Princess MoMo

On April 21, 2011,  I went out with a specimen that I met circa 2005 on a dating site.  (I began experimenting online dating during the dial up days.)  Contact was reestablished with said specimen through facebook.  Recently, I decided to shut down one of my facebook profiles in favor of a new one.  He messaged me on the new profile.  The correspondence follows:

Guy: two facebooks?

Princess: I intend to deactivate the other one.

Guy: How are you? You crazy Middle Eastern Princess :)

Princess: I’m doing well, thanks. How are you?

Guy: I’m good..where do you live now? How do you like being a lawyer? I am still suprised you and I never hit it off..I always thought we would make a deadly combo

[boring messages]

Guy: We should grab drinks one day after work.

[More boring messages….we agree to meet two days later]

Date Recapitulation:

As I approached the destination, I dial pad-ded the specimen’s device.  I told him that I remembered that we “met” in a cyber fashion.  But I confessed that I did not recollect an in person encounter, if there was one.  He told me that roughly six years ago, he came to my sorority house and that the first thing I said to him was, “Why are you wearing that shirt? It looks stupid on you.”  He later confessed that he never wore that shirt again.   So it begins.

This specimen’s choice of venue was commendable.  The date took place at a brewery/restaurant.  We opted for the beer tasting.  See picture below.

Conversation was average.  However, he did preface a lot of his statements with, “Don’t post this on your blog.”  At one point,  he looked up at me and said, “This is a lot more disappointing than I thought it would be.”  I thought to myself, “Dost my ears deceive me?”  I asked him, “How so?”  And he replied, “Who puts greens on grilled cheese?”  Indeed, who puts greens on grilled cheese?

The next noteworthy statement disseminated from his oral kingdom was, “I wanted to go out with you to see if you were crazy, but you’re not.”  Ummmmm okay…Compliment?

While we consumed our food and beers, he asked me if I wanted to hang out again the next day, but I cordially declined the offer because his living situation is not conductive to my partying style.   I informed him that I would have to grade him on the blog entry summarizing the date.  He said, “Well then I want to grade you too.”  I invited him to do so.  I told him that he was welcomed to draft up his rendition of the date and submit it to me by 10 p.m. that night for concomitant posting with my version.   He said that was too much effort.

He walked me to my car.

The following day, he texted me asking if I had posted the blog entry about the date.  I admitted that I had not because despite having written the entry, I was not satisfied with it and therefore did not publish it.  In fact, I was really disappointed that my specimen dissection wasn’t highly amusing.  But you know what, not every post is going to be platinum.

Grade: B-