09.21.04 - 11:37 a.m.
for anyone's amusement.... my dating life...
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Date: Mon Sep 20, 2004 10:48:38 America/Montreal
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Subject: dating in quebec!
Renaude, patrick:
I need to vent about dating in quebec, please bear with me for a minute...
my date went OK, i mean, it wasn't as horrible at the end of it as it was at the beginning, and i was beginning to think, hey, maybe if he is just nervous he won't be so bad. (NOTE TO SELF: IF THE TERM "NOT SO BAD.." IS RUNNING THROUGH YOUR MIND DURING A DATE, SHAKE YOURSELF SOUNDLY AND LEAVE)... he was an 'ultra-adjuster' type, you know, everything i said i liked, all of a sudden, he thought he liked too... but by the end of the date i was thinking that maybe that was just because he was nervous, and he would be cool once he loosened up. (NOTE TO SELF: ALWAYS BELIEVE FIRST INSTINCT) i said i "wouldn't mind" seeing him again "sometime".... what follows is part of the email he sent me the next day:
".........The other major part of me is the dreaming part (witch, wish) wich I am able to use when I sit down and do a little thinking, whole movies can be created in my mind in a few short minutes :-). Sometimes they are in black & white with U2 on the soundtrack of course :-). I do not dream of money or big cars, I dream of moments like we had yesterday. In that pub, all around us there where people talking very loud, lots of movement but nothing was getting my attention from you. The way you looked at me, the way you smiled, the way you played with your hair. All of this is recorded in my mind and will never go away. Lets just say that I want to do a lot more recording with you. You have that certain ingredient that makes me want to come back for more......"
I know I'm slightly 'commitment-shy', and i hate guys quoting sensitive-guy-artsy-crap at me, because it always sounds kinda fake to me, but after one date, you should really make sure the girl is definitely on the same page before you send her shit like this... but it continued...read on:
"........I know this is very very very early but I had a proposition for you. At work I am in the ''club des cadres'' I pay a certain fee per year to be in that club wich gives us lots of fun activities all trought the year. On the weekend of the 20th of november there is an activity in Charlevoix. We could take Autocar deluxe, go to Charlevoix, Casino, Hottub, swimming pool. I do not even know if I can reserve anymore because the deadline was supposed to be on friday, but if you are interested on going (for sure :-)) I could check tommorow to try to reserve for the two of us. Francine(cool old lady) would be there also, she speaks english. I am sure we could have a good weekend there...."
now, my dear friends...my questions are : Who the fuck is francine? Why are you asking me to spend the WEEKEND with you (and francine apparently) TWO MONTHS FROM NOW, when we have just had a FIRST DATE.... you know what is supposed to follow the first date? asking for a second date sometime in the next week or so. not a weekend away two months from now. arrggggghhhhhhhhh!
In the past month or so I have been subjected to the following in my new "I'm open to new experiences" dating perspective:
a) talking about the ex-girlfriend and the details of the breakup for 45 minutes straight on a first date
b) decide after a first !casual! cup of coffee that you should "sweep me away" for a weekend in charlevoix in two months time (because something in my biologist demeanor screams "i wanna go gamble")
c)make up songs about me and leave them on my answering machine,
d) leave sexual details of what he thought I was thinking about (it was a beer! i was thinking "i wonder if they have nachos at the bar?") on my answering machine,
and e) start critiquing my body IN FRONT OF ME on the first date "wow, you're smaller than i originally thought you were" (what, was i bloating when i met him?).
ok, i admit it, c) was funny from a 'invite your friends over to hear it' kinda of way.
ok, i am DONE with dating in quebec, I am no longer interested in new experiences, I am scarred from the ones I've had, I am the groundhog of dating, I stuck my head up, i looked around, what I saw scared me, I'm going back into hibernation again for the next while...
patrick; ryan's number is 692-****.. renaude; we have to go dancing at that bar (name?name?) we went to the other weekend; the grunge music was good (reminded me of my youth!), there were no yuppies, and boys who didn't grope me on contact was somewhat reassuring, like natural selection hasn't weeded out all those in our age group....time to do a trawl for men, but not for picking up, just to restore some desperately needed faith...i just wanna look, not play with.
ciao! and thanks for listening to the anglo girl vent.....
A-M
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