Using your blog to get dates 101

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And no, I don’t mean internet dates (although I am entertaining a great number of blog crushes right now).  I mean real-live DATES!!  So this story requires some background:

Background

There is this guy that works with Shorty named Nate.  He does web development, design, etc.   He is also Big Mo’s (Shorty’s boyfriend) roommate.  Nate is an incredibly attractive, 20 something male who has a full-time job.  This automatically makes him interesting to me.  What is not interesting to me is that Nate is so not my type in other ways.  For example, we have actually had a conversation about whether belly shirts (you know, like baby-doll tees that show your navel) are hot on girls (note to anyone wondering:  Not.  Not.  Not ever.  No.).  It is alarming to me that he actually argued that they could be.  In general, he seems to prefer women who wear much much tighter clothes than I would ever deem the slightest bit okay.

Nate and I once went out just the two of us to explore whether we might be interested in each other.  I like to refer to this as Our One Night At The Pearl.  The Pearl is exactly what it sounds like… a terrible, terrible, unfortunate nightclub.  Yes, nightclub.  Let me say this right here and now:  I do not like nightclubs.  Or lounges.  Whatever you want to call them.  If there are girls there wearing tiny outfits from Express or Bebe, chances are I do not want to be there.

The issue is that Nate DOES want to be there.  Well, he will say he doesn’t want to be there but he acts like he does.  It’s quite confusing.  So we went to The Pearl; had a nice enough time.  He was a huge gentleman, which is a turn-on, that’s for sure.  I am as independent as they come, but open my cab door for me and I am mush.

So after that, things just fizzled.  I think most of it had to do with the fact that my work blocked gchat and we couldn’t talk during office hours anymore. 

Fast Forward To Tuesday Night Happy Hour

Met up with Shorty and Nate and other coworkers after work.  Hadn’t seen Nate in quite some time and he happened to be wearing some sort-of white, long-sleeved henley/long underwear/waffle shirt situation.

 ::shivers::  

Men, if you do not own one of these things, please go buy one right now.  You can wear it alone or layer a tee-shirt over it; whatever you want.  Then push up the sleeves so your forearms are showing. Then come flirt with me.

So Tuesday was the day I was messing with my blog layout and getting pissed that I didn’t have time to learn CSS to make it exactly how I wanted.  Over drinks, I decided to trick Nate into helping me with this.

B: Hey… want to help me with CSS on my blog?  Pleassseeee please please…

N: What’s CSS

B: Umm… it’s like when/

N: Shut up, I’m teasing you, I know what it is.  It’s what I do every day, idiot.

B: Oh.  right.  Anyways, so want to help?

N: (ignores my request again) You have a BLOG?  (laughing at me)  That’s ridiculous.  What is your blog about?

B: Um… you know, like just me rambling… mostly about dating and stuff…

N: DATING!  You have a blog about DATING!?  (more laughter at me)

B: Yes… yes, I do.  Also just about my life in general and that usually does not involve dating.  So you know…

N: Well, my rate is $50 an hour.

B: OK… sure, well… I can probably afford like… one hour of your help then.

N: How about you hang out with me this weekend and we will call it even?  You can even pick the place.  And then write about it in your blog.

B: … OK.  (thinking: can you wear that white shirt, plz?)

So there you have it!  It’s a little bit perfect because I think it just might be one of those rare situations where two people are on the exact same page.  Like, I don’t think Nate or I have any delusions that we are ever going to be any kind of couple.  But I think we are both intrigued by each other and when we drink together, we both feel like it might be fun to make-out.  OK!  

Also, since he is helping me with my CSS, chances are he will be reading this at some point (uh… hey Nate… nice shirt!).

In other news, I’ve been a little sad all day because Mom called me last night because she had to break-up with her boyfriend of two years.  She was (understandably) really upset.  I don’t think there are many worse things than talking to someone you love while they are doing that heartbreaking can’t-speak-can’t-breathe choking sob.  It makes my heart feel terrible and makes me feel completely powerless.

Anyways, it’s not my story to tell, but she is my favorite and when she is sad, I am sad.  So, Mom, if you are reading this… hang in there.  My heart is with you.  My blog is wrapping its arms around you in a giant bloghug.  If I were there, I would turn on reality TV for you and bring you a beer and a tissue.  In fact, I will do all of these things on Saturday when you come to Providence.  And in the meantime, read some blogs because some people have written a lot on the subject of break-ups (not mentioning any names, cough cough).

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