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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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July 28, 2011 Date Seventeen – Worlds Collide

Did you read about Two-Step?  He’s here.

We met hella early this morning for breakfast at Sorry Babushka on Commercial Drive (formerly Me and Julio; moved to new ownership in April).  They’ve got an amazing $2.99 breakfast; watch out Bon’s Off Broadway, you’ve got competition!  The ambiance was equal parts chill and quirky and the service was great.

As I shared before, Two-Step and I met on eHarmony, and then moved into a Textual Relationship.  As we discussed our options via text, Sorry Babushka came into play.  Two-Step did his research (nice) and let me know about the $2.99 breakfast.  I replied cleverly “Then breakfast is on me.  You can take the second date.”  He lol’d.

Fast forward to this morning.  Two-Step boldly asked me to pay for both my $2.99 breakfast AND his eggs benny.  I’m all for equality but I was getting used to this gentleman pays for the first date thing.  However, he did say he would cover the second date: dinner or something.  Meh, I’m happy.

It was actually a really pleasant morning.  Two-Step is incredibly cultured, good-hearted and educated.  He has ambition, a love of family and a sense of humor.  Conversation was warm and comfortable, and flirtation/banter intermittent.  It was nice.  BUT, we made some discoveries in people in common [KABOOM, worlds collide].  A little scary when you think you’re meeting someone independent of your real life.  Not that I’m any different dating, but you know, it’s weird.

Note: Just checked, we have 11 mutual Facebook friends.

So folks, I sat there at breakfast with a smile on my face.  Some of the guys I’ve dated have been questionable through this journey.  But with Two-Step I thought to myself: “Self, yes this is the kind of guy I might work with.”

Even if he is a tad short.

Pending second date.

He is so paying.

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June 27, 2011 Why I’m Too Old for Plenty of Fish…

A twenty-year-old tried to strike up a conversation with me.  He asked how my day went.  I said great, but it was a long day.  He replied with this:

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June 25, 2011 Trouble with a Capital “T” – The Kid

I can’t be blamed…  He started it!

It was late at night, and I was just perusing Plenty of Fish (PoF) when a cutie popped up and requested to chat.  I looked over his profile and he seemed harmless enough.  Why not?  The Kid* and I started chatting.

The PoF chat is crap (Yes, PoF, I blame you) so we decided to take the chat offline and exchanged phone numbers.  Bad idea.  This is what happened at the end of the night.

Seriously.  I’m happy to report that I didn’t text him when I woke up.  But the guy won’t leave me alone.  He thinks we have a connection and states he already feels “attached” and wants to meet.  I didn’t know how to answer.  So I didn’t.  I haven’t since yesterday…  Do you think he’ll give up, or must I break his little heart?

I know, I know.  I’ll tell him tomorrow.

*The Kid – Claims to be five years my junior, but I fear he may be barely legal.  He works at a gas station, lives with his parents and has aspirations of working in a cellular phone call centre.

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April 24, 2011 Modestly Filthy

Did you read my post daydreaming?

“Tats” has become a regular in my thoughts and my days, and we haven’t even met yet.  Thursday was filled with texts-a-plenty, then by midnight, we started a phone call… that lasted until 6:00 in the morning.  He makes me laugh and asks me questions I avoid asking myself.  He is sexy and sensual, and honest and kind.  He’s modestly filthy… if that even makes sense.  I think I like him.  Time will tell.

Perhaps this is all meaningless fun.. who knows?  Either way… It’s been awhile since a text has made me blush.

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