A little over a week ago I was on an auction block being wagged in front of the masses to help raise funds for some friends here in town. A date with me went for top dollar. That's right. Top fucking dollar. This is, of course, a boost to the ole self esteem, but the guy who "bought" me never really followed through and we have not been on said date nor do i think said date will occur. I should be happy about that and, while i am, I am still a bit like "what the hell, dude?" Well, his loss I guess because I did end up meeting someone else there whom i got to having some great conversations with after, of course, starting off with some truly awkward conversations due to the immense stress i was under being within view of my most recent ex boyfriend.
PHEW!
That's a run-on sentence if I ever made one! I'm also a little proud of it. hehe
I have been in the business recently of stepping outside my comfort zone, because I have found that it can be pretty rewarding at times. That is certainly how I ended up deciding to leave my previous position as coffee shop manager for Starbucks and open up my own business. All of the energy and things I have been doing have all been leaps of faith. I am not a religious person at all so I should, at the very least, have faith in myself and the things us wonderful humans are capable of accomplishing. Because, damn! We are super sweet, you guys!That being said, the guy I met is not my type at all. He is, and I'll use his own words here, a "Hesh bag" or, basically, a metalhead. I had to figure it out. I had to figure out why talking to this person just came so naturally and why i was so comfortable telling him within the first 3 minutes of meeting him that my end game was to fall in love with a lumber jack.
um...what. the. hell, me?
yes, i did that.
No mystery there.
We talked on the phone for several days while he was out of town on business and as I got to know him a little more I realized that our phone conversations were stretching into the 90minute+ mark. Crazy! I don't remember the last time I had a conversation on the telephone that lasted more than an hour, especially with a guy I just met a few days prior. He's interesting and a damn scientist. seriously. for his job he is a fucking scientist. I mean, that's pretty damn sexy right there. bonus points for science. also, puppies. let's be honest, if a woman sees a man with a puppy it greatly increases the likelihood of that woman fantasizing about that man later in the day. I'd like to say that's true of all women, but maybe it's just this woman and those are statistics i can feel good about.
The very first date he asked me on was to go get acupuncture.
wait...what?!
ACUPUNCTURE?!?!?!
Um, no, dude. I'm not going to have a conversation with you with fucking needles sticking out of my forehead. I mean, that's some kind of intimacy right off the bat that I'm not comfortable with. I don't even like to go to the bathroom with someone else in the house let alone being that sort of vulnerable in front of a near stranger. Although, it does make for a great story as is evidence by this blog entry.
obviously.
Luckily, with him being out of town all week we were able to come up with other plans for the date. you know, plans that don't involve a bed of needles. So, dinner and a hockey game. I usually don't commit to much more than a drink or two on a first date these days, because it gives you the ease of being able to walk away without upsetting anyone, but this time i made an exception. I thought that since we had been talking all week long and I felt fairly comfortable being in his company for a few hours, why not? sure. dinner and a hockey game it is. He picked me up for dinner and I could quickly tell that he was just as nervous as I was which just made things far more relaxed going forward. dinner was at a restaurant that was almost too fancy for my taste. I'm, more often than not, a girl of simple pleasures. I have an extreme weakness for french fries and i love condiments more than the array of foods they go on, but here we were looking over a menu written in french and listening to their various wine offerings.
Chardonnay for me.
Always Chardonnay.
the dryer the better.
I love red wine too, but it always make me slutty. It was best to stick with white knowing this anecdote about me, at least, on our first romantic encounter.
As we sat there, I look around the room and realize that I know a ton of people in the restaurant. Our server was, pretty much, the only person I didn't know that worked in the establishment. By the end of the night about 5 different people, bar and kitchen staff alike, had sat down in our booth to chat with me. I thought that this was going to be a moment where he became disenchanted with me, but it had the opposite effect on him.
He loved it.
He was almost enamored by the fact that I spoke with everyone so candidly and the tension between us now was at an absolute minimum. Both he and I were able to talk so easily and comfortably.
Onward, to the hockey game.
The Columbus Blue Jackets won! Seriously?! What the fuck, blue jackets! I mean, good for you guys and yay and stuff, but you never win. This had to be a good sign, right?
While walking to his car we were torn now between calling it a night or continuing on. We decided we were going to have a drink on the way home at a new little spot in town and then call it.but then again. there we were. easy as hell to talk to and having a nice time. the spot was cozy and low lit and made for a somewhat romantic atmosphere, so... We hit up a show that was happening a bit closer to my house. This is, possibly, where we may have overstayed the date a bit.The show was fine and we both ran into some people we knew and that was all good, but then arm in arm we stood at one point and both of us had had a bit to drink and i could just tell he wasn't going to but wanted to so i just did.
yes.
i. kissed. him.
i kissed him.
at bourbon street?
ick. yes. i did.
not the best venue for that kind of thing, but whatever. I'm a grown ass woman and I make my own ass choices! I made that one and it was...good. the kiss was good even though i should have waited to not be at bourbon street anymore. i mean, come on. that's a bit tacky.he took me home and i didn't realize until we were parked in front of my house that it was 230am! wow. that's the longest first date i think I've ever been on.
To know that there are people out there. Millions of people out there. Even though my odds decrease, naturally, with age the odds are still pretty damn good. I mean, those fucking odds are really still in my favor. I never was an angry feminist man hater and i don't really plan on ever being an angry feminist man hater. It is certainly nice going out with someone that can remind you that humans aren't inherently bad people, but are inherently kind people.
Will we go out again?
maybe
Am I sweatin' it?
not a chance
So, For now...
PHEW!
That's a run-on sentence if I ever made one! I'm also a little proud of it. hehe
I have been in the business recently of stepping outside my comfort zone, because I have found that it can be pretty rewarding at times. That is certainly how I ended up deciding to leave my previous position as coffee shop manager for Starbucks and open up my own business. All of the energy and things I have been doing have all been leaps of faith. I am not a religious person at all so I should, at the very least, have faith in myself and the things us wonderful humans are capable of accomplishing. Because, damn! We are super sweet, you guys!That being said, the guy I met is not my type at all. He is, and I'll use his own words here, a "Hesh bag" or, basically, a metalhead. I had to figure it out. I had to figure out why talking to this person just came so naturally and why i was so comfortable telling him within the first 3 minutes of meeting him that my end game was to fall in love with a lumber jack.
um...what. the. hell, me?
yes, i did that.
No mystery there.
We talked on the phone for several days while he was out of town on business and as I got to know him a little more I realized that our phone conversations were stretching into the 90minute+ mark. Crazy! I don't remember the last time I had a conversation on the telephone that lasted more than an hour, especially with a guy I just met a few days prior. He's interesting and a damn scientist. seriously. for his job he is a fucking scientist. I mean, that's pretty damn sexy right there. bonus points for science. also, puppies. let's be honest, if a woman sees a man with a puppy it greatly increases the likelihood of that woman fantasizing about that man later in the day. I'd like to say that's true of all women, but maybe it's just this woman and those are statistics i can feel good about.
The very first date he asked me on was to go get acupuncture.
wait...what?!
ACUPUNCTURE?!?!?!
Um, no, dude. I'm not going to have a conversation with you with fucking needles sticking out of my forehead. I mean, that's some kind of intimacy right off the bat that I'm not comfortable with. I don't even like to go to the bathroom with someone else in the house let alone being that sort of vulnerable in front of a near stranger. Although, it does make for a great story as is evidence by this blog entry.
obviously.
Luckily, with him being out of town all week we were able to come up with other plans for the date. you know, plans that don't involve a bed of needles. So, dinner and a hockey game. I usually don't commit to much more than a drink or two on a first date these days, because it gives you the ease of being able to walk away without upsetting anyone, but this time i made an exception. I thought that since we had been talking all week long and I felt fairly comfortable being in his company for a few hours, why not? sure. dinner and a hockey game it is. He picked me up for dinner and I could quickly tell that he was just as nervous as I was which just made things far more relaxed going forward. dinner was at a restaurant that was almost too fancy for my taste. I'm, more often than not, a girl of simple pleasures. I have an extreme weakness for french fries and i love condiments more than the array of foods they go on, but here we were looking over a menu written in french and listening to their various wine offerings.
Chardonnay for me.
Always Chardonnay.
the dryer the better.
I love red wine too, but it always make me slutty. It was best to stick with white knowing this anecdote about me, at least, on our first romantic encounter.
As we sat there, I look around the room and realize that I know a ton of people in the restaurant. Our server was, pretty much, the only person I didn't know that worked in the establishment. By the end of the night about 5 different people, bar and kitchen staff alike, had sat down in our booth to chat with me. I thought that this was going to be a moment where he became disenchanted with me, but it had the opposite effect on him.
He loved it.
He was almost enamored by the fact that I spoke with everyone so candidly and the tension between us now was at an absolute minimum. Both he and I were able to talk so easily and comfortably.
Onward, to the hockey game.
The Columbus Blue Jackets won! Seriously?! What the fuck, blue jackets! I mean, good for you guys and yay and stuff, but you never win. This had to be a good sign, right?
While walking to his car we were torn now between calling it a night or continuing on. We decided we were going to have a drink on the way home at a new little spot in town and then call it.but then again. there we were. easy as hell to talk to and having a nice time. the spot was cozy and low lit and made for a somewhat romantic atmosphere, so... We hit up a show that was happening a bit closer to my house. This is, possibly, where we may have overstayed the date a bit.The show was fine and we both ran into some people we knew and that was all good, but then arm in arm we stood at one point and both of us had had a bit to drink and i could just tell he wasn't going to but wanted to so i just did.
yes.
i. kissed. him.
i kissed him.
at bourbon street?
ick. yes. i did.
not the best venue for that kind of thing, but whatever. I'm a grown ass woman and I make my own ass choices! I made that one and it was...good. the kiss was good even though i should have waited to not be at bourbon street anymore. i mean, come on. that's a bit tacky.he took me home and i didn't realize until we were parked in front of my house that it was 230am! wow. that's the longest first date i think I've ever been on.
To know that there are people out there. Millions of people out there. Even though my odds decrease, naturally, with age the odds are still pretty damn good. I mean, those fucking odds are really still in my favor. I never was an angry feminist man hater and i don't really plan on ever being an angry feminist man hater. It is certainly nice going out with someone that can remind you that humans aren't inherently bad people, but are inherently kind people.
Will we go out again?
maybe
Am I sweatin' it?
not a chance
So, For now...
I went on a date with someone where the same thing happened. We ran into people I knew everywhere we went, whether it was our server or the bartender or whoever. He was super impressed and a little intimidated and i felt a little embarrassed and had to keep emphasizing that it wasn't a big deal and that if you've lived in a city for the majority of your adult life you're bound to get to know a lot of people.
ReplyDeleteGetting out of your comfort zone is always a good thing. My thinking is to always keep an adventurous spirit and to do new things constantly. It's good for the soul to be in new situations and as long as everyone involved is safe and happy then it's pretty much "Game On", right?
xoxo
I have been in the habit of stepping out of my comfort zone and, yes, it's been wonderful! I mean, i definitely am still scared a lot of the time, but I've met so many lovely new people and my business is really starting to do well. I can't be mad at that. even a little.
DeleteI'm so glad you're one of the biggest fans in life and online!