Done for a While
I have a back log of stories, but for those of you that know me you will understand why I don't really have the motivation to do this right now. I may pick it up in the middle of October, or this may be the end of my journey. Actually, I don't think it will be the end. I'm just not in the mood right now. Check back next month.
Date #18
Age: 37 (seriously)
Score: 16 (8 face/8 body - seriously)
Occupation: Promotions
Hometown: Los Angeles
So, on this date I was fulfilling my duties as a wingman. T-money wanted to meet up with a girl and he needed someone to occupy her friend. So we went to meet the girls and I was pleasantly surprised. This girl was hot. I mean really hot. She was a thin, blonde girl that was clearly from L.A. Tonight was going to be a good one. So we move in and everyone starts talking. She tells me that she is 37 and it blows me away. Seriously, I wouldn’t have guessed a day over 25. And then the real stuff comes out - she’s married. Now in a typical situation I wouldn’t say a word and just turn around and walk away. However, I knew I had a job to do and I stayed for T-money’s sake. I also changed my tactics and just started talking to her like I would my sister, and not like prey.
The evening went on and I noticed that #18 had stopped trying to talk to her friend and just concentrated on me. So the group moved to the W Hotel where #18 and her friend were staying. We all had some drinks in the lobby and were having a good time. Oh wait, I forgot to mention that there was another guy there with us. He was a reporter (we’ll call him “Lame” from now on) and I think had the hots for #18. Here’s the thing, Lame was very socially awkward when it came to these matters and was really annoying us. So in a conspicuous move T and his girl go upstairs. I say conspicuous because we were sitting next to the elevators and they had to stand there embarrassed for about a minute with us watching them while they waited for the next car. When they left it was just me, #18 and Lame in the lobby, so I threw out a suggestion: “Let’s go get in the hot tub.”
We go up to #18's room and stripped down and got in these really nice, plush robes. Except for Lame, he stays in his undershirt (not happy with his body). So we go to the hot tub and go swimming and drinking for a couple of hours. During this time I notice #18 really taking a liking to me and initiating physical contact with me. After a while we were done and all three go up to her room. It took a while, but Lame finally gave up and left. Then #18 sat down next to me to show me something random. So there we were, a married girl and me. I was inches from her face. She wanted to start to make out, it was very obvious. And then...I couldn’t bring myself to do it. She was married.
The next day I tried to figure out if I was 1) a bad person for trying to get into a married girl’s pants, or 2) a good person because I couldn’t go through with it. The consensus of my friends is that I was a moronic person because her marriage has nothing to do with me. They said that what she decides to do is on her. Looking back, I agree. Oh well, at least I won’t have some psycho husband coming after me.
Date #17 - Continued
So, you may wonder what happened with Date 17 and here it is - nothing. (Now when you read this remember that I am completely embarrassed and disappointed in myself. No man should act like this.) So nothing happened. “Why” you may ask. Well, there are a number of reasons and none of them really makes much sense in hindsight.
First, she had a boyfriend. Most who know me would know that that is generally not a problem. (As will be further explored in Date 18.) However, it turns out that I respect #17 so much that I did not want to put her in a bad position. (And I’m a pussy around her. Seriously, I can't deny her anything.)
Next, we didn’t have much alone time because my wingmen bailed on me on that weekend. Thus, there were 3 of us going around San Francisco and Napa (what I generally call “The Closer”).
Finally, and here is the one that makes me want to puke, just her being there was enough. The thing is, we connected instantly again and I am about 100% sure that if I would have been more aggressive then we would have picked up where we left off. I mean, even if there were nothing there, here is a girl on vacation in the USA for the first time - the party is just waiting to happen.
Oh well, at least now I know that it is possible for me really to like someone at this point in my life, and thus, all of the girls that I have met to this point in San Francisco were deficient in some way.
Date #17 - Sweet Validation
Ok, so people have said that I am too picky and just look for excuses not to like someone because I am scared of commitment. They also say that having a blog like this is just another way to avoid commitment. Fair enough, but not true. And how do I know this? Because of #17.
Age: 25
Score: Perfect
Occupation: Lawyer
Hometown: Paris, France
My old roommate used to say that I have “foreign girl game” – and he’s right. For whatever reason, foreign girls like me. I think it is the fact that they like Americans and I keep up-to-date on world news, thus alleviating any preconceived notions that Americans don’t know anything about the world.
I dated #17 when I was in London four years ago. I really liked her then, so it was going to be interesting to see her again when she came through town. So, do I still like her? Well, the answer is a resounding “yes.” Now, how do I know that I really like her? Because I turn into an incredible pussy when I am around her. She thinks that I am a really sweet, caring, kind, calm and gentle person. Some people wouldn’t think that this is a bad thing, but it kills me because it ruins my game to no end. It’s very true; girls don’t like hooking up with nice guys.
I’ll finish up this story this week. Just know that it was the best of times and the worst of times.
Date #16
Age: 28
Score: I don’t rate friends
Occupation: Consultant
Hometown: Sumter, SC
Ok, so this is kind of a date, but not the real deal. #16 and I were introduced by a mutual friend (we’ll call her “MFer”). I am not sure what MFer said about me, because I met her during my trip to Austin. Whatever she said, it had to be ok because #16 was still willing to talk to me (and I am pretty sure that this blog came up). So the first time we met it was for coffee in middle of one day. We got along pretty good, but I think the clincher for me was the fact that she was a Gamecock fan (we are few and far between out here).
So even though we met for coffee, our schedules did not allow us to hang out for months. We became decent friends during this time trading phone calls and such. Then came the night in which we were finally able to hang out. She had been out for some time and so had I. When we finally met up she was all about trying to help me pick up girls so that she could read about them (It’s funny, but people like to be in on the ground floor of these dates – from the initial pick-up). After talking to her friends (of which she said they were interested) and ruling them out I noticed that #16 had a banging body.
When we were finally going home we split a cab. When we stopped at her place and I noticed that I did not have enough money to go any further – I had $10 and the fare was already up to $9. I took this to be a sign from God and got out so to go check her place out. Needless to say we ended up making out. Now, I know this is not a real date per se, but it kind of was. If we were each other’s type, then we could have ended up dating. But we weren’t so we are still just friends. So, as you read this #16 I just have one thing to say: “Ha ha, I got you.”
The real dating stories will resume next.
Date #15
Ok, here they come.
So, I have been convinced to start putting in the “dates” that occur when I am on trips, simply because I do some of my best work on the road. Another reason is that you are bound to have much more unique experiences on the road than if you are at home. That leads us to #15 – and unique is a pretty good explanation.
Age: Unknown
Score: Unknown (She appeared cute and with a nice body; I cannot confirm though others have said the same)
Occupation: Probably just graduated law school
Hometown: Met her in Austin, TX; don’t think she’s from there
The reason for all of the vague answers is that I met #15 at a function at the University of Texas Law School. And it wasn’t just any function, it was the best party I have been to. It was a casino night with top shelf liquor and maybe the best 80’s band I have ever seen. Needless to say, I was sauced and dancing to Come on Eileen all night. So since it was a party and I didn’t technically have a date, I was looking for one – though this happened during the party.
I made a mistake in not talking to one law student earlier in the weekend, because when she showed up in her red dress she looked awesome. Though Red Dress and I chatted, she seemed like a nice girl, and once Chuff hits 10 drinks and is only in town for one more night he doesn’t need a nice girl.
So somehow I came to talk to #15. She was cute and not attached so I figure this would be a good person to hang out with. Now mind you, all of the details are a bit sketchy because once again, there was top shelf liquor. #15 and I proceeded to dance have a decent conversation and then make out. Upon seeing this my host for the weekend, YellowPeril, pulled me aside and told me to stop because #15 was the most socially awkward girl in the law school - I don’t remember this conversation. Apparently someone else told me this also – and once again I have no memory of this.
Long story short we eventually leave party. We go to her car and the thing is the messiest car I have ever seen. It looked like she was letting a homeless man live in her back seat. I really think that there is something wrong with someone that lets their living spaces get this messy. So upon seeing this mess I started to paying more attention to her mannerisms and thought to myself “wow, this girl is really socially awkward.”
We finally got back to YellowPeril’s house and #15 proceeded to lie down on my air mattress (YellowPeril really knows how to take care of her guests) and fall asleep. From the stories that I have heard later, this was the best possible way for the night to end for Chuff.
I can’t wait until Casino Night next year.
Here Comes a Flurry
Ok, so I have been slacking off in terms of writing on this blog. However, in the next two weeks dates 15-19 will be on the board. This includes someone that I actually like, or liked - we haven't seen each other for a while. And as you can already guess, since I liked her at one point she does not live in San Francisco.
