Day: 25
Dates Remaining: 20
I just ate a maniac amount of ice cream and I may very well keel over anytime. Do you ever get so hungry that eating fantastic, delicious sweets seems like the most logical solution? What a weakness this sweet tooth of mine is. The ice cream was the last part of tonight's date that led me all over the city on a wild Goose Hunt.
The evening began when Goose Hunt picked me up and took me to a Martial Arts self defense class. Here, for the first time, I was given the opportunity to punch, kick and knee my date in the crotch. I have to say that I would have loved to have had the chance to do that to other dates in the past, but not really to this one. Nonetheless, it was great to learn some moves to protect myself in case a dangerous situation should arise.
Our next stop was at an old folks home where we joined Grandma Sue in a game of Shuffle Board. Sue was so keen for the occasion that she got all decked out in the most hilarious outfit ever. She combined a million necklaces with a fancy scarf, threw on some leather boots and topped it all off with a priceless toque. She looked phenomenal and I have to say, Shuffle Board is a fantastic game. Grandma Sue's wild personality and contagious excitement made for a thrilling round of Shuffle Board.
Next, we headed to a friend's place for a bit of Rock Band action. What a video game that is. I was able to brush up on my virtual guitar skills and rock out for a brief moment before we were back in the car, heading out for fast food. I was given the opportunity to drive this fun little manual car and believe it or not, this was my first time driving through a fast food drive through, ever. I have, of course, been a passenger for a drive through experience but I have never driven through one.
You must be thinking that this is, by far, the craziest series of events on one date. Well, you are right. Goose Hunt definitely took us out for a chase but it was also in the interest of making a short video of a date. You see, Goose Hunt makes videos for Metro Calgary and this is going to be one of them. A short clip of a date where one is so busy that they want to do everything in as little time as possible. The video will air online this week end! I will keep you posted.
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Gmail Redeems Himself and Stylish Speaks
Day: 24
Dates Remaining: 21
Way back on day one of 50 Dates in 50 Days, I was stood up. The first date of this experience was a total flop. In fact, I didn’t even count that as a date despite the fact that all of my friends said that I should. I was too shocked that someone could have the nerve to not only stand me up but to do so via text message.
Nonetheless, this particular individual who we will call Gmail, proceeded to Gmail chat with me on a regular basis. (This is instant messaging within the Gmail inbox). Though annoying at first, I got used to our regular chats until I began looking forward to them every time I opened my e-mail.
Over the past few weeks, we have filled endless e-mail checking sessions with great conversations about anything and everything. It’s almost as though we knew each other despite the fact that we had never met. That was, until this morning, when we met for the first time over a brilliant early morning coffee. This was by far one of the most interesting first blind dates since we already knew so much about one another.
In fact, it was great because we could avoid all of the useless boring questions such as, “What do you do for work? What sports do you like? What kind of music do you like?” Etc, etc. Gmail and I had already discussed all of that. So, we enjoyed our time together talking about more interesting topics and finally, getting to know each other in person.
And my day only got better when I signed onto my e-mail and had a message waiting for me from Stylish. As I mentioned yesterday, I said that I would have one of my dates write about their experience dating me for 50 Dates in 50 Days. Stylish, being so open-minded and easy-going, happily agreed. To be honest, I really had no idea what he would say about our two dates but I was flattered when he sent me this message today:
My second date with Sky was again, anything but ordinary. Yesterday, I picked her and I had the feeling that she was comfortable with me. Before I knew it, we were laughing, flirting and joking around endlessly. Over dinner, we continuously made fun of each other and the laughter never stopped.
At one point, the topic of dates gone awry came up and she told me the story of some guys who had stuck her with the bill at the restaurant. Unfortunately, I had done that once before when I was 19 because I had forgotten my wallet at home. But since then, I triple-check my pocket before going out to make sure that I have that wallet with me!
Following dinner, we went for tea and dessert. I could tell that Sky is happy deep inside. She has a brilliant mind and is a brave girl who has learned that impossible is rare. I have definitely enjoyed my time with her on my last two dates (oh, I may have expired by now since 2 is the limit!) mainly because Sky allowed me to ‘live’ with her in the ‘present’ time when we were together.
To me, what matters most is what people feel in the moment. Perhaps that’s why whatever we talked about was funny and pleasant in one way or another. Having laughed so hard last night, I had so much difficulty falling asleep. I rolled around in my bed for an hour until I was finally gone! And was it worth it? Absolutely!
Dates Remaining: 21
Way back on day one of 50 Dates in 50 Days, I was stood up. The first date of this experience was a total flop. In fact, I didn’t even count that as a date despite the fact that all of my friends said that I should. I was too shocked that someone could have the nerve to not only stand me up but to do so via text message.
Nonetheless, this particular individual who we will call Gmail, proceeded to Gmail chat with me on a regular basis. (This is instant messaging within the Gmail inbox). Though annoying at first, I got used to our regular chats until I began looking forward to them every time I opened my e-mail.
Over the past few weeks, we have filled endless e-mail checking sessions with great conversations about anything and everything. It’s almost as though we knew each other despite the fact that we had never met. That was, until this morning, when we met for the first time over a brilliant early morning coffee. This was by far one of the most interesting first blind dates since we already knew so much about one another.
In fact, it was great because we could avoid all of the useless boring questions such as, “What do you do for work? What sports do you like? What kind of music do you like?” Etc, etc. Gmail and I had already discussed all of that. So, we enjoyed our time together talking about more interesting topics and finally, getting to know each other in person.
And my day only got better when I signed onto my e-mail and had a message waiting for me from Stylish. As I mentioned yesterday, I said that I would have one of my dates write about their experience dating me for 50 Dates in 50 Days. Stylish, being so open-minded and easy-going, happily agreed. To be honest, I really had no idea what he would say about our two dates but I was flattered when he sent me this message today:
My second date with Sky was again, anything but ordinary. Yesterday, I picked her and I had the feeling that she was comfortable with me. Before I knew it, we were laughing, flirting and joking around endlessly. Over dinner, we continuously made fun of each other and the laughter never stopped.
At one point, the topic of dates gone awry came up and she told me the story of some guys who had stuck her with the bill at the restaurant. Unfortunately, I had done that once before when I was 19 because I had forgotten my wallet at home. But since then, I triple-check my pocket before going out to make sure that I have that wallet with me!
Following dinner, we went for tea and dessert. I could tell that Sky is happy deep inside. She has a brilliant mind and is a brave girl who has learned that impossible is rare. I have definitely enjoyed my time with her on my last two dates (oh, I may have expired by now since 2 is the limit!) mainly because Sky allowed me to ‘live’ with her in the ‘present’ time when we were together.
To me, what matters most is what people feel in the moment. Perhaps that’s why whatever we talked about was funny and pleasant in one way or another. Having laughed so hard last night, I had so much difficulty falling asleep. I rolled around in my bed for an hour until I was finally gone! And was it worth it? Absolutely!
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Stylish Has a Sense of Humour
Day: 23
Dates Remaining: 22
Stylish pulled off another great date and awesome outfit tonight. I wonder why it is so hard for guys to find shoes that match a belt that fits right with a pair of pants that match a shirt. Really, it isn’t rocket science!
Anyway, Stylish took me to a tasty restaurant where we had a fantastic time chatting and telling jokes all evening. Following dinner, we went for tea and the topic of the 50 Dates in 50 Days came up.
I was unsure how Stylish would react to hearing about it but I was moderately confident that he wouldn’t be mad due to his easy-going nature. However, I have to say that I did not expect the reaction that I got.
When I told him about this project he exclaimed, “Holy shit, that is the funniest thing ever, I can’t even believe it! How on earth did you think of this? This is fantastic! You are hilarious. I can’t wait to tell all my friends!”
His positive reaction made the evening even better. He couldn’t stop laughing about it and that sent me into a fit of giggling hysterics. Together, we held our sides and laughed for a while until he asked me a ton of questions about the 50 Dates in 50 Days.
I am happy to say that not only is Stylish a fantastic dresser but he also has a phenomenal sense of humour. In fact, he is so stoked about this that he has agreed to write a little blurb about his experience meeting me at speed dating and then going on a couple of dates with me. I will then post this on here so you can have a male perspective on this dating situation.
In addition to requests from fans to provide some insight from the guys I have gone on dates with, I have been asked what I will do after the 50 days. This is a great question that I have pondered regularly.
First, I will sleep. I will also ride my bike. Then, I will sleep some more. I may watch a movie before going back to sleep. I may wake up to eat but of course, I will go back to sleep. Did I mention sleep? Oh, I can’t wait and neither can my pillow.
Once I emerge from my comatose and recover from sleep deprivation, I will continue writing. I am already working on writing my book, 50 Dates in 50 Days Un-Cut, and I plan on getting it published.
As for this blog, I will keep you updated on my dating antics but I am going to open the floor to you, the fans, to submit your own dating stories. Whether they are hopelessly romantic or total disasters, I would love to hear about them and I’m sure the blog followers would to. Every time I talk to someone about the blog, they burst into a wild dating story of their own. So the floor is yours and you can send in your stories that I will edit and post up here once the 50 days are over. These can be sent to 50datesin50days@gmail.com and you can be sure that similar to my stories, they will remain completely anonymous. Can’t wait to hear them!
Dates Remaining: 22
Stylish pulled off another great date and awesome outfit tonight. I wonder why it is so hard for guys to find shoes that match a belt that fits right with a pair of pants that match a shirt. Really, it isn’t rocket science!
Anyway, Stylish took me to a tasty restaurant where we had a fantastic time chatting and telling jokes all evening. Following dinner, we went for tea and the topic of the 50 Dates in 50 Days came up.
I was unsure how Stylish would react to hearing about it but I was moderately confident that he wouldn’t be mad due to his easy-going nature. However, I have to say that I did not expect the reaction that I got.
When I told him about this project he exclaimed, “Holy shit, that is the funniest thing ever, I can’t even believe it! How on earth did you think of this? This is fantastic! You are hilarious. I can’t wait to tell all my friends!”
His positive reaction made the evening even better. He couldn’t stop laughing about it and that sent me into a fit of giggling hysterics. Together, we held our sides and laughed for a while until he asked me a ton of questions about the 50 Dates in 50 Days.
I am happy to say that not only is Stylish a fantastic dresser but he also has a phenomenal sense of humour. In fact, he is so stoked about this that he has agreed to write a little blurb about his experience meeting me at speed dating and then going on a couple of dates with me. I will then post this on here so you can have a male perspective on this dating situation.
In addition to requests from fans to provide some insight from the guys I have gone on dates with, I have been asked what I will do after the 50 days. This is a great question that I have pondered regularly.
First, I will sleep. I will also ride my bike. Then, I will sleep some more. I may watch a movie before going back to sleep. I may wake up to eat but of course, I will go back to sleep. Did I mention sleep? Oh, I can’t wait and neither can my pillow.
Once I emerge from my comatose and recover from sleep deprivation, I will continue writing. I am already working on writing my book, 50 Dates in 50 Days Un-Cut, and I plan on getting it published.
As for this blog, I will keep you updated on my dating antics but I am going to open the floor to you, the fans, to submit your own dating stories. Whether they are hopelessly romantic or total disasters, I would love to hear about them and I’m sure the blog followers would to. Every time I talk to someone about the blog, they burst into a wild dating story of their own. So the floor is yours and you can send in your stories that I will edit and post up here once the 50 days are over. These can be sent to 50datesin50days@gmail.com and you can be sure that similar to my stories, they will remain completely anonymous. Can’t wait to hear them!
Monday, May 3, 2010
From Blah Blah Blah to Page Turner
Day: 22
Dates Remaining: 23
I can hardly believe it, I am over the hump. The halfway point has passed and there are twenty three dates remaining. Not that twenty three is a small feat but if I can get through twenty seven, I should be able to do another twenty three, right? Yeah, no problem. I am slightly ahead of schedule but that is because I have to travel for work next week and I’m trying to get out of town for the May long week end where I may not be able to find a date. (But I will try!).
Anyhow, not only did I have two blind dates today but they were also back to back. I had a few minutes between the two to drive from point A to point B and make some quick phone calls on the road. I tell ya, it’s life in the fast lane around here.
So first, I met Blah Blah Blah. This is not the man’s nickname because he talked too much but in fact, it’s because he finished half of his sentences by saying, “blah blah blah.” For example, “I really like ice cream and cookies and blah blah blah.” Or, there was also, “I am so happy to meet someone who is athletic and has freckles and blah blah blah.”
The conversation was exceptionally boring especially since half of it consisted of blah blah blahs. However, even worse than that were the first ten seconds of the date when I walked into the coffee shop and walked over to Blah Blah Blah to greet him. Immediately, he pointed to the coffee bar and said, “Are you going to get yourself a coffee?”
Wow, nice to meet you too, I thought to myself. Also, what was the urgency for me to get myself a coffee when he was the one who wanted to meet me for coffee? Again, here we go with the issue regarding date requesting and treating. Regardless, I would have almost rather drowned myself in coffee than sit there for over an hour listening to Blah Blah Blah.
Then, the goodbye was the final kicker. Blah Blah Blah grabbed me for a hug and pulled me close. My 125lb body didn’t stand much of a chance against his six foot six monstrous frame. Despite the fact that I was trying to pull away he kept his arms around me as he said, “I think you are great and I had a nice time talking to you and blah blah blah.”
Somehow, I managed to duck out of there and drive myself to date number two of the evening where I met someone who heard about me in Metro. This young man was far more interesting than Blah Blah Blah and since he had so many books to talk about, we have to call him Page Turner.
I have to say, I am so impressed by people who have the courage to write to me after hearing about 50 Dates in 50 Days in the newspaper, through friends, from Breakfast Television or from another social or media outlet. In fact, one of the questions that Page Turner asked me was, “What are some similarities you are noticing with all of your dates?”
This really made me think. All of the dates have been so different that thinking of a similarity took a few moments. The first thing I could think of was how brave the guys have to be to put themselves out there and write an e-mail to a complete stranger going on 50 Dates in 50 Days. These guys are also great at picking a date outing which is perfect for avoiding that whole awkward conversation consisting of, “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?”
Anyway, Page Turner treated me to a great dinner where we chatted about many topics including good books. Being an avid reader and writer, I enjoyed hearing about some good new titles and meeting someone who loves the bookstore as much as I do.
Page Turner was far more exciting and interesting than Blah Blah Blah and I had a good time with him. Nonetheless, in the interest of maintaining a slight degree of mental sanity, I highly recommend that everyone avoid going on two blind dates in one night.
Dates Remaining: 23
I can hardly believe it, I am over the hump. The halfway point has passed and there are twenty three dates remaining. Not that twenty three is a small feat but if I can get through twenty seven, I should be able to do another twenty three, right? Yeah, no problem. I am slightly ahead of schedule but that is because I have to travel for work next week and I’m trying to get out of town for the May long week end where I may not be able to find a date. (But I will try!).
Anyhow, not only did I have two blind dates today but they were also back to back. I had a few minutes between the two to drive from point A to point B and make some quick phone calls on the road. I tell ya, it’s life in the fast lane around here.
So first, I met Blah Blah Blah. This is not the man’s nickname because he talked too much but in fact, it’s because he finished half of his sentences by saying, “blah blah blah.” For example, “I really like ice cream and cookies and blah blah blah.” Or, there was also, “I am so happy to meet someone who is athletic and has freckles and blah blah blah.”
The conversation was exceptionally boring especially since half of it consisted of blah blah blahs. However, even worse than that were the first ten seconds of the date when I walked into the coffee shop and walked over to Blah Blah Blah to greet him. Immediately, he pointed to the coffee bar and said, “Are you going to get yourself a coffee?”
Wow, nice to meet you too, I thought to myself. Also, what was the urgency for me to get myself a coffee when he was the one who wanted to meet me for coffee? Again, here we go with the issue regarding date requesting and treating. Regardless, I would have almost rather drowned myself in coffee than sit there for over an hour listening to Blah Blah Blah.
Then, the goodbye was the final kicker. Blah Blah Blah grabbed me for a hug and pulled me close. My 125lb body didn’t stand much of a chance against his six foot six monstrous frame. Despite the fact that I was trying to pull away he kept his arms around me as he said, “I think you are great and I had a nice time talking to you and blah blah blah.”
Somehow, I managed to duck out of there and drive myself to date number two of the evening where I met someone who heard about me in Metro. This young man was far more interesting than Blah Blah Blah and since he had so many books to talk about, we have to call him Page Turner.
I have to say, I am so impressed by people who have the courage to write to me after hearing about 50 Dates in 50 Days in the newspaper, through friends, from Breakfast Television or from another social or media outlet. In fact, one of the questions that Page Turner asked me was, “What are some similarities you are noticing with all of your dates?”
This really made me think. All of the dates have been so different that thinking of a similarity took a few moments. The first thing I could think of was how brave the guys have to be to put themselves out there and write an e-mail to a complete stranger going on 50 Dates in 50 Days. These guys are also great at picking a date outing which is perfect for avoiding that whole awkward conversation consisting of, “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?”
Anyway, Page Turner treated me to a great dinner where we chatted about many topics including good books. Being an avid reader and writer, I enjoyed hearing about some good new titles and meeting someone who loves the bookstore as much as I do.
Page Turner was far more exciting and interesting than Blah Blah Blah and I had a good time with him. Nonetheless, in the interest of maintaining a slight degree of mental sanity, I highly recommend that everyone avoid going on two blind dates in one night.
Sunday, May 2, 2010
Bronc Rider
Day: 21
Dates Remaining: 25
A couple of weeks ago, a friend of a friend e-mailed me to invite me on a date to his family ranch. Unsure of what to expect but excited about this adventure, I eagerly agreed. I'm sure glad I did because it was a fantastic day and by far one of the most unique dates I have ever been on.
Being Alberta, we had to drive through warm sun, a dark rain cloud and a hailstorm before making it out to the ranch. After the drive and a nice tour of the ranch, Bronc Rider saddled up a couple of horses for us to go ride.
Not having ridden a horse in umpteen years, I was slightly nervous to climb on the back of this animal. Nonetheless, I overcame my fear, got on the horse and rode out of the barn area. Before I made it very far, I heard a commotion and turned around to see my date's horse trying to buck him off. It was at that moment that he acquired his name, Bronc Rider.
Being an experienced horse rider, he managed to stay on the horse and regain control of the animal. It was very impressive.
I got a bit of a feel for being on a horse while we rode out towards one of the many fields at the ranch. This was when the date got even better. Not only were we riding horses, but we were also heading out to the field on a mission. This wasn't just any mission but one that required us to find, among hundreds of cows, three particular cows with foot rot and pink eye.
Feeling like a real cowgirl decked out in my cowboy boots, I checked out the cows for pink eye and foot rot (not that I have seen either of these on a cow before). We made our way through the field until we had to go through a river crossing. I thought a river crossing was scary on a mountain bike but being on a horse is a whole notch up on the scale of nerve racking experiences.
My horse wasn't keen on the whole concept of crossing the river so he was taking his sweet time deciding where to cross and how to go about it. My very beginner horse handling skills weren't helping the situation but before I knew it, he decided to cross the river. If only he could have wandered through it. That would have been too easy. He somehow thought it would be brilliant to jump across, nearly sending me flying off his back. My heart skipped about a hundred beats.
It took me a few moments to recover from my near cardiac arrest before I could enjoy the ride again. But suddenly the excitement levels were up again because I found the cow with pink eye! Jackpot!
We tried to force the cow out of one field and into the next but she wanted nothing to do with our plan. Too bad Bronc Rider forgot his rope because it would have been quite a show to see him rope up the cow and drag it back with us. Nonetheless, we found the cow with foot rot and were able to get her into the next field. What an adventure!
Now, you may think that at a ranch everything is hard core and muddy. That's what I thought until I visited this stylish ranch. Not only does this ranch have class but it is also fully equipped with a glorious hot tub. Let me tell you, this place is paradise. Bronc Rider and I enjoyed the rest of the afternoon in the hot tub before heading back to the city.
So when you think a date is going fantastic, why not introduce him to a bunch of close friends? There was a bit of a celebration for a friend tonight so I brought Bronc Rider with me for the BBQ.
He fit right in with my friends. It was phenomenal. They loved him. His great sense of humour and witty nature made for a night of good laughs and great company. I couldn't have been happier.
After having such a lousy day yesterday, it was refreshing to meet someone who was so organized, generous and a fantastic date. And really, how many people can say they rounded up cows on horseback on a first date?
Dates Remaining: 25
A couple of weeks ago, a friend of a friend e-mailed me to invite me on a date to his family ranch. Unsure of what to expect but excited about this adventure, I eagerly agreed. I'm sure glad I did because it was a fantastic day and by far one of the most unique dates I have ever been on.
Being Alberta, we had to drive through warm sun, a dark rain cloud and a hailstorm before making it out to the ranch. After the drive and a nice tour of the ranch, Bronc Rider saddled up a couple of horses for us to go ride.
Not having ridden a horse in umpteen years, I was slightly nervous to climb on the back of this animal. Nonetheless, I overcame my fear, got on the horse and rode out of the barn area. Before I made it very far, I heard a commotion and turned around to see my date's horse trying to buck him off. It was at that moment that he acquired his name, Bronc Rider.
Being an experienced horse rider, he managed to stay on the horse and regain control of the animal. It was very impressive.
I got a bit of a feel for being on a horse while we rode out towards one of the many fields at the ranch. This was when the date got even better. Not only were we riding horses, but we were also heading out to the field on a mission. This wasn't just any mission but one that required us to find, among hundreds of cows, three particular cows with foot rot and pink eye.
Feeling like a real cowgirl decked out in my cowboy boots, I checked out the cows for pink eye and foot rot (not that I have seen either of these on a cow before). We made our way through the field until we had to go through a river crossing. I thought a river crossing was scary on a mountain bike but being on a horse is a whole notch up on the scale of nerve racking experiences.
My horse wasn't keen on the whole concept of crossing the river so he was taking his sweet time deciding where to cross and how to go about it. My very beginner horse handling skills weren't helping the situation but before I knew it, he decided to cross the river. If only he could have wandered through it. That would have been too easy. He somehow thought it would be brilliant to jump across, nearly sending me flying off his back. My heart skipped about a hundred beats.
It took me a few moments to recover from my near cardiac arrest before I could enjoy the ride again. But suddenly the excitement levels were up again because I found the cow with pink eye! Jackpot!
We tried to force the cow out of one field and into the next but she wanted nothing to do with our plan. Too bad Bronc Rider forgot his rope because it would have been quite a show to see him rope up the cow and drag it back with us. Nonetheless, we found the cow with foot rot and were able to get her into the next field. What an adventure!
Now, you may think that at a ranch everything is hard core and muddy. That's what I thought until I visited this stylish ranch. Not only does this ranch have class but it is also fully equipped with a glorious hot tub. Let me tell you, this place is paradise. Bronc Rider and I enjoyed the rest of the afternoon in the hot tub before heading back to the city.
So when you think a date is going fantastic, why not introduce him to a bunch of close friends? There was a bit of a celebration for a friend tonight so I brought Bronc Rider with me for the BBQ.
He fit right in with my friends. It was phenomenal. They loved him. His great sense of humour and witty nature made for a night of good laughs and great company. I couldn't have been happier.
After having such a lousy day yesterday, it was refreshing to meet someone who was so organized, generous and a fantastic date. And really, how many people can say they rounded up cows on horseback on a first date?
Saturday, May 1, 2010
Stood up, Deer John, Butterflies?
Day: 20
Dates Remaining: 26
I just spent an hour crying like a baby. In fact, we could call it bawling. The type where you can barely breathe. Pathetic, yes. Hopeless, yes. Tired, yes. Exhausted, yes. Hungry, yes. Too much wine, yes. Too many emotions, yes. Alone, yes.
In a matter of sixteen hours I managed to ride a bicycle 75km, write a blog, drink too much coffee, play Bocce ball, catch up with friends, get stood up, drink too much wine, have a nice dinner, have another visit, get crushed and make my way home. Now, as I lie here in bed, I wonder how I do it.
It's almost halfway. Almost.
I was feeling defeated. Heartbroken. Lost. Alone. And then the meltdown occurred. Have you ever had one of those? Those horrible moments where all control is completely lost and shattered? Those times where you just don't know what to do with yourself? Where you lose yourself in a random bathroom in the arms of a complete stranger named Jenny?
Well, that happened tonight.
As I mentioned in the previous blog, I had been invited to be someone's date for a wedding. Let's call this particular dud Cold Feet. He called me up yesterday to invite me as a blind date to his sister's wedding. I was impressed; this guy had courage. He was unique and was up for something out of the ordinary.
I planned my day around the event and was stoked to go to my second wedding ever. I made sure to ride the bike this morning and have enough time to catch up with friends and get all dolled up for the event. I couldn't wait.
I made my way home after a visit with my close friends to put on my dress, straighten my hair, do my make-up and get all ready. About twenty minutes before my date was supposed to pick me up, the phone rang. It was him and the conversation went something like this:
Cold Feet: Hey, have you ever been stood up? Do you have a back-up date?
Me (wondering what was with this guy): Well, yes, I have been stood up and I don't make back-up dates.
Cold Feet: You must have had a date before I called you yesterday.
Me: I have some dates planned far in advance but this wedding was a day by day plan that I'm stoked for.
(Awkward Silence).
Cold Feet: Well I don't think you should come. I'll read your blog and write you an e-mail later. Bye.
Me (Why am I so nice?) : Okay, have fun tonight, bye.
Wow, this is stood up #3. Unreal.
Dressed up and ready to go, I dove into bed. I called some friends. I felt defeated. I was so excited to go to a wedding and that plan was all over.
Some good friends were headed out for a celebration and since it was a dress-up event, I was stoked to go with them. They encouraged me to join a friend of theirs, Deer John, as his date. This friend was cute and nice so I was keen. Anything to forget being stood up again. But just before heading out to the restaurant, Deer John informed me that he had a girlfriend. You would think that minor detail would have come up hours before he agreed to be my date? Honestly.
Disappointed again, I was off to the restaurant. Then, the phone rang. Butterflies (see Butterflies post) was on the line. Though we had been on a date, we spend quite a bit of friend time together as well. Oh, I would have done anything to see Butterflies. Mmmmm. So I invited him for dinner and he agreed to join us.
No longer disappointed and rather excited, I couldn't wait for him to get to the restaurant. He did show up, (I don't know if I could have dealt with being stood up again), but he was distracted and absent. One might say he was off in another world. Perhaps he was just tired and stressed, I have no idea.
Either way, I went to the bathroom. I stood there for a while, staring at the mirror and wondering how life had gotten so wildly out of control. I have no idea why but suddenly I felt like the world was crashing down on me and I couldn't make the feeling go away. I couldn't even bring myself to go back to the dinner table so I continued staring until Jenny, someone I have never met before, bombed through the door and said, "Hey, is everything okay?"
Don't you hate when people ask you that and you are on the verge of losing it? Well, I lost it. She held me tight as tears streamed down my cheeks. "It's going to be okay, you will be fine," she repeated as I cried too hard to utter any words. I tried to tell her everything but that was impossible. She held me until I had the strength to get myself together and head back to my table to devour some dessert and get the hell out of there.
Butterflies drove me home and luckily I made it upstairs before bursting into tears. What on earth is wrong with me? I called Sarah and she reassured me. Then another good friend called and came over for a visit. She cheered me up. I feel better.
I then made my way to bed to check my e-mail and got a message from 5 Seconds (read 5 Seconds post): "I was chatting with a really close colleague of mine about our date when another co-worker from a different department overheard us talking and apparently had been reading your blog since the start and exclaimed, 'WOW, you're 5 seconds?! That's great!' And the people here who are following your blog love your writing, just thought I'd let you know. Keep it up!"
All of a sudden, everything is okay again. All kinds of people are reading my blog and recognizing the stories and that makes me so happy. Now, I'm in bed. It's fantastic, I love my duvet. Alone, yes. Happy, yes. Too many emotions, yes. Tired, yes. Too much wine, yes. Exhausted, yes. Bed time, yes. Good night, yes.
Dates Remaining: 26
I just spent an hour crying like a baby. In fact, we could call it bawling. The type where you can barely breathe. Pathetic, yes. Hopeless, yes. Tired, yes. Exhausted, yes. Hungry, yes. Too much wine, yes. Too many emotions, yes. Alone, yes.
In a matter of sixteen hours I managed to ride a bicycle 75km, write a blog, drink too much coffee, play Bocce ball, catch up with friends, get stood up, drink too much wine, have a nice dinner, have another visit, get crushed and make my way home. Now, as I lie here in bed, I wonder how I do it.
It's almost halfway. Almost.
I was feeling defeated. Heartbroken. Lost. Alone. And then the meltdown occurred. Have you ever had one of those? Those horrible moments where all control is completely lost and shattered? Those times where you just don't know what to do with yourself? Where you lose yourself in a random bathroom in the arms of a complete stranger named Jenny?
Well, that happened tonight.
As I mentioned in the previous blog, I had been invited to be someone's date for a wedding. Let's call this particular dud Cold Feet. He called me up yesterday to invite me as a blind date to his sister's wedding. I was impressed; this guy had courage. He was unique and was up for something out of the ordinary.
I planned my day around the event and was stoked to go to my second wedding ever. I made sure to ride the bike this morning and have enough time to catch up with friends and get all dolled up for the event. I couldn't wait.
I made my way home after a visit with my close friends to put on my dress, straighten my hair, do my make-up and get all ready. About twenty minutes before my date was supposed to pick me up, the phone rang. It was him and the conversation went something like this:
Cold Feet: Hey, have you ever been stood up? Do you have a back-up date?
Me (wondering what was with this guy): Well, yes, I have been stood up and I don't make back-up dates.
Cold Feet: You must have had a date before I called you yesterday.
Me: I have some dates planned far in advance but this wedding was a day by day plan that I'm stoked for.
(Awkward Silence).
Cold Feet: Well I don't think you should come. I'll read your blog and write you an e-mail later. Bye.
Me (Why am I so nice?) : Okay, have fun tonight, bye.
Wow, this is stood up #3. Unreal.
Dressed up and ready to go, I dove into bed. I called some friends. I felt defeated. I was so excited to go to a wedding and that plan was all over.
Some good friends were headed out for a celebration and since it was a dress-up event, I was stoked to go with them. They encouraged me to join a friend of theirs, Deer John, as his date. This friend was cute and nice so I was keen. Anything to forget being stood up again. But just before heading out to the restaurant, Deer John informed me that he had a girlfriend. You would think that minor detail would have come up hours before he agreed to be my date? Honestly.
Disappointed again, I was off to the restaurant. Then, the phone rang. Butterflies (see Butterflies post) was on the line. Though we had been on a date, we spend quite a bit of friend time together as well. Oh, I would have done anything to see Butterflies. Mmmmm. So I invited him for dinner and he agreed to join us.
No longer disappointed and rather excited, I couldn't wait for him to get to the restaurant. He did show up, (I don't know if I could have dealt with being stood up again), but he was distracted and absent. One might say he was off in another world. Perhaps he was just tired and stressed, I have no idea.
Either way, I went to the bathroom. I stood there for a while, staring at the mirror and wondering how life had gotten so wildly out of control. I have no idea why but suddenly I felt like the world was crashing down on me and I couldn't make the feeling go away. I couldn't even bring myself to go back to the dinner table so I continued staring until Jenny, someone I have never met before, bombed through the door and said, "Hey, is everything okay?"
Don't you hate when people ask you that and you are on the verge of losing it? Well, I lost it. She held me tight as tears streamed down my cheeks. "It's going to be okay, you will be fine," she repeated as I cried too hard to utter any words. I tried to tell her everything but that was impossible. She held me until I had the strength to get myself together and head back to my table to devour some dessert and get the hell out of there.
Butterflies drove me home and luckily I made it upstairs before bursting into tears. What on earth is wrong with me? I called Sarah and she reassured me. Then another good friend called and came over for a visit. She cheered me up. I feel better.
I then made my way to bed to check my e-mail and got a message from 5 Seconds (read 5 Seconds post): "I was chatting with a really close colleague of mine about our date when another co-worker from a different department overheard us talking and apparently had been reading your blog since the start and exclaimed, 'WOW, you're 5 seconds?! That's great!' And the people here who are following your blog love your writing, just thought I'd let you know. Keep it up!"
All of a sudden, everything is okay again. All kinds of people are reading my blog and recognizing the stories and that makes me so happy. Now, I'm in bed. It's fantastic, I love my duvet. Alone, yes. Happy, yes. Too many emotions, yes. Tired, yes. Too much wine, yes. Exhausted, yes. Bed time, yes. Good night, yes.
An Australian BBQ
Day: 19
Dates Remaining: 27
There are many good ways to kick off a week end but a BBQ is by far one of my favourites. How can you go wrong with a pile of meat, tasty wine and good company? This is especially true when the good company is a date with a Beautiful Australian complete with the wonderful accent!
I have to say, this was definitely not your typical first date. Before this, I had only spent 7 minutes with Beautiful Australian at a speed dating event. We then exchanged a few e-mails where he suggested that I come to the BBQ.
I showed up and immediately met Beautiful Australian's work partner, his work partner's wife and parents as well as another couple of friends. It is not everyday that you meet someone's close friends on a first date but it was great. I had a good time chatting with everyone while Beautiful Australian was out cooking up a storm.
The dinner was great and I showed off my brilliant co-ordination and balance abilities by walking into the dinner table and knocking over everyone's drinks. The wine, the beer and the water toppled over and landed on the table, the floor and someone's lap. It was priceless; my true moment of glory. Luckily, we all had a good sense of humour and laughed it off.
Shortly after dinner all of the guests left, leaving Beautiful Australian and I with some time to chat and get to know each other. We had great conversation and it turns out we have a lot in common. Overall, it was a great date and a perfect way to start the week end which is only getting better as I was able to get out for a brilliant bike ride this morning. I then have a few friends that I'm stoked to see this afternoon before I get all dressed up for a wedding this evening.
Now, this isn't just any wedding but a blind date wedding. Yes, I don't know the person I'm going with and to top it off, it's his sister's wedding. This is sure to be exciting!
Dates Remaining: 27
There are many good ways to kick off a week end but a BBQ is by far one of my favourites. How can you go wrong with a pile of meat, tasty wine and good company? This is especially true when the good company is a date with a Beautiful Australian complete with the wonderful accent!
I have to say, this was definitely not your typical first date. Before this, I had only spent 7 minutes with Beautiful Australian at a speed dating event. We then exchanged a few e-mails where he suggested that I come to the BBQ.
I showed up and immediately met Beautiful Australian's work partner, his work partner's wife and parents as well as another couple of friends. It is not everyday that you meet someone's close friends on a first date but it was great. I had a good time chatting with everyone while Beautiful Australian was out cooking up a storm.
The dinner was great and I showed off my brilliant co-ordination and balance abilities by walking into the dinner table and knocking over everyone's drinks. The wine, the beer and the water toppled over and landed on the table, the floor and someone's lap. It was priceless; my true moment of glory. Luckily, we all had a good sense of humour and laughed it off.
Shortly after dinner all of the guests left, leaving Beautiful Australian and I with some time to chat and get to know each other. We had great conversation and it turns out we have a lot in common. Overall, it was a great date and a perfect way to start the week end which is only getting better as I was able to get out for a brilliant bike ride this morning. I then have a few friends that I'm stoked to see this afternoon before I get all dressed up for a wedding this evening.
Now, this isn't just any wedding but a blind date wedding. Yes, I don't know the person I'm going with and to top it off, it's his sister's wedding. This is sure to be exciting!
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