"Keeps Gettin' Better"

It's 9 O'Clock.  And.....I'm home.  Yes, tonight was date night with Tall.  Let me fill in you on what you missed....

5 P.M.  I leave work all ready for my date, nice and early so I don't have to go home. It also gives me some time to run to downtown crossing to find myself a slip b/c apparently my cute yellow sundress that I've worn twice before, is see through...good to know.  I figure that isn't the look I want to show on my first date. I have to leave something to the imagination... Turns out after searching 3 different stores, nobody makes slips anymore. Great. I instead purchase a long white tank. Leave me alone, it's the best I could do. 

I reach Harvard Sq to catch my bus. Text goes off. He's stuck in his meeting and won't be able to make it. Wants to reschedule for tomorrow. I stand there, a little annoyed, a little disappointed, and all dressed up now with no where to go. I decide not to get down. I head to Davis Sq. so I can grab a beer and watch some of the game. Much less fun when by yourself, in case you were wondering.

I leave for my twenty minute walk home in my pale see through yellow dress and heels just in time for the sky to open up on me. Life. Is. Good.  I walk through  the pouring rain laughing hysterically at how my night as turned out. I finally reach home so that a gust of wind can carry my dress over my head while trying to get the key in the door.  It's really no wonder why my neighbors love me....

I come in, change and look out the window to a completely peaceful night, not a drop in sight. Of course the rain stopped.

Date with Tall...Take 2

Stay tuned.....

"Falling or Flying"

Bad Boy " Did it hurt?" Me. Very confused. "Did what hurt?" Set myself up for this one....Bad Boy "When you fell from Heaven." I couldn't make this up. I just about lost my morning coffee on the train today reading that. Looks like Bad Boy has a little bit of a goofy side....

A "normal" guy could not get away with a line like that....A tattooed bad boy who pulled an illegal U-turn to get my number, can. But don't worry, I'd made sure to insert a witty comment back. I explained that it is a common misunderstanding. You don't actually fall from Heaven, you float down on a cloud. Comfortable, safe, and in no way a painful landing.

I'd like to update that after texting me for a week and making no move whatsoever I faded him out. He also called me "hun" one too many times. I'm not your hun and you're not a 60 year old diner waitress....stop talking like one.

"And So It Goes"

Ok so I thought I would do a quick update with all that happened over the weekend. My version of quick is somewhat different from others. First of all, I was apparently alone in thinking that Saturday's date was horrifically boring. Great. I received an IM from him Sunday evening(just as the sox game started mind you). He wanted to share a poem with me....A poem?? Really? I'm now thrown off and not sure how to approach this. I STUPIDLY agree to read this poem. Well hello extremely explicit poem!! What the hell! My response was a very awkward "oh". Gets better. He wrote it. It was then that was "very tired and calling it an early night". Clearly I am going to have to deal with this later....ugh.

On a much happier/less awkward note, I also spoke to Tall. He called me ten minutes before the game. Very. Considerate. Man. Although this does not surprise me for some reason, he was very personable and friendly on the phone. Very easy conversation makes for meeting a stranger so much more comforting! Date is set for Tuesday at 6! I have a feeling this date is going to be very enjoyable....and hopefully there will not be a poem to follow!

"Beautiful,Dirty,Rich"

Friday night I decided to stay in and watch the Sox/Yankees game. In case you missed it. We won. F**K You New York. I ordered some pizza, grabbed a beer, my laptop, and sat down with some Cupid and baseball. I started chatting with a lad. We got into the baseball talk. FYI if you're not into baseball I really have no use for you. It's my thing. You might as well be gay. We exchanged the silly questions. He was much better at it than I. Clearly a very smart driven guy. A little overboard with the working out. I'm not really into your gym routine. No offense. As the night goes on he asks if I want to meet up the next night. I had plans for my favorite bar with my girlfriend but if he would like to join then by all means. I don't always advise bringing a date to your favorite hotspot but I was unsure of him and new I would feel comfortable there. So he agrees to meet up with us. Great!

Saturday.....oh boy.

Well knowing I will be meeting up with him, I obviously glam it up more than usual. : ) But being a girl, I still question if I look ok...normal girl worries. That question was answered on my walk to the train. Now if you know me AT ALL, there is one type of guy I have a hard time saying no to. A bad boy. You can see them a mile away. Tattoos. Confidence oozes from every pore. HOT. The type of guy you can never bring home. THAT is the type of guy that always gets me. Frustrates the hell out me. Has me begging for more...Again I digress though. Ok so on my way to the train in my rather high heels, a guy(insert all bad boy qualities here) pulls over. Here is how the conversation goes. Bad Boy "Excuse me" Me " Yes?" Bad Boy "I'm sorry to bother you but do you need a ride somewhere, you're making me hurt watching you have to walk in such high heels" Me "Oh, no thank you" Bad Boy" Are you sure? I promise I am not a bad guy" His friend in passenger seat shakes head to confirm. Me" Thank you but I really can't just get into a car with you. I don't know you. I learned that rule when I was 5". Bad Boy" I completely understand and respect that. I hope I didn't scare you pulling over. I just wish I could drive you to wherever you are going" Me " Well, I'm actually going to meet up for a date so that would probably be a bad way to start it off with a total stranger dropping me off. It was very nice of you though. Thank you." Bad Boy" Well I think you look absolutely beautiful and I can only hope this date doesn't go well so that when I give you my number you can call me and I can have a chance" Me. Flustered. Flattered. COMPLETELY THROWN OFF. Nervous laughter...."You're giving me your number? Here? On the street?" Bad Boy" Well you won't let me drive you b/c you are clearly a safe woman, and I'm sure I will never see you again so I really have no choice but to give you my number, here. Now. " Me. Still flustered. "Ok". Gulp. "Well what is your name?" Bad Boy " I'm ****, what's your name?" Me. "Tara". Bad Boy "Tara? You are killing me. That's a beautiful name". Oh Brother.

Needless to say. Date Sucked. Boring. Lame. I ended up flirting with my bartender and then faked a leave and came back 5 minutes later. After coming back I received another number from a guy who was watching this train wreck of a date and thought adding his number into the disaster was a good idea. I then texted Bad Boy and thanked him for the offer and compliments. All in all, I would say 1. My outfit worked out just fine. 2. You never know how your evening is going to turn out(I went home and had chunky monkey ice cream with my roomie and we shared stories of our horrific dates). 3. I still love bad boys no matter how hard I try.

"Connection"

I have accumulated quite the emails and "winks" on Match so I decided to buy a month of it. Mostly b/c the curiosity of having men email me and not being able to open and read them got the best of me! After reading about 15 emails and checking 30 something winks....I found three guys.  These are men that are attractive, have things in common with me, are of age, and don't look like they were just released from prison.  I decide I'm going to "wink" back. Im curious what happens when you wink back also.  Much to my disappoint, nothing. No firework show. No balloons fall from the ceiling. Match.com just gets really excited and expresses with many exclamations that I indeed winked back.  Ok...now what?? This winking game can only hold my attention so long! I decide to be the ballsy one and email. I choose the 6'7 guy.  Yeah that's right. I picked a guy b/c I can put on my highest heels and not even come close to hovering over him. 

  Well well well, he emails right back. Very nice.  Now glancing over his profile we have a few things in common. I also like his height. He's older buy a few years(mature...we can only hope) He has a job(bonus). He knows how to dress himself(double bonus). Appears a little conservative....BUT I'll give it a shot!  We decide to talk on Google chat. Great conversation. Very mature. He asks if I would like to go out to dinner. WOW! What, you don't want to "watch a movie" and "talk"???  I will be calling him this evening to set up a date and time for our dinner. I will keep you updated on my date with....let's call him Tall. Simple like Big. But my version instead. 

"Shorty wanna be a Thug"

Well hello there youngin' .  First guy I start actually talking to....is 4 years younger. You may think this is no big deal. Trust me, it most certainly is.  It can start off great! They're young(very hot), they want you(even more hot), make you feel younger(awesome), always starts off great....Then you remember they're still in college.  This means they're on college time. Translation: They stay awake from 10 p.m. to 6 in the morning. No good when you're a working professional who wakes at 6!  I digress....

I decided against my better judgement to give Youngin' a shot. I'd also like to mention, he's 5'6. I'm 5'8 and obsessed with high heels (insert frustration here). Starts off well.  Likes to compliment. Good looking.  Moving this summer....Jackpot!   I eventually exchange numbers so we can plan to meet.  He wants to meet now. Not going to happen.  Then he suggest we meet that coming weekend and just stay in and watch a movie and "talk". Riiiiiight.  Buddy, I've been doing this longer than you remember. I know what you really want.  I suggest he come out and meet me at a bar in town. Instead he texts me all evening. He's coming. He's not coming. He's waiting for his friends.  At this point I'm losing interest.  I wonder if he can talk his way out of this.....Gradually I begin to notice his texting becomes....very ghettoized. Yeah that's right. If he was talking out loud it would be VERY ghetto. He also mentions how he's going to kiss me and that he hopes I'm wearing heels b/c he thinks that tall women are hot. He's right. We are. And tall women like to be next to tall men.  Finally after being up and down all evening he asks to come over....   

Yes, it is possible that he can talk himself right out of this.

Lesson Learned: I will not date 1 year or more under me. Not even if you're in a band. No. Also I now have a height requirement. I will not bend over to kiss you. 

"Come As You Are"

Ok, here goes nothing!  I have signed up for a few different dating sites and I will be posting my "adventures" with each one! Some will be actual posts on the up and downs of dates I have just been on. Others will be posts about which sites work for what. And, some will be hysterical stories of the "interesting" men I will not be going on dates with(at no point will names be used)!  

     Tonight I have signed up for OkCupid. This is a totally free sight no catches. I can already tell this is going to be quite the ride.  My advice: when going through your settings be sure to be specific on the instant message settings. I instantly received a lot of IM's and it was slightly annoying. You can specify who IM's you, as far as percentage with matches and the age you are interested in.  I highly recommend this.  Ok, and I'm off! Wish me luck!