Last week, KK turned 29. If you survived any number of outings with me, or even just being in the same room with me during the obnoxiousness that is June 7 - thank you and I love you. With a week packed full of drinks, friends and giggles - there was plenty of competition for highlights but I'll have to go with:
Girl Highlight of the Week:
Dinner at Stella's on a cool June night, ringing in 29 years with those who have become my Denver family. With Suzy to my left, we toasted tempranillo wine, dipped bread, stuffed ourselves with pasta and ate cake.
Boy Highlight of the Week:
A picnic in the park with the writer. It was one of those dates that when you're exchanging emails, you say 'We should make PB&Js, drink wine and ponder life.' I can tell you that rarely those dates actually happen and instead, turn in to drinks in between meetings. But with the writer, of course it would happen. Gordon it tow, we arrived to the park, found a tree and set up a picnic that would last the entire afternoon. Filled with great conversation and promising plans - it was the perfect first date at 29.
Showing posts with label dates. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dates. Show all posts
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
Role Play
Last night was my fifth date with Jeff Goldblum. I just got back in to town from ten days in San Diego and Vegas so I warned him that I would likely not be much use. He suggested a night in, complete with dinner and the series finale of House. I told him that I never watched an episode of House but The Bachelorette kicked off last week.....
After half a dozen texts, Goldblum had the #BIE (read: best idea ever) and suggested that we watch his show while playing my show. I would be the Bachelorette and he would be a contestant, working it for the rose. Well if you know me, and know that I once made it to third round of casting for The Bachelor way back in 2006 - you know that I was all about this date.
Like a true gentleman, Goldblum picked me up, even giving me a few extra minutes to get myself freshened up. Once we arrived back at his place (the mansion), the date consisted of appetizers (including cheese), wine, a sunset, kisses and whiskey ice cream. And lots of well-researched lines from The Bachelorette.
I didn't have a rose with me but if I had, Goldblum totally would have received the 'Final Rose' for that evening.
After half a dozen texts, Goldblum had the #BIE (read: best idea ever) and suggested that we watch his show while playing my show. I would be the Bachelorette and he would be a contestant, working it for the rose. Well if you know me, and know that I once made it to third round of casting for The Bachelor way back in 2006 - you know that I was all about this date.
Like a true gentleman, Goldblum picked me up, even giving me a few extra minutes to get myself freshened up. Once we arrived back at his place (the mansion), the date consisted of appetizers (including cheese), wine, a sunset, kisses and whiskey ice cream. And lots of well-researched lines from The Bachelorette.
I didn't have a rose with me but if I had, Goldblum totally would have received the 'Final Rose' for that evening.
Tuesday, May 8, 2012
things no one told me...
i've been going on some dates now. quite a few actually. and while they're typically fun, i miss my free time. time when i don't have plans to meet someone for the first time. time when i'm not "on".
i was talking with katie this morning about plans she has to meet a boy from 6:15-8:00 - he has tickets to a show after that. "it'll be short and sweet (hopefully)", she says (isn't she the cutest?!). then i had an epiphany. and i feel silly that it took me this long to get here on my own... short dates, especially for the first one, are preferable. if you leave wanting more, see him again. done and dusted. now i can go catch up on "downton abbey".
if you read our very first post where we talked about our dating history, you know that i've never really been out in the world, single and dating. this is all new for me. and to avoid any future awkwardness and exhaustion, please, for the love of all things sacred, tell me what else i need to know!
thank you.
i was talking with katie this morning about plans she has to meet a boy from 6:15-8:00 - he has tickets to a show after that. "it'll be short and sweet (hopefully)", she says (isn't she the cutest?!). then i had an epiphany. and i feel silly that it took me this long to get here on my own... short dates, especially for the first one, are preferable. if you leave wanting more, see him again. done and dusted. now i can go catch up on "downton abbey".
if you read our very first post where we talked about our dating history, you know that i've never really been out in the world, single and dating. this is all new for me. and to avoid any future awkwardness and exhaustion, please, for the love of all things sacred, tell me what else i need to know!
thank you.
Monday, April 30, 2012
6 vs. 12
I went on several dates last week and when I would report back to Suzy, she would ask "How was it, 1-10?" and I would say, "Um. 6. Nice guy but....." and it didn't matter what that 'but' was - they were 6s. Which meant I maybe would go out with them again but probably shouldn't - for both of our sakes (boredom for me, false hope for the others).
I was in desperate need of a 10. With a date looming to make a "final exchange of belongings" with the ex, I needed to be reminded that 10s are out there.
And then Saturday night brought me a 12 and so I am here to tell you today the difference between a 6 and a 12.
A date with a 6
After several email exchanges and a follow-up call or text, you agree to go out. On a weekday because you kind of know he's going to be a 6 and Friday and Saturday nights are reserved for whatever it may be that you want to do - be that an 8+.
You arrive at a place that is familiar, you were just here last week with a girlfriend - maybe not the best place for a first date but maybe he's just not trying to blow your hair back or invest until he knows you're worth it. It's within walking/biking distance of your house.
You greet each other with either a handshake or that butt-out, half-way hug.
You order a drink - he's a gentleman so he pays.
A discussion about work, what do you do, where do you do it, how long you been doing it - that usually gets you through drink one.
You debate having another - especially since he's a nice guy and hasn't dropped any 'peeping tom' jokes, the word poop within the first 5 minutes or said that if your dog was attacked by a mountain lion, it would be a good day for the both of you (and yes, all of these have actually happened in my online dating life). You order drink number two.
By the time number two is finished, you know how many siblings he has, where he has traveled and whether or not you want to go out with him again. You're not sure (mostly because you feel that if you agree and the night rolls around, you'll be tempted to just stay in and watch 'The Voice').
So when it wraps and he picks up the bill, you smile and thank him and keep the plans open - maybe sometime next week or the week after? Work is kind of crazy.....
And you're home by 8. In sweats by 8:30 and back on OKC by 9.
A date with a 12
The possibility of a new message from him is what keeps you logging in to OKC three times a day. He's cute, the right age and his emails make you laugh. After an email that took you an hour to write, but sounded like it just rolled off your tongue - you two have a date. It's his birthday week so it's not just a date but a cause for celebration.
You arrive late, of course, because this is one you wouldn't want to be late for but since you agreed to a Saturday night date, you have a feeling you might tie one on and therefore leave your car parked safely at home and take the bus.
You spot him parked at the bar across the restaurant and he's already yackin' it up with the bartender and halfway through his first drink.
He greets you with a full hug as you launch into an apology, he tells you not to even worry - sit down, house margarita?
And of course you talk about what you both do, whether those siblings exist or not and what brought you to Colorado - but you're also laughing (what a concept!), telling stories and exchanging arm brushes. You're having FUN.
Before you know it, one drink has turned in to three and it's 10 p.m. but it's Saturday night so when he returns from the bathroom, you ask if he's up for another drink. He invites you to his next plan for the evening (because 12s are social like you).
The date turns in to an adventure the moment you walk out of your first meeting place. The night consists of tequila shots, a guy hitting on you, a run in with his ex leading to a slap across the face, a first kiss next to a shuffleboard table, a dog walk resulting in a bloody knee, spilled Moscow mules - all resulting in you waking up an hour late, rushing to somehow make yourself presentable for a brunch date with your girlfriend before an afternoon baseball game.
And yes, that smile across your face and the texts exchanged the next day make it all worth it.
That is a 12. And 12s are here to remind us that no matter what we had in our pasts - the next thing could be even better.
I was in desperate need of a 10. With a date looming to make a "final exchange of belongings" with the ex, I needed to be reminded that 10s are out there.
And then Saturday night brought me a 12 and so I am here to tell you today the difference between a 6 and a 12.
A date with a 6
After several email exchanges and a follow-up call or text, you agree to go out. On a weekday because you kind of know he's going to be a 6 and Friday and Saturday nights are reserved for whatever it may be that you want to do - be that an 8+.
You arrive at a place that is familiar, you were just here last week with a girlfriend - maybe not the best place for a first date but maybe he's just not trying to blow your hair back or invest until he knows you're worth it. It's within walking/biking distance of your house.
You greet each other with either a handshake or that butt-out, half-way hug.
You order a drink - he's a gentleman so he pays.
A discussion about work, what do you do, where do you do it, how long you been doing it - that usually gets you through drink one.
You debate having another - especially since he's a nice guy and hasn't dropped any 'peeping tom' jokes, the word poop within the first 5 minutes or said that if your dog was attacked by a mountain lion, it would be a good day for the both of you (and yes, all of these have actually happened in my online dating life). You order drink number two.
By the time number two is finished, you know how many siblings he has, where he has traveled and whether or not you want to go out with him again. You're not sure (mostly because you feel that if you agree and the night rolls around, you'll be tempted to just stay in and watch 'The Voice').
So when it wraps and he picks up the bill, you smile and thank him and keep the plans open - maybe sometime next week or the week after? Work is kind of crazy.....
And you're home by 8. In sweats by 8:30 and back on OKC by 9.
A date with a 12
The possibility of a new message from him is what keeps you logging in to OKC three times a day. He's cute, the right age and his emails make you laugh. After an email that took you an hour to write, but sounded like it just rolled off your tongue - you two have a date. It's his birthday week so it's not just a date but a cause for celebration.
You arrive late, of course, because this is one you wouldn't want to be late for but since you agreed to a Saturday night date, you have a feeling you might tie one on and therefore leave your car parked safely at home and take the bus.
You spot him parked at the bar across the restaurant and he's already yackin' it up with the bartender and halfway through his first drink.
He greets you with a full hug as you launch into an apology, he tells you not to even worry - sit down, house margarita?
And of course you talk about what you both do, whether those siblings exist or not and what brought you to Colorado - but you're also laughing (what a concept!), telling stories and exchanging arm brushes. You're having FUN.
Before you know it, one drink has turned in to three and it's 10 p.m. but it's Saturday night so when he returns from the bathroom, you ask if he's up for another drink. He invites you to his next plan for the evening (because 12s are social like you).
The date turns in to an adventure the moment you walk out of your first meeting place. The night consists of tequila shots, a guy hitting on you, a run in with his ex leading to a slap across the face, a first kiss next to a shuffleboard table, a dog walk resulting in a bloody knee, spilled Moscow mules - all resulting in you waking up an hour late, rushing to somehow make yourself presentable for a brunch date with your girlfriend before an afternoon baseball game.
And yes, that smile across your face and the texts exchanged the next day make it all worth it.
That is a 12. And 12s are here to remind us that no matter what we had in our pasts - the next thing could be even better.
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