Ok, so about my date....

I know, I know... I should have had the details wayyyy last night, but my brother has been hogging the damn PC. He plays "Rome: Total War" constantly, and I've been waiting for him to finish his damn game all night; he just keeps it paused and won't ever finish them. It infuriates me because he'll do that for hours at a time. Blah....

Anyway, it was no big deal or anything.We just met for dinner at about 6 PM, just your basic simple first date. Ended up BSing in the restaurant until about 10 or so. It was nice though. I actually had a really good time. She must've too, enough so that we are going out tomorrow as well. I was pretty gentlemanly, held off from going for the goodnight kiss even. :) I like to think I am secure enough in myself that I can go out and treat a woman good, while not pushing the physical aspects etc. That all happens in due time I suppose.

Mainly though, I just acted like a clown. I used to try to be totally smooth and everything, but I'm really not smooth in that manner. Sure, like anybody, I have had my moments, but mainly, that's just not me. I can be terribly shy and get a little tongue-tied from time to time. So moving in and trying to be absolutely suave would just be a bullshit move on my part, haha. I'm funny and smart, and I find people like me well enough for that, so I crack a few jokes and like to talk about all kinds of topics. Being myself seems to work fine enough I guess. :) I made her laugh so hard a few times. I bet her ribs were sore, lol. I think that's pretty much my "Mission Accomplished" goal for the first date. Make her laugh and have a good time.

So just exactly how did I act like a clown? Well, for example, after I went into a serious diatribe about NAFTA, CAFTA (she's from Mexico, originally and a women's rights activist, so we were talking about globalization and the exploitation of women etc) so to change topics she said " less about all your political theories and more about you." Ok, it's not a good idea to get me started on politics, unless you want to kill about several hours, but you also must be wary of leaving openings for me to come up with a smartass remark. So I immediately got all serious and said: " Well.... I am the son of a Montana Turd Miner." I got that from Stephen Colbert a few years ago who was poking fun at politicians who are always going on about "being the son of a mill worker" etc. As soon as I said that I thought she was going to die laughing, haha. Not smooth, granted, but effective. :)


So yes, that's pretty much how it went. Not sure if I'm interested in anything serious, I'm sort of an eccentric guy in the first place. I've never really opened up and tore down the walls with anyone before. But, I like her, so I'm willing to give her a shot. There's some potential here I think. So I guess I'll take it step by step and see how it goes. :)

So soon enough I'll be introducing her to Keith. That will have to be the litmus test. If she doesn't like KO or pro wrestling, then I might have to run for the hills. :)

I was beginning to worry that you ran off and eloped - or she turned out to be an ax murderer. :scared:

Believe me, I'm not the one to turn to for dating advice. However (and you knew that was coming, didn't you?), you can't go wrong with "being yourself." Sooner or later, she's gonna find out who you really are, so you're much better off just relaxing and having fun.

But dude - a Montana TURD farmer? :rofl:

I couldn't pass it up. You know how people have one devil and one angel on each shoulder who give them a balanced decision on what to do? Most of the time the angel wins out etc? Well, I just have two devils. It's my only flaw, however I have managed to flip-flop that into being a strength. :)

I may have to skip out on the date tonight though. I have some family stuff coming up, and she has some tomorrow. I hate the idea of being like a dolt and calling her, "Uh...ummm, yeah, I have pro wrestling, Keith Olbermann and family stuff for St. Patrick's tonight, so I cannot go do anything." It's like a bandaid though, I should just quickly get telling her I can't make it over with. I am sure she'll survive. :) Although, I was planning to wear a beautiful dress, dammit. I look smashing in it. The aqua color brings out my blindingly alabaster skin tone. :)

and if she's as much of a feminist as you say, she won't be shy about letting you know when she wants that first kiss. ;-)

I wouldn't worry about whether or not this is The Relationship. You had fun. She had fun. Time will sort the rest.

I felt pretty safe all and all. :)

it's so comforting to have a rapist at your personal beck and call.

"it's so comforting to have a rapist at your personal beck and call."

Rather than get myself in trouble here, I will simply move on...


I have slightly more tact nowadays. :)

So have you ever watched Arrested Development? There is a character in there who is a total momma's boy, over 30 years old, who's mother makes him carry one of those rape horns? It's hilarious, he's just so goofy and absurd, haha.

That's sorta how I am. :)

you mean you're carrying one of those things to scare The Hunchbacked Rapist away? ;-)

that was a good one. :)

You should check that show out, I have never seen anything so funny, in my life. Just for the heck of it last year I rented the first season, I was rolling. OMG, that show is so wrong in so many ways! You have to see it to truly appreciate how funny it is. :)

Sounds like you're doing all right.