Monday, February 20, 2012

OkCupid

I think I finally understand the name of the site...with the exception that they left off half the phrase. I think it stands for "OK, Cupid... where the f*ck are the normal people?"

This week I went out on a limb and went on 2 first dates. My DVR was mostly cleared off and I had nothing better to do so I figured "why not?!".

Date #1: Dan - a.k.a. Mr. "I'm so much cooler online"

Dan was a seemingly normal guy. In fact, when described on paper he was my Mr. Right. I was so sure of this guy that when emailing with him I informed two of my close friends to start bridesmaid dress shopping b/c he was Mr. Perfect. Dan is 32. He's Irish Catholic, comes from a large family, is an Army brat, loves board games, loves sports, is taller than me, and has season tickets to the Caps. What more could a girl ask for? Dan and I met at Backyard Grill on Wednesday for happy hour. The timeline:
5:00 - I arrive, order a beer, and hand the bartender my card
5:05 - Dan arrives and orders a beer
5:06 - The bartender asks if we're together and Dan replies "yes"
5:06-6:30 - Dan and I each have 2 beers and I ask normal first date questions showing a level of interest in his life
6:30 - Dan asks the bartender for a menu
6:35 - Dan asks me my first question -- what do I want to eat??
6:45-7:15 - Appetizers arrive and we each order our third beer
7:15 - I now know EVERYTHING I EVER WANTED TO KNOW ABOUT DAN. I could write a 10 page paper on which board games he likes and which ones he doesn't like, every place he has lived, every place he has worked, how many siblings he has, where his sister is getting her PhD, why her sister transferred schools, which schools he has attended, which schools he has subsequently dropped out of, what recent certification he got at work, the size of his condo, his monthly mortgage payment, etc. etc. Dan could tell you that I have curly hair and like spinach-artichoke dip.
7:20 - I order water signaling that I'm done with this date
7:24 - Dan orders his 4th beer
7:25 - I pray that SOMETHING interesting/sad/horrific/noteworthy happens on the TV in front of us so there is something to talk about
7:30 - First bathroom break
7:40 - Finish my water and contemplate how on earth I will ever make this date end
7:45 - Dan orders his 5th beer
8:00 - I finally mention that I want to leave so I can put my nieces to bed
8:02 - We signal the bartender asking for the check
8:02-8:04 - The bartender asks if he should run the card he has (MINE!!!) and Dan and I enter into an annoyingly long period of silence where I have no idea what to say
8:05 - Dan asks to see the bill. Yes. He wants to see the bill. The bill that includes my 3 happy hour priced bud lights, his 4 bud lights and 1 fat tire, and the 2 appetizers of which he ate 90%
8:08 - We receive the bill and he mentions "Let's split it."
8:09 - I almost burst into tears realizing that I've put myself through 3 painful hours and not only am I not getting free booze for it, but I'm paying for some of his beers!
8:12 - I hightail it out of the restaurant, give him a hug, and hit the road

I didn't care that Dan showed no interest in me. I wasn't falling for his personality either. What I don't understand is WHY THE F*CK ARE YOU MAKING ME SIT HERE FOR 3+ HOURS WHEN YOU WANT TO KNOW ABSOLUTELY NOTHING ABOUT MY LIFE????? Let's cut our losses and move on.

Thursday came and went and I resolved that I would never hear from him again. Good riddance.

Friday @ 10:05 AM - Dan emails me. My jaw drops.
"Hello, Hope you are well here on the cusp of a 3 day weekend. It was nice chatting with you the other evening and thank you for offering to pay. Do you have any big weekend plans? I think they are suspecting some nasty weather on Sunday / Monday.
Take care,
Dan"

In the 1 minute it took you to type up 4 sentences you managed to come up with a question to ask me yet in the 3+ hours we sat at Backyard Grill you had virtually nothing?????

I wanted to respond and tell him my big weekend plans were never talking to him again but I've shown some restraint. Did he really have a nice time? Is he that clueless???? Ugh...men!

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Date #2: Pete - a.k.a. when shit got weird

Pete seemed like an average guy. His profile was lacking in content but our email exchange was fine and he was a fellow Cowboys fan so I figured I should give him a shot. Pete and I were supposed to go out on Friday night but timing was an issue and I postponed to Saturday night. The plan was to meet at 8:00 at Fast Eddie's in Fairfax. I was less than excited to drive out to Fairfax for the night when there are so many great options in Arlington, but I could deal.

I arrived at 8:00 to see Pete sitting at the bar. We did the awkward I'm-going-in-for-a-handshake-and-oh-shit-you-want-to-hug thing. Conversation flowed smoothly. He bought me a beer, we talked about bad date stories, he bought me another beer, we talked about work, he bought me a shot of Jameson, we talked about football, he bought me a Black Toothed Grin shot, we talked about spirituality. Things were fine with the exception that I was getting wasted. I had one of those days where no part of me was remotely hungry so I ate very little. On the way to the bar I (intelligently) stopped at 7-11 to get a Special K Meal Replacement bar. Those things fill you up... however they don't suck up almost any alcohol on a night of drinking. Pete closed the tab since we had decided to go play darts.

It was at this point where I realized Pete was just not my type. That should have been my cue to leave but alas I chose to "see it through". Pete is 36 and the Operations Manager of a Guitar Center. He talked about his love of music as a kid singing in the church choir and how singing helped him overcome his stuttering problem. Cute. Somehow that "directly" led to his dropping out of college to start a Metallica-like band called Jam Bone. Not cute. He had hair longer and curlier than mine, played gigs all over Texas, LA, and NYC, and presumably did a LOT of drugs. He talked about his drummer dying in a car wreck and how that made him "reconsider his choices" and get out of the music career. Since he still owns and drives a car I'm assuming the wreck was drug/alcohol related. He has since cut his hair but still has the arrogance of a "rocker" and wears 3x as many rings as I do.

Pete and I had another beer while playing darts and this beer completely tipped him over the edge of obnoxious PDA. He became "handsy" and wanted to make out every 5.5 seconds. Awkward. Karaoke had just started up and we both decided to sign up to sing something. Karaoke must touch his soul (or his penis) because it took his PDA to an all new level. We're talking full-on trying to molest me at a bar. Thank GOD they never called our names because his song choice's lyrics included:

"
And there’s a storm that’s raging
Through my frozen heart tonight
I hear your name, in certain circles
And it always makes me smile
I spend my time,thinking about you
And it’s almost driving me wild"

Unfortunately they did call up a young black girl who was "feeling the pain and sorrow of Whitney's death" and chose to sing "I Will Always Love You" as a tribute. Not only did she sing the song, she consistently padded it with "I love you Whitney" and "RIP Whitney". I mentioned how I liked the song (WHICH OHMYGOD WAS THE WORST THING I COULD HAVE SAID) because Peter stood up, put out his hand, I put out my hand (in serious confusion), and 2.7 seconds later we were the only people on the dance floor slow dancing to emotional Whitney karaoke at a pool hall while he tried to run his fingers through my hair and make out with any surface on my cranium. I almost vomited. I challenge you to the question "Can shit get any weirder than this?????????"

After the emotional performance I decided to go and he walked me to my car trying the entire way to convince me to come home with him b/c he only lives 10 minutes away. Every time I said no he'd counter with "We don't have to do anything. We can just hang out for awhile."

***Men of the world: WOMEN ARE NOT F*CKING IDIOTS. WE WERE NOT BORN YESTERDAY. IT DOESN'T TAKE A SECRET DECODER RING TO FIGURE OUT THAT "HANG OUT" MEANS "HAVE SEX". Seriously. Get some game.***

Luckily I escaped after a few minutes of making out, went home, made a can of chef boyardee ravioli, made a bag of uncle ben's rice, and passed out.

Shit got weirder...
I awoke the next morning to a text he sent at 1:15 "Sweetheart, I hope you got home safe. Had so much fun with you. Big hugs and kisses, Pete". Things I don't want to wake up to after a night of drinking? Vomit-inducing texts.

I did not respond. What do you say to that???

Later in the afternoon when Rosie came over I began to outline the awkwardness of the date for her. When she asked to see a picture of him I pulled up OKCupid and looked for his profile. He deactivated it. CCCCCCCCRRRRRRREEEEEEPPPPPPYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!

And then shit got weird to an entirely new level...
Around 7:00 Sunday night I received the following email from him.
**DISCLAIMER: It's ridiculous, gross, awkward, and may make you feel nauseous. Grab a bucket.**

"Did you sleep in today? I know i did lol. Sweetheart iam sorry we drank so much since you had to drive. I should have insisted on you comming home
with me to sleep it off. But last night was fun and i hope we can spend some more time together soon. Hey don't think i forgot that remark about schooling me in pool. Were just gonna have to see about this lol. If you loose you have to be my slave for a hour. and if i loose iam your slave for a hour. But don't worry iam a good master.
I also wanted to tell that you are a good kisser and i like running my hand through you hair. and iam sure when you strighten it i'll like that too.
Sorry about being a little frisky with you last night. I wanted to take you home and ravish you but i respect and turned on that you didnt if that makes sense. but next if we drink too much you're stay with me no but's. Have a good monday Katiebug and looking forward to next time."

AREWEFUCKINGSERIOUS?????
#1 - did you drop out of college or 3rd grade grammar?
#2 - you're bringing up slavery like it's a good idea?
#3 - Katiebug?????????????????????????????????????????????????

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If you can identify the character trait in me that is attracting these douchetards, please let me in on the secret. Until then I'll continue to weed out the losers in hopes that one day I meet someone worthy of my time and attention.


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6 comments:

  1. lu, there are not words. wait no, katiebug, there are not words. THIS IS FUCKING HYSTERICAL!! i love and miss you more than you know - KEEP IT COMING! (also the name OKcupid, you're right, is missing the second half of its moniker...) GO DUKES!

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    1. I love and miss you too!!! Want to try speed dating with me? I feel like it could lend itself to some amazing stories!

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  2. Katiebug, There are lots of guys like Dan out there that are completely fucking awkward, especially on a first date. Things that turned you off like splitting the bill, may be something he feels is the right thing to do. Guys like that have no idea what is proper and are socially awkward because they have become accustomed to being keyboard warriors. Maybe meet up with him one more time over a casual coffee or something and don't have high expectations. Then again, if he is not your type, don't even bother.

    Part of me thinks maybe first dates should be short and mysterious. You are not in the comfort of your home and you are only trying to scope out the other person's looks and noticeable quirks. No need to learn everything about the other person on the first date. That time will come in follow up conversations when you are both comfortable. Cheers and good luck fishing.

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    1. James, I totally hear what you're saying. I did reconsider going out with Dan after reflecting on the date but there are other characteristics about him (weirdly cocky and kind of an ass) that I realized I just really wasn't attracted to. I agree that first dates should be short. I thought meeting up for a drink as opposed to dinner would shorten the date but apparently that's not always the case. Maybe I'll try coffee next time!

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  3. so wait... which one of you became a slave for a hour on your second date? iam knowlej wanting.

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    1. Hahahaha!! I'm pretty sure I was the slave having to read and translate the follow-up email!

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