I mentioned previously how important it is to have good girl friends in your life, and how I stumbled upon CL during my time abroad. Unfortunately, meeting people abroad usually means that when your time together is over, they tend to scatter to various parts of the world. CL lives about as far away from me as you could get, the other side of the world to be exact, lucky for me she loves to travel! I was hosting my kiwi bestie for a week of girls time and I was determined to show her a good time. She insisted on going to this fabulous, 1960's themed bar where they serve big umbrella drinks in pineapples, and there's a floating band in a moat around the restaurant. After some dinner and dancing, we met an interesting group of people that CL found interesting and wanted to talk to. They looked friendly, enough, two guys and a girl, young and professional looking. They invited us to go with them to a bar in the famed Haight district. One of my dating resolutions is to never pass up an opportunity to go somewhere new, or meet someone new, you never know what could happen! So CL an I hopped in a cab and followed them over to the Haight.
The Haight district is well known for being the center of the 1960's Summer of Love movement, and that hippy vibe has turned into one of the most fun places to bar hop in the city. The bar is called Milk and they have great live music and craft beers, a hipster's dream! CL posted up at the table with her beer and chatted with our new friends while I explored the place a little. Mind you, we had begun the night at a very swanky, grown-up bar, so we were quite dressed up. I felt that I looked a little out of place in my little black dress and heels amongst the crowd, but hey! It's never a bad idea to stand out!
I was standing by myself watching the band when MWS walked up to me and said "Come here often?" Ok I know, I know, cheesiest pick up line ever but you've got to give the guy credit, it's not easy to walk up to a stranger and just start conversation. He was cute, a bit short, but was dressed well and very confident! Confidence is key, it's something that is very intriguing to me. Not cocky, no one likes a know-it-all, but confident. He introduced himself using his full name, middle name included, which was odd but unique. He offered to buy me a drink, I accepted, and we went to go join CL. Unfortunately, our new friends had left CL all by her lonesome, so MWS (not so subtly ) had his friend chat her, so he could chat me. CL, being the loyal wing-woman, played along.
The attraction was immediate and we had a lot in common, which made the conversation flow nicely. After beer number 2 he made his move. Again! The confidence in this guy! To just go in for a kiss, mid-conversation, is risky. You could receive the dreaded pull-back, but lucky for him I was into it. We hit it off and ended up closing the bar down. Before we said goodnight, he took my phone and proceeded to enter his number into it. He put the name as his whole name, first, middle, and last, so he will forever be labeled as the three name guy!
The next morning I woke up giddy at the thought of a new prospect. I initiated a text conversation by saying that it was fun meeting him, and that we should hang out again soon. CL approved, and was proud of me for considering someone who actually had a proper job and education.
Our second meeting, or real first date, he invited me back to the Haight, but to a different bar with an African theme. I could tell he was trying to impress me because he wore a little sweater vest with a collared shirt, and oxford shoes. We split a bottle of sake and chatted in a more conducive environment to conversation, no loud music, not too dark, and plenty of places to sit. All in all I was feeling really good about it, until the end. As I made moves to leave, he offered to walk me to the bus and I let him. Then as we were walking outside, he said "Can we go to my car to make-out?"...uh sure? Kind of an odd request, being that we are not in high school, and not parked up at make-out point or whatever it's called. I was put off, but agreed. I mean he could have at least offered to drive me home! His car was messy and old and I didn't let it last very long before I made my exit. This was my first red flag that this guy was either too young, or weird, or both.
A few days later MWS did something that is absolutely unheard of in this day and age, he called me! He actually picked up his phone and called me to ask me out again, so I had to give him major props. Not only that, but he invited me over to his apartment to cook me a fancy dinner. This was completely new territory for me, a proper guy inviting me on a proper date! I was nervous because it was so foreign, but excited at the same time. I arrived at his place and was pleasantly surprised. Here is a 22-year-old with a college degree and his own large studio apartment in the city, very impressive. The apartment was nice and clean and had a very relaxed vibe. He made me salmon and risotto with a lovely salad and a nice wine. After dinner we listened to records and compared favorite classic rock bands. I could tell that he was eager, a little too eager, and it came off as desperate. I wasn't planning on sleeping with him but he made his move and I didn't resist, what the hell I thought, he seems nice enough. The sex was awful! First of all, it took place on one of those two-seater Ikea couches, strike one. I was disappointed to discover that our chemistry halted entirely at the kissing. He practically begged me to sleepover, and became whiney when I said no that I had to work in the morning, strike two. No whining or pouting is allowed. ever. I got home that night contemplating if I would ever consider seeing him again.
This is when he started to come off as really desperate. Not only would he text me weird things, he actually had the nerve to call me on a Saturday night and leave me a disgruntled voicemail saying "I thought we were going to hang out tonight and I was expecting to see you" when we had made no such plans. I decided to give him one last chance and invited him over to meet CE and her boyfriend so I could get their opinion of him. We took some beers up to my roof and he took me aside to ask me the question you should not ask until at least date number 9 or 10, "What are we and where is this going" woah buddy! I tried to laugh it off and reminded him that we had known each other exactly one week. He was not satisfied with my response and started pouting, something that is the least sexy thing for a guy to do. I made up some excuse about needing to go to bed to get him the heck out of my apartment.
Sorry MWS, desperation does not look good on you. A week or so later he sent me an angry text message that I didn't want to see him anymore, and that he hopes I "have a nice life."
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