- I'm not dead, so that's good. To some
- He was very nice and quite attractive.
- He bought me coffee.
- He owns a condo in downtown Toronto so that leads me to believe he's pretty well off. That, and the fact that he told me a number of times.
- The building he lives in is a freaking palace. It's so nice! It looks like a hotel, with a waterfall in the lobby, a huge two floor gym with a BASKETBALL COURT, and a rooftop terrace with a whirl pool. Ha. First I wrote whirl poop. That's funny. I'm a seven year old boy.
- His actual condo is very small though. Smaller than my place even. So, basically, I win that round buddy.
- He's smart and interesting and somewhat funny so it was pretty easy to carry on a conversation.
- He seemed to be interested in what I had to say so that's good.
That's about it really. He seems very good on paper no? I just didn't feel that initial connection and I HAVE felt that with other guys so I know it's a real thing and not just a romantic fantasy I dreamed up like I tend to do. Is it DREAMED or DREAMT? I always thought it was I DREAMT but I think it might be I DREAMED and I HAVE DREAMT like, in the present perfect.
Anyways.
I'm pretty sure he didn't feel a connection either which is actually sort of relieving. This whole thing still feels really unnatural to me. Meeting up when both of you know that you're only meeting up for one reason, and that reason is to see if you are the other person's "match", is something that I'm not sure I'll ever be completely comfortable with. But I'm not going to throw in the towel quite yet.
I guess I'm still a bit old fashioned or maybe even a bit naive when it comes to my idea of meeting someone who I want to date. In my mind, we would start out as friends and there would be this connection. Not necessarily a romantic connection, but a connection none the less. And that connection would grow into something that both of us know is there but no one wants to say anything for fear of ruining the friendship but then one of us does say something, probably me, and BAM! it happens and we're together and it's awesome.
That could happen right?
Sigh.
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I'm sorry, I had trouble reading a word you wrote after "whirl-poop" because I wasn't prepared for the rush of giggle that flew through my brain and I think I might have had a slight stroke.
It appears that I am also seven.
Seriously, though, Whirl-Poop Condos sounds like a bitchin place to live.
And I don't think it's so far-fetched to want to be friends with someone first. How do you know if you want to get in a relationship with someone if you're not sure that you can be friends as well?
That's right- I said bitchin.
It's good you tried. I'm sorry it wasn't great.
I once texted Ky that some guy offered to sell me his 11-year-old son, except my T9 on my phone automatically filled in "poo" for "son" so it looked like he had offered to sell me his 11-year-old poo.
I took him up on neither offer.
INB: I think "Whirl-poop condos" was actually the name. That should have warned me I guess. Also, everyone I tell about the condo says YOU WENT UP TO HIS CONDO?!! So apparently I'm not that smart.
May: Thanks. It really doesn't bother me though.
Lyn: You're comments are funnier than my posts. Stop it. No, don't.
" Not necessarily a romantic connection, but a connection none the less. And that connection would grow into something that both of us know is there but no one wants to say anything for fear of ruining the friendship but then one of us does say something, probably me, and BAM! it happens and we're together and it's awesome."
This happened to me, and it was awesome.
But can we talk about you going into a stranger's place by yourself?? No, this is not your mother. Seriously though, don't do that again. Lecture done. Some might say you're retarded or something? Ha!
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