As you know, I met The Neuroscientist on Monday, who, on paper, should have been the man of my dreams. Unfortunately, in person, he turned out to be a slight man, and in all honesty his sense of humor (while he did have one) was a bit lame. And with John Boy occupying my time (until he left the country yesterday for two weeks) I just didn't know what to do about The Neuroscientist when he requested the pleasure of my company for a second time. Luckily, he asked via email, so I was able to stall until I figured out what to do. During which time I had my first (and certainly not last) make out session with John Boy. Eventually, he shot me a text message asking if I wanted to go hiking the next day, and I couldn't stall anymore. I consulted Scarlet and Grayer, and Scarlet told me I just needed to give him the rejection. (Grayer was too busy with HOG to answer her phone. Hmph.) We also decided that you can reject via the same form of communication as the offer came. But how to word the rejext? (Rejection + text = rejext)
We (Scarlet and I) decided to go the same route as Halpert, when he rejexted me. We told him that I had just started seeing someone (which is essentially true, albeit temporary). The Neuroscientist responded in a few minutes by saying "No worries :) I had fun hanging out with you the other day." That kind of made me feel bad, but not bad enough to change my mind. So does this mean I'm in for some bad dating karma? Because I don't think mine could really get any worse.
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Sunday, May 31, 2009
Monday, May 25, 2009
The Vertical Challenge
I like nerds. I like sports. I make no secret of either of those facts. And tonight I had a date with a neuroscientist, and he suggested we go to the park to play catch. This should be a dream come true, but for some reason, I needed both Scarlet and Grayer to tell me how excited I should be about it. They were right, I should have been very excited about it, but for some reason, I couldn't really get pumped up. Have my expectations just been lowered by all the other disappointments? Or, (a very likely explanation) am I just looking forward more to John Boy being back in town?
While I was waiting for him at our designated location, a man about 60 with white hair parked in front of the bench I was sitting on, got out of the car, and said, "Are you waiting for me?"
"No," I answered. Because if this was somehow the Neuroscientist, I didn't want to admit who I was anyway.
"Oh, darn!" said the white haired man. It was then that the Neuroscientist walked up. I stood up, and immediately regretted it. The Neuroscientist is vertically challenged. I was definitely taller.
This is a phenomenon I've noticed about online dating. Men exaggerate their height. Unless they are over six feet tall, they add a few inches to their height on their profiles. I'm not an abnormally tall woman, but I have a few inches on both Scarlet and Grayer, and when I'm wearing heels, I appear to be a tall woman. I'm just not attracted to men who are shorter than me. It's awkward.
Not only am I taller than him, but I also have a better arm than than he does. That's nothing new, but when I asked John Boy why I'm still single, he answered that men could possibly be intimidated by me. I don't think I'm an intimidating person, but as he also pointed out, I go after nerds and the like, who are more likely to be intimidated by someone by me. So I wouldn't be surprised if I didn't get a call for a second date from the Neuroscientist, even if it did go well otherwise.
And by the way, on the way back by our meeting point, the white haired man was sitting there with a more age appropriate woman, chatting and drinking coffee. Clearly they were doing the same thing. It was really very sweet.
While I was waiting for him at our designated location, a man about 60 with white hair parked in front of the bench I was sitting on, got out of the car, and said, "Are you waiting for me?"
"No," I answered. Because if this was somehow the Neuroscientist, I didn't want to admit who I was anyway.
"Oh, darn!" said the white haired man. It was then that the Neuroscientist walked up. I stood up, and immediately regretted it. The Neuroscientist is vertically challenged. I was definitely taller.
This is a phenomenon I've noticed about online dating. Men exaggerate their height. Unless they are over six feet tall, they add a few inches to their height on their profiles. I'm not an abnormally tall woman, but I have a few inches on both Scarlet and Grayer, and when I'm wearing heels, I appear to be a tall woman. I'm just not attracted to men who are shorter than me. It's awkward.
Not only am I taller than him, but I also have a better arm than than he does. That's nothing new, but when I asked John Boy why I'm still single, he answered that men could possibly be intimidated by me. I don't think I'm an intimidating person, but as he also pointed out, I go after nerds and the like, who are more likely to be intimidated by someone by me. So I wouldn't be surprised if I didn't get a call for a second date from the Neuroscientist, even if it did go well otherwise.
And by the way, on the way back by our meeting point, the white haired man was sitting there with a more age appropriate woman, chatting and drinking coffee. Clearly they were doing the same thing. It was really very sweet.
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