Irish bars. Very casual environment where one would normally get a Guiness or a beer. Nope. He ordered a long island ice tea. Slightly surprised, but from what I know about him, I shouldn't be. So I would rate the date on a scale of 1-10 about a 7. It was super boring at the beginning because he wanted to talk mostly about work. I was way glassy-eyed at the beginning of the conversation and all I really wanted to say was "Shut up about work already! I really don't care about coding because I know nothing about it!" But I didn't. I just nodded and looked as if I was super interested in learning all about software engineering. What is software engineering anyway??
After I practically fell asleep, we moved onto other topics such as ex-relationships. Yup. Not something you should really want to discuss on the first meeting with a random stranger, but we did. He has had alot of casual relationships in his dating life and only one serious one. He dated her for awhile and they moved in together. It didn't work out because somehow they grew apart. It was a cute story and I wish my breakups ended as amicably as theirs did, but it's not a perfect world, now is it? If it were, we would all be gorgeous supermodels and our husbands would have the bodies of the gods. Nope. Only 1% of the population are so lucky. Gissele and Tom, anyone? Anywhoooo. After rehashing the little details of their lives together, he proceeded to tell me that he comes from a very small family. However, he wants to have a large family and envies those that do. He wants lots of kids! Don't get me wrong, there is nothing bad about wanting a soccer team of kids, but that's not for me. I'm not even sure I can handle one let alone 11!d He didnt say 11, but he said ALOT! EEK!
Moving along, we spoke of hobbies and interests and it is safe to say that we don't really have much in common. He follows MMA and that's pretty much it. He won't really watch a football game or any other sport but he can tell you all the stats of the MMA fighters. I'm not really an MMA fan. Honesty I didn't know that MMA existed like that until I googled it after he emailed me. I love football. I don't really know who's who, but I enjoy watching the games on Sunday either at a bar or in the comfort of my own couch. Like I said, he doesn't listen to rock music because he says he can't relate to it...but he can relate to Beyonce singing about "Single Ladies??" Needless to say, I enjoyed the time out with him and he is always good for a laugh. Maybe we can go out again and swap stories over a dirty martini. Who knows? For now, I'll keep searching and hitting refresh on my browser for a list of the hot single men in this town.
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Friday, October 15, 2010
Mr. Pop Diva is a Breeder!
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Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Britney Spears, Lady Gaga, Rhianna..say what?!
Oh goodness! Let's call him Pop Diva. Mr. Pop Diva indeed. I have to say hands down, one of the most interesting conversations I have had in a long long time. We bonded over knee injuries and the emotional rollar coaster that you ride when you have to go to doctor after doctor to tell you that they really can't help you or fix you. Or that they have no idea what is wrong with your knee. Yup. That was how our conversation started.
Then he proceeded to tell me about his love for music. His love for pop music. Yes. Pop music. Brittney, Lady Gaga, Rhianna, Beyonce are all of his favorites and are all women that he jams to. Yup. Mr. Pop Diva loves these women so much that he even told me that he blares his car stereo and sings at the top of his lungs "I feel like a Woman." That is correct. Shania Twain's hit back in the day. Um...Really?! I mean I do it too, but I'm a woman. Not some macho MMA fighter who loves pop music but isn't a fan of alternative rock. So he says he can't listen to Weezer or Good Charolotte or Jack Johnson. Why? Because they are all men who are whinny and he's not a fan of the whinny man who cries about his sorry life in a song. After I digested this fact that I learned from him, I learned other details of his life that still left me wondering whether or not Mr. Pop Diva was pulling my leg. He announced to me that he loves Dirty Martinis and delicious Bloody Mary's with lots of Tabasco to make it spicy! I thought he was joking. Nope. He wasn't. He can't drink beer because it makes him sleepy so unless he's at a loud bar or sporting event, beer is out of the question. Ok. I understand that. But Dirty Martinis'? Should I buy you a Cosmo then when we meet?
Of course after I learned more about him, Mr. Pop Diva intrigued me. His profile pictures showed a suave, gorgeous-bodied man and his profile cast this glimpse of a career-minded professional who knew where he was going. However, the conversation I had with him left me wanting to know more about this man who had a love of pop music. We agreed to meet and have drinks to continue the conversation of where we left off. I still can't believe he is not a fan of rock music. How can you not like it? So is Nickelback out of the picture then? Sad. Maybe we can't be friends... Or maybe we can sing along to Circus together while drinking dirty martinis at the bar later on. Bring it on!
Then he proceeded to tell me about his love for music. His love for pop music. Yes. Pop music. Brittney, Lady Gaga, Rhianna, Beyonce are all of his favorites and are all women that he jams to. Yup. Mr. Pop Diva loves these women so much that he even told me that he blares his car stereo and sings at the top of his lungs "I feel like a Woman." That is correct. Shania Twain's hit back in the day. Um...Really?! I mean I do it too, but I'm a woman. Not some macho MMA fighter who loves pop music but isn't a fan of alternative rock. So he says he can't listen to Weezer or Good Charolotte or Jack Johnson. Why? Because they are all men who are whinny and he's not a fan of the whinny man who cries about his sorry life in a song. After I digested this fact that I learned from him, I learned other details of his life that still left me wondering whether or not Mr. Pop Diva was pulling my leg. He announced to me that he loves Dirty Martinis and delicious Bloody Mary's with lots of Tabasco to make it spicy! I thought he was joking. Nope. He wasn't. He can't drink beer because it makes him sleepy so unless he's at a loud bar or sporting event, beer is out of the question. Ok. I understand that. But Dirty Martinis'? Should I buy you a Cosmo then when we meet?
Of course after I learned more about him, Mr. Pop Diva intrigued me. His profile pictures showed a suave, gorgeous-bodied man and his profile cast this glimpse of a career-minded professional who knew where he was going. However, the conversation I had with him left me wanting to know more about this man who had a love of pop music. We agreed to meet and have drinks to continue the conversation of where we left off. I still can't believe he is not a fan of rock music. How can you not like it? So is Nickelback out of the picture then? Sad. Maybe we can't be friends... Or maybe we can sing along to Circus together while drinking dirty martinis at the bar later on. Bring it on!
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