It's Raining Men
Hello Word ~
So to recap- IT'S BEEN A CRAZY WEEK! I don't know how to exactly organize all the chaos into something clear, but here goes.
Date #1
Fred is the quintessential finance guy. He is smart, charismatic, and assertive. He's a schmoooooozer for sure, but not in the off putting way one would imagine. He's a bit older so by default perhaps a bit wiser as well. He seems to have mostly flushed out all the boozing and whoring days of yore, but I'm sure there lies all the possibilities of a full resurrection.
I imagine Fred's days are filled swimming in a deep tank full of sharks. He is a ruthless survivor. I'm waiting for his skills to surface. It is both intriguing and intimidating.
From the beginning, our rapport is instantaneous and almost immediately I feel that Fred is the kind of guy that could and does "get me" more than most. Our conversation is playful, light, substantial, and fluid. It is honest.
I hope it continues to be so.
Upon first glance, Aaron looks like an Asian Buddy Holly. He is sooooo Brooklyn Hipster. What the hell do I know about that kind of stuff? NOTHING! However, as we talk it gets more and more confusing. I have a strong sense that he is high. He isn't. I think...
Aaron is more Cali than NY and his West Coast kind of cool is the kind I do not get nor prefer. But beyond that- I can smell his badboy heartbreaking stench a mile away. Aaron is the kind of reckless lover that I've learned to steer clear from at 26. How can I be sure? Cause mama didn't raise no fool. Ok she did. But mama's fool learns real quick!
Date# 3
He is:
23
Adorable
Completely wholesome
Gorgeous
Too Smart
All Logic
A nerd
Uninterested
Polite
Honest
Aware
Just not into me
I won't lie. I was quite a smitten kitten. Although the void in chemistry was clear I wanted to gobble him up pedobear style cause he was A D O R A B L E. Mommy can't I keep him??!!? PUH LEASE??
Alas, though he "enjoyed our bit at brunch" our personalities were "not a good match". Such an epic blow of honesty from a 23 yr old? OUCH.
Date #4
With Jason, securing a date is like making plans with Jake Gyllenhaal. It is almost near impossible. It is when I have all but given up that a date is procured. I'm kinda over it, but I go and he comes.
Our date is the familiar kind. I don't know what else to say because I feel like I've been here before. He's the quiet kind of guy who's amused by me and I am more or less the entertainment du jour. He's straight as an arrow, by the books, disciplined and dedicated. Ivy educated, musically talented and physically fit. He is so fracken well rounded I think I'm going to dieeeeeeeeee.
But he will be.... too smart, too stubborn, too busy,too big, too grown, too dedicated- to himself. How do I know? I just do.
Dating is a formula of all the good things I already know. I don't do it often, but I am certain I do it well because it's just been one of those things that has always came easy for me. They say that chemistry is hard to fake, but I'm not so certain it is. In fact, I want to say that for the most part, most of the time, it always is. It is a feeling made up entirely by only the best part of ourselves we are willing to show. At least it is in the beginning.
Sometimes it's an act in a scene I know so well I'm just inclined to play the part. But this time I'm crossing my fingers that it will ring true and sincere for me. Cause nobody can really go home if the show never ends and I'm just looking to go home.
Simply,
Em
So to recap- IT'S BEEN A CRAZY WEEK! I don't know how to exactly organize all the chaos into something clear, but here goes.
Date #1
Fred is the quintessential finance guy. He is smart, charismatic, and assertive. He's a schmoooooozer for sure, but not in the off putting way one would imagine. He's a bit older so by default perhaps a bit wiser as well. He seems to have mostly flushed out all the boozing and whoring days of yore, but I'm sure there lies all the possibilities of a full resurrection.
I imagine Fred's days are filled swimming in a deep tank full of sharks. He is a ruthless survivor. I'm waiting for his skills to surface. It is both intriguing and intimidating.
From the beginning, our rapport is instantaneous and almost immediately I feel that Fred is the kind of guy that could and does "get me" more than most. Our conversation is playful, light, substantial, and fluid. It is honest.
I hope it continues to be so.
Date #2
Aaron is the first Korean guy I decided to have drinks with and this fact alone causes some anxiety. I know it's a bit shallow, but it's the whole truth and nothing but the truth I tells you!
Upon first glance, Aaron looks like an Asian Buddy Holly. He is sooooo Brooklyn Hipster. What the hell do I know about that kind of stuff? NOTHING! However, as we talk it gets more and more confusing. I have a strong sense that he is high. He isn't. I think...
Aaron is more Cali than NY and his West Coast kind of cool is the kind I do not get nor prefer. But beyond that- I can smell his badboy heartbreaking stench a mile away. Aaron is the kind of reckless lover that I've learned to steer clear from at 26. How can I be sure? Cause mama didn't raise no fool. Ok she did. But mama's fool learns real quick!
Date# 3
He is:
23
Adorable
Completely wholesome
Gorgeous
Too Smart
All Logic
A nerd
Uninterested
Polite
Honest
Aware
Just not into me
I won't lie. I was quite a smitten kitten. Although the void in chemistry was clear I wanted to gobble him up pedobear style cause he was A D O R A B L E. Mommy can't I keep him??!!? PUH LEASE??
Alas, though he "enjoyed our bit at brunch" our personalities were "not a good match". Such an epic blow of honesty from a 23 yr old? OUCH.
Date #4
With Jason, securing a date is like making plans with Jake Gyllenhaal. It is almost near impossible. It is when I have all but given up that a date is procured. I'm kinda over it, but I go and he comes.
Our date is the familiar kind. I don't know what else to say because I feel like I've been here before. He's the quiet kind of guy who's amused by me and I am more or less the entertainment du jour. He's straight as an arrow, by the books, disciplined and dedicated. Ivy educated, musically talented and physically fit. He is so fracken well rounded I think I'm going to dieeeeeeeeee.
But he will be.... too smart, too stubborn, too busy,too big, too grown, too dedicated- to himself. How do I know? I just do.
Dating is a formula of all the good things I already know. I don't do it often, but I am certain I do it well because it's just been one of those things that has always came easy for me. They say that chemistry is hard to fake, but I'm not so certain it is. In fact, I want to say that for the most part, most of the time, it always is. It is a feeling made up entirely by only the best part of ourselves we are willing to show. At least it is in the beginning.
Sometimes it's an act in a scene I know so well I'm just inclined to play the part. But this time I'm crossing my fingers that it will ring true and sincere for me. Cause nobody can really go home if the show never ends and I'm just looking to go home.
Simply,
Em
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