Things have been busy and sometimes the whole dating thing
just gets beyond amusing and turns into frustration.
Take men bearing books for example.
I went on a date with a very nice firefighter, and no, I didn't meet him on the date where I burned my date's kitchen, though, that would have been a nice tie in.
I met him online. Nice guy. We went on one date, he took me to his neighbourhood way out in Ajax. Nice place by the water, although, you could never get me to live out there. We then went for dinner at Boston Pizza. What can I say...we were in Ajax and perhaps they only have chain restaurants out there. It was a nice simple date. The man had a very distinguishable mustache, which I think a lot of firefighters like to have for reasons mysterious to me. So I named him Captain 'Stache. A week later, having not heard a word from him I dubbed him Captain Disappeared. Three weeks later, he asked me out again. This time it was dinner at a restaurant near me. We had a very nice time again and he walked me to the door and gave a brief kiss and drove off into the night by 10:30pm. Then, he disappeared again. Then reappeared. He told me that he had been dating another woman. Then he went on to tell me that this other woman seemed really together - she had a good job and owned her own condo. I wondered if this implied that he didn't think that I had my shit together. He went on to tell me that they'd dated for three months and finally the day they were to have sex for the fist time arrived and they went to his house. I have been to this man's house and I could tell that he's a clean freak. In fact, we made out a bit there on our date and before leaving for dinner, he went to wash his hands. His house was very very clean. Anyone could tell that this guy is, if anything, a clean freak. Apparently not this woman he was dating. She asked him to go wash his hands before they got into bed. He said "I just washed my hands and brushed my teeth" She insisted that he go do it again because she didn't see him do it. I asked if he were insulted, and of course he was. But no matter, there was a task at hand so they got into bed. Then she told him that she operates from the hip.....He asked her what that meant and she said it meant that she wouldn't give him a blowjob. Ever. He told me that he nearly kicked her out then and there, but instead took her home later....and won't see her again. I told him, it's a pity that he chose to put me on the back burner for this woman. Didn't they discuss sex likes and dislikes during the three month courtship? Indeed not. So he asked me on another date and I thought, "why not"...Again he came to my neck of the woods and wanted pancakes. So out for pancakes we went and had a very nice time strolling along College St. and window shopping. We went into a second hand bookstore and enjoyed looking at the books. He thought I'd like a certain book and bought it for me. We then spent a few hours talking while sitting on a bench in the Spring sunshine. Very nice afternoon. I had an engagement for the evening and had to leave. He emailed me the next day to say that he'd had a lovely time, hoped I liked the book and it was a pity that I had to cut the date short as he was enjoying himself. Nice. I emailed back to thank him for the book and that I too had a nice time. It's been over a month and a half and he is henceforth known as Captain Disappeared For Good.
Back online again, I met a man who is an adviser to the UN. He's eccentric and intellectual and quite fun.
We went on a date for coffee. That was nice. It was only a few hours but I liked him enough to go for a second date. We decided we'd have some wine at my place. He arrived direct from his flight from New York - where presumably he was advising the UN. He very sweetly had thought of me whilst in a bookstore and purchased a nice edition of The Ancient Mariner. How nice is that! We drank wine, watched the news and made out. He had suggested that he might stay overnight and I said that I wanted to think about that, as no men sleep over. He did not seem offended. Then later, near midnight said that he would go home because he had to get up at 5a.m. and that would be unfair to me. Which is true. Why would I want to get up at 5am on a Saturday? So, we kissed goodnight and I offered to call him a taxi but he said not to and he would flag one down.
I emailed MrUN the next day to thank him again for the book and mentioned I had a nice evening. That was just over a week ago and I have yet to hear from MrUN.
I have a feeling that if a date bestows me with a book again....I will no doubt throw the book at them!
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