Best Week (n)Ever
So uh, this past week pretty much blew monkey chode.
Had probably the best first date in my entire life (which still isn't very good) last Saturday. Met her through Match.com (I had just unsubscribed, she sends a wink, ugh, do I really have to pay $30 to contact her?). Thankfully, due to my observant skills of actually reading people's profiles (this goes for ALL profiles, not just a dating site), I was able to determine she worked for the Smith newspaper, found her name on the school website, and facebooked her. Easyyyyyyyy. We message each other daily for a week or so, then do the phone thing, which is kinda awkward since she doesn't do AIM and we hadn't been used to fluid conversation. So things are ok enough where we decide to meet at Smith Sat. night, pressurrrrre. I get there early for once, and she's 8 minutes late, meh. Pretty decent lookin' gal, and she didn't turn her noggin and vomit profusely when seeing me, so good start. Walked to some Irish bar in downtown NoHo, still awkward silence everywhere. We get there, and the band is so friggin' loud, we can't hear each other, so decide to go to her favorite bar, Packard's. Pretty decent restaurant/bar. We head to the back near the restaurant portion, and go for a corner booth. Out of nowhere, I see Peer, my volleyball instructor from Mt. Holyoke with two other coaches, so he invites us to chill with them, and we do. I kinda stay out of the conversation, just because I really don't have a ton to say about Smith or MHC, so my date and I weren't really talking with each other in a consistent pattern. Still a decent time, it could have been much worse.
After 4 Coronas for her and 3 Beck's for me, we head upstairs and throw some darts. She was getting frisky, and it was getting late, so we headed out of the bar and back to her place and...
Ha, like you expect me to not blow this? You obviously do not know me well! Basically just say our goodbyes, and I drive home slightly drunk instead of at least spilling some urine at her place and maybe something more. I find no time to call her the next day (either I'm at work or unconscious from stupidity or tiredness), I call her Monday, doesn't sound too good, and I get the Dear John Facebook Message (though we weren't in a relationship, just no 2nd date, maybe I'll call it "To whom it may concern you moron who can't even a call a girl a day later" letter) a few days later. Isscky.
Had a 10-pager for Screenwriting. I think my adaptation of the hooker scene in "Catcher In The Rye" came off well. Arab Cinema paper was pretty meh, but there was little to nothing about the camera angles/setting/music/etc. in the texts, mostly just about Egypt. Real piece of crap that was.
Felt like crap lately, not cutting it in Weightlifting. My wrists become very sore, and I can barely lift 30% of my bodyweight with dumbbells because my wrists are under so much pressure. Also there is absolutely no novelty of me being in that class, no girl has any desire to be around me (as usual). I could whip it out and not one would blink an eye (not that I'd think of it, eck).
Other stuff sucked, I'll get to it later, I just want to get to bed.
Had probably the best first date in my entire life (which still isn't very good) last Saturday. Met her through Match.com (I had just unsubscribed, she sends a wink, ugh, do I really have to pay $30 to contact her?). Thankfully, due to my observant skills of actually reading people's profiles (this goes for ALL profiles, not just a dating site), I was able to determine she worked for the Smith newspaper, found her name on the school website, and facebooked her. Easyyyyyyyy. We message each other daily for a week or so, then do the phone thing, which is kinda awkward since she doesn't do AIM and we hadn't been used to fluid conversation. So things are ok enough where we decide to meet at Smith Sat. night, pressurrrrre. I get there early for once, and she's 8 minutes late, meh. Pretty decent lookin' gal, and she didn't turn her noggin and vomit profusely when seeing me, so good start. Walked to some Irish bar in downtown NoHo, still awkward silence everywhere. We get there, and the band is so friggin' loud, we can't hear each other, so decide to go to her favorite bar, Packard's. Pretty decent restaurant/bar. We head to the back near the restaurant portion, and go for a corner booth. Out of nowhere, I see Peer, my volleyball instructor from Mt. Holyoke with two other coaches, so he invites us to chill with them, and we do. I kinda stay out of the conversation, just because I really don't have a ton to say about Smith or MHC, so my date and I weren't really talking with each other in a consistent pattern. Still a decent time, it could have been much worse.
After 4 Coronas for her and 3 Beck's for me, we head upstairs and throw some darts. She was getting frisky, and it was getting late, so we headed out of the bar and back to her place and...
Ha, like you expect me to not blow this? You obviously do not know me well! Basically just say our goodbyes, and I drive home slightly drunk instead of at least spilling some urine at her place and maybe something more. I find no time to call her the next day (either I'm at work or unconscious from stupidity or tiredness), I call her Monday, doesn't sound too good, and I get the Dear John Facebook Message (though we weren't in a relationship, just no 2nd date, maybe I'll call it "To whom it may concern you moron who can't even a call a girl a day later" letter) a few days later. Isscky.
Had a 10-pager for Screenwriting. I think my adaptation of the hooker scene in "Catcher In The Rye" came off well. Arab Cinema paper was pretty meh, but there was little to nothing about the camera angles/setting/music/etc. in the texts, mostly just about Egypt. Real piece of crap that was.
Felt like crap lately, not cutting it in Weightlifting. My wrists become very sore, and I can barely lift 30% of my bodyweight with dumbbells because my wrists are under so much pressure. Also there is absolutely no novelty of me being in that class, no girl has any desire to be around me (as usual). I could whip it out and not one would blink an eye (not that I'd think of it, eck).
Other stuff sucked, I'll get to it later, I just want to get to bed.