...What do you do?
Day: 18
Dates Remaining: 28
Imagine this: You are in a +15 (we have indoor bridges in this city that link downtown office buildings together to avoid the frigid cold), you are with your true love, you are watching chaos unleash itself around you as buildings explode because a meteor is crashing down onto the earth and you have five seconds to live. How do you react? How do you feel? What do you do with your last moments on this planet?
Yes, this must sound dramatic and completely out there but my date last night wanted to act out this particular moment with me and capture it on camera. At this point, I'm sure you are wondering what on earth this means and what was this guy thinking? Well, this creative individual, who we will call 5 Seconds, had a vision and brought me along to act out this moment for his artwork.
5 Seconds had e-mailed me a couple of weeks ago since he had read about me in the newspaper. We proceeded to exchange a few e-mails where it was obvious that 5 seconds not only had a good sense of creativity but was also rather comical.
His suggestion for me to help him with this project intrigued me as I used to do a lot of photography. He sent me a few pieces of his art but did not reveal exactly how I would be worked into his project. That, 5 Seconds left as a mystery.
5 Seconds and I met last night and chatted over a brief coffee where he explained the project idea to me. This is tricky for me to explain but his work is not just a photo but art where the photo gets dramatically edited to look amazing tell a story. I asked 5 Seconds if I can post our photo up here when it is ready and he agreed so fear not, you will be able to see it.
After our coffee, 5 Seconds led me around the +15s until we arrived to the perfect one. This +15 had been handpicked for this project. At this point, I was still unsure what exactly was going to happen but being easy going, I rolled with it. I stood in the middle of the hallway for a few minutes while 5 Seconds got his equipment ready. He then took a few test shots and then we were good to go.
5 Seconds set the self timer, walked over to where I was standing and looked deep into my eyes as he told me to imagine that the world would be ending in 5 seconds. He then grabbed me by the hips, pulled me towards him and held me so close that I could feel his lips brush against mine. Snap! The moment was captured.
I'm not going to lie, this all took me by surprise. I wasn't sure what to make of this situation. I have to say that this is the first time a date has ever been so close within the first hour of us meeting. But, we are artists and by the sounds of it, this photo will be great.
I kid you not, we spent the next hour holding each other close, almost kissing and then finally kissing to act out this scene. We walked back and forth to the camera after each shot to dissect out acting abilities. Maybe instead of a writer I should pursue a career in acting?
I realize that this has the potential to sound creepy but once you see the final product, it will make total sense. And believe it or not, it wasn't at all strange. In fact, I had a great time with this unique idea. Perhaps this is because 5 Seconds was funny and sweet but it could also be because I enjoy new, challenging situations. But I do hope that I'm not encouraging guys out there to bring a camera and set up a story in order to get a kiss within the first hour of a date.
Once 5 Seconds and I were pleased with a lot of the shots he had taken, we packed up and went for a few drinks where we had a great time chatting and getting to know one another.
Overall, I was very impressed by 5 Seconds. He pushed the envelope and suggested something different. Very different. He wasn't scared to put himself out there to get me to help him with his project. I mean, really, he wrote me an e-mail after reading about me in the paper. That takes courage. I cannot wait to see the completed photo and share it with you. And hey, maybe I'll get the opportunity to be the subject in another photographic adventure?
Before I wrap this up, you may have wondered how my date count decreased by two yesterday. This was because earlier in the day, before meeting 5 Seconds, I had lunch with my Tumbling Farmer (you may remember him from a couple of weeks ago). What a phenomenal, genuine, down to earth guy.
It's interesting, however, how someone can be so great but there be something missing. Why is that? It is because our personalities don't jive? Is it because he wants to go work out in a camp in Fort Mac? Or is it because he wants to move to a farm? I have far too many nice shoes to live on a farm. I can't wear them for the cows. Not that I ever think long term like that but we just don't have much in common in terms of life paths. But that's okay, we had a great time and hopefully we can remain fiends.
Overall, yesterday was a successful and exciting day as number 18 of the 50. But now I have a ton of work that needs to be done before I head out to a BBQ with my speed dating Australian. Have a good day!
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
I know a Blond McDreamy
Day: 17
Dates Remaining: 30
If you have ever watched Grey's Anatomy (I'm hooked!), you would have seen that Patrick Dempsey has this beautiful wavy hair that contributed to his nickname, McDreamy. Well, it so happens that my date today has the same type of beautiful hair only that it is blond. And so, without a question, my date today just has to be called Blond McDreamy.
But before I get into that, I'm sitting here tonight wondering why timing has to play such an important part in relationships? Why is it so hard to get it right? I used to think that when a guy and a girl met and had feelings for one another, things would just happen. Poof! Just like that, they would be together. Wow, was I ever naive.
So I had a coffee date today with my Blond McDreamy and in case you haven't guessed it, timing has always been off with us. We have known each other for a while but for one reason or another things didn't work out and we never ended up together but he was still keen to be my date today. We had a great time chatting and even discussed our timing issues but only to laugh them off and decide yet again that we are only meant to be friends.
Speaking of being just friends, I talked to Speed Racer today. Being speedy, he expressed his interest in going out with me again, taking me to Edmonton to meet his Mom and having me join him on a week-long cycling trip. He even threw in a joke about us getting married one day. I tell ya, there is a good reason I call him Speed Racer.
Though this was all flattering, I do not want to pursue a relationship with Speed Racer. There, that was just one simple sentence on here but it took me twenty minutes to explain over the phone. This was due to a combination of my less than fantastic communication and Speed Racer's inquisitive nature. Luckily, in the end, Speed Racer took our conversation rather well and we ended it on a pleasant note.
But what was far more pleasant than that conversation was the rest of my evening. To end my rather busy day, I went out for dinner with a friend. He insisted that this was a non-date; however, he paid for dinner. We then stuck around and chatted for so long that we had dinner again. Yes, you've got it, the server brought back the menus and we ordered another meal. I couldn't get enough of it; we sure have big appetites. I was keen to treat for the second dinner but my friend absolutely refused to let me pay and treated me again. What a lovely gesture and a change from being left to pay for meals. Regardless, the whole bill paying theme will always remain a mystery to me but I wanted to express my gratitude for all of the great input I received about this controversial topic.
Dates Remaining: 30
If you have ever watched Grey's Anatomy (I'm hooked!), you would have seen that Patrick Dempsey has this beautiful wavy hair that contributed to his nickname, McDreamy. Well, it so happens that my date today has the same type of beautiful hair only that it is blond. And so, without a question, my date today just has to be called Blond McDreamy.
But before I get into that, I'm sitting here tonight wondering why timing has to play such an important part in relationships? Why is it so hard to get it right? I used to think that when a guy and a girl met and had feelings for one another, things would just happen. Poof! Just like that, they would be together. Wow, was I ever naive.
So I had a coffee date today with my Blond McDreamy and in case you haven't guessed it, timing has always been off with us. We have known each other for a while but for one reason or another things didn't work out and we never ended up together but he was still keen to be my date today. We had a great time chatting and even discussed our timing issues but only to laugh them off and decide yet again that we are only meant to be friends.
Speaking of being just friends, I talked to Speed Racer today. Being speedy, he expressed his interest in going out with me again, taking me to Edmonton to meet his Mom and having me join him on a week-long cycling trip. He even threw in a joke about us getting married one day. I tell ya, there is a good reason I call him Speed Racer.
Though this was all flattering, I do not want to pursue a relationship with Speed Racer. There, that was just one simple sentence on here but it took me twenty minutes to explain over the phone. This was due to a combination of my less than fantastic communication and Speed Racer's inquisitive nature. Luckily, in the end, Speed Racer took our conversation rather well and we ended it on a pleasant note.
But what was far more pleasant than that conversation was the rest of my evening. To end my rather busy day, I went out for dinner with a friend. He insisted that this was a non-date; however, he paid for dinner. We then stuck around and chatted for so long that we had dinner again. Yes, you've got it, the server brought back the menus and we ordered another meal. I couldn't get enough of it; we sure have big appetites. I was keen to treat for the second dinner but my friend absolutely refused to let me pay and treated me again. What a lovely gesture and a change from being left to pay for meals. Regardless, the whole bill paying theme will always remain a mystery to me but I wanted to express my gratitude for all of the great input I received about this controversial topic.
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Stylish
Day: 16
Dates Remaining: 31
A good friend of mine and I were chatting today about forgiveness. Oh, what a topic. Why is it that it can be so difficult to forgive someone? Even worse, why is it so hard to forget? Do people deserve a second chance?
I pose such questions because last night, in the middle of writing my posting, Speed Racer called. I didn't make it to the phone but he had left a message that I checked this morning. It was a nice voice mail where he admitted to forgetting to thank me for dinner last night. He proceeded to thank me and tell me what a wonderful time he had had. Yes, it was a nice gesture and I forgive him for not thanking me, but I still feel that the bill shuffle was awkward. In fact, my Mother, who is traditional in her ways, thinks I should e-mail him a bill. Though I love my Mom's comical suggestions, I will be doing no such thing.
Anyway, my date this evening was great. I finally met up with someone from my first speed dating evening that I attended about a week and a half ago. This man has many great qualities but one that stands out the most is his good sense of style. So, we will call him Stylish.
Stylish was by far the best dressed guy at speed dating and I have to say, the most comical one there. He is the only person that I met that night who did not ask me what I do, where I'm from and what I like to do for fun. Instead, we had engaged one another in a ridiculously humourous conversation that led to explosive laughter and a great connection.
It was nice to see him today because I got to get a bit of the guy's perspective on speed dating. According to Stylish, the girls there were wholesome and sweet but rather ordinary. He said that the speed dating experience was good but not something he would do again. Whether it was true or not, he said that he had had the most fun talking to me and was glad that we were able to re-connect. That was sweet.
Anyway, we had a fantastic time chatting tonight and it was great to be able to have a conversation for more than the seven minutes they allocate to each "speed date." Even better than that was when Stylish insisted that we meet again next week for dinner. He specifically said that he would love to take me somewhere nice and get all dressed up. I love getting fancied up so I'm really looking forward to this!
Dates Remaining: 31
A good friend of mine and I were chatting today about forgiveness. Oh, what a topic. Why is it that it can be so difficult to forgive someone? Even worse, why is it so hard to forget? Do people deserve a second chance?
I pose such questions because last night, in the middle of writing my posting, Speed Racer called. I didn't make it to the phone but he had left a message that I checked this morning. It was a nice voice mail where he admitted to forgetting to thank me for dinner last night. He proceeded to thank me and tell me what a wonderful time he had had. Yes, it was a nice gesture and I forgive him for not thanking me, but I still feel that the bill shuffle was awkward. In fact, my Mother, who is traditional in her ways, thinks I should e-mail him a bill. Though I love my Mom's comical suggestions, I will be doing no such thing.
Anyway, my date this evening was great. I finally met up with someone from my first speed dating evening that I attended about a week and a half ago. This man has many great qualities but one that stands out the most is his good sense of style. So, we will call him Stylish.
Stylish was by far the best dressed guy at speed dating and I have to say, the most comical one there. He is the only person that I met that night who did not ask me what I do, where I'm from and what I like to do for fun. Instead, we had engaged one another in a ridiculously humourous conversation that led to explosive laughter and a great connection.
It was nice to see him today because I got to get a bit of the guy's perspective on speed dating. According to Stylish, the girls there were wholesome and sweet but rather ordinary. He said that the speed dating experience was good but not something he would do again. Whether it was true or not, he said that he had had the most fun talking to me and was glad that we were able to re-connect. That was sweet.
Anyway, we had a fantastic time chatting tonight and it was great to be able to have a conversation for more than the seven minutes they allocate to each "speed date." Even better than that was when Stylish insisted that we meet again next week for dinner. He specifically said that he would love to take me somewhere nice and get all dressed up. I love getting fancied up so I'm really looking forward to this!
Monday, April 26, 2010
Speed Racer Races to the Bathroom
Day: 15
Dates Remaining: 32
Good Evening. So, what do you think of "The Reach?" You know, the reach for the wallet when the bill comes? The awkward stumble when you have to figure out who is going to pay? The moment of truth when you have to decide who is going to fork over the cash and take care of the bill that has been burning a hole through the table? The uncomfortable shuffle around pockets in search of credit cards or a quick way out?
Okay, I have said enough. You get it, taking care of the bill. Err, I hate that moment of the date. It is worse than any awkward silences combined. It is even worse than finding out that I have had a huge piece of spinach in my teeth for the duration of the evening. In fact, it may even be worse than a horrible kiss.
Recently, the bill has been a hot topic of conversation among my friends. Of course, most of my female friends love when the male pays. The ladies that I have spoken to say that it is a sign of respect and chivalry. It makes them feel special.
Most guys say that they will pay for the first date, especially if they have requested the outing and picked the spot. However, numerous guys have said that they think that The Reach, when a lady reaches for her wallet, is very important. I found this very interesting. Why do guys want to see The Reach if they had planned to pay all along? I guess to them it's a sign of respect and courtesy as well.
However, I know some men who absolutely refuse to let the girl pay on the first date and want nothing to do with a silly reach for the wallet. I guess it's all personal preference.
Now, the tricky part comes on the second date. Then what? If the guy has already kindly paid for the first date, what happens on the next one? Does the female owe the male? Should it be split?
Again, I guess it all depends. But when someone tells me they are taking me out and then I get stuck with the bill, I get rather irritated. I'm not going to lie, this has happened numerous times and somehow, it happened again tonight.
Last week, Speed Racer, who you may remember from a week and a half ago, told me that he wanted to take me to a nice dinner downtown. We made our way to a new restaurant and had a great dinner filled with good conversation and tasty food. Dessert, my favourite part of the meal, was brilliantly sweet and delicious. Overall, it was a solid date and I thoroughly enjoyed my time with Speed Racer.
Then, the unavoidable moment of the evening came and the bill made its way to our table. It sat there, and sat there, and sat there. In fact, the server kept coming by to check if a credit card had been placed on the table. To his dismay, we were taking forever.
Speed Racer had said that he wanted to take me out but after the bill had burned a hole through the table, I threw on my coat, grabbed the bill and took it up to the till since the waiter had long given up on us. I handed the bill to the server behind the till and Speed Racer conveniently excused himself to the bathroom. (I have a few friends who have a theory that girls do this on purpose to avoid paying). I have never done this but perhaps I was being taken for a fool tonight?
You know, I really don't mind paying for a date, but not when someone says they are taking me out. Since this was the case, he could have at least asked to split it? I don't want to sound unreasonable, as my goal is not to have people treat me to everything, but if I had said that I was taking him out, then the bill would have unquestionably been mine to take care of. That was, however, not the case.
Regardless, I took care of it and we walked back to his car where we went our separate ways. In the end, the biggest disappointment of the evening was not that I paid the bill, but that he did not even say thank you. That hurt. But, it's all in the name of the dating game, right? You know, I'd love to hear some thoughts on bill paying etiquette so feel free to write a comment to 50datesin50days@gmail.com. I'm always curious to hear various opinions about topics such as this one. Good night!
Dates Remaining: 32
Good Evening. So, what do you think of "The Reach?" You know, the reach for the wallet when the bill comes? The awkward stumble when you have to figure out who is going to pay? The moment of truth when you have to decide who is going to fork over the cash and take care of the bill that has been burning a hole through the table? The uncomfortable shuffle around pockets in search of credit cards or a quick way out?
Okay, I have said enough. You get it, taking care of the bill. Err, I hate that moment of the date. It is worse than any awkward silences combined. It is even worse than finding out that I have had a huge piece of spinach in my teeth for the duration of the evening. In fact, it may even be worse than a horrible kiss.
Recently, the bill has been a hot topic of conversation among my friends. Of course, most of my female friends love when the male pays. The ladies that I have spoken to say that it is a sign of respect and chivalry. It makes them feel special.
Most guys say that they will pay for the first date, especially if they have requested the outing and picked the spot. However, numerous guys have said that they think that The Reach, when a lady reaches for her wallet, is very important. I found this very interesting. Why do guys want to see The Reach if they had planned to pay all along? I guess to them it's a sign of respect and courtesy as well.
However, I know some men who absolutely refuse to let the girl pay on the first date and want nothing to do with a silly reach for the wallet. I guess it's all personal preference.
Now, the tricky part comes on the second date. Then what? If the guy has already kindly paid for the first date, what happens on the next one? Does the female owe the male? Should it be split?
Again, I guess it all depends. But when someone tells me they are taking me out and then I get stuck with the bill, I get rather irritated. I'm not going to lie, this has happened numerous times and somehow, it happened again tonight.
Last week, Speed Racer, who you may remember from a week and a half ago, told me that he wanted to take me to a nice dinner downtown. We made our way to a new restaurant and had a great dinner filled with good conversation and tasty food. Dessert, my favourite part of the meal, was brilliantly sweet and delicious. Overall, it was a solid date and I thoroughly enjoyed my time with Speed Racer.
Then, the unavoidable moment of the evening came and the bill made its way to our table. It sat there, and sat there, and sat there. In fact, the server kept coming by to check if a credit card had been placed on the table. To his dismay, we were taking forever.
Speed Racer had said that he wanted to take me out but after the bill had burned a hole through the table, I threw on my coat, grabbed the bill and took it up to the till since the waiter had long given up on us. I handed the bill to the server behind the till and Speed Racer conveniently excused himself to the bathroom. (I have a few friends who have a theory that girls do this on purpose to avoid paying). I have never done this but perhaps I was being taken for a fool tonight?
You know, I really don't mind paying for a date, but not when someone says they are taking me out. Since this was the case, he could have at least asked to split it? I don't want to sound unreasonable, as my goal is not to have people treat me to everything, but if I had said that I was taking him out, then the bill would have unquestionably been mine to take care of. That was, however, not the case.
Regardless, I took care of it and we walked back to his car where we went our separate ways. In the end, the biggest disappointment of the evening was not that I paid the bill, but that he did not even say thank you. That hurt. But, it's all in the name of the dating game, right? You know, I'd love to hear some thoughts on bill paying etiquette so feel free to write a comment to 50datesin50days@gmail.com. I'm always curious to hear various opinions about topics such as this one. Good night!
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Spontaneous Meets Hunter Gatherer
Day: 14
Dates Remaining: 33
I was just about glued to the couch last night when a guy that I had recently met at a party called. We chatted for a bit before realizing that we both had no plans for the evening. Being Spontaneous, he suggested an impromptu date and since I was almost done all of my Grey's Anatomy episodes that were keeping me stuck on the couch, I happily agreed. I don't want you to think it was just about the TV episodes being done, I was also keen to see Spontaneous again.
So he picked me up and off we went to a local lounge for some food and drinks. As we wandered around trying to find a table, I spotted Hunter Gatherer (see Hunter Gatherer post) in the corner. He was busy chatting with someone so Spontaneous and I went to find a table before I could say hello.
As it turns out, we found a table right next to where Hunter Gatherer was sitting with his big crew of friends. He blatantly did not want to talk to me as he avoided making eye contact when he walked right past me. He was obviously angry.
I quickly forgot about that as I had a fantastic time chatting with Spontaneous who turned out to be a wonderful guy. He was attentive, attractive, comical and a great date.
When we were about to leave, I stood up to put my coat on and looked over to Hunter Gatherer. I took two steps towards him and said, "Hey, how's it going?" I really didn't see why we couldn't be friendly; however, he simply glared at me with piercing eyes and said, "Fine." A few moments later, in a snooty tone, he said, "How are you?" I told him that I was fine and then asked him how things were going. To that, he rudely responded: "Could be better."
He was acting as though I had ripped his heart out of his chest and pounded it with a hammer. It is interesting because I called him this past week to talk about the blog but he failed to return my phone call. I guess he is thoroughly unimpressed and for that I feel bad. But I hope that he can understand that I have been nothing but honest and that being an aspiring writer is not always easy.
Either way, I told him that I hope he enjoys the rest of his evening and we said good bye. I turned around and as I walked over to join Spontaneous so we could leave, Hunter Gatherer's friend exclaimed, "See you online!" I'm guessing that was meant to be a rude, snooty remark but Spontaneous and I couldn't get enough of this spectacle. It was like being back in kindergarten.
We ended the evening with a great chat over tea before Spontaneous drove me home. You know what, when I was in university, my Mom taught me that a proper date should always walk me to the door. I always thought she was onto something but so far, not one person has gotten out of their car to walk me to the door. Is this element of chivalry dead?
Dates Remaining: 33
I was just about glued to the couch last night when a guy that I had recently met at a party called. We chatted for a bit before realizing that we both had no plans for the evening. Being Spontaneous, he suggested an impromptu date and since I was almost done all of my Grey's Anatomy episodes that were keeping me stuck on the couch, I happily agreed. I don't want you to think it was just about the TV episodes being done, I was also keen to see Spontaneous again.
So he picked me up and off we went to a local lounge for some food and drinks. As we wandered around trying to find a table, I spotted Hunter Gatherer (see Hunter Gatherer post) in the corner. He was busy chatting with someone so Spontaneous and I went to find a table before I could say hello.
As it turns out, we found a table right next to where Hunter Gatherer was sitting with his big crew of friends. He blatantly did not want to talk to me as he avoided making eye contact when he walked right past me. He was obviously angry.
I quickly forgot about that as I had a fantastic time chatting with Spontaneous who turned out to be a wonderful guy. He was attentive, attractive, comical and a great date.
When we were about to leave, I stood up to put my coat on and looked over to Hunter Gatherer. I took two steps towards him and said, "Hey, how's it going?" I really didn't see why we couldn't be friendly; however, he simply glared at me with piercing eyes and said, "Fine." A few moments later, in a snooty tone, he said, "How are you?" I told him that I was fine and then asked him how things were going. To that, he rudely responded: "Could be better."
He was acting as though I had ripped his heart out of his chest and pounded it with a hammer. It is interesting because I called him this past week to talk about the blog but he failed to return my phone call. I guess he is thoroughly unimpressed and for that I feel bad. But I hope that he can understand that I have been nothing but honest and that being an aspiring writer is not always easy.
Either way, I told him that I hope he enjoys the rest of his evening and we said good bye. I turned around and as I walked over to join Spontaneous so we could leave, Hunter Gatherer's friend exclaimed, "See you online!" I'm guessing that was meant to be a rude, snooty remark but Spontaneous and I couldn't get enough of this spectacle. It was like being back in kindergarten.
We ended the evening with a great chat over tea before Spontaneous drove me home. You know what, when I was in university, my Mom taught me that a proper date should always walk me to the door. I always thought she was onto something but so far, not one person has gotten out of their car to walk me to the door. Is this element of chivalry dead?
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Butterflies
Day: 13
Dates Remaining: 34
Butterflies. Yes, they are those beautiful multi-coloured creatures that flutter around all summer. However, butterflies are also something else; something far more intense and overwhelming than our airborne friends.
These other butterflies occur in stomachs and cause breathing to stop due to an overpowering and glorious feeling. To me, these butterflies are a good thing and usually occur for one of two reasons: I’m flying down a steep hill on a rollercoaster or I’m attracted to someone.
And how could I not be attracted to my wonderful date today? That’s it, TBD (read previous blog entry) now has to be known as Butterflies.
I’m stoked to tell you that Butterflies picked me up today on his motorcycle. I’m not sure about how most ladies feel, but I think that riding on the back of a guy’s motorcycle has to be one of the sexiest things ever. We cruised down the streets with my arms wrapped around him and my long blonde hair flying in the wind. I even got to wear the authentic, leather motorcycle jacket. What more could a girl ask for?
I’m not going to lie, I was a little confused when we ended up back at his house. I couldn’t figure out what he was up to but then he told me that he had forgotten his wallet. Smooth. We laughed at how that would have been a great story if he had actually forgotten it altogether. It would have been even funnier if we had both forgotten money and the bill arrived. Luckily, that didn’t happen. He grabbed his wallet and we were on our way.
As we rode down the street, Butterflies put his hand on my leg. I almost died. This sent earth shattering shivers down my spine and I wished that I could have frozen the moment so it could have lasted a little longer.
Brunch was great. He chose a lovely spot and we a fabulous time chatting. I feel that we had great conversations, no awkward moments, and an overall wonderful date.
We cruised back to my place where Butterflies gave me a kiss on the cheek before we parted ways. Just thinking about it causes my heart to skip a beat. I feel like I’m in grade 3 again. What on earth is wrong with me?
But, nothing is perfect and Butterflies made reference to our slightly significant age difference on more than one occasion today. I’m not too fussed by age but perhaps it concerns him? Will that disqualify me for a second date? Maybe, due to the blog, this is all a joke to him? Ah, the mysteries of dating; always keeping me on my toes.
Dates Remaining: 34
Butterflies. Yes, they are those beautiful multi-coloured creatures that flutter around all summer. However, butterflies are also something else; something far more intense and overwhelming than our airborne friends.
These other butterflies occur in stomachs and cause breathing to stop due to an overpowering and glorious feeling. To me, these butterflies are a good thing and usually occur for one of two reasons: I’m flying down a steep hill on a rollercoaster or I’m attracted to someone.
And how could I not be attracted to my wonderful date today? That’s it, TBD (read previous blog entry) now has to be known as Butterflies.
I’m stoked to tell you that Butterflies picked me up today on his motorcycle. I’m not sure about how most ladies feel, but I think that riding on the back of a guy’s motorcycle has to be one of the sexiest things ever. We cruised down the streets with my arms wrapped around him and my long blonde hair flying in the wind. I even got to wear the authentic, leather motorcycle jacket. What more could a girl ask for?
I’m not going to lie, I was a little confused when we ended up back at his house. I couldn’t figure out what he was up to but then he told me that he had forgotten his wallet. Smooth. We laughed at how that would have been a great story if he had actually forgotten it altogether. It would have been even funnier if we had both forgotten money and the bill arrived. Luckily, that didn’t happen. He grabbed his wallet and we were on our way.
As we rode down the street, Butterflies put his hand on my leg. I almost died. This sent earth shattering shivers down my spine and I wished that I could have frozen the moment so it could have lasted a little longer.
Brunch was great. He chose a lovely spot and we a fabulous time chatting. I feel that we had great conversations, no awkward moments, and an overall wonderful date.
We cruised back to my place where Butterflies gave me a kiss on the cheek before we parted ways. Just thinking about it causes my heart to skip a beat. I feel like I’m in grade 3 again. What on earth is wrong with me?
But, nothing is perfect and Butterflies made reference to our slightly significant age difference on more than one occasion today. I’m not too fussed by age but perhaps it concerns him? Will that disqualify me for a second date? Maybe, due to the blog, this is all a joke to him? Ah, the mysteries of dating; always keeping me on my toes.
Friday, April 23, 2010
Zzzzzzz and TBD
Day: 12
Dates Remaining: 35
I flopped onto the couch after work today to check some e-mails. Really, this isn’t the most difficult task but I just couldn’t do it. I could barely get the computer plugged in before I passed out. The phone rang, the doorbell buzzed and the text message alert went off endlessly. But I couldn’t wake up. I was done. A herd of wailing elephants couldn’t have awoken me from that slumber.
Why, you may ask, was I so tired? Well, let’s do a quick recap:
Days elapsed: 12
Dates gone on: 15
Times stood up: 2
Sleep lost: at least 30 hours
So today I took a day off dating. Good thing I did because a heavy duty bulldozer couldn’t have lifted me off that couch. Since I have had a few days where I had two dates in one day, I was able to take this time to myself without compromising the 50 Dates in 50 Days.
My friend Sarah is now driving me home from dinner and we are talking about the importance of this day off. Sarah had to drive today because I was incredibly scattered and out of sorts from being so tired that she didn’t trust me behind the wheel. What a mess!
Even though it’s been an exhausting two weeks, it’s been one of the most interesting experiences of my life. And I’m so happy that there are still 38 days remaining. It does sound like a lot but I have met so many fascinating people and have had some ludicrous experiences. I am nothing but thrilled to have the opportunity to share all of this with you on this blog.
I’m also excited for the next few dates that I have planned, particularly tomorrow’s outing. For now, we’ll have to call him TBD (to be determined). I’m sure after tomorrow I’ll have a great nickname for this charming, down-to-earth, fit and sexy man but for now, TBD will have to do.
I met TBD about a month ago on a bike ride. Since then, we have ridden and chatted regularly and had a great time doing so. But I’m nervous. We are friends. We get along so well. We joke around and laugh. Will going on a date change that? Will it be awkward? Does he have expectations? Do I?
I guess there is no sense in fussing, I’ll just have to see how it goes tomorrow.
Dates Remaining: 35
I flopped onto the couch after work today to check some e-mails. Really, this isn’t the most difficult task but I just couldn’t do it. I could barely get the computer plugged in before I passed out. The phone rang, the doorbell buzzed and the text message alert went off endlessly. But I couldn’t wake up. I was done. A herd of wailing elephants couldn’t have awoken me from that slumber.
Why, you may ask, was I so tired? Well, let’s do a quick recap:
Days elapsed: 12
Dates gone on: 15
Times stood up: 2
Sleep lost: at least 30 hours
So today I took a day off dating. Good thing I did because a heavy duty bulldozer couldn’t have lifted me off that couch. Since I have had a few days where I had two dates in one day, I was able to take this time to myself without compromising the 50 Dates in 50 Days.
My friend Sarah is now driving me home from dinner and we are talking about the importance of this day off. Sarah had to drive today because I was incredibly scattered and out of sorts from being so tired that she didn’t trust me behind the wheel. What a mess!
Even though it’s been an exhausting two weeks, it’s been one of the most interesting experiences of my life. And I’m so happy that there are still 38 days remaining. It does sound like a lot but I have met so many fascinating people and have had some ludicrous experiences. I am nothing but thrilled to have the opportunity to share all of this with you on this blog.
I’m also excited for the next few dates that I have planned, particularly tomorrow’s outing. For now, we’ll have to call him TBD (to be determined). I’m sure after tomorrow I’ll have a great nickname for this charming, down-to-earth, fit and sexy man but for now, TBD will have to do.
I met TBD about a month ago on a bike ride. Since then, we have ridden and chatted regularly and had a great time doing so. But I’m nervous. We are friends. We get along so well. We joke around and laugh. Will going on a date change that? Will it be awkward? Does he have expectations? Do I?
I guess there is no sense in fussing, I’ll just have to see how it goes tomorrow.
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