So on rare occasions I get the brilliant idea that online dating is worth a shot. I'm in the Psych program at school, 90% of which is female, and since I work and am in school almost all the time I tend to only rarely run into single guys my age.
So this guy invited me to his company's yearly party Sat. - he actually works for this huge online retailer, so lots of techy people and what not, good drinks, whatever. He asks out me all the time, I don't have any idea why b/c I don't particularly care for him (we'd gone out twice before), he doesn't ever talk about himself, we don't have anything in common - I finally just gave in this time and went. Well, we meet up and he tends to go between super nice (pulling out my chair, etc.) and just stupid and rude (walking way faster than I could in heels, I was talking about something and he just says "whatever")!! I would have left but our coats were on the same claim ticket and I didn't want to explain myself to him.
So we go to a party afterwards at his friend's house in this great condo in Belltown, more booze, actually kind of cool people - a guy from Russia, one from India, a Canadian guy, couple of Americans. Very interesting people. But the guy I'm with is so drunk and he keeps saying "I'll be sober in a half-hour" as he takes another swig of beer. His friend's like "that's not water you're drinking there dude." So at 3:30 I need to go but no way in hell am I getting in a car with this drunk idiot; I go to call a cab but one of his friends offers to drive me home.
On the way home, his friend asked me about the guy I was with - "have you met his wife?"
Okay, so story #2: call this company about some computer stuff, guy chats w/me over the phone and later sends me an email of a more personal nature. Very neat guy, has this incredible feminist mom who's a big author, etc. Has his own house/lake/etc. in Northern California. We have these long great conversations. He wants to come up and visit.
So I start reading about this place he lives in the middle of nowhere - it's called Fellowship of Friends, or Apollo, in some town called Oregon House. He lives in a freaking religious commune!! Being as I've already been the crazy cult route, added to the well-deserved advice of some dear friends(!), that is thankfully done.
So I think dating is pretty close to hell. The advantage is you die someday, and then you're just asleep and so out of your misery!! :-)
Okay, I would be more positive but it's almost midnight. Anyone have similarly lovely stories to share? You'll cheer me up!