Thursday, June 3, 2010

But the queen's just a pawn with a bunch of fancy moves...

Despite my ever-ceasing love for Curly, I know I must at least attempt to move on with life and play the field. Mission: Prep-time End Result: Hot Date.

Tomorrow night I have a date with a new chick, The Waitress. We met on a dating website, an experiment of mine- to see if all women on websites are desperate for love or just trying to enter a new technological age. Up until now, I've come to the conclusion that they are all mostly desperate to meet people outside of their own social circles. The Waitress and I have been chatting via text for a while now and finally the stars aligned for us to have a date.

On the eve of my date, I have had ample time to prep. I've studied her pictures so I will be able to recognize her when I show up to the restaurant and not do that awkward dance around people. I've nervously smoked a cigarette (Curly would yell at me if she knew- as would all my friends) and I've had a beer to bring myself down from the tobacco high (yes- I still get high off of tobacco,) and I've mentally planned my outfit for tomorrow evening. Granted I am planning for both a date and a post date party with a ton of friends so I need to plan accordingly, but I think the clothing choice is a good one.

Tomorrow will include shaving, shower, depending on the weather- how I wear my hair. I realize it all sounds incredibly superficial, but hey, first impressions count.

I still can't decide if I am excited about said date. The Waitress is nice, but will she challenge me intellectually? I'm not sure. It sounds incredibly snobby, but I do have high standards. A girl must be cute (preferably blonde with curly hair), sarcastic, able to keep up with me in conversation and above all else- never use shortcuts when texting or e-mailing. I abhorr the use of "u" and "ur" and especially any kind of abbreviations like "lmao" or "lol." Emoticons are ok as long as they aren't littered within the texts you send me.

So far, The Waitress has struck out on the last one. I'm hoping the girl can prove to me she's more than just a funny girl. We'll see how it goes.

I think my biggest question is, should lesbians have pre-date rituals? Aren't we all about being ourselves and saying "screw you" to anyone who doesn't like us?

The girl in me (who comes out every so often- no pun intended) is all atwitter with the idea of having a date, but the sane person in me (sorry ladies- but let's face it- we're crazy) says be yourself and have fun, it's not a marriage proposal, it's just a meeting of two people who chat every so often.

Breathe. Just remember to breathe and not take yourself too seriously.

Until the drama continues...

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