Round 2: Sushi and Blues with Belgium

For Round 1

He picked me up from my apartment a few minutes past 6:30. As soon as he knocked on the door, my roommate’s dog started barking its head off. I know he is not fond of dogs, and I didn’t feel like dealing with the dog jumping on him, so I peeked my head out the door and said “Just a sec!” Then closed the door in his face. Whoops.

I grabbed my purse and sweater. I was wearing this clingy sweater-dress with off-the-shoulder sleeves and a nice scarf and knee-length Anthro knit sweater. I’d debated wearing heels, but decided against it as I didn’t want to look too dressed up for the dive-y blues bar we were going to later.

I opened the door. He was standing there patiently. I was very nervous; tried not to let my hand shake as I locked the door. He looked good. Wearing a black jacket and collared shirt with jeans. Pretty much what I’d imagined he’d wear. Except a dark pair of jeans would have looked nicer, but I’d gathered from the sweatshirt he’d worn to our first date that he wasn’t huge into fashion. But it’s not like I want to date a dandy, so I’m not concerned.

The Drive

He drives some sort of sedan (I’m not huge into cars, so I don’t remember the make, although he did mention something about “buying American” so I assume it was a Dodge or something). Regardless, it was a manual. I find it so attractive when a man drives a stick shift. Just saying.

At one point, we got stuck behind a turning van, and he zipped around it on the right. “Geez, you couldn’t wait?” I said, before I could stop myself. He chuckled, “That’s how we drive up north.”

The rest of the drive passed in relative discomfort until we got to the restaurant.

The Date: Part I

I don’t really remember what all we talked about at the beginning of our meal. But I do recall thinking maybe this guy isn’t as interesting as I first thought… I felt like he was beginning to feel the same thing about me. Then he asked me about my faith.

I put this bit in my Match profile about not needing to be “saved”. Mostly because I’m tired of people infringing on my beliefs by trying to convince me that I should believe whatever it is that they believe. So he asked me about that, and that got me started.

Turns out we have similar backgrounds. We’re both the “black sheep” of our conservative, relatively religious families, we both had bad experiences at youth group, and we’re both doing our best to avoid church altogether.

Maybe it was the sake, but after that we seemed to get along a lot better than before. As we left the restaurant, he asked if I wanted to take a walk. “Sure,” I said. Obviously guy code for “let’s go find a quiet spot to make out.”

We headed down to the waterfront, holding hands, but halfway there, he seemed to have a sudden change of mind and took us back to the car to head over to the blues bar. Probably because there was a show being filmed down there, and I kind of wanted to check out the costume truck. Also, he’d told me on our first date that he’d kind of been talking to this other girl a while ago who was also a costumer. Perhaps he was afraid he’d run into her. Either way, we headed back to the car sans a make-out sesh.

The Date: Part II

We got to the blues place and headed over to the bar to grab a drink. He got Gin & Water (“a weird drink, I know,” he said), and I got a G&T. Even though I hadn’t worn heels, I still felt a little overdressed. No matter, though, I’d already accepted that we’d be the attractive young couple at the place filled with middle aged and older casually dressed patrons. There was a lot of jean going on. And not just pants, either.

We sat down at a table and sipped our gin, trying to hear each other talk. We were facing each other, and I had my legs crossed, so he’d occasionally rest a hand on my calf. At one point he leaned in closely and said, “Your legs are so soft.” If I hadn’t been into him, it would have been creepy. But I was totally into him. So yeah.

I also found out that he’d put a lot of thought into his outfit for that evening. He said that since he knew I work in costuming and have a pretty good sense of style, he was nervous about picking out something to wear. “So I settled on my tried-and-true blue collared shirt. I figured, old blue can’t fail me.” It was genuinely adorable. You know, that he’d really thought about what to wear.

As we left, I thought that maybe he’d kiss me in the parking lot before we got back into the car, but there was a group of people milling around out there, so he just opened my door and then headed over to his side.

So then we went back to my apartment…

“Do you want to come in?” I asked him. “Yes, absolutely,” he responded. As soon as we had the door shut behind us, I was kissing him, and not soon after, he slammed me up against said door. I think he said something about kissing his neck not being a good idea, but that was also right before he asked if he could “de-scarf me” (I was still wearing a scarf at this point).

As he tossed the scarf onto a chair in the living room, my OCD kicked in, and I grabbed it to take back to my room, dragging him along behind me, not really considering the implications of taking him to my bedroom.

But I’d hardly laid my scarf down before we were on the bed, and he was pulling my dress over my head. Course, I’d worn these tummy-tucking pantyhose that went to just above my knees, so that was a little embarrassing to have him see. “This is the secret to being a woman,” I said, gesturing to the pantyhose. He just chuckled and asked if he could take them off since he “wanted to see my panties”.

In any case, I just so happened to be on my period, which I made perfectly clear to him from the moment we landed on my bed…ie, you’re not gettin any tonight, buddy. I didn’t really want to get naked, and I told him to leave his pants on, but he was being very sweet and gentle, asking me where I liked to be touched, etc. Somehow we ended up in our underwear, him spooning me. “Where did you come from?” I asked him, incredulously. “Belgium,” he said.

Next up: Date 3 with Belgium

…this is happening tomorrow.

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Round 1: Elimination

Ok, first of all, sorry for not writing yesterday, I was in the process of moving to a new place, and I haven’t set up internet yet :/. Second, sorry again that this post is not going to be about my second date with Belgium. (Yes, I went on a date with a country. Two, in fact…dates, not countries). I will write about it this weekend, I promise! Here’s a super exciting teaser, we are actually going on date #3 on Sunday (!!). Suffice it to say, I like him. A lot. And that makes me a tad uncomfortable. (Also, we may or may not have rounded 2nd base on our 2nd date).

In the meantime

I have some eliminations to do. When I signed up for Match.com, I got a little too excited. I made the mistake of responding to almost every email I received. Which is a bad way to show that you’re not interested. Because it would take way, way, too long to go on 14 dates only to realize as I said hello that I wasn’t interested, I decided to cut some from the roster. And by some, I mean all of them except two.

I’ve learned a few things

As a now veteran user of Match, I feel like I know a lot more now than when I started (even though it’s just been about 3 weeks it’s been a battle…with many fatalities). If I were to impart some tidbits of wisdom to a new Match user, I would have to say:

  1. Don’t be afraid to go on a date with someone you wouldn’t normally fall for. Keep an open mind.
  2. That having been said, make standards and stick by them, but keep them reasonable. If you only want to date guys who are a 10 in the looks dept, chances are you won’t go on any dates.
  3. ONLY respond to emails of guys you’re actually interested in.
  4. Exchange a couple emails or IMs with the guy you’re interested in, maybe ONE phone call. But don’t get invested in someone before you meet them in person.
  5. If you decide you’re not interested in someone, DON’T WAIT TO TELL THEM. If you can’t tell them in person (I never do), send them an email as soon as you get home or early the next day. Make sure it’s clear.
  6. Keep in mind that this is a dating site. It is totally cool and expected that you are going on several dates with several different people. Don’t get stuck on one guy until you’re absolutely sure you want to pursue a relationship. (And sure that he’s absolutely sure).

So who’s left?

I eliminated through dates the following four:

  • Gryffindor
  • Jimmm
  • Milwaukee
  • PunkRock

After 5 dates and only one that sparked my interest, I decided to go back through the list and eliminate some others. Part of this is due to the fact that I feel something budding between me and Mr. Belgium, otherwise I would probably continue the dating elimination process.

I eliminated the following without really thinking about it (pardon the superficiality):

  • Mr. Ordinary (a little too ordinary)
  • Hapkido (a little too balding)
  • Canada (a little too formal)
  • Sailboat (a little too beachy)

After that, I eliminated a couple because they aren’t in my immediate vicinity (ie 1-2+ hours away).

  • Mr. Fun & Caring
  • Cars, Guns and Horses

Then, I cut out JonnyBoy because he’s only 23 and he keeps calling me and texting me. He seems a little bit desperate. As a matter of fact, he just called me 5 minutes ago. I finally sent him a Match email to let him know I wasn’t interested. (I just hadn’t gotten around to it yet, ok?). Last week, he called me to tell me he went to California for a week to go skydiving. Ok. Who travels across the country just to go sky diving?

Brown Trout turned out to be a whiny douche bag (surprise surprise). I don’t think I mentioned this before, but he and I were exchanging some pretty snarky match emails, then he sent me this:

…having already used the site before I kind of knew what to expect. There really isn’t much to choose from. Then again, I could see why most attractive women would have no reason to be on here. The ones that are confuse me??? I assume its because they are looking for something they haven’t found. As in maybe I’ll be lucky enough to find the only pretty,single, non-crazy girl left in the world but more than likely…… I doubt it.

Also, I found out from my friend who is also on match that he was trying to get together with her late at night presumably to hook up. So I didn’t feel bad about not responding. Plus he kinda looks like Charlie Sheen. Yep.

So we’re down to two:

  • Brusselsprouts/Belgium
  • Readsalot

I’m keeping my fingers crossed for Sunday. B and I have been chatting on the phone a good bit as well, so I keep putting off going on a date with Readsalot. Either way, he does seem like a pretty cool dude, so I’m not ready to jettison him yet. Man, I am such a terrible person. Oh well.

Round 1: PunkRock at a Fro-Yo Bar

PR and I had been exchanging texts and emails for a week or so by now, and at one point he said something about cherry ice cream. I figured it was about time we met in person, so that prompted me to suggest the fro-yo bar.

Via text, PR seemed a little scattered. He’d send me funny pictures or random thoughts every day or so, and we’d talk about music. He seemed like a cool dude, but he did mention that he had ADHD. And it definitely showed.

Where are you?

He texted me around ten till 8 to say he was a little early. I was running about 5 minutes behind (my thought is that arriving early as a girl seems a little desperate). When I showed up, I texted to let him know I was there, then walked into the Fro-Yo place. He wasn’t there. Then I receive a text saying “Meet out front?” Ok…I thought he’d been there for 15 minutes already…

I stood around for another five minutes or so, and he still hadn’t appeared. So I texted to make sure we were at the same place. As soon as I looked up from my phone, he was there in front of me.

“I accidentally went to that smoothie place on the other side of the shopping center,” he told me, holding out his arms for a hug. I smiled warmly and gave him a brief hug, then we headed inside.

How’s it work?

He’d never been to a Fro-yo bar before, so I had to explain how everything “worked”. He ended up filling his entire cup with yogurt (that’s A LOT of yogurt) and then put a bunch of Captain Crunch on top. When we sat down, he placed his cup on the table and sat back on the seat, considering. “I didn’t really think this through,” he said, “that’s a lot of ice cream.” “Yup,” I said. He continued, “Plus this Captain Crunch is just going to cut the roof of my mouth.” He was silent for a second, then shrugged, “Oh well!” and dove into the mountain of yogurt and Captain Crunch.

Connect Four

Some of these yogurt places are really pretty hokey, and we ended up at one with a bunch of Connect Four games on the tables. So of course we played it. For like an hour. In the meantime, PR jumped from one subject to the next, frequently interrupting himself to go off on tangents and then completely forgetting about the original story.

“So all my work friends think I’m crazy for this,” he started off, “but I really want a pet skunk.” That was his ice breaker. And the rest of the conversation throughout the date was similarly introduced. In any case, it turns out skunks are kind of adorable (when their scent glands are removed).

Have you considered stand-up comedy?

PR is back in undergrad studying for a degree in Accounting, but he is currently taking a bunch of gen-eds and pre-recs. For his gym class, he signed up for Fencing.

“Fencing!?” I said, “That sounds pretty baller.”

“Yeah, I thought so, too until I realized something,” he put his hands out and raised his eyebrows, “I don’t like getting stabbed!” This made me laugh, “Hey, have you ever considered doing one of those Open Mic Comedy NIghts?” I asked him. “Nope,” he said right away. He cocked his head to one side, “Not sure why, though.”

Suddenly, something occurred to him. He leaped up and asked, “Hey! Have you ever considered wearing aluminum cans!?” “What?” I asked, but he was out the door before I had time to inquire further.

Five minutes later he’d returned with a pair of earrings. Made from Monster cans. They actually looked super cool.

“I drink a lot of energy drinks”

I told him that I liked how you couldn’t tell what soda can the earrings came from. “Really?” he said, incredulous, “I could spot sugar-free Monster from a mile away…but then, I drink a lot of energy drinks. Usually I get two energy drinks and a large coffee when I have a lot of studying to do.” He shrugged.

Wow, this explains a lot. Also, talking to him made me realize I don’t have ADHD. (Not that I’ve ever been diagnosed with it, I just had my suspicions).

Time to go

We played one more Connect Four game, then headed out the door. He gave me a hug and went to kiss me, but I turned my head so he got my cheek. As we headed to our separate vehicles, he yelled something funny about being the Connect Four champion. I was genuinely amused.

The Verdict

I liked hanging out with this guy a lot, but his ADHD and immense amount of energy was a little too much for me. I could totally see myself being friends with him, though, so I sent him an email and suggested we just be friends. He said he was down and said he might like to go to a karaoke night together sometime. Sounds like a plan.

On a Scale of 1-10

Common Values: 7

Common Interests: 6

Sense of Humor: 8

Attraction: 5

Total: 26/40

Remaining Players

  • Gryffindor
  • Jimmm
  • Milwaukee
  • Brown Trout
  • Sailboat
  • Mr. Ordinary
  • JonnyBoy
  • Cars, Guns, and Horses
  • Brusselsprouts
  • Hapkido
  • PunkRock
  • Canada
  • Mr. Fun & Caring
  • Readsalot

Next up: Round 2 with Brusselsprouts – Sushi & Blues

Round 1: Brusselsprouts (Lord save me from terrible puns)

So, my date with Brusselsprouts from Belgium went very well (!). We went to a maritime museum (my suggestion) at 10 am on Friday (his suggestion). The museum is a big part of our city’s tourist economy, and I hadn’t been there yet. I figured even if the date was bad, at least I could check the museum off my list.

Slightly Awkward Start

I guess it’s pretty standard for a date with someone you’ve never met before to at least start off awkward. This one was no exception. He bought my ticket, and we walked into an auditorium to watch an introductory video about the history of the museum and our city during WWII. It was a little uncomfortable to have to sit quietly next to someone I barely know, who I was supposed to be getting to know, and watch a movie. I guess I shifted around in my seat enough to prompt him suggesting we check out the rest of the museum before the film ended.

Conversation brought up a couple red flags

The first was when he asked me if I go to church. Granted, it was relevant to the exhibit we were looking at (a wartime chapel), but it still seemed a little out of the blue. I was disappointed. So he’s a religion nut, I thought, here’s the reason he’s on Match. I fumbled for words, then decided to go with the truth, “No. No, I don’t go to church.” He shrugged, “Yeah, I only go when I’m at my parents’.” Oh. Umm, ok. Maybe he was trying to see if I was a religion nut?

Then he asked me if I own a gun. “No, I don’t. Do you?” I asked him. “Not anymore. I used to have one, but I get night terrors every now and then – you know, panic attacks where you stop breathing and wake up gasping for air. So I gave my gun away.” “Wait, what? You gave your gun away?” “Well, yeah,” he said. “Umm, this is how guns get into the hands of people without licenses,” I said, practically poking him in the chest with my finger. “Oh, no, this was a coworker of mine who owns guns and is an enthusiast. We documented the transaction like a regular sale.” Oh. I wasn’t entirely sure how I felt about that, but we changed the subject. Also, who tells their date about their night terrors on the first date? That was a little odd.

His last serious relationship lasted 6 months, which he seemed to think was a long time. We were pretty candid with each other, which was good albeit a little odd. He asked me how long it had been since I’d been in a relationship. I said about 2 years. That’s about how long it had been for him, too, he told me. Then he proceeded to tell me about the dramatic breakup he had with his girlfriend, and how bad it had made him feel. He said they’d been together for a long time, so it was particularly tough on the girl. Then he said that by “a long time” he meant 6 months. Alright.

Most of the time the conversation was good

For the most part, we chatted easily with each other, and were pretty candid. He asked me about the other dates I’d been on, and I told him about the awkwardness of G, J, and M. He, in turn, told me about the girl he’d taken on two dates and then decided she was too clingy. He said when he told her on the second date that he wasn’t interested, she broke down and asked him to explain himself. It seemed like they’d talked on the phone a lot as well as online, and that she’d asked him if she could call him her boyfriend. That is definitely forcing things a little.

There was a good flirtatious vibe between us – we teased each other and joked easily, and he was a little touchy in ways that were cute and sweet and didn’t make me uncomfortable. For instance, his hands were very cold since a lot of the exhibits were outside, and we were just talking about something in the gift shop, when he just put his hands on either side of my face to show how cold they were. It was really cute. At the end of the date, I gave him a hug, and we went our separate ways.

The Verdict

Brusselsprouts passed round 1 with flying colors. He’s sweet, funny, easy to talk to and has his life on track. He knows what he wants, and he knows how to get it. A man after my own heart. Still a couple of questions that need to be answered, but we’re going on date 2 on Tuesday night, so we’ll see!

On a Scale of 1-10

Common Values: 8

Common Interests: 8

Sense of Humor: 8

Attraction: 7

Total: 31/40

Remaining Players

  • Gryffindor
  • Jimmm
  • Milwaukee
  • Brown Trout
  • Sailboat
  • Mr. Ordinary
  • JonnyBoy
  • Cars, Guns, and Horses
  • Brusselsprouts
  • Hapkido
  • PunkRock
  • Canada
  • Mr. Fun & Caring

Another Late Add

Readsalot – He was in the Peace Corps, loves his family, and loves the outdoors. He’s really into philosophy and reads. everything. He’s very tall and is wearing a bandana on his head in his profile picture on Match.

Next Up: Frozen Yogurt with PunkRock

Round 1: Wine bar with Milwaukee

I think I knew what M was looking for from the beginning. Which means this episode is entirely on me. *sigh* I need to get better at saying no to people. (I’m learning, really!)

He was one of the first people to email me, if not the very first. In his email he mentioned how beautiful he thought I was and that I must be “overwhelmed with suitors”. Alright.

I made the mistake of turning on IM capabilities

He IM’d me a few nights ago and started pelting me with questions. I was having issues with my computer and feeling a little defensive about my job (I work contract gigs so I don’t always have work), and this guy was just putting me off. I was so annoyed that I told him he was putting me off. I then tried to explain to him how to have a conversation. For some reason, he stuck around for a while, even though I was practically insulting him.

Mistake #2: I gave him my phone number

And the text messages and phone calls began. He called me after work the next day. Mistake #3: I answered. He started off the phone call with a “hey, how are you?” Well I’m just peachy, M, does this phone call have a purpose? Then he started rattling off the things he’d done that day like a good little husband to his good little wife.

The only way I could think to get him to stop talking was to suggest a date. Admittedly, this is not a great way to convey your lack of interest in someone, but it was a short term solution to a short term problem that threatened to go on and on and on and on.

So the date

We went to this lovely wine bar downtown that I’d never been to. I was running late, so I texted him to let him know. “A fine lady is worth waiting for” he texted back. Umm…alright.

I walked in and spotted him. He looked much older in person than he had in his picture. He also looked significantly chubbier. I’m trying not to be petty, but sexual attraction is a big part of a relationship for me. I’m not desperate, so I’m not going to settle for someone I’m not attracted to.

I sat down next to him and started a conversation. I can practically talk to a brick wall (because of my southern upbringing), so I didn’t have much trouble finding things to talk about.

He was a little twitchy

Milwaukee was clearly nervous, and he had this little tick where he’d roll his eyes to one side. He did this many times throughout the course of the evening. I pretended like I didn’t notice.

He bought me a glass of wine from the super hot bartender (why wasn’t I on a date with him!?) and we also had cheese and bruschetta. Also, the bartender pronounced it brusketa, the way it’s pronounced in Italian. I was impressed.

It would have been bad form to give my number to the bartender, so I didn’t. But I made a mental note to go back there and chat him up. No really, he was super cute. Totally my type. Unlike Milwaukee, who was an aging, slightly chubby, slightly stuck-up man with a complex about wines and an obsession with children and jumping on the fast-track to marriage. No thank you.

Also, he got tears in his eyes when he started talking about his dog he rescued. It wasn’t even a dramatic story.

Bathroom Text Message

At one point I got up to go to the bathroom. And I receive a text message while I’m in there. From Milwaukee, who is still sitting at the bar. The same bar whose facilities I am currently using.

The text message reads: “You’re beautiful”.

Umm, ok? Way to make me feel kind of uncomfortable. And kind of like a trophy wife. And I don’t mind compliments, but this guy had told me I’m beautiful in about 3 different emails and on IM AND via text AND NOW in a Bathroom Text Message. Now tell me that isn’t uncomfortable.

Then he starts talking about his weight

I don’t remember how this came up. I’m pretty sure he just launched into the subject at random. I tried to divert the conversation, but he plowed on. “I’m about 15 pounds heavier than my ideal weight.” He said to me, then continued, “But you know, it’s just so hard when you eat lunch at work and they just have this salad bar or a steamy hot hamburger and fries. And when you’re working hard, you just want that hamburger and those fries, you know?” I just nodded and waited for his tirade to subside.

It lasted way longer than it should have. Clearly his weight was a sensitive subject, and one he felt he needed to explain. He had, after all, written on his profile that he was training for a marathon and had run some in the past. That’s more than a little misleading.

Finally, the date ended

I’d had two glasses of wine and some delicious food. The conversation wasn’t bad, and I had enjoyed myself – or maybe I was just tipsy enough to overlook the awkward moments – like when he was coming out from the bathroom and ran a finger down my back as he walked to his seat. And I had to pretend like I wasn’t super uncomfortable.

But afterward, he tried to get me to go to another bar with him. I made up some excuse about an early morning yoga class (that’s what I used with Jimmm, too).

Going Home

He walked me to the parking deck where I parked my car (one of my rules is always park at least a few blocks away so that you can disappear without him seeing where you went if you need to). I gave him a hug, he tried to kiss me, I avoided his kiss and just hugged him again. Then I high-tailed it to my car and drove home.

The Verdict

This guy is looking for a serious relationship. In fact, he seems to want to be on the fast track to marriage and babyland. From the day I responded to him on Match, he contacted me on such a regular basis you’d think we’d been dating for ages already. This is a classic clinger case and I am SO not interested.

On a Scale of 1-10

Common Values: 6

Common Interests: 5

Sense of Humor: 4

Attraction: 4

Total: 19/40

Remaining Players

  • Gryffindor
  • Jimmm
  • Milwaukee
  • Brown Trout
  • Sailboat
  • Mr. Ordinary
  • JonnyBoy
  • Cars, Guns, and Horses
  • Brusselsprouts
  • Hapkido
  • PunkRock
  • Canada
  • Mr. Fun & Caring

Next up: Maritime Museum with Brusselsprouts tomorrow at 10am (!)

Round 1: J takes me to a great sushi restaurant downtown

This is a point in his favor.

Points against him:

  1. he’s never had mochi ice cream.
    – what self-respecting Japanophile has never had mochi ice cream!? Especially when you’ve actually been to Japan? He’s also never had Bubble Tea (*gasp*).
  2. he’s never been to a fro-yo bar. 
    – what’s the deal with all these guys who have never been to fro-yo bars? Is this just a chic thing? Seriously, guys, get it together.

And we talked about his job…

I thought J had a “top secret” job that he couldn’t talk about. Which was kinda cool. No really, it was cool. Then we sit down to dinner and practically the first thing we talk about is his job. And, btw, his job is to basically track down and talk to high-profile persons without seeming suspicious. For someone who has to make conversation for a living, you’d think he’d be easier to talk to.

I almost went home after dinner

Then he invited me to this great bar that has a mini arcade inside. I love video games, so I was intrigued and agreed to walk a block away to this other bar for some arcade-style Tekken. Maybe even a little guitar hero.

He suggests pool

As you all know, I spent the afternoon playing pool with Gryffindor, so I was not super keen on playing again. But he told me that a couple weeks beforehand, he’d schooled some kids at a beach bar. Alright. Show me whatcha got.

He was one of the worst pool players I’ve ever encountered

He didn’t even know how to properly rack the balls. I mean really. And you call yourself a secret agent. Lies, all lies! And I would chalk it up to him using his special people-reading skills to decide to let me win, but then I realized that if he could read me well at all he’d know not to insult people who like to play video games (ie me). It just amazes me that they let people like him into the special forces in the military.

“Should I walk you to your car?”

He asked if he should walk me to my car. I had parked a few blocks away on purpose. I politely refused, hugged him and went on my way. See ya never, Jimmm.

Guys just beg to be rejected twice

I sent him a polite email saying that I thought he was a nice guy, but that I just didn’t feel a spark. He responded thusly:

“You where very attractive and I enjoyed talking to you. I was kind of feeling you out last night. If you would like to try another date or hang out, I would like to do that.”

Funny how some guys just can’t accept rejection however polite. So I sent him a second rejection note. He seemed to get it after that.

The Verdict

I found Jimmm to be somewhat attractive, though a little on the short side (my height or an inch or so shorter). But his jock side seems to have overwhelmed any other cool personality trait he might have developed. During one conversation, he informed me that one of his friends was a serious hippie, and that he respected him even though (his voice reduced to a whisper) he “thought he might be into dudes”. Dude. What does that have to do with the amount of respect you have for a person?

On a Scale of 1-10

Common Values: 2

Common Interests: 3

Sense of Humor: 4

Attraction: 6

Total: 15/40

Remaining Players

  • Gryffindor
  • Jimmm
  • Milwaukee
  • Brown Trout
  • Sailboat
  • Mr. Ordinary
  • JonnyBoy
  • Cars, Guns, and Horses
  • Brusselsprouts
  • Hapkido
  • PunkRock
  • Canada
  • Mr. Fun & Caring

Next up: Milwaukee on a fancy-schmancy wine date. We get to discover what he’s really looking for.

Round 1: Gryffindor

The first round was a coffee and pool date with Gryffindor. For some reason, I was very nervous going to this date. Partly because it was the first date I’ve had from Match, secondly because I knew going in that I didn’t have a whole lot in common with this guy. I mean, over IM we talked about retro video games, which I can discuss for a little while, but it only gets me so far. I’m not a super gamer by any stretch of the imagination, and this guy’s Match username was his gamer handle, for chrissake.

I got to the coffee place almost exactly 5 minutes late. I texted G to let him know I was there. “Ok, I’m inside,” he texted back. I walked in to see him already sitting, coffee in hand. I waved and said hello, then walked up to the counter to buy a tea. He awkwardly followed me to the counter and stood slightly behind me without uttering a word. He looked a little red in the face.

“G” is not for Gentlemanly

When I went to grab my wallet out of my purse, I had a momentary panic because I couldn’t find it immediately. I remembered I’d bought something online the day before, and thought I may have left it on my desk. During my panicking, G did nothing to intervene. He didn’t even offer to pay for my $1.75 hot tea. Luckily, I found my wallet and paid.

I followed him over to the table where he’d been sitting earlier, and he made a move to sit, but before he could pull his chair back I said, “Hey, did you want to play some pool? We may as well since we’re here.” He seemed a little taken aback, but agreed. Come on, G, you can’t be worse than I am at pool!

He’s actually not a bad pool player

We headed to the billiards room, where we played three games of pool. G was nice enough to pay for all three games (a grand total of $3), but that was partly because I didn’t have any cash. We found enough things to chat about, but there was zero chemistry (at least on my side). He mentioned his obsession with Harry Potter and claimed that he was “the closest thing to an expert” on Star Wars. He and his friends are in an online guild together, and when he’s not gaming, he’s working at the local grocery store. It wasn’t clear if he’d been to college or not.

The Verdict

I don’t like to judge a man on his education or occupation (which is why I put “no preference” under both options on Match), but G just didn’t seem to have much direction in life. He’s 25 and (I found out later) hasn’t finished his degree yet, is working at a grocery store and still living in the same town he grew up in. We didn’t really seem to be on the same page.

On a scale of 1-10

Common Values: 6

Common Interests: 5

Sense of Humor: 8

Attraction: 3

Total: 22/40

Remaining Players

  • Gryffindor
  • Jimmm
  • Milwaukee
  • Brown Trout
  • Sailboat
  • Mr. Ordinary
  • JonnyBoy
  • Cars, Guns, and Horses
  • Brusselsprouts
  • Hapkido
  • PunkRock
  • Canada

Wildcard Add

Mr. Fun & Caring – He lives in a town 2 hours away, but he’s funny, cute, and skeptical of online dating. He sent me a funny video of a corgi barrel rolling down some stairs. Might be a winner.

Next up: Jimmm, with a Sushi dinner date and *gasp* more pool.

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