The Year of Yes: Date #6

Mr. Geologist and I went on a date that was a long time coming. We had been chatting for a few weeks now, but he works as a geologist in the Mexican desert, and is home for 10 day stints. This weekend was one of them, so we decided to go out Saturday night.

He asked me where I wanted to go, but I told him that I didn't care. I'm here in Reno all the time, and if he wanted to go someplace in particular, I had no problem with that. (Besides, I am always looking for new places to Yelp about.)

He chose Italian, 7:30. I arrived at said destination looking quite beautiful. Really, it isn't often I leave the house saying to myself, "Damn! I look GOOD!" Anyway, I arrived, looking mighty fine, and a man comes out of the restaraunt and introduces himself as Mr. Geologist. I did a double take.

It was the infamous bait and switch.

He looked NOTHING like his picture. NOTHING.

Honestly, he looks a lot like my brother-in-law, and while Nater is quite handsome, I have a hard time not thinking of him as my kid sister's husband. I.e. YOUNG.

Mr. Geologist brought an excellent bottle of wine, which I appreciated, and was great. The food was amazing and the service was fun and lively. (See review on Yelp.com) Dinner was nice.

I thought to myself, "I can get over the fact that he looks like a baby. Beggars can't be choosers."

So, that night I went home and found an email sitting in my inbox: I had a great time; we should do this again sometime; maybe next time I can cook and we can watch a movie; etc. etc. I replied that I had a great time too and was looking forward to seeing him again.

The next day, another email: "I'm free anytime this week, just let me know." I emailed him to tell him that Monday night I was free for dinner and a movie. This was Sunday morning. Sunday afternoon I called to talk to him and to confirm for Monday night.

I haven't heard back from him since the email I got from him Sunday morning.

Seriously, I am starting to wonder if every man I date gets some exotic flesh-eating disease and can't call me. Their fingers are rotting off; that is the only explanation I can come up with. Why else would they take the time and trouble to invite me over if they aren't going to make good on their word? It isn't that hard to just not email me at all.

The Year of Yes: Date #5

Well, date number five was unexpected. I thought he was a little young for me (he's 23) and I was very wary of that. But he seems very nice and pretty normal and he likes his family. I only spent an hour with him, so I couldn't get a lot from the date, but I didn't run away screaming like I have in the past with other dates.

I have date #6 tomorrow, so we'll see. More to come soon.

Tracy's Indiana Jones Costume Party

Everyone knows I heart Indy. Here's proof.

Marion, Indy, and Monkey


The Indiana Family


Dinner Date Indy (aka Tux Indy)

Since when was Caesar part of Indiana Jones?

I can never win at this game!

Happy Birthday Tracy!!!

Year of Yes: Potential Date #5

We went to Mother's Day brunch. The waiter was cute. I was feeling courageous. I left my phone number with, Nick, the waiter. He probably will not call me, but I feel good about the fact that I hardly even felt nervous about leaving my phone number. Courageous or stupid, I don't know.

It's Not THAT Year of Yes

I go to my match.com account, and it said that someone had winked at me.

Then I realize it is a WOMAN?!?!

It clearly states that I am only interested in men.

Then I look closer at the pictures. This is a 51 year old Asian man. I think. His/her first language is not English as he/she cannot even decide which sex he/she is!

In the pictures he/she looks like a man, but never does he/she state that he/she is a man. (I never realized how many times I use pronouns!!)

Honestly, it is NOT that Year of Yes.

I may be desperate, but not desperate enough to switch teams.

Yet.

Things That Were Hilarious, But Not So Much Now That I Think About It

This weekend was a complete and total blast. Amanda decided for her 30th birthday (was I not supposed to mention that, Amanda?) she and Curtis would go on a trip. And she would invite some of her closest friends. I think at one point the invite list included her third grade teacher and her cousin's friend's dog, once removed.

Amanda told me of this weekend adventure when I visited her at Christmas. I was in. An entire weekend of drinking with my college buddies? Twist my arm.

So this was the weekend. We went. We saw. We conquered. And by conquered, I mean we conquered the keg. 'Til I was ready to burst!

Here are a few pictures to show you what an amazing time we had. We stayed at McMenamin's Edgefield in Troutdale, OR. (Which is synonymous for "terrible service" in some foreign languages, such as French and Zulu.)



But, to the title of my entry. Things that were hilarious, but are not so much now.

1) Matt: "It wasn't the menage a trois so much, but really the diarrhea."


2) Micaela: "The only thing I am naturally good at is being rad."
3) Curtis: "Ninety, ninety, ninety, ninety. Ninety." "Ninety." And then a few seconds later, "Ninety."

OK, never mind, they really are hilarious now, too. I truly had a fantastic time; I only offended once during the weekend (that I know of) and I hope that everyone else had a fantastic time doing whatever it was that they were doing!!!