships and dating and how hard it all is. He told me he's been mostly in very serious relationships (longest was 2 and a half years, and another one they moved in together) and he doesn't really look for hook ups or flings (4 points!!). He also said he's a gentleman and has had girls (mostly friends) sleep next to him and nothing has happened (I didn't really believe that, so no points). I told him about my failed relationships and how they never last longer than 8 months. I also told him about my heart breaker tendencies (the Ex once told me "You go through life breaking guys' hearts and it's not fair. I wish someone would break yours so you can see how it feels."). When we got to my house I said thank you and he hugged me goodbye. I texted 30 minutes after he dropped me off to thank him again for a great night and he replied (at about 3am when I was already asleep) that he would like to do it again sometime. Of course, I didn't see that till Friday morning and I never replied. Now it looks like I don't want to go out with him again, but I do. Anyway, I'll see him Tuesday in class so I guess it's all good.
Oh yeah, my mom woke me up at 6:30am on Friday, 3 hours after I went to sleep to ask me ALL ABOUT THE DATE. Holly shit, that woman loved the guy. I don't know what it is. Probably the whole him-being-6'5-I'm-5'8-so-I'll-get-to-wear-heels thing. I went to work with a raging hangover that had my head feeling like it was about to explode. I had 2 Advil's and about 3 gallons of water and felt a little better. Funny thing was, I was way more productive than I usually am. I guess going to work with a bad hangover is a good thing right? Maybe I should do it more often.
Just in case you're wondering, I wore something like this.
5 comments:
Wait what did he sing? This is important.
Wow you guys talked about past relationships on the first date? You are braver than me. I usually talk about silly putty.
sounds like a good date =)
-RS: He sang -wait for it- Vanessa Carlton's "A thousand miles". Please, don't take his man card just yet.
-NAchi: I think it was. I was SO nervous, though.
Heeeeey nice outfit douchegirl! Looking good!!! Also, I'm so glad to know I'm not the only person out ther with an extremely loose definition of time. For me, ten minutes could be five or forty depending on where I am and how well my inner timekeeper is working...
Which is generally not well.
So glad you had fun! The fishbowls sound yummmm
Ahhhh. I am soo happy it went well! It sounds like it was fun. And I'm glad we (the readers) got some finality/closure on the date vs. casual outing thing. I guess it was indeed a date!
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