I'm out!

I wish I could have updated sooner but I have discovered something else that eats up massive amounts of my time.... myspace.com

I'm hoping this new fascination will replace the online dating thing because after last friday night I think I'm tapping out.

How to describe it, hmmm...... how about: Horrible... heinous.. A complete waste of time.

He had to be the MOST annoying man in the world. I likened him to a small yappy dog that you just wish would settle down and be quiet. Granted I have been on worse dates before but never have I been as annoyed. Other dates, for obvious reasons, I found mildly amusing and forsaw their embaressment the next day.

No this guy was a tool and I kinda knew it going into the date as he never REALLY got my humour online. For example, I jokingly said I had been married 3x & after I explained I was kidding, I launched into how I did have 4 kids though. He still thought I was serious. (he claimed that you just never know with girls you meet online but come on! that's pretty obvious ... no? then in person claimed he said he knew)

So we met up for drinks at the Granville Room & proceeded to watch the Canucks just barely beat Carolina (although we're 6-0 in OT wins!). We sat at the bar to watch the game which was great if he would have just sat still and STOP HITTING MY ARM... You know those people. The ones that insist on whapping your arm with the back of their hand every time they feel the need to say something.

whap "hey..."
whap "what do you want to drink?"
whap "did you see that?!"
whap "you know what i'm thinking?"

It was about mid way through the second period that I snapped and exclaimed "STOP HITTTING ME!".... It was one of those uncontrolled blurbs that just pop out of your mouth and you don't realize you said it til after the fact. I'm surprised he heard me anyways because I couldn't get a word in edgewise as he insisted on always speaking (yelling/arguing) over me.

If that wasn't enough, he just wasn't funny... He asked me where I bought my iMac as he is thinking of getting one (btw, i think the world would be a better place if it was an iMac place.... but that's my opinion) so I said, "um, some store in yaletown"

"oooooooh.... yaaaaaleeetown... oooooh... yaletown."

OK... WTF? Dude lives in Yaletown, so I don't see why that is a big deal and he just HAD to say it in that juvenile dopey voice too ( I wish that was the only time he joked like that). It's about here that I no longer felt I could tolerate him and even him resting his feet on my stool was driving me up the wall. He claims I was laughing... yea...... no.

But what really kicked off the lame factor for me was that I thought I may have had to bring a tag along with me that night. When I asked him if it was ok, he replied "sure, do you mind if I ask Natalia?" Sure.. what do I care? So when we finally sit down & I explain that my friend, Man's name, went onto Calgary instead of coming to Van, he pretends to phone his friend Natalia. She would have answered, except she doesn't exist. Well, no, she exists, but she's 3 months old................Yea, so multiply jokes like these by 3 hours & you have my friday night. I tried flirting with the bartender so he'd ply MORE alcohol into my drinks & (*) would be more tolerable. (btw Shaloa, bartender was about 6'2, blonde ;) )

I may have been on a bit of an edge as Little Friday kicked my ass & I was pretty tired but I did need to wash the bad date off so I proceeded to meet up w/ Brutally Honest & Tito down at Glowbal. A couple of drinks later, I called it night & headed home.

I awoke the next morning in a panic thinking I was late for a meeting and surprisingly, wasn't sure where I was when I awoke (I would love for that to mean something but...... no, no I've been in my own bed EVERY NIGHT). I would have gone back to sleep but the family circus of phone calls began early that day.

Later that night, I went to a Holiday/Housewarming/Congratulations/Bon Voyage/Woo hoo it's Saturday Night party. All the usual suspects were present & drunken for. Two things were cute there.. the dog, nick named Issues which I think is a great name for a dog & the baby. Yes, I think every woman around & just over the age of 30 was hearing the same thing as me (tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick................. Which was weird considering we've never heard it before).

Apparently, I missed out on some good drunken behaviour as I ducked out early with PHd. She wanted to hit another party downtown where eligibles would be present and really I couldn't turn down a shared cab ride home... Ok, who am I kidding, I want to explore eligibles as well. So I went.

Now, I don't usually have a problem crashing a party. Especially seeing as I knew a good chunk of the people in attendance. I do however, have a problem crashing a birthday party of someone who isn't my biggest fan. Yes, ever go on a date with someone and then because you attended the same party at a later date do you realize you run in the same circles. So instead of being a mature person and say hi, you instead just stare at me across the room & stodigly acknowledge my presence once I've yours.... yea... awesome.

Yes, as you read, we went for sushi one night. We parted ways. He emailed me to tell me he had a good time & we should do it again but we never did. A few weeks later, I see him at Mistletoe Madness (6 I think... the last one there was.... I've also wondered if he didn't talk to me as I was unable to stand at that party & my friend Smitty held me up).

But yes, something I find funny as finding out we have mutual friends, has freaked him out. I think he may have met his gf around this time & felt awkward which is fine b/c I don't really care. But sometimes I try & say hi & he just recoils in horror & quietly says hi back....... awesome, so apprently, I'm a monster or at least an animal which would account for my nick name.

But as always, he saw me in the room, and not just looked at me but looked at me in a quizzical manner because why would I be there? So like the night before, I had my two drinks & dashed out of there but not before smacking my head against the towel dispenser (can we say co-ordinated?)

Yes, when PHd and I first got there, we were looking for Capt'n Jess. I proceeded into the bathroom where I found her washing her hands. She informed me that she had just been wondering if I was there as she thought she heard me... hmm.. let's see, a bar filled with drunk people and music and you think you can still hear me above that... yup, that sounds about right. See (*), told you I wasn't laughing at your jokes.......... tool.