Day: 3
Dates Remaining: 47
Before I dive into the story, I'm happy to tell you that I had a radio interview today that will be played periodically throughout the day this Friday on Calgary's AM660. Another radio station has also contacted me for an interview so I'll keep you posted on that as I find out more details.
Now, onto what you really want to hear about! Today was my first date from internet dating. I'm not going to lie, I was skeptical at first. My date was extremely keen to take me to Laser Quest and I wasn't sure what to make of this suggestion.
At the start, my date, let's call him Laser Beam, seemed a little off. In fact, I'd say he was rather awkward. His sense of humour was bold and when he told me that he was driving his parents car and still living at home, I began to question the situation.
However, we had a good chat over a quick drink before gearing up and hitting the dark, laser-filled maze. We ended up on opposite teams so instead of spending our first date together, we spent time running away from one another. Interesting concept.
I have to say that spending an hour running away from screaming ten year old children was quite comical. With laser beams flying at me and two particular little blond kids chasing me incessantly, I had to stop in a corner for a moment to catch my breath. I looked around at the dark, spray painted walls and wondered what on earth I had gotten myself into.
The game ended and I found my date. Laser Beam led me out to the main area where his skills as a Laser Quest superstar were evident as he landed himself in first place.
I then asked him about the Laser eye surgery that he is going to be getting tomorrow. He then grabbed my hand and instructed me to follow him. He led me to the kids' party room and began talking about what they are going to do to his eyes.
He told me to look into his eyes so he could tell me about the procedure. I did just that and suddenly, he pulled me in for a kiss. Now, not only had I been chased around by ten year olds, but we were now having a kiss in the party room surrounded by leftover pizza and pop cups. Was this ever turning into a strange experience!
Due to the Laser Eye surgery, we had to call it a night pretty early but we had a great chat in the car. This may sound crazy, but Laser Beam was turning out to be really charming and sweet. He must have had a great time since he said, "I had way more fun with you than I had anticipated and it would be nice if you could join me on Tuesday to a company party downtown."
Who can turn down a company party with the cutest Laser tag superstar this city knows? Definitely not I, so I will be seeing the Laser Beam in his fancy suit on Tuesday!
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
I'd like to Introduce you to Hunter Gatherer
Day: 2
Dates Remaining: 48
So, let's talk about Hunter Gatherer. I met this guy a few weeks ago at the climbing gym when I was there with a friend. I wouldn't say that sparks flew but he took a liking to me and got my number from my friend.
He then called me one night to plan a date. Let me tell you, planning a date with this guy was like pulling teeth. If a guy is going to call me to suggest a date, it's nice when he has an idea in mind of something to do. The whole "What do you want to do? I don't know what do you want to do? I don't know what do you want to do? I don't know what do you want to do?" game is a royal pain in the arse. We aren't sixteen anymore.
When he couldn't come up with a plan, I asked him what he likes to eat so I could suggest a restaurant. This is when things went from lame to strange.
He responded, "Well, I'm not on a DIEt, because I don't want to DIE, but I don't eat anything that I don't feel comfortable killing myself."
So what we were going to do? Drive out to a farm and slaughter a chicken or shoot a cow? Or did we have to go trampling through the forest to find a deer? In order to avoid this problem altogether, I decided that we would meet at a vegetarian restaurant.
We met the following night and the evening got off to a nice start with appies and good conversation. The topic of his funny food regimen came up and he said, "Well, I might as well tell you now that not only do I stick to eating food that I feel comfortable killing myself, but I also gather my own water."
Wait a minute. Gather water? Suddenly, visions of him wading in rivers with thigh high boots flowed into my head. I cringed.
"What?" I exclaimed, trying not to sound too shocked and disturbed.
"I drive to a spring west of Banff (about two hours from here) to gather water in big barrels. I then bring it back to Calgary and drink only that water, nothing else."
Intrigued, I asked, "What if you wanted to have a glass of water tonight? Surely the restaurant is not going to serve special water."
At this moment, Hunter Gatherer reached into his backpack, pulled out a bright green Nalgene and said, "That's why I bring my water with me everywhere I go."
And for the rest of the evening, Hunter Gatherer drank his special water.
Though I found Hunter Gatherer to be rather awkward and bizarre, he was very keen to go on another date. Since 50 dates in 50 days was about to begin, I agreed and we met for a coffee tonight.
He started off the conversation by telling me that he was going up to Red Deer tomorrow. When I asked him why he was heading north he responded, "I'm going to go find some mushrooms."
So not only was Hunter Gatherer into killing his own meet and gathering his water but he was also a drug addict? This was too much. Way too much.
He could tell that I was perplexed so he explained, "These aren't 'magic mushrooms.' These are special energy filled, nutritious mushrooms that you can only get in specific areas on certain trees. My friend and I are going to go walk around the bush, climb trees, cut the mushrooms off the trees and then dry them out in order to use them for tea. They have some of the highest concentration of nutrients."
Okay, that was enough. I was glad that I had entertained a second date today in order to be able to share this with you and to firmly decide that though Hunter Gatherer seems like a kind man, he will have to hunt food and mushrooms as well as gather water for another lady. This was too much for me. Plus, I'm onto date number 3 tomorrow.
Dates Remaining: 48
So, let's talk about Hunter Gatherer. I met this guy a few weeks ago at the climbing gym when I was there with a friend. I wouldn't say that sparks flew but he took a liking to me and got my number from my friend.
He then called me one night to plan a date. Let me tell you, planning a date with this guy was like pulling teeth. If a guy is going to call me to suggest a date, it's nice when he has an idea in mind of something to do. The whole "What do you want to do? I don't know what do you want to do? I don't know what do you want to do? I don't know what do you want to do?" game is a royal pain in the arse. We aren't sixteen anymore.
When he couldn't come up with a plan, I asked him what he likes to eat so I could suggest a restaurant. This is when things went from lame to strange.
He responded, "Well, I'm not on a DIEt, because I don't want to DIE, but I don't eat anything that I don't feel comfortable killing myself."
So what we were going to do? Drive out to a farm and slaughter a chicken or shoot a cow? Or did we have to go trampling through the forest to find a deer? In order to avoid this problem altogether, I decided that we would meet at a vegetarian restaurant.
We met the following night and the evening got off to a nice start with appies and good conversation. The topic of his funny food regimen came up and he said, "Well, I might as well tell you now that not only do I stick to eating food that I feel comfortable killing myself, but I also gather my own water."
Wait a minute. Gather water? Suddenly, visions of him wading in rivers with thigh high boots flowed into my head. I cringed.
"What?" I exclaimed, trying not to sound too shocked and disturbed.
"I drive to a spring west of Banff (about two hours from here) to gather water in big barrels. I then bring it back to Calgary and drink only that water, nothing else."
Intrigued, I asked, "What if you wanted to have a glass of water tonight? Surely the restaurant is not going to serve special water."
At this moment, Hunter Gatherer reached into his backpack, pulled out a bright green Nalgene and said, "That's why I bring my water with me everywhere I go."
And for the rest of the evening, Hunter Gatherer drank his special water.
Though I found Hunter Gatherer to be rather awkward and bizarre, he was very keen to go on another date. Since 50 dates in 50 days was about to begin, I agreed and we met for a coffee tonight.
He started off the conversation by telling me that he was going up to Red Deer tomorrow. When I asked him why he was heading north he responded, "I'm going to go find some mushrooms."
So not only was Hunter Gatherer into killing his own meet and gathering his water but he was also a drug addict? This was too much. Way too much.
He could tell that I was perplexed so he explained, "These aren't 'magic mushrooms.' These are special energy filled, nutritious mushrooms that you can only get in specific areas on certain trees. My friend and I are going to go walk around the bush, climb trees, cut the mushrooms off the trees and then dry them out in order to use them for tea. They have some of the highest concentration of nutrients."
Okay, that was enough. I was glad that I had entertained a second date today in order to be able to share this with you and to firmly decide that though Hunter Gatherer seems like a kind man, he will have to hunt food and mushrooms as well as gather water for another lady. This was too much for me. Plus, I'm onto date number 3 tomorrow.
Monday, April 12, 2010
Phew, Day One.
Day: One
Dates Remaining: 49
Good Evening. The link to the Breakfast TV interview is: http://site.btcalgary.ca/video/?bcpid=5173168001&bclid=5184558001&bctid=77556615001.
So you may be asking yourself why there are 49 dates remaining if I was supposed to go on two today. Well folks, thanks to modern technology (cellular devices), I received a text message an hour before my after work coffee date saying that my date had to cancel the plans.
Now we all know that life is busy and things change but really, is it that hard to have the courtesy to at least pick up the phone and call to cancel? What if I hadn't gotten the text message? What if I had left my phone in the car? Or worse, at home? Then I would have showed up and would have had no one to meet! I'm really not too chocked about it because this is perfect example of the flaky attitude towards plans and dating.
However, as I mentioned before, I also had a dinner date planned for tonight. This young man will be known as Beautiful Shaggy Hair because he has the most wonderful and curly long hair. He is a friend of a very good friend of mine who I had met once before at a social event where he proposed that we go on a date. Instead of heading out for dinner, he suggested that he cook for me and I was thrilled about this idea.
The date got off to a good start as he brought some tasty food and a bottle of wine. We had good conversation over dinner and then went to chill in the living room.
Beautiful Shaggy Hair was over on the other side of the room putting on some music when my cell phone went off because I had received a text message. He picked it up to bring it to me and somehow thought it would be a great idea to read the message that I had just received.
Normally this wouldn't have mattered but the message happened to be from my date for tomorrow night regarding our specific plans. And not only was my current date reading about my next date, but my next date happened to be Beautiful Shaggy Hair's colleague! Oh my, what have I gotten myself into!?
If Beautiful Shaggy Hair was a jealous type this would have been a moment where I would have needed a bulldozer to dig a hole in my floor and dive right in but luckily, we were able to laugh it off. This was probably due to the fact that Beautiful Shaggy Hair knows about the 50 Dates in 50 Days and he was keen to be date number one. The rest of the evening went very well as we chilled, chatted and listened to good tunes.
But I have definitely learned that from now on I will have to be careful when a good friend sets me up with two of her friends who both work together!
Dates Remaining: 49
Good Evening. The link to the Breakfast TV interview is: http://site.btcalgary.ca/video/?bcpid=5173168001&bclid=5184558001&bctid=77556615001.
So you may be asking yourself why there are 49 dates remaining if I was supposed to go on two today. Well folks, thanks to modern technology (cellular devices), I received a text message an hour before my after work coffee date saying that my date had to cancel the plans.
Now we all know that life is busy and things change but really, is it that hard to have the courtesy to at least pick up the phone and call to cancel? What if I hadn't gotten the text message? What if I had left my phone in the car? Or worse, at home? Then I would have showed up and would have had no one to meet! I'm really not too chocked about it because this is perfect example of the flaky attitude towards plans and dating.
However, as I mentioned before, I also had a dinner date planned for tonight. This young man will be known as Beautiful Shaggy Hair because he has the most wonderful and curly long hair. He is a friend of a very good friend of mine who I had met once before at a social event where he proposed that we go on a date. Instead of heading out for dinner, he suggested that he cook for me and I was thrilled about this idea.
The date got off to a good start as he brought some tasty food and a bottle of wine. We had good conversation over dinner and then went to chill in the living room.
Beautiful Shaggy Hair was over on the other side of the room putting on some music when my cell phone went off because I had received a text message. He picked it up to bring it to me and somehow thought it would be a great idea to read the message that I had just received.
Normally this wouldn't have mattered but the message happened to be from my date for tomorrow night regarding our specific plans. And not only was my current date reading about my next date, but my next date happened to be Beautiful Shaggy Hair's colleague! Oh my, what have I gotten myself into!?
If Beautiful Shaggy Hair was a jealous type this would have been a moment where I would have needed a bulldozer to dig a hole in my floor and dive right in but luckily, we were able to laugh it off. This was probably due to the fact that Beautiful Shaggy Hair knows about the 50 Dates in 50 Days and he was keen to be date number one. The rest of the evening went very well as we chilled, chatted and listened to good tunes.
But I have definitely learned that from now on I will have to be careful when a good friend sets me up with two of her friends who both work together!
Day One
Good Morning! Day one got off to a fantastic start with an interview on Calgary's edition of Breakfast Television. I'm going to try to get that clip loaded online so you can all see it.
There are two dates lined up for today. I figured I'd get this off to a good start! I am meeting someone from Plenty of Fish for coffee after work and then I'm heading from there to dinner with a friend of a friend. It's kind of like going to the movies for a double feature! I'll write about this later tonight!
There are two dates lined up for today. I figured I'd get this off to a good start! I am meeting someone from Plenty of Fish for coffee after work and then I'm heading from there to dinner with a friend of a friend. It's kind of like going to the movies for a double feature! I'll write about this later tonight!
Saturday, April 10, 2010
Breakfast Television and a French Stalker
I am thrilled to report that I will be on Calgary's Edition of Breakfast Television on Monday, April 12 at 8am to discuss the 50 Dates in 50 Days. Do tune in!
Also, the 50 days begin on Monday and I am excited, nervous and unsure of what will come of this but either way, I am stoked with the progress thus far. Not only have I encountered some true weirdos before the 50 day time frame, but the reviews from readers have been nothing but fantastic. Thank you.
As for the dates, I have had people ask me if they can "apply" to be a date. Apply? I wasn't sure what to make of this. Of course, it was a lovely compliment but I responded that they simply have to ask me out! I found this rather entertaining.
Speaking of entertainment factor, you may have seen that there are two comments on the previous post. I can't figure out how to delete them so I left them there even though they make no sense to me.
What I can tell you, however, is that the individual who posted these is a cyclist that I met on the side of the highway when I was riding across Canada two years ago. He followed the progress of my ride and kept in touch as we were both on similar journeys.
But when he started professing his love for me and booking trips to come see me, I got a little freaked out and told him not to come to Calgary and stopped talking to him. I kid you not, since then he has endlessly told me he loves me, called me and e-mailed me incessantly and now suggested that he come to Calgary to take me for a date as one of the 50. I don't even know how he found this Blog.
Yes, it's a funny story. Yes, it's good material. But you see, it's too much. It's too crazy. We have only ever met for 20 minutes on our bikes two years ago! How does he think that I would want him to pay for a trip for me to New Zealand or move to France and mother his children, or build a house with him in the Alps? Yes, these are all things he suggested.
So, there will be no date with this man for me even though he claims that we are meant to be together forever and that we will live happily in harmony in a French mountain paradise. Instead, I will find my 50 dates a little closer to home. At least, somewhere on this continent.
Also, the 50 days begin on Monday and I am excited, nervous and unsure of what will come of this but either way, I am stoked with the progress thus far. Not only have I encountered some true weirdos before the 50 day time frame, but the reviews from readers have been nothing but fantastic. Thank you.
As for the dates, I have had people ask me if they can "apply" to be a date. Apply? I wasn't sure what to make of this. Of course, it was a lovely compliment but I responded that they simply have to ask me out! I found this rather entertaining.
Speaking of entertainment factor, you may have seen that there are two comments on the previous post. I can't figure out how to delete them so I left them there even though they make no sense to me.
What I can tell you, however, is that the individual who posted these is a cyclist that I met on the side of the highway when I was riding across Canada two years ago. He followed the progress of my ride and kept in touch as we were both on similar journeys.
But when he started professing his love for me and booking trips to come see me, I got a little freaked out and told him not to come to Calgary and stopped talking to him. I kid you not, since then he has endlessly told me he loves me, called me and e-mailed me incessantly and now suggested that he come to Calgary to take me for a date as one of the 50. I don't even know how he found this Blog.
Yes, it's a funny story. Yes, it's good material. But you see, it's too much. It's too crazy. We have only ever met for 20 minutes on our bikes two years ago! How does he think that I would want him to pay for a trip for me to New Zealand or move to France and mother his children, or build a house with him in the Alps? Yes, these are all things he suggested.
So, there will be no date with this man for me even though he claims that we are meant to be together forever and that we will live happily in harmony in a French mountain paradise. Instead, I will find my 50 dates a little closer to home. At least, somewhere on this continent.
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Who Wants to Meet a Millionaire?
Days remaining until 50 days begins: 4
Dates lined up: 12
I was checking my inbox on Plenty of Fish the other day when an advertisement link for another dating website caught my eye. I followed the link and was directed to a site geared towards meeting millionaires.
I would like to clarify that I am by no means a gold digger and this isn’t something I would normally sign up for. However, in the interest of dating a wide variety of men for the 50 days, this seemed like a good idea.
I filled out my profile and submitted a photo. This all had to be approved before I could officially be a member of the site. I was relieved that the selection board found me attractive enough to participate. What a kick in the pants it would have been to get a rejection!
A day later, I got an e-mail from a thirty-something millionaire requesting a dinner date. We exchanged numbers to schedule the date and he then text messaged me this morning to suggest tonight or Friday night.
Since the 50 days doesn’t begin until Monday, I proposed a time next week. He then told me that he was leaving on Monday for NY and said: “If tomorrow at 7 does not work, then let’s meet when I come back.”
This was all going on during a rather busy work day and I did not have a chance to reply immediately. I figured that a reasonable human being would understand that one can’t always reply on a dime, but this special individual seemed to think that I was ignoring him and an hour later messaged: “I guess you’re not interested, haha, good luck.”
I was rather turned off by the situation at this point and just left it at that. I figured I wouldn’t be hearing from him again and that was just fine with me.
However, in the middle of the afternoon, I was surprised when I picked up the phone to hear that it was him on the other end. We had a bad connection which caused a bit of a delay but we managed to discuss that the dinner wouldn’t work out this week and that we would have to meet upon his return from NY in a month.
I hung up and was floored when ten seconds later I received this message: “Please don’t call me. There is no chemistry between us. Find another millionaire. Thank God I called.”
Wow, I was also glad he called because this made me realize that I’d rather shoot myself in the foot than have to endure a dinner with such a nut. And this is only the beginning.
Dates lined up: 12
I was checking my inbox on Plenty of Fish the other day when an advertisement link for another dating website caught my eye. I followed the link and was directed to a site geared towards meeting millionaires.
I would like to clarify that I am by no means a gold digger and this isn’t something I would normally sign up for. However, in the interest of dating a wide variety of men for the 50 days, this seemed like a good idea.
I filled out my profile and submitted a photo. This all had to be approved before I could officially be a member of the site. I was relieved that the selection board found me attractive enough to participate. What a kick in the pants it would have been to get a rejection!
A day later, I got an e-mail from a thirty-something millionaire requesting a dinner date. We exchanged numbers to schedule the date and he then text messaged me this morning to suggest tonight or Friday night.
Since the 50 days doesn’t begin until Monday, I proposed a time next week. He then told me that he was leaving on Monday for NY and said: “If tomorrow at 7 does not work, then let’s meet when I come back.”
This was all going on during a rather busy work day and I did not have a chance to reply immediately. I figured that a reasonable human being would understand that one can’t always reply on a dime, but this special individual seemed to think that I was ignoring him and an hour later messaged: “I guess you’re not interested, haha, good luck.”
I was rather turned off by the situation at this point and just left it at that. I figured I wouldn’t be hearing from him again and that was just fine with me.
However, in the middle of the afternoon, I was surprised when I picked up the phone to hear that it was him on the other end. We had a bad connection which caused a bit of a delay but we managed to discuss that the dinner wouldn’t work out this week and that we would have to meet upon his return from NY in a month.
I hung up and was floored when ten seconds later I received this message: “Please don’t call me. There is no chemistry between us. Find another millionaire. Thank God I called.”
Wow, I was also glad he called because this made me realize that I’d rather shoot myself in the foot than have to endure a dinner with such a nut. And this is only the beginning.
Saturday, April 3, 2010
Keeping Track
Note to Readers: This blog is in reverse chronological order. To read the first entry, scroll all the way down and then make your way back up to this posting. Enjoy!
Days remaining until the 50 dates begin: 8
Dates lined up so far: 12
I went over to my friend’s house the other day and could not believe my eyes. She had put up a large poster-sized sheet of paper on the wall of her bedroom with the numbers 1 through 50 on it. Next to each number, there was enough room for each guy’s name. I was thrilled. Someone’s got to keep track, right?
I’m glad she’s on the ball with this because I am certainly LOST. I’m happy to say that I have about twelve dates lined up; however, I am sorry to say that I am completely confused.
With three of them being friends of friends, one from the bar the other night, about five from Plenty of Fish and three from Lavalife, I can hardly keep track. With some, we are messaging through the dating sites, while others have made it to personal e-mail. Three have moved their way up to texting and two have even called.
A couple of them have the same name. A few of them want to go biking. Others want to grab a coffee. One wants to take me flying in his airplane. Yes, you read that right. He wants to bring me to his hanger and fly away with me. I think I’ll opt for coffee before hopping on board with a total stranger. That would be the safe bet, don’t you say?
Either way, this project is starting to require a serious amount of organization and planning. Not that I hadn’t thought of this, I just hadn’t created a concrete plan.
I have now decided that in addition to the poster of names that is going up in my friend’s room, I will keep a spreadsheet recording each guy’s information and what we did on our date. I may even copy and paste a photo of the internet guys from their online profiles in order to further my organization.
I have to say that in the past I have used spreadsheets for school projects, personal budgets and nasty statistic classes that I dreaded in school. I really never thought that I would be relying on good old Excel to keep track of all the guys I’m dating. I guess there is a first for everything so look out dating spreadsheet, here I come!
Days remaining until the 50 dates begin: 8
Dates lined up so far: 12
I went over to my friend’s house the other day and could not believe my eyes. She had put up a large poster-sized sheet of paper on the wall of her bedroom with the numbers 1 through 50 on it. Next to each number, there was enough room for each guy’s name. I was thrilled. Someone’s got to keep track, right?
I’m glad she’s on the ball with this because I am certainly LOST. I’m happy to say that I have about twelve dates lined up; however, I am sorry to say that I am completely confused.
With three of them being friends of friends, one from the bar the other night, about five from Plenty of Fish and three from Lavalife, I can hardly keep track. With some, we are messaging through the dating sites, while others have made it to personal e-mail. Three have moved their way up to texting and two have even called.
A couple of them have the same name. A few of them want to go biking. Others want to grab a coffee. One wants to take me flying in his airplane. Yes, you read that right. He wants to bring me to his hanger and fly away with me. I think I’ll opt for coffee before hopping on board with a total stranger. That would be the safe bet, don’t you say?
Either way, this project is starting to require a serious amount of organization and planning. Not that I hadn’t thought of this, I just hadn’t created a concrete plan.
I have now decided that in addition to the poster of names that is going up in my friend’s room, I will keep a spreadsheet recording each guy’s information and what we did on our date. I may even copy and paste a photo of the internet guys from their online profiles in order to further my organization.
I have to say that in the past I have used spreadsheets for school projects, personal budgets and nasty statistic classes that I dreaded in school. I really never thought that I would be relying on good old Excel to keep track of all the guys I’m dating. I guess there is a first for everything so look out dating spreadsheet, here I come!
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