Jake from State Farm took up entirely too much space in my posts. He’s not completely terrible, but I definitely won’t be dating him. I won’t rule out meeting up again, I’m sure running into each other is bound to happen at some point, and I’m fine with that.
Carissa asked if I’d be going back on match.com now that I moved here. I said definitely not yet. I wanna feel my way around on my own first. I do still have an active okcupid account, which is free, and many people see as a joke. Because it’s free. I just take it with a grain of salt. I’m not really actively on there, but am not opposed to responding to messages of people who seem fun and normal. My take on it is, I’m new in town; having a new friend wouldn’t be the worst thing that could happen, so I’m keeping an open mind.
A guy who we will call JR messaged me on OKC (that’s what the cool kids call it for short). He seemed cute and adventurous, and although he admitted to drinking protein shakes as meals (gag), he definitely didn’t look or seem to be a meathead. He has a traditional job, which as I mentioned in a past post, is uncommon ’round these parts. When I say a traditional job, I mean he has one. That he goes to. 5 days a week. And gets a paycheck.
Don’t get me wrong, it’s not all about the paycheck, but guys with zero motivation in life just bother me. A lot. I was anxious to get away from all of the NYC materialistic “suits,” but what I failed to realize is that the polar opposite in a guy is equally as unattractive.
So anyway, here we have a seemingly laid back dude… with a job, a propensity towards travel, and a resident of Mission Beach (convenience). We sent each other a couple of emails, in which I made it clear I’m not a fan of being “pen-pals” with someone I don’t know and have never met. I feel like it just gets awkward when you talk to someone a bunch, then meet them, decide you don’t like them, and then just quit talking to them.
So…. JR responded with “I know this is really last-minute, but would you be able to go out tonight? I’m leaving for Europe on Friday for several weeks for work, so we’d have to be pen-pals until after that… or not.”
Errrrrrr….. that’s annoying. Who has to go to Europe for several weeks?? Shut up, Court, be happy he HAS a job. I was kinda busy that night attending a birthday party for a bar I’d never even been to with some friends from college. Yes, it was important. They had good drink specials. So I told him I was going, but if he didn’t find it awkward, he was welcome to join. He surprisingly accepted the invitation.
Soooo…. I’m sitting there at a table with a bunch of people. JR hadn’t gotten there yet. Carissa and everyone else obviously had seen his pictures so they knew who to look for. All of the sudden Carissa stands up on her bar stool peg, waves her arms and goes
“There he is!”
I instinctively hopped off my chair without really looking at him, and walked right up. The guy standing next to him looked at me and said “Oh she actually showed up.” I said:
“Hi JR!”
He said, “I’m not JR.”
I ran away.
Ugh…. CARISSA!!!!!
So the correct person, did walk in shortly after, and the night went well. He met my sister and her Mexican lover, Tonto. Look at that, two shout-outs to Tonto in one week. My PSU friends made fun of me, but there’s very little that offends me. He was the type of guy that grows on you. The more I talked to him, the more I liked him. And Carissa and I didn’t scare him away…. soooooo……..
After a couple of hours I excused myself because I had an early morning. He left as well. And offered me a ride home. In his Mercedes. I was like oooolalalaaa I feel rich! And I didn’t put that sentence in quotes, because I didn’t actually say that out loud, thank goodness. A few of the things you probably shouldn’t say on a first date, I obviously did say. Which include but are not limited to:
1. Windshield wipers turn me on
2. Rainex turns me on
3. I wish it rained here so I could take advantage of my Rainex.
Despite these being the last things I said to him before a hug goodbye, he dug me. He told me so. And he told me to avoid all other men until he gets back. I told him fat chance. In a nicer way. I only met him for less than 3 hours…. I’m not sold yet. Butttttt I haven’t ruled him out either…..
Catch ya on the flip side.
xoxo Gossip Girl
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