The Sweet and Nervous Geek
Tonight (10/07/08) I went on a date with a guy I met on mingle2. His name is Nathan. An interesting side note about his name? It is actually his middle name. His first name is John. That probably would be a good thing to tell a woman who screens her calls, but whatever.
I met this one right after the split from the yuppie (the original first split). I spend A LOT of time e-mailing this one about politics and economics. I wanted to make sure not to get myself in a situation similar to The Republican with the Mohawk or The Uptight Yuppie. This back and forth e-mailing gets quite intense and detailed, but all good news. Nathan and I are so alike on our world viewpoints that he quickly jumps to the top of my list of men I am considering.
Well, a week goes by and we are doing the IM thing only. I don’t understand why he doesn’t just call and ask me out. In the meantime, I end up meeting someone else on mingle2 because this guy is too clueless to take the next step. BTW, I really think it is retarded that the default setting of IM is to open automatically and log you in. Sometimes I’m just jumping on my computer for a movie time or something. I don’t need to get all these messages coming in when I am in a hurry. I change the settings so that it no longer pops up instantly and before you know it I have not “talked” to this guy in a while. He puts two and two together and realizes that calling a woman to get to know her might actually be something he can try. So I get a bunch of calls on my caller ID list from some random dude named John. I finally pick one of these up and it is him.
This takes me back to my first paragraph. Why exactly would he not tell me his phone number might come up under a different name? OH YEAH! Because he is used to people that only have cell phones. It doesn’t cross the young pup’s mind that I might have a home phone, but I digress. At this point I happen to be totally into someone else already, but since there has not been any discussion of exclusivity with the second man, I decide that it is in my best interest to give Nathan a shot.
We are about 20 minutes into the date and suddenly it hits me. I am on this date to keep my options open and to help keep a bit of perspective on the second guy. Nathan is on a “REAL DATE”. GUYS: IF YOU ARE REALLY INTO A WOMAN, PLEASE DON’T HESISITATE!! The problem with Nathan sticking to IM for a week is that I begin to disconnect from him as a person. He has become a smiley face icon on my IM screen, not a living and breathing person. Anyway, since Nathan (who I was super into for a while) has sentanced himself to become nothing more than a cyberspace pen pal in my mind, the second guy has completely taken over as my new number one interest.
So, as I said, he is on a Real Date. An OMG-I-hope-she-likes-me-I-have-butterflies-in-my-stomach-date. He is all cute and sweet and nervous with me and is trying very hard. It is so obvioius to me that the two of us are not on the same page at all. But he is so unaware of the difference that the date is actually painful for me!!! I feel like I am watching a train wreck. His stories are hard to follow because he is so nervous and I am thinking about the other guy. Pretty soon I am about ready to run away. The waitress is taking forever. I swear at one point I swear 45 minutes go by and she has not been by our table to check on us. Ok, maybe not that long but still. I keep praying for my cell phone to ring. FUCKING RING DAMN IT!! Anything to get me out of here!
It gets to the point that Nathan even comments, “Are you in a hurry or something?” HAHA LMAO. It gets worse. When we are finally able to get the heck out of there, he wants to walk me to my car. No, I’m ok. Yes please let me walk you. We are standing outside my car and he wants to kiss me. I can so tell. It’s written all over his face and I am trying to get in the car. He starts to lean in and I go for the hug goodnight instead. I thought he might cry!! How sad. Seriously. But couldn’t he tell how bored I was during the date? I kept checking the time and scanning the restaurant for the waitress to ask for the check. He was bright enough to realize I was trying to get out of there, doesn’t he get why? WTF????
He suggests we do it again sometime and my response is, “Well, thanks for dinner!” So readers, my question is, do I need to call this one? Can I just blow him off? When have I met my obligation to “be polite”?
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