Monday, September 21, 2009

Date #26 - Garrett

Much akin to Rachel Ray's 30 minute meals, this speedy round was Lily's Wham-Bam Meet-Em and Loose-Em edition.

He finds me via the internet and sends me an email. Super nice guy. Really generic, but very nice. Get the feeling he's a bit scared of this whole online dating thing, but whatdahell, he's kinda cute.

I am chatting with him online on a Saturday evening, me and laundry hanging out, Garrett and his towel hanging out (just got outta the shower, he claims). I bully him into meeting me for a drink in Santa Monica. Now. He stumbles a bit. Now? Yeah, now. You scared of me? Of course he can't admit he's scared of me, but he's scared of me. We meet at Busby's on Santa Monica Blvd.

Pros
  • Just as I imagined, ridiculously nice.
  • Just as I imagined, very scared. Or if I were to use a kinder word, shy.
  • He bought me a beer. Hooray for chivalry!
  • Can play some b-ball. He goes to the gym over by the Magic Johnson theater and can hang with the boys. They respect the little white boy. He can shoot 3 pointers.
  • Likes to read. And write. Good. He can speak the English.
Cons
  • Conversation did not floweth. It halted a bit, froze a bit, was awkward a bit, was fluid a bit. Overall, okay. And it was mostly ME of course who greased the wheels to make it run.
  • Seemed really surprised when I told him I read Fight Club and Bourne Identity. I could practically see in his eyes, what? A girl who reads man-books? It wasn't really a con per se, but just thought it was weird that he thought it was weird. You dig?
  • He seemed kind of boring. Like.... plain oatmeal. No cream added, no honey added, no raisins either. Just plain old oatmeal. I want an ice cream sundae, not oatmeal.
  • Post-date online chatting, he suggested we cuddle. Cuddle = bodies touching = hands roaming = sex. Sigh. Comon dude, be more of a gentleman!!! (Still, the chastity belt remains on!!)
So all-in-all, he was an okay guy, but no chemistry on my end. How could you ignite a spark with oatmeal? Your flame would just fizzle.

And just like that, I blocked him on chat so I wouldn't have to deal with him anymore. Sorry kiddo, don't have the patience nor the desire to make you feel better about yourself. You done fucked up. ;)

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