workin' for the weekend
Feb. 23rd, 2008 09:43 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
janegodzillaThings that the guys of Portland are apparently into: Cthulhu, girls who express opinions on certain punctuation marks (Oxford comma for the win!), and the Heisenberg Uncertainty Principle. Who knew?
Seriously, this whole thing is reminding me of why I'm a total recluse and terrified of people. I thought maybe one or two people at most would reply; instead, it's...a lot more than that. I don't know. I really didn't expect this. I'm getting coffee with one guy tonight, and then I have lunch and Powell's with the first guy tomorrow, and it's all very weird and strange and I kind of have no idea what the fuck is going on.
Nerdy Portland boys are adorable, though. They're like puppies. I want to gather all of them up in a box and keep them in my apartment so I can pet them and watch zombie movies all day.
Sean, the guy I'm going to Powell's with tomorrow, is seriously awesome, but...over the course of our email conversations, a few red flags started popping up in the back of my mind. He got out of a seven-year relationship a while ago -- his girlfriend was cheating on him, and although he wanted to make it work anyway, she didn't and they broke up. And from some of the stuff he's said, it sounds like he's looking for another long-term, serious relationship right away; I, on the other hand, am not.
Don't get me wrong -- if I find the right person, I'll probably be delighted to jump into an actual, serious relationship with them -- but that's not the sort of thing I'm looking for right now, and I'm getting the impression that he is.
Also, he has two kids (from the girl he'd been with for seven years). And. Uh. Nothing against kids or anything, because I genuinely like them and may or may not want to have my own someday, but I don't think I'm at a point in my life where kids can factor into things. I feel kind of horrible and selfish for thinking that way, but I just...wow, I don't think I could handle kids. Not right now.
Ultimately, though, it's one date, and that's what I keep reminding myself. Red flags aside, we're probably going to have fun, and even though I already suspect that we're not going to click in the right way, I'm still looking forward to it and think it will make for a very pleasant Sunday. It's not like I have to marry the guy; we're getting lunch and going to a bookstore. Easy easy.
Tonight I'm going out to coffee with a guy named Nate. I hadn't intended to schedule two dates this weekend, because...well, to be honest, I don't know why, just that the idea of it felt kind of weird and I'm still very new at this, but his email made me laugh and when I looked at his profile, I saw that he's a chef (!!!), reads XKCD (!!!!), and can play the accordion (!!!!!). Clearly, the universe was in some kind of alignment. I wrote back to him and basically said, "We need to be best friends. If you were serious about getting coffee sometime, I would absolutely love to. How's Saturday work for you?"
Which is a lot more forward than I usually am, but dammit, he's an accordion-playing chef. I had to do something.
He said Saturday worked great, and since then we've been exchanging marvelously weird emails. He informed me that he just discovered that armadillos were the only mammal with inflatable stomachs, and wasn't that the most awesome thing ever? I told him I was still hung up on the fact that male platypus are deadly poisonous, and then we tried to figure out what the plural of "platypus" was. We determined that a platypus would win in a cage match against an armadillo (his reasoning was that the armadillo is mostly built for defense, which gives the platypus the offensive advantage), and then he asked if I thought the canine pepper spray mailmen carry would work against werewolves. I said that it depended on the kind of werewolf, and since you don't always know what kind of werewolf you're going to get, we'd probably be better off with robot mailmen.
His response: Robot mailmen? I like it. Postal system even after the Zombie Apocalypse.
HE BROUGHT UP THE ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE. I AM NORMALLY THE ONE WHO DOES THIS IN CONVERSATIONS. Either he is meant to be my new best friend, or we are soulmates. I would be happy with either.
And then he wrote this, which made me grin like the giant idiot I am:
Awww, he thinks I'm rad. ♥!
I'm so nervous and excited! And I have no idea what to wear! AHHHHH DATING IS HARD!
I promise I'll start writing about things other than my stupid love life soon. It's just the only remotely interesting thing going on for me right now. Heh.
[4:00 PM EDIT]: I'm leaving in half an hour, and I'm terrified. Excited, and terrified. I really hope he likes me.
Seriously, this whole thing is reminding me of why I'm a total recluse and terrified of people. I thought maybe one or two people at most would reply; instead, it's...a lot more than that. I don't know. I really didn't expect this. I'm getting coffee with one guy tonight, and then I have lunch and Powell's with the first guy tomorrow, and it's all very weird and strange and I kind of have no idea what the fuck is going on.
Nerdy Portland boys are adorable, though. They're like puppies. I want to gather all of them up in a box and keep them in my apartment so I can pet them and watch zombie movies all day.
Sean, the guy I'm going to Powell's with tomorrow, is seriously awesome, but...over the course of our email conversations, a few red flags started popping up in the back of my mind. He got out of a seven-year relationship a while ago -- his girlfriend was cheating on him, and although he wanted to make it work anyway, she didn't and they broke up. And from some of the stuff he's said, it sounds like he's looking for another long-term, serious relationship right away; I, on the other hand, am not.
Don't get me wrong -- if I find the right person, I'll probably be delighted to jump into an actual, serious relationship with them -- but that's not the sort of thing I'm looking for right now, and I'm getting the impression that he is.
Also, he has two kids (from the girl he'd been with for seven years). And. Uh. Nothing against kids or anything, because I genuinely like them and may or may not want to have my own someday, but I don't think I'm at a point in my life where kids can factor into things. I feel kind of horrible and selfish for thinking that way, but I just...wow, I don't think I could handle kids. Not right now.
Ultimately, though, it's one date, and that's what I keep reminding myself. Red flags aside, we're probably going to have fun, and even though I already suspect that we're not going to click in the right way, I'm still looking forward to it and think it will make for a very pleasant Sunday. It's not like I have to marry the guy; we're getting lunch and going to a bookstore. Easy easy.
Tonight I'm going out to coffee with a guy named Nate. I hadn't intended to schedule two dates this weekend, because...well, to be honest, I don't know why, just that the idea of it felt kind of weird and I'm still very new at this, but his email made me laugh and when I looked at his profile, I saw that he's a chef (!!!), reads XKCD (!!!!), and can play the accordion (!!!!!). Clearly, the universe was in some kind of alignment. I wrote back to him and basically said, "We need to be best friends. If you were serious about getting coffee sometime, I would absolutely love to. How's Saturday work for you?"
Which is a lot more forward than I usually am, but dammit, he's an accordion-playing chef. I had to do something.
He said Saturday worked great, and since then we've been exchanging marvelously weird emails. He informed me that he just discovered that armadillos were the only mammal with inflatable stomachs, and wasn't that the most awesome thing ever? I told him I was still hung up on the fact that male platypus are deadly poisonous, and then we tried to figure out what the plural of "platypus" was. We determined that a platypus would win in a cage match against an armadillo (his reasoning was that the armadillo is mostly built for defense, which gives the platypus the offensive advantage), and then he asked if I thought the canine pepper spray mailmen carry would work against werewolves. I said that it depended on the kind of werewolf, and since you don't always know what kind of werewolf you're going to get, we'd probably be better off with robot mailmen.
His response: Robot mailmen? I like it. Postal system even after the Zombie Apocalypse.
HE BROUGHT UP THE ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE. I AM NORMALLY THE ONE WHO DOES THIS IN CONVERSATIONS. Either he is meant to be my new best friend, or we are soulmates. I would be happy with either.
And then he wrote this, which made me grin like the giant idiot I am:
My Sous chef has Mono right now so I get to run the line this weekend so there is a very very slim chance that I will run late. I mean super slim, because I'm going to be all like "I'm supposed to meet this rad lady who's all into nerdy shit like me today and I don't want to be late!" However, if they are heartless douchebags I'll let you know well in advance- I would just rather not show up having come directly from work.
Awww, he thinks I'm rad. ♥!
I'm so nervous and excited! And I have no idea what to wear! AHHHHH DATING IS HARD!
I promise I'll start writing about things other than my stupid love life soon. It's just the only remotely interesting thing going on for me right now. Heh.
[4:00 PM EDIT]: I'm leaving in half an hour, and I'm terrified. Excited, and terrified. I really hope he likes me.