The Twilight Zone
And so the saga of our Teeny Tiny Superguy (AKA Asian Grocery Guy) continues. I figured we were done due to the odd departure tactics and strange anti-date ambivalence. One of my friends asked me if I was bothered by that fact. I really had to think about that, but no…. I’m not. I really have no strong feelings about the entire experience one way or the other. I got to go to the movies and out to dinner, so it wasn’t all bad. I don’t have a burning need to repeat the experience but neither was I repulsed by it. I am truly ambivalent about the entire thing.
Which, of course, means he emailed today. His communication is just as ambivalent as I am feeling though. He wrote to tell me something about the movie and ask me a question about it. Then wished me a happy weekend and didn’t even sign off. (He ends emails much like he ends social interactions, it seems.) Unsure of what to do, I answered his question without a greeting or signoff (to match him) and sent it off. More effort seems entirely unnecessary. But less seems rude.
We have clearly entered the (ambivalent) Twight Zone!
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Every experienced online dater and One Date Wonder should have come to terms with one universal truth. Never get excited about a first date. Do not build expectations in either a positive or negative direction. A true One Date Wonder remains comfortably numb about each and every initial encounter to avoid any dashing of hopes and dreams, and ensure only pleasantly positive surprises. Lucky for me, I have learned my lessons well.
The next truth about an experienced One Date Wonder is that we begin to develop an almost uncanny feeling for what might go wrong. For example, mere hours before meeting my Asian Grocery Guy last night I said to a friend of mine “He didn’t tell me how tall he is. I bet he’s a midget.” Dear readers, would this be written if he were a tall gentlemen? No, of course not. He was wee.
Now admittedly, I have a thing for the tall men. But at 5′4″, it is not difficult for a man to be taller than me. I prefer the difference to be significant, but I am a girly girl like that. Pretty much taller than me at all will do. I’m not overly fond of heels anyway. This man might have been an inch taller than me. But he might have been an inch shorter. He was so busy doing the short man swagger through the mall that I really couldn’t tell. It was that distracting. Dude had something to prove and he was trying to prove it by making his coat tails flap about in his wake. Perhaps this was meant to make him seem of greater stature. Perhaps he just likes flapping coat tails. Who knows? The overall result was like some sort of demented tiny super hero. The “Teeny Tiny Superguy” theme was stuck in my head all night.
The truth is, I am somewhat reformed. I was going to overlook the short thing. Even though it caused me a bit of alarm, I was going to try to do it. But there was another problem all together. I’m not sure if it was a date, or I was his platonic movie buddy. He responded to an ad looking for a relationship. I was clear about that. And I did make him ask me out, pick a night, and choose the activity. I helped with meeting place and time, and picked one of his movie choices. All very date-like so far.
But in execution, it became befuddling. We went out to dinner and a movie. At dinner, we chatted and laughed and ate. And then the check came. I went for my purse while he went for his wallet. He did not stop me. We went dutch. That would be the first point of ambivalence. We also bought our own movie tickets. At least by then, I was ready for it. Fast forward to the movie. He chose not to lower the arm rest between us so there was no real divider there. But he also didn’t really lean or touch at all during the movie. Once or twice he grazed me as he gestured, but there was no meaningful contact. Still, the parting is the real indicator, right?
Right. So we left the theater and his swagger accelerated to unholy proportions. He practically raced out of the shopping mall. When we got to the parking lot, I waved my arm to the right and told him I was over there. He waved to the left and said he was over there. He never even stopped his mad swaggering or slowed for a second. Just called over his shoulder that he’d email me and bye! I got to my car completely perplexed. In fact, I still am.
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Yes folks, it’s time for more adventures in CraigsList dating. Today we will be discussing the man who probably wrote the single best email I have ever received based on an online personal. It was well written with punctuation and capital letters which almost immediately makes it better than 75% of the drivel I get. But it also made me laugh. Out loud. And the fastest way to my heart is through my funny bone. I answered immediately, and so it began.
After a day or two of emailing, this guy went for the gold and asked me out. And forever earned his nickname (Asian Grocery Guy, that is) by inviting me to the asian grocery store on a Tuesday with the intent to carry mangoes. It is by far the most memorable proposition I’ve ever received. Unfortunately, due to the fact I was working and had a limited window to play with, we didn’t make it. We did have a very nice phone conversation though. But after that Asian Grocery Guy started to fade. We had one other failed attempt to hook up and all communication stopped. It was sad.
Usually, after two failed hookups and a communication stoppage, I would walk off. But there was the matter of the highly intelligent and amusing emails and the most inventive date ever. So I broke my rule, but did it with panache! I just sent a quick checkup type message that would easily allow him to bow out if he was trying to without having to go out of his way to save face. I may have also mentioned that hopefully the sudden silence was not brought on by my refusal to haul mangoes. Well, he wrote back. There was some fruity banter, and then very quickly he suggested a date. And he called me to confirm last night. (A very nice touch.) So tonight, the Asian grocery Guy and I are doing the dinner and a movie thing.
There is one more thing you need to know about this particular man. He is a massage therapist. I implore you not to let me become that episode of Seinfeld and drive him away. Seriously. Talk me off the ledge folks. (An intelligent, funny, massage therapist. Please let him not be a troll in person!)
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