2.27.2006

This Guy for President

You people are demanding! If I hear, "You need to update your blog!" one more time...

Anyways, I signed up for the $1 for a week trial on Date.ca because I noticed a cute guy who appeared to have his act together had sent me an e-mail. I sent him one back and he came online and we started chatting on the instant messenger. He seemed nice, intelligent, funny, mature, and liked all the bands that I liked. He had never met anyone online before, but was giving it a chance because his brother met 'the love of his life' online. This was a rare creature indeed! In an unusual act for me, I gave him my cell number at the end of our first conversation. A few days later, he called me and we had a lengthy conversation that went rather well, so we decided to meet up for drinks the next night (a Tuesday, and although I hate going out on weeknights, they usually work out best for first dates because I can cut things short if I'm suffering) even though he had to come all the way from Georgetown :-O!!

I got to the Duke of Kent Pub at Yonge and Eglinton at a few minutes after 8 (I'm notoriously late, so sue me) and saw him immediately, sitting at a table by the bar. My first thoughts were a) He looks older than thirty, b) he looks really Italian and c) I'm not sure how I feel about this. The c) is actually semi-good, seeing as sometimes I walk up to a guy and the voices in my head scream, noooooooooooooooooo! RUN! :-/

I sat down and made some small talk. He was almost done his beer and ordered another one, while I ordered a Malibu and orange. We talked for a bit and I noticed that he was kinda nervous and fidgety, and when he laughed it kinda kept going and turned into this full-body thing. He asked me question after question about everything I do, ie: "Tell me the entire process of the sock business, from the point at which a customer requests a design?" Ugh, who wants to know this crap?

A booth opened up and we seized it, then went out for a smoke (finally, a smoker!!) and had a few awkward silences while standing out there. Went back inside and I was finally able to ask a few questions myself. This is when I find out that he works for State Farm in Georgetown. Odd coincidence, seeing as I know some people who work for State Farm. And then he starts talking about how big into politics he is. And when I say big, I mean HUGE. He was talking about how he was the leader of this political team and that political group in University, and how he helped get Mike Harris voted in, and he always works for the conservative party when they run, and how he wants to run in Georgetown. I wanted to ram sharp things in my ears because I HATE POLITICS. And me, having the slightly crooked halo that I do, decided to push some buttons to see what would happen O:-) I said, "I've never voted." He looks shocked, looks up, "What?!" I looked him dead in the eye and said, "I've never voted. In my life. Ever. I hate politics and think every party is full of shit. I don't care and I doubt I'll ever care." He started twitching a bit, got over the I've-been-hit-by-a-truck look on his face, and proceeded to explain politics and all the parties to me. He went on and on and all I heard in my head was la-la-la-lalalalalalalalala! I think he missed the point about me not caring.

By this point his full-body laugh was irritating the fuck outta me, along with his weird forehead wrinkle when he was concentrating on something and I was thinking I'd rather be home in my purple "Meow" pj's, watching tv and eating popcorn. Oh, and did I mention that I was getting slightly concerned that he was on his FIFTH beer and had to drive home?

Finally, we went outside to have a smoke and say our goodbyes...yaay! Again, there was a lot of awkward silence. He offered me a ride home and I politely declined. He told me that he was going to leave the ball in my court and if I wanted to go out again, to call him (whew! That meant I didn't have to write "The E-Mail"!) and he stuck out his hand. Shaking hands...that was new! Usually I get a hug! Inside I was dying with laughter and as I shook his hand, all I could think was, 'You for President!'

NEXT!

3 comments :

  1. Anonymous2:28 PM

    LALALALLA STOP THE RINGING IN YOUR HEAD OF THE UNSTOPPABLE NOISE FROM THE CONSERVATIVE... Please keep the ball in your court and never ever call him.

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  2. Anonymous4:08 PM

    Trust me when I say the forehead wrinkle is VERY BAD.
    Stay away from guys with forehead wrinkles.

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  3. Anonymous10:01 AM

    If you date a conservative I'll kill you!
    I'm not anonymous, I'm ANGIE!

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