[NOT SO] BREAKING NEWS: I went on a date about a week and a half ago. The fact that I’m just getting to writing about it now should be some sort of indicator about how I thought it went.
About the dude: 36. Grad student. Tall. Dark hair. Boyishly cute.
You’d think that would be a recipe to keep me intrigued, but no. He doesn’t really drink, so we met up at a Starbucks (I know, I know—tried local coffee place but it was closed) for a coffee. He was a little late (totally fine with me, I like to get there first). In his defense he offered to pick me up, but I told him it’d be better if we met somewhere halfway (that way I could make my escape if need be).
Once he got there, we made small talk. But after a while, I felt like I was the one driving the conversation. But, I kept an open mind. So much that when he suggested we walk across the parking lot (like 30 yards) for a bite to eat, I obliged. At this point it was rather late, so I didn’t eat, but instead opted for a beer (it was a sports bar, after all). So he drank his diet coke and offered me some of his chicken wings. After 2 hours or so of being out, we seemed to run out of conversation, and I told him I had to be up early the next day (true story), so we hugged and parted ways.
The fact that neither of us has contacted each other since is further proof that we are both completely nice people that do not see this going anywhere (sorry, Mom). My first date in seven months and it was a BUST. Onto the next (whenever that is)…
1) twilight. the fact that she watches the movies and i don’t
2) guys. she wants an edward, as in twilight (i.e. someone that cares about her that much). whereas, i do not want someone obsessing over me that much.
3) our upcoming birthdays.
4) diets.
5) our family.
i love her. we spoke on the phone for nearly 45 minutes and it flew by. oh, and did i mention she sent me a “cougar club” button with a note that said “welcome to the club” for my upcoming 30th (photo of said button coming soon). god bless that woman.
ladies and gentlemen, about 2 months ago, i got a speeding ticket and it royally sucked. usually when people getting speeding tickets, i think it’s safe to say it’s because they’re either running late or on a long road trip on the interstate. mine was the former. so i was already running late to my flag football game* when i saw the flashing red and blue lights behind me. and the first thought that went through my mind: SHIT.
so i pull over. i don’t argue (as i knew i was speeding). he writes me a ticket and sends me on my way.
fast forward to now. i had hired a law firm (aka, the ticket clinic), and i use that term loosely, to spare me points on my driving record (therefore causing my insurance to go up) or driving school. actually, this “law firm” prides itself on the no points/no school thing. so i paid the $70 bucks. today was my hearing. since i have a clean record, i only had to pay court costs (which equaled the amount of my speeding ticket), but hey, at least i spared myself a boring defensive driving class and a speeding ticket on my driving record. so, i won, but i lost. win some, lose some. right?
*for the record, we won the crap out of that game.
saturday was an eventful day. i went to my hair appointment and got my roots done (or should i say magically corrected). my hair for some reason had gotten CONSIDERABLY lighter over the last couples weeks/months. so my noticeable roots were a ghastly sight that would make jonathan antin die of cardiac arrest. so needless to say with my new and improved highlights (and lowlights) and a blow out care of my hairdresser, i knew i couldn’t just stay at home with my blockbuster queue. so i texted one of my friends and we went to go see oceans. although i liked the movie, i’m sure i would have enjoyed myself tenfold had the theater not had half a dozen teenagers who laughed out loud when the narrator said “sperm whale”. yes, really. who would’ve thought that teenagers would go see a disney nature movie over anything rated pg-13? certainly not this girl. and clearly i was WRONG. note to self: steer clear of the regal cinemas in hollywood. next time spend the extra 20 minutes driving up to the fancy cinemark in boca.
so after the movie, my friend and i headed to downtown fort lauderdale to make an appearance at a friend’s going away party at the brick. naturally, it was saturday night, so the place was packed. and add to that the face that they were showing the mayweather ppv fight that was on HBO and it was like a sardine can in there. luckily the 2 for 1 beers helped make everything better and we all had a good time. another fun saturday in the books.
(photo via disney dreaming)
…when you’re home on a friday night watching episodes of ‘say yes to the dress’ on TLC (they were all new!). but low and behold, it’s like my social guardian angel was watching over me and my friend from flag football sent me a text saying that he was having a small get together at his place. so i looked at myself, put the remote down, and grabbed my car keys. sometimes you just need a little nudge to get out of the house. and thank goodness my nudge came in the form of a text message. i was one bon bon away from becoming a lonely single stereotype.
i did not shower today. in fact, i spent a majority of the day in my jammies and a sweatshirt. i even went out and walked the dog like that. and when a friend asked to meet up this evening, i used baby wipes to freshen up before i put on deodorant and make up. true story.
maybe this is one of the many reasons why i’m still single.
I'm a New Yorker via Texas who currently resides in Florida. I'm a producer/editor and OFA-FL organizer.
