Updates and Apologies

Hi Nerdlets! I am soo sorry I haven’t been on here for a while, but I’ve been out, you know, living my life.  Mostly the holidays kicked my ass, but then I started actually going out with people and it took up most of my time.  Again, I’m sorry to have abandoned all my nerdlets, but I’m sure you muddled through well enough without me. 🙂

So, the last time I was on here, I told you all about how I broke my own rule and gave out my REAL number when I was, well, we’ll just say not sober. It was justified at the time–dude pushed me into a window and kissed my brains out. I was hoping the kissing would get better with less alcohol. I was wrong, but we’ll get to that.

The date that came from this drunken night, my nerdlets, is what I will tell you about today.

I really, really, really shouldn’t have broken this rule. There’s a reason I made not giving my number out drunk a rule in the first place. I wasn’t thinking with my brain, I was thinking with beer! Here’s why:

I was so excited to go on this date. I love dating–it’s so fun to meet new people, and we all can use a little bit of work on our people skills and dating skills.  I had an outfit chosen for by a friend that highlighted curves and legs, but revealed little, and I strolled into the restaurant and had no idea who I was looking for. None. I had forgotten what the man looked like because of the, well, beer-goggles.  I found him sitting at the bar, after calling him like a total and unbelievable ass, and we moved to a table and started conversation.  It was nice to talk about who we are, where we come from, all that happy nonsense. But, I didn’t feel any kind of connection, mostly because he didn’t TALK! I had to ask him questions about his interests and all of that and prompt him to ask me questions.  That is definitely NOT what going on a date should be.  It should, again, be give and take, and a good date should have a conversation that doesn’t lag, or if it does, it’s easily filled with something else to talk about! I knew it wasn’t going well when I ordered a salad. It’s the go-to let’s-make-this-quick-so-I-can-get-home-to-my-yoga-pants meal. During the meal, I learned that he and I were totally incompatible, due to some legal issues and lack of education stuff, but I waited it out, gave the guy a chance.

In this guy’s defense, he did everything right.  He paid, even after I offered to go Dutch, he listened well, we walked around to some stores afterwards and he did date-like things (modeled a scarf on me, etc.), but I just felt nothing and like I was doing all the work.  By the end of the night, he would say things like “I don’t really like thinking about things like that” (meaning politics) and I got the ever so awesome, “Can you give me a ride home?” because of his past legal issues. Oy, it was an exhausting night for me, but I got a free meal and dating practice, right?

It was just a dud date, and I wanted to get him home and get myself home to yoga-pants-bliss, so I gave him a ride home.  When we were outside his place, even after the awkward night with stunted conversation, he leaned in for a kiss goodnight.  He gets points for not hesitating on the lean-in, but he loses all points (and I might have lost some IQ points) for the horrible kiss I was forced to partake in. Seriously, he might be the worst kiss I’ve ever had.  I mean, I should have expected this; it wasn’t that great outside the bar, but I have learned, friends, that not everything changes with less alcohol. Okay, here’s why the kiss was so awful.  There are rules for first kisses, which I’ve talked about before.  First kisses should be soft and lovely, not shove your tongue down the other person’s throat (literally) and DEFINITELY NOT A LIP-NIBBLE.  Definitely. Not. Lip nibbles should be saved for sex, or preludes to sex, (which this definitely wasn’t), and you can spread shit with lip nibbles. STIs, I mean. It was very uncomfortable, so uncomfortable in fact that I laughed. Really. In his face. I might be a horrible person, but I have a feeling if you had been there, you would have laughed too.

Alas, I am still single and definitely not dating this guy.  We parted ways, texted a couple times after this, and, awesomely, ran into each other on the bus and had an awkward conversation where I called every number in my phone until someone picked up so as to avoid continuing the conversation.  Oh well, can’t blame us crazy kids for trying. But oh my DAMN, this was a dud date.

So, tips to come from this delightful interlude.

1. Talk to your date, even if you aren’t feeling anything.  Who knows? Maybe you’ll feel something with a more animated conversation.

2. Do what feels right.  You don’t have to pay if you don’t want to or can’t afford it.  If your date offers to pay for half, they mean it (and if they don’t, they are shallow and don’t deserve you).

3. Do not, under any circumstances, shove your tongue down your date’s throat on a first kiss (even if have you drunkenly kissed them before) and NEVER lip nibble.  First kisses should be soft and new.  If they go to a passionate place, it should be eased into, not forced on someone.

4. Keep on dating, nerdlets. We learn something every time.  😉

I won’t stay away for so long again. Cross my heart. x

I Broke My Own Rule: A (potentially) Romantic Monday Post

So, Nerdlets, I now have proof that sometimes, all dating advice has to be thrown out the window and a person has to follow their gut.  I broke my own rule.  And here’s the story.

I was at the club recently, and I was dancing all night, so by bar-close, I was a sweaty, disgusting mess (literally.  There was a tiny little tyrant on the dance floor who kept looking at me and saying “work it!” and I didn’t know what “it” was, but I sure as hell tried!).  I did what any rational girl used to colder weather would do, I walked outside without my coat and immediately took off my heeled boots and socks.  Now, it was somewhere around 30 degrees or so, but I felt perfectly fine, and as I was walking with my friend to my car (I had not been drinking, really, and was nowhere near drunk) I got stopped by a guy.  He was not my usual type, I tend to go for tall and skinny, but he was persistent, and we fell into conversation.  Now he had had more than a few, but I sincerely enjoy screwing with drunk people, so I started questioning him on everything from his views on life to his heritage. I’m an extremely fast talker and I’m pretty witty and smart (if I do say so myself) and this guy’s drunkenness couldn’t keep up with me (so says my friend and I), but despite his inebriation and my mind-fucking, he was gentlemanly.  He slipped my coat on my shoulders when I started to shiver without realizing it, and he told his friend to treat me like a lady when his friend was teasing me (little does this guy know that I’m a lot of things, but I’m definitely not a lady 🙂 )  Now, this man would not let me walk away, and I was about to give him a fake number, when he grabbed me, lightly pushed me into a window of the club, and kissed me.  That changed my tune. Apparently all I need is the thrill that comes with a little bit of force, and I’m a goner (Now, not all women are like this, and if I had said no and this guy had persisted, I would have given my friend the signal to get me out of there, screamed loud enough to draw a crowd, or clocked him and walked away.  Remember, a tiny amount of force only works on those who actually want it. If your partner doesn’t want it, respect that and move on).  So I gave this guy my real number and we are going out this week.

He seemed very nice when we were talking and he was sober, so I guess we’ll see what comes of me breaking my own rules. I figure there are enough outs to get this guy off my back if he turns out to be a creeper (remember, numbers can be blocked, last names shouldn’t be given out right away, and always take the long way home in case you are followed by the creeper, and creepers can be any gender).  And hey, it’s a date, not a marriage.  It was an interesting night, though, so hopefully another interesting night is in my future! Wish me luck!

A Sober First Kiss

Ahh, the first kiss.  It’s so important, it’s the kiss to remember if you and the person you’re dating stay together. A sober first kiss requires a lot of confidence. Look your date in the eyes, touch them lightly on the hand, the shoulder, the waist, lean in and do it. You can’t hesitate, or if you do or are nervous, tell your date. It’s endearing. Everyone has really good first kiss stories (share yours in the comments!), but I have a secret to tell you, Nerdlets.  The first kiss isn’t always amazing.  Sometimes, the first kiss is just plain awkward.  Think about it, you don’t really know your date and you’re touching lips with the person.  Weird.  But, I have some tips to make it less awkward, in case you are a little nervous about diving into this experience.

Now, make it memorable.  That doesn’t mean you have to take your date somewhere special, (though you can), but you need to do something to make it stand out.  That could be looking into his/her eyes, tucking her hair behind her ear, bringing your hand up to his face, or twining your fingers together, but something should stand out and make it worth thinking about later.  The best first kisses show a little tenderness, from both parties.

And here is something very, very important.  You might not agree, but I feel obligated to mention this.  Don’t. Use. Tongue. I really really advise against it, and for a few very good reasons.  1) Using tongue while kissing requires a certain finesse, a certain familiarity between the two people kissing.  It’s more intimate that a tongue-less kiss, and first kisses are a sort of opening round for a longer show to come (hopefully).  2) Using tongue between two people who don’t know each other well can lead to a messy, wet battleground, and when I said to make it memorable, I meant in a good way, not in a wet way.  3) If you use tongue, tease with it, don’t shove with it. For. Realz. You gotta leave some reason for your date to come back for more.

Now this might be a few too many details for some of you, but you all have been on the receiving end of a sloppy, sloppy first kiss.  Think classy, not sloppy. Think sweet, not wet.

Now I have a song that reminds me of a first kiss, or the way a first kiss should make a person feel.  Even if you don’t like the song, or would never listen to it on a regular day, listen to the happiness in the piano, the playful alliterative nature of the lyrics, and to what the lyrics say.  This is exactly how a first kiss should sound in your head (and the cartoons in it are completely adorable):

What do you think?  Any other first kiss tips or first kiss stories to share?

Oh Sh–! A SOBER First Date?

So my Nerdlets, we have talked about ways to approach a person you are interested in and how to make first contact with the person, now comes the dreaded inevitability of all of these successful endeavors–the first date.  First dates are so nerve-wracking, right?  Figuring out what to do, where to do it, what to wear, what to smell like (yes, this is very important) is exhausting and stressful.  I have some hints that will help you have a great first date, because every first date needs 3 things, in my humble opinion: conversation, fun, and romance.

This might seem like a lot of work, but it’s really not.  The most important part of the date is the conversation.  How are you going to know if you want to go on a second date or pursue a relationship if all you do on a first date is sit awkwardly next to each other at a movie or lecture, not knowing if you should speak or touch, you watch and/or listen, and then leave afterwards?  You can’t.

Now I am not anti-lecture or movie going.  Having an activity like that on a date is a good way to break the ice when moving into the conversation portion of the date, but you want to have some time for some good one-on-one time either before or after it.  A good way to find good conversation is over food, coffee, or walking.  These activities all give you and your date the opportunity to fiddle with something or look at something during the conversation without seeming as if you aren’t listening. It’s good atmosphere, too. Keep the conversation light–no heavy topics, no mind-blowing revelations, just small-talk with a more personal touch. This is my problem.  I’m a really open, straightforward person, and I tend to tell too much, too fast.  Alas, I’m working on it. 🙂

Fun can be had in so many ways; it’s hard to help you with any suggestions, especially considering that everyone’s idea of fun is different.  It’s important to know, though, that fun does not mean “laugh until you cry” (but it could) or to go to some raucous event (though, you could do that, too).  Just, think of something original and do that.  Go to a funny play or go on a picnic or go play on a swingset or go ice skating or go to a lecture (if that’s your poison) or go smell some old books at the library (if that’s your poison), but do something fun.  Mostly, do something to take your mind off the fact that you’re on a first date.  It’ll help get rid of the jitters.

Now the romance can be hard, but if you balance it with the fun you can do wonders.  The romance on a first date should be small, so you don’t look like a creepy stalker, and just sweet enough that your date thinks about it when he/she has gone home and hopes to experience it again.  Little things work the best:  touch your date gently on the hand or arm, a small compliment (example: You look great), smile thoughtfully, not creepily, look into his/her eyes, (when dating a woman) tuck her hair behind her ear, and really listen.  All of these are small, tiny things that can bring out the romance in any occasion.

Oh, and remember, sober doesn’t have to mean sober.  Just say no to the beer-goggles, and you will be fine!

I think my most memorable first date happened a few years ago.  I’m a theatre girl and met a man through a mutual friend, and he took me to a show, and then we went to a 24-hour restaurant and had breakfast at 11 o’clock at night and talked.  It wasn’t grand, but it was exactly right for our personalities, and we had our first kiss in the parking lot.  Simple, romantic, and pretty much perfect.  The relationship, however, went to hell in a hand-basket, but at least I have the memory of a great first date.

What was your most memorable first date?  Any advice to add?