For those of you who are wondering why there were no new posts on Wednesday and Thursday of this week, and why there is no bad date tip of the week today, let me explain:
I am in graduate school.
Next week, I have a whole set of excellent dating adventures from my own life lined up for your enjoyment.
The end.
Friday, March 13, 2009
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Creepy Weird Clueless: Part 2
Friday evening came. I was in my apartment alone and contemplating not answering the door, and leaving my phone on the kitchen table, in view from the front window, and not answering that either while hiding in my room. But I was too nice, and answered the door.
We got in his car and he informed me that he needed to stop at the bank inside Albertsons to make a withdrawal. He parked in the Albertsons parking lot and went in, I stayed in the car - contemplating if I should get out of the car and run like mad. But again, I was too nice to ditch out and I stayed.
Next we went to his apartment and made a cake for the group date, but he didn't have any frosting, so it was plain cake in a metal pan. Actually he made the cake, while I sat in the living room watching TV with his roomate. After that we got in his car and drove to his work. He worked for some medical transportation company, they would drive old people from their home to the hospital and back. He told me that he needed to pick up a patient and take her home. He got the keys to the big work van and we got in. We drove to the hospital where we waited for half an hour for the old lady to finish dialysis. When she was done, he wheeled her out to the van and loaded and buckled her in. He introduced us, slightly awkward. We drove to her house and I sat in the van as he unloaded her and took her in. We drove back to his work to switch back to his car.
Now the date actually begins. We drove to Devin's house, the guy who put together the group date. We brought the cake in, and everyone thought it was so weird and they just put it aside. We ate pizza and played card games, after which we went downstairs to watch a Halloween movie. As soon as the lights went out he was all over me; trying to cuddle with me, laying on my lap, sitting so uncomfortably close. I painstakingly waited for the movie to finish. When we were leaving he noticed no one ate the cake so he cut half of out and left it for everyone to eat later. We got in the car and he proceeded to drive me home.
We get to my apartment, he opens my car door, I step out and he tells me to bring up the cake so we can eat some. We get into my apartment, none of my roommates are home. Steve and I sat at the table talking for a long time. I really wanted him to leave so I stopped talking as much, giving as short as possible answers hoping he would get the hint. Nope. One of my roommates finally came home, but went straight to her room and closed the door. Thanks for the privacy. I stood up and walked towards the door, Steven followed, but then stopped to continue blabbing.
After a while of that I finally opened the door and went outside, he sat on the steps and continued to talk my ear off, forever. Like he was stalling cause he probably wanted to kiss me or something. Sick. Finally I just told him that I had to get up really early the next morning (which was a complete lie). So he hugged me and left.
A few days later he called and invited me to do something, to which I declined and told him I was too busy (complete lie, I learned my lesson the hard way). The next few days he continued to call, all of which I ignored and did not answer. After a few weeks he quit calling. Fast forward to New Years Eve. I was out shopping with my roommate, and guess who calls, Steve. Of course I did not answer. He left a message asking what I was doing and wishing me a Happy New Year. Whatever, he wanted a New Years kiss and he wasn't getting one.
A while later I was talking with Carrie (who knew the whole date story and phone calls). She told me that Steve had talked to Doug saying, "I totally don't understand why she's not answering, I thought our first date went so well". Doug then informed him of his wrongs. Hopfully Steve has learned his lesson.
We got in his car and he informed me that he needed to stop at the bank inside Albertsons to make a withdrawal. He parked in the Albertsons parking lot and went in, I stayed in the car - contemplating if I should get out of the car and run like mad. But again, I was too nice to ditch out and I stayed.
Next we went to his apartment and made a cake for the group date, but he didn't have any frosting, so it was plain cake in a metal pan. Actually he made the cake, while I sat in the living room watching TV with his roomate. After that we got in his car and drove to his work. He worked for some medical transportation company, they would drive old people from their home to the hospital and back. He told me that he needed to pick up a patient and take her home. He got the keys to the big work van and we got in. We drove to the hospital where we waited for half an hour for the old lady to finish dialysis. When she was done, he wheeled her out to the van and loaded and buckled her in. He introduced us, slightly awkward. We drove to her house and I sat in the van as he unloaded her and took her in. We drove back to his work to switch back to his car.
Now the date actually begins. We drove to Devin's house, the guy who put together the group date. We brought the cake in, and everyone thought it was so weird and they just put it aside. We ate pizza and played card games, after which we went downstairs to watch a Halloween movie. As soon as the lights went out he was all over me; trying to cuddle with me, laying on my lap, sitting so uncomfortably close. I painstakingly waited for the movie to finish. When we were leaving he noticed no one ate the cake so he cut half of out and left it for everyone to eat later. We got in the car and he proceeded to drive me home.
We get to my apartment, he opens my car door, I step out and he tells me to bring up the cake so we can eat some. We get into my apartment, none of my roommates are home. Steve and I sat at the table talking for a long time. I really wanted him to leave so I stopped talking as much, giving as short as possible answers hoping he would get the hint. Nope. One of my roommates finally came home, but went straight to her room and closed the door. Thanks for the privacy. I stood up and walked towards the door, Steven followed, but then stopped to continue blabbing.
After a while of that I finally opened the door and went outside, he sat on the steps and continued to talk my ear off, forever. Like he was stalling cause he probably wanted to kiss me or something. Sick. Finally I just told him that I had to get up really early the next morning (which was a complete lie). So he hugged me and left.
A few days later he called and invited me to do something, to which I declined and told him I was too busy (complete lie, I learned my lesson the hard way). The next few days he continued to call, all of which I ignored and did not answer. After a few weeks he quit calling. Fast forward to New Years Eve. I was out shopping with my roommate, and guess who calls, Steve. Of course I did not answer. He left a message asking what I was doing and wishing me a Happy New Year. Whatever, he wanted a New Years kiss and he wasn't getting one.
A while later I was talking with Carrie (who knew the whole date story and phone calls). She told me that Steve had talked to Doug saying, "I totally don't understand why she's not answering, I thought our first date went so well". Doug then informed him of his wrongs. Hopfully Steve has learned his lesson.
Monday, March 9, 2009
Creepy Weird Clueless: Part 1
My freshman year of college I lived in an apartment south of campus. I had a couple of friends that still lived at home; they attended their stake singles institute. I had gone with them a few times during the summer and enjoyed it. October came around and the stake institute was having a Halloween party up the canyon in a huge cabin, combined with a few other stake singles institutes. My friends Carrie and Ellen invited me to come along. So we all went up to the cabin for the party, me, Carrie, Ellen, Doug (Carrie's brother), and Doug's girl friend Hannah. We were all having fun and enjoying ourselves. It was a really big cabin so sometimes we were split up. At one point I was separated from my friends for a little while.
When I met up with Carrie and Ellen again, this new guy Steve was with them. He seemed really (really really) friendly. I assumed he was a friend of Carrie, or Carrie's older brother, otherwise I probably wouldn't have talked to him. By the end of the night Steve got my number. Party ended, I went home. I found out that Carrie didn't know him, but he was kind of friends with Doug. A week or two later I got a phone call, it was Steve. Here's how the conversation went:
Me: "Hello?
Steve: "Hey it's me Steve, how are you?"
Me: "Good, how are you doing?"
St: "Oh I'm great. Hey I was wondering, are you doing anything Friday? My friend is setting up a group date and I'd like to take you."
Me: "Nope not doing anything on Friday, that sounds fun, I'll go."
St: "Oh great! I'm so relieved, you're like the sixth girl I've asked"
Me: "....heh..."
I should've told him right then that I remembered that I really did have something on Friday (when in actuality I didn't) just so I could have gotten out of the date that was reeking of potential awesome badness.
When I met up with Carrie and Ellen again, this new guy Steve was with them. He seemed really (really really) friendly. I assumed he was a friend of Carrie, or Carrie's older brother, otherwise I probably wouldn't have talked to him. By the end of the night Steve got my number. Party ended, I went home. I found out that Carrie didn't know him, but he was kind of friends with Doug. A week or two later I got a phone call, it was Steve. Here's how the conversation went:
Me: "Hello?
Steve: "Hey it's me Steve, how are you?"
Me: "Good, how are you doing?"
St: "Oh I'm great. Hey I was wondering, are you doing anything Friday? My friend is setting up a group date and I'd like to take you."
Me: "Nope not doing anything on Friday, that sounds fun, I'll go."
St: "Oh great! I'm so relieved, you're like the sixth girl I've asked"
Me: "....heh..."
I should've told him right then that I remembered that I really did have something on Friday (when in actuality I didn't) just so I could have gotten out of the date that was reeking of potential awesome badness.
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