Greetings readers, one and all,
Tonight, the eve of June 4th, serves as the entr’acte between an epic 5-day dating marathon. It wasn’t intentional exactly. It just kind of worked out that the handful of guys I was messging on OkC and the one guy I met in a bar a few weeks ago (those met in live settings will henceforth be known as ‘day-walkers’) all wanted in on this on consecutive nights this week. And I was all for it. Heading into this week of wonders, I commented to my roommate that my odds of actually liking once of the guys I was meeting up with were probably pretty good, especially given the help of my Harvard Math friends and my own shallow vetting process, a mix of profile pic attreactiveness, my level of interest in their job/studies, and music/movie taste overlap. Place your bets now, cause I’m about to break it down. Wikki wikki.
Monday night: OkTeacher was a last minute addition to the line up. He got my number over the weekend, and texted me early Monday asking if I was free that night to hang out, since he’d be out of town for a few days. I thought I might as well start the week off right, and was smitten with OkT’s offer to drive to Culver to hang out. We’d exchanged a few messages prior. He asked about my time in Spain, and mentioned that he would be traveling to Europe over the summer to chaperone a teenage tour group for work. We also touched on Ernest Hemingway, as he was reading my favorite Hemingway book that takes place in Spain.
OkTeach was waiting outside the designated bar when I parked, and was quick to call me out on my claim that I was a regular who was generally ‘waved in’ by theI.D. checking staff. Not so much the case this time, and we had a good laugh at my expense. I learned pretty quickly that OkTeach grew up in Chula V, just like this proud Chula Beast, and a few other interesting ‘small-world’ type commonalities were discovered. Like the fact that he is an alumni of the NorCal state school that both my parents went to. I checked in with a friend who attended elemenary school with OkT, but the verdict is still out as she only vaguely remebered him. Not quite sure what type of 15-year-old evidence would be incriminating, but you never know, right? Some kid in my elementary school once stabbed a bird with a stick and I’m positive that MoFo didn’t grow into a well-adjusted member of society.
But OkT seems to have. He taught (surprise!) with TFA after graduating, and has since worked with them recruiting young,idealistic college students. He was ernest and unabashed in asking about things I had mentioned in my profile. He seems to not know about the cardinal rule of online dating in L.A; the less you seem to care or be available to the other person the cooler you are. Not like I give a fuck what he does or how he feels about me.
OkT walked me to the parking lot where there was a pretty good goodbye kiss, and there has been some light texting since. Seeing him again Friday. Daaaawwww.
Tuesday night: The live-walker I met while in San Diego over Memorial weekend invited me to Venice to check out some of the projects he was working on. Projects being homes because homie is an architect. He’d been pretty drunk the night we met in Pacific Beach and, can’t lie, even with my sllight buzz, I wasn’t really feeling Ted Mosby. But OH the ability that getting attention from a live human male has to dull the senses of one whose ego and confidence are so closely linked to the number of messages she gets. Anywayzzzzz. The night can be summed up by a highlight, he bought my delicious fish tacos, and a lowlight, Mosby asking me to define a word I’d just used. The word, was ‘brooding.’ Quite certain that there was no future for me and Mr. Mosby, I talked about something I never bring up with guys that I’m actually interested in, my past relationships, or lack thereof. Mosby admitted that he’d only had one real relationship which had lasted 9 months, and that it was back when he was in high school. For my fellow non-boyfriendable, too picky, commitment phobes, or whatever other label people like to give you, there are many more of us out there than you realize. Power in numbers. Or maybe just simultaneously convincing yourself that the one is out there while wondering what the hell is wrong with you – in droves.
While I had a date lined up for tonight, I decided to take the night
off and cancelled early this morning. Enough advance notice so I’m not the WORST person, right? To be fair, I think we exchanged a grand total of 3 messages before I gave him my number just to be rid of my boring message obligation.
A taste of what’s to come: Tomorrow I’m metting up with Finn, a fellow Adventure Time fan wih a flair for the spiritual and philosophical. Then, Friday is my second with OkTeach at the Natural History Museum, Saturday I make it to MOCA at long last with Dr. Robert, and next week you really wont wanna miss what we have in store.
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