Sorry for disappearing, but life has been in a bit of whirlwind since the last post...which has included - surprise: four dudes and a funeral, or more specifically, how Grandma's funeral whittled down four dudes.
Last month, on Mother's Day, Grandma Ruthie passed away. Mr. Navy, one of the four CMB guys I was dating, and I had just ordered pizza and were picking a movie on Netflix when I got the call from my dad letting me know that Grandma wasn't going to make it through the night. This was our third date and Mr. Navy stayed for pizza and most of the movie, but I knew by the time he headed out the door that this was the last date. Lesson learned, not everyone can handle the heavy stuff, and better to find out sooner rather than later. One down.
On Monday, B., two of the four, reached out about a second date. I let him know that my Grandma had passed and that I was not up for going out that week. To be fair, the first date was only okay - he was shorter than his profile, which you know I hate, there was limited chemistry, plus he wasn't that interesting. That being said, he was actually a sweetheart about it and let me know he was there when I was up for going out again. The week was crazy and full of emotional turmoil - as I went through it I realized that as sweet as he was it wasn't reason enough to overlook the negatives of the first date. Two down.
Three of four, P., was a fun guy and we had a great chat going on for a few weeks. I was super excited because he had a similar devotion to his French Press and not only knew The Darkness - but also knew a good number of their songs. He gave me some great new band recommendations as well as some suggestions for new restaurants to check out. However, P. and I also shared a trend of terrible timing, this meant that when a death in the family was thrown in I was three down.
Onto four of four, the Latvian. I like to save the best for last and the Latvian definitely gets that title. Unlike the first three, the Latvian was persistent and stuck through the week after Grandma passed and the week of the funeral. He texted me regularly without being intrusive - they were breezy and funny texts - which were the right note as I dealt with all the drama that can come with big family gatherings. We had been having trouble syncing up our timing so it was a another few weeks before we managed to make our date. We got together this week for what would be a very boring and highly insulting date. We met at my favorite date spot in Old Town for a late drink, I had planned to get an appetizer because I am all about eating on a date. I ordered my glass of wine thinking that I would hold on the app until he got there; however, within a few minutes of his arrival I scratched the app plan as I knew this wouldn't be good. I sipped my wine while he ordered his seltzer and cranberry - apparently he doesn't drink. The conversation was dull, he spent a significant amount of time talking about hiking and making lame jokes about being a serial killer. There was some lost in translation aspects to the conversation - in particular, sarcasm on both sides. It was difficult, which wouldn't have been the worst, until he got insulting. After I mentioned my favorite little man, Byron my amazing cat, he decided to tell me about his theory on why so many people have pets these days. According to the Latvian, so many 20/30-somethings have pets because they are chronically single and so they get them to fulfill the desire for companionship that their failed relationships have left open. I informed him that this was highly insulting and decided it was time for me to shut this date down. This is the point that I discovered I am not as good at ending a date as I thought...it took another hour to get home, during this time I had to endure a kiss as long and we as the Mississippi and an awkward car ride. He texted me the next day to ask me out again, I declined. Four down.
I think Grandma would have very much enjoyed my month of dating and clearing out the coffers before I head to Peru. And hopefully, when I get back and start dating again, she will inspire me to find a way to shut down a date when it goes south --- unless someone has some tips for me!
