Lackluster.
I’m attempting to broaden my horizons of meeting men. By means of the Internet (here we go…again). It shouldn’t be this way. I’m a fairly attractive Italian female who has a job. I’m not a moocher. So what I live with my parents. I have goals. I am motivated. So why aren’t I attracting Mr. Right? I just don’t get it. But, I’ve decided to try the Internet. There’s a show on TLC called “Log In For Love” about the adventures of women who are online daters. It’s funny to watch, but… I’m still not sure of the whole thing. And when I say “broaden my horizons” I’ve tried to meet guys in obvious places like bars and clubs, but it’s so not my scene.
Because it was such a nice day outside, I told one of the guys that I was coming into the city. Really, it wasn’t my plan or idea to meet up with him. However, from the get-go this guy was super over agressive. Like he was trying to prove to me that he was the guy for me. Who does that?! He did. The only reason why I agreed to meet up with him on Newbury (I was going to Newbury period, even before he came into the picture) because I thought he’d get off my case. Well, the guy was a complete loser. I gave him the benefit of the doubt. He wanted to grab lunch. Was I hungry? No, but I went to eat anyhow. It’s just that… I didn’t want to be the bitch and blow him off. Reality check. He looked nothing like his photo. It was depressing. He looked like a fat Jake Gyellenhal. Can’t spell the dude’s last name, but he was dating that Maggy actress chick. You know, right? Well I think the actor Jake G. is attractive, but I was just so turned off. I went with it, but I wanted an escape route.
I needed a wingman. You know, a guy who can find that quality guy with all the right necessities to hook me up with them. One who can protect me from all the losers out there. Where is he when I need him? I think Gay guys can do great at this purpose. It’s not like.. Then I started to think of all the bad dates I’ve had. I know girls do it. I’ve done it before. You claim you have to go to the bathroom, but instead you’re calling your favorite girlfriend. Have her call your mobile in five minutes. Claim to the guy there’s an “emergency” and the date needs to be cut short. Trust me, I wanted to do this. Eventually he got the idea after I told him I couldn’t see him again. I wanted to be that nice girl gone bad and just tell him off. Except, I was nice about it until I couldn’t stand him anymore.
Maybe I should try the bookstore or the library or some place normal next time. If I wanted to, I’m sure I could go to a place outside my comfort zone like a bar and collect numbers. But that’s not for me. I’m looking to meet some guys, maybe date a few of them, and see what happens. At the same time, I have to remind myself that I just got out of a serious relationship. In fact, I met him on
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