Sorry for being MIA recently! The Jewish Holidays and a stalker got in the way, but now I'm back and in full dating mode!
Meet Nigel* Nigel is a result of online dating. We live in the 21st century, it is nearly impossible to meet a decent guy in the real world, so online dating it is. Nigel is a 28 year old computer programmer, who is a born and raised Manhattanite. There were a couple of email exchanges but we even spoke on the phone pre date! He seemed really nice but I could tell that he was definitely a dork. It is so important to understand that there are two different levels of dork. There is the dork that waits in line for the newest iPhone, can do your tax returns, still holds onto their childhood dreams, and yet still knows how to treat a woman. And then, there is the dork that stands in line for the newest version of halo and sleeps in a twin bed that is covered in Superman sheets. There is a huge difference and there is nothing wrong with the tax returning, iPhone toting, dreamer. When Nigel and I spoke on the phone, we joked around about Dance Dance Revolution, a game that is super fun to play, but is embarrassing as hell to admit ever playing after the age of 22. With the little pieces of information on the table, he came up with a creative date of Dave & Busters.
The Date: We met at Dave & Busters in Times Square. I thought it was a good idea, instead of just sitting and interrogating each other for a couple of hours. We started at the bar, just to get to know one another a little better. The conversation was definitely lacking, but then again, it was only a first date.
Nigel said to me : "You know, your personality reminds me of a real estate broker."
Me: "Aren't most real estate brokers sleazy and really creepy."
Nigel: "That's not what I meant. Well I meant it as a compliment. Your personality reminds me of a salesy/marketing type person."
He just kept digging himself a giant hole. I of course gave him the benefit of the doubt, as he proceeded to tell me that he wasn't the slickest cat around. That was a given. After one drink, he quickly closed the tab, without even asking if I wanted another drink and said OK let's go play games! And away we went. The first game was a driving type something or other, I tried to make the most conversation you could make while playing video games. Show the playful side, definitely the competitive side, this kid was SO into his game, it was just silence.
As soon as that was over, he says to me "Wait, you're in high heels, how are you supposed to play DDR." (Yes, he refers to Dance Dance Revolution as DDR, because he is apparently super hard core.) I told him that I brought back-up. I mean, chill out for pete's sake. I wore high heels because, it's a date. I didn't realize I was going to the All-Time Championship of Dance Dance Revolution. He noticed the game was available and B-lined over, not even waiting for me. First round, we played at the beginners level. I was so thankful, because I was not there to break a sweat, bust a move, whatever. I was there to just enjoy and have fun. Nigel was so pissed, that he did poorly the first round and blamed it on the "easy level." He bumped it up to the "difficult level." Let the games begin. I was tripping all over myself in my 4 inch heels like a complete idiot. I look over at Nigel, and to find him ripping open his button down shirt (don't worry he had an undershirt on) because he was SO into it. At this point, I lost complete concentration and thought please kill me, I am on a date with the ultimate child. Not even a man boy, but a child.
I could not believe what was going on. Thankfully, a line had formed to play the game and I had an out. We then continued to the next game, which was basketball. Don't get me wrong, it's fun to be competitive, but hi, you're on a date, calm down! Life will go on if you don't win. A few more games later, and he finally said he had had enough. It was time to pick a prize. He clearly thought I had a drinking problem; he picked up a shot glass and told me it's a perfect prize for me. The date had lasted only two hours and I was DYING to get home. At the end of the evening, I had thanked him for everything and told him it was nice to meet him. He told me he had a great time. I couldn't believe that was fun to him! Granted, he played video games for two hours, so he was clearly in heaven. I guarantee he's looking for a girl to sit on his couch and watch him play all of his video games. Not so much my style.
And another one bites the dust.