awkward dating.

(...match date #3)

as you may remember, i'm an official internet dater. and i went on my first internet-encouraged date here. needless to say, that date was not my last first date of all time. i had another first 'meeting' on thursday (a match guy in a group setting) and another first one on one date with another match guy, yesterday. also probably not my last first dates... and i think, after three dud-licious dates, i'm figuring out what the problem is... i am an awkward first dater, whether i like you (match#2, you were worth a second date) or not (match #1, you could go jump in a lake. or write a blog, or a book. anything, as long as it doesn't involve me).

you may argue, 'well, everyone is an awkward first dater! first dates are awkward!'. and i will grant you that, and argue that i make them possibly more awkward than they need to be.

exhibit a: "do you eat meat?"... match#3 and i were sitting, drinking coffee. some good convo, some awkward silences, pretty typical first date. i was interested in him, he was comfortable and smart and good to look at. possibly not my type (his jeans were skinnier than mine) but definitely a possibility. he was talking about things he likes to do in his free time, and mentioned that he likes to watch tv. harmless enough, right? wrong. what he doesn't know, is that in my head is a funny inside joke, about my friend that tried to set me up with a guy she went on a date with but couldn't date, because he 'watched tv and ate meat'. so, when match #3 says that he likes to watch tv, my instinctual next question was, 'well do you eat meat?'.

in my head, it was funny. i had all the information that made it funny. poor guy, he did not, and i just looked like a crazy girl, talking about tv and meat-eating. (note: i quickly explained why i asked this question, with a hint of amusement in my voice. i have a feeling he didn't get it).

exhibit b: "Chicken, turkey and... rice". quickly after the aforementioned awkward moment, created speficially by yours truly, my date reciprocated the weird question and asked me if i, myself, ate meat. i don't eat all meat, and sometimes it confuses people when i explain it (i don't know why). so, i began thinking, and my sleep-deprived, somewhat nervous brain answered him, quite casually... "no. i mean, yes. i eat chicken... turkey... and rice".

what?!

match #3 stared at me, and i caught my mistake, and laughed, saying "rice?! why did i say rice? rice is not a meat!".

(just in case you're wondering, rice is not meat. at all).

exhibit c: dog poop

and i'm sure more to come. stay tuned, match #4 and i are meeting thursday night over frozen yogurt...

bfast with mom, yesterday. so good! love the new bagel thins at einsteins...