One girl's misadventures in online dating: Date 2 - Tom
Tom showed up one day in my Daily Matches. Some of you may already know, but this is the best part of the day. Basically, you get 11 men chosen for you to peruse. Pictures, descriptions of themselves, descriptions of what they're looking for... I shamelessly judge, like, and message. I (secretly) look forward to this part of the day. How the matches are chosen remains a mystery. A lot of them say "100% match!" which is based on things like our preferences of hair colour, eye colour, race, income, etc. All of which I have not put a preference for, therefore the matches would appear to be random. The good news is that, in general, most of my matches have been good-looking.
Enter Tom: good-looking enough, has stubble and blondish hair, first picture was taken at Sasquatch, others in the mountains, another on a motorcycle. So, following the tips from my man catching book, I strike up a conversation about motorcycles because after one ride with a friend this past weekend, I am clearly an expert. Funnily enough, when Tom responds to my message it turns out that his motorcycle instructor was none other than my motorcycle friend! What a small world! Needless to say, we chatted, eventually got each other's phone numbers, and decided to meet up. I was pretty excited; he seemed thoughtful, charming, funny, and interesting. We decided to meet at Original Joe's, I love OJ's! Have you had their crême brulée? If not, it's too late because they changed their menu.*
Of course, I showed up early. I didn't know where I was going and also I didn't want to be walking around a restaurant looking for a guy when I wasn't completely sure what he looked like. I had all the same concerns as last time, but figured if I was already sitting, then I could hardly fumble around with handshake/hug awkwardness. I found a seat by the door, texted to tell him I found a table, and waited. I read the drinks menu and decided on the cucumber gin mojito. Thank God I showed up first, because I would not have picked him out from his pictures. Remember the blondish guy from the Sasquatch picture? Not him! Tom was a darker-haired guy with acne scars, crooked teeth, and stubble (redeeming factor). He was also way shorter than he appeared in his pictures; 5'9'' would be a generous estimation because I think I was taller. Alas, I couldn't leave. So we chatted for a while and got drinks. The mojito was ultra sweet and almost as disappointing as the date; I made it last because I couldn't drink it any faster. Conversation topics included: our mutual friend, other online dates, and being an electrician. Basically, I was able to contribute to one subject because the mutual friend topic was really about motorcycles and I've only been on one other online date (see: Date 1 - Anderson). Lulls in conversation ensued while I tried to come up with things to talk about and/or ways to be able to leave. Any question I came up with he would answer, but not ask me about. For example, I asked where he has travelled. He has travelled nowhere and didn't ask me about my travels, which could have filled at least a few minutes of conversation. Eventually it came up that he was going to a Tight & Bright themed party on Friday and he asked where to get stuff. I suggested Marshall's (never been there but I could see it from the table), looked at my watch, and figured he still had an hour to shop if he wanted. Then my heart fell, if it was only 8 pm that meant that I had only been there for an hour! How is this possible? Time was actually standing still. Between the shitty drink and the boring company, I was dying.
Finally, the waitress realized we were not having more drinks and brought the bill, which he paid. Then I suggested we leave, he did not walk me to my car, we had an awkward hug, and I basically hightailed it out of there as fast as I could. I was home by 9 and was so exhausted from forced conversation that I went right to bed. I think it is clear that there will be no second date. It was so bad that I cancelled tonight's date, could not fathom making conversation today. Luckily I was invited to play volleyball instead of wallowing in my awful-date sadness.
Last night, the leather pants were worn in vain. Sitting at a table does not show off the pants and they make fart noises when you move around in the booth, haha. So there's that.
Love Sack Murda
Tom showed up one day in my Daily Matches. Some of you may already know, but this is the best part of the day. Basically, you get 11 men chosen for you to peruse. Pictures, descriptions of themselves, descriptions of what they're looking for... I shamelessly judge, like, and message. I (secretly) look forward to this part of the day. How the matches are chosen remains a mystery. A lot of them say "100% match!" which is based on things like our preferences of hair colour, eye colour, race, income, etc. All of which I have not put a preference for, therefore the matches would appear to be random. The good news is that, in general, most of my matches have been good-looking.
Enter Tom: good-looking enough, has stubble and blondish hair, first picture was taken at Sasquatch, others in the mountains, another on a motorcycle. So, following the tips from my man catching book, I strike up a conversation about motorcycles because after one ride with a friend this past weekend, I am clearly an expert. Funnily enough, when Tom responds to my message it turns out that his motorcycle instructor was none other than my motorcycle friend! What a small world! Needless to say, we chatted, eventually got each other's phone numbers, and decided to meet up. I was pretty excited; he seemed thoughtful, charming, funny, and interesting. We decided to meet at Original Joe's, I love OJ's! Have you had their crême brulée? If not, it's too late because they changed their menu.*
Of course, I showed up early. I didn't know where I was going and also I didn't want to be walking around a restaurant looking for a guy when I wasn't completely sure what he looked like. I had all the same concerns as last time, but figured if I was already sitting, then I could hardly fumble around with handshake/hug awkwardness. I found a seat by the door, texted to tell him I found a table, and waited. I read the drinks menu and decided on the cucumber gin mojito. Thank God I showed up first, because I would not have picked him out from his pictures. Remember the blondish guy from the Sasquatch picture? Not him! Tom was a darker-haired guy with acne scars, crooked teeth, and stubble (redeeming factor). He was also way shorter than he appeared in his pictures; 5'9'' would be a generous estimation because I think I was taller. Alas, I couldn't leave. So we chatted for a while and got drinks. The mojito was ultra sweet and almost as disappointing as the date; I made it last because I couldn't drink it any faster. Conversation topics included: our mutual friend, other online dates, and being an electrician. Basically, I was able to contribute to one subject because the mutual friend topic was really about motorcycles and I've only been on one other online date (see: Date 1 - Anderson). Lulls in conversation ensued while I tried to come up with things to talk about and/or ways to be able to leave. Any question I came up with he would answer, but not ask me about. For example, I asked where he has travelled. He has travelled nowhere and didn't ask me about my travels, which could have filled at least a few minutes of conversation. Eventually it came up that he was going to a Tight & Bright themed party on Friday and he asked where to get stuff. I suggested Marshall's (never been there but I could see it from the table), looked at my watch, and figured he still had an hour to shop if he wanted. Then my heart fell, if it was only 8 pm that meant that I had only been there for an hour! How is this possible? Time was actually standing still. Between the shitty drink and the boring company, I was dying.
Finally, the waitress realized we were not having more drinks and brought the bill, which he paid. Then I suggested we leave, he did not walk me to my car, we had an awkward hug, and I basically hightailed it out of there as fast as I could. I was home by 9 and was so exhausted from forced conversation that I went right to bed. I think it is clear that there will be no second date. It was so bad that I cancelled tonight's date, could not fathom making conversation today. Luckily I was invited to play volleyball instead of wallowing in my awful-date sadness.
Last night, the leather pants were worn in vain. Sitting at a table does not show off the pants and they make fart noises when you move around in the booth, haha. So there's that.
Love Sack Murda
*Update - The crême brûlée is still available at some locations, just not the one I happened to be at.
Unfortunate date, entertaining story!
ReplyDeleteI give it a proper mojito.
Might have to make it yourself, since not everywhere does it right.
http://www.esquire.com/food-drink/drinks/recipes/a3837/mojito-drink-recipe/