Did you forget that your fearful writer over here actually goes on dates? Seriously. I’m not in this just to make fun of terrible daters! [crossing my heart and hoping to die]
I haven’t been doing too much dating lately. Been feeling burned out.
Brief update for those of you that follow along (and if you’re one of those haters, keep your, “This isn’t a Date Wreck!” shit to yourself, ya heard?)
- So Dick Van Dyke? Kaput. Dude was the most confused individual I’ve ever met. Hot and cold. Then warm. Then hot… Then fucking polar bear’s toenails. He’s a nice guy. I wish him the best of luck, but I had to end any and all communication with him because he was just totally unsure of what he wanted. Dude was probably doomed from the get-go with a nickname like Dick Van Dyke. Mental note: choose better nicknames.
- Drill Sergeant? My, my, my. He was a tall drink of water. Unfortunately, he was flaky. Super de duper flaky. We made a few tentative plans to have a second date and both times, he didn’t call. Lucky for me, I don’t get down with the sitting-by-the-phone-pining-away-for-the-call girl thing. I asked him about it and he was like, “Gosh, I’m sorry. I guess I just got busy.” My verdict? Dude went all Greg Behrendt on me. He just could not have been all that into me to forget about making plans. I didn’t even really have to end it with this one. I didn’t return his last phone call and haven’t heard from him since
- I had two other dates in July. One with a delightfully cantankerous Dennis Leary type, but there wasn’t really any chemistry — I was hoping we’d end up friends, but he has sort of fallen off the face of the planet.
- Another with a friend-turned-date. No details on that one. He reads here too much.
- Oh, and remember the super hot single dad? He emailed me this month, too. But that boat ain’t sailing anywhere but nakedsville, and I know that just ain’t gonna be enough for me. Tempting, but no thanks.
So. Are we up to speed? Can you understand why I’ve been feeling burned out lately?
Can I tell you about my brunch date from yesterday yet?
I can? Lovely.
Folks, meet Krims. (Google it)
He’s a bit older than me, but it really feels like a non-issue. We’re in the same sort of space — both parents, both working in creative industries. We’re both really interesting and attractive, ha! He’s actually a really fantastic person.
I believe it all started with me winking at him on OkCupid, then he emailed me with this as his opening line:
I overuse ellipses too… it really is quite a problem… not sure how to quit…
Fortunately I like ridiculously short people. I would be honored if you Googled me but let’s see if you can do it with only the available info in my profile. If you’re a pro Googler you definitely have enough to go on. I have 3 websites, a blog and a plethora of social networking crap.
You gave little info but I tried (briefly) to find your blog. I don’t think I found you but I did find some extremely angry women in Atlanta.
Heh. I found that last little line absolutely hysterical in a “Are you sure you didn’t find my blog?” kind of way. I googled him and found him on my first try — his user name was his first name, so it was kind of easy. He’s a photographer and I was, quite literally, just blown away by his work. Amazing stuff.
We emailed back and forth a good bit last Sunday, exchanged numbers and spent the week on the phone and on IM a touch. Schedule-wise, we made plans for our first date for this coming Thursday — it’s my first kid-free night on the calendar. But we both agreed that we didn’t really want to wait until Thursday. I worked out some childcare (thanks to my roommate, the bestest ever) for a quick brunch date for Sunday and off we went.
You guys — for the first time in a LONG time, I was actually pretty nervous for this date. We’re all family here — we can keep it real — I date a good bit. I enjoy meeting people and learning about people and the idea of possibly stumbling across someone who might be well-matched for me is always a little carrot on the end of the string for me. I’m not sure when the last time I was nervous before a date was… Maybe with the single dad in the beginning? Eh, I really can’t put my finger on it. And I don’t know if nervous is the right word — I was very excited and anxious, but not really worried about whether or not he’d like me or whatever. Just… eager to meet him.
I tried not to fret too much about what to wear and blah de blah because that just isn’t me. I ended up in a cute top and my jeans and chucks, lol. Maybe a little too relaxed for a first date? But, c’mon. It was brunch! When I told him that I was fretting a bit about what to wear, he suggested jeans, a beater, no bra and flip flops. My heart nearly skipped a beat. Like — DUDE. Have you been following me around and taking notes as to what my typical comfortable uniform looks like??
We met at Thumbs Up Diner which is a wonderful little no-fuss joint full of brunch/lunch goodness in Atlanta. It was a short date — we both had to get back to our chirrens — but it was pretty nice. Laid back, easy conversation and yummy bagel with cream cheese and a big fatty tomato with a little salt and pepper. He had chicken and waffles! At the end, he walked me to my car and we exchanged a nice hug.
I’m a little hesitant to get all “WHOO YES” excited because of my own issues right now, I suppose. I’ve spent the last eight months dating and whoo-yes-ing all over the place, so I’m trying to not get too far ahead of myself. It’s hard though. I mean, hypothetically speaking, when it’s right, I should be allowed to whoo-yes to my heart’s content, right? I’m just tryin’ to keep my heart in my shirt.
I’ve sort of got a running checklist (those of you that are my FB friends may be familiar with this concept) in my head of what I think would make the perfect man for me and… Seriously. It’s almost eerie how well this guy fits into the list.
And his nickname — Krims? Les Krims is a photographer that he told me about and his work is amazing. It’s the kind of stuff that makes you cock your head to the side — the kind of work that pulls conversation out of people. Good stuff, and I think, makes for a great nickname.
We’ve made plans to get tapas on Thursday night. I will be sure to keep you up to date.
Mercy, that was a long post. Thanks for suffering through it.
