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Judgement Day.

[REWIND].

Let’s travel back in time a couple weeks (yes, I can totally do that).

I left you all off around movie night, I believe. Joe and I started talking and hanging out a little more regularly and I finally began to loosen up and feel truly comfortable around him. So after a spontaneous night in Santa Monica and an incredibly refreshing afternoon of eating, lounging, and laughing I decided maybe he should meet a couple of my friends.

My friends, by the way, have been begging to see him probably since our first initial phone call. They don’t waste any time.

At first, I was trying to put this off as long as possible. It just made things seem that much more official and I hadn’t been sure if I was ready for that. But for whatever reason, at that exact moment, it seemed like the most genius idea in the entire world. This was probably the biggest/best chance I have taken with this guy. Everyone got along great and it was nice to see him interact with my friends (who were very quick to point out that I should take every precaution not to “fuck this one up”. Thanks for the advice guys!)

And then came Superbowl… and he was wanting me to meet his friends. At least I only introduced him to 2 at a time (and they were a couple at that). I, on the other hand, got to meet a chunk of the clan. I am very pleased to say that his boys are a wonderful group of people and they were very nice and welcoming to me. I guess that massive swarm of butterflies I barely prevented from vomiting up really wasn’t necessary. It took me a full 3.5 seconds before I felt 100% comfortable there (the ice cold Newcastle also helped). I am also extremely pleased to announce that none of them fell under the category of douchbaggery and lame-sauce. And to top it off, they all seemed to like me too–At least they treated me as an equal (that also might have had something to do with the beer).

So now, here we are. My online dating adventure has kind of come to an end, and a fresh and new relationship adventure has taken it’s place.

I can practically hear my girl friends cheering in the background.

I guess it isn’t completely impossible for a girl to find a decent guy in the big city. I was proven wrong–I’ll admit it. And  if someone were to ever ask me, I’d say taking the risk of the online dating world is totally worth it. And even if you don’t meet anyone that’s right for you, ladies, you’ll at least come up on some free food and drinks. Guys, well maybe you’ll get a piece of ass. No promises though.

To all my wonderful readers: Thanks for coming on this journey with me. It’s been real 🙂

I am not sure if completely chronicling my relationship on the internet is the best of ideas, but I am sure I’ll find something to keep you all entertained while you attempt to look busy at work.

The Feature Presentation.

Movie night — The epitome of spending the night in.

A couple nights ago “Joe” came over we shared some dinner, wine, enjoyed watching a movie together, and obsessed over how incredibly blue Bradley Cooper’s eyes looked — ok that one was mostly me. It was a nice change of pace. I think it opened my eyes to a few things and allowed me to finally chill the fuck out. So yes, ok, I’ll admit it. This guy is cool, and well, I like him and I am excited over being able to get to know him better.

There I said it.

Phew. Ok, so the sky hasn’t crashed down upon my poor little head. I guess this is a good sign.

But you’re probably wondering what set this all off since the last time I mentioned him I felt as though we lacked a connection. Well, I’m sure you’ve picked up on the fact that I can be a bit of a nervous wreck, and that I can be overly protective of myself. It’s a defense mechanism. I don’t want to get hurt, and quite frankly, the last few months of my life have been blissfully wonderful without having anyone constantly breathing down my neck (and I mean this in the most nonsexual way possible).

Anyways it began with a phone call. I was in a bit of a funk after finding out my grandmother was in the hospital. I’m not one to pour my problems onto someone I don’t know well, but sure enough he asked and listened willingly. And then he proceeded to be there if I needed anything (which I’m still not quite comfortable to take him up on). My first instinct was that he was just being nice. But about a week later he still remembered what was going on, and he asked how myself and my family was doing again.

Damn, I am such a sucker.

But you know what, this time I have no complaints.


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Let’s Take A Walk.

A couple nights ago I was walking over to my friends’ apartment, when suddenly, my solo journey became an unexpected duo.

“Excuse me. Would you mind if I walked with you for a minute?”

“Um… ok.”

“I just wanted to ask: What ethnicity are you?”

The old me would normally scoff at such an encounter. But the new me (I’m trying, alright) decided that this could possibly be an interesting experience that I would have otherwise completely missed out on. Also, I LOVE when people ask me about my ethnicity, it’s one of my favorite games — since no one ever gets it right.

SPOILER ALERT: I’m half Chinese, and half everything that is white.

It’s really not that exciting. I liked it better when someone was convinced I was Puerto Rican… I know, right?!

Anyways, so I responded with my classic, and totally predictable, response of:

“Guess.”

Wrong. Wrong again. Close, but still wrong.

So, I finally relinquished my not-so-epic secret identity. Small talk ensued. Turns out were in the same industry (supposedly) — which really isn’t a surprise. I mean honestly, why can’t I meet a doctor in LA? Probably because they wouldn’t be caught dead walking the streets of North Hollywood, on a weekday night, and attempting to pick up on a young woman — especially if that woman happened to be me, because quite frankly, I am still convinced that I lack in the luck department.

We finally reached his stop, which thankfully was before mine. He asked how he could get a hold of me, you know, for work purposes (yeah, right). So I gave him my email address, which he attempted to memorize since neither of us had a pen.

I didn’t bother to correct him when he repeated it wrong. But, I’ll at least admit that it was interesting company for a couple blocks.

Oh yeah, and I’m having a movie night with “Joe” tonight. Bet you didn’t see that one coming….

Oh, The Irony.

My online subscription has officiallly ended — and naturally I would get flooded with emails today.

Son of a bitch! Sometimes I wish I wasn’t such a curious person (not really). But what I have learned from my two month long stint is that the chances of these emails being from someone I find interest in, are quite slim. But still…. what if? I can feel my credit card burning a hole in my pocket……

Wait, no!

Alright, so I know that I need to give every-day-life meeting-people-spontaneously a decent shot. Or just back off completely. You know, sometimes I still think that rock I was hiding under is a pretty fucking awesome place to be…. it was just simply easier.

I guess it is becoming quite clear that I am not really looking for/wanting/needing/(ready for) a relationship. I just want to meet people. I want to someday find myself in a situation where I meet this super kick ass friend, and then I have that epic “ah-ha!” moment one morning and realize that that friendship is evolving (rather than wanting to shrivel up and die over the thought of feeling stuck, suffocated, and criticized for all of eternity).

God, I watch way too many fucking movies.

I blame you, Disney.

What I do know, is that I need a bit of time to clear my head (and stop PMSing) and just forget about this whole thing for a bit. If after a couple weeks I decide to try again, sweet. If not, sweet.

Sweet.

Secrets Don’t Make Friends.

This was left in front of my door sometime this afternoon/early evening. Inside it has some sort of homemade chocolate candy. No note, no name, no nothing.

Weird.

Now, I can honestly say that none of the guys that I have met have been to my apartment, so there is no way that it could be from them. Also, unless you live in my building, you can’t exactly just walk in. So, then I thought that perhaps a neighbor left it, except that I haven’t really spoken to, or met, any of my neighbors other than during those awkward moments in the elevator — and even after thinking about those people, the chances of it being any of them is highly unlikely.

So, this is my conclusion:

1. Someone left this at my door by accident, and the poor fool who is actually trying to impress someone completely failed.

– or-

2. My neighbors are tired of me playing my music too loudly and are attempting to poison me.

But as random as this little incident is, it made me think about the entire “secret admirer” scenario (and this goes for both men and women). There are so many different (and better) ways to go about this. The gesture itself is close to hitting the mark, but you should really leave some sort of hint or indication that: A. it’s for the person. and B. that it’s not a delicious and chocolatey murder weapon. If you don’t know the person’s name, get creative and put something on it! How about “for the lovely lady”. Actually, scratch that since it’s equally creepy. But seriously, leaving an unmarked black box in front of my door makes me think “bomb threat” before “gesture of admiration”.

With that being said, I didn’t quite know what to do with it. I’m not comfortable with eating it, and I would feel like a complete ass if I took it when in actuality it was made for someone else. So, I decided on leaving it where it was, with a note asking “who are you?”. If it was a mistake, maybe they will realize it and give it to it’s rightful owner. If it is meant for me (with good intentions), well then I encourage you to try again. And hopefully I can meet you!

Or if it is someone that I do know…. well then I am just baffled. And incredibly curious.

New Year, Fresh Starts.

Well, it appears that 2012 is going to be the year of not wasting any time! Looks like this whole optimism thing is working out for me.

I already have a date. Tonight.

I’ve only been talking to this guy for a few days, so this should be interesting — and hopefully not in a bad way. If all fails…. at least I can say I had a date with a fireman.

Fuck yeah.

Face Your Fears.

Alright, so with 2012 literally just around the corner, I thought it was only appropriate to reevaluate a few things about my dating life (or lack of). I mean, yes, I am talking to “Joe” and it’s all dandy but let’s just say I want to know what it’s like to DATE. You know, like meet multiple people…. and without being such a puss about it. I’ve done the whole relationship thing and I just want to experience dating before I get stuck — I mean, locked up; no that’s not right either. I just want to date around before I fall in love again. I don’t think that is unreasonable.

My friend actually gave me an interesting challenge not too long ago: Go on two dates, with two different guys, on the same day.

Holy shit. Well that just seems impossible. I initially laughed at the proposition and I am still baffled over how she was able to pull that stunt off back in her dating days. I mean, not only was she able to score two free meals, she was actually able to get two different guys to show interest in her, and she didn’t completely butcher the situation by mixing up their names! But, then I thought about it: Why wouldn’t I be capable of such a thing? It would at least make a great story. So, I decided I’m going to be a little more open about this whole dating thing and not be so negative about it. And, since the website I am using decided to renew my subscription (actually I am just a dumbass and didn’t cancel before the automatic renewal) I am going to try to meet some new people. I have actually already started and started talking to a couple guys that seem nice. Maybe that two date thing isn’t impossible for me.

It has also been brought to my attention that I am just an intimidating and/or intense person, but it wasn’t until very recently that I actually realized my own antics. Ok, so I get it. But my thing is, a guy can either hang or he can’t. Right? I mean, if he actually tried and got through the walls I currently have up, he’d realize I’m actually a fantastic catch.
Which brings me to my second little New Years resolution: Work on those walls!

I know it’s not fair to have them up, but I am just protecting myself. And part of me just wants to meet a guy that cares enough to try and figure me out. Is that horribly selfish of me? Probably. But I can at least promise myself not to completely shut people out, and to fight the urge of running away a little better, when it’s obvious that someone is willing to at least try.

It’s probably just the holidays that are making me a little cynical. So let’s turn this frown upside down and make it into something positive: When all my friends are too busy sucking face with their significant others tonight at midnight, I call dibs on all their neglected champagne glasses!

Cheers to that!

Third Time’s The Charm

After much thought, and an obnoxiously large amount of deliberating, I decided that going on a third date with “Joe” would be a good idea.

I think I made the right decision.

But let’s back track for a second: I am not the best when it comes to dating. In fact it terrifies me. Yep, I’m one of those girls that found herself in back to back long relationships (cue sob story music for shitty ex boyfriends) and therefore have no real experience with actual “dating”. Then I went on my long overdue Miss Independent stomp across the greater Los Angeles area. And THEN I decided I was ready to maybe try out dating — only to result in a panic that crippled me to the floor so fast that I realized I was probably a little more damaged than I cared to admit. Ok, maybe not damaged, but much much much more cautious than I used to be. So when it came to date #3, I found myself in a bit of a battle against myself. Part of me wanted to run away and hide, and the other part of me was way too curious to let the opportunity pass me by. I also had my trusty girlfriend to remind me of how happy I was after our last date. What happened to that version of me?

So I left it up to him.

If he could remember that we talked about going out again, I would. But I wasn’t going to say a word about it. Sure enough, he remembered and asked me if I was still up for it, so I said sure.

Well, let’s just say this guy knows me pretty well for not really knowing me (and I am not even sure if he is aware of how spot on he is). City lights on a Monday night is more than enough to make me swoon a bit (ok, a lot). He even remembered to call me on my birthday, which resulted in a big goofy grin and my girl friends getting way over excited over seeing me smile about a guy.

And now, supposedly, he wants to take me snowboarding, where I am positive I will proceed to kill myself on the side of a mountain. Hopefully he doesn’t mind cleaning up the mess.

Tip #7: Actions speak louder than words. If you say you’re going to do something, do it. It might lead to a fun new adventure.

Good Question

I received a message with the most random question…. Therefore I knew you’d all love it:

Who wins in a fight Oprah Winfrey or Martha Stewart? Go!

Well, at first I wanted to say Oprah. But then I thought about it.

Martha Stewart. Without a doubt.

That crazy bitch went to prison.

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Seconds, Please.

On Friday night I had my second date with the guy I met online (I think this guy needs a nickname or something — let’s call him Joe).

So Joe picks me up from my place. I normally would have strongly advised against giving out my address, but I figured that if he turned out to be insane and began to stalk me, the security guard outside could totally kick his face in (however, this would be horribly unfortunate because I had a great time and I particularly like his face).

We had another awesome dinner and fun story swapping time, which is something that I really enjoy.

Tip #5: Guys — girls can be just as easily won over through their stomachs. Either that, or a pair of shoes (I wear a 6.5 *wink*).

Dinner was followed by one of the best comedy shows I have ever experienced at The Laugh Factory. To top it off, my favorite comedian, Russell Peters, just so happened to be one of the special guests, who ironically we were talking about just a couple hours before he graced the stage. I promptly had to make sure I hadn’t shit myself over this perfectly pleasant surprise (I didn’t — phew!). Joe couldn’t have planned it better himself, but I am sure he was enjoying the fact I went completely bonkers over the mere mention of Russell’s name by the host, and the 10 million brownie points that automatically resulted from this.

By the end of the night I felt completely spoiled. I’d say the chance of a third date is looking good. So, I guess we’ll see what happens…

Tip #6: If you can make a girl laugh enough (for the right reasons), she being up for another date is pretty much guaranteed.

 

 

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