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Friday, January 19, 2007

Munch munch munch, yes I'd like another vowel please

As I was writing that last post a little eensy-teensy voice kept saying "Oooh girl, you are so going to eat those words." And sure enough I am now eating them.

But first a little history; last September while at a party I was introduced to a very handsome guy (lets call him Econ guy because he's an economics professor) and his leggy, exotic girlfriend. We hit it off immediately and later I invited them to my party. Econ guy came to my party sans girlfriend, apparently she preferred the bar scene downtown. We stayed in touch via e-mail and phone tag but didn't hang out again until a couple nights ago when he called me at work to see what I was doing that evening. I had a great time but he didn't once mention his girlfriend all night even though I commented on how tidy his house was despite being a bachelor pad. I said, "Wow, your place is really tidy! Especially being a bachelor pad but then you must have to keep it clean since you have a woman over all the time, huh?" And damn it, he didn't take the bait. All he did was mumble something about, "I just like to keep my place clean, that's all." So I still have no idea if he's spoken for or not. And in case you're wondering, nothing happened! NOTH.ING.

I thought that Mr. Econ guy was closer to my age but I learned that he's exactly ten years younger than me. Whoops! He looks and acts much more mature. So now I'm perplexed. First, there's the question of his intentions, friendship or not? He didn't make any moves on me but his eyes said "Yeeees". And second, he's TEN YEARS YOUNGER THAN ME! Even if he did want to date me how could it possibly work??? I've got much to think about...oh these vowels are quite tasty, could use a little salt though.

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Friday, January 05, 2007

If the cradle's a-rockin don't come a-knockin?

Recently, I was having dinner at an Indian restaurant with a few friends. Our waiter was adorable in that classic East Indian way - tall, dark, handsome, exotic *sigh*. At the end of the meal I made a comment to my dinner mates about how good looking he was and Randy suggested that I ask him out. Of course I was firmly against the idea but Randy likes to tease and badger me and presented the question to the group - "Why not?" That got me to thinking deeply - Why not indeed?

First of all it's just plain tacky to ask a waiter out - everyone knows that - but more importantly he was probably at least ten years younger than me. Randy said he didn't understand why women were so hung up about dating younger men. Good question. I'm hung up about dating younger guys because I've tried it (a few times) and was sorely disappointed. Most guys I've met who are 30 or under are still playing games - literally. And they think that just because I'm older and own property I wanna be their sugar momma. Hell, I don't want to be anyone's momma! The sex isn't that earth shattering either. In my experience older men, despite having less stamina (although that's not always the case) are more skilled and more grateful.

But are there Pro arguments that I'm just ignoring? Am I missing out on a wonderful relationship just because I feel sea-sick at the thought of rockin the cradle? What would be a valid reason to date a 28 year old? Nope - can't think of any either.

Wednesday, January 03, 2007

Memorials - The New Pick Up Spots?

My friend's mother passed away on Christmas following a long battle with cancer. Being a sympathy crier I'm not good with death stuff (well who is?) but I felt that it was important to show my support and be strong for my dear friend. The memorial was several days later and instead of a formal service it felt more like a slightly eerie if not festive holiday party. There was the ubiquitous sugar cookies, fudge, ripe brie, hot dish and of course lots of wine and beer. It was held at her mother's house and as a testament to her character it was full of friends and family.

Now...I'm sure that Emily Post would turn over in her grave but the moment I walked in I couldn't help noticing this very cute guy standing by the stairs. "Is it so wrong to scope out a memorial?" I asked myself. "Is it inappropriate to flirt?" I lingered long enough to make sure I was seen and dutifully made my rounds reminding myself why I was there. Later that evening, after a couple glasses of wine, I quietly asked my friend's husband who the handsome dish of man-meat was. You can imagine my disappointment to learn that he played on a "different team". Ah yes, not only was I pointlessly flirting with a guy who already had a boyfriend (who also happened to be quite handsome - isn't it always like that?) I also risked offending my friend with my inappropriate timing. Hopefully, this will go down as a lesson learned and uh, forgiven?

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