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Date #13 - The Friendly Giant - strike 3, you're out!          I think....

1/20/2013

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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

7 Comments
MB
1/20/2013 02:30:33 am

He didn't talk to you at the wings place! AND called the waitress babe! AND you couldn't even enjoy the sweet satifasfaction of eating wings. Sounds like a horrific date. I think 3 days with this guy is enough, 'babe' ;)

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Sara link
1/20/2013 03:17:29 am

erg, I say be done with him. From my experience when its right you know it (you can't wait to see him, and he can't wait to see you) sounds like there were no fireworks on the bowling ally or at wacky wings (of which I'm a fan, its originally from the sault! like me!)

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banana
1/20/2013 03:54:41 am

I don't know how I feel about him.... too many red flags..... and really, the waitress was addressed as babe... not a fan.

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Josh
1/20/2013 05:14:43 pm

He sounds dreamy. Just keep waiting around for him to organise these little soirées. He sounds like he was sulking because you emasculated him at bowling so that's always a good thing to look for in a partner. Passive aggressiveness and a tendency to act childish. I think I hear wedding bells in your future. Either that or its the sarcasm ringing through my skull.

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La Blonde
1/22/2013 06:16:42 am

Hey Josh, I don't know who you are, but I'm very curious to know more! I really appreciate having male perspectives on the matter as well. So thanks for your comments! And, I highly doubt they are wedding bells...more like funeral bells, unfortunately.

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New York Cliche link
1/22/2013 03:22:47 am

Oh the luke-warm dilemma, where he's not bad but not great. Not exactly eager and not exactly NOT interested. Where you wouldn't mind seeing him again but wouldn't be upset if you didn't. Sometimes things take time to grow! But shouldn't you be excited about the right guy early on! I have no answers- I feel like this happens to me all the time and I NEVER know what to do either!

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La Blonde
1/22/2013 06:09:58 am

Oh, NYCliche, you nailed it!!! That's exactly it - we could hang again, and it would be fine, but if we don't, I'm totally cool with that too. He turned me off, and once that happens is so hard to turn me back on! I'm sure the same goes for many ladies. I'm glad to know you've been through this too... it's super confusing. We'll see what happens to good ol' FG!

Thanks for your comments!

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