The Dating Fool

Major update for myself, not that anyone's actually reading this shit.

The day after my first date, I was in a daze. That's putting it mildly. I think I was sort of on a natural high.

Most of the dates I go on are absurdly awkward. I remember one wherein I liked the guy, a college brat, but he didn't like me back, so it was just a numbingly tense experience. I didn't help that our date movie was "Ringu." Bad, bad idea. The other one I recall, was with this widowed hippie and the guy was all over me. While I really didn't do anything to encourage him, he kept grabbing my hand in the cinema and being all fresh and stuff. The movie was "Scary Movie 3." I don't know which was scarier, my date, the horrible movie or that fact that after the movie he insisted on treating me to a hot oil treatment at the salon. WHAT THE FRICKIN' FUCK? Oh yeah, another was with this Joe Schmoe guy who was new to the city and could barely sustain a conversation with me, but boy was the sex good.

Crap, so my dating record hasn't been very good. That's why I'm extremely nervous about this guy. I haven't dated in two years! Okay, maybe a year, but that one was just vague. This guy, whom I shall refer to as Kakkoii, is on so many levels just like me and at the same time, so different from me as well. So maybe he's has some baggage, I can live with that. Who doesn't have baggage anyway?

So where was I? Ah yes, that post-great-date-high....

I texted him the following day (this was last, last Monday) with the usual "how are yous" and "I really enjoyed last night" messages. Then I felt impulsive and asked him if he wanted to have dinner that night.

I became very nervous. Was I being too aggressive? A great date doesn't always mean it gets a follow up.

I'd love to, but I don't have enough money to eat somewhere nice and I left my ATM at home

Great, he doesn't want me. I decided I'd try one more time.

Don't worry, my treat.

A beat.

That might be too embarassing.

Crap. I couldn't really think of anything else to say. Nothing was clearer at that moment than I wanting to go out with him again. One last shot.

Hey, don't worry, it's pretty simple actually. Do you want to have dinner with me tonight? If no, then fine, no questions asked. If yes, then we'll have dinner. My treat. Won't be a problem.

Fuck, the cyncical closeted guy actually becoming agressive? I had butterflies in my stomach and I felt like I had to leave my desk to go to the toilet to throw up. My friend, amused, looked at me pace around the office like an idiot.

My phone rumbles and rings. A message from Kakkoii.


Sure, I wanna have dinner wija.

w00t!!!

I flew as soon as the clock struck five and an hour later I was in front of his gym, picking him up. We went a Japanese coffee shop (didn't we just eat Japanese food the day before?) and has some really good spicy Japanese pasta and Japanese seafood curry.

We both acknowledged the idea that this might go somewhere, but agreed that we won't tell our common friend who introduced us...yet. Who knows where this will lead? I'll be a prude for now.


I drove him to his house and we hung out in his room. I helped him solve some PC-to-mobile phone issue that he's having and played some Playstation 2.

No kiss that night...


but happy nonetheless.