my own cheeks were burning with embarrassment for him.
poor boy.
wine, oysters, oh it was going so well...but sadly...screeeeeeeeeech!!!
car wreck.
done.
next?
Monday, August 17, 2009
Sunday, August 16, 2009
comic.
i keep saying comic, and what i really mean to say is, comedian.
would i date a comedian?
my first response...HELLLLLL NO.
of course, the usual run of the mill thoughts inevitably plague my mind. what if our "dating" episodes make its way as material into his set? what if we no longer "date" anymore and i become the butt of his horrifying dating in la jokes? valid, right? right? i mean, the man is in his late 30's, has never been married, and how can i not help but think that he is cursed with the expected single-dom of a closet alcoholic depressed comic? comedian. sorry. comedian.
but the truth is, i've had a good time with him. we have "hung out" twice and i've enjoyed myself. he drinks nothing but non-alcoholic beer, is a gentleman to the core (from what i can read into unless he turns out to be the other freakish mid-western guy who i "hung out" with for a few weeks...who was ALSO supposed to be a gentleman to the core too - more on this one later) and conversations have been pretty fluid. i like that he's smart, wears thick nerdy glasses, is tall (6'4"), boxes and muay thais and is a bit un-easy and nervous around me which is a bit endearing...what i am hesitant about is...he's a COMIC. a COMEDIAN. a comedian with a totally different persona on-stage than off stage that embraces the epitomy of bipolarism at its best - and THAT makes me nervous.
apparently, as i walked in to his set last night, scurrying in 15 minutes late, he just happened to be talking about coming out of his aa meeting earlier in the eve. i thought, oh...okay. i get it. he's an alcoholic. then he proceeds to talk about a date he went on with a chick a week ago, dishing the details of the date - complete with footage of wine and labias and everything a frat boy would be flaunting to his gang of meathead frat brothers while kegstanding it on a sunday afternoon.
i contemplated walking out.
however, i sucked it up, stayed because i had a few friends coming to meet me and i continued to lurk in the dark corner next to the smoky bathroom for a little while longer. he came off stage (as he was hosting the gig) and walked past me...i ducked...crossed my arms and pretended to be super interested in the next comic chick from montana or south dakota or something like that as he turned around, spotted me and said hello.
i could barely look at him square in the face - AWKWARD. being someone who is already a terrible liar, i wear my emotions and feelings on my sleeve which allows even the thickest, most insensitive douchebags to pick up on my moods and energy. he invited me over to the table which he so gentlemanly asked a few dudes to move so i could sit and i reluctantly (while glancing longingly at the door i just came in from) shuffled over and had a seat - and continued to pretend i was super interested in the lame comic chick from montana or south dakota or something like that.
my friends showed, took seats, and being the gentleman that he is, asked everyone for their drink orders, disappeared and came back like a slick bartender (that he is also) and gave us our drinks. for the remainder of the eve, he made sure we were all taken care of, and of course, i invited him out with us to the next jaunt.
through the eve, he proved himself nothing short of being a solid, super, respectable guy...never once letting his attention leave me, flittering to the half naked drunk girls running around the joint, made sure drinks were flowing (so generous), but with that being said, his generosity started to make me feel bad me because, sadly, a couple of acquaintances i was with were being leeches and being cheap. NOT OKAY. so...i swiftly picked up the tab and we were off at half till 1am.
before i go further into the details that's left in the remainder of our eve, i'll just end this here. we went to get a bite to eat, sat next to each other instead of across (no creepy hand syndrome from him either), chatted, ate, picked off his plate and he didn't mind (super cool), called me out on the freaked out look i had on my face when he said hello to me in my dark corner when i first walked into the set and made sure to clarify that 1. he was using old material, 2. he is not an alcoholic and 3. checked in with me to see if i was still frightenend or horrified at his set...by then? not so much. then we went home. gave me a peck on the lips (2nd time we hung out - no actual date yet) and we bid farewell. said he'll call me tomorrow...and guess what, he called.
i couldn't find my credit card this morning and was digging around my house when he rang, chatted for a bit, asked him if he had seen it and hung up the phone - a few minutes later, i get a text from him saying he called the last place we were at to check for me and they didn't have it. wow. what a nice gesture.
but he's a comic.
and he makes me laugh.
and i find him attractive.
and we converse nicely together.
but he's a comic. and an actor. oh, i didn't mention that, eh?
but he's up front, he's candid...and i respect that in any man who is able to be balls out, veering away from the little immature games that everyone seems to be so caught up with in this LA town.
until next time folks...
would i date a comedian?
my first response...HELLLLLL NO.
of course, the usual run of the mill thoughts inevitably plague my mind. what if our "dating" episodes make its way as material into his set? what if we no longer "date" anymore and i become the butt of his horrifying dating in la jokes? valid, right? right? i mean, the man is in his late 30's, has never been married, and how can i not help but think that he is cursed with the expected single-dom of a closet alcoholic depressed comic? comedian. sorry. comedian.
but the truth is, i've had a good time with him. we have "hung out" twice and i've enjoyed myself. he drinks nothing but non-alcoholic beer, is a gentleman to the core (from what i can read into unless he turns out to be the other freakish mid-western guy who i "hung out" with for a few weeks...who was ALSO supposed to be a gentleman to the core too - more on this one later) and conversations have been pretty fluid. i like that he's smart, wears thick nerdy glasses, is tall (6'4"), boxes and muay thais and is a bit un-easy and nervous around me which is a bit endearing...what i am hesitant about is...he's a COMIC. a COMEDIAN. a comedian with a totally different persona on-stage than off stage that embraces the epitomy of bipolarism at its best - and THAT makes me nervous.
apparently, as i walked in to his set last night, scurrying in 15 minutes late, he just happened to be talking about coming out of his aa meeting earlier in the eve. i thought, oh...okay. i get it. he's an alcoholic. then he proceeds to talk about a date he went on with a chick a week ago, dishing the details of the date - complete with footage of wine and labias and everything a frat boy would be flaunting to his gang of meathead frat brothers while kegstanding it on a sunday afternoon.
i contemplated walking out.
however, i sucked it up, stayed because i had a few friends coming to meet me and i continued to lurk in the dark corner next to the smoky bathroom for a little while longer. he came off stage (as he was hosting the gig) and walked past me...i ducked...crossed my arms and pretended to be super interested in the next comic chick from montana or south dakota or something like that as he turned around, spotted me and said hello.
i could barely look at him square in the face - AWKWARD. being someone who is already a terrible liar, i wear my emotions and feelings on my sleeve which allows even the thickest, most insensitive douchebags to pick up on my moods and energy. he invited me over to the table which he so gentlemanly asked a few dudes to move so i could sit and i reluctantly (while glancing longingly at the door i just came in from) shuffled over and had a seat - and continued to pretend i was super interested in the lame comic chick from montana or south dakota or something like that.
my friends showed, took seats, and being the gentleman that he is, asked everyone for their drink orders, disappeared and came back like a slick bartender (that he is also) and gave us our drinks. for the remainder of the eve, he made sure we were all taken care of, and of course, i invited him out with us to the next jaunt.
through the eve, he proved himself nothing short of being a solid, super, respectable guy...never once letting his attention leave me, flittering to the half naked drunk girls running around the joint, made sure drinks were flowing (so generous), but with that being said, his generosity started to make me feel bad me because, sadly, a couple of acquaintances i was with were being leeches and being cheap. NOT OKAY. so...i swiftly picked up the tab and we were off at half till 1am.
before i go further into the details that's left in the remainder of our eve, i'll just end this here. we went to get a bite to eat, sat next to each other instead of across (no creepy hand syndrome from him either), chatted, ate, picked off his plate and he didn't mind (super cool), called me out on the freaked out look i had on my face when he said hello to me in my dark corner when i first walked into the set and made sure to clarify that 1. he was using old material, 2. he is not an alcoholic and 3. checked in with me to see if i was still frightenend or horrified at his set...by then? not so much. then we went home. gave me a peck on the lips (2nd time we hung out - no actual date yet) and we bid farewell. said he'll call me tomorrow...and guess what, he called.
i couldn't find my credit card this morning and was digging around my house when he rang, chatted for a bit, asked him if he had seen it and hung up the phone - a few minutes later, i get a text from him saying he called the last place we were at to check for me and they didn't have it. wow. what a nice gesture.
but he's a comic.
and he makes me laugh.
and i find him attractive.
and we converse nicely together.
but he's a comic. and an actor. oh, i didn't mention that, eh?
but he's up front, he's candid...and i respect that in any man who is able to be balls out, veering away from the little immature games that everyone seems to be so caught up with in this LA town.
until next time folks...
inspired.
this is probably the 5th attempt i've made at starting a blog that i can stick with and continue to blog even long after my love of blogging fades.
i was inspired after lurking on another blogger's page, devouring her dating escapades, horror stories, moments of clarity, moments of insanity...savouring all the little morsels of her romantic (and un-romantic) love experiences.
so i decided, it's about time, i put my foot down and did this too. not to copy her or anything - i mean, really, this isn't the first chick that's decided to follow in carrie bradshaw's footsteps...nor am i the second, or the last.
so enjoy...respond...comment...and if i get offended and tell you off, don't take it personal. after all, it's only a blog...only an eat drink and being merry blog...
i was inspired after lurking on another blogger's page, devouring her dating escapades, horror stories, moments of clarity, moments of insanity...savouring all the little morsels of her romantic (and un-romantic) love experiences.
so i decided, it's about time, i put my foot down and did this too. not to copy her or anything - i mean, really, this isn't the first chick that's decided to follow in carrie bradshaw's footsteps...nor am i the second, or the last.
so enjoy...respond...comment...and if i get offended and tell you off, don't take it personal. after all, it's only a blog...only an eat drink and being merry blog...
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