Digital Love

My sentiment exactly multicolored humanoid…

I am not sure what is worse speed dating or first dates set up via digital media?  At least with speed dating all the contestants are set up right in front of you from the start, no awkward look arounds at the restaurant or outside the meeting spot.  Those first few moments before meeting someone in person for the first time is pretty daunting, well at least I think so.  Dates could take a quick look and then dash for the door if they wanted to, maybe I should of took that route on a few of these, ha! Kidding.  That is pretty cruel.

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Mr. Seattle slowly but surely morphed into Mr. Stalker, I should of been more cautious than gracious.  After a total of 5 unanswered voicemails and multiple emails on absolutely nothing, I think possibly he received the hint.  Mr. Stalker’s over zealousness got to me and wore me out, I couldn’t keep up with it, and I just needed space.  I should of got the hint of this when he texted me a total of 20-30 minutes after the first date…

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Surprisingly Mr. Margaritas sent me a mid week text, asking how I was.  I was not expecting that at all.  Mr. Margaritas and I ended up going on an impromptu second date on Friday in my neighborhood.  This date consisted of  a rousing game of Uno(I won all games by the way).  Mr. Margaritas was a gentleman the entire night(not sure why I didn’t see this on the first date) and he talked of “future” get togethers.  The second go around, we had more to talk about, and I really enjoyed our conversation on religion, it was kind of refreshing.  The tentative third date is set for this coming Friday, where I venture out to northern Virginia.

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Mr. RIT and I had been emailing each other since the beginning of my joining chemistry.com.  These emails were small and pretty boring, we didn’t really discuss much.  I learned more about him on the first date, then I did from the 10 emails we sent to each other.  After a weekend delay some weeks back, we decided to meet on a week night, after I got off work in Crystal City for dinner at Teds.  I was mighty tired from the work week, so I opted out not to drink anything, and had a small burger.  Mr. RIT and I, had the most a-typical first date, we didn’t have any qualms about going with the old standards of favorite movies, hometowns, favorite tv shows, favorite vacations, and excerpts about our own families.  I learned Mr. RIT was from upstate NY, went to RIT which I learned has a 95% male student population, go figure; by way of NY he ended up in Houston, which he didn’t really enjoy but he did work for NASA at the time, so that was the perk of Texas.  Basically our date was just a nice, normal dinner that ended with very standard “let’s get together” sometime soon emails.  I just don’t think we really clicked at all, we just didn’t have anything in common really, but  at least we were very good at keeping up appearances when we did meet.

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The Professor(in reality he is just a PhD student living in DC) was my wild card.  The Professor’s emails were stunning, they were witty and clever, he blew everyone else out of the water with his knowledge of music, movies, poetry, and being from my area of Virginia was a definite plus as well.  Digitally and verbally I thought he was “the one”, this would be the date that would shame the others under a rock. Ha!  Never be over optimistic, if it looks too good to be true, it usually is.

The Professor suggested we meet up on a Monday night at Rocket Bar in Chinatown.  I never had the best experiences at this bar, maybe because I always went on a weekend after the movies.  The bar was practically empty at 8:30, which I didn’t mind, all the games were open(but not once did I use them that night).  Also the bartender I had actually was able to talk, that’s never happened with me at this bar, they usually were far too busy to even hand me a drink.

I ended up being the first one at the bar for a good 20 minutes and while sitting on my stool, I heard someone ask for a drink, I turned around, and it was the Professor.   I was the first one to greet him and now that I think about it, he didn’t say one word when we initially first met, there was just awkward silence on his end.  This was the trend of the night, as I sipped on my beer, and just kept getting chattier and chattier, and I asked alll the questions.  The Professor put in a few words from now and again, but I did most of the talking which is quite odd if you really know me.  Not like what I was saying was very coherent, I was just babbling because he wouldn’t talk, or take initiative with the conversation, so my talk box just went on autopilot,and my brain was screaming (what the hell are you talking about?).  I even asked for a Red Stripe one hour in, which I don’t even drink, seriously that bottle bothers me, I think the one sided convo was getting to me.

After much probing we discovered we had a few things in common, weird things, but still I guess it was a start.  Two hours in, after the Professor had demonstrated the rude/bored/far away look ( turning of the head looking elsewhere, not saying anything while I talked) far too many times, I just wanted to go home, or at least finish my Red Stripe without him there.   Maybe talk to the bartender(I did, while said Professor was in the bathroom, asked him how he thought the date was going, no comment). I even told the Professor multiple times he looked tired and I am sure he had to get up early for the single class he teaches once a week.  11:00 pm we mutually decided to go our separate ways.  He walked to the metro and I decided to take a short walk to the bus, I even complemented him on his jacket before he left, one last failed attempt at being nice.  I think he hurriedly said something about exchanging emails in the future, ha emails, yeahh I doubt that, him and I both knew that.

I think the Professor was seeking some of this unfortunately I am not that.  I am a dental receptionist that happens to like reading and music.

My Red Stripe doused mind was even thinking of sending him an email later that night stating we should never talk to each other again.   Ha, but my sober mind in the morning thanked me for not letting the craziness seep out, I mean why waste good emails on disinterested Professors?

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