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Yeah, I'm looking for love. What's it to ya? I'm sorry, I get defensive about this because it seems so unnatural. It seemed so unnatural.
I hate blind dates. HATE them. I'm good at them, which is the weird part. I guess I can entertain strangers when neccessary, but at the end of the night, I feel drained because I had to focus on entertaining, and not on being myself. Consequently, I go on a lot of first dates, but not so many third dates. I'm too tired by then to keep up the act.
One of my friends came over the other night while I was making dinner. Just this year, two girls moved into his apartment, and he's since fallen in love with one of them. Consequently, he tries to spend as much time with them as possible, but lately, he's started to crave good 'ol male-drinking-buddy companionship. He asked me what I was doing, and I said my weekend was tied up with dates.
"Dates? With whom?"
I then explained that I had two different dates with two nice girls (this is last weekend, by the way).
"Where did you meet them?"
I hate this question. As a guy who's internet dated, there's only one way around this: lie (my choice of choice) or completely appear as though internet dating is the most natural thing in the world. I'm tired of lying (for now), so I went with the latter.
His reaction was what I expected, "WHAT? Are you serious."
I was, or course, all too serious, and his tune promptly changed. By conversation's end, I'd convinced him to give it a try.
The dates went well, by the way, despite the descriptions which would, to anyone who doesn't know me, sound like complete dissasters. The one I tried to establish an NYC tourist theme with, and consequently took her to Red Lobster in Times Square (only the best), then we saw Gothika, hoping it would be every bit as horrendous as it looked (it was). After that, we went to a magazine launch at some club, then some dancing, then we watched Kids in the Hall at three in the morning while talking to some stoned kids that her roommate brought home. This date is on my top ten of "Things I Would Want To Do On A Date" list.
The next night was much more low key. I was exhausted from the previous night, and ended up watching Annie Hall and The Secretary with Lucky Lady Number Two. I'd been out with her several times, but her policy has remained that she wants to start out a relationship with a strong friendship base ("you already have enough fucking friends"--Ed, my roommate).
I walked away from last weekend feeling strange. It's hard doing the multiple dating thing, for me at least. I can't remember what stories I've already told, or what stories of theirs I'm supposed to remember, let alone attribute them to the correct source. Luckily (read: crappily), my worries came to and end as, in the course of the last two days, I was dumped by both.
I should emphasize that I'm not upset by this. I do, afterall, hardly know these people. I think my ego is bruised over Red Lobster/Gothika girl, though. I don't think I can arrange a more charming date than that. We were supposed to get together this past Saturday night, but she called to cancel it and all future dates. It wasn't because of the restaurant choice from the week before, I can tell you that much. The cheese bread at Red Lobster is tremendous. The fact that I talked so much about the quality of the cheese bread might have played a role, however.
"Jim, you're a nice guy, but I'm seeing a lot of other people, and I can't date everyone ."
"So, you're going to give it a shot with one of the other guys?"
"Yeah, but I have a tremendous crush on you. I'll still e-mail you, we can hang out as friends."
Of course, roommate Ed's words of wisdom clanged through my ears at this point.
I told half of this story to my fellow 4Pers in Juicy Details rehearsal yesterday. I figured I'd might as well tell everyone else as well.
I hate blind dates. HATE them. I'm good at them, which is the weird part. I guess I can entertain strangers when neccessary, but at the end of the night, I feel drained because I had to focus on entertaining, and not on being myself. Consequently, I go on a lot of first dates, but not so many third dates. I'm too tired by then to keep up the act.
One of my friends came over the other night while I was making dinner. Just this year, two girls moved into his apartment, and he's since fallen in love with one of them. Consequently, he tries to spend as much time with them as possible, but lately, he's started to crave good 'ol male-drinking-buddy companionship. He asked me what I was doing, and I said my weekend was tied up with dates.
"Dates? With whom?"
I then explained that I had two different dates with two nice girls (this is last weekend, by the way).
"Where did you meet them?"
I hate this question. As a guy who's internet dated, there's only one way around this: lie (my choice of choice) or completely appear as though internet dating is the most natural thing in the world. I'm tired of lying (for now), so I went with the latter.
His reaction was what I expected, "WHAT? Are you serious."
I was, or course, all too serious, and his tune promptly changed. By conversation's end, I'd convinced him to give it a try.
The dates went well, by the way, despite the descriptions which would, to anyone who doesn't know me, sound like complete dissasters. The one I tried to establish an NYC tourist theme with, and consequently took her to Red Lobster in Times Square (only the best), then we saw Gothika, hoping it would be every bit as horrendous as it looked (it was). After that, we went to a magazine launch at some club, then some dancing, then we watched Kids in the Hall at three in the morning while talking to some stoned kids that her roommate brought home. This date is on my top ten of "Things I Would Want To Do On A Date" list.
The next night was much more low key. I was exhausted from the previous night, and ended up watching Annie Hall and The Secretary with Lucky Lady Number Two. I'd been out with her several times, but her policy has remained that she wants to start out a relationship with a strong friendship base ("you already have enough fucking friends"--Ed, my roommate).
I walked away from last weekend feeling strange. It's hard doing the multiple dating thing, for me at least. I can't remember what stories I've already told, or what stories of theirs I'm supposed to remember, let alone attribute them to the correct source. Luckily (read: crappily), my worries came to and end as, in the course of the last two days, I was dumped by both.
I should emphasize that I'm not upset by this. I do, afterall, hardly know these people. I think my ego is bruised over Red Lobster/Gothika girl, though. I don't think I can arrange a more charming date than that. We were supposed to get together this past Saturday night, but she called to cancel it and all future dates. It wasn't because of the restaurant choice from the week before, I can tell you that much. The cheese bread at Red Lobster is tremendous. The fact that I talked so much about the quality of the cheese bread might have played a role, however.
"Jim, you're a nice guy, but I'm seeing a lot of other people, and I can't date everyone ."
"So, you're going to give it a shot with one of the other guys?"
"Yeah, but I have a tremendous crush on you. I'll still e-mail you, we can hang out as friends."
Of course, roommate Ed's words of wisdom clanged through my ears at this point.
I told half of this story to my fellow 4Pers in Juicy Details rehearsal yesterday. I figured I'd might as well tell everyone else as well.