spring is in the air!

the trees are starting to bud and the warm weather is teasing us. everyone is in a great mood and excited to be outside basking in the warm sunlight. ahhhh ... flirting season is here! and in case i had forgotten to take notice, i've had a few reminders from the ghosts of dating-past.

party boy inquired as to my st patty's day festivity plans (i have none since i am running a 5K on saturday morning. BORING!)

the redhead has been contacting me much more regularly ... almost daily. tonight was an invite to do my reading at his house while he finished up some work himself. although inviting, i really need to get some stuff done tonight and i know better than to think it will happen over there.

and last, but certainly not least (in the entertainment category, that is), cranberry juice guy tracked me down on myspace. he left a very brief, but telling message: lookin' good! I will most definitely reply, but only after i am sure he has noticed that i have logged on and NOT replied yet. i don't call this blog dating games for nothing! besides, he always plays hard to get, but expects you to be at his beck and call. he will contact you when he wants to hang out, but not a minute (much less a day) before that moment. he calls it being spontaneous. i call it disrespectful, noncommittal and plain out lazy. but he is always good for a few laughs over a spontaneous beer!

cheap entertainment

put a harness or collar on a cat that isn't used to wearing one. the cat will contort himself in ways that you could never imagine, and he will continue to do it until that damn thing is off! hours worth of cheap entertainment ...

Is it that obvious that my dating life is a bit slow these days????

i spy

a man in a very pink oxford, metallic silver miami-vice jacket, light jeans and black loafers. I would have guessed him gay, but he did not have on a coat in 30 degree weather. A gay man would surely take the opportunity to wear a fabulous leather or fur coat. Maybe he was European ...

Baby , Be My Valentine

Instead of spending Valentines Day having a romantic dinner with the man in my life (my cat), I am spending it in the delivery room with my sister. I really couldn't be happier about it. Well, I'd be happier if my niece would actually make an appearance tonight! I've been sitting here for since before noon. They aren't expecting things to start happening until after midnight! Ugh - no valentine baby after all! This whole baby thing is way too much anxiety for me, and I have to keep my wits about me because my sister is not the calmest person on earth (understatement).

But Where's the Guy I Thought I was Meeting?

Go on a semi-blind date. We have pictures of each other and have emailed back and forth. He seems smart, witty, and funny. I am somewhat excited, but have been here so many times that I know the chances of greatness are slim.

We meet at the Science Club on 19th street. My first visit, and I definitely like the place. I grab a table and a glass of red that the bartender suggested - and it was a great suggestion.

My date arrives (we won't bother with a nickname since he did not gain blog name status), orders a glass of the house red wine after asking about the happy hour specials.

Note to the men: NEVER ask about specials on your first date!!!! It makes you look cheap, immature, and completely uncharming. You don't have to ask for the most expensive thing, but know what you want without asking what is on special.

We chat for a bit about basically nothing. At the decision point (i.e., empty wine glass), he offers to grab a bite. I politely decline using my school work excuse, but suggest one more glass of wine thinking maybe he would loosen up a bit after a second glass.

I would swear this is not the same guy I emailed with. He had almost zero social skills, no conversation starters and just plain out DULL! At the end of the date, I paid my half of the tab, and we went our separate ways.

Another note to the men: If you like your date, pay even if she offers to pay. Dutch is too platonic for a first date and indicates you are not interested.

Wow, even my dates are boring these days. Maybe I should stop dating lawyers.

sweetness

The Redhead has a cold. Apparently I am coming down with something as well because I voluntarily offered to drive to his place after class and bring him soup! For anyone who knows me, this is MAJOR - I don't ever volunteer to do anything nice for a man unless I am getting something in return, I don't drive except on weekends, and I go nowhere after class. After I made the offer over IM, I couldn't believe my own eyes. Did I really just type that??? I think I need to drink more or something ... can't let it get around that I have the ability to be nice to men. My entire reputation is at stake!

retainer agreement

Redhead - I didn't get call from you this weekend.

Me - Was I supposed to call you this weekend?

Redhead - only if you were interested in my services

Me - Well, I don't like to take advantage of a benefit.

Redhead - Didn't you know that I am on call? You call, I provide services in exchange for participation from you.


That is what lawyers call a retainer agreement.

double duty

Earlier this week I met the work nerd for … tea? Who meets for tea in the 21st century? I am not a huge tea fan, but what the hell. Come to find out, he really isn’t a big tea drinker either! He is a really nice guy and the meeting wasn’t bad, just not exciting. He’s a little younger than me, but from Canada – may have to keep him in my back pocket in case I decide I need to head to the border one day …

Later that same night …

A booty call from the redhead. He is “in the neighborhood”. Sure you are. Not that I’m complaining, of course. From the very beginning of our ‘relationship’ the redhead has been urging me to invite one or more of my girlfriends to join us. He also suggested that we invite another couple to join us. When I used the excuse that I wasn’t aware of any of my friends that would be interested, he started looking at ads in the City Paper for places to meet people who would be. Soon after that things went downhill for me personally, and we really didn’t see much of each other. He has apparently picked up where we left off.

He wants us to go here:

WARNING: THIS LINK IS NOT WORK-SAFE!!!!
www.entrenousqueen.com/


This is a lifestyle club that allows only couples and single women to enter. It is supposed to be an upscale, club environment for people over 21. The average age is around 27-30. No sex, no nudity allowed, but “propositions” highly encouraged. Although he has definitely aroused my curiosity, I am not sure I am ready to go yet. I tried to tell him that the people would not be as glamorous as the website indicates. There may be a couple of hotties, but in general, the hotties will be paid by the club to be there.

Don’t get me wrong, I am open to new experiences sexually and otherwise – willing to try just about anything once. Maybe I am just not comfortable going with HIM. Or maybe I need time to get used to the idea – or, most likely, he just needs to catch me after a few drinks!