Monday’s date didn’t really sweep me off of my feet. Prior to the date we were texting, and he brought up tickling. Why do guys think that the threat of a ticklefest is going to make me do whatever they ask? Tickling is not an appropriate form of contact for a first date anyway. Also, we’re not 16. Also, I’m not ticklish. Stop being a creep.
I might have four different prescriptions for my glasses, but I’m pretty sure that I’m not 5’10″. Why does this matter? Because J was ever so slightly taller than me, though his profile claimed he was taller. It is very awkward when I can look someone in the eye without standing on a chair. I don’t have too many musts when it comes to looks, but you must be taller than me. My mom warned me to be careful, so I made sure to let her know that I could take him.
When we arrived at the bar, he opened the door and went in first. I’m all for feminism and equality, but chivalry is not dead. He suggested we get a drink and then head out for a walk, but when I looked up I saw that the Bears game was on. Score! It’s fair to say that the date lasted until 11 p.m. because of the game. I had a PJ moment (from My Boys.) She’s the kind of girl who, if on a bad date, would find solace in a great tasting beer and a sporting event of any kind. So I kept one eye on the TV and another on my date.
That’s not to say that there wasn’t good conversation, but I was disappointed because the chemistry just wasn’t there. Apparently I was the only one who felt that way. I can carry on a conversation like no other because I’m a talker. But I don’t like when guys assume that just because I’m laughing and enjoying myself that it means I want to be kissed.
I thought my body language was pretty readable. I very rarely, if at all, turned toward him. So at the end of the night as we walked toward my car, he tried to give me an awkward “I’m the same height as you, lets bump noses” kind of kiss. I went in for the hug and he went in 90% for a kiss. If I’ve learned anything from Hitch, it’s that the guy goes 10%.
So to recap, J is: just about my height, renting the living room out of an older woman’s house and is the kind of guy who thinks comparing square footage of IKEA stores is interesting.
I’m sure he’s a really sweet guy, but I don’t see this leading to romantic anythings.
Want to make me feel better about my first date fail? Tell me about your worst kiss or most awkward date. In return, I’ll give you (well, one of you) a copy of seasons 2 and 3 of My Boys!
I mentioned above that I had a PJ moment. My Boys is one of my favorite underrated shows. PJ is a strong woman with a quick-wit and a love for all things Chicago. Plus she’s a bit of a tomboy who has only one fancy outfit and only uses the curling iron when she’s dating someone. That’s pretty much how I roll. The thing I love most about her is that she definitely doesn’t let bad dates get her down.
Which is exactly what I’m not going to do. In fact, I already have plans to meet another potential Mr. Jenn. We have a frozen yogurt date planned for next week. A is a photographer AND Beatles fan. I have medium-to-high hopes for this one. If we get to date #2 he might even get a blog nickname.
Disclaimer: While I received the offer to give away free copies of My Boys, that didn’t influence my opinion of the show. I have the My Boys deck of cards and Crowley’s t-shirt to prove it.
Originally I thought I was going to have a difficult time filtering out the lost causes from the potentials, but I think the guys are doing it for me. I got this gem of a message tonight:
“I noticed XYZsite keeps showing me your profile. Says your a “match” Whatever that means…. It’s constantly making you pop up in all my searches. Not sure who’s monitoring this thing, probably a robot. Anyway, said robot thinks I should at least say hi.”
Dear Sir: Heh, those silly, silly robots. I can’t think of a single reason why they’d believe we’re a “match.” Whatever that means… Obviously you lied while filling out your profile.
I can ignore the misuse of “you’re” up above, but after checking out his profile, I learned that he thinks of himself as the bad boy that every girl pines over and believes he’s funnier than everyone.
… Apparently he hasn’t read my blog.
Stay tuned for details about Monday night’s date with J!
I often share embarrassing facts about myself for the sake of my blog. With a title like “Bottle Up The Crazy” how could I not?
Last weekend I joined a dating site. Part curiosity, part desperate attempt to prove that I’m over my ex, drove me to sign up. I figured if it was absolutely terrible, at least I’d get some interesting blog fodder out of it. One week in and I’ve already got stories to share!
This is my first time on a dating website and I expected the worst. I think I should have defined what “the worst” actually was. I assumed I’d get a ton of pervy and gross messages from old guys. I haven’t gotten a single pervy message yet – thanks for that bruise on my ego. I have gotten pretty much everything else.
Stage 5 Clinger: The first night I got a message from someone outside of my “message me if” requirements. Being a n00b I decided to reply, even though I had no interest in the guy. BIG MISTAKE. My harmless and zero-level flirtation message must have read “OMG YOU’RE PERFECT NEVER STOP TALKING TO ME EVER FOREVEREVER!” Every time I logged on an IM from him would pop up almost instantly. If I didn’t answer the IM, he’d leave a message. And then another. And another. I set up filters for IM so only people between X and Y ages could IM me. SOME HOW HE GOT THROUGH! Needless to say after nearly a week of being profile stalked, I finally blocked him.
Mr. McCheesy: Subject line read “You and me.” Message read “Are meant to be.” Really? I let the cheesiness slide, but our conversations have been less than stellar. I half expected his follow up message to include “Is your daddy a thief?” It didn’t. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t disappointed.
The Cowboy: This guy… has good intentions, possibly even great. However, his career as a karaoke DJ at restaurant chain just isn’t… I don’t know… cool? Not only did he “sing” the Rubber Ducky song to me in a message, he also has the worst grammar and spelling habits. He was trying to tell me that he was afraid of the number 7. Why? Because “seven aite nine.” Uh, you mean eight? Even if he was going for ate, the letter i isn’t near a, t or e on the keyboard. Le sigh. Also, if you can’t spell awesome correctly, then you’re not awesome.
A couple guys are enjoyable to talk with. I may or may not be arguing the finer points of being Scorpion while playing Mortal Kombat with one of them. Sub-Zero had wicked fatalities, but you really can’t go wrong with Scorpion. He’s like the green ranger. Pretty sure this is why I’m awesome.
One wants to meet for drinks tonight after work. What else am I going to do with my Monday night besides watch “Secret Life of the American Teenager?” I agreed in the spirit of being social (and an adult). He seems normal and hasn’t abused the “you have my number” privileges. (Just because you have it doesn’t mean you have to call/text every day.) Could you image how often my phone would buzz if Stage 5 Clinger got a hold of it? That’s scary…
So yeah, this is going to be an adventure!
Please feel free to share any embarrassing dating horror stories you’ve experienced. You can throw in some good ones too (for motivational purposes.)
I am the worst kind of procrastinator. For two nights I said I would work on my article for Today’s iPhone and for two nights I played video games for hours. “Just one game” easily turns into “Okay, if I beat this one I’m done.” And then I beat it. “If I wrap up this level and the bonus rounds, then I’m done.” And then I wrap it up. “Oh, but a new level just popped up! Okay, just one more game.” Before I know it I’m falling asleep thinking about 3D puzzles and that article? Yeah, it’s still not written and obviously not on my mind at all.
Thanks to Brand About Town and Nintendo I have been on a Picross 3D kick all week. I seriously have the hardest time putting it down. Dare I say, I think I have more fun playing this than Mario Kart. I KNOW!!! That’s a HUGE deal right? Well this game is awesomely addictive.
What is Picross 3D?
It’s a puzzle and numbers game. It has over 350 brainteasers! Each cube has a number on it. That number represents how many cubes (both vertically and horizontally) should remain in that column or row. It’s pretty easy until the square is 5 x 5 and only 2 cubes remain in certain rows. It’s all fun and games until you destroy the wrong one cubes away from completion. You chip away at the outer layer to reveal a shape inside. Of course there’s a time limit and a 5-mistake maximum for added pressure.
Once you’ve completed all the levels and earned as many bonus stars as possible, you can create your own puzzles. I haven’t gotten that far yet. I knocked out the Beginners’ section in no time. I’m now on level 5 of the Easy section. Fun fact: “Easy” doesn’t always mean what it says. Take Rock Band for example. Sometimes the easy setting is harder than medium — I always play to the beat, which the colored-tabs don’t always follow.
Wanna play?
You can check out a pretty simple a demo here! Or if you ask really nice I might let you borrow mine (once I beat it!) Woo DS game trade! If you can’t wait, I recommend picking up a copy of your own – it’s only $19.99!
Giveaway
Picross 3D is not available on DSi Ware yet, but maybe you’ll find another fun title to download. I have a Nintendo Points Card worth 2,000 points to give away. The points can either be used for the Wii or DS. To enter, leave a comment telling me your favorite Nintendo moment. Was it waiting in line for a Wii? Beating Bowser for the first time? Or maybe it was your first time (and probably only time) beating Mom in Real Life at Mario Kart (that’s mine!) Whatever it may be, I want to know!
Contest ends at 11:59 p.m. (PST) on August 20th.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to squeeze in one game before bed.
Disclosure: As a Nintendo Brand Ambassador, I received Picross 3D for free. I wasn’t asked to blog about it, but the opinions above are my own and not those of Nintendo or BAT.
When I was a wee Jenn, I liked to pretend that I was much older than I was. Every morning I saw my grandpa dip his jelly bread into a cup of coffee. So, like him, I would dip my piece of bread into either his or my mom’s cup of coffee. I didn’t care much for the taste, but the lack of crunchiness was nice.
Fast forward to the teenage years. If we weren’t celebrating a birthday, graduation or anniversary, we were celebrating coffee. Without it, there is no family gathering. My cousin (who is the same age as me) would grab a styrofoam cup, add some coffee and about 8 tablespoons of sugar. The idea of having that much sugar at the bottom of my cup freaked me out — much like in cereal bowls. Some cereals need sugar, but if I get a spoonful of sugar, well, it’s just like drinking OJ with pulp (I feel like I’m drinking sperm. You can quote that.)
I didn’t have my first cup of coffee until I was in my twenties. It wasn’t even black coffee. The only way I can drink it is if it doesn’t taste like coffee. You’d think I’d have to pour 12 tablespoons of sugar in there for that not to happen, but we’ve already been over that. I can’t. So I drink those fancy drinks, like caramel macchiato, and I kind of feel pretentious.
Nearly a year ago I bought my first coffee maker. I knew I needed a boost of something in the mornings, but I justified the purchase by saying it was for when my mom visits. It took me 7 months to use that coffee maker. I make exactly one cup – god forbid I should waste something I don’t really care for – but I use a big mug to make room for the caramel macchiato flavored creamer.
As I took a sip this morning, not only did I determine that I hate how heavy the creamer makes the coffee feel, (That’s a weird statement) but I really don’t like hot coffee. In fact, I don’t even enjoy warm coffee. I absolutely don’t care for cold coffee. So where does that leave me? I make the coffee and let it sit for 17 minutes (I may or may not time it) — if I’m in a rush, I stick the mug in the freezer — and that lukewarm coffee, yeah, I dig that.
All that for a cup of coffee that I really don’t like and probably won’t finish? Yep.
As it turns out, I really don’t like the after taste, or the fact that I have to brush my teeth after drinking it. And still, I drink it. I don’t even know why.
P.S. I made a new category for this post: quirks.
P.P.S. I just thought you should know that.
Amendment XXI: I really have a problem with P.S.s
Section B: I’m looking for a new therapist.
#40: I just dumped out the rest of my coffee.
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When we arrived at the bar, he opened the door and went in first. I’m all for feminism and equality, but chivalry is not dead. He suggested we get a drink and then head out for a walk, but when I looked up I saw that the Bears game was on. Score! It’s fair to say that the date lasted until 11 p.m. because of the game. I had a PJ moment (from 
Want to make me feel better about my first date fail? Tell me about your worst kiss or most awkward date. In return, I’ll give you (well, one of you) a copy of seasons 2 and 3 of My Boys!
