After Mr. Swing Dancer (a.k.a. bird fetish- cause he said he had a bird fetish. twice.) a slightly more reserved speechie went out with the bacon puppet lawyer. And why is he the bacon puppet lawyer? Well, you might ask yourself what lawyers do with their spare time. The lawyer I found decided to devote one of the rooms in his house to a green screen for "filming his own commercials." At least, that was the original purpose. Apparently, one thing lead to another and when sock puppets are no longer cutting it, he decided to find a cute little sweater for his sock puppet.... and then raw bacon for the hair, which becomes crispy after a visit to the tanning salon. Unfortunately, the hair was too tempting for the dog and no sequels were made. He considers this his creative outlet. Which means you won't find this video on youtube, it's only on vimeo.
I gave him the benefit of the doubt, sometimes people share too much info when they are nervous. Except he brought up the puppet again on date number two. And he tried to show me the video on his iPhone while we were at a bar. Also, maybe it's because I have to get people to talk (okay, people's children, but still) all day at work, but he had this habit of asking questions that required a single word response. That's a good pop quiz, but a poor way to get a conversation going. Then he tried to debate one of my answers. Maybe because he's a lawyer, he thought he could get me to change my mind.
It didn't work.
The bacon puppet lawyer did introduce me to a couple of bars on east fremont (downtown lounge and the griffin) as well as a bar which not only has pool tables, but a couple of bowling lanes.
Match #3 didn't read my profile before he sent me a message (which I didn't realize until date number 1)... or before we met which made for an awkward first date. We arrived at almost the same time and he happened to see that I rode my scooter. He was surprised by this and thought it was pretty cool. Typical get to know you conversation, talking about work, moving to vegas, etc which lead to him asking what's involved in getting into my field. I answered: well I just finished my Master's degree. Him: Wow, a Master's? *wide eye shock, runs fingers through hair, and puts me in the "out of his league" category*
This happened as I was approximately 3 oz into my full pint of beer.
The conversation was decent, albeit slightly forced from that point on. He's been a vegetarian for a few years which gave us a bit more in common, but when I mentioned that I've been trying to be more vegan than vegetarian he asked that disbelieving question "what do you eat?!" which coming from an omnivore is repetitive, but expected. Hearing that from a vegetarian? that was just unnecessary.
Tell me all single guys aren't as socially awkward as Matches 1-3?
P.S. these boys are perfect examples why I don't give out my number until after date number 1 or more likely date number 2.
P.P.S.I did give my number to Channel 8 (a reporter, but tell me you figured that out on your own) after date number 1, which was this last weekend. More on him after date number 2...
Also, I signed up for eHarmony. Those boys are just about to the point of scheduling dates. (Thus the need to update) I'm sure more interesting stories, or at least nicknames, will follow.
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Monday, September 20, 2010
Match Date #1
Previously used websites for finding dates: Craigslist (before it was scary), PlentyOfFish, and now Match.
After I checked out the options on POF in Vegas-2 first dates & 1 second, I decided maybe I was ready to step it up a notch and actually pay for a dating site. Maybe this change would lead to guys actually interested in *gasp* a relationship. After all, this is Vegas, anything is possible in Vegas. Right?
Tuesday I signed up for Match. Mr. Swing Dancer began messaging me with enough to say to keep me messaging back. We made plans for dinner on Sunday (tonight), changed the meeting place, changed the meeting place, and finally decided on Agave near Red Rock Casino.
I called the restaurant to find out if any items on their menu could be made vegan (I'm currently about 97% vegan), after waiting on hold for a bit, the manager informed me that their Fire Roasted Vegetable Chile Relleno would be vegan if ordered without cheese.
Mr. Swing Dancer was waiting for me when I finally found the place wearing black pants and shirt, a khaki suit coat, and a noticeable gold chain with a cross. To me, he seemed a little over dressed for a mexican restaurant on a Sunday night, but hey, whatever makes you comfortable. I later found out he was much more critical about what I was wearing but we'll get to that in a little bit.
Conversation: Good.
Dinner: Great!
Sangria: Okay.
Key points to mention from the conversation: travel, including Mr. Swing Dance considering giving up materialism and moving to Germany at some point, why I decided to get a scooter, a story about how a fall while driving around the race track lead to his nephew asking him to stop riding a motorcycle, and no mention of upcoming plans.
I get home, review the date with my sister, and conclude that the date went well. I told sis that while I wasn't interested in him romantically, we had such good conversation, it would be fun to hang out and get to know each other as friends.
2 hours post date I log in to match and get an email from Mr. Swing Dancer:
After I checked out the options on POF in Vegas-2 first dates & 1 second, I decided maybe I was ready to step it up a notch and actually pay for a dating site. Maybe this change would lead to guys actually interested in *gasp* a relationship. After all, this is Vegas, anything is possible in Vegas. Right?
Tuesday I signed up for Match. Mr. Swing Dancer began messaging me with enough to say to keep me messaging back. We made plans for dinner on Sunday (tonight), changed the meeting place, changed the meeting place, and finally decided on Agave near Red Rock Casino.
I called the restaurant to find out if any items on their menu could be made vegan (I'm currently about 97% vegan), after waiting on hold for a bit, the manager informed me that their Fire Roasted Vegetable Chile Relleno would be vegan if ordered without cheese.
Mr. Swing Dancer was waiting for me when I finally found the place wearing black pants and shirt, a khaki suit coat, and a noticeable gold chain with a cross. To me, he seemed a little over dressed for a mexican restaurant on a Sunday night, but hey, whatever makes you comfortable. I later found out he was much more critical about what I was wearing but we'll get to that in a little bit.
Conversation: Good.
Dinner: Great!
Sangria: Okay.
Key points to mention from the conversation: travel, including Mr. Swing Dance considering giving up materialism and moving to Germany at some point, why I decided to get a scooter, a story about how a fall while driving around the race track lead to his nephew asking him to stop riding a motorcycle, and no mention of upcoming plans.
I get home, review the date with my sister, and conclude that the date went well. I told sis that while I wasn't interested in him romantically, we had such good conversation, it would be fun to hang out and get to know each other as friends.
2 hours post date I log in to match and get an email from Mr. Swing Dancer:
A word of advice
You and I probably won't ever speak again but just some food for thought...by the way I've never done anything this bold before, but after all of the horrible dates I've had with irresponsible people, I thought someone with an education would know better:
1) For however small a carbon footprint that scooter is, the carbon footprint for medical equipment to assist in your breathing and feeding tubes as well as the paper for processing your insurance claims and medical discharge is a lot more when you do get in an accident. Any rider will tell you, it's not "IF" you go down, but "WHEN" I went down at 35mph in a tight hairpin turn with full racing gear and still got banged up badly.
2) Dress for the "CRASH" not the "RIDE" any rider worth his weight will tell you that very thing as well, that half face helmet you have won't do you a damn bit of good on the roads, so you'll be in speech therapy yourself after they reconstruct your jaw, and dentures will be necessary. I could tell by your gear that you're novice and uneducated on two wheels at best.
3) Short sleeve shirt on a bike??? What? If you'd like your arms to look like they went through a meat grinder sure, but you've got beautiful skin, plastic surgery is very expensive.
4) Shoes past the ankles...if you'd ever like to dance again, or even walk for that matter.
5) You've only been here for two months, good luck during the first decent rain when all of the oil that's been soaked into the tar on the roads seeps to the surface, black ice, those tires were designed for "extreme" weather.
6) Last, the honda fit, toyota prius, smart care, and other vehicles are high mileage, and it's the responsible thing to do. Riding a scooter in fortress Europa might be ok, but it's not here in the US of A, in the city with the highest insurance premiums around...there's a reason for this...accidents. I saw young girls/guys like you every weekend end up on cold slabs
Finally...why do I give a damn? Because I'm a tax payer and pay into our health care system, and I'm tired of supporting people who are irresponsible.
You're a bright girl, but wow...go read about darwinism...survival of the fitest...sheeesh
www.702sportbikes.com (go to the forum, read some of the posts, learn about the accidents)
1) For however small a carbon footprint that scooter is, the carbon footprint for medical equipment to assist in your breathing and feeding tubes as well as the paper for processing your insurance claims and medical discharge is a lot more when you do get in an accident. Any rider will tell you, it's not "IF" you go down, but "WHEN" I went down at 35mph in a tight hairpin turn with full racing gear and still got banged up badly.
2) Dress for the "CRASH" not the "RIDE" any rider worth his weight will tell you that very thing as well, that half face helmet you have won't do you a damn bit of good on the roads, so you'll be in speech therapy yourself after they reconstruct your jaw, and dentures will be necessary. I could tell by your gear that you're novice and uneducated on two wheels at best.
3) Short sleeve shirt on a bike??? What? If you'd like your arms to look like they went through a meat grinder sure, but you've got beautiful skin, plastic surgery is very expensive.
4) Shoes past the ankles...if you'd ever like to dance again, or even walk for that matter.
5) You've only been here for two months, good luck during the first decent rain when all of the oil that's been soaked into the tar on the roads seeps to the surface, black ice, those tires were designed for "extreme" weather.
6) Last, the honda fit, toyota prius, smart care, and other vehicles are high mileage, and it's the responsible thing to do. Riding a scooter in fortress Europa might be ok, but it's not here in the US of A, in the city with the highest insurance premiums around...there's a reason for this...accidents. I saw young girls/guys like you every weekend end up on cold slabs
Finally...why do I give a damn? Because I'm a tax payer and pay into our health care system, and I'm tired of supporting people who are irresponsible.
You're a bright girl, but wow...go read about darwinism...survival of the fitest...sheeesh
www.702sportbikes.com (go to the forum, read some of the posts, learn about the accidents)
My quick response reminded him that I mentioned in my profile that I ride a 150cc scooter and that if he finds them so unsafe, he shouldn't have messaged me in the first place. I also compared the dangers of walking and bike riding to my scooters/motorcycles and said sometimes you just have to pick the lesser of 2 evils. Oh, and that he has a long way to go to give up consumerism.
Match Date #1 = Fail.
My optimism for this site has dropped. No future dates planned at this point.
On the plus side, I found a delicious vegan dish at a new restaurant. And as my sister pointed out, at least I didn't get the lecture in person!
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