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So remember how at my old blog I went on all these dates and I actually wrote about them? Well, I’ve got a date story for you.
Last Wednesday I went on a date. Now before you yell at me about why I’m dating when I am moving in FOUR DAYS, I had told him when we initially started talking on Plenty of Fish that I was moving out west. Thinking I wouldn’t hear back (oh, irony!), I said good luck with your search. But low and behold, he had lived in Boulder too and hey, let’s grab dinner. He was cute, so I said why not? Now, I rarely do dinner. It’s one of my rules of first dates with guys I meet online. The first meetup? Needs to be something that is simple, like coffee or drinks so if it isn’t working, you can easily get out of it. Dinner? I rarely do. But since it was Ann Arbor’s restaurant week and he threw menu’s in my face that literally made me drool, I went for it.
Initially I was terrified because I couldn’t hold a conversation with him on the phone. There were awkward silences. I was worried this date was going to horrendously awful through three courses of yummy food. Luckily, the conversation flowed, albeit haltingly, but it was a nice dinner. After dinner was over and the bill was paid, he suggested going to the bar next door to continue our conversation over drinks. We were there probably an hour and could barely hear ourselves over the ridiculous trivia night that was going on behind us but we finished a drink or two and headed out for the night.
There may have been some making out AT THE BAR mixed in there. Can’t be confirmed though.
I ended up driving him to his car and while parked near his car, there may or may not have been some more making out. It was a pretty good make out session, too. We’re saying goodnight and he asks me:
When can I see you again? Tomorrow?
Caught off guard (and a little fuzzy in the head, given the circumstances leading up to this conversation) I kind of stumbled around but said that it’d be nice and he said he’d get in touch with me during the day.Pretty straightforward, pretty clear, right?
That next day was Thursday and I went out with Sarah with an H for more adventures in the Novi mall. If you were following me on twitter during the ten minutes when I was waiting for her, you would have read all about my adventures in Michigan Fashion. Always a treat. In case you didn’t catch the rundown, because we know you are following me (RIGHT?!), here it is:
And then there was the piece de resistance…
Mom jeans? Elastic waist pants? Horrendous color? Where was I? 1982? Lacey asked if I was in KMart. BUT NO, I was in Macy’s. In my favorite department, INC. I nearly vomited. Instead I took a picture for your pleasure.
You can thank me in the comments.
So I went through all that, had more adventures with Sarah but I had yet to hear from the date. I went home, checked my email, and nothing. Nothing. It was 6pm.
He had basically stood me up.
And I have never had that happen. Where a guy insists on seeing me again, and seeing me again SO SOON, and not hear from him. Boys, this better not be a new trend.
However, I’m not upset. After all I am moving this coming friday. And honestly? I’m so used to not hearing back from guys after one or two or three dates, that I just don’t care anymore. Is that bad?
On a side note, dating while living at home is…interesting. The parents like to remind you that the boy didn’t call. Take this evenings conversation with my mom:
“So do you think he didn’t call back because he wanted a one night stand?”
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Gah, boys are awful. But not nearly as awful as those jeans. I feel like Macy’s is betraying me.
I felt the same way. Especially since it was my favorite department. So disappointed.
Oh man. Hey, at least you got a makeout session and the good news is: you’re moving! That is super weird though…boys are strange.
Sometimes I start to miss the intrigue of dating, but then I read something like this that reminds me how bizarre and unreliable men are and I remember that having to deal with that from one man is enough for me.
I always tell my married friends that they do not want to come back to the dating world. It’s a scary place!
Boys are CRAZY, but those Mom Jeans are even CRAZIER. They better NOT become all the rage. Ill stick to wearing sweat pants if that happens!
I will give up all faith in the fashion world if they become trendy…
I never even attempted to date while I was living at home, knew my nerves couldn’t take that situation.
Have only stood someone up once on a date and even then I called immediately to reschedule so no idea if this is becoming a trend. Hopefully not.
Boys are weird, that’s simply it. But dating while living at home must be awkward.
And yes, those pants are awful. To me they look like leggings that are made to look like jeans. But whoever thought that looks good should be shot.
Oh no, they’re jeans. And they look just as bad in person as they do in pictures. Maybe even worse because they’re REAL.
I feel like that’s just flaky and stupid-boy stuff…nothing you should take personally. He was probably hoping he could be lazy and you’d call him.
I have no room for flakiness in my life!
I’m from Michigan originally and seeing those pants is just another reminder of why I would NEVER move back there!
I’m happily leaving this state in three days. I better not see those pants EVER AGAIN!
Maybe he remembered that you were moving and decided it wasn’t worth it? Still, he is clearly a jerk. Sorry about that.
I thought that may be it, but still. Rude!
They Big Mystery of the Disappearing Man strikes again. I do believe that there is some area of earth (something like the Bermuda triangle) that these men must be getting sucked into.
Sorry hon, I can be of now comfort. I’ve been on the receiving end of that so many times I’ve now lost count. But yay! A new beginning is just around the corner!
Hmm…this bermuda triangle of men is an interesting theory…one that needs scientific research I think!
Sadly that has happened to me. A few more times than I care to admit (the boy situation, not the seeing weird jeans in Macy’s thing). I also hope it’s not a new trend because it would just be the worst thing ever.
I think I’ll have to make a trip to see you & doni!
You definitely need to make a trip! Once we get a couch, it will be open for you to stay on!
GET HERE! (I keep hearing the boy:girl ratio here is incredible, so… come out here and meet all of them. I’ll be your wingwoman.)
TWO DAYS!!!!
I don’t understand boys. I wouldn’t take his douchey-ness personally – which you don’t sound like you are. But… what are you going to say to him when he eventually calls you?
Oh I gave up thinking he’d call after thursday
he wouldn’t get an answer if he tried calling now!
LOL…. I dont think I could handle dating while living at home. I told my mom this wknd (after my dad did something embarassing) that this is why I don’t bring guys home ever or talk about dating with them. Hells to the no. It’s just weird.
After living here, I’m scared to EVER bring back a guy to meet them. He’d run off screaming and I’d never see him again!
boys…i just don’t get them.
My eyes! My eyes! Those jeans are hideous. (Can they even be called jeans?)
I don’t get boys, but I sure do like ‘em. It’s a problem.
It is a problem isn’t it? (both the jeans and the liking boys bit)
yeah those jeans are just nuts, i couldn’t believe it when you posted it.
as for boys, that’s pretty lame he stood you up but at least he’s a good kisser and hopefully boulder will have much better guys for ya!
That’s what I keep telling myself!
I saw almost the exact same pants at Topshop in SoHo last weekend, and I was so astonished that I was going to laugh hysterically & photograph them for my own blog… but then I noticed a girl taking them off the goddamn rack to try them on & I felt so fucking guilty. WHAT IS WRONG WITH HER? And EVERYONE?
Um you should have taken a picture of her WITH them. She deserves to be publicly humiliated (although I’m guessing if she bought them and wears them, she’ll have that anyway!)
seriously, disappearing boy syndrome is contagious. but those jeans? wow. i can’t even put together a sentence about them.
HAHA — at least it was a good date and not a crappy one. And like you said, don’t be too heartbroken. You’re moving anyway.
Boys are just…. crazy. Maybe he died? I mean who WOULDN’T want to see you again!? I hear Colorado boys are better anyhow.
EXACTLY.
Eh, you’re moving anyway. You had a good night with some major making out. Nice way to leave home behind if you ask me.
I like your way of thinking.
I just found your blog through Phampants, when he said you’re moving to Colorado. I’m in Colorado too–pretty much a native though, minus my time on the east coast for college, but if you ever need anything let me know! and welcome!
Boys. Ugh. Seriously, what the hell? Oh well, you had a great time with a friend and you got to practice your kissing skills. Which apparently, are pretty good.
Also, I love the quote your mom said…
It was REALLY hard keeping a straight face when she said that. I may have laughed.
Boys are funny, aren’t they. Please oh please start dating soon after arriving in Colorado. This old married lady wants to hear more about your adventures! =)