This time, I wasn't sitting next to a professional skateboarding multi-millionaire on my flight back from San Francisco.
Instead, I sat next to a very sweet fella who I chatted with for the entire flight. We talked about our weekend in the Bay, work, travel, etc. An enjoyable hour with no awkward pauses or silences.
He asked me out for drinks this week. But I had to decline when I found out he graduated in 2008. FROM HIGH SCHOOL.
Showing posts with label dating. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dating. Show all posts
measurements
I had an internet date last night. The first one ever. He was whatever (rich, stupid tattoos, and a little too cocky), and the date itself was whatever, but I would like to point out..
He totally lied about his height. Like, 2-3'' lied.
And.....
If you can't even admit how short you are... I'm pretty sure there are other things that might be 3'' less than advertised.
because boys are disappointing
I feel like I can name every pair of hot shoes I own after a boy...
"Don't you love my you-suck-M stilettos?"
"Check out my new f-you-J shoes!"
"My latest obsession are my you-douchebag-C heels."
Also, I might have accidentally bought a second pair of these in black snakeskin. Oops.
Yeah, this guy must have reeeaally sucked.
judging a book
I have my eyes shut, trying to get an hour of sleep before my escape to San Francisco. It doesn't matter though- sleeping, headphones, hoodie- people on planes just seem to want to talk. The second the plane takes off, Homeboy next to me starts to chat me up.
I peek one eye open, figure he's cute enough, and decide that I could use the self-esteem boost after the last guy. And, after all, it's only a one hour flight.
I peek one eye open, figure he's cute enough, and decide that I could use the self-esteem boost after the last guy. And, after all, it's only a one hour flight.
lifecoach lunch
My life is rather hysterical at the moment. In the totally-not-funny, absolutely-everything-is-falling-apart sort of way. My stomach has been in knots and I've been obsessed about the most trivial because I don't want to focus on the for-reals. The silver lining this week is that at least my apartment didn't catch on fire. Yeah, it's been that awesome.
Thankfully, my friend M provided a much-needed distraction at lunch, where we spent the hour discussing boys, relationships, and the hilarity known as my dating life.
Thankfully, my friend M provided a much-needed distraction at lunch, where we spent the hour discussing boys, relationships, and the hilarity known as my dating life.
too close to home?
A couple of Sundays ago, I woke up way too early for brunch nor was I willing to change out of my pajamas. So, instead, I spent my morning eating French toast and watching "He's Just Not That Into You" on cable. Yeah, I know.
Girl: So, what, now I'm just supposed to run from every guy who doesn't like me?
Boy: Uh... Yeah!
Girl: But then there's not gonna be anybody left!
Hah, there sure were a lot of of depressingly true quotables.
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| From IMDB |
Boy: Uh... Yeah!
Girl: But then there's not gonna be anybody left!
Hah, there sure were a lot of of depressingly true quotables.
awkward is the name of the game
Ten minutes into our first round of drinks:
Coworker: "So... I need to tell you something."
Me: "Umm, ok...."
(Ohmigod, do you have a child? An STD? A boyfriend?!)
Coworker: "I'm not really ready for this."
Coworker: "I mean, a serious relationship."
Coworker: "I'm still not over my ex...."
Whoa, buddy. Back the hell up.
Are we about to DTR this right now?? Across from the bartender?
Coworker: "So... I need to tell you something."
Me: "Umm, ok...."
(Ohmigod, do you have a child? An STD? A boyfriend?!)
Coworker: "I'm not really ready for this."
Coworker: "I mean, a serious relationship."
Coworker: "I'm still not over my ex...."
Whoa, buddy. Back the hell up.
Are we about to DTR this right now?? Across from the bartender?
varying definitions
Prime was on TV again the other night and since summer television is terrible, I watched it for the fourth time. [SPOILER] It's that rom-com-ish type of movie that doesn't end in the expected rom-com-ish way.
I quite enjoyed that incredibly awkward scene at the beginning of the movie when Rafi first meets Dave and his pretty brunette date.
Rafi: "So, how long have you two been dating?"
Simultaneously:
Dave: "We aren't dating."
Brunette: "A few weeks."
Insert awkward pause.
Dave: "Well... I mean... I thought... It's only been a couple of dates... I didn't realize that meant we were dating."
I quite enjoyed that incredibly awkward scene at the beginning of the movie when Rafi first meets Dave and his pretty brunette date.
Rafi: "So, how long have you two been dating?"
Simultaneously:
Dave: "We aren't dating."
Brunette: "A few weeks."
Insert awkward pause.
Dave: "Well... I mean... I thought... It's only been a couple of dates... I didn't realize that meant we were dating."
excuses
People in Los Angeles are flaky, in particular, members of the opposite sex. Granted, I don't meet quality boys who have their act together (really, you're unemployed and live with your parents?), so I shouldn't be surprised.
Recently, I broke all my rules and had plans to get drinks with a co-worker. I KNOW. This goes against pretty much everything I've said about dating within the ivy-covered gates of the studio.
Recently, I broke all my rules and had plans to get drinks with a co-worker. I KNOW. This goes against pretty much everything I've said about dating within the ivy-covered gates of the studio.
this is not ok, cupid
I've met a lot of winners in the LA dating scene. Here are some of my favorites over the past few months:
The Young One
I had to get my phone fixed at the Sprint store and chatted with the cashier guy who asked me out for a drink. And then this happened:
Him: "Can I see the name on your ID to make sure it matches the credit card?"
Me: *hands ID*
Him: "Oh, damn... Uhh, I thought you were like, 23 or 24..."
Sweetie, you did that in the wrong order. Card them, and then ask them out. Otherwise, you might get punched in the stomach.