My journey through the dating jungle of Boston and looking good while doing it.
The Dates
Documenting the stories of the good, the bad, and the possibilities in dating.
24 hours later redo: Date with Mr. Cat Caller
Jul 9th
As I mentioned when I posted yesterday I usually wait 24 hours to post about a date to get a better understanding and feeling of what happened, but with Mr. Cat Caller I posted within a couple of hours after the date. I have taken the allotted 24+ hours and feel differently about the date and post. Below is my redo of Mr. Cat Caller.
Now that I started a blog, I feel like I am going through the process of The Year of Yes. The My list of needs has changed into the my list of, “it would be nice if he has”. I am throwing away the childhood concept of a knight in shining armor or even a really really rich lawyer, and giving everyone a try. That means even unconventional methods I usual ignore, I am saying yes to.
With that said, I met Mr. Cat Caller on Tuesday after attending my final social media event in the Back Bay. I was on the phone with Ms. Purple, when I heard “Hey, hey you. My friend likes you.” Mr. Cat Caller did not even originally call me out, his friend did. (At this point I really should have kept walking, but a couple of drinks and a good night of meeting new people had me in an over-friendly mood.) My response was simple “He is going to have to work harder than that. You gotta be aggressive to get me.” He immediately gets up and comes to talk to me. We talked for a couple of minutes and I gave him my number and email. Ms. Purple (who has known me for over 10 years) asked do you normally give your number out in the streets like that? She knows this, and the answer is, no. Italy taught me to smile and walk away, but if they are too aggressive then say “va funculo.”
Date with Mr. Cat Caller
Jul 8th
Now that I started a blog, I feel like I am going through the process of The Year of Yes. The list of needs has changed into the list of, “it would be nice if he has”. I am throwing away the childhood concept of a knight in shining armor or even a really rich lawyer, and giving everyone a try. That means even unconventional methods I usual ignore, I am saying yes to.
With that said, I met Mr. Cat Caller on Tuesday after attending my final event in the Back Bay area. I was on the phone with Ms. Purple, when I heard “Hey, hey you. My friend likes you.” Mr. Cat Caller did not even originally call me out, his friend did. My response simply was “He is going to have to work harder than that. You gotta be aggressive to get me.” He immediately gets up and comes to talk to me. We talked for a couple of minutes and I gave him my number. Ms. Purple (who has known me for over 10 years) asked do you normally give your number out in the streets like that? She knows this, and the answer is no. Italy taught me to smile and walk away, but if they are too aggressive then say “va funculo.”
About an hour later he called and asked me for drinks but I was already in my pjs getting ready for Leno. I did learn he was raised in North Africa, educated in Italy (bonus), and majored in a science that I tend to go out with a lot, and spoke four languages (father material). We agreed to go out the next night after class, but the next night he was stuck at work and called to apologize about canceling the date. I told him we just met yesterday I am not going anywhere, why don’t we do lunch. 36 hours later I was sitting at The Pour House waiting for my date.
The good news: he was cuter than my two drinks and heat exhausted eyes remember. I mean like really cute, and with a great smile. Foreign and tall. The type that always looks good in button down shirt and trendy jeans. The kind of cute that makes you contemplate a salad instead of a burger. ( It was only a contemplation.) The date went well because he asked me questions, and vis a versa (like a real conversation Mr. Match Liar). I even dropped some of my Lebron James knowledge (I don’t think he was impressed.). He also has that cute silent type going for him. He isn’t a loud speaker and concise with his answers. I learned more about him, but he remains a mystery. He didn’t try to touch me or girlfriend me up in two minutes. Also, he picked up the tab.
Welcome to Dating and Dior
Jun 28th
Welcome to my new dating blog. I decided to move the dating info from glamourgirlnow.com, because I chose for the other site for more professional while the dating experience is very personal.
Who am I?
31 year old grad student, female, and African-American
Where am I meeting the boys?
Out and about, and I recently signed up for Match.com after Ms. Green’s success.
What am I looking for?
Honestly, I am looking for great dates. I use to think I wanted to be engaged by 32, and it would be great if it happened, but I am ok with just dating and seeing who is out there.
Why blog about it?
Because some of these dates are just crazy, insane, and weird. Hopefully, most will be wicked fun.
What about the dating warriors?
Some of the girls are still dating and some are in relationships. We all talk on a regular basis, and no no one is married or engaged or has kids, yet.
Who is Dior?
Christina Dior is an infamous high fashion designer from the 1940s and 50s and he created many
iconic pieces from that time period. Christian Dior is my fashion husband. Dior represents my love of fashion, and my belief that clothes are a true expression of who you are, and your chance to paint a wonderful picture. Dior is the fashion segment of dating and my suggestions in putting your best foot forward.
Date with Mr. PDA
Jun 28th
The bartender and I met the old fashion way, via a Starbucks line. He spoke and I heard that lovely Irish accent, and immediately asked where he was from. He happily told me Ireland and asked me to sit with him. We talked for about thirty minutes before he asked if I had been to Harvard Square. I advised him “Not yet” and we made plans that Monday to meet for some drinks.
The guy was truly outside my box of guys I normally date. He was only 5’8 and super slim, and already bald at age 32. He did have gorgeous long blond eyelashes though, and a very deep thinking look about him.
Monday after class I headed towards Harvard Square. He text me and let me know he was running late. I was starving at this point and ordered a pizza and beer without him. He finally arrived and ordered is drink. Within 15 minutes of us talking he immediately reached for my hand, and started rubbing it.
Ok I am seriously not that chick. I don’t do PDA. In my longest relationship I never did PDA. We made out once in a club and I saw the photos and knew never to do it again. I don’t mind little things of affection or a peck here and there, but full out hand holding and thigh rubbing in public is not me. Rubbing my back actually makes me more stiff. I suck I know, but I just don’t like it.
After I told him this, his response is that he is a huge PDA guy and nothing wrong with hand holding. We left dinner and he immediately grabbed my hand. Oh no. I snapped it back. He took notice. He took me to another trademark bar in Harvard Square, and this time moved from trying to hold my hand to rubbing my back. I think he was determined to win the PDA war. I don’t know if it was the kamikaze shot, the thick accent, or the exhaustion from school, but I stopped fighting it, in the bar. He also brought on the charm. You are very beautiful, I don’t understand why you don’t have a boyfriend, yadda yadda yadda.



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I knew it was going to happen eventually. The one guy who lies throughout his profile. You know, starting with the height, then the age, then the pictures from 20 years ago. You have a suspicion things are not matching up, but you figure because it is your first date from match.com, perche non. Lesson learned. You need to stay away from the ones who are lying off the bat. By the time the date ended I felt like I just went through the rabbit hole to dating hell.