Archive | February 2012

Random: Top 10 Turnoffs

So being the pickiest woman I know, I thought this entry would be completely fitting.  Don’t get me wrong, I’m not like some people who will completely write a person off based on the fact that they possess one of these offensive characteristics or habits, but ideally I’d rather the guy I end up with not possess any of these.  And while I will not necessarily write someone off just because of these things, there are circumstances in which these characteristics and habits will aid in me further having reason to not like a person.  I can honestly say I’ve dated a couple of people who have fit into one of these categories, so I think I am at the point where I can rightfully judge men based on these things.  Here are my personal top 10 turnoffs (not in any particular order):

1.) Guys who smoke  (cigarettes) – Seriously….I hate it.  Words cannot express how much I hate it.  It’s bad for you, it smells like shit, it’s a waste of money, and your chances of dying earlier are higher than healthy non-smokers.  I think the worst is when a guy tries to kiss me after having smoked a cigarette.  Seriously?  How would you like it if I ate a piece of shit (literally) and then tried to kiss you after that?  To me, it’s about the same thing.  Plus, it reeks and sticks to clothing and upholstery.  Not something I want to smell, nor taste, day after day.

He was hot, until he stuck that cancer penis in his mouth

2.) Guys who are intellectually dim – In general, I already have a huge problem with people who are stupid.  I detest it and wish dumb people didn’t exist.  I have no patience for stupidity and will be very blatant about my dislike for it.  Now, I’m not talking a few mistakes here or there – we’re all human and we all make mistakes.  I’m talking about people who are just straight up dumb.  As one can see by reading a few of my past blog posts, I’ve already come across some dumb men and it was exhausting being with them.  Hanging out with dumb people makes me wonder why they are so stupid and gives me a desire to fix their challenged mind.  I’m not looking for the next Poet Laureate or someone who is inducted into Mensa, but I also don’t want someone who can’t keep up in conversation with me because they have no fucking clue what I’m talking about.

3.) Guys who didn’t graduate/attend college – This is one where I’m a little bit lenient on because I’ve dated plenty of men who didn’t go to college and they ended up being better than some of the ones that did.  But the older I get, the more I realize that I do in fact judge a man on whether he went to/graduated college or not.  This has nothing to do with intelligence, because I truly believe some of the smartest people in the world either didn’t go to college or didn’t complete college.  For me, it’s about the understanding and being able to relate to another person.  College (especially at a university) takes up at the very least 4 years of your life, and in those 4 years a lot of things can change and happen – any college graduate can tell you it was a major part of their lives.  If a person doesn’t understand the atmosphere of college – the challenges and struggles, the crazy times, the college life in general – it’s difficult to relate on some levels, especially when that was some of the most important years in your life.  And while I would prefer a guy who did graduate, I would be okay with someone who at least completed some years in college and had a good reason to not finish.

4.) Guys who have no interest in/knowledge of REAL music – Being a person who not only grew up listening to all types of music, from The Who and The Beatles, to Etta James and Aretha Franklin, but was also immersed in  music and encouraged to sing and learn how to play instruments, this is very important to me.  I’m not saying someone needs to be a child prodigy who was playing Pachelbel’s Canon in D Minor by the age of 2, but when the only music a guy knows is the trendy stuff of current, it’s super unattractive.  Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy the trendy music of my generation.  But I also have an appreciation for music that is more raw, real…the stuff that requires a person to actually have some musical talent, not just the ability to push some buttons or scream/talk into a microphone.  If I mention “Layla” by Eric Clapton, and a guy has no idea who that is, or I decide to listen to The Beatles and a guy looks bored by the mentioning of it, we’re going to have problems.

THESE are The Beatles....not the nasty little bugs.

5.) Guys who drink/party/do drugs too much – Once upon a time, I was a huge party girl.  And then I grew up.  There’s nothing wrong with partying, having fun, and losing inhibition.  But it’s the guys who do it far too often who are the issue; the guys who have the reputation of being a complete disaster all the time.  I’m a firm believer in everything in moderation and the same goes for partying, drinking, and drugs.  Guys who take it too far are unreliable and usually use their inebriation as an excuse for any type of inappropriate behavior.  While that may have been fine in college, it’s repulsive now.

6.) Guys who are too short – Hahaha.  Yep, even I have a problem with this at my short stature.  Being as small as I am already, nothing weirds me out more than me wearing heels and a guy being shorter or as tall as me.  It’s just not right!  If I’m wearing heels, I need a guy to be at the very least 4-5 inches taller than me, or appear that way.  If a guy and I are seeing each other eye to eye (literally) with heels on, I just can’t date them.  Like every other girl, I like the feeling of protection, and a guy who is as short as me just can’t do that.  And I am not willing to give up my beautiful heels for any man.

7.) Guys who don’t take care of their bodies – If you know me, you know how addicted I am to being fit and eating right.  Some people are addicted to drugs; I’m addicted to working out.  So when I come across a guy who doesn’t give two shits about his body, I’m automatically not attracted to him.  Again, with everything else, I have made exceptions in the past.  But I feel that fitness is a very important thing and it’s imperative for me to find someone who understands this.  I’m not saying a guy needs to look like David Beckham (though that would be very nice), but I’d like for a guy to work out regularly and be in shape for his height/size. With that being said, I’d also prefer a guy who can bench me….not kidding whatsoever.  I’m small, so if you can’t bench me, you can’t date me.

8.) Guys who can’t spell/don’t know grammar – Writing is a huge part of my life (hence this blog) and it really bugs me when people in general cannot spell things correctly – just ask all the girls I work with.  Haha.  A few misspellings here and there is permissible, but when someone sends me a text inviting me to a party with plenty of “bear,” I’m not really sure what to think.  Writing is a predominant means of communication, and if one cannot articulate themselves correctly in that manner, I go back to thinking they’re stupid.

If you don't know what's wrong with this, we can't talk anymore. Period.

9.) Guys who constantly flatter me (specifically my looks) – I’m a confident person and I know I’m hot – I don’t need a guy to tell me every time we speak to one another that he thinks I’m attractive.  Don’t get me wrong, just like every other girl, I do enjoy hearing it once in awhile.  But it’s the guys who think that the best way to woo a girl is to constantly tell her how awesome she is, or how attractive she is.  Girls that are insecure eat this shit up, but not me.  Because if a guy tells me he thinks I’m attractive too much, I begin to think that the only reason he likes me is because of how I look, and there is nothing I hate more.  I am more than just a face or a body – I have a brain, I have feelings, I am artistic…liking me for just my looks will get you NO WHERE.

10.) Guys who are too insecure/too cocky- I guess this can go back to my ideal of moderation.  There is nothing more unattractive than a guy who is always down on himself, hating himself, thinking he’s a total loser.  At the same time, there is nothing more unattractive than a guy who thinks he’s God’s gift to women and walks around like his shit doesn’t stink (because usually these guys are super ugly and no one likes them).  But with that said, I guess that’s another form of insecurity, so really I just have a problem with insecurity.  Kind of like how I don’t enjoy being constantly flattered, I don’t believe that I should constantly flatter a guy.  If I’m with you, I clearly think you’re hot and really like you.  I shouldn’t have to tell you everyday how hot you are and how much I like you.  It should be understood.  I wouldn’t be with someone who I wasn’t into or thought was ugly.  Duh.  DUH!!!

Okay after writing all those, I’ve realized I’m super picky and I could go on and on about turnoffs.  But I’ll end it here because this is already pretty long.

Yep!!

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Date #6: “Ninja Monkey”

How We Met: We met at 24 Hour Fitness.  I wasn’t necessarily interested in him as a potential date or someone to date, but I had noticed him working out on several occasions and he’s intense!  Just the workouts he does is fascinating and so difficult and I am always one to admire someone who is working out much harder than I am, because I work out pretty hard.  One of my “Hot Mom” friends (I like to call them that, they’re in their late 30’s to early 40’s and they look like they’re my age…it’s only fitting) mentioned him one day and how I guess he had asked about me and I told her how I admired how intense he was in the gym, especially when doing pull-ups because he makes them look so easy, as if he were a ninja or a monkey (hence the nickname).  So she decided one day to introduce us formally and set us up.  He got my number and he started texting me and to be honest, I wasn’t really impressed.  He seemed either stupid or weird or something…there was something just really off.  He even had the nerve to ask me to send a picture of myself, which I thought was inappropriate and super strange, considering we had JUST formally met and hadn’t even hung out outside of the gym.  So I was extremely apprehensive for this date.

-Rating:

*Physical Aesthetics: 8

*Appearance: 8

*Personality: 8

*Manners: 10

*Intelligence: 8

*Confidence: 10

*Overall Rating: 8

The Date: We both worked that night, so we ended up just doing drinks after work.  He was a little bit late, which was kind of irritating since I HATE people who are late, especially when it’s supposed to be a first date, but I got over it pretty quick since the Nuggets game was on.

So we started talking, and to be honest, I was completely shocked.  Based on just his text messages and our conversations through that, I thought this guy would be a total dud.  He just seemed so stupid.  But he wasn’t at all!  We had a ton to talk about and talked about the most random shit.  It’s funny, because through our text messages he asked me a bunch of ridiculous questions, almost as if I was in an interview.  And granted, it was text message, which is already an inorganic way of speaking to a person, but I thought it would be that again and it wasn’t.  The conversation flowed smoothly!  We seriously talked about everything under the sun.

It turns out he actually graduated from the University of Colorado at Boulder (woohoo go Buffs!) which was nice to hear since I myself graduated from there as well.  He likes to travel, but not overseas for some reason, and especially not to Asia (he’s not racist, he’s Asian too haha) because he doesn’t feel comfortable in places where it’s completely different than what he’s used to.  He’s from Boulder so you can only imagine how different that is from a third world country.  He’s a huge sports fan and surprisingly knew a ton about even sports he wasn’t that into (basketball) which was awesome!  It’s funny though, his way of picking favorite sports teams is by who has the best colors.  Haha.  And this holds true for both basketball and football.  While this clearly shows he’s not a huge fan of the actual sports, I thought this was so funny and cute, because I expect that from girls who just act like their fans of sports, but not from guys.  He himself plays soccer, so we talked about that for awhile and he educated me in soccer since the only thing I know about the sport are the sexy guys who play it (David Beckham, Cristiano Ronaldo, Carlos Bocanegra, all the soccer players who have passed through my own life, etc.)  We discussed which teams were actually good, which teams weren’t that good, and also how the sport (just like everything else in life) was all about politics and how a person could be amazing and another person could be mediocre, but if the mediocre player knew someone in the business or went to a more soccer-dominated college, then that mediocre player would have a better chance of making a good professional team over the amazing player.  It truly is sad how sports are run that way sometimes.   We also talked about beer/liquor since the only thing he drinks is Dos Equis, and in turn for him educating me in soccer, I educated him in the art of libations.  I surprised not only him, but myself, in how educated I’ve become in beer and liquor in general.  Hmm…

So yes conversation went very well!  I think the best part of it was that we see completely eye-to-eye when it comes to being Asian in the U.S.  What I mean by this is we discussed all-Asian communities in the States and how there are some (lots of) Asians who don’t like to venture out and be exposed to other races; they literally just want to stay within their race.  But we feel this isn’t right and we ourselves feel uncomfortable being in a group of just Asians for too long.  He told me how there’s a soccer festival in Minnesota that’s all Asians and while they invite him out to the clubs every time he’s up there, but he has declined the past couple of times because they go to all-Asian clubs.  How fucking boring is that?  I wouldn’t want to go to a club where there’s only one type of person, that’s so generic and boring.  I have friends of all different races, so I really hate when Asians (or any race for that matter) discriminates against people who aren’t of their same race.  Anyways, it was nice to find another Asian person who understood this point of view.

We basically just chatted and had a few drinks.  It was a lovely time.  Definitely nice to have a great date amidst the slew of bad ones I’ve had, as is evidence by my past few entries.

*Positives: Had great Asian manners (a.k.a. paid for everything), likes sports as much as I do, plays soccer, works out harder than I do, can keep up good conversation, is not awkward like he seemed to be through texting

*Negatives: He’s super short (can’t really wear heels with him), pretty sure I smelled cigarette smoke on him, he’s old (more than 10 years older than me…)

Second Date?: Yep, I totally would.  Only thing is, I don’t think I would date him on a consistent basis because I’m just not sexually attracted to him.

Date #5: “Meathead”

How We Met: I actually dated “Meathead” about 3 years ago for a brief period of time.  I bartended at this Country style restaurant with the country music, cowboy boots, and people with Country accents (puke).  It was in a small town up North and “Meathead”‘s dad owned the restaurant so naturally, “Meathead” was the head chef there.  I thought he was kind of cute, but I was still so into “Mr. Big (Past)” that I didn’t really think much of it.  Besides, I thought he liked another girl.  One night, he came out with me to a friend’s birthday and after that we started dating.  Initially I thought he was great because he was so nice to me and bought me a lot of stuff, but then I began to realize how dumb and childlike he was for his age (he’s 8 years older than myself) and that in all reality, I was just using him to get over “Mr. Big (Past).”  For most of our relationship, I didn’t even really have feelings for him whatsoever; he was just there and occupied my time so I wouldn’t think about “Mr. Big (Past).”   And to be honest, this was the first time in my life that I had ever thought about cheating (don’t worry, I didn’t).  Long story short, I broke up with him and he was really upset.  He wanted to be friends (although I knew he still had feelings) and I made every excuse in the book to not hang out (I see that this seems to be a trend for me…).

-Rating:

*Physical Aesthetics: 7

*Appearance: 7 when he keeps his hat on, 4-5 if he takes it off

*Personality: 6-7

*Manners: 7

*Intelligence: 4

*Confidence: 5

*Overall Rating: 6

The Date: This date was pretty boring to be honest.  We met up at Old Chicago’s to have a couple drinks and just catch up on life.  I guess a little after a year I had quit his dad’s restaurant (they had shitty management), they lost the restaurant because the landlord filed for bankruptcy or something of that sort.  So his family moved back to Tennessee, and he stayed out here and now works at the Yard House downtown as a line cook (though he had previously told me that he was their sous chef, which is completely different, so I’m not sure which one is true….).

On a side note, that in great part deals with this date, here’s the thing with “Meathead”….I am not really sure if he is a pathological liar, has some kind of memory deficiency (which then I would feel bad for saying all this), drinks too much, or if he’s just so stupid that he gets his stories mixed up, but this has been a constant ever since I’ve known him.  He’ll say one thing, then change his story later, claiming he got his words mixed up or some shit like that.  Sometimes, he’ll ask me the same question more than once, which drives me insane.  On top of this, I’m not sure if it’s the intonation of his voice, or if I just made this up in my head, but even the way he speaks makes him sound like a stupid football player.  Hence, the nickname “Meathead.”

Sorry…back to the date.  Anyways, he had also previously told me that he was offered a raise and a managerial position in Florida which he was accepting.  This was only half true, as I find out during this date that he wasn’t really offered the position.  More so, his roommate decided that he needed a change of pace and a change of scenery, so he asked “Meathead” if he wanted to move to Florida with him.  “Meathead” looked into jobs with the same restaurant down in Florida and there just happened to be an opening.  So he’s moving to Florida at the beginning of April.  I told him I knew a bartender that bartended at the hotel that the Yard House is at (The Sheraton) and that the guy was from St. Lucia (he will be featured here as a date as soon as he agrees to go on a date with me without me having to fuck him…seriously that was his terms).  I must have an invisible sign on my head that says, “If you don’t know your geography, please go out on a date with me!” because he didn’t know where this was at.  Granted, this is much more permissible of a mistake than a previous date of mine (see He said WHAT?!) since St. Lucia isn’t a huge place, but still….

Basically, the whole date was us just catching up on things.  Periodically throughout the date, he would make mention of how hot I was, which was sweet at first, but got pretty old by the 10th time.  He asked me about 3 times whether I was dating sometime, and on the last time I reminded him that he had already asked me this question on two separate occasions, to which his reply was, “Well, I thought the answer might have changed.”  Seriously?  Then he pulled his whole “You should come over and play cards with me and my friends” spiel about 5 times, which I know is just his way of trying to get me to hang out with him.  Because then he would just get super drunk and try to grossly hit on me like he did one of the first times we hung out.  The date ended with us saying goodbye and going our separate ways.

*Positives: Super sweet guy, really takes care of a girl when he likes her, very attentive (well…to a certain extent – he doesn’t remember shit I say), dresses fairly well for a guy, super caring

*Negatives: Dumb..SO dumb, smokes cigarettes, cannot remember things that I say, acts far younger than his age, still parties like he’s in high school/college, has a receding hairline, is a chef but didn’t know what prosciutto was until I told him (makes me wonder if he even went to a real culinary institute), reminds me of the stereotypical “dumb jock”

Second Date?: Probably not.  Going on this date and catching up with him reminded me why I broke up with him.  Nice guy, just not for me.

Random: History of “Mr. Big (Present)”

Note: The nickname “Mr. Big” does not refer to anything anatomical (you sick fucks).  Refer to *The Rules* to understand the meaning of this nickname.

I was going to write this entry last night, but I figured today would be the perfect day to write this considering the irony in the day.  I’m not going to lie, my situation with this person is still a very touchy subject.  Sometimes I feel like I’m completely over him, but then someone reminds me of him and I either get really upset or have reminiscent thoughts, which inevitably lead to me being upset.  This will probably be one of my most vulnerable blog entries due to the nature of the situation.

Then…. Honestly, nothing was supposed to happen between me and “Mr. Big (Present)”.

Things had recently turned pretty bad between me and “Box Office Hipster,”  but I was still somewhat hopeful that things would change and he would come running back to me, saying he  made a mistake and he didn’t mean for things to happen the way they did.  At the same time, I wanted to get my mind off him and perhaps find a guy to shove in his face and say, “Ha!  I got someone better than you, ya douche!”  The problem is that I am VERY picky, so not just any guy will do for me.  I can flirt and flatter and pretty much convince a guy I’m in love with him….but in reality, I’m probably just having fun.  So finding someone to get over him with was a pretty big task.

I told my friend this one weekend and she made a bet with me (over a few drinks) that I would find someone new that night with her help.  I of course took the bet because 1.) I never back down on bets and 2.) I knew there was no way she was going to win this; I’m just too picky!  So we go out that night and I was just concentrated on having fun.  I drank and danced and I got pretty drunk.  We were at my favorite club downtown so of course I was having fun.  Now, a lot of what I’m going to write about next I had to be reminded about (by “Mr. Big (Present) himself, a couple months later), because I honestly thought this situation happened differently (oh, alcohol…the things you make me forget).  My friend starts talking to two guys that she knew somehow and introduces me.  I say hi and introduce myself, but I don’t think anything of it – I’m just trying to dance!  Again, a lot of the night was a blur, but I do remember us leaving the club to go to another bar.  “Mr. Big (Present)” follows us (still don’t know his name at this point) to the other bar for some reason.  Again, can’t really remember what went on in the bar.  What I do remember is sitting down and making “Mr. Big (Present)” sit by me.  All of a sudden, my friend says, “You two should make out,” speaking to me and “Mr. Big (Present)”.  So I grabbed his head and made out with him.  I remember taking some pictures of us two in between the making out, but then I grabbed his head again and made out with him yet again.  Once again, the night remained blurry after that, but I do recall him asking for my number.  Me, who never gives my number out, gave him my number.  Clearly, I was pretty inebriated.

The next day, I saw that “Mr. Big (Present)” had texted me.  He said something along the lines of us hanging out again and I just said, “Yea, for sure!” to be nice, with no intentions of ever seeing him again.  To make things even worse, I’m a shallow bitch and after looking at the pictures I took of us on my camera, I decided he wasn’t “hot” enough for me.  I asked my friend what his name was so I could look him up on Facebook, and even after stalking him a bit, I still didn’t think he was that attractive.  Yes, I am a total shallow bitch.

So for the next few weeks, I would get a text message from him periodically to hang out.  At this point, I hadn’t even saved his number in my phone, because, again, I didn’t think he was attractive enough for me so I saw no point in keeping his number.  I would make up any excuse (some actually being real) I could to not hang out with him.  Plus, I was still hung up on “Box Office Hipster” so I wasn’t really trying to hang out with anyone else.  This continued for about a month to a month and a half, with him sending me periodic text messages asking to hang out, and with me, number still not saved, declining.  Though I was nice and decided to add him on Facebook.  =)

Finally, I decided to give in a little.  Since I didn’t have his number saved, at one point I wasn’t even sure if it was still him texting me.  I thought that maybe I had accidentally given my number out again and it was someone else.  So I asked my friend who had initially told us to make out if it was his number, and it was.  One weekend, he texted me to see what I was up to, and I told him to meet up with me and my friends at a bar.  He did so, and he was very sweet, buying me drinks and what not.  I’m not sure if it was because our first meeting was such a drunken experience that I couldn’t even remember his name, or if it was because it was our first time talking coherently, but it was kind of awkward.  He tried to get me to go back to his house with him, but I declined.

He texted me a couple more times that weekend to hang out, and during a break I had at work one day I decided to go hang out with him at his house.  Now, I honestly thought that it was going to be super awkward since this would be the first time we were hanging out sober, but it was actually amazing.  It was so refreshing to be hanging out with someone who was so easy going and laid back (unlike “Box Office Hipster”).  We got along really well!  And I made the realization that maybe he wasn’t as unattractive as I initially thought.  He made me laugh a lot and I’m not one to sleep around, (I’m even pickier with this than I am with meeting guys) but let’s just say other things happened.  ;-).  It was definitely the best break I’ve ever had in between shifts at work.

This type of “relationship” continued on for some time.  He was helping me get over “Box Office Hipster” and he had mentioned that he sucks at relationships and pretty much gave me every indication he didn’t want one, so it was perfect.  It was a purely sexual thing.  But at the same time, we had great conversations and he truly was a great guy: athletic and in great shape (seriously, killer body), super smart, interested in music (specifically piano), really laid back and easy going, we had a lot of things in common – seriously this guy was practically perfect!  So different than “Box Office Hipster,” it made me wonder why I had even liked him in the first place.   This continued for about 2 or 3 months.  Over time, not sure when it happened, but I found myself starting to really fall for him.  But I remember him saying that he sucked at relationships (to the point of cheating), so I didn’t want to push anything or scare him.  I definitely still tried to play hard to get and tried to act like I didn’t like him, but I really did.  I think I even told some of my friends that I didn’t like him more than anything other than sexually at one point.  I was okay with where we were at, because he was really good to me and we got along so well; at this point I really didn’t care if we were in a relationship because I liked what was going on.

But of course, every lovely story comes to an end.  Thanks to the lovely Facebook, only a week after he had invited me to come to Water World with him (which I had declined) and only two weeks after we had “had fun,” I find out that he had gotten a girlfriend.  To be honest, this really hurt me.  He had given me every indication that he didn’t want a girlfriend, and then for me to find out over Facebook that he got one out of nowhere?  And on top of that, she wasn’t/isn’t pretty.  So that made me feel even more like shit.  I wrote him some mean message and then left it at that.  I was upset, but what could I do?  A couple months later, he started talking to me again and we were able to maintain somewhat of a “friendship.”  I never brought up how I felt about the situation since the message I had sent him, and we left it at that.  We were “friends.”  I remember seeing him once over the summer and his girlfriend wasn’t around, so he pretty much followed me everywhere and kept flirting (inappropriately) with me.  But besides that, it was pretty much just a couple texts here and there, or some messages on Facebook.

Sometime towards the end of last year, he began to text me a lot more than usual.  He even started asking me to hang out.  I wasn’t sure if he was still with his girlfriend or not, but I decided one night to hang out with him.  I honestly thought we were just going to grab a couple beers and shoot the shit somewhere, but we ended up just staying at his place and watching a movie.  He tried so hard to kiss me and stuff, but I actually cared about him and I didn’t want him cheating on his girlfriend, so I resisted.  The following week, I actually had the balls to ask him whether they were still together, and he told me that they had broken up (which I’m beginning to doubt now).  I don’t condone cheating, so I was happy that he wasn’t doing that.  Of course things happened, and I was a happy girl.  I thought that finally things were looking up for us.  I tried to be a little more forward than before, trying to talk to him more instead of playing hard to get.  But then maybe a week after all this, I saw that his supposed ex-girlfriend had been writing on his Facebook a lot and had even attempted to add me as a friend, which made me suspicious.  So I asked him what the deal was, and while he claimed he didn’t know, he did mention that they were getting back together.  I got really upset and told him that, and all he could do was apologize.

Now….We’re not on speaking terms (per my wishes).  After all that happened, I honestly just felt used.  He claimed that he wasn’t using me, but I find it hard to believe (which I told him).  He said he still wanted to be friends, but we were never really friends to begin with so I didn’t see the point.  I told him that maybe sometime in the future we could be friends, but it wasn’t going to happen anytime soon.

Looking back, I honestly wonder if the reason things are the way they are now were inevitably my fault.  Being so guarded with my feelings after being hurt so much in the past, I have a hard time showing people how I truly feel, especially when it comes to intimate feelings such as that.  I feel like maybe he never knew how I truly felt, and like people in the past (“Box Office Hipster”) thought I wasn’t really that into him.  I feel that if I had just been a little bit more forward, things wouldn’t have turned out the way they had and maybe things would be better.   Or maybe I’m just making shit up and he really was just using me all this time and I fell for it.

I debate on a constant basis whether I should just let things pan out how they are, or fight for what I really want: him.  All I  know is that every time I think of how he’s not in my life, I get really upset.  And honestly, I really do miss him.  I miss talking to him and miss hanging out with him.  But for the time being, for the sake of my own happiness, I’ll forget about him, and concentrate on the 46 more dates I still need to go on….

Date #4: “D-Bag”

Note: This was technically not a date, but due to the nature of the situation (read on) I’m counting it as one.  Rightfully so, after you read the following.

How We Met: We were set up through a mutual friend who liked my blog idea and wanted to help me out with it.  He set me up with one of his friends from school.  “D-Bag” added me on Facebook, which is where we started talking and then we started talking through text.  He seemed very nice, fairly intelligent, and we appeared to have a lot in common.  Based on his Facebook, he seemed like a pretty decent looking guy.  My only issue was his age (22) but since I’m being open, I decided to disregard this small factor.

-Rating:

*Physical Aesthetics: 5-6

*Appearance: 6

*Personality: 4

*Manners: 4

*Intelligence: 5-6 (this is just a guess though, considering we didn’t have anything close to a stimulating conversation whatsoever)

*Confidence: 1 & 10 (I’ll explain this later)

*Overall Rating: 4

The “Date”: So there needs to be some backstory given for this “date.”  We had initially planned on going on a date last Sunday (not yesterday, but the week before yesterday).  Now at this point, we hadn’t met in person, we were just friends on Facebook and had been talking through text.  We were trying to come up with ideas of what to do Sunday, so Sunday around noon, I text him to see if he came up with any ideas for the day.  I was at work, so I wouldn’t have been off till about 3 or 3:30 anyways.  His response to this is that he was super hungover and he wanted to know if he could reschedule the date to Tuesday instead (I had given him the option of either doing the date on Sunday or Tuesday).  First off, who the fuck cancels on a date because they are hungover?!  Especially a date where they’re supposed to be meeting the person for the first time.  Secondly, who the hell is cocky enough to think that the second date option given would still be available?!  I’m a hot bitch and am extremely social – my weeks fill up pretty quick.  As I tell everyone, you have to book me in advance if you want to hang out (best friends are excluded from this because I love them so much I make time for them even when I’m busy.  =) ).  And here comes along this guy who just ASSUMES I’m available.  That for sure irritated me, so he was already on my shit list.  And this proved to me his age, because I feel a mature, older (in both age and mind) man would not have pulled this “Woe is me, I am hungover” bullshit. But, again, for the sake of writing, I decided to not go off on his ass and hope that the date would still go through eventually.

So come Saturday, “D-Bag” texts me again, seeing what I’m doing that night.  I initially thought he was wanting to take me on a date or seeing if I wanted to hang out.  But no, he just wanted to see if I was coming downtown.  Initially, he mentioned nothing of getting together.  Though, towards the time when our texting was coming to an end for the day, he told me to let me know if I was coming downtown so he could come say hi to me.

I get downtown to hangout with some friends and text him where I am at.  He says he is coming to meet me, yet I hear nothing from him.  The night progresses, and I’m already maybe 5 drinks in, and he finally texts me again, asking me where I’m at.  Though at this point, it’s maybe an hour till last call, so pretty much it’s the very end of the night.  I text him where I’m at, and says he’s coming again, but doesn’t.  So finally last call hits, and I get a text saying he is outside of the bar I am at.  I go outside, and I am surprised by what I see.  I was able to spot him out, but he definitely looked A LOT better on Facebook than he did in person.  I’ve come to the conclusion that he must be one of those people who only put up/keep good looking pics of themselves to fool everyone else into think they’re actually good looking.  We start talking, and him and his friends seem nice at first.  But then he starts acting really cocky, claiming that my friend had told him I talk shit and that he could play that game too.  Now, if you know me, you know I in fact do talk shit.  But it’s never meant in a malicious way, more so in a flirty, funny way.  Well this kid was clearly an idiot, because he kept talking shit to me but in a very attacking, malicious way.  I was super irritated, and was ready to leave with my friends, but decided to stick around with his and his friends for a little bit.  They tried to get me to go back home with them, but I was already annoyed so of course I didn’t.  I did, however,(because we all know what a softy I am deep down inside) offer them a ride home.  So I’m giving them a ride home, and at this point they’re all just talking shit, and I start thinking in my head, “Why, Leslie, why didn’t I just go hang out with my friends?  Why did I stick myself with these complete idiots?”  Basically, the entire ride to their house, it was just a bunch of shit talking coming from them.  I’m so irritated at this point, that I start being a complete bitch to them.  Not sure how we even got on some of the topics, but his friend started saying some of the dumbest shit (which will, yes, be featured in my He Said What?! page).  One that I will feature on here is the following: “D-Bag”‘s friend decided to tell me that he had slept with 95 girls.  Now, not only is this guy ugly as shit, but he has some kind of speech impediment (apparently due to a brain problem when he was younger, which I later found out, but at the time I was totally judging).  So to this, I said “There’s no way someone as ugly as you could sleep with 95 girls” (1 point for me).  Then he just got super rude and started trying to bash me saying that him and his friend would never fuck me, blah blah blah.  It got to the point where I was so irritated that I told them they were obnoxious and that they need to get out of my car about 3 blocks away from their place.  This was met with them getting out of my car and a, “Thanks Bitch” on the way out.

The next day, “D-Bag” had the nerve to formally thank me for the ride. Either he was trying to be nice, or is completely oblivious to the fact that he was such a douche (hence his nickname).  The reason I gave him a 1 & a 10 in confidence is because he’s super cocky which would be a 10, but usually people who are cocky like that are trying to compensate for something, which means they’re insecure, which brings said person down to a 1.  Although alcohol could possibly be the reason behind his outlandish behavior and excessive cockiness, it’s not an excuse – learn to control yourself when on alcohol and if you can’t, don’t drink.

*Positives: None.  Not one I can think of whatsoever.  Okay, I guess he was dressed decently.

*Negatives: Overly cocky to the point of over compensation of something (not sure what), is perhaps a homosexual with his roommate (nothing against gay men, I love them – but no point in me trying to date them, obviously – refer to my He Said What?! page for this), not attractive in any such way, cannot handle his alcohol, cannot differentiate the difference between shit talking in a rude way and shit talking in a joking way, total douche bag to my friends…..the list could seriously go on and on and on.

Second First Date?: Hell fucking no.  If I did, I would go to dinner, order the most expensive thing, and make an excuse halfway through dinner and run away.

Random: People I Would Fuck

Since the sky decided to dump lots of snow on Colorado, there is no way for me to leave my house.  This also means that I won’t be going on any dates in the next couple of days unfortunately.  So here is a random entry inspired by Jenna Marbles (LOVE her) about people I would fuck.  Now, when I say “people,” I don’t mean people I know personally/see on a day-to-day basis.  Because if I wanted to do that, well…then I would.  I’m talking about celebrities, athletes, important names in society, etc.  I’ll post her video at the end, because I think the first part of her video truly does have an important message, and perhaps one that I should try to adhere to when it comes to guys I really like.  Anyways, here is my list (in no particular order):

*The entire cast of Glee (especially Santana and Sebastian….at the same time)

*Cristiano Ronaldo

*Gerard Butler

*The acapella group Pentatonix (then I would keep them in a tiny music box that I could open every morning so they could sing for me)

*Lady Gaga

*Paul McCartney

*Channing Tatum

*Jenna Marbles

*John Boehner (no, I’m not a Conservative, but I have to admit – he is an attractive human being for his age)

*Bruno Mars

*Adele

*Stephen A. Smith (from SportsCenter…he’s just so damn funny!)

*David Beckham and Victoria Beckham…at the same time

*Chauncey Billups

*Hugh Hefner (only once so I could see what all the fuss is about)

*Musical group Karmin…again, both of them at the same time

*Steven Tyler

*Tim Tebow (I only want to do it if I’m his first)

*Rajon Rondo

*Colin Farrell

*JFK (I know he’s dead, but if he was alive…)

*Marilyn Monroe

*Leonardo DiCaprio

I’m sure I could think of more people, but I think that’s a pretty sufficient list.  The top people I’d like to fuck are most definitely on here so that’s all that matters.

Here’s the video that inspired this entry: