Lest you think I have been slacking on my real job (going on horrible dates for your amusement), I have NOT, but I have been slacking on writing about them. In short, in the last two months, I've been out with four different and new frogs and well, here's a brief summary:
*Frog #1 (2 dates): MIT-grad working at a start-up company, area code: 609. We went to City Bar and Piattini (decent selections). He actually made me feel physically threatened twice by shoving his tongue down my throat once and continually grabbing me. EPIC FAIL.
*Frog #2 (2 dates): Harvard grad working at a start up company, area code: 508. On our first date, we went to Sister Sorel and actually had a pretty good time, although I realize in hindsight, I thought we had a good time, but really I was just highly amused by my new insta-gay friends I met at the bar. He then asked me to go to a concert and very nicely left two gift-wrapped CDs of the band with my doorman so I could listen to the band prior to the concert. Unfortunately, he picked me up at 5pm to go to a concert at House of Blues... 6 hours of angsty white people music/"music" that is indistinguishable from feedback/no dinner/standing with no seats later, I wanted to die. Incapable of reading my subtle cues of pain and anguish, he then sent me several unanswered texts asking to go out again. K & I subsequently ran into him at Capital Grille where she proceeded to stand in front of him and stare which was not awkward at all. NICE GUY, NOT THE ONE.
*Frog #3 (1 date): Radiologist, area code: 608. I had semi-decent hopes for Frog #3, he seemed to have a decent sense of humor and shared my love of Bill Simmons.... however, when I met him in real life for dinner at Sorellina, I wondered if it was possible to be more bored. Sigh. He sent me an email asking to meet up again, and I (oops) haven't written back SUPER NICE GUY, REAL BORING.
*Frog #4 (1 date): Cardiologist, area code: 607. I knew we were off to a rocky start when he made me leave the city of Boston to meet him in a place called Brookline. "Brooklyn?" I asked. No, sadly. He seemed kind of judgemental, sort of racist and more feminine than I am. Hmmmmmm.... SIGH.
As I reflected on the past couple of months of terrible dates, I wondered, "am I being too picky here?" After all, for the most part, these guys seemed genuine, nice, successful, highly intelligent and fairly attractive. Should I talk myself into liking one of them? But I kept remembering that after each date ended, I had this feeling of "oh, I hope he doesn't ever contact me again."
Then, I watched the season premiere of How I Met Your Mother, one of my favorite tv shows. The main character is trying to decide between two women to take to an event and eventually realizes that he doesn't actually like either one...that he wanted to be a crazy in love idiot... and that you don't need to talk yourself into being with someone or take days to choose, it either works (which is obvious fairly quickly) or it doesn't and that he'd forgotten that.
Although I don't think I should pattern my life after a television show, I think that there is complete truth to his observation. We all know when we've truly been "crazy about"/interested in someone and the many, many times we've talked ourselves into second dates, good on paper or even entire relationships. Yesterday, I was waiting for the T/underground railroad and ran into an ex-boyfriend from my past and realized that it is true. I had probably talked myself into an entire yearlong relationship with someone that I didn't have genuine chemistry with/wasn't really into just because I wanted to have a boyfriend and wanted the "sort of happily ever" ending he promised. Needless to say, that encounter was awkward and semi-stalkerish (from his end). But, I guess if this experience has taught me anything, it's that I'll know it when I see it and hopefully will meet it/him soon b/c being a crazy in love idiot is pretty fun too!
