Awkward kisses and bad chemistry

I guess I’ll preface this by saying that even admitting that I’m a member of OkC has been difficult for me.  I mean, I guess I was always worried that people would think it’s desperate and sad, but whatever… I’ve gotten over caring what other people think.  Sure, you get tons of creepy guys messaging you on a free online dating website, but I’ve come to realize that there are creepy people everywhere, regardless of how and where you meet them (i.e. W, who I met in my class and turned out to be one of the slimiest slimes that ever slimed).  So what if you have to sort through some assholes?  I’ve met some pretty fucking cool people on OkC that I’m still friends with today and that makes it all worth it in the end.  Anyways, bad dates sort of make for interesting stories to tell.

I don’t know why I felt the need to justify myself, but I guess I’m still trying to break through my mostly internal “online dating is stupid and sad” stigma.

Moving on…

Before the date, I spent most of the day shopping with my best friend, R, so I felt the need to take a “date outfit” picture in a VS changing room.  I guess it’s nothing special, but I felt comfortable and casual and cute :d

The date itself wasn’t bad, it was just sort of frustrating.  We met at a bar and had a few drinks, then went to see 21 Jump Street.  It was clear from the start that we had zero chemistry.  He went from having his eyes glued to the hockey game behind me to trying to “psychoanalyze” me every few seconds at the bar.  Most of what he had to say about me was wrong.  He was also sort of racist and sexist and homophobic and extremely resentful of rich people, whom he consistently called pretentious.

Moving on, we got to the theater about an hour early for our movie, so we ended up stepping into a random showing just to pass some time.  He took that opportunity to sort of get physical, i.e. holding my hand, touching my leg, putting his arm around me. At one point he tried to grab my boob and that’s when I just moved his hand away.  It wasn’t that I wasn’t into it, I just really wasn’t into him.  I mean, yeah, I was fucking horny and it sort of felt nice being touched, but at the same time, I didn’t really like this guy that much.  But I guess that sort of created this weird vibe from me where I was reciprocating at the same time as pushing him away.

I think the one good thing I have to say about him is that once he picked up on me not being into it, he stopped.  We watched 21 Jump Street and I had a good time because it was fucking funny even the 2nd time around.

After the date, he gave me this awkward goodbye kiss and I called up my best friend and we went to a diner and gossiped about him which was probably my favorite part of the night.

He just sent me a text asking me what my impression was.  The non-confrontational part of me wants to just ignore it until it goes away, but I know I need to be more mature about things and just tell him that even though he’s a nice person, I wasn’t really into it, didn’t feel we clicked, and really don’t feel like seeing him again even as a friend.

Because dude, we were walking down the street and a group of guys walked past us and he turned to me and whispered really loudly, “THOSE ARE GAY GUYS!”  like they were some sort of exotic endangered species.  Really?  Really?  In this day and age and place?