Thermal material, does not a dress shirt make...

OK, so as the title suggests, I started this blog because I have started to date online. I think that the things I have been seeing and experiencing have to be shared.

Let's start by sharing the date that I had last night. My first date in a long time. We'll call him... "Mr. Half-on-a-Pizza". I'm going somewhere with that name, wait for it. This particular guy I met a loooong time ago but happened to reconnect with him on plentyoffish.com. I spoke with him via email and on the phone a couple of times the worst I could say about him was that he asked a lot of questions. Not so bad, I could actually go on a date with this man. So, he says, "How about Monday?" I said, "OK." What shall we do? He says, "Go for a walk in the park?" Really? In November? At Bathurst and St. Clair?

I think I need to mention that this man doesn't drive. Yes, here come the comments of, "Oh you're superficial!" No!!!! If you wanna Ride the Rocket/Bus, own it, love it, learn it, master it. Don't beg a ride from those who have taken the time and money to have the privilege of driving a car. Don't make me use my expensive gas to come to where you're at because you don't wanna use the Metropass, that I know you have, to come into my area. Ride that Rocket or buy a damn car!!

So, either way, maybe we should see a movie. You can tell a lot about a person by the movie that they will actually pay money to see. He suggests... Couples Retreat. Boo-urns. Let's just meet at my house. The date is supposed to be on a Monday. He calls me on the Saturday and asks if he can come over on the Saturday night instead. I finish work at 12 midnight, this is a point that has already been made. He wants to know if we're gonna watch football while he's here. Football doesn't come on at those hours of the night, how are we going to watch it? BECAUSE HE EXPECTS TO SLEEPOVER AT MY HOUSE!!! What the... This is what's called a first date now a days. I told him, in better words, hell to the no, you're not sleeping at my house. I wouldn't even let you pull up a square of carpet next to my couch in my living room.

I decided to give the guy a chance and go back to the original Monday date, making it very clear that there was to be no sleeping over. He messages me later on at work and he asks I would come to his house instead. Just in case you weren't aware, let's go through the process of making a date or meeting once again:

1. Choose a date.


2. Choose place.


3. Choose a time.


4. Show up!!!

No calculus or algebra involved.

After many "confirmation" blackberry messages, the date was finally set, AGAIN, for Monday after work. He's asks if he should eat before he comes. Ya damn right you should!!! Cause I ain't cookin for you. Yes, at this time, my women's intuition said, "It's not too late to cancel this date." But he was definitely better than the guy who's message said.... and I quote copy:

something about you making me feel to kiss you up.

Literary genius. I wonder if that line has ever worked for him...

So, I got my cute top on and my nice jeans. Mr. Half-on-a-Pizza shows up to my house in, get this.... joggers and a thermal shirt (For those of you who are unaware, it's a shirt made out of the long-john material) The full ensemble is shown below.

and...

A HOLE IN HIS SOCK!!!

C'mon man! You know you're going to some one's house to take off your shoes. At least dig out your good socks man!! Gebus. I mean, if those are the socks that you took the time to pull on, who knows what kind of raggedy ass underwear he made the effort to pull on. Oh, did I forget to mention, this "man" is THIRTY YEARS OLD!!!

We, well I, decided that we were going to watch House and Heroes. Great shows man.

Anyways, one pop and halfway through House the man says, "I have $10, do you want to go halves on a pizza?"

But wait there's more!!! Tomorrow. My head hurts...