Had a very strange, sort of fun, date with Speedracer, it was to say the least, nothing like I expected- he was nothing like I expected…but I should know by now not to expect anything- Everything in internet dating is absolutely surreal; well it is for me anyway..
So for openners: He was about 3 inches shorter than he says in his profile-Why do men lie about their height?? Its not like girls are going to arrive on the date and not be immediately dissapointed.
It chucked it down with rain the whole night- it rarely does that here. And of course I was wearing my cream silk 'princess dress' which as you ccan imagine becomes absolutely trnasparent when wet! Plus my new grey sandals which, bless them, actually ended up in perfect order and stayed somfortable the entire night inspite of my feet being soaked and brand spanking new, AND lots of walking.
And so much for the church. it was raining too hard, so he met me at the station and headed for the nearest bar- which meant we started in a Weatherspoons! OMG awful. SO there I am with this short much older than his picture guy, soaking wet and, get this- he asked me to buy the first round.
Now, of course normally with me that would be the end of the date right there, but I wanted a drink so I acquiesced. It turned out he was actually quite brght and funny so we ended up having a fun time, albeit with me paying quite a bit, and with the fun moment where we went to the cash machine and he couldnt get any money out, so it was by no means romantic. He was sort of sexy in an odd way...a combination of funny and smart does work on me in some way...so I actually agreed to a second date! Hmmm...
Nothing like a Biological Time Bomb to rattle your standards. Could I really manage a life with a guy who lies about his height? Worse still has very odd money issues? Also in spite of his charm and brilliance there seems something a bit 'not there' about him. Well we'll see.
Wednesday, 10 March 2010
Monday, 1 March 2010
Chosen Words
Today I received an email from Speedracer regarding our first meeting entitled ‘Choosing A Church’ :-0
This was in my response to mine entitled ‘Choosing Shoes‘….hmm...Right.
Ironically I was walking Baby Dog at the time, and musing on what it is I really want from a relationship at this point, and how to better communicate that in my SD profile. I had been thinking about it a bit lately, but mostly this morning as I had my coffee and then walking Baby Dog. Anyway, had decided that what I am really looking for is someone I can see when we both want but don’t have to feel I need to know what he’s doing and where he is when we’re not together, and especially vice versa- a freedom! I thought a bit about how I was going to explain this to Speedracer, whilst being sure to emphasise that I am not a slag, ewww!
In the park, whilst walking through my especially favourite bit where one can almost imagine that one is alone in the middle of the countryside with the tall grass and the trees…I decided the thing to say in my profile is ‘fiercely independent’; ‘Yes, I though perfect’. And so, as life would have it, my phone gave its little muted ding sound that tells me I have mail, and I opened it to ‘Choosing a Church’. Now one of my adages in dating I am always harping on about is, ‘Start as You Mean to Go On’ or, that people often do anyway, ie if you watch closely, and read the signs correctly as things are starting up, you can know the future of the realtionship. Of course there is the issue of interpretation. I have for instance had the experience of things looking good at the outset, only to turn into a big bubble burst later, after all, its only been the other way around with one person, Latex Banker(ewww! when he let me on that proclivity) , so that never got off the ground, very disappointing…
My mum pointed it out the other day when I complained about Speedracers’s lack of communication thus far. As she said, I have complained about these obsessive communicators who, by the time of meeting had blown the whole gaff by over egging the pudding, and I when I got to the date I could tell in a nanosecond I wasn’t interested but went through with the whole thing for form’s sake. And so she had a point, at least for now-we’ll see on the day. Also, I do so dislike the over-egging, and those sticky types anyway worse still the overripe brie type (messy and oozing emotionalism) I am after all a New England girl at heart.
For instance, I wouldn’t even meet Italian Model because of his preliminary obsession. Even though, and especially becasue, hes ent me pics of him in a towel that made my friends drool (I just thought YUK!). It may seem mad to some, but definitely the right choice to have given him a miss. After all he went mental before we even met, and a decision later proven wise by my French might-mare. (I’ll relate both their tales later) Definitely better to have enthusiasm bourn of true attraction instead of insanity….perhaps better still to avoid hot-blooded Mediterraneans altogether...
But I digress…this is about Speedracer after all, so back to his email entitled Choosing a Church. Even in this old hardened heart allowed a second’s day dream, fast-forwarding to the day where of course we would have to marry there, as it was where we met on our first date… And then there’s the issue of what does this say of the man? Man of few words, so those are powerful ones…is he sure in some way that I’m not, that things will work out? Hmmm…And it also begs the question, am I such a committement-phobe as all that, if I would even always that second’s daydream? YES! I am fiercely independent, its not just spin. I had to stem the urge to write back a message entitled ‘How to Frighten a Commitment-phobe in One Easy Step’.
Hold back, I must. The less said the more likely the magic…those chosen words...hmm... I do believe this, and it has always worked for me. The problem is that I so often make smart-ass quips when I’m nervous, which really blocks up those moments. When I’ve managed not to this have been amazing, but I have to balance this with being me, don’t I? SO the where is the balance between being enigmatic and wise-cracking…? Is there such a thing? The two are so far apart that it seems quite difficult to imagine how without sounding like a schizophrenic, which, lets face it, is never a good look. Still, I am not entirely one or the other but a balance of the two, and have noticed that people tend to notice me more when I’m saying nothing, which makes sense because when I’m being wise-ass I am quite literally hiding behind a wall of words. OMG I am actually nervous about this date (rare thing). I wonder if he is too…
Now I just have to choose my shoes...
This was in my response to mine entitled ‘Choosing Shoes‘….hmm...Right.
Ironically I was walking Baby Dog at the time, and musing on what it is I really want from a relationship at this point, and how to better communicate that in my SD profile. I had been thinking about it a bit lately, but mostly this morning as I had my coffee and then walking Baby Dog. Anyway, had decided that what I am really looking for is someone I can see when we both want but don’t have to feel I need to know what he’s doing and where he is when we’re not together, and especially vice versa- a freedom! I thought a bit about how I was going to explain this to Speedracer, whilst being sure to emphasise that I am not a slag, ewww!
In the park, whilst walking through my especially favourite bit where one can almost imagine that one is alone in the middle of the countryside with the tall grass and the trees…I decided the thing to say in my profile is ‘fiercely independent’; ‘Yes, I though perfect’. And so, as life would have it, my phone gave its little muted ding sound that tells me I have mail, and I opened it to ‘Choosing a Church’. Now one of my adages in dating I am always harping on about is, ‘Start as You Mean to Go On’ or, that people often do anyway, ie if you watch closely, and read the signs correctly as things are starting up, you can know the future of the realtionship. Of course there is the issue of interpretation. I have for instance had the experience of things looking good at the outset, only to turn into a big bubble burst later, after all, its only been the other way around with one person, Latex Banker(ewww! when he let me on that proclivity) , so that never got off the ground, very disappointing…
My mum pointed it out the other day when I complained about Speedracers’s lack of communication thus far. As she said, I have complained about these obsessive communicators who, by the time of meeting had blown the whole gaff by over egging the pudding, and I when I got to the date I could tell in a nanosecond I wasn’t interested but went through with the whole thing for form’s sake. And so she had a point, at least for now-we’ll see on the day. Also, I do so dislike the over-egging, and those sticky types anyway worse still the overripe brie type (messy and oozing emotionalism) I am after all a New England girl at heart.
For instance, I wouldn’t even meet Italian Model because of his preliminary obsession. Even though, and especially becasue, hes ent me pics of him in a towel that made my friends drool (I just thought YUK!). It may seem mad to some, but definitely the right choice to have given him a miss. After all he went mental before we even met, and a decision later proven wise by my French might-mare. (I’ll relate both their tales later) Definitely better to have enthusiasm bourn of true attraction instead of insanity….perhaps better still to avoid hot-blooded Mediterraneans altogether...
But I digress…this is about Speedracer after all, so back to his email entitled Choosing a Church. Even in this old hardened heart allowed a second’s day dream, fast-forwarding to the day where of course we would have to marry there, as it was where we met on our first date… And then there’s the issue of what does this say of the man? Man of few words, so those are powerful ones…is he sure in some way that I’m not, that things will work out? Hmmm…And it also begs the question, am I such a committement-phobe as all that, if I would even always that second’s daydream? YES! I am fiercely independent, its not just spin. I had to stem the urge to write back a message entitled ‘How to Frighten a Commitment-phobe in One Easy Step’.
Hold back, I must. The less said the more likely the magic…those chosen words...hmm... I do believe this, and it has always worked for me. The problem is that I so often make smart-ass quips when I’m nervous, which really blocks up those moments. When I’ve managed not to this have been amazing, but I have to balance this with being me, don’t I? SO the where is the balance between being enigmatic and wise-cracking…? Is there such a thing? The two are so far apart that it seems quite difficult to imagine how without sounding like a schizophrenic, which, lets face it, is never a good look. Still, I am not entirely one or the other but a balance of the two, and have noticed that people tend to notice me more when I’m saying nothing, which makes sense because when I’m being wise-ass I am quite literally hiding behind a wall of words. OMG I am actually nervous about this date (rare thing). I wonder if he is too…
Now I just have to choose my shoes...
Sunday, 28 February 2010
One Step Forward and Two Steps Back...Or is that Back In The Saddle? Hmmm…
Although it never really seems that I'm out of the saddle for long...
Yesterday didn’t do what I’d hoped as my stomach was too awfully painful. Took a cab to Marylebone with the intent of doing some shopping before acupuncture and the cabby tried to take me for a a ride, fucker, and I still tipped him- what is wrong with me, argh. Anyway, I found a lovely Noahs Ark for A’s christening, after all, at almost a year and a half, the traditional silver rattle or baby spoon is pretty much out the window… Had acupuncture where the acupuncturist didn’t do the needles the way I wanted leaving me feeling, unbalanced, plus she talked a huge amount of crap. Upside is she did give me a massage and this morning my hips wee limber in a way they havent been in onks. Now to get myself rebalanced I have to go back to her or back to the lesbian one who gives me the creeps (Not because she’s lesbian but because she is so clearly into me, it’s the same with guys I feel that way about, I am creeped out by anyone who's too keen that I'm not attracted to)
Damn, that was supposed to be my final acu session, but I feel I lack closure with it…
Anyway, yesterday morning when walking Baby Dog, I texted Speedracer and asked about his collarbone, I know I shouldn’t have but I couldn’t help it, it gets petty lonely up here in this high horse sometimes. He texted back later that day with one of those Long Day’s Journey Into Night texts, and I say when you get one of those answers to one line, you’ve got someone at least a bit on the hook. I wrote back several hours later, ok 6 hours later (it was Wednesday eve and I had to watch the the SITC triple header didn’t I? One of the episodes was where Miranda‘s water breaks on Carrie‘s Christian Laboutin shoes, which I just loved on so many levels), and was still a bit cool, after all he really mucked about before about our date, and said ’as for all the other stuff to difficult in text, let me know if you still want to meet up’ I was pleased with myself.
He responded this morning with what about the 30th, today being the 16th…right. I guess that doesn’t require an immediate answer does it? God at this rate we’ll be lucky to meet in the next millenium. And I wont deny that I thought how will we possibly have sex by the middle of the month, when I have same lunar phase as natal Taurus (OMG yes in Taurus!) if we only meet at the end of this one, clearly I havent given up yet,as I’d said. Unless of course I act like a total slag but then, I think I’m getting the hang of these English blokes, if they’re the not so nice type you can sleep with them right away, I think. Although D and M are the exception that disproves this rule, so still not sure what to think with all that, still I think 3rd date for nice boys and anything goes with ‘I am sort of seeing lots of people and never available on the weekend types’ i.e. Speedracer…we’ll see, if we ever even get that far.
At least theres the fall back guy, I always work best with at least one fall back guy, its my perfect set up. If you asked an astrologer they would tell you it because my chart forms a Grand Trine, but that just sounds like an excellent excuse to me. Whatever, it works. After all, things always go tits up when I dump the other guy to commit…Mark the Model and The Monster, The Scouser and Mark the Actor…not the same Mark mind you. Although Mark #1 would have stayed with me, but would I have stayed with him? Who knows….we all want what we cant have in some way I think. Hence Speedracer still being interested after I rejected him.
Bermuda Short who sounds a complete idiot but not as much an idiot as some I communicate with, just drippy, with a strong lack of taste gene (I mean, a red speed boat he drags around on a trailer, I ask you? gross!) sent me an email at 2 a.m. and I do believe he was working late, unlike the far more interesting but irritatingly illusive Speedracer.
Anyway a long email at 2.a.m. when not on the piss means he’s definitely on the hook, again unlike the far more enticing but illusive Speedracer. Bermuda Short sounds like a lovely guy…yawn, I must respond to said email. Must keep him fluffed, or I know Speedracer will be gone like a cool breeze, why is it, they can just feel it? Men are so naturally competitive...or is that really just fickle? Yay, I love it really... Joke!
But even more irritating is that Bermuda Short writes me this chatty email but then doesn’t actually ask me out even though I mentioned meeting up, not sure what to do with that, I’m really not. I mean, th fallback's whole function is to adore and chase completely...I will let him dangle along though...
Yesterday didn’t do what I’d hoped as my stomach was too awfully painful. Took a cab to Marylebone with the intent of doing some shopping before acupuncture and the cabby tried to take me for a a ride, fucker, and I still tipped him- what is wrong with me, argh. Anyway, I found a lovely Noahs Ark for A’s christening, after all, at almost a year and a half, the traditional silver rattle or baby spoon is pretty much out the window… Had acupuncture where the acupuncturist didn’t do the needles the way I wanted leaving me feeling, unbalanced, plus she talked a huge amount of crap. Upside is she did give me a massage and this morning my hips wee limber in a way they havent been in onks. Now to get myself rebalanced I have to go back to her or back to the lesbian one who gives me the creeps (Not because she’s lesbian but because she is so clearly into me, it’s the same with guys I feel that way about, I am creeped out by anyone who's too keen that I'm not attracted to)
Damn, that was supposed to be my final acu session, but I feel I lack closure with it…
Anyway, yesterday morning when walking Baby Dog, I texted Speedracer and asked about his collarbone, I know I shouldn’t have but I couldn’t help it, it gets petty lonely up here in this high horse sometimes. He texted back later that day with one of those Long Day’s Journey Into Night texts, and I say when you get one of those answers to one line, you’ve got someone at least a bit on the hook. I wrote back several hours later, ok 6 hours later (it was Wednesday eve and I had to watch the the SITC triple header didn’t I? One of the episodes was where Miranda‘s water breaks on Carrie‘s Christian Laboutin shoes, which I just loved on so many levels), and was still a bit cool, after all he really mucked about before about our date, and said ’as for all the other stuff to difficult in text, let me know if you still want to meet up’ I was pleased with myself.
He responded this morning with what about the 30th, today being the 16th…right. I guess that doesn’t require an immediate answer does it? God at this rate we’ll be lucky to meet in the next millenium. And I wont deny that I thought how will we possibly have sex by the middle of the month, when I have same lunar phase as natal Taurus (OMG yes in Taurus!) if we only meet at the end of this one, clearly I havent given up yet,as I’d said. Unless of course I act like a total slag but then, I think I’m getting the hang of these English blokes, if they’re the not so nice type you can sleep with them right away, I think. Although D and M are the exception that disproves this rule, so still not sure what to think with all that, still I think 3rd date for nice boys and anything goes with ‘I am sort of seeing lots of people and never available on the weekend types’ i.e. Speedracer…we’ll see, if we ever even get that far.
At least theres the fall back guy, I always work best with at least one fall back guy, its my perfect set up. If you asked an astrologer they would tell you it because my chart forms a Grand Trine, but that just sounds like an excellent excuse to me. Whatever, it works. After all, things always go tits up when I dump the other guy to commit…Mark the Model and The Monster, The Scouser and Mark the Actor…not the same Mark mind you. Although Mark #1 would have stayed with me, but would I have stayed with him? Who knows….we all want what we cant have in some way I think. Hence Speedracer still being interested after I rejected him.
Bermuda Short who sounds a complete idiot but not as much an idiot as some I communicate with, just drippy, with a strong lack of taste gene (I mean, a red speed boat he drags around on a trailer, I ask you? gross!) sent me an email at 2 a.m. and I do believe he was working late, unlike the far more interesting but irritatingly illusive Speedracer.
Anyway a long email at 2.a.m. when not on the piss means he’s definitely on the hook, again unlike the far more enticing but illusive Speedracer. Bermuda Short sounds like a lovely guy…yawn, I must respond to said email. Must keep him fluffed, or I know Speedracer will be gone like a cool breeze, why is it, they can just feel it? Men are so naturally competitive...or is that really just fickle? Yay, I love it really... Joke!
But even more irritating is that Bermuda Short writes me this chatty email but then doesn’t actually ask me out even though I mentioned meeting up, not sure what to do with that, I’m really not. I mean, th fallback's whole function is to adore and chase completely...I will let him dangle along though...
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