oh me, oh my. || 03.11.01 at
Oh me, oh my! I went on a semi-really bad date last night. It was with my friend's cousin's friend/ex-boyfriend and oh boy it was a mistake. I'd met him only once, and I guess that's when he decided that he wanted to go out with me, because the next time I saw the friend and the cousin after that, they pounced on me with the question of going out on a date with (I think I'll borrow a page out of her book and refer to him as) Geekboy. At the time things weren't good (not that they are now) with blueberry scone so I kind of brushed it off and said yes why not, well now I wish I had gone with my instincts and just not gone.
He's been working down in Jersey five days a week so I figured now would be a good a time as any to meet up with him. We met up in Cambridge and went to dinner at this really great Mexican restaurant not too far from his house (mistake number 1?) Now I'm not really that big on Mexican food, and I was tired from the pissup the night before (shit, I will have to add another entry about that too - excuse all the jumping around) but the food was brilliant, I really enjoyed it. We only had one drink each, which was a Raspberry Daiquiri, the only reason he got one was because I did, and he got pretty loaded off of that one drink (it turns out he doesn't drink). Stupidly after dinner I agreed to go back to his place with him. As soon as we walked in the front door we were standing in his bedroom, which I took as a bad sign - that and the fact that he still sleeps in a single bed, when there is clearly room for something bigger. Not that I'm against people who sleep in a single bed, but heck, I haven't slept in one of those since I was maybe 12. Since then you couldn't pay me to sleep in a single bed, there has to be something said for spreading out! He then put on a piano improv cd, which was actually quite nice and suggest that we sit down on the couch. Now any other 34 year old man with a brain would be able to tell from a women's body language that she didn't want to further the friendship, but for some reason he took that as a sign to put all the usual juvenile moves on. I mean do guys seriously ask girls to kiss them? He didn't ask me if he could kiss me, but asked me to kiss him. He was clearly nervous and quite frankly I wanted to laugh in his face, but I obviously restrained myself - a great deal. If this makes me sound like a complete bitch I'm sorry. But if you could hear some of the things he was saying to me; "I don't date beautiful women anymore, I've been burned by too many of them." Well cheers mate, what the bloody hell does that make me, the dog's dinner? Come off it, would you seriously kiss someone after they said that? Then, oh, this is the kicker, he goes into details on this theory that one of his friends has. Apparently women want to be sure about something before they forge ahead in a relationship, they have more to lose. According to his friend, women don't want one night stands. Well I'm sorry to disappoint, but after having my heart broken by blueberry scone (although he doesn't know that) all I want is for some guy to just throw me down and have his way with me. I really don't want a relationship right now, and a one-night stand would suit me just fine! It got a bit weird after that, so I stood up to go and he stood there in front of me and tried it on again; it's a good thing that his head only comes up to below my chin, because he was definitely trying. How many times does a girl have to say no these days? I guess going into it I knew it could never work because he's shorter than me, but streuth ruth! Unfortunately he decided to walk me to the T station, so I felt a bit awkward about the whole thing, I knew he expected a kiss when we parted, so I just gave him a peck on the cheek and bolted down the stairs to the T. I was so relieved to finally get home, funnily enough when I arrived at Alewife, the friend who set this up called me and said that our mutual friend was back from the air force for a few days, so I told her all about the date and went home. After arriving home and letting Kuma out I went upstairs to call Sydney boy and tell my sordid tale - I think he was highly amused, he's also 34, so we flabbergasted when I relayed the story. I haven't a clue about half the stuff we talked about, but I was on the phone with him for four hours. Oh dear... I spoke with the friend again this afternoon and Geekboy is going over to her place tonight with the cousin, he says our date went very well - how do I break it to him? I on the other hand am swanning off to take Kuma for a walk, await Sydney boy’s call and then meet up with air force girl and some friends for a DD Detour (Double D Detour aka Dunkin' Donuts) later this evening. Oh, Highlight of my day? Well besides talking to Sydney Boy too much...talking to Adrian from WBCN about his favourite footy team, although I got cut off because I was stupid enough to call him from my mobile whilst driving to Alewife, such is life.