That's what a guy said to me on my way home. It means "You look very chic." Thanks, I think.
Being 'hit-on' count just on my way home (not counting on the way there or on the way to my date): 4
Drink count: 1 glass white wine (on disasterous date), 1 glass red wine (cianti, at dinner), 1 cosmopolitan, 2 watered-down grapefruity shots (all at bar), beer (on my way home)
Still not drunk. I think water was added to everything I drank all night because I am a cheap drunk.
Saturday, May 17, 2008
"Du siehst aber schick aus"
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Blind Date Blues
My date sucked. Plain and simple.
First of all, he didn't look half as good as his photo. But no judgement. I'm willing to give anyone a chance if they have a shining personality. Unfortunately this one did NOT. The conversation started off pleasant enough, the usual small talk people make with me about Canada and Germany, but then after we finished our coffee he wanted me to go have a glass of wine at his house. Seeing as this is a guy I met off the internet and don't know at all, I politely declined and suggested we get a glass of wine in the nice cafe next door instead. He kept pushing. I flat out told him that I don't know him and that I would feel more comfortable in a bar. He got all defensive about how he is a 'nice guy' (and I'm SURE all the rapists use that line too, buddy.) We ended up having a glass of wine in a cafe, and I texted my friend to call me and make up some excuse about why I had to leave. I'm meeting her for dinner in a bit. Needless to say there will NOT be a second date. I am in dire need of a martini.
First of all, he didn't look half as good as his photo. But no judgement. I'm willing to give anyone a chance if they have a shining personality. Unfortunately this one did NOT. The conversation started off pleasant enough, the usual small talk people make with me about Canada and Germany, but then after we finished our coffee he wanted me to go have a glass of wine at his house. Seeing as this is a guy I met off the internet and don't know at all, I politely declined and suggested we get a glass of wine in the nice cafe next door instead. He kept pushing. I flat out told him that I don't know him and that I would feel more comfortable in a bar. He got all defensive about how he is a 'nice guy' (and I'm SURE all the rapists use that line too, buddy.) We ended up having a glass of wine in a cafe, and I texted my friend to call me and make up some excuse about why I had to leave. I'm meeting her for dinner in a bit. Needless to say there will NOT be a second date. I am in dire need of a martini.
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Announcement
Ladies and Gentlemen, I have a date on Saturday.
Hopefully this blog will get more interesting after my months-long dry spell, which was admittedly self-inflicted.
He's 28 so I'm hoping he's somewhat grown-up. Arrested development seems to be a defining feature of German men, and at 23 I feel more grown up than most of the guys in their mid-20's, who all seem to act like the guys I knew when I was 19.
Hopefully this blog will get more interesting after my months-long dry spell, which was admittedly self-inflicted.
He's 28 so I'm hoping he's somewhat grown-up. Arrested development seems to be a defining feature of German men, and at 23 I feel more grown up than most of the guys in their mid-20's, who all seem to act like the guys I knew when I was 19.
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Adventures in Web-Dating and S-bahn Fantasies
Frustrated with getting hit on by drunks and construction workers, yet never getting asked out, I decided to try online dating. Mostly, it seems to be like a bar, but online, and less drunk. 95% of the guys that message me are not interesting to me, and some of them are super persistent. I get an average of 30 messages a day, and I can't answer all of them, but some of them insist on continuing to message 'why aren't you answering me?' Here's a clue, if I don't message you, it's the e-equivalent of me saying 'that's nice' then turning back to my friends and ignoring you in a bar...get the hint!
That being said, I do have a date on Saturday with a guy who looks like he is pretty attractive in his photos, and seems interesting from his profile (speaks 4 languages, likes culture)
In other news, I finished my period on Sunday and am at that ridiculously horny part of my cycle. Yesterday I found myself waiting for the S-Bahn, fantasizing about making out with the guy sitting on the bench next to me. That's right. Total stranger. I also had more than a few fantasies about F, who is a roommate of my friend D. He's a ginger kid, but a hot ginger kid. God. I feel like a cat in heat.
That being said, I do have a date on Saturday with a guy who looks like he is pretty attractive in his photos, and seems interesting from his profile (speaks 4 languages, likes culture)
In other news, I finished my period on Sunday and am at that ridiculously horny part of my cycle. Yesterday I found myself waiting for the S-Bahn, fantasizing about making out with the guy sitting on the bench next to me. That's right. Total stranger. I also had more than a few fantasies about F, who is a roommate of my friend D. He's a ginger kid, but a hot ginger kid. God. I feel like a cat in heat.
Monday, May 12, 2008
:(
I finally got a text back from him. It said "Just got back from the choir trip, and I'm busy at school all day and night the entire week. But thanks anyway for the cake."
I don't know. It just screams 'I don't care.' Like, it's the text equivalent of me giving it to him and him shrugging. It wouldn't be the first time a guy shrugged at me when I tried to do something nice for him. It's so hurtful, not just because I have feelings for him, but also because he's my friend and friends aren't supposed to act like that. Friends are supposed to appreciate it when you do things for them. Is he at Uni 24 hours a day? No. I could drop it off. He could acknowledge that I made some effort for him. But he just doesn't care.
One day, I want to be in love with someone and not feel sad about it. I want to tell all my friends that I am really in love, and say it with a smile on my face, not call them crying because I know I'm going to get my heart broken. There is NOTHING worse than that feeling you get when you realize that the person you're in love with not only doesn't love you, but doesn't care enough about you to consider your feelings. It stings. M was supposed to be different than that, but I guess he is just like everybody else.
I don't know. It just screams 'I don't care.' Like, it's the text equivalent of me giving it to him and him shrugging. It wouldn't be the first time a guy shrugged at me when I tried to do something nice for him. It's so hurtful, not just because I have feelings for him, but also because he's my friend and friends aren't supposed to act like that. Friends are supposed to appreciate it when you do things for them. Is he at Uni 24 hours a day? No. I could drop it off. He could acknowledge that I made some effort for him. But he just doesn't care.
One day, I want to be in love with someone and not feel sad about it. I want to tell all my friends that I am really in love, and say it with a smile on my face, not call them crying because I know I'm going to get my heart broken. There is NOTHING worse than that feeling you get when you realize that the person you're in love with not only doesn't love you, but doesn't care enough about you to consider your feelings. It stings. M was supposed to be different than that, but I guess he is just like everybody else.
Holiday
Today is a holiday in Germany! Yay for ANOTHER day off to relax, or rather to recover from the rest of the weekend.
"There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness." - Friedrich Nietzsche
There is still a cake in my fridge. No messages or calls.
"There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness." - Friedrich Nietzsche
There is still a cake in my fridge. No messages or calls.
Friday, May 9, 2008
Twelve
I have a lot of weird superstitions regarding sex (see the "Condom Curse" post.) One of my other ones has something to do with the number 12. I have currently slept with 11 guys, which makes me practically a virgin compared to most people I know in Germany, and a whore compared to my friends in Canada (interesting little cultural difference there.) I have this weird feeling that Bachelor #12 has something special about him, even though I have absolutely no idea who he is. Don't ask me why...I can't even remember who #7 was, for example, without looking at the list I wrote down (and looking at it now, it was J, who I dated for 2 months. Definitely not special.) Maybe my '12' superstition has to do with it being an even dozen...though I highly doubt that the next guy I sleep with will end up being 'the one'. Not with my luck anyway. But wouldn't it be nice?
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
Going Insane
It's been a week since I accidentally forwarded M a message saying 'M is being bitchy' (which he was but that's beside the point) and he's still mad. I'm totally upset about it, and I don't know what to do. The general consensus is to make him a cake, so I guess I will do that because I don't know anything else to do. I want to make some grand gesture showing him I'm not a complete bitch and I'm sorry for being insensitive, so I guess this is the way to do this.
I hate being a girl. I think about these things way too much and analyse them to death. I can't just brush things off, when I really care. If I just brush it off, either I really don't care at all, or it -looks- like I brushed it off when really I'm totally beating myself up about it in my head.
I have horrible PMS, which doesn't help the matter. I'm always so emotional during this time of the month, and both emotionally and physically this is the WORST period I've had since my teen years. I'm totally irrational and I keep crying. I feel like a right idiot.
I hate being a girl. I think about these things way too much and analyse them to death. I can't just brush things off, when I really care. If I just brush it off, either I really don't care at all, or it -looks- like I brushed it off when really I'm totally beating myself up about it in my head.
I have horrible PMS, which doesn't help the matter. I'm always so emotional during this time of the month, and both emotionally and physically this is the WORST period I've had since my teen years. I'm totally irrational and I keep crying. I feel like a right idiot.
Monday, May 5, 2008
Blech
I feel really cranky today.
Ever had one of those nights where you wake up every half hour or so? That was my night last night. Nothing worse than continually interrupting your sleep, all the while knowing that you have to wake up the next morning.
M still isn't speaking to me and I'm worried I really pissed him off. However, at the same time it's really childish, because what I did wasn't THAT bad and he has to either get mad at me directly or get over it. I hate it when he acts like this. Passive aggressiveness has a tendency to make ME really agressive.
Ever had one of those nights where you wake up every half hour or so? That was my night last night. Nothing worse than continually interrupting your sleep, all the while knowing that you have to wake up the next morning.
M still isn't speaking to me and I'm worried I really pissed him off. However, at the same time it's really childish, because what I did wasn't THAT bad and he has to either get mad at me directly or get over it. I hate it when he acts like this. Passive aggressiveness has a tendency to make ME really agressive.
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