I went out on a date with the guy I met at The Caprice...
He picked me up (nice car - Bonus) lookin cute in a black button-up shirt and jeans. Then he got out of the car and went around to my side and opened the door and everything. The whole romantic thing like that is nice... but a little weird when you aren't used to it.
We went to eat at the Olive Garden (I love Italian food!) where I had Crab Alfredo which was great. I also had one glass of wine, which I got tipsy off.
Convo was good. He kept saying all these nice things and making me blush. He told me that he had told his boss he had hot date that night so his boss took him for lunch. I was like "You will need to take me out more often then if you keep getting free lunches." I also found out that his parents run a company in Colombia that makes textiles for men's underwear.
All in all the date was good but I am not sure if I'm interested. I don't know if he is my type but I will give him another try...
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
Sunday, February 25, 2007
Game On!
Saturday night I hit the town with the girls.
First we hit up this industry party for a watch company which was boring and there were no cute boys (but I did see my old next-door-neighbor who is a pro skater) so we left and headed to Republic. There was a huge line so we decided to try and sweet talk our way into The Caprice.
Before we even opened our mouths the bouncer came upto us ..."Three girls?" ... "Yep" ... "Ok get your IDs out," and as fast as that we were in.
The three of us drank, flirted and danced up a storm. I was sweating like a whore in church. Gross, I know. The best part was when my friend tried to do a sexy move and ripped her pants up the ass. Class act that girl! I met this cute guy there. He is from (deep men's Spanish accent) Co-lom-bia.
After that we headed to Stone Temple for some free booze. My friend's boyfriend was plastered and he walked to meet up with us. He was my wingman and when I saw a hot guy (we will call him green-shirt) he talked to him for me. I guess it worked because when I appologized to the guy, "Sorry about my friend... he is REALLY drunk," it seemed to work pretty well as an ice-breaker and I talked to the hottie the rest of the night. He got my number and I kissed him goodbye and that was the night.
Tally: Numbers given out - 2, Rejections - 0 ... Things are lookin up!
First we hit up this industry party for a watch company which was boring and there were no cute boys (but I did see my old next-door-neighbor who is a pro skater) so we left and headed to Republic. There was a huge line so we decided to try and sweet talk our way into The Caprice.
Before we even opened our mouths the bouncer came upto us ..."Three girls?" ... "Yep" ... "Ok get your IDs out," and as fast as that we were in.
The three of us drank, flirted and danced up a storm. I was sweating like a whore in church. Gross, I know. The best part was when my friend tried to do a sexy move and ripped her pants up the ass. Class act that girl! I met this cute guy there. He is from (deep men's Spanish accent) Co-lom-bia.
After that we headed to Stone Temple for some free booze. My friend's boyfriend was plastered and he walked to meet up with us. He was my wingman and when I saw a hot guy (we will call him green-shirt) he talked to him for me. I guess it worked because when I appologized to the guy, "Sorry about my friend... he is REALLY drunk," it seemed to work pretty well as an ice-breaker and I talked to the hottie the rest of the night. He got my number and I kissed him goodbye and that was the night.
Tally: Numbers given out - 2, Rejections - 0 ... Things are lookin up!
Thursday, February 22, 2007
My "Non-Date"
Saturday night I went on a "non-date" with this guy. He is brown... According to him he's not East-Indian...but a self-proclaimed "sand n*gger." I prefer "Rug-rider," but to each her own.
We headed down to Granville Island, walked around a bit, had dinner (I had Mahi Mahi and it was YUM) then watched some Theatresports. Apres-improv we headed to The Keg for some jumbo nachos.
I had fun ... But would never date him for these reasons:
1. He is brown. I'm not racist... He is the 2nd brown guy I have considered... but there are issues there.
2. He talked on his phone the whole time. Rude.
3. In the cab he sat in front with the cabbie instead of in the back with me. Weird.
4. All night he was bumming smokes off random people, including some ladies on the side of the road who were freaked out when he asked the driver to pull over to them while in the cab. Weirder.
5. Even though he said he wasn't all about money he was carrying a G on him, hundred dollar bills wrapped up in an elastic... and made sure I saw it.
6. He is paying to get a $23, 000 chain made up for himself. That is half of my tuition. It made me want to puke.
The highlight of the night was when I got home and talked to my friend Chris (and his cab driver, Miguel) who was in Mexico. We were making fun of the guy saying he could probably hook us up with some applications to join Al-Queda and that he knows where the WMDs are.
We headed down to Granville Island, walked around a bit, had dinner (I had Mahi Mahi and it was YUM) then watched some Theatresports. Apres-improv we headed to The Keg for some jumbo nachos.
I had fun ... But would never date him for these reasons:
1. He is brown. I'm not racist... He is the 2nd brown guy I have considered... but there are issues there.
2. He talked on his phone the whole time. Rude.
3. In the cab he sat in front with the cabbie instead of in the back with me. Weird.
4. All night he was bumming smokes off random people, including some ladies on the side of the road who were freaked out when he asked the driver to pull over to them while in the cab. Weirder.
5. Even though he said he wasn't all about money he was carrying a G on him, hundred dollar bills wrapped up in an elastic... and made sure I saw it.
6. He is paying to get a $23, 000 chain made up for himself. That is half of my tuition. It made me want to puke.
The highlight of the night was when I got home and talked to my friend Chris (and his cab driver, Miguel) who was in Mexico. We were making fun of the guy saying he could probably hook us up with some applications to join Al-Queda and that he knows where the WMDs are.
Mr Sexy or no Mr Sexy...That is the Question?
I hadn't heard from Mr Sexy all week so I figured I had nothing to lose and called him on the Saturday after our date. He wasn't there so I left a message. He called me back and we chatted for a bit. He told me he had been super busy and that he would be in touch ... but then he wasn't.
After yet another Mr Sexy-less week I texted him the next Saturday night telling him I was in Vancouver, but unfortunately he was in drunk in Richmond at some family event.
And since then.. oui, No Mr sexy. I have given up. My only questions is why bother returning my calls and texts then? Don't give me hope buddy! I can take a hint if someone ignores me... but give me a little attention and I will run with it.
After yet another Mr Sexy-less week I texted him the next Saturday night telling him I was in Vancouver, but unfortunately he was in drunk in Richmond at some family event.
And since then.. oui, No Mr sexy. I have given up. My only questions is why bother returning my calls and texts then? Don't give me hope buddy! I can take a hint if someone ignores me... but give me a little attention and I will run with it.
Sunday, February 4, 2007
My "Sexy" Date
I hate dating. I find it scary and awkward. But sometimes it's just what you have to do to find yourself in the presence of sexiness...
Mr Sexy had called me on Wednesday and we made plans to go for dinner and drinks Friday. I was excited and a little scared.
I drove down and met him at his appartment. It is total 70's style but you can see the water from his balcony which is a nice perk.
On his shelf is a picture of him with a Sedin twin. Which one you ask? If only he remembered!
We headed down to a restaurant in Yaletown for some food and drinks. For a first date it definitely wasn't too bad. We are both chatty, so it wasn't too awkward which was a nice change. We talked about all sorts of stuff.
Before the date my friend had warned me he was a bit of a "Mimbo"... you know, a man-bimbo, so I hadn't expected much but was pleasantly surprised to see books at his appartment, so I know he reads. Also he plays soccer and two instruments! He is smarter than she gives him credit for... And also a total gentleman.
After a few martinis we headed back to his place where I got my first taste of the British version of "The Office." I must say I like the American verison better, but it wasn't too shabby. (Is that a good English word?)
After the date he walked me down to my car. The date had gone pretty damn well, so I had to of course throw some weirdness in! I was wondering if he was gonna kiss me or what ... and then he hugged me. I'm like OK, I can handle that. And then I thought he was giving me a kiss on the cheek but oh he was going for the mouth. (I think.) Well we ended up pecking on the mouth ... but just barely the mouth. Almost cheek. AAHH.
Mr Sexy had called me on Wednesday and we made plans to go for dinner and drinks Friday. I was excited and a little scared.
I drove down and met him at his appartment. It is total 70's style but you can see the water from his balcony which is a nice perk.
On his shelf is a picture of him with a Sedin twin. Which one you ask? If only he remembered!
We headed down to a restaurant in Yaletown for some food and drinks. For a first date it definitely wasn't too bad. We are both chatty, so it wasn't too awkward which was a nice change. We talked about all sorts of stuff.
Before the date my friend had warned me he was a bit of a "Mimbo"... you know, a man-bimbo, so I hadn't expected much but was pleasantly surprised to see books at his appartment, so I know he reads. Also he plays soccer and two instruments! He is smarter than she gives him credit for... And also a total gentleman.
After a few martinis we headed back to his place where I got my first taste of the British version of "The Office." I must say I like the American verison better, but it wasn't too shabby. (Is that a good English word?)
After the date he walked me down to my car. The date had gone pretty damn well, so I had to of course throw some weirdness in! I was wondering if he was gonna kiss me or what ... and then he hugged me. I'm like OK, I can handle that. And then I thought he was giving me a kiss on the cheek but oh he was going for the mouth. (I think.) Well we ended up pecking on the mouth ... but just barely the mouth. Almost cheek. AAHH.
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
My friend's Big Day becomes my Big Day?
I went downtown and met up with my friend at the pub, where she was meeting with old co-workers. Out of the corner of my eye I spied a cutie... At first I mistook him for this Jehovah's Witness she had pointed out to me at her Christmas party, but was happy to find out I was wrong-o.
He didn't stay long, but as he left he pulled her aside to ask about me. Apparently he thought I was cute and wanted my info. She told him I was single and fabulous and that she would hook us up. She then grabbed me and pulled me aside to dish. For the sake of not getting sued we will call the guy Mr Sexy "That is MR SEXY," she said to me, "You HAVE to go on a date with him and tell me EVERYTHING that happens." I promised to so she gave me his number along with the comment that I had to call the next day.
The next night my friends and I got glammed up and headed downtown again to party for one of their birthday's special night. The big 2-5. This guy she is seeing, who it happens used to date my other friend made us all dinner. After that we headed to the club.
I got up my courage and texted Mr Sexy. "Hey, is this Mr Sexy?" I said.... I know SMOOTH. "That's a hard question, I guess it depends who is asking." He answered. I told him that I'm the Blonde friend from the pub and we go from there.
At the club my friend whose b-day it was took off. Crazy gal took off. So we headed off to Doolin's to meet up with her ex and his friends, but not before we sent them some hot'n'steamy texts. We got there and even though her ex had been texting her all night telling her to come he was busy totally hitting on a fat ugly girl. Come on buddy, quality over quantity ok!
The gorgeous vice principal's son (aka the recieving end of the hot'n'steamyness) was also there, but left as soon as he saw me. Ass. It was ok though, because I kissed his friend the black guy. It sorta felt like he was eating my face though. Not that he is a bad kisser, but his mouth is like 4 times the size of mine. Lip un-compatibility I tell ya!
But, that is not the point of the story. The point is that as the night continued My Sexy and I kept texting back and forth and then SURPRISE! He showed up at the bar. I was like "Oh my god I think that's Mr Sexy!" .... So my friend asked him... and it was... and we sat and talked and it was nice. He said he would call.
The next morning I got a text from hot sexy vice principal's son wanting a little morning sumthin-sumthin. Screw you buddy! According to him it wasn't true at all that he ran away from me at the bar. Right.
He didn't stay long, but as he left he pulled her aside to ask about me. Apparently he thought I was cute and wanted my info. She told him I was single and fabulous and that she would hook us up. She then grabbed me and pulled me aside to dish. For the sake of not getting sued we will call the guy Mr Sexy "That is MR SEXY," she said to me, "You HAVE to go on a date with him and tell me EVERYTHING that happens." I promised to so she gave me his number along with the comment that I had to call the next day.
The next night my friends and I got glammed up and headed downtown again to party for one of their birthday's special night. The big 2-5. This guy she is seeing, who it happens used to date my other friend made us all dinner. After that we headed to the club.
I got up my courage and texted Mr Sexy. "Hey, is this Mr Sexy?" I said.... I know SMOOTH. "That's a hard question, I guess it depends who is asking." He answered. I told him that I'm the Blonde friend from the pub and we go from there.
At the club my friend whose b-day it was took off. Crazy gal took off. So we headed off to Doolin's to meet up with her ex and his friends, but not before we sent them some hot'n'steamy texts. We got there and even though her ex had been texting her all night telling her to come he was busy totally hitting on a fat ugly girl. Come on buddy, quality over quantity ok!
The gorgeous vice principal's son (aka the recieving end of the hot'n'steamyness) was also there, but left as soon as he saw me. Ass. It was ok though, because I kissed his friend the black guy. It sorta felt like he was eating my face though. Not that he is a bad kisser, but his mouth is like 4 times the size of mine. Lip un-compatibility I tell ya!
But, that is not the point of the story. The point is that as the night continued My Sexy and I kept texting back and forth and then SURPRISE! He showed up at the bar. I was like "Oh my god I think that's Mr Sexy!" .... So my friend asked him... and it was... and we sat and talked and it was nice. He said he would call.
The next morning I got a text from hot sexy vice principal's son wanting a little morning sumthin-sumthin. Screw you buddy! According to him it wasn't true at all that he ran away from me at the bar. Right.
Saturday, January 20, 2007
Three's Company Too!
It has been a while since I've posted... So let's go back ... Waaaay back... To three weeks ago.
The night started off innocently enough. A guy-friend picked me up at home, we went shoe shopping at the mall and then met up with my other friend and some girls at Earls in White Rock. We had a few orchid martinis (you could EAT the flowers) ... good times.
The strangeness started when we decided to hit up The OB. There were too many of us to take a cab so I sweet talked a random into driving me and one other girl. It was just us, him, and the baby seat in the back. Don't tell his wife!
The randomness continued as waiting in line I called this girl's random ex-boyfriend and left him sexy messages. Well as sexy as messages from a stalker can be. Oh yeah.
To make the night even weirder it turned out that it was a foam party that night at the bar. To make up for the fact that I was a 22-year-old at a foam party I had to have a few (ahem... quite a few) drinks.
As we left the bar my friend instructed the cabbie to book it to the "Pink Palace" (aka the Pacific Inn,) where the three of us proceeded to check into the cheesiest honeymoon suite ever and order a bottle of champagne each.
The night gets a little fuzzy from then on. A few highlights: Live From the Bathtub: Danielle and friend... Also featuring: guy-friend puking over the balcony! For our grand finale: friend breaks$140 worth of mugs and lighting features which Danielle cuts her foot on and bleeds everywhere!
All in all the point of the whole story is that I TOTALLY could have had a threesome ... But I didn't! I had two people doing it on the bed beside me and I just couldn't join in! It was like a crazy grizzly attack so I played dead! Honestly. I pretended I was sleeping.
I might have been able to do it too, if guy-friend hadn't barfed right in front of me. Nothing says "Don't do me and your friend at the same time" like throwing up.
Oh well, maybe next time.....
Or Maybe not :)
The night started off innocently enough. A guy-friend picked me up at home, we went shoe shopping at the mall and then met up with my other friend and some girls at Earls in White Rock. We had a few orchid martinis (you could EAT the flowers) ... good times.
The strangeness started when we decided to hit up The OB. There were too many of us to take a cab so I sweet talked a random into driving me and one other girl. It was just us, him, and the baby seat in the back. Don't tell his wife!
The randomness continued as waiting in line I called this girl's random ex-boyfriend and left him sexy messages. Well as sexy as messages from a stalker can be. Oh yeah.
To make the night even weirder it turned out that it was a foam party that night at the bar. To make up for the fact that I was a 22-year-old at a foam party I had to have a few (ahem... quite a few) drinks.
As we left the bar my friend instructed the cabbie to book it to the "Pink Palace" (aka the Pacific Inn,) where the three of us proceeded to check into the cheesiest honeymoon suite ever and order a bottle of champagne each.
The night gets a little fuzzy from then on. A few highlights: Live From the Bathtub: Danielle and friend... Also featuring: guy-friend puking over the balcony! For our grand finale: friend breaks$140 worth of mugs and lighting features which Danielle cuts her foot on and bleeds everywhere!
All in all the point of the whole story is that I TOTALLY could have had a threesome ... But I didn't! I had two people doing it on the bed beside me and I just couldn't join in! It was like a crazy grizzly attack so I played dead! Honestly. I pretended I was sleeping.
I might have been able to do it too, if guy-friend hadn't barfed right in front of me. Nothing says "Don't do me and your friend at the same time" like throwing up.
Oh well, maybe next time.....
Or Maybe not :)
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