dearest prep,
i can't believe that you stole my thunder! and yet... i sort of can, since that's what a prep would do (and a man).
so, my date on thursday ended up being at a somewhat interesting place, and by interesting i mean that it had the potential to be bad. VERY BAD. it looked like it would have been cool if it was 1995, and i was planning to give it the benefit of the doubt since it was playing "empire state of mind" during my first drink. however, then after about 20 more minutes, my date started commenting on how he hoped that the music would improved, and i had to agree. by this time, there was a crowd of people in the bar, so i figured that it indeed would. we went to a more secluded area of the bar, and i couldn't tell if it was my vino-induced pondering or what, but suddenly i heard nothing but 90's R&B. and we're talking... the kind they played in the 90s, if you were an ibanker, and if you were 40, and if you liked smooth listening.
it wasn't very smooth.
anyway, the foray into the online dating scene has been CRAZY this week. it's a blizzard of activity, except for a couple of candidates. i accidentally went on chat yesterday, and some guy was shamelessly iming me:
guy: hey, what's up
priss: hi, getting ready to meet friends, and you?
guy: nothing. what do you do?
priss: i'm in XXXX, how about you?
guy: i'm a grad student at NYU. want to meet up?
priss: i'm sorry, i already made plans for tonight
guy: how about tomorrow?
priss: sorry, i actually have plans for tomorrow as well
guy: oh okay. ditch your friends and hang out with me tonight
priss: sorry, i really can't
guy: come on
priss: sorry
guy: okay that's fine haha
guy: so what are you up to this weekend
priss: oh sorry! my friend just got here, i have to leave
guy: let's hang out tomorrow
guy: can i have your number
sadly, this was the THIRD guy like this. why are guys so desperate? is it that they suddenly hit a certain age and have lost touch with their mothers? please explain.
in other news... i met a man who was 14 years older than me last night and let him buy me a drink. he was nice, seemed cool, and then started telling me about his friend's plans to propose to his girlfriend today. the 14-yrs-older-guy kept making jokes about this, and obviously had no woman of his own yet, which led me to believe that all boys grow up to be, well, boys! hopefully the engagement's going well right now. :-) i didn't feel guilty about letting him buy a drink for me because i felt like talking to him, but i think that this does beg the question, how many women slut themselves out for nice drinks?
anyway, what's going on with hiking-on-the-appalachian-trail? any other potentials?
fondly,
priss
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