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January 8, 2013 Dates Fifty-One & Fifty-Two – Smitten Kitten

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Sidebar: You wouldn’t believe the number of adorable photos of kittens you can find when you search “kittens in love“…  I’m impressed, and I’m not even a big fan of kittens.  Screw that, I love kittens.  Who doesn’t love kittens?  Horrible, horrible people.  I digress.

Smitten kitten, that’s me; MEOW!  I’ve spent much of my spare time recently either hanging with BLUSH (you met BLUSH here), helping BLUSH with some fun online projects or daydreaming about BLUSH.  I’m doomed!

Our epically long dates #51 and #52 included:

  • Eats at El Camino’s on Main (@el_caminos on Twitter).  Sunday brunch ends at 2:00 (bullshit)  Does anyone know how they make the Chickpea Fritas rectangular?  Curious…  Food was pretty decent, server was nice.
  • Eats at Pho Nhuan Vietnamese Beef Noodle Soup on Rupert.  Don’t order vegetarian pho; they put hair in it.
  • Sushi at Sushi Garden Japanese Restaurant on Kingsway.  Pretty fresh and fantastic.
  • Homemade popcorn a mi casa.  Loved learning how to make this.  Coconut oil & spices, #nomnomnom.
  • Canadian Tire.  Nothing says sexy like a flat tire.
  • YouTube surfing: Comedian Kev Hart (LOL), and a bunch of music videos including some of my favourites: Bloom by the Paper Kites (the lyrics get me every time!), Her Morning Elegance by Oren Lavie, and Halocene by Bon Iver.
  • Movie snuggling: If you haven’t seen Lars and the Real Girl, you must.  It’s a classic.  Who knew Ryan Gosling can sing!
  • 1 game of cribbage.  I got schooled.
  • 1 goodnight kiss!  BOOM!

So scary (and foreign) to feel so vulnerable.  But I’m game.

P.S. Trysting is tiring.  Gloriously, gloriously tiring.

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June 16, 2012 Date Twenty-Three – Swingers Club

Sorry to confuse you folks with another date out of order.  This is a date to replace another date that didn’t happen with Roo. He ended up being sketchy.

Date twenty-three with Pilot was not planned.  Pilot (meet Pilot here) had happened to be close by unkowingly and I still needed to take my dog out before bed.  I gave him some coordinates and a park where to meet.  15 minutes later, Pilot was charming the pants off my pup (no, she doesn’t really wear pants, don’t be ridiculous) and I was impressed.  We walked for blocks and blocks in the crisp air and talked a hundred different topics.  We returned to the park, and neither of us was ready to say goodnight.  We headed over to the swings and looked at the stars and talked and swung (swinged?) and talked and talked.  Well past midnight, we were both shivering and ready to call it a night.

I think he might have wanted to kiss me, but he didn’t.  I made the goodbye hug awkward and turned away; oops.  Super stoked to see Pilot again.  Waiting for the bubble to burst.  That kind of date encourages the mushy romance out of me.  I start to play my favourite love songs.  Enjoy:

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June 12, 2012 Date Twenty-Seven – Lucky Noodle Train

I introduced you all to Pilot last week (meet Pilot here) and he and I have been chatting via Match.com and text since then.  Our schedules were not panning out and it didn’t look like we would meet up until next weekend… patience isn’t my strong suit.  Long story short, we decided to spontaneously meet up late last night for a drink.

I rushed from meetings to the office to work to class to the date, and as I rushed to grab the Skytrain, I realized it was my lucky day… I was on the lucky noodle train!  Ok, maybe most people wouldn’t consider this a sign of luck at all.  My heart skipped a beat to ride on the noodle train, and maybe it gave me the confidence to walk into my date, palms sans sweat.  I seriously said to myself: “I’m on the lucky noodle train!”

Anyway, the date.  We met up at the Wolf and Hound at 3617 West Broadway.  I arrived first and texted: “Come in, turn right, I’m in the corner, in front of the giant Guinness rug”.  I offered a handshake (I’m a loser, I know).  He wasn’t up for a handshake and pulled me in for a hug.  He had a fresh showered man smell.  It was nice.

I hug on the first date.

Pilot intrigues me.  He’s got loads of cool sh*t about him that most guys would plaster all over their online dating profiles.  Instead, Pilot let me discover these tidbits in time, and I’m sure there’s way more where that came from.  We talked and laughed.  Conversation topics ranged from our favourite vacation spots, work, family to religion and marriage.  He made eye contact, touched my hands (not awkwardly) and picked up the tab.  All in all, rad date and I’m pretty sure there will be a second date on the horizon.  I’ll keep you all informed.

  • For those of you who want to have your noodle on a train (note, it doesn’t have to be noodles, any brand will work), here are the Transit Advertising Guidelines.
  • Lastly, if you haven’t had your dose of “cute baby kittens” lately, please say hello to this little guy.  He likes noodles too.

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August 10, 2011 I Don’t Like Nuts in my Mouth

As you might have seen in my I Scream! post, Hard Drive picked me up last night for Date Twenty-Four and we headed to La Casa Gelato, the amazing sorbetto/gelato/yogurt joint on Venables that boasts 218 flavours onsite.  If you haven’t been, you must.  Pros: Fun/Random tunes, they let you have as many samples as you like (this may be false, I’ve never tested this theory) and they’ve got cool flavours like Hot Pepper Fudge (way too hot), Coconut Curry and Dragonfruit.  Cons: They’re always packed and a little pricey (lucky for me, Hard Drive picked up the tab).

It didn’t surprise me that Hard Drive was allergic to nuts; it goes with the nerd territory, doesn’t it?  In his words:

“I don’t like nuts in my mouth”.

I’ll let you imagine my rebuttal.  Anyway, my all-time favourite flavour is chocolate peanut-butter.  I was uber sad when I walked in to see that chocolaty goodness with delicious sticky peanut-butter swirls behind the counter.  I may have drooled, just a little.  In fact, I might be drooling right now.  I looked at Hard Drive with sad eyes while I “eeny meeny miny moed” between the nuts and him.  Then, WHAM, best moment of the night!  Hard Drive pulls me in for a quick kiss in the middle of the store.  Awesome.  Totally unexpected.  Quick, descreet, but bold.  Awesome.  Therefore, I could eat the nuts because I got my kiss for the night.  Yeah right, I wasn’t ruining my chances for more later.  I chose chocolate créme de menthe.  He went with strawberry fudge.

We went outside and sat in the little Italian area they’ve got going on with flags (French colours though; I was confused) and twinkle lights and just enjoyed our gelato, flirted a little and talked about our own European travels.  The night didn’t stop there and we headed back to his place for some more, er, conversation.  My roommate was in bed by the time he took me home.  Still smiling.

Note: Did you know Eeny, meeny, miny, moe has its own Wikipedia page?

Twitter in this post:

  • La Casa Gelato: @lacasagelato

Have you ever wondered how to use an Epipen (commonly used for the emergency treatment of severe allergic reactions (anaphylaxis) caused by allergens, such as nuts)?  Here’s a great video:

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August 7, 2011 Date Twenty-One – Drop it Like it’s Hot

Drop It Like It’s Hot

Hard Drive and I had been chatting regularly via Facebook and Twitter and text and on Tuesday, we met up for a walk with my hounds in Trout Lake.  I normally wouldn’t consider this short spontaneous meet as a date but then again this morning, we did the same thing.  Therefore, two half-dates equal one real date: Date Twenty-One.

On Tuesday, I stopped by my neighbourhood Bubble Tea spot, Bubble Town on the NE corner of Fraser & Kingsway and picked us up some Bubble Teas.  Yum.  I hadn’t seen Hard Drive in a few months so it was nice to receive a warm hug and spend some time reacquainting ourselves.  Prior to our re-connect because of OKCupid, we had only known one another through work and IT help doesn’t always translate to a proper social exchange.

Above all else, Hard Drive makes me laugh.  My favourite moment was as we were walking up a dock on the eastside of the lake.  I have no idea where we were with our conversation but lean, pale, computer nerd Hard Drive comes out with:

“I don’t know if you this but, I am dropping it like it is hot, all the time.”

Priceless.  You’re totally like Snoop Dog, totally.

Note: Urban Dictionary does it again: Drop it like it’s hot.

Photo Note: If you dig the straw photo above, you must download TiltShift Generator.  My iPhone and I love it.

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August 7, 2011 Date Nineteen – A picnic both funny & punny!

Last week I took a chance and wrote Friends with Benefits, and Hard Drive reacted favourably and asked me out (happy face here).  You may also remember Hard Drive from Your Homepage or Mine, or Can you spell P-R-E-T-Z-E-L.

Short story: Our date was fantastic; one of the best.  I haven’t laughed that hard in a very, very long time.  I laughed until tears were streaming down my face, more than once.  I assured Hard Drive that I wasn’t laughing at him.  90% of the time, that was the truth.

Long Story: The plan was a picnic in the park and some Scrabble on Friday night.  Hard Drive picking me up from home was a nice change from meeting in public places, and the fact that he was a total gentleman (planned everything, opened car doors, poured the wine, etc) was a nice change from the norm.  We parked alongside Rupert Park and found a nice spot beside the baseball diamond.  I got out of the car, and Hard Drive pulled out THE CLUB.  You know, from the late 80’s early 90’s?  Awesome.  I laughed.  A lot.  Out loud.

In case you forget about The Club, or are looking for a great anti-theft-device, check out this video:

Hard Drive had packed pretzels and dip, some one-bite brownies (so good) and a bottle of white.  We played a game of Scrabble (I won, obviously) and we moved onto just chilling and chatting.  Chemistry was definitely there (a little hand-holding and footsies) but not so much to be comfortable with a first kiss, which I blurted out: “I’m totally cool with what’s going on here, but I’d rather you not go in for a kiss if you were thinking it”.  Was that mean?  I suppose I should be embarassed if he wasn’t thinking of a kiss, but I was pretty sure that’s where he wanted it to go next…  Hmmm…  Anyway, that awkward moment passed and we were there till midnight talking about everything under the sun/moon.

As an aside, I feel embarrassed to admit that even a full decade past high school, coolness still somewhat seems to be of concern to me.  I hope it’s not at all a deciding factor, but Hard Drive is so far from the guys I ever would have dated in the past.  However, I had a kickass night, and what do I know?  Obviously my “type” hasn’t proven successful yet.

After he dropped me off, I shot him a quick text:

ME: I had a really great night.  Thank you for putting the evening together.  So nice.

Hard Drive: Me too.  You’re such a nice, kind person.  Thanks for the good convo and laughs! xo

I got an “xo”!  Can you spell G-I-D-D-Y?

Note to Hard Drive: According to the online Hasbro Scrabble Dictionary, O-V-O is not a word.  Q-U-I-D-S however, is.


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