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| Flipper your ass outta there |
| 04.08.05 (10:20 pm) [edit] |
|
If you aren't paying attention, "John" sounds sorta like "bomb" and that pretty much describes my evening. Since I had already shaved my legs, I didn't have to say to myself, "I shaved my legs for this?" I didn't want to go in my more dressy funeral garb, so I changed into a camo green cargo skirt (above the knee), a v-neck nubby sweater with purple, green and tan in it. (Ironically, the same shirt I wore when Airborne blew thru town - he better say it was a cute shirt). Nude colored heels. Casually cute. Good hair day - curled and somewhat fluffed. We met at a great Mexican joint (the one Airborne and I had lunch at - and ditto with "Ned" now that I think of it.) He is wearing the sloppiest outfit I've ever seen. And his hair was a disaster. Didn't look like he had washed it in...days. His geek-ness was just more than I could handle. I tried to be polite. The waiter was a little 'too friendly' with me and "John" got livid in a passive-aggressive way. "John" has gone scuba diving 24 times. (Dangerous zone when males think they know it all underwater.) I've quit keeping track after 200. He kept calling fins "Flippers". In diving, when you do that, you look like a total buffoon. I gently reminded him that 'flippers' are on dolphins and scuba divers wear 'fins'. He threw a temper tantrum for about 3 mins talking about how it's not what you call the equipment, people are just there to have fun. I sat there and concentrated on my salad. Let him look like an idiot on his next dive trip, doesn't bother me in the least. Finally, he finishes his meal. All of his bantering didn't give him much opportunity to eat. When he did eat, his manners were abysmal. I had a feeling he was rather desperate. Divorced 2 years, recently moved to Atlanta from Boston, seems rather needy. I had stupidly asked him before our dinner date if he'd like to go see Tom Jones with me Saturday night. (Totally NOT his music) He said yes (just to have more face time). Then he said he wanted me to spend Sunday with him and go to the movies. (Can you say "WHOA! Nelly!) We walk out, it's dark and the parking lot is almost empty. My car is far away on the other end. He doesn't even offer to walk me to my car. (I have my pepper spray, so I was ok, but it was the gesture...) I drive home, wash my face and get into my jammies. I log on to check email and there he is "IM-ing" me calling me his "little girl". What the f**k? The chemistry could not have been any less present. ***As a sidenote, I'm now going to see Tom Jones with "Rick". Of course, I haven't talked to "John" yet to break the news. First I was going to go to the concert with "K" but he has to be in NYC for business, then I asked "Kiltboy" if he would be backup in case I couldn't find anyone else. Next I asked the "Dr" but he's on call tonight. So I asked "Rick" but he had a friend coming into town. So I asked "T". But "T's" family is in town this weekend and he was actually going to ditch them for the night - but I said no. And instead he wants me to have dinner with his visiting mom and sister. (Family???). So I asked "John". And I will be unasking "John". I got an email from "Rick" saying that his friend is coming into town next weekend instead. So... Did you follow that? Me either. |
posted by: riverrat338 (reply)
post date: 04.08.05 (7:47 pm)
where's the remote control post!!??
i had a good-n-funny comment~ LOL
posted by: Roxgirl (reply)
post date: 04.09.05 (8:25 am)
dating is terrible sometimes.
posted by: rinna (reply)
post date: 04.09.05 (7:20 pm)
LOL! Oh Scuba... I am surprised you didn't drag your face along the walls to drown out the sound of 'John' talking... what a nightmare!
posted by: NurseNancy (reply)
post date: 04.10.05 (4:05 am)
clear as mud, hun!!
posted by: SheSpecies (reply)
post date: 04.10.05 (11:24 am)
::shakes her head:: Okay...I'm confused with the ***sidenote...but it seems it all worked out okay. LOL
posted by: ScubaDiva (reply)
post date: 04.10.05 (12:23 pm)
Reply to: SheSpecies
We're due for a catch-up call, gimme a holla and we'll discuss.
posted by: ScubaDiva (reply)
post date: 04.10.05 (12:37 pm)
Reply to: RoxgirlI
I don't think dating is terrible. It's entertaining. I always remember that even the bad ones give me great writing material.
"John" called me last night right before the concert. "R" was standing beside me, I told him it was "John", he volunteered to talk to him - I said that wasn't necessary. I'll call him later today.
posted by: ScubaDiva (reply)
post date: 04.10.05 (12:38 pm)
Reply to: rinna
Drag my face along the walls? Nah, that'd mess up my hair. I shoulda taken a picture of him. Sorry, but there won't be an oppty to do it again later.
posted by: ScubaDiva (reply)
post date: 04.11.05 (5:29 am)
Reply to: XAirborneRTO
You had your chance stud, and you blew it.
And if you call me again after 10pm or before 7am, unless you are dying or in need of serious psychological help, I am going to have to hurt your ass.
posted by: verucassalty (reply)
post date: 04.12.05 (9:49 am)
jesus.. and i thought i had enough to keep track of..
lmao
posted by: ScubaDiva (reply)
post date: 04.12.05 (9:59 am)
Reply to: verucassalty
I still haven't had an oppty to 'break' the news to him. He tried to be rather chatty yesterday but I explained (truthfully) that I was swamped at the moment.
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