Every guy I've been on a date with in the last twelve months is listed, along with a couple of crushes. Men with whom I only communicated via email/IM/phone are not included. (Two important figures are excluded because I never met them in person: Pie Guy and the Philosopher. It amuses me to no end that these two completely overlapped.) If I missed anyone, let me know in the comments so I can add him.
From the top!
- Musical Guy. The first entry about a date. If not for this entry, I think I would have completely forgotten this innocuous misfit.
- Yenta Man. Pele (before she was Pele) gave this fellow his nickname. I probably would have remembered him because we had some chemistry, despite the fact that we hated each other. Can you believe I turned down the chance to have a New Year's Eve date with him?
- Archie. He was a sweetheart, though on the young side. Not meant to be. Sigh.
- Mr. Friendly. Horrifying in a non-threatening way. He came to my reading group once and awkwardness abounded.
- Ethan. A good guy, a decent date, but only a tenuous connection. There was a second date and some phone calls and then it faded out. He popped up one more time much, much later but I never saw him again.
- Then I met Jake, who became my first (and only) internet boyfriend. What was I thinking? The Jake story:
- Watch me worry.
- At least one good date.
- Things are good.
- He makes it hard to sleep.
- It seemed like everything was fine.
- Guess I was wrong.
- Postponing the inevitable.
- The end.
- Mr. Bad Boy. This one is hilarious! Oh, fool that I am, thinking I could meet with someone for casual anything. Not that I don't do that, but it has to be unplanned.
- Med Student. We met, we flirted, I gave him my number. I never saw him again. (Not really a date.)
- How could I forget this guy? But I did. He was depressing.
- This crazy guy. Our humorous date. Good lord, I sure can pick 'em.
- Modern Orthodox. So boring, there's hardly anything to say.
- Environmental Lawyer. I had some hopes for this guy, but they were close to dead after our first meeting and completely extinguished after the second date (see below).
- The dread Dr. G. Shudder-worthy. How could one seemingly normal person be so darn creepy? He popped up again, but I was not interested.
- Mark. Aww, this one is sad. Look how clever I was on the phone. Our first date went really well. I liked him and he ditched me.
- Jewish Republican. So bad as to be almost unbelievable. Humiliation as a seduction technique is not recommended.
- My future husband (aka softball guy). I had a crush on him, but we never had a date. He flirted with me like crazy, but I found out he had a girlfriend when I invited him to a baseball game. He tried to set me up with his friend (nice thought; I declined).
- A wedding dance. Not a date or a crush, but the man spent the entire night staring at me, talking to me or dancing with me. That's something.
- Fred. Oh yikes. Don't like remembering this one! He rated several entries, yet was so not worth my time.
- Jay. I seem to have lost my mind again. The crush to end all crushes. This saga lasted for several months.
- Damian. My date to a baseball game. We had a good time. The beginning of a friendship.
- Jim. No, I did not go on a date with an imaginary boyfriend. I went to see a show at Iota with this guy.
- Nathan. A date mostly memorable for my poor behavior and his not-so-subtle attempt at a "friends-with-benefits" deal (see below).
- Frank. Sweet guy. Nice date. He never returned the call I made after our first date.
- Philly Prof. The horror. Drunk IMing--who knew?
- Scott. An argumentative lawyer? Who would have guessed? At least he had the courtesy to apologize for his faux paux.
- Tim. I think it's fair to say he was my boyfriend. Another freakin' saga. Most of the story:
- Our second date.
- We keep going.
- This one is funny.
- I'm confused.
- High expectations.
- We've got trouble.
- Waiting (don't miss the fight I stirred up in the comments--unbelievable).
- I defend myself to the readers.
- I tell Tim about the blog.
- The pause.
- The breakup.
- Breakup aftermath.
- Just when you thought it was over.
- I assume this is the end, but who knows?
- Bob. A good date and a new friend.
Let's pop that champagne already!
Grateful for: the internet, the blog and readers.
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