Dating

After a very long time I have recently reentered the dating scene.  I went on my first date and it made me remember why I don’t date.  I agreed to meet up with a friend and her boyfriend; they had a friend that was just “perfect” for me.  I hadn’t had any luck finding Mr. Perfect for myself, maybe someone else knew what perfect for me was.  So I went out to meet them at a sports bar.  Player’s Pub was the place and I was relieved to see it got its name from the pool tables and not from…well anything else really.  So I head inside to meet up with my friend and the guys.  I spot my friend lip locked with a guy I assumed to be her boyfriend.  I looked at the guys and wondered who my date was.  No one looked too promising but I decided to keep an open mind.  They then proceeded to introduce me to Joe* he shook my hand which was clammy and almost wet, he was either very nervous or was holding his beer too tight.  Turns out it might have been both.  After introducing himself to me, he told me to order whatever I wanted from the bar, and he yelled to the bartender to make “the lady whatever she wants”  (really?  REALLY?)  and he goes back to playing pool.  “What will it be?”  (a quick exit to my car?)  I order a lemondrop and I stood there sipping it.  My friend could barely talk since her guy had his tongue permanently lodged in her mouth.  We went outside so they could smoke (great I’ll have a bad date with a side order of cancer thanks)  So my date finally realizes that I’m not inside any more and he ventures out.  He is using his pool cue as if it were a very long cane which I found extremely weird and a little scary.  I’m not sure if he thought he looked cool, or if he was an undercover ninja, prepared for a surprise attack.  He had a beer in hand and asked me every other minute, “So how ya doing?”  Scintillating conversation.  Somehow we decide this bar isn’t cool enough so we drive across town to a different bar.  When we get there my date informs me he hasn’t been to this particular bar in “decades”  I look at him and wonder if he knows the definition of a decade.  I mean IF he is 31 which I doubt, he could have been ONE decade since he should have been drinking there, and for it to be plural he would have to be 41 at least and I think about asking him just how old he is, but decide I don’t care and I order and pay for my own drink,.  This bar is dead so we talk about what else to do, but I’m ready to go so I play the I have to be at work really early tomorrow card.   After a couple of minutes of them asking me if I’m sure (OH BELIEVE ME I’m SURE) we leave.  I’m not thrilled to once again be in the backseat of a car with this guy and he is attempting to hold my hand which I’m cleverly avoiding by playing with my hair or looking for nothing in my purse.  He outmaneuvers me and I end up with my left hand wedged between his 2 hands.  Ick clammy hands.  He tells me he is sorry but he is so nervous.  I am almost ready to cut him a little slack and then he starts in on how soft my hands are.  He keeps kind of alternately squeezing and stroking my hand and says “You are so soft…your hands are perfect…wow.”  You have no idea how badly I want to SNATCH my hand away and find soap and water.  He then says in what I’m assuming he thinks is a seductive voice, “Now that I have your hand I’m never letting you go.  I’m taking you home with me.  Will you come home with me and sleep with me?  Just sleep…I mean I won’t touch you or anything, you are just so soft.  You are too classy to sleep with a guy on the first date, but do you want to come home with me?”  Ummm HELL NO!  WTF?  Are you Insane?  I am screaming inside my head but smile slightly and remove my hand from the slimy clamp of his hands and resist the urge to rub it on my jeans.  We cannot get back to where my car is parked soon enough.  When we pull up to my car, Mr. Amazing looks at my BMW and says, “WOW is that your benz?”  what?  What?  WHAT?  Yeah that BMW symbol really gave it away huh?  Yikes.  I don’t care.  I practically jump out of the car, thank my friend but give her a death look and slide into my “benz” and get out of there as fast as I can.  I am so content to be single right now. 

*Name has been changed

Better late than never...I was tagged by Jason and I feel special so here goes..

Four jobs I've had
1. Courtesy Clerk @ Luckys
2. Cafe barista
3. Team Member at Mervyn's
4. Optician

Four movies I can watch over and over
1. Fools Rush In
2. 10 Things I Hate About You
3. Chicago
4. Clueless

Four places I've lived
1. San Leandro
2. San Jose
3. Davis
4. Sacramento

Four TV shows I watch
1. Law & Order
2. House
3. How Do I Look?
4. Scrubs

Four places I've vacationed...(I've never been on a REAL vacation soo..)
1. South Dakota
2. Forks of Salmon, CA (my grandma's house)
3. Disneyland
4. Carmel

Four foods I love
1. Pizza
2. Home made Macaroni & Cheese
3. Chinese
4. Japanese

Four sites I visit daily
1. www.gmail.com
2. www.self.com
3. www.myspace.com
4. www.yahoo.com

Four places I'd rather be
1. Hawaii
2. San Diego
3. The Caribbean
4. Anywhere but here

Four random items in my BACKPACK (purse)
1. Wallet
2. MP3 Player
3. Motorola Razr
4. Keys

Four things most people don't know about me
1. I have been an optician for 7 years now.
2. I had 2 ribs removed during the scoliosis surgery I had when I was 12.
3. I dance around the house and sing when no one is home.
4. I played soccer competitively for 15 years.

Hmm who to tag next? how about:  (hope you weren't already tagged)
1. NortonKang
2. Icebeaver
3. Whudup_D
4. Wattadork
5. oneazn2nv

Another beautiful day in Sac.  It's getting kinda warm but still nice.  I'm going running.   =D