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| Last Train to Dullsville |
| 08.05.04 (8:22 am) [edit] |
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Well... I met "George" for dinner last night. Let me back up by saying that based on the referral and our phone conversations, he seemed like someone that would be fun to hang with. I was wrong. How does "Last Train to Dullsville" sum things up? I hate to use the kiss of death, but he's a 'nice guy'. But the evening was tedious at best. I tried my best to be my bubbly self. I was told I am "totally hot" (which rubbed me the wrong way despite it being well-intentioned) and a variety of other compliments. I can't put my finger on it, but not only was there no sizzle on my side, but it seemed that he is yet another one of those guys that is already figuring mentally how our furniture will merge. He was asking too many questions about my home and garage space, etc. Yet, I'm going with him today to Alanis Morrissette tonight. Why? I felt bad and didn't want to say that I didn't want to go. He seemed sort of desperate and I thought I'd give him another chance. He was talking about tailgating before the concert. Ok. It's already going to be at least a 5 hour event. Now he wants to go 'before traffic" and hang out in the parking lot of the venue. Now we are talking at LEAST an 8 hour date. (I was ready to throw myself off the nearest bridge after 2 hours last night.) He's not really into drinking. Neither am I but I think I'm going to start today. Shoot me now. Maybe I can come down with the 24 hour Ebola Virus? So, revise my last posting. I no longer have the dilemma of juggling 3 men. After tonight, I'll be back to 2. |
posted by: riverrat338 (reply)
post date: 08.05.04 (5:30 am)
*hands diva 2 mind erasers* go ahead bottoms up!
posted by: brogonzo (reply)
post date: 08.05.04 (5:41 am)
1. Find a flask.
2. Fill it with whiskey.
3. Go to tailgate party and drink it.
4. Pass out in the backseat of the Volvo or whatever he drove.
5. Wake up after the concert/date/tailgate party is over and demand to be taken home.
6. Take a couple advil and go back to sleep.
posted by: ScubaDiva (reply)
post date: 08.05.04 (5:44 am)
Reply to: brogonzo
It would be a tailgate party for two. I don't think he drinks at all. We had pizza last night and he ordered...Root beer.
Maybe I can find some of my xanax...?
posted by: brogonzo (reply)
post date: 08.05.04 (5:47 am)
Reply to: ScubaDiva
Yeah... Xanax, in nose-candy form. That'll put you on your ass.
posted by: ScubaDiva (reply)
post date: 08.05.04 (5:50 am)
Reply to: brogonzo
LOL - um, I was referring to just poppin' a pill hon.
posted by: brogonzo (reply)
post date: 08.05.04 (5:51 am)
Reply to: ScubaDiva
*Cough* Oh yes, right... of course. I didn't mean that you should crush the pills up with a credit card and then suck them up through your nostrils, no, nothing like that.
posted by: ScubaDiva (reply)
post date: 08.05.04 (6:05 am)
Reply to: brogonzo
But then I might end up being flirty with him and encourage the poor guy.
posted by: brogonzo (reply)
post date: 08.05.04 (6:08 am)
Reply to: ScubaDiva
In my experie-- erm, I mean, from what I've HEARD -- the flirty thing would last for about 2 seconds, and then the falling over and passing out stage would begin.
posted by: ScubaDiva (reply)
post date: 08.05.04 (6:09 am)
Reply to: brogonzo
oh ok - so then he can grope me while I'm unconscious. That would be smart...
posted by: brogonzo (reply)
post date: 08.05.04 (6:12 am)
Reply to: ScubaDiva
My rule of thumb is, if I don't remember it, it didn't happen.
posted by: ScubaDiva (reply)
post date: 08.05.04 (6:16 am)
Reply to: brogonzo
That is scary and explains a lot. Remind me to stay the hell away from you. ;)
posted by: brogonzo (reply)
post date: 08.05.04 (6:20 am)
Reply to: ScubaDiva
Oh, I see how it is.
posted by: jbrookins (reply)
post date: 08.05.04 (6:34 am)
LMAO
posted by: nullfactor (reply)
post date: 08.05.04 (8:33 am)
Ah yes... "You're a nice guy". I remember the first time that was said to me, as a youngin. It wasn't long before it became Pavlov's bell. "You're a nice guy". *DING - head down and be on your way...*.
Early in a relationship, I can see a compliment like "You look nice, this evening," but "You look totally hot" seems a little overboard. Or is it just me...? :)
posted by: rosietulips (reply)
post date: 08.05.04 (9:12 am)
At least 2 is easier to handle than 3 ;-)
posted by: ScubaDiva (reply)
post date: 08.05.04 (11:05 am)
Reply to: rosietulips
(This is horrible, but it's what immediately came to mind...)
One for each hand.
OMG!~
posted by: rosietulips (reply)
post date: 08.05.04 (11:47 am)
Reply to: ScubaDiva
BWAHAHA One for each hand...do you...ski? :D :D :D
posted by: Cyberpal (reply)
post date: 08.06.04 (5:18 am)
Anything change last night? Or is George history, even after Alanis Morrisette? Spill hun :)
posted by: SheSpecies (reply)
post date: 08.06.04 (1:20 pm)
I dunno...but hearing the word "tailgate" kills just about anything for me...even if it was with someone you'd be 1/2-way interested in going out with.
Can't we think of another name to call it? LOL
by Redonthehead