I had a great date and....might be white trash

Last night, I went out with Mr. Man.  We met at a small pub that was semi-crowded and we talked and talked.  He's a native Charlottean (big points), is handy and can build things (love this), drives a truck (yes, I'm shallow but I love a big truck), and can carry on an intelligent conversation.  He lived in San Fran for a while and decided to come home because he missed his family and good old fashioned Southern hospitality.  This strikes a serious chord with me.  It is so nice to not have to explain why NC is wonderful and why I love it here.  It's also super to not be considered a hick and backward for feeling that way.

Part of what made the conversation interesting was that he was interesting.  His life has definitely not been a linear, ordinary series of steps.  There have been several curve balls thrown into the mix.  He didn't go to college right after high school and in the process got a girl pregnant.  So, he has a 15 year old son.  He played pro-racquetball and that led to a full ride at college to play.  Unfortunately, a serious injury cut that short which led him to San Fran.  When he moved back to the South, he moved to Myrtle Beach and ended up getting married.  That ended in divorce when they moved back to Charlotte.  He and his father have been running a remodeling company (hence, the ability to build/make things) and during that started a vineyard.  He's entrepreneurial.  This is so hot!

It probably doesn't sound terribly fascinating to read the run down, but during the date, there were stories interspersed within the facts.  And I am a sucker for a story.  Everyone that I've dated has been a story teller and not the lying kind.  I've enjoyed listening to people spin tales for as long as I can remember.  When I was a kid, I used to make my mom tell me over and over the story of my old dad, her, and I road tripping it to Maine and camping along the way.  I was 9 months old during this adventure.  We slept in campgrounds in our bright orange International Scout.  After the first night of me taking over the "bed" in the back.  They arranged a pallet for me in the front seat.  One night, my mom got sick and was running to bathroom; my dad got up to check on me and I was gone...he screamed for my mom but there was more pressing matters for her.  However, he could hear me crying.  After searching, he found me lodged under the brake and the clutch in the driver floorboard.  I still make my mom tell me this story to this day.  Random side note...sorry...

Back to the date, he walked me to my car and we kissed.  Then, the kissing got a little heavier; then, I was up against the car making out.  I was parked next to the service elevator exit...so several times there were people that popped out and got a full view of us making out against the car.  We got a few comments and snickers.  Here comes even more white trash....he gets into the car and well, it was high school all over again.  PG make out was on full force in the car and it was great!  I'll spare you the details but we went to 2nd base.  Not classy and probably a guarantee I won't get a 2nd date, but it was fun.  At least, I didn't go all the way in the car!

The really great part was I felt like I got my mojo back.  I've previously talked about losing it in As I Approach 30. Yes, I've "gotten some" since I wrote that, but there's just something about making out like a horny teenager that felt awesome.  So we'll see if my faux pas means I don't get a second date or not...

On another note,  isn't there something ironic about him having a 15 year old and then him making out in a car like a 15 year old...that gave me a giggle...

Overeagerness is NOT attractive

Being overly eager does not an attractive date make.  Sure, you want them to like you (assuming you like them), you want them to call and text, but paying an inordinate amount of attention is a TOTAL turnoff.  Allow me to explain.

This past Friday, I went out with a girlfriend.  We went to dinner and then went to have drinks at the Gin Mill.  It's usually a pretty low key place with a decent crowd and usually some cuties.  This point was proven when Mr. Michigan approached.  He was a little younger, 27, and attracted to my friend.  Great--I was hoping he would have a cute friend in tow but alas that was not the case.  As they continued chatting, I looked around to see if perhaps there might be a cutie for me.  Then, Mr. Grenada approaches and states in a Caribbean/pseudo English accent that in Grenada, I would certainly not be single and I should join him and his friends.  My friend was, meanwhile, still being entertained, so I joined them.  Partly out of boredom, but I'm also a sucker for a compliment no matter how ridiculous.

Mr. Grenada pulled out my chair to allow me to sit down (very gentlemanly) and we chat.  He then proceeds to say he is going to take me on a date this coming week and how very, very, very much he likes me.  At this point, I'm sort of playing along and he is nice.  I'm just not attracted to him that way.  Mr. Michigan is still hitting on my friend and starting to make a bit of a fool of himself.  Mr. Grenada comments why is Mr. Michigan's every other word the f-bomb.  To which I reply, I don't know but he seems like a moron.  (Always a shame when they are cute but douche bags.  Also a shame when they are nice but you're not a attracted)

The night continues with Mr. Grenada continuing to talk about this future date and at this point, I'm really wanting to go home and do not want to go out with him.  But I'm an idiot and when he asks for my number, I give it to him and the real one.  I know--shame on me, but I felt bad he was nice.  Mr. Michigan proceeds to pee in the tree on the roof deck, comes back to the table, calls Mr. Grenada a "negro" (YES OMG-my friend and I were MORTIFIED), and then Mr. Michigan is kicked out of the bar.  So my friend and I are gushing apologies at the idiocy of Mr. Michigan.  (Sidenote:  Both of us are very Southern, but under NO circumstance is using negro or the other n word EVER EVER appropriate.)  Obviously, it is time to go.  Mr. Grenada walks us to the car and what do you know but Mr. Michigan is waiting outside for us to come out.  We dodge him and hop in the car.

Fast forward to Saturday (yes, the next day), Mr. Grenada calls and texts within an hour of each other.  I reply saying I'm with family and will be for the weekend (which is true) and will call Mon.  He texts on Sunday  saying he hopes I am having fun with the family.  He texts Monday and calls twice.  He texts again on Tuesday.  Come on man--clearly, I'm busy and/or don't want to talk.  Give up the goose.  I realize it is my fault for giving him my number and I should grow some balls and just say I'm not interested.  Honestly though, even if I was REALLY attracted to him, I wouldn't want or need this much attention within 4 days of meeting him.  I've dated guys for years and not gotten this many messages or phone calls within such a short period.

Plus, I leave for the Dominican Republic in 3 days!  ...for my 30th...EEK!!  I have another similar story but I'll save it for another post...

The Southern Gentleman or Not

I have a great personality and am a southern gentleman. I def know how to treat a women in and out of the bedroom. 


In light of my last post on old-fashioned dating, I thought I would share my thoughts on the above line I received in an email.  What sort of proper Southern gentleman states he knows how to treat a woman in and out of the bedroom? Also, why do you have say this sort of thing?  Shouldn't this be something that one finds out over the course of time and after you've started to hooking up?  If you have to state this, I'm pretty confident you probably SUCK.  The same goes for stating you have a great personality.  I feel like this is something that should shown not told.  Maybe it was being told this one too many times in English class, but generally speaking, if you have to announce such things, they are likely not very true.


Ok, just had to rant.