_This man is unlike any man I've ever dated. You'll soon find out why. He came out of left field - kind of one of those situations where he's 'right under your nose' but you never really noticed him. The Thai boxing gym that I belong to is a grungy room full of testosterone...on steroids: sweaty men grappling each other MMA style, chin-up douches, wannabe street fighter cockiness, battle scars, overdose of Underarm spandex, cocky six-packs, veiny bulging biceps... basically, my heaven.  Something about two men beating each other up gets my juices flowing... anyone else?  I was too busy checking out the sexy Russian man who hardly spoke any English and performing his one-armed-KGB-army-style pushups to notice my soon-to-be Gym Crush. 

Gym Crush didn't come to the gym very often, but when he did he always made a point to smile at me from across the room. This then led to thoughts of 'hey- you're hot, where have you been?'  which then lead up to small gym talk like 'I like your boxing gloves' , followed by the good ole' 'Add me to Facebook'  man trick (AKA so I can see what you look like other than in a pool of your own sweat) to then having actual conversation on Facebook, to the ever-so-smooth 'it's so much easier to text each other, so here's my number', to actually having text conversation, to 'let's grab a bite to eat after the gym', to actually going out to dinner and somehow end up watching movies at each others houses - PG style - and the next thing you know you're pretty much dating. And you've now got yourself a real Gym Crush.  So, that pretty much sums up how Date #18 went down.  Steroid environment or not, it's really refreshing to not have met someone from the click of a mouse behind an LED screen.  It's much more organic.

When I go to my kickboxing gym, I literally look and feel like anything but a woman - not a stitch of makeup, hair in a bun, over-sized sweatpants, a t-shirt, smelly hand wrap covered by even smellier boxing gloves, a plastic mouth guard, I look mad all the time and act overly aggressive, I'm an emotional wreck, swear like a motherfucker and not to mention I'm wet head to toe in my own perspiration. I'm gorgeous.  For any man to think that I'm real cute in that situation has either been beat in the head too many times, or he's desperate. But I'll take what I can get.

It's unfortunate that none of you have seen my actual dates, you only have vague images to which I've tried to describe to you. This one is different. Gym Crush is a whole new level of man I've dated. Ever see the movie Wedding Crashers? (If you haven't, I'm judging you) Remember the scene at the wedding where Owen Wilson is trying to convince Vince Vaughan to go to the country club where Rachel McAdams will be:

"Completely different situation. She was a very family-oriented girl." - Vince Vaughan
"Yeah." - Owen Wilson
"That was my first Asian!" - Vince Vaughan

And welcome to my Gym Crush. I've never really been attracted to Asian men in my dating career, nor have they really been attracted to me. He's the buffest Asian man I've ever seen, super into fitness and cross training, super laid back, super sweet, super easy going with a super sexy job - a job with a uniform. Just saying. He bought a condo by the lake, has an SUV, great sense of style. Need I go on?

The date:
He asked me out many times, and many times I declined. I finally gave in when he suggested a "gym date" where he and I would go for a run together before class and then he offered to train me one-on-one and then 'maybe grab a healthy bite to eat after'. Uh huh, I knew where this was going. His persistence finally made me cave and I accepted.  I survived a 45 minute run, mainly because it was nice to see his bubble butt run ahead of me whenever there was another pedestrian on the side walk. He's an excellent Thai boxer and he taught me many moves I could use for my upcoming fight (PS. I fight!) Basically, I now have my own personal trainer - at no extra cost. Ki-yah!

Since I'm STILL on a no-carb-death-diet, and my willpower is slowly decreasing (someone shove a burger and poutine in my face before I snap) I offered for him to come back to my place for a light lunch instead of being tempted by a delicious restaurant style meal. Again, very casually. My house is just up the street from the gym, so it was very convenient. I whipped up something real quick - and he ate it (bonus) and we ended up chatting for four ‏hours on my couch. Oh, I did laundry while he was there too... marriage? He claims to be socially awkward, but with me he didn't stop talking. I learned a lot about him in such a short amount of time: he's Chinese, from the Philippines so he's much darker skinned, doesn't speak a lick of Asian, speaks French however, has two older brothers and a sister, he has a niece and a nephew, parents whom are still together, had many long term relationships, loves to travel, etc. Soon it was time to head back to the gym (we're hardcore). We didn't partner up together, but I kept secretly eyeballing him throughout the class. Damn, I thought... is this really happening?

The next day, we texted each other back and forth throughout the day - not the annoying, meaningless messaging but just right amount.  I had to work a 9-5 that day and had to rush home through dirty Toronto traffic to make it for boxing class that night - when I got this:

"I know you won't have enough time to eat before class, so I'll bring you dinner."

And I died. He actually bought me a salad from Fresh - spinach, tuna, apple, onion, etc. WHO does that?!  I've been so used to guys not texting back, or being boring as fuck, or just wanting to fuck that Gym Crush's honest gesture severely yanked at my heart strings. He handed me the salad after class, said 'bye!' and scurried off, nervously.

I saw him the next day, and the day after that. Saturday after work, he personally trained my ass (literally my ass - I've lost most of it with all this dieting and I'm on a serious mission to get it back. Brazilians will be jealous of me, once I'm through with this!) then he took me out for dinner and we went back to his place to watch a movie - PG. Not a kiss, not a cuddle, not a touch. He's a genuine sweetheart.

I guess you could say this is Date #18,19,20,21, etc. But we'll just go with #18 for now.

I'm smitten by him, and it's scary. One thing that weighs sort of heavy on my mind - and perhaps on the minds minds of other ladies reading this... UGH - don't judge me people, but it's bloody important!!!

You know what they say about Asian men....................................small hands, small feet, small everything.
I guess there's only one way to find out?

I'll DICK-tate the goods as I get them (Sorry, too easy)

La Blonde xx

So. I blogged once. I said I would give feedback after every date but clearly I’ve been a major slacker in that department. I would love to blame my busy job, my love life or my extra-curricular activities, but really, I can only blame myself. La Blonde does such a great job at recounting her dating adventures, it’s hard to even add to it.

Here’s what I think so far:



Ultimately, I would LOVE if La Blonde could just find a way to be happily ever after with The Ex.
MAAAAN, this guy would do anything for La Blonde. He plans the cutest little dates and surprises her in
the most amazing ways. But alas, the heart wants what the heart wants.

The Russian just scared me. I told her to get the hell outta there ASAP and thankfully she did. This blog is
a funny one but if I can sober things up for a minute, it’s to warn ladies (and I guess guys too) out there to watch for the online dating creeps. I know it’s common knowledge but some people can be easily swayed to “meeting up for tea at his place”. Ew. Creep.

Dating colleagues can be tricky, but every time La Blonde mentioned The Coworker and how awesome
their dates had been, I only felt positive outcomes. They had some fun times, but it fizzled. And this just
reminded me to ask her what the status is on their work sitsh.

I’m happy it didn’t work out with The Friendly Giant because even though he seemed like a charming
man on the outside, I think he was anything but really. Plus, their date turned into a drinking at the
condo (read: I slept a mere 2 hours that night)… thanks, La Blonde, thanks. Love you!

AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST… The Z Man. Well, where to begin with this one. I’m partly responsible for
this whole shenanigan. A friend of my co-worker (Z Man’s ex) saw the link to the blog and the rest is
history. Just because of the way this date came about was so out of left field, I thought to myself, “Shit,
maybe this is where the blog ends. Maybe Z Man is the one.” (my first thought was, “wtf, this is just a
Life 101: don’t take anyone up on their drama.” But anyway, La Blonde went on a few great dates with
him and had nothing but (mostly) positive things to say, but still… it was not meant to be.

So then came date #17 with The Hockey Player… who really, I have nothing to say about.

Stay tuned. Date #18 is right around the corner! A gym date! Sweat is always sexy....

As for me, since the last time I blogged, I fell in love. Hard. Yeah…….. no good stories on my end! I’ll be
leaving AAALLL that juicy stuff to La Blonde.

The Roommate xo

Hello all! I feel like I've been on a dating hiatus ever since my three dates with The Z Man. Did he and his ex jinx me? Probably. So to get out of my dating rut, I immediately went online, chatted up a few cuties, selected the least desperate one and here we are: Date #17 - The Hockey Player.

Because we met online, there's no real good background to this one - all I knew was that he was cute, very much into hockey, kept me interested by keeping up great conversations online and in text (which is actually so difficult to do, especially right at the beginning on any new relationship) and that he had good grammar.  So for a minute, I was actually quite intrigued to meet this guy.  We decided to meet after I finished work and check out Earl's Kitchen, one of Toronto's most happening bars, full of suits, the most eligible bachelors and/or cheating bastards.  Perfect, I thought. If it doesn't work out with The Hockey Player, I can always find another option. Imagine. That would be so badass. Moving on...prior to the date, he mentioned that he had a dentist appointment but he would be ready by 6pm. No problem there, I finished work at 530 - so I powdered my nose, touched up my nails and anxiously waited the extra half hour.

6pm rolled around - no word. I hadn't heard from him for at least an hour at that point. Giving him the benefit of the doubt, I messaged "hello?"... Nothing. I shook my head in silence and gave the kid a 15 minutes grace period before I peaced the eff out. 6:13pm a message - he just got out of the dentist but needed another 15 minutes to get ready. Uh huh. I have zero patience (I'm working on this, I swear!!) but at least he wasn't bailing. A part of me, though, wanted to very badly. I waited some more, sucked it up and headed to Earl's where he was waiting.

As I approached the awkward man standing outside of a packed bar, I was thankful that my Date #17 actually looked like he did in his pics. Bonus. And he was tall, and definitely supported 'hockey player' type features (minus the black eyes and broken teeth). We, along with the rest of Toronto, tried our luck at getting a seat at Earl's.  It was absolutely packed. With suits. I had to actively stop myself from checking out every man in sight. Note to self: come back EVERY Thursday.  Needless to say there was no room whatsoever and the wait time was over an hour. So we decided to head up the street to a less-overwhelming atmosphere - to one of the many Firkin & Bulls or Pheasants or Ducks or Cows or whatever they are... one of those bars.

At first, I couldn't tell if he was nervous, or just a douche because he wouldn't look me directly in the eye, and acted a bit standoffish. But naturally once the brew kicked in, all was well in the land of dating/ liquid courage.  He was definitely a chatty Cathy which I appreciate.  An Ottawa native, I could tell right away from his tone of voice and character - he really reminded me of my many Ottawite friends and I thought how great he'd get along with them (if he was so lucky to meet them). He loves house music, traveling and hockey. The more I got to talking with him the more he reminded me of someone I knew very well. Oh yeah...that someone was ME. He was actually me; male version. It kind of freaked me right out. The things he would say, I would say. Reaction to certain situations he's been in, I would react in the same way.  We shared the same sarcasm and dry sense of humour.  The world with two La Blondes could either be a blessing or a complete fucking disaster, especially a male version.  He also drinks, like, all the the time and listed the many Vegas vacations, all-inclusive getaways, boat and cottage parties he's blacked out to and all the house concerts he will be attending this summer.  A complete frat boy - fuck, where were you in my early 20s? 

Inevitably, we got to chatting about our past/ current dating life. Again, with the help of a little liquid courage, he told me that back in December he noticed my profile and had sent me a message. I guess I must have missed it, because I never responded. Annoyed, he deleted his profile. Fast forward a couple of months, he re-signed up and there appeared my profile again for the attacking... and the rest is Date #17.

In conclusion, I rated the date a 7 of 10 (huge!) He's super fun, probably not my husband (how many times have I said that before?)  but I definitely was interested in giving this puck star another chance. At this point we had chatted for four hours straight and I had a long subway ride home ahead of me. He asked to see me again soon and I happily accepted.

He walked me to the subway stop, we hugged and went our separate ways.  I was excited at the prospect of this one, mainly because dating myself would be super cool, but I promised not to get too excited about any date I go on... You just never know. Not to mention, I'm prone to having a third date curse.

Love to get your feedback...
A bientôt mes amis!

La Blonde xx