4th Time is a Charm?
4 dates and 7 days ago I set out on a mission, somewhat unclear. This mission is still unclear and I am thoroughly exhausted. Power dating, and partying like a rockstar combined with a few nights of poor sleep has taken its toll. I sit here now with what seems like a case of the flu in the middle of the summer. But I guess it’s all good because before I got into this state I went on a really good date with a cool girl who I would like to hang with again.
Going in to it, I was actually quite worried. Against my mantra I got really psyched. Prior to meeting we had atleast 2 hours of solid conversation, on the phone, and online. For someone without game, I guess I was bringing out “A” game. Conversational gold. I was worried I had peaked too soon, and would run out of things to talk about. In addition, I was also worried that there would be something wrong with this girl I thought was cool “on paper.” To top it off, I was just so tired and not feeling 100%.
We met in Union Square, and she looked like her pictures, and her pictures were cute. Conversation began with ease. It was a beautiful day, and we walked for quite a bit looking for a cool outdoor place to have a few drinks before we went bowling. We narrowly avoided a stop-and-chat, with someone I knew from college. After trying 3 different places, we settled in on the Cosmic Cantina. Looking back I realized why we got seated so quickly. The place sucked and everyone must have known except for us. It was probably the worst part of the date. The tables were higher than the chairs, and the service was horrendous. We must have talked for a half hour before getting our drinks. Luckily, we had plenty of things to talk about.
Looking back on conversations I thought were good with three other ladies, I now realize they were quite poor. We talked and talked and managed to forge a bond over seemingly inconsequential shit like American Gladiators, Billy Madison, Chris Farley, In Living Color, and Billy Cosby in Rainbow room, intertwined with silly stories of wastitude from college. Stories went into multiple tangents, and somehow circled back over and over through the course of the date. In fact, we never made it to the bowling alley. I have been trying to be all creative and think of cool shit to do on dates, but I now realize the activities can be cool but it doesn’t matter what you are doing if the person you are with sucks. Maybe it was the shitty pitcher of sangria we ordered that put the kybash on bowling but at that point neither of us cared.
We had some dinner but it was pretty light. I was feeling pretty sluggish after dinner. The sangria was kind of weak. Drinking as much liquid as I did I felt I should have been a little more wasted than I was but I guess it was all good. I was just drunk enough to be slower but I was still feeling a little bashful. I felt like I was being boring and not as entertaining as I could be and said that to her but she didn’t feel the same way which was cool. Things were a little awkward at that point. It was a good awkward to me at least. I felt an “I like this person” awkward as opposed to “I have nothing in common or nothing to say to this person awkward.” We went for a nice long walk in the east village, and then walked to Stuy Town where she lived and sat by a fountain.
We talked a solid hour or more about this and that. Then I was tired and I decided it was time to go. We then tried to decide whether I would walk her to her place, or she would walk me out to where I could find a cab. We even tried to play Rock, Paper, Scissors to see who would walk who home. I won but the battle but it didn’t decide much. It was clear we both were completely indifferent, which I kind of interpreted as we enjoyed each others company and didn’t want it to end, making me realize we probably should have been sitting there making out instead of continuing our funny but “small” talk. I blame that on the weak sauce from the Mexican place. I was a couple of drinks shy of first move territory. Needless to say, it did happen but at the very end of the date when we were parting ways.
We had some nice parting words. We had enjoyed each others company, and thought it was surreal how we met online and it worked out in a cool way. She then said something to effect of “If we do become an item, we need to come up with a cool story on how we met to tell our friends.” I told her there was no way that was going to work, because all my friends (and all their friends) already knew what I was up to because I had a blog about my dating experiences, but I had nothing but good things to say about her. She was cool with that though so we will see what happens. We also agreed to second date. I walked her to her building and we shared a good night kiss.
This date was a success story. I met someone I want to get to know more. I don’t know what that means for this blog. This blog is a tale of meeting random chicks and going out on 50 first dates. At number four, it’s far from over but I think I will be taking a break. As much, as I would like to attempt to juggle multiple relationships, I can’t do it. I am a simple guy and I like to focus on one girl at a time. Plus it’s taxing on the mind, body, and wallet. I like this chick and want to see how that story unravels. I could be back in no time or I could be done forever. Only time will tell. For the time being, I will try to blog once a week about random shit. Feel free to check in and see what is going on in the world of Z.
See you next week…
**Original Comments**
Dustin said...
Thats bullshit! You need to keep going on more dates. This is my enterntainment every night!
8:34 AM
pac said...
yo slee,what is this? are your girlys reading this?dog,why don't you just let your moms hook you up."oh bradley, did you ever meet mrs. schelemps daughter? she is just adorable. it's about time you met a nice jewish girl, instead of those dirty girls."oh yea speakin of your moms, have her bake me some brownies pleassedo it for boy
3:55 PM
kluv said...
You know what Z, this is bullshit. Import some pictures of these bitties. I think your twisted sense of whats good and your low standards in women would probably make this ten times more interesante. No, i'm just playin player, you don't have low standards....but pictures would make this better.
6:08 PM
4 dates and 7 days ago I set out on a mission, somewhat unclear. This mission is still unclear and I am thoroughly exhausted. Power dating, and partying like a rockstar combined with a few nights of poor sleep has taken its toll. I sit here now with what seems like a case of the flu in the middle of the summer. But I guess it’s all good because before I got into this state I went on a really good date with a cool girl who I would like to hang with again.
Going in to it, I was actually quite worried. Against my mantra I got really psyched. Prior to meeting we had atleast 2 hours of solid conversation, on the phone, and online. For someone without game, I guess I was bringing out “A” game. Conversational gold. I was worried I had peaked too soon, and would run out of things to talk about. In addition, I was also worried that there would be something wrong with this girl I thought was cool “on paper.” To top it off, I was just so tired and not feeling 100%.
We met in Union Square, and she looked like her pictures, and her pictures were cute. Conversation began with ease. It was a beautiful day, and we walked for quite a bit looking for a cool outdoor place to have a few drinks before we went bowling. We narrowly avoided a stop-and-chat, with someone I knew from college. After trying 3 different places, we settled in on the Cosmic Cantina. Looking back I realized why we got seated so quickly. The place sucked and everyone must have known except for us. It was probably the worst part of the date. The tables were higher than the chairs, and the service was horrendous. We must have talked for a half hour before getting our drinks. Luckily, we had plenty of things to talk about.
Looking back on conversations I thought were good with three other ladies, I now realize they were quite poor. We talked and talked and managed to forge a bond over seemingly inconsequential shit like American Gladiators, Billy Madison, Chris Farley, In Living Color, and Billy Cosby in Rainbow room, intertwined with silly stories of wastitude from college. Stories went into multiple tangents, and somehow circled back over and over through the course of the date. In fact, we never made it to the bowling alley. I have been trying to be all creative and think of cool shit to do on dates, but I now realize the activities can be cool but it doesn’t matter what you are doing if the person you are with sucks. Maybe it was the shitty pitcher of sangria we ordered that put the kybash on bowling but at that point neither of us cared.
We had some dinner but it was pretty light. I was feeling pretty sluggish after dinner. The sangria was kind of weak. Drinking as much liquid as I did I felt I should have been a little more wasted than I was but I guess it was all good. I was just drunk enough to be slower but I was still feeling a little bashful. I felt like I was being boring and not as entertaining as I could be and said that to her but she didn’t feel the same way which was cool. Things were a little awkward at that point. It was a good awkward to me at least. I felt an “I like this person” awkward as opposed to “I have nothing in common or nothing to say to this person awkward.” We went for a nice long walk in the east village, and then walked to Stuy Town where she lived and sat by a fountain.
We talked a solid hour or more about this and that. Then I was tired and I decided it was time to go. We then tried to decide whether I would walk her to her place, or she would walk me out to where I could find a cab. We even tried to play Rock, Paper, Scissors to see who would walk who home. I won but the battle but it didn’t decide much. It was clear we both were completely indifferent, which I kind of interpreted as we enjoyed each others company and didn’t want it to end, making me realize we probably should have been sitting there making out instead of continuing our funny but “small” talk. I blame that on the weak sauce from the Mexican place. I was a couple of drinks shy of first move territory. Needless to say, it did happen but at the very end of the date when we were parting ways.
We had some nice parting words. We had enjoyed each others company, and thought it was surreal how we met online and it worked out in a cool way. She then said something to effect of “If we do become an item, we need to come up with a cool story on how we met to tell our friends.” I told her there was no way that was going to work, because all my friends (and all their friends) already knew what I was up to because I had a blog about my dating experiences, but I had nothing but good things to say about her. She was cool with that though so we will see what happens. We also agreed to second date. I walked her to her building and we shared a good night kiss.
This date was a success story. I met someone I want to get to know more. I don’t know what that means for this blog. This blog is a tale of meeting random chicks and going out on 50 first dates. At number four, it’s far from over but I think I will be taking a break. As much, as I would like to attempt to juggle multiple relationships, I can’t do it. I am a simple guy and I like to focus on one girl at a time. Plus it’s taxing on the mind, body, and wallet. I like this chick and want to see how that story unravels. I could be back in no time or I could be done forever. Only time will tell. For the time being, I will try to blog once a week about random shit. Feel free to check in and see what is going on in the world of Z.
See you next week…
**Original Comments**
Dustin said...
Thats bullshit! You need to keep going on more dates. This is my enterntainment every night!
8:34 AM
pac said...
yo slee,what is this? are your girlys reading this?dog,why don't you just let your moms hook you up."oh bradley, did you ever meet mrs. schelemps daughter? she is just adorable. it's about time you met a nice jewish girl, instead of those dirty girls."oh yea speakin of your moms, have her bake me some brownies pleassedo it for boy
3:55 PM
kluv said...
You know what Z, this is bullshit. Import some pictures of these bitties. I think your twisted sense of whats good and your low standards in women would probably make this ten times more interesante. No, i'm just playin player, you don't have low standards....but pictures would make this better.
6:08 PM
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