Okay, I may have just been on the best first date EVER. Yes, it stems from my mini-speed dating experience, but WHATEVER.
So, Superman and I completely hit it off at the speed dating, and rather than waiting for Professionals in the City to weigh in on whether we were a match, we just exchanged emails. After a couple of emails, he makes the comment that it feels like we're passing notes in class. My response: "When I passed notes in class, I folded them into little t-shirts." The next day, I get an invitation titled "psst--pass this to Julie." He had created a picture (Superman is a graphic designer) of a notebook paper t-shirt that said "I think you're cute. Do you wanna go to dinner with me?" with a checkbox indicating yes or no. WHO could resist such an invitation? Obviously, I said yes.
Thursday was the big night, with a dinner at Mei Wah planned (after telling me he was gastronomically adventurous, he suggested Chinese). We met at 7:00. At around 10:00, after enduring literally hours of waiter glares, we decided that perhaps we should move to greener pastures--Kramerbooks for dessert. Again, chatted for hours. About everything. Corn flavored condoms (a given with me), thinking in colors, living in the city vs living in the suburbs, birds chirping in the morning, pulling all nighters in college, Pixar movies, you name it.
Finally, at 1:00 AM, we could no longer ignore the people sweeping the floors, balancing the tills, turning off all the lights in the store. Or our ever-increasing need to sleep. So, we finally left for the metro, which was--HAHA--closed. This poor boy had to charter a taxi to Alexandria--no fun task. We flag down a taxi, and he asks for a good night kiss. Given that I just spent the last several hours actively restraining myself from grabbing his face over the dessert table and planting a big, wet one on him, I was only too happy to oblige.
And there went the taxi.
But, it's Dupont, so we were able to find another without too much fuss (although obviously with some more kissing in between), and I made my way home. I could have floated, but given the hour and the temperature, I opted for the taxi, instead.
There was no point. I don't think I got to sleep that night until 3:00, anyway.
Saturday, November 10, 2007
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Because I Can (and My Friends Can't)
Things married people generally can't do:
1) Move abroad in 5 weeks
2) Be apathetic about unemployment
3) Speed date
In my quest to fully enjoy being single, I have finally accomplished number 3. An events service in DC has a speed dating event something like every Tuesday, and I finally decided that that would be a fantastic way to jump start my dating life.
And a jump start it was! Speed dating is just like it is in the movies (although, sadly, Will Smith did not make an appearance)--women on the outside of the circle, men on the inside, men rotate. Make the men work for it, that's what I always say. You talk for 4 minutes--which truly is enough time for a basic screening--and then the men move on. You write down each name on a sheet and put an "x" next to "interested" or "uninterested," so that mutually interested people can contact each other.
You get kind of a typical assortment of people--some fairly cool people, some young people, some old people, some scary people. Well, I don't know if the women ran the full gamut, but the men certainly did. There were, I think, 7 men (and 7 women). I've been contacted by 5, I think, so far. Not bad odds.
Actually, not only have I been contacted several times, but I've actually already had my first date! As I left the event, I left with a guy that I particularly hit it off with, and he confided that he had marked "interested" for me. I was delighted, as he was the one guy in the joint that I actually was hoping would mark "interested" for me, and we walked together for a few blocks before we parted ways.
I crossed the street and found yet another guy I had met at the evening, and he and I started chatting. After a couple of minutes, he mentioned that he was hungry and invited me to dinner (we were standing right outside a restaurant). I accepted, and we had a great time chatting over Ethiopian food. It turns out that he has an MPH (and he knows what epidemiology means, which leads me to believe that he's telling me the truth), he's interested in travel, and he doesn't like spicy food. A great match! I won't mention that I think he's 24 and lives with his parents. After all, these are just hypotheses of mine.
So, that was my evening. The only downside (and it's hardly a downside) is that I didn't get home early enough to put my hair in curlers for Halloween. Whatever; I didn't win the costume contest, anyway. Much more profitable to go on my date!
1) Move abroad in 5 weeks
2) Be apathetic about unemployment
3) Speed date
In my quest to fully enjoy being single, I have finally accomplished number 3. An events service in DC has a speed dating event something like every Tuesday, and I finally decided that that would be a fantastic way to jump start my dating life.
And a jump start it was! Speed dating is just like it is in the movies (although, sadly, Will Smith did not make an appearance)--women on the outside of the circle, men on the inside, men rotate. Make the men work for it, that's what I always say. You talk for 4 minutes--which truly is enough time for a basic screening--and then the men move on. You write down each name on a sheet and put an "x" next to "interested" or "uninterested," so that mutually interested people can contact each other.
You get kind of a typical assortment of people--some fairly cool people, some young people, some old people, some scary people. Well, I don't know if the women ran the full gamut, but the men certainly did. There were, I think, 7 men (and 7 women). I've been contacted by 5, I think, so far. Not bad odds.
Actually, not only have I been contacted several times, but I've actually already had my first date! As I left the event, I left with a guy that I particularly hit it off with, and he confided that he had marked "interested" for me. I was delighted, as he was the one guy in the joint that I actually was hoping would mark "interested" for me, and we walked together for a few blocks before we parted ways.
I crossed the street and found yet another guy I had met at the evening, and he and I started chatting. After a couple of minutes, he mentioned that he was hungry and invited me to dinner (we were standing right outside a restaurant). I accepted, and we had a great time chatting over Ethiopian food. It turns out that he has an MPH (and he knows what epidemiology means, which leads me to believe that he's telling me the truth), he's interested in travel, and he doesn't like spicy food. A great match! I won't mention that I think he's 24 and lives with his parents. After all, these are just hypotheses of mine.
So, that was my evening. The only downside (and it's hardly a downside) is that I didn't get home early enough to put my hair in curlers for Halloween. Whatever; I didn't win the costume contest, anyway. Much more profitable to go on my date!
Saturday, October 20, 2007
Back on the wagon
I've done it--I've officially signed up (and paid for!) the Halloween 4-minute dating experience courtesy of Professionals in the City. Hopefully, more food and fun to come... Now, I just have to figure out what to wear! :)
Monday, October 1, 2007
Sneaky!
I've decided that Mormon #1 is very sneaky.
We were in choir practice (there's something really wrong with this), and I was sitting next to Mormon #1--he sings bass, I was singing soprano. Another bass comes in and sits in the 3rd row, and I inform this new guy that the choir director is likely to want him to sit in the second row (between Mormon #1 and me). He declines because "he doesn't want to interrupt anything," at which point Mormon #1 says, "We wouldn't do anything here, in public," to which I add, "Certainly not in the chapel." Mormon #1 and I cackle in the back, while the choir director is trying to maintain order (just for a bit more weirdness, Mormon #1 is actually dating the choir director, albeit inexclusively).
So, Mormon #1 gives me a ride home after choir practice--a mercy, given that it was fast Sunday, and I hadn't eaten anything yet. As we're driving into the city, he tells me that he had this image from choir practice that he was having trouble getting out of his head--that of scoring a little "necmo" with me. For those of you who don't know, "necmo" is NCMO, and it stands for "non-committal make-out," and I haven't heard this term since college. I can't believe someone used that term around me. Anyway.
Just to clarify, while I did invite him to stay for my dinner/break-fasting meal, and we hung out for a couple of hours, THERE WAS NO NECMO. I just want to make that clear. He did, however, as he was leaving, say that he intended to score some with me at some point.
So, here's my take: if we're going out on little tete-a-tetes to see the Mets (hee hee--that rhymes) and we're also making out, how does that constitute not dating? I say that's looking for a loophole.
On the other hand, the Big B has been remarkably reclusive lately. I think I may need a new make-out buddy. What to do, what to do?
We were in choir practice (there's something really wrong with this), and I was sitting next to Mormon #1--he sings bass, I was singing soprano. Another bass comes in and sits in the 3rd row, and I inform this new guy that the choir director is likely to want him to sit in the second row (between Mormon #1 and me). He declines because "he doesn't want to interrupt anything," at which point Mormon #1 says, "We wouldn't do anything here, in public," to which I add, "Certainly not in the chapel." Mormon #1 and I cackle in the back, while the choir director is trying to maintain order (just for a bit more weirdness, Mormon #1 is actually dating the choir director, albeit inexclusively).
So, Mormon #1 gives me a ride home after choir practice--a mercy, given that it was fast Sunday, and I hadn't eaten anything yet. As we're driving into the city, he tells me that he had this image from choir practice that he was having trouble getting out of his head--that of scoring a little "necmo" with me. For those of you who don't know, "necmo" is NCMO, and it stands for "non-committal make-out," and I haven't heard this term since college. I can't believe someone used that term around me. Anyway.
Just to clarify, while I did invite him to stay for my dinner/break-fasting meal, and we hung out for a couple of hours, THERE WAS NO NECMO. I just want to make that clear. He did, however, as he was leaving, say that he intended to score some with me at some point.
So, here's my take: if we're going out on little tete-a-tetes to see the Mets (hee hee--that rhymes) and we're also making out, how does that constitute not dating? I say that's looking for a loophole.
On the other hand, the Big B has been remarkably reclusive lately. I think I may need a new make-out buddy. What to do, what to do?
Friday, August 31, 2007
A date?
So, I'm not sure, but I think I may have just been on a date.
Now, I've kind of been on hiatus--I went home for my brother's wedding, caught my sister-in-laws bouquet, and decided that I'd better back off and not tempt fate, lest I see the bouquet's promise brought to fruition.
Scary thought.
So, I put myself "on the shelf," as my friend Gina likes to call it. Of course I visit the Big B, but that hardly counts. Stopped calling the Nigerian, broke it off with Mormon #1, and Mormon #2 has taken to avoiding me in church, so that was easy.
Mormon #1 and I are still pretty good friends--he took me out for my birthday, even while I was on the shelf, and we chat every week in church. So, when he emailed me today and asked what I was up to, I was more than happy to go with him to a baseball game (this is our regular date, apparently).
So, we went to the Nationals/Giants game (Nationals lost--why do I always end up cheering for the losing team?) and had an awesome time. I'm finding that now that I'm no longer dating him, I'm so much more comfortable with Mormon #1! But then he said something about us being on a date. And while I get that we're not "dating," so I didn't need to panic, it did throw me into some sort of weird ambiguity.
I decided to ignore it. I deal with many of life's inconsistencies that way. It works very well for me.
But, we still had a great time--date or not--and I love hanging out with him. I didn't even feel the need to call the Big B afterwards, even though he was clearly home. Go me. My life, my shelf.
Now, I've kind of been on hiatus--I went home for my brother's wedding, caught my sister-in-laws bouquet, and decided that I'd better back off and not tempt fate, lest I see the bouquet's promise brought to fruition.
Scary thought.
So, I put myself "on the shelf," as my friend Gina likes to call it. Of course I visit the Big B, but that hardly counts. Stopped calling the Nigerian, broke it off with Mormon #1, and Mormon #2 has taken to avoiding me in church, so that was easy.
Mormon #1 and I are still pretty good friends--he took me out for my birthday, even while I was on the shelf, and we chat every week in church. So, when he emailed me today and asked what I was up to, I was more than happy to go with him to a baseball game (this is our regular date, apparently).
So, we went to the Nationals/Giants game (Nationals lost--why do I always end up cheering for the losing team?) and had an awesome time. I'm finding that now that I'm no longer dating him, I'm so much more comfortable with Mormon #1! But then he said something about us being on a date. And while I get that we're not "dating," so I didn't need to panic, it did throw me into some sort of weird ambiguity.
I decided to ignore it. I deal with many of life's inconsistencies that way. It works very well for me.
But, we still had a great time--date or not--and I love hanging out with him. I didn't even feel the need to call the Big B afterwards, even though he was clearly home. Go me. My life, my shelf.
Saturday, July 14, 2007
Mormon Boy #2
I think I may have just had the best date ever. I think I need to date more Mormon boys--the effort they put into dating is astounding!
This was a spectacularly well thought-out date. No catching dinner and a movie here; no, reservations were made at a Chinese restaurant, followed by a superb concert. Dinner was lovely (I'm not sure I've ever been on a date that involved a dinner RESERVATION), but the concert was AWESOME. It was the a band from my hometown, accompanied by the Baltimore Symphony Orchestra. Phenomenal. I stood up, clapped my hands, bopped around, all that jazz. Fantastic.
Otherwise, the date was pleasant. I'll be curious to see whether the boy in question will ask me out again. He and I are extremely different--he's far more conservative than I am and is pretty unafraid of judgement. I'm the queen of liberal, non-judgemental types (except on thoroughly petty issues like sense of rhythm), so there was a certain disconnect. But, we certainly had a nice time, and this boy is wicked-smart. I'm amazed by how much random stuff he just knows--it's pretty awesome.
But he made RESERVATIONS.
This was a spectacularly well thought-out date. No catching dinner and a movie here; no, reservations were made at a Chinese restaurant, followed by a superb concert. Dinner was lovely (I'm not sure I've ever been on a date that involved a dinner RESERVATION), but the concert was AWESOME. It was the a band from my hometown, accompanied by the Baltimore Symphony Orchestra. Phenomenal. I stood up, clapped my hands, bopped around, all that jazz. Fantastic.
Otherwise, the date was pleasant. I'll be curious to see whether the boy in question will ask me out again. He and I are extremely different--he's far more conservative than I am and is pretty unafraid of judgement. I'm the queen of liberal, non-judgemental types (except on thoroughly petty issues like sense of rhythm), so there was a certain disconnect. But, we certainly had a nice time, and this boy is wicked-smart. I'm amazed by how much random stuff he just knows--it's pretty awesome.
But he made RESERVATIONS.
Tuesday, July 3, 2007
Yet More
Okay, dating is now officially exhausting. I had, what, two dates last week? Yup, two. And my lesson there: I need to learn to be more opinionated BEFORE I actually go on the date to ensure a pleasant evening.
Don't get me wrong--both were pleasant. One with the Mormon and another with the Nigerian. But I may have done well to have told the Mormon that I really don't enjoy pool.
Well, it's been a while since I've played, and I have a vague memory of enjoying going out to pool bar once. Granted, that was once, long ago, and with a pretty good sized group of friends, so there was no actual playing on my part--I just danced around the pool table to Rammstein and Metallica. Good times.
This time around I was not so fortunate--we went to a sports bar in I don't even know where except that it wasn't metro-accessible. I think I suffered through three games of pool before I decided that I needed to not fake it anymore. I enjoy watching people play pool, so I sat down and watched for a little while before we left, but I really should know at this point in my life that I don't enjoy playing. I decided that our next date would be a screening of Harry Potter--now THAT'S something I'll enjoy.
The date with the Nigerian was a little better. After my really mortifying faux pas, one could only improve. Well, I was still horribly rude and a half hour late--I had made arrangements to meet someone from church beforehand, expecting that we wouldn't have much to say to each other and it would be quick. I was wrong--we were fast friends and chatted for several hours, including part of the time I was supposed to be on my date.
But, I got to my date, we ate some tasty Thai food and walked the length of DC from U Street to the Mayflower Hotel. I'm a little suspicious that he could go into such a nice bar and order a rum and coke--I'm a little suspicious of men who don't drink beer or bourbon--if they drink alcohol, anyway. I don't know why. But girly drinks notwithstanding, we had another evening of amusing conversation where I learned that when he was little he beat up a girl over a doll. Needless to say, that continues to come up.
I've since been asked out by yet ANOTHER Mormon boy. How can I juggle so many men? Last week, I got a fortune cookie that said "Lovers in triangle not on square." Luckily, I'm not in a lover's triangle--more like a pentagon! So, I guess I'm safe.
Don't get me wrong--both were pleasant. One with the Mormon and another with the Nigerian. But I may have done well to have told the Mormon that I really don't enjoy pool.
Well, it's been a while since I've played, and I have a vague memory of enjoying going out to pool bar once. Granted, that was once, long ago, and with a pretty good sized group of friends, so there was no actual playing on my part--I just danced around the pool table to Rammstein and Metallica. Good times.
This time around I was not so fortunate--we went to a sports bar in I don't even know where except that it wasn't metro-accessible. I think I suffered through three games of pool before I decided that I needed to not fake it anymore. I enjoy watching people play pool, so I sat down and watched for a little while before we left, but I really should know at this point in my life that I don't enjoy playing. I decided that our next date would be a screening of Harry Potter--now THAT'S something I'll enjoy.
The date with the Nigerian was a little better. After my really mortifying faux pas, one could only improve. Well, I was still horribly rude and a half hour late--I had made arrangements to meet someone from church beforehand, expecting that we wouldn't have much to say to each other and it would be quick. I was wrong--we were fast friends and chatted for several hours, including part of the time I was supposed to be on my date.
But, I got to my date, we ate some tasty Thai food and walked the length of DC from U Street to the Mayflower Hotel. I'm a little suspicious that he could go into such a nice bar and order a rum and coke--I'm a little suspicious of men who don't drink beer or bourbon--if they drink alcohol, anyway. I don't know why. But girly drinks notwithstanding, we had another evening of amusing conversation where I learned that when he was little he beat up a girl over a doll. Needless to say, that continues to come up.
I've since been asked out by yet ANOTHER Mormon boy. How can I juggle so many men? Last week, I got a fortune cookie that said "Lovers in triangle not on square." Luckily, I'm not in a lover's triangle--more like a pentagon! So, I guess I'm safe.
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