In about a week from now I'm sure I'll have a very interesting blog post to explain the do's and don'ts of starting a school year as an employee and not a student but until then...I got other things to blog about.
First, I hope y'all love my new layout and name! It's a little homage to a favorite tv show from the 90's, Clarissa Explains It All, with Melissa Joan Hart. I loved Clarissa Darling and how sarcastic and witty she was and I have loved everything Melissa Joan Hart has done since (Sabrina the Teenage Witch anyone?) No she's not A-list but she's hilarious. So yeah, new name, new look, just tons of changes for me this year!
As I navigate my new life in New York, and from a suggestion from a friend or two, I started more-or-less online dating. Yeah, we'll go with that. Tinder/Match/eHarmony/Farmer's Only, whatever platform you think it is, it's not so don't go looking me up. Judgers can think what you want, it's something to do, meet more people, etc. And it's not often, and I don't go online every chance I get. But I have been on long enough that I have had a few conversations. One conversation was short and and he suggested we go to Saratoga, a near by town with a horse race track, for the day that very weekend. Umm. No thanks. And he had a little too much baggage. (previously engaged but broke it off 2 months ago...real quick rebound.)
But I did feel ok enough to go get coffee with a guy. It's a public place, it's daylight, and it's just coffee. Really, it's JUST coffee.
Kinda how I felt. Really, it wasn't a date, meeting for coffee is not a date.
So we agree to meet at a cafe near the campus at a specific time. I'm not nervous, in fact I'm kinda like ugh, this is taking away from my time watching Dr. Who. But I go. And I'm punctual.
First Strike: He lets me know 5 seconds our AGREED upon time that he's going to be late by 20minutes as "he's just now leaving". Ok...meanwhile I have been there for 4 minutes already. Thank god the newspaper had a unfinished crossword.
Awkwardly meet and I find out he's very much from Canada as he has long o's and says 'aboot' 'eh' all that jazz. Ok, definitely not on his profile but it's cool, Canada was cool. And he's wearing a bight orange polo shirt and matching cargo shorts. He looks like the biggest Bronco fan but none of it is actually Bronco gear...Ok. We go to order and he says he's going to get some food. I'll stick to coffee but thanks for offering.
Second Strike: He goes to order and then turns around embarrassed and says he's forgotten his wallet. Well. Umm. What's the protocol for paying for 'just coffee' ??? I offer to pay and thankfully he forgoes the food but then he orders a large mocha extra shot and something or other and I'm like...you get the most expensive specialty drink?? and a large? I DONT KNOW YOU DUDE! Get a small.
Two strikes and we haven't even sat down yet. So glad I signed up for this.
We stand there waiting for our drink/look for a table and he's just not going to take the lead so I find the table and I go get the drinks when their ready. It's not like I paid OH WAIT I DID. It's fine. Sit back down, and start asking questions. I know about his job, as an engineer who is in the area because of a training course, his siblings, life in Canada and it's major differences than the states (school is cheaper and much better education than any school in the US. All schools in Canada are better than all US schools. Right, because Harvard and Yale aren't world class and I've never even heard of a single college in Canada but ok whatever. And people are just so much nicer in Canada, even though this US citizen paid for your large mocha and I don't even know your last name but yeah we're all giant a$$holes) and I think he knows that I work at the University at Albany and that I am from California but spent last 2 years in Illinois (all things on my profile). It was a predominantly one-sided conversation for sure but it wasn't terrible, I've had worse. It's not pulling teeth to get him to talk so that was a good thing.
We talk about snow (it's Canada, sorry, I had to ask one question about snow.) and skiing and he seems nice albeit socially awkward, but I keep looking at the clock. I just can't. No chemistry, not really interested in the slightest and I don't think he's over the moon about me either. Can't say I'll lose any sleep over it though.
And then the poor Orange goof struck out. Strike Three.
Now that is a perfectly analogy. I liked this guy about as much as I like going to the dentist. Ok, I'll go but I'm totally lying about how much I floss. Or in his case that I was helping the freshman move in (I could have but I missed that volunteer email. oops)
He could have overcome the other strikes had he been Prince Charming and we hit it off but not the case. Ce la vie. Take your large mocha and have a nice life in Canada, guy. See ya, hopefully not but you get what I'm saying.
So I wasn't too upset (at all) and it's more of a funny story than anything else. And I can officially say I'm on the dating scene. Dating means failing at relationship-ing but I'm not too worried about it. Here's to having an excuse to dress up and try new places to eat and meet new people and probably too many hilariously awkward dates/first meetings to explain to you all.
I'm off to bed as we start our week of chaos tomorrow and I'm going to need some beauty rest.
To be continued!
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