PREFACE
after initially stating that i was going to write about my funny dating shenanigans, i mulled over the idea a bit. you never know who reads these, so as a result you never know if someone’s going to be offended or whatnot. and i really hate offending people. jk…that’s not true. i hate unintentionally offending people. but then i thought…shit, i can’t be limited by what i write. this is MY journal after all (linked to facebook and all…maybe that was a bad idea. yea, i think i’ll de-list it from my fb), but i write with the assumption that the only person reading is me. so…yea, there ya go. besides…i need to document my ineptitude for future posterity.
if there’s one constant in my adult life, it’s been that i have a knack for sucking at pursuing girls. one of two things usually happens: i either scare the girl away (totally understandable), or they become a super awesome platonic friend. i suppose this is a stark improvement from even before that, when it seemed i only attracted jailbait…but let’s not go there. i took it upon myself to try again recently, due to a few mitigating circumstances which i’ll get to.
***edited***
ah fuck it…i couldn’t bring myself to write about people in an unflattering light. so i tossed that portion of the story. moving on…guess i can go straight to the “mitigating circumstances!” which has also been a constant in my adult life…my nagging parents. after a certain age, parents like to ramp up their nagging about girlfriends, settling down, etc…moreso i feel like from asian parents. i was hoping my two nieces were enough of a distraction for them, but i suppose i underestimated their multi-tasking abilities. because out of nowhere one day i get an email from my dad that went something like “so we were at an alumni event and i gave your number to a girl there. she’ll be contacting you soon…” my initial reaction was akin to “fuck shit ass cock what the fuck??” something like that. it’s not the first time they’ve done something like this, but i was hoping it was over with. i was in a fair state of pissed-off-ness that i decided then and there to sign up for match. yerp…this will evolve into a match story. more on that later. the girl calls the next day, but i was out getting trashed (partially due to the aforementioned situation)…so decided not to answer. she calls again a few more times (i’m still out) but eventually resorts to an email. so i read it, and it goes “yea stop trying to avoid me. i’m actually married with a kid…just wanted to introduce you to friends” etc etc. this puts me at ease, so i return her call the next day and set up a lunch. besides, i figured my wrath should be directed at my parents and not at the girl who was nice enough to respond to my parents’ odd tendencies.
at this time too i’m making my way thru the odd world of online dating. which in all honesty isn’t all that odd. i’ve had a number of friends already married and whatnot as a result of online dating…so i figured it was due time i gave it a roll. the reassuring thing (and concurrently the bad thing) about online dating is that it’s alot like normal dating…you can still get stood up (oh man that sucked bad), girls still don’t return your calls (or messages in this regard), and dates can still be a minefield. which i suppose is reassuring in its own way.
***interlude***
so i came upon this unfinished draft, and can’t for the life of me remember where i was going with this. but i published it anyway. yea. god i love this journal.