So went on a couple of dates.
Tye
The 36-year-old and I are no longer. I knew we'd have a problem when he and I were messaging over IM on yahoo. He stated something that made me realize he'd have a problem with my age and him being older...um nine years older. Which...is fine...because besides the fact that he is nine years my senior, he just isn't the dude for me.
First of all...if you're meeting someone at Yucatan Bar and Grill...(which is basically a bar outside and has a pool and a dozen volleyball courts, etc) for darts and billiards...wear jeans. Don't come on our date when it is f-ing 104 degrees outside and wear dress pants, a tan silk shirt and dress shoes. Who are you trying to impress? Your boss ain't here.
Second, stop trying to put me down and act like just because I'm 27 years old, I haven't experienced anything or I don't know anything about life. Please do not go there.
Third, he was a mother-fawkin' arrogant ass and I can't stand dudes like that. Kept talking about his money and how much he spent on his Chrysler Crossfire and his $600,000 home in Coppell. Dude...I don't care. When I offered to pay for my half, he was like "put away your money, i don't want you to go bankrupt". Oh know you didn't. *In my mind...I was snappin' fingers all across his face*
J
DID...go out with a VERY handsome 27-year-old who is 6'7" - which I am TOTALLY digging. I like the whole 6'7" deal. He gave great hugs and we're meeting up tomorrow. I can't wait.
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I will keep you guys posted.
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Monday, July 28, 2008
Saturday, March 1, 2008
i'm not dead
Yep that's right folks...my janitor/doctor guy didn't turn out to be some serial killer and throw by body in the Trinity River. Do I forsee marriage and kids? Definitely not. Friends...maybe. If he can get over losing to me. My god!
Let me tell you all about my date. I'm going to go at this almost-Ambular style...Amber...if I'm leaving something out...please let me know.
Name: Emmanuel
Age: 30
Occupation: Doctor...um sort of
Where I Met Him: Myspace
When I Met Him: I thought about a month ago...he confirmed it was two months ago. Sorry...I'm really bad with dates. No wonder I did poorly in History.
Style of Dress: Khaki/White-ish pants, going-bowling type of shirt (black/gray), leather jacket (brown)
What Caught My Attention: He went to Medical School in Pittsburgh...and I saw that on his profile...my dad grew up around the area...I haven't been there in a long time...and I was asking him if a place I knew about was still there...(it's not), but our conversation started from there.
Our Date
When: Thursday night 6:45p
Where: We met at Buffalo Wild Wings in Plano (I wanted simple and casual)
So we get there...he opens the door. Great...he's a gentleman. We sit down and talk a mile a minute and he's asking me questions, some he should probably already remember from our emails...but maybe he's confirming? I'm trying to learn about his doctor/sort-of occupation. Turns out he quit residency midway and thought he wanted to go into sales...but didn't realize this until he came back to Dallas to actually go through with it again?...so is now working in a doctor's office as an Office Manager/let-me-take-your-blood-pressure,-sit-you-in-the-back-room-and-take-your-temperature type. Apparently he can work as a doctor in Pittsburgh if he went back...but I'm going to go with a big fat "NO".
By the way...his breath was not cool. Not that I smell like roses all the time...but pop a mint into your mouth before you go out on a date!!!!!!!
So we order our food...and he's reading the menu and here starts the ego. If any of you have been to BWW...you'll know that you can get your picture taken and a free t-shirt if you eat 12 blazin' hot wings in six minutes. So dorko shouts out..."I'm going to do it...that's easy. I love spicy food." At this point...I'm really wishing I could slap my forehead...but I refrain from doing so and just let him do whatever he wants. It's his mouth and not-so-HOT breath.
So the waiter guy shows up and tells him that it's really hard...mr. doctor is asking if he can get a free meal. Waiter says no. I kid you not...Mr. Doctor asked like four more times if the waiter was sure he couldn't get a free meal out of it. Cheap ass. The wings (on Thursdays) are $.50 a piece. We both had 12...that's $6 a piece. Get over it.
Long story short...he orders four Blazin' Hot boneless and ends up drinking two glasses of water within a minute...
So this is not even it...you know the Trivia game that you can play as well...while you're eating? We decide to play. I beat him 9,743 to 4,000-something. He kept talking about how he wasn't on his A-game. Yeah dude...you were on your F-game...and his breath was still kickin' at this point. Too bad I left my gum in my car. Anyways...so he wants to play me again..."okay" I say. So he beats me...by all of 200 points. Then he says he wants to play another...I say "okay" again...and we play. He beats me A-GAIN....but I'm cool with it...it was already starting to hit 9:20 p.m. and we were supposed to go to Main Event to play pool. Well he says he wants to play another game...so he can give me a chance to win. Okay seriously...I knew then we'd have a problem. It's a trivia game...I guessed on practically all of my answers in order to win the first time. So anyways...we play again...guess what....yes...you guessed right...I BEAT HIM! 11, 978 points. Yes guys...me.
Side note: While we're eating AND playing the game AND talking, we also watched the Spurs and the Mavs game. I had a really hard time going for the Mavs. I mean the Spurs were my all-time favorite team before I became a Mavs fan...and since they traded by rat-faced boyfriend Devin...I just can't seem to cheer for the Mavs anymore...I mean seriously...who cares about Jason Kidd?
Did I mention that Mr. Doctor is short. On his profile it says he's 5'10"...but I think he's a really, really, really short 5'10". Not cool. Thank goodness I wore flats.
So back to the date...so we get to Main Event...now in college...I did a semester of a billiards league and bowling league...I'm okay...I'm decent. I told him that I was good...but I hadn't play in awhile...it's true...I probably haven't played since last year sometime? My friend D would know. I usually play with him.
So we get our pool sticks....some chalk...and he asks me to break. The first time was not funny. I didn't even hit the balls. So we did a redo. This time...I sunk in two. By the end of the game...I had won...and he was sulking. Again he told me that he wasn't on his A-game...still. So we played again. I won again...and then I lost two consecutive games. The whole time I was losing, he was spouting off, "you need to watch your technique" or "let me show you how it's really done" and better yet "i can always take your hand and show you how to hold a stick".
Okay...that's another thing. Dude was tapping my legs with his stick and my butt to sometimes move me out of the way and stuff. We are not even there dude. I am a flirt. A big time flirt. Usually when I'm liking you...you know it. If I'm even remotely digging you in that way...I'm going to try and distract you while I'm losing and sit on the hole--it totally works. Plus...I sometimes use my flirty line that goes, "better watch out...or I'll beat you up" - works like a charm (usually---there ARE some men that are dense)...but "better watch out...or I'll beat you up" means "I want to wrestle...I think you're hot...and I want to be in your arms...as we make out like teenagers in a truck at the football game"...okay maybe not so corny...but you get the jist.
Anyways...dude didn't need to be making comments or tapping me with his cue stick. We are NOT on the same page. So after he thinks he's on this winning streak...again, long story short...I beat him [overall] 6-2. Man I'm good.
So we're leaving and I totally did the whole I'm-your-5th-cousin-removed-hug and told him I had a wonderful evening. I mean...the dude is really smart....and he's done a lot and has a lot of great stories...I just can't do the ego.
Today 3-1-08
I saw Hillary at a rally in Fort Worth today...it was awesome and so empowering. She of course, looked great in her pant suit. I really think she'll make the best leader for now. I hope she wins.
BTW...totally saw my future husband today. He was at the rally. Tall, barely-there tan, Matthew-Fox look-a-like, nice lips, knuckle-cracked hands (my fav), brown hair, broad shoulders, freckles.... too bad he's a secret service man!
Well that is all I have for today...have a good night...I'm going to bed.
Let me tell you all about my date. I'm going to go at this almost-Ambular style...Amber...if I'm leaving something out...please let me know.
Name: Emmanuel
Age: 30
Occupation: Doctor...um sort of
Where I Met Him: Myspace
When I Met Him: I thought about a month ago...he confirmed it was two months ago. Sorry...I'm really bad with dates. No wonder I did poorly in History.
Style of Dress: Khaki/White-ish pants, going-bowling type of shirt (black/gray), leather jacket (brown)
What Caught My Attention: He went to Medical School in Pittsburgh...and I saw that on his profile...my dad grew up around the area...I haven't been there in a long time...and I was asking him if a place I knew about was still there...(it's not), but our conversation started from there.
Our Date
When: Thursday night 6:45p
Where: We met at Buffalo Wild Wings in Plano (I wanted simple and casual)
So we get there...he opens the door. Great...he's a gentleman. We sit down and talk a mile a minute and he's asking me questions, some he should probably already remember from our emails...but maybe he's confirming? I'm trying to learn about his doctor/sort-of occupation. Turns out he quit residency midway and thought he wanted to go into sales...but didn't realize this until he came back to Dallas to actually go through with it again?...so is now working in a doctor's office as an Office Manager/let-me-take-your-blood-pressure,-sit-you-in-the-back-room-and-take-your-temperature type. Apparently he can work as a doctor in Pittsburgh if he went back...but I'm going to go with a big fat "NO".
By the way...his breath was not cool. Not that I smell like roses all the time...but pop a mint into your mouth before you go out on a date!!!!!!!
So we order our food...and he's reading the menu and here starts the ego. If any of you have been to BWW...you'll know that you can get your picture taken and a free t-shirt if you eat 12 blazin' hot wings in six minutes. So dorko shouts out..."I'm going to do it...that's easy. I love spicy food." At this point...I'm really wishing I could slap my forehead...but I refrain from doing so and just let him do whatever he wants. It's his mouth and not-so-HOT breath.
So the waiter guy shows up and tells him that it's really hard...mr. doctor is asking if he can get a free meal. Waiter says no. I kid you not...Mr. Doctor asked like four more times if the waiter was sure he couldn't get a free meal out of it. Cheap ass. The wings (on Thursdays) are $.50 a piece. We both had 12...that's $6 a piece. Get over it.
Long story short...he orders four Blazin' Hot boneless and ends up drinking two glasses of water within a minute...
So this is not even it...you know the Trivia game that you can play as well...while you're eating? We decide to play. I beat him 9,743 to 4,000-something. He kept talking about how he wasn't on his A-game. Yeah dude...you were on your F-game...and his breath was still kickin' at this point. Too bad I left my gum in my car. Anyways...so he wants to play me again..."okay" I say. So he beats me...by all of 200 points. Then he says he wants to play another...I say "okay" again...and we play. He beats me A-GAIN....but I'm cool with it...it was already starting to hit 9:20 p.m. and we were supposed to go to Main Event to play pool. Well he says he wants to play another game...so he can give me a chance to win. Okay seriously...I knew then we'd have a problem. It's a trivia game...I guessed on practically all of my answers in order to win the first time. So anyways...we play again...guess what....yes...you guessed right...I BEAT HIM! 11, 978 points. Yes guys...me.
Side note: While we're eating AND playing the game AND talking, we also watched the Spurs and the Mavs game. I had a really hard time going for the Mavs. I mean the Spurs were my all-time favorite team before I became a Mavs fan...and since they traded by rat-faced boyfriend Devin...I just can't seem to cheer for the Mavs anymore...I mean seriously...who cares about Jason Kidd?
Did I mention that Mr. Doctor is short. On his profile it says he's 5'10"...but I think he's a really, really, really short 5'10". Not cool. Thank goodness I wore flats.
So back to the date...so we get to Main Event...now in college...I did a semester of a billiards league and bowling league...I'm okay...I'm decent. I told him that I was good...but I hadn't play in awhile...it's true...I probably haven't played since last year sometime? My friend D would know. I usually play with him.
So we get our pool sticks....some chalk...and he asks me to break. The first time was not funny. I didn't even hit the balls. So we did a redo. This time...I sunk in two. By the end of the game...I had won...and he was sulking. Again he told me that he wasn't on his A-game...still. So we played again. I won again...and then I lost two consecutive games. The whole time I was losing, he was spouting off, "you need to watch your technique" or "let me show you how it's really done" and better yet "i can always take your hand and show you how to hold a stick".
Okay...that's another thing. Dude was tapping my legs with his stick and my butt to sometimes move me out of the way and stuff. We are not even there dude. I am a flirt. A big time flirt. Usually when I'm liking you...you know it. If I'm even remotely digging you in that way...I'm going to try and distract you while I'm losing and sit on the hole--it totally works. Plus...I sometimes use my flirty line that goes, "better watch out...or I'll beat you up" - works like a charm (usually---there ARE some men that are dense)...but "better watch out...or I'll beat you up" means "I want to wrestle...I think you're hot...and I want to be in your arms...as we make out like teenagers in a truck at the football game"...okay maybe not so corny...but you get the jist.
Anyways...dude didn't need to be making comments or tapping me with his cue stick. We are NOT on the same page. So after he thinks he's on this winning streak...again, long story short...I beat him [overall] 6-2. Man I'm good.
So we're leaving and I totally did the whole I'm-your-5th-cousin-removed-hug and told him I had a wonderful evening. I mean...the dude is really smart....and he's done a lot and has a lot of great stories...I just can't do the ego.
Today 3-1-08
I saw Hillary at a rally in Fort Worth today...it was awesome and so empowering. She of course, looked great in her pant suit. I really think she'll make the best leader for now. I hope she wins.
BTW...totally saw my future husband today. He was at the rally. Tall, barely-there tan, Matthew-Fox look-a-like, nice lips, knuckle-cracked hands (my fav), brown hair, broad shoulders, freckles.... too bad he's a secret service man!
Well that is all I have for today...have a good night...I'm going to bed.
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