I’m horrible at dating.
Horrible.
So in attempt to answer correctly when people ask me if I’m
dating, I decided to take on what most people call a “putting yourself out
there" mentality and go for the dive. I met this guy at a bar last
night while I was out with some friends. I really had no intention of finding dating material
here as it was a friday night, and work had completely raped me this week. I noticed a man staring at me while I was dancing, who inevitably came up and
approached me. Was I flattered? Not really. He wasn't my type, but I did force myself to make eye contact with him in order to practice the flirting techniques Glamour Mag so rightfully swears by: eye contact. I decided to give this
a test drive tonight because in my mind, I just honestly didn't care, I wanted to have a good time and go home. And just like any insecure twenty something year old would, I obviously practiced these so called techniques with someone I didn’t find attractive to eliminate the
fear of rejection but…whatever. Baby steps.
I ended up giving him my number because of several reasons
including: 1). I was drunk, 2). He was nice, 3). I wanted a free
dinner/practice date. If you reallllly wanted to get into the analytics of
this, there are more benefits for me than there are cons, so long as this relationship doesn't continue. I know you’re suppose to go on dates only with people you
like - but who says there are rules? Especially when I'm 23…it’s perfect to
take advantage of this timing in my life. Free dinners? Why not? Free dinners
AND an increase in percentage of savings? Why. Not.
This was my first time going out with a black guy. I always find
them interesting, but never played into that idea. This one in particular was
Jamaican and took me to a pretty cool Jamaican restaurant in the West Village.
HOWEVER, homeboy was 15 minutes late after me being 15 minutes late - so
truthfully…he was 30 minutes late. First thing I learned about myself #1). I’m
super impatient, and I actually respect punctuality. I didn’t hold this against
him and you can tell the poor guy felt bad, it really wasn't a big
deal - I was in it for the free dinner anyways, but if this were a
real date... this would not have pass. Next, we go in to get a table and the
first thing the host asks us was if we had reservations. #2). unprepared-ness.
Not a good look, man…not a good look.
He was an extremely nice guy though, already talking about taking
me to other places - which was cool, but I wasn’t interested in him enough to
actually spend time with him. Would rather go it alone. We continue to
talk, and I soon find out he’s in hotel management. This was super
interesting to me (mainly because I had a Starwoods AMEX card and by some law
of relativity...this proved relevant to me), but after a few questions and
curiosities later, I found out that “hotel management" consists of
managing all the janitors/maids in the hotel...and a typical day was taking
inventory of all the linens and toiletries. This is impressive in its own
regard, but no. There wasn’t really much to talk about with this guy - he had a
good view on life which I thought was very culture driven but at the end of the
day…I’d rather go take a dance class.
Nice guy, but not into it. At the end of the night, I cabbed it
home and realized - this was completely and utterly fun. Even though I didn’t really
like him, I enjoyed getting to meet new people and learning more about them.
Not too bad. First of the first, and last of the first. On to the next, and ready for more!
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