What To Do When Your Online Dating Profile Meets Real Life? No, Seriously, What Do You Do?

I have noticed recently that there are more men who, when I am in public places, appear to recognize me.  Since I have gotten into the online dating again, and live in a city that is fairly large but small at the same time, I often wonder if I would ever get recognized.  The thought made me nervous. There are men (and woman) who have been on my particular dating site for years, so chances are that they tend to pay attention to "new comers" when they pop up out of the boiling beast that is online dating sites.

The more time I spend on dating sites (not procuring many dates from it) the more I realize not only how much better it is meeting people in real life but how it also doesn't matter how and where you meet people.  Last week while "trolling the line" on 'the dating site' I was caught by a familiar name and picture.  Turns out Icelandic Giant, while we meet initially in person, is also on the dating site I use. I laughed hard when I came across it and sent him a message, and later on the phone asked him about it.

Friday night I was finally on my first date with the Icelandic Giant. We ended up at a local restaurant/bar where a mutual friend sings. After the evening wrapped up, a large group of those present to listen to her sing headed back to her place to tip a few more back.

It wasn't very long after we arrived at her house before I was introduced to a few new people.  One introduction in particular stood out, and rightly it should; there was a brief moment after I met him before I told him he looked familiar. He grinned, leaned in and whispered "I've seen you on 'online dating site" and with a pause told me "When I saw you at the bar I thought 'that's her!'". Oh good, my first time being recognized.

Apparently he had messaged me on the site, but I had not responded (I very rarely do). With this information I got a little embarrassed, but then realized I shouldn't really be because, after all, he was on the site too and I shouldn't be embarrassed that I didn't respond to him.  We had a brief conversation and when someone commented on my open bottle of wine on the coffee table, I picked it up and took a slug, holding up the bottle I grinned and said "classy, right?" laughed and walked away. No sense in pretending I'm someone I'm not.

The rest of the evening I was a little unsettled knowing that he was paying attention to me, sizing me up.  It was clear that despite the fact that I may have been on a date with someone, he was still interested in me.  When I departed for the evening I said all my goodbye and when I went in for a hug (I hug everyone) he asked if the man I was with was my boyfriend and if he could send me a message later.  I told him he wasn't and he could.

I don't know if that was an appropriate thing to do. Maybe since I was on a date (that was going well) that it wasn't the right thing to do.  I don't know. I've never been in that situation, or known anyone who has been, so the particulars are fuzzy for me.

What is the process one should follow, when your online dating life crashes into your real life?  Probably make sure that your online dating life isn't that much different than your real life to start with.

Yeah, that was kind of a random.

Blogging will resume soon.  In the meantime, Remember.

My ass is not for the petting...not without a free drink at least.

Saturday night Ninja Princess and I went out dancing at a local bar in The Exchange.  Four and a half hours of bumping and grinding against strangers can be a fun time - while I mostly bumped and grinded with Ninja Princess - she's just that fun with a few drinks in her;). One thing I don't get in bars (bare with me, I'm fairly new to the "club scene") is how some social lines can be so easily crossed.


A shout out to men: 


My ass (and I imagine other womens' asses) is not an animal.  If I gave you a look it wasn't a free pass to grab my ass like a 5 year old grabs a bunny at the local petting zoo.  

I appreciate that you like what you see, and feel you have to grab at it like a toddler, but maybe before you grab a womans ass you should buy her a drink.

Then again, I attacked a mans wicked 'fro like it was cotton candy and I was a starving child at the fair.  For that, I apologize to the man who I walked up behind and plunged my fingers into the soft fluffy cloud of fantasticness his well coiffed do.  I know it was a brazen move, but I'm a brazen gal...especially after a few gin and waters. Guess I should have bought him a drink:)

Yeah, his hair looked JUST LIKE THAT.
Now tell me you don't want to shove your fingers in it.

A Friday filled with men?

As I've mentioned before, they all can't be posts about men and dateing.  Why?  Because it's not what I primarily do.  Yes, at least twice a week I have a male-enhanced encounter and I blog about it, because as I've been told, it's way more interesting; but what about the other 5 nights of the week?  What does a single girl do on a night by herself.  Well, this single girl anyway.  I can't speak for the rest.

Feeling a cold coming on this past week, I opted for staying in on a Friday night, to maxamize my energy for Saturday night.

A Saturday night I have now named "Saturday one-hour party power-up night".  Yeah, just because it's daylight savings and we gain an extra hour to do with what we want.  Most will sleep with their extra hour.  I will, with any luck, be doing silly things, in silly situations, with my favourite silly gals, Ninja Princess and Crazy J.

This Friday night off I chose to spend some time with some men who had no choice but to spend time with me. Yup.  Fantastic "fictional" television men.

Let's just start off by saying how happy this man, and this commercial I happened upon last night, makes me:



I think I'm growing a penchant for extreemly tall red headed men, lucky for Icelandic Giant that Conan cleared the path with me for funny red heads, not generally my taste in the past.

I also spent some time with these men, not together of course, those days are past. But here they are together in a clip...



...fulfilling my need for a) short humorous Jewish men and b) humorous egotistical jack-holes.

Speaking of humourous egotistical jack-holes, I also spent a considerable amount of time with this jack-hole...



...Tosh.0...if you haven't heard of him, or seen him, your missing out on comedy based on racism, fat jokes, puke clips and many other politically and morally incorrect content.

While I was watching Tosh last night I couldn't figure out if he is playing a character or if he is indeed this much of a douche bag in real life and therefore if I like him or not.

He smiles at his own inappropriate jokes, makes fun of the elderly, the infirm, the weight-challanged; but he amuses me.  I find myself attracted to him in a way that would provide the puke-filled content his general fans are so fond of demanding from him. I'm hard pressed to figure out what exactly it is that I find both appealing and repelling about this man. Okay, so I know why I find him repelling...it's the former I am really confused about.

Want another clip of him?  Check out his "I Hate" video on my archived blog entry from June 2010: Exploded Brain Matter and A Friday

Exciting Friday night, right?

If that was boring to you, then my reading of most of Nick Hornbys Housekeeping vs. Dirt and my new found fondness for his writing style will surely put you to sleep.

But, while I "went to bed" with these men, I woke up with a spectaular woman:



Not normally wearing cat ears, and mostly stationed behind a news anchor desk bringing you the news in a balls-out fashion on late night MSNBC, she is fabulous in her own right.  Snarky, smart, informed, and beautiful.

There you have it, maybe not a typical single girl night in, but pretty much my typical night in.

Yeah.  You wish you were me.

A night of restoring the faith...

Wednesday night Ninja Princess canceled our plans for the evening, leaving with a wide open schedule for the evening. That night I managed to fall into a house party, a Wednesday night house party.  Keeping in mind that I had to be up at 5:30am, I almost canceled several times before my ride arrived at 8:30pm.  There was one thing that kept me from throwing on my pajamas and snuggling into the sofa for a little quality time to myself. One very large thing. 


About three and a half weeks ago I met a man in a bar.  This man is a friend of a friend: extremely tall, entertaining, sweet with reddish blond hair and 100% Icelandic. Did I mention tall? Oh, yeah, I did...
He was still taller than me in my black kitten-heels the night I met him for the first time!  He bought me a drink that night, we went outside for fresh air several ties so we could hear each other talk (and make out a little).


At the end of the night, while we waited for my cab, I gave him my number and while we locked lips and talked about fishing (yes, fishing, I love fishing) in the chilly air he told me he wanted to see me again.  He called me a couple of times that week and we had several long conversations about books, television, Aboriginal rights, family...long conversations short, he turned out to be more intelligent than I had initially imagined, funny and extremely easy to talk to!


We made plans for getting together on that Friday night, but then his work scheduled changed and he couldn't make it into town to take me out (he lives about an hour or more north of the city). We rescheduled for a bite to eat on Sunday instead.  


Needless to say that never happened.  I didn't even get a call, and when I called him I was told his was sleeping every time (he had been working graveyard shifts, so it wasn't hard to believe).


To be honest I was a little pissed that I didn't get a phone call, not because I like him so much, but more so because I was left hanging for the evening, something I don't appreciate (and has happened to me a lot lately).  I sent him a message via FB saying that "maybe we shouldn't try to make dates. You don't seem like you have time for those types of things" and also letting him know that "a girl, especially this one, doesn't like to be left hanging."


Now, back to this past Wednesday while I was being encouraged to join this impromptu house party, I happened to notice on a mutual friends Facebook wall that he was also going to be there.  I figured "why not", I wanted to see him again and I know some of our mutual friends have been trying to encourage our coupling. I also figured that the reason I was invited to this event was due to the match making attempts of the people involved in our introduction.


That night I was greeted with even more surprises from the Icelandic Giant (yeah, that'll be his name...he doesn't have a steady enough profession to use my normal labeling method). 


It started out normal enough, exchanging glances and smiles across the table, laughing with friends and taking peeks out of the corner of our eyes at each other.  


The guys decided to play poker and when he split the pot at the end of the game, knowing that I had to cab it home, he gave me his winnings because he wasn't going to be able to drive me home.  I teased him about his lack of luck regarding that, making him pull the silly hat he was briefly sporting over his eyes in embarassment.


Later in the kitchen he grabbed me and we slow danced to a song that I no longer remember the name of. I do remember how romantic the gesture was, even in a smoky house filled with people, and how well we could dance together, as he twirled me and brought me back against him. 

He spent the evening apologizing for messing up our dates, told me how he had told his friend how he had f'd up the entire thing and hoped that I would give him another chance. I responded by looking him in the eyes, smiling and with all seriousness in my tone said: "You know how it's the third time and you're out....with me you get two times" and I held up two fingers.  He laughed but realized I was not kidding. 


As he walked me out the door to wait for my cab he complimented my sense of style and I thought to myself how perfect he had played the evening.  While we waited he pressed me up against the picket fence between the yards and we exchanged some heavy lip lock. He reached for second base and then quickly pulled back saying he didn't want to skip a step.  Restraint.  I find it both arousing and frustrating. 


It was a fun evening, and even though I got all of four and a half hours of sleep before I had to drag myself out of bed and onto my bike, it was totally worth the restoration of faith in the men of Manitoba. Just in time.