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

I can hardly believe that I've been on three dates with The Friendly Giant. That's like... marriage! But alas, after three dates, I'm just as confused as ever:
1. About his feelings
2. About my own

Let's begin. You can determine my fate, I trust your judgment:  We decided to go bowling (seriously, when was the last time you went bowling?!) I ventured out to his neck of the woods, to the west end's Bowlerama.  The moment we met, The FG warned me he was a little 'under the weather' and felt flu like symptoms coming on (like why even meet up with me in that case?) Either way, we still made the best of it, still ordered beers, still put on those sexy bowling shoes - he asked for a size 14, but who's noticing - and away we bowled.  I haven't gone bowling since I was a preteen, so I expected to be a complete embarrassment... but to my surprise, and his, I was actually a pro. No, seriously. I'm considering taking up professional bowling.  I nailed strikes and spares like I've been a part of a secret senior's bowling league for years. The FG's face was priceless, and there was a lot of swearing going on, on his part.  He's super competitive, so it was a riot to see him get all riled up whenever I'd bang out another beauty strike. I'd say things to get him going like, "man, I haven't played in years, I guess I'm just a natural!" and bat my eyelashes.  It was awesome.  

Truthfully, I was expecting a bit more flirting on the date. After all this was our 3rd, we've practically slept together, (albeit, fully clothed) shared very personal info about ourselves, made out... like I said, marriage. So what's the harm in sneaking in a kiss here and there? Hell, a pat on the head or a even a flirty grade school nudge?  Instead, I settled for a couple of high fives and romantic 'What the fucks?' whenever I'd bowl a perfect strike.  Oh wait, he called me 'babe' a few times too, which I thought was odd. I didn't take it too seriously, I figured it was just a tick, or a nickname or maybe he forgot my actual name and called me babe instead? Either way, I let it slide. The point is, I can't read him. And although it's intriguing, at the same time it's extremely annoying. 

After five rounds of bowling, I kicked his ass 3 of 5 of them, just saying, we headed down the street to good ol' Wacky Wings. PS. Did I mention that I'm currently on a really strict low-carb, I-hate-my-life, why-do-I-torture-myself, I-miss-good-food, limited-booze, all-this-dieting-better-be-fucking-worth-it-or-I'll-fucking-snap, diet? Well, I am. And where else to go and tease myself more than a bar with $14.95 all-you-can-eat-wings.  As, one my biggest challenges to date, I sat and salivated as The FG inhaled 3 full pounds of the greasiest, saltiest, juiciest most scrumptious looking wings I've ever laid my eyeballs on.  And they came with fries, no big deal.  Whiffs of greasy goodness filled my nostrils with every bite. I breathed in the calories and pretended like my big intestine wasn't eating my little intestine. I sipped on my lemon water. Mmm, refreshing! 

Now, isn't there some kind of saying where if a woman eats wings in front of her date she's either really comfortable with him, or she just doesn't care to like him very much?  Basically, you can't possibly date a man and be serious about him, if you're eating wings. So, I wondered if eating 3 lbs of wings in front a girl whom is on a death diet counted as him not liking her very much?

Conversation at that point, sucked. Between The FG's blatant food coma and the dozens of 80 inch TVs blaring out sports highlights, his attention was definitely not focused on the cute blonde across the table.  At one point he poked my ear, but that was about the extent of our conversation/ acknowledgment that I was still physically there.  Oh, and by the way, the waitress' name is 'babe' too. Ironic.

My water was done, his basket full of bones, crumbs and blue cheese sauce; we decided to get out of there. Interesting, for someone with 'flu-like symptoms' he sure had a good appetite.... The goodbye was as awkward as ever; (note to self; I really need to work on these!) we thanked each other for the night and at that point he leaned in to kiss me. For whatever reason, my gut reaction was to turn my face... so he ended up kissing the side of my mouth. And to make matters worse, when he asked me when I was free next, I replied with a lame "probably, never! hahaha".  He smiled awkwardly, "Uh, OK then. I guess I'll see you around."  Ugh. Way to kill that one, me.  I rolled my eyes all the way to my car, feeling like a total idiot. Obvs, he was asking because he wanted to see me again, right? I guess I was just a little disappointed that a next date wasn't set in stone, like the others.  So, a little later on,  I mustered up the courage and messaged him asking if he'd like to see me again soon (just to triple check, that he is in fact still into me) and that I didn't kill it with my sarcastic retardation.  He, without any hesitation, replied with a simple "Yes".  That was good enough for me.

We messaged a few times back and forth the next day, nothing groundbreaking, and then I didn't hear from The FG for five days, which is like a month in #singlegirlproblems land. I have a tendency to give up real easily on men, so just when I thought it was over between us, I received a message saying he was all cured from the flu. (Funny, I didn't know that the flu affected people's finger too... that's rare.) Well, the 'three day rule' was blown right out the window on this one, but, naturally, I was secretly excited that he had hadn't forgotten about me.

A few days went by and again, and nothing.  So, naturally, I gave up again. And then BAM...out of nowhere The FG offered random invites: "You should come to a party tonight"; "I'm going to shoot guns, you should come". No planning involved, just sporadic messages and random invites. Now, I'm confused. Is this normal dating behaviour?  Is it normal to be in touch and out of touch like that in the normal dating world? Shit, what is normal anymore?  I'm so out of the loop!

I assume he's still interested in me?  I could be wrong. Am I still interested in him?  I can't pinpoint what it is exactly that I'm not digging about this 'relationship' between The FG and I.  Why is it so difficult to maintain a connection, any interest, or excitement in a relationship that is still so fresh?  Maybe I should take initiative and ask him out on a formal date, maybe it's worth one last hurrah? Well, this may or may not be the last time we hear of The Friendly Giant.

Hmm, I'm going to go gnaw on my carrot stick now and ponder this one out.

Thanks for reading, and I would love to get your thoughts!

La Blonde xx