Cold Shoulder

I never did tell you about "Mr. Cold Shoulder". I set up this date with another guy from online. He was an engineer, brainiac type. Not handsome, awkward and thin. Open minded me-thought, "this is different, but go with it". I tried to pick a middle meeting point, seeing as we lived kind of far from each other. I picked a sports bar... Maybe not so wise, in hind-sight. I ordered antipasto, as he yelled loudly at the tv behind me. This was not just once, but every time he stopped speaking, and it was my turn... his eyes turned upward to the tv's, and he let out an occassional yelp. AWESOME. Feeling important at this time, thought... " second chance date, new place." That would be awesome, but he texted me a few days later saying that he really liked me, I was cute, smart, and fun. COOL. Then he told me he went out with another girl from online a few times before me and wanted and thought he could make it work with her. He then, ever so kindly, told me that if it didn't work out with said girl, he would love to go out with me again. Every girls dream, #2!!! Never texted him again. Obviosly. I like me way too much!!!!

Ladder 33

After swallowing the hard pill that was my 33rd birthday, I decided to get back to business. The business of dating , that is. I have been chatting with a few select guys via a website, and hand picked one or two to invest more into the communication. This includes emails, texts, and an occasional phone call. So, last week I finally made plans to go out with, well, let's just call him "Firehouse Guy". He is a blue collar-type who volunteers the rest of his time to fighting fires here where I live(liking the whole men-in-uniform thing). He didn't know what time to meet or where to meet, so I was there left making the decision. This had me doing what I ALWAYS do and judging him even before we met. "I want a take charge kinda guy, he's so indecisive, other manly judgments, blah, blah, blah." Moving on... "Firehouse Guy" and I met on a Monday evening at a local watering hole. No drinks, just a quick bite to eat and some small talk. No flames to put out, so to speak. Using my new rule of giving each of these men a second chance, the following day I stopped out at the firehouse and called up to "F.G." He emerged happily and we sat on my car and chatted for awhile. We have hung out a few other times. "Firehouse Guy" has made it clear to me that he is interested in "seeing where it goes".  I am not sure, yet... no fireworks, dreams of what our kids would look like, or even plans for next week.

Craziness

Met a guy on a date with friends. Went out with him again. He took me back to his place and we made out... then, I had to go(cuz he had somewhere else to be too)...  I texted him a week later, "wanna meet up for dinner Thursday?"... shot in the dark, had heard nothing of him for a week, and THEN... he said "sure". GREAT. Thursday came round... nothing(no text or call). I then texted him, "guess you got what you wanted, have a great weekend, or whatever". This happened MONTHS ago. Recently(months later) heard that he thought I was "stalky" and obsessive. This is the problem with dating!!!!!!! Can't a girl go out with a guy and then want to hang out??? I literally texted the guy once after that. Jerk. Ugh. This  is why there has been a gap in my blog... back on track tho... Gonna try the random date thing again. Wish me luck!

So, a friend of a friend wanted to set me up. I agreed. Went on a group date this weekend(of sorts). It was awkward, of course. Everyone there knowing that this man and I were there to meet and judge each other. We went to a local brewery. It was nice. Awkward small talk. He is very nice. Good looking. Good job. Wanting to settle down. The thing is, I had a hard time deciding if he was interested. Even harder, I couldn't decide my feelings either. I have a rule with all for all my "blind" dates. The second chance rule. I give at least two dates before I can make a firm judgement on compatibility. I was told that he would like to hang out again, as would I. I am gonna give it another shot, one on one. Maybe there will be something there. Maybe not. Only time will tell...

"Mr. Right"

To clarify, I am not looking for "Mr. Right" or Prince Charming. I am looking for "Mr. Right for Me". I mean, I think a beer belly and a beard can be sexy, when done right. I want a man who is educated, thinks I am the funniest person ever, can also make me laugh, and loves his family. I want a man who holds the door for me and when in a crowded room, stands next to me with his hand on the small of my back. I want a man who loves me when I have the flu and will make me tea with honey. I want a man who is good friends with his mother, as mine is one of my very best friends. I want a man who thinks I am perfect... for him. I want a man who loves me for being short,  being foul-mouthed, thinking bathroom humor never gets old, crying at movies, drinking like a man twice my weight, being completely in love with my family, and thinking I am the funniest person ever. Is that too much to ask?

So you may be thinking why the title "30 Something Dates"... Well, I am in my 30's and have decided that bars are no more than meat markets. I am 32 and I am meeting people via online or thru friend "hook ups".  I vow to go on 30 dates between now and 12/31/2011.
It averages out to two dates a month, but with all the prep time, I think this is fair. If... I do not find Mr. Right by New Years Eve of 2012,  I will move out of state/country to pursue my education.

Ghost Cat

Date 4/10/11

We will call the first guy “Ghost Cat”.  “Ghost Cat” and I met online and went on a “blind date”. He seemed normal and nice enough. Our second date was way more interesting.

Upon arrival to "Ghost Cat's" home for our second date, I entered a house that smelled of feline urine. He owned no cats. He claimed to have cleaned the house. It was disgusting. I can’t imagine what it normally looked like. He made dinner; I brought a 6pk of my favorite beer, as a host present. As it turned out he had nothing to offer me to drink except milk. Milk and chicken parm, yum. When asking me if I would like some milk, he called me “Rachel”… this is not my name.  Did I mention he served dinner at the coffee table and used a foot massager while we sat at said table? He invited me over this night for dinner and a movie. After he said the wrong name, I thought “simple mistake, right?” So, I suggested starting a movie.  He then proceeded to inform me that all of his movies and big screen TV were in his bedroom.  Classy. I have never used a girlfriend in crisis to get out of a bad date… until this particular evening. On my way out the door, as a cherry on top to a sundae of an evening, he tried to sell me a set of luggage…