2011-02-11
gust of wind
so i've been dating guys on okcupid, which is very weird. firstly because i don't really "date" and never have. secondly because i tend to like (or want to like) everybody and am just realizing that now i actually have to choose, which means straight up rejecting people. or, in more generous terms, staying friends.
so far, my track record is pretty good. the first guy, who was 37, shortish and of Indian (east) extraction, was awesome and we went from dive bar to dive bar in the tenderloin, enjoying good conversation, some laughs and a definite click. i think he was angling for some more (well, definitely angling as he was trying to ply me to his place with promises of whiskey), but i had to get back across the bay for work or some shit the next day, so i bounced. right away he texted saying he had a great time, etc., but thankfully never called again. i probably would have gone out with him again, but in retrospect, that would have been no bueno. on to the next.
who was another short guy with very small hands (smells like cabbage...haha, not really) who was cool, but into things like Disney and kind of seemed a little gay. we had an awsum time, but i ended up sending him a let down email (after a noncommital response to a follow-up message) along the lines of, "you're awesome and we definitely clicked, but for me it was more friendly than romantic." and it worked! we will drink shots if we ever run into each other at a derby bout...or so he says. on to the next.
the next is a colombian statistics phd who not only gives me the special tingle (like now, while i write this even), but does NOT occupy my every though with ridiculous gratuitous fantasies that will inevitably bite me in the ass. in fact, i keep bracing myself for some kind of a turn off, in the way i usually go hot and cold for dudes, and am surprised that there hasn't been so far! we had our second date last night with $1.50 pbr pints then escrabble and cohibas in my room. i paid dearly for the cigar incident with lorraine wrath, but strangely managed to turn it into a smiley joke by cutting her off at the pass with a drippy apology! hooray! now who is the easily manipulated roommate? seemingly all of them, i suppose. this is danger zone stuff.
anyway, i like this boy's face and little side dimple and toothsome smile and pretty hands. and his easy way and leftist politics and appreciation for family and goodness. ahh
tinteardrop at 6:52 p.m.