Leavin’ (for) Las Vegas Tuesday, Jun 17 2008 

So gentle readers, riddle me this: What could possibly be more dangerous than a One Date Wonder let loose in Sin City? I mean, that seems kind of like a recipe for insanity, right? Picture it… men, booze, sweltering heat, gambling….. right. That’s what I’m saying. And yet, I assure you, there is something more dangerous yet.

Pairing that One Date Wonder up with a rockin’ QTMama and letting them both run free through the streets!

That’s right, QTMama and I are packing it up and going to Vegas in just over two weeks. Kids and cats will remain at home and we will be let loose in the insane heat of Las Vegas. That town may never be the same.

Theory Sunday, Jun 15 2008 

Dating is hard. You know it is. Negotiating a tricky social situation with someone you may not know at all is simply difficult. It’s just uncomfortable to go and spend time with a stranger with expectations and hopes and feelings all raw and in the open. It’s unnatural and often painful. It’s just hard.

And what fascinates me about the process is that people constantly strive to make it even more difficult. One person will tell you to make immediate contact after a date, another will tell you to wait three days, still another will tell you you shouldn’t make contact at all but should wait to be chased. What is the right thing to do? Which rule is hard and fast? What should we all be following?

The bottom line is that everyone and every situation is different. So why on earth don’t we allow for that? Why don’t we do what is right at the time? Why do we insist on creating rules and regulations that in the end only frustrate most of us?

Recently I’ve been getting a lot of advice about men “liking the chase”. I should sit back and wait. My inherent air of mystery will bring them running. They will chase the unknown. And if they don’t, they’re just not that into me. And to some extent, I will admit there is wisdom hidden in there. Many men do like to pursue. And if they simply won’t, it can be a sign.

But the wisdom fails as well. Many men do not. And what about when they catch you? Because the goal of dating is not to dangle yourself out of reach for eternity. It is, presumably, to be caught. Will your man instantly leave then? Will they lose interest? Do you really want someone who can’t be bothered once they have your full attention?

And what about the fact that these generalities do not cover all situations? Each person is different. They have different needs, see things in different ways, want different things. There is no one blanket they all fit under. No one stereotype that will always apply. We can joke about typical men or typical women, but at the end of the day we don’t all fit the mold. And someone is getting very pissed at repeated attempts to be shoved in there.

If a man tells you up front that he will disappear if you don’t show some interest, do you honestly believe sitting back and making him chase you will work? Similarly if a woman tells you she will say exactly what she means, do you think constantly reading hidden meaning into her words is going to help you understand her?

The point is that dating is hard enough. The pressures, the fears, the hopes, the failures…. we’ve all been there. And as we get older it gets harder. Dating at every age has new challenges. So why do we, as single people, insist on making it more difficult? Why do we not just pay a little attention? Why not pay attention to what people say and try to meet them on common ground? Why do we not communicate with a little honesty so we can understand? Why not just listen?

If all men or women were the same, then it wouldn’t matter who we end up with. But we do not all come from the same cookie cutter, or even the same batch of dough.

PS – PP called. He is, beyond a shadow of a doubt, interested. And he would have called sooner had he not been working until quite late every night. He knows how early I get up and didn’t want to wake me. I already knew most of that, which is why I practiced a little patience. I

Possibly a Date Wednesday, Jun 11 2008 

This is going to come as a shock to everyone, I’m sure. But I actually went out on a bona fide date with PP. That’s right. We planned, we followed through, and we ate sushi together.

Actually we had a nice time. PP, he is tall. Way tall. Extremely tall. Which I, of course, think is totally hot. He is fairly attractive, and overall pretty normal, non-threatening and all of that. Conversation was easy, and laughter was plentiful. And one can never really go wrong with sushi. That was awesome.

The date went very quickly. And by that I don’t mean that we were so engrossed in conversation that hours flew right by. I mean that the date was short. Like, an hour and a half kind of short. Hi, here’s some sushi, nice meeting you and….. done. But I didn’t get a rushed or bad vibe out of it. Just…. short.

The next morning I did my standard maneuver that I execute after any reasonable good date when I feel another may actually occur. I wrote him a short email thanking him for dinner and letting him know I had a good time. We bantered back and forth for an hour or so then he said he needed to get back to work. So I wrote a final email and finished it off with a rather blunt suggestion that we plan to do something again sometime soon.

And that’s where it sits. The ball is squarely in PP’s court, or squire in his kingdom, or whatever. It’s his turn. And so I wait.

A question for you Monday, Jun 9 2008 

Sometimes what a gal really needs is a fresh take on things. Even a jaded One Date Wonder such as myself can still accept advice and try new tricks. So gentle readers, here is the question I’m posing to you:

Aside from online dating, how do you meet new prospects?

Now admittedly, I’d like to meet men. Meeting the ladies will not help me very much. So women, where are you finding them? And men, where are you trying to be found?

Do tell.

The Aftermath Sunday, Jun 8 2008 

After the incident with the virgin, he got pretty mad at me. There were some pointed comments about me not being willing to “get over it”. Then there was a rather nasty email exchange. Finally I got tired and I called him on it. Normally not something I would do, but telling a guy I wouldn’t date him because he’s a virgin is also considerably outside my comfort zone. A fact which I pointed out to him, by the way.

What I got was a rather unexpected and abject apology. I was surprised, I thanked him for it, and I figured that was the end of that. I deleted him from my IM contact list and moved on. Until the next day when he started talking to me again.

At this point, since he was clear that I only wanted to be friends, that seemd to be harmless. And, tonight when I got so bored I could climb the walls, he suggested a movie. And so it was that after psuedo-dumping a guy, I met him anyway.

By the way? The reasons for his virginity are clear upon meeting him. Very nice guy with a very nice voice in a very socially awkward package.

Possibly Again Thursday, Jun 5 2008 

Okay, so I started to try to write this all nice and cutesy like all the other Possible Prince tales, but I can’t be bothered today. Plus, some readers have mistakenly believed I’m trying to imply this guy I don’t even know really is princely. And while I appreciate all of the concern, I’m not making declarations about his character here. I just thought it might be cute for a change to have a fairy tale. So we’ll just call him PP now and I’ll write like a normal human being. Ok? Ok then.

Which, of course means that I’m talking to him again. Apparently PP stopped talking to me because he felt I was indifferent and wasn’t interested in pursuing a gal who could really take it or leave it. He seems to have come to this conclusion because I never placed a phone call to him. I know, I know…. it’s almost as if he’s never met me right? Wait a second… Anyway, after a careful explanation of how I can be a bit old-fashioned about some things in the beginning stages of knowing someone, we managed to set it right.

So after we both explained the mishap, we’ve been talking again. And, while I won’t swear to it, I think we may be going out sometime soon. He’s doing some crazy stuff at work so it can’t be this weekend, but we’re eyeing up some night next week. Maybe. Depending on work schedules.

At any rate, we’ve been talking this week and generally having a good time. He’s super tall, which I like. He laughs a lot, which I like. And sometimes he even snorts when he laughs, which just cracks me up. All in all, I’ve been having a good time with it and that’s what is most important at the end of the day.

So there you have it. Not a happily ever after, but not a disappearing hero either.

Tuesday, Jun 3 2008 

I suck. I totally called and bailed on the date and left a very nice, very confused virgin wondering what the hell happened. I am a bad person. Oooof.

UPDATE: Ok, I leveled with him. I don’t know if that makes this tale better or worse but I told him the truth. I’m pretty sure he hates me, which is a freaking shame because he seemed to be a great guy. But I knew I couldn’t handle the responsibility of that relationship and I know he very much is looking for a romantic relationship and not a new friend. I’d like to imagine I did the right thing.

Karma Tuesday, Jun 3 2008 

Karma is a nasty little mistress, isn’t she? I fear she has come after me and nipped me soundly in the behind this time. And there is just no way for me to get out of it. I am now going to pay full price for my laugh at the Tragic Sundae. Oh yes, yes I am.

Here’s the story. I like geek guys. I like them a lot. I don’t care what you think of me, I think they are instantly hotter and they win points with me. Now I do of course have limits. We must be looking at the reasonable geeks here. But still, geek guys do it for me.

So when this relatively sane looking geek guy started emailing with me, I was kind of interested. He’s 28, lives nearby, and is well spoken. He got quickly to the business of exchanging phone numbers, then asking me out. He took the proper initiative. And he has a very lovely very deep voice. He’s even tall. If this guy is even reasonably attractive, I’m thinking he is my type and then some. So when he called me last night, we made a coffee date for tonight right at the beginning of the conversation. Then we proceeded to chat for close to 2 hours.

And it was around the hour and a half mark that he revealed he’s a virgin. That’s right, gentle readers. I have accidentally made a coffee date with a 28 year old virgin. Karma is kind of a bitch.

It happens Saturday, May 31 2008 

Sometimes shit happens. Bad shit. And as much as you’d like to explain the details to everyone, you just can’t be bothered to rehash it like that. So let’s do it like this.

I overestimated Mr. Big. It was a clear mistake and I won’t do it again. It’s time for me to start exercising the open ended nature of this arrangement and date again. That’s the salient point here. Now all I need is someone to date.

All aboard! Wednesday, May 28 2008 

I have been riding the hormone express, so I was sparing you all the gory details. I know this saddens some of you as the hormone express can be funny to watch. But it is not funny if you are indeed trapped on the ride. And I am highly mockable even when sane, so I just didn’t need the help.

At it’s most glorious moment this past weekend, I was determined I had to dump Mr. Big. I had just decided he was truly only interested in me if I had no clothing and was gearing myself up for the big conversation. Mostly because he had gone dark for a weekend and I hadn’t heard from him. Two seconds into an IM conversation with me, he knew something was horribly wrong. But I hadn’t quite gotten myself set to share my big revelation so I was dodging. (How can someone know in one line of text that there is something wrong with me anyway. HOW???) Anyhow, he pushed until I admitted I was unhappy and gave some reasons for the cause. (His silence, his silence, and oh….. his silence.) Rational thought was restored soon after you will be pleased to know. And we are still…. well…. whaever we ever are.

But at the peak of the crazy talking, I somehow managed to reveal that I am afraid to tell him things sometimes because I don’t want him to think I’m a pain in the ass, or hard to deal with, or difficult, or whatever words guys use to describe chicks who make them batty in a bad way. I was already flailing around and sobbing on the couch because, you know, the end was nigh. And then he said it. He said one of the sweetest things a man has ever said to me. It wasn’t that he loved me or would never leave me or that I’m beautiful or anything. No…. he told me I’m not difficult. I’m not hard to deal with. And further more, I’m too hard on myself. He doesn’t understand why I think those things about myself, but they’re unjustified. According to him.

Well gentle readers, I cried even harder. Because in that moment I realized something horrible about the past…. oh, let’s say 15 years. Ever major male figure in my life for the past 15 years has told me what a pain in the ass I am. From my closest friends, to both my husbands, to my father himself. I’m difficult. I’m controlling. I’m “no shrinking violet”. I’m hard to deal with. I’m the reason my marriages went so rotten. I’m a bitch. Over and over and over they all say these things. And repetition is wearing. Eventually it sinks in. I believe I’m a giant pain in the ass.

So, for the first time in 15 years, a man who is important to me said I’m not any of those things. I’m not difficult. I’m not hard to deal with. I’m not a pain in the ass. He doesn’t think badly of me. I can tell him how I feel or when I’m unhappy because he’s not going to think less of me. And what’s even better, he thinks I’m am unnecessarily harsh with myself.

No one has ever said that to me before. It stopped me dead in my tracks. And after the tears cleared, it made me smile again. I’m still smiling.

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