Okay, so last night's date was not horrible...not that I was expecting it to be. I just wasn't feeling it. Anyhow, Fruity was a perfect gentleman...the door opening thing...paying for dinner (I've gotten so accustomed to going dutch lately). I kept looking at his teeth whenever he smiled. I couldn't help it! They seemed big for his mouth/lips. And I call him fruity because he's kind of the skinny, artsy type, I guess. He used to do the whole singing and dancing schtick, and he seems very well-read. He was even talking to me about sociology, my major in university. I think I've forgotten everything I'ved learned in school, so unfortunately, I could not contribute much deep thought. However, I do love listening to people who actually know what they're talking about.
He kept staring at me, though. It was enough to make me ask him a couple of times, jokingly of course, if there was something on my face!! :lol: He apologised and said he couldn't get over how pretty I was. I'm not sure why it's such a turn off to me sometimes when people say something like that to me on a first date. "You look nice" is okay, though.
Oh yeah...we had met up downtown at a Starbucks, and then we walked to the first Japanese restaurant we came across. At one point, 3 were in my line of vision :lol: One disappointing thing is that he's not really a eater. I like my men who can pack it in!! He didn't even finish his meal. Actually, most of his meal was not even Japanese. After dinner, we to a Starbucks and just chatted for a bit.
He seemed pretty nervous throughout the whole date. And the leg shaking thing kind of annoyed me. You know...that habit where you just sit there and kind of twitch a leg? My dad used to do it all the time, and our dinner table would shake. Anyway, when it was time to leave...there was an awkwardness. I would've been content shaking his hand and going along my merry way...but he just stood there. In case he wanted to kiss me, I gave him the ol' one-armed hug. Then he gave me this bear hug, so I had to pat him on the back with my other hand. It took a while for him to let go.
He told me had a good time and that we should do it again some time.
Then I drove home, did my usual nightly stuff and watched 24!! Soooo good.
This morning, I woke up around 6 because I had a visitor come by. He helped me change a lightbulb (I need some 60 watt bulbs, man), checked out my picture that requires hanging (too early for hammering [nails into the wall], and raised my shower curtain rod! Woo! When he left, he said to me, 'hmm, I guess we still have a connection!" I am not so sure about that.
My no more take on men still stands.
And just when I had given up on Brendan...woo...got an email from him. I wish I remembered more finite details about him.
posted by: eka00 (reply)
post date: 02.23.05 (1:18 am)
Sounds rather akward...the date I mean. Would you give him another chance? Cuz I know I'm the weird first date kind of person.
I once spilled drink on a guys face...actually, spilled is too nice a word...what I really did was 'spray his face' because I was extremely nervous and tried to laugh at the same time, hehe...
The date wasn't that bad...but I don't think I would give him another chance. There needs to be some sort of attraction. *L* And speaking of spraying...he was playing with the straw of his drink and he ended up flicking me in the face with some of it!! *L*
posted by: eka00 (reply)
post date: 02.24.05 (7:29 am)
Yipes! Well then, I guess if either of us were to write a dating book, we'd advice the nervous party to stay away from liquid, hehe...