Match.com has been good to this site. It helped me create the looking for love in all the wrong places series that led me to a matchmaker, adult friend finder, craigslist, and other online sites. It also led to my first date series where a date’s roommate discovered this blog after I wrote about her. Match.com has given me something else as well, no not herpes, but 8 dates in 10 days. I tried to select 8 very different people and types to go on dates with.
I have played multiple sports in my lifetime, I have walked through major cities in Europe, I have hiked, and I have drank an metric shit ton of beers while golfing to the point where I had to go to ER for potential alcohol poisoning. All of those events were much easier to deal with. Going on that many dates in that period of time was the most exhausting thing I have ever been through. It seriously felt like I had another full time job, the e-mail correspondence alone took hours a day to deal with.
Why go on that many dates with different women in that period of time? Why do you touch the iron as a child even though your parents tell you that it is hot? Why do you drink milk that is expired for the first time? Why do you sign up for an environmental mailing list that gives your name out to every tree hugging organization ever? You do these things because you or in this case I… I am a complete dumbass.
What did I learn about dating, life, and myself by doing this?
Talking about yourself gets really boring, in fact it gets to the point where you just tell random stories that pertain to nothing because it is better than talking about the same shit over and over again. I tried to turn the conversation as much as possible to my dates but eventually you have to talk about yourself. It feels like I have an entire routine down now when I talk about the standard things like work, how many homeless people I have killed, my thoughts on Poland’s growth, would I slap my Grandmother if she dated Kit Bond, and the amount of sexual partners I have had. (Note: Only one of these things was discussed on a date.)
For entertainment purposes I tried to go to the same restaurant a few times so I could feel like the lead character in John Tucker Must Die. Sadly I didn’t have the same waitress at either place, but it would have been awesome if I did.
Eating dinner out and drinking at least three drinks on each date makes you gain weight. I put on four pounds during this whole experience. WTF is that? So I decided to become bulimic to even things out.
Boston is filled with bandwagon sports fans. Never in my life have I met so many people in a week that are all excited about the Celtics playoff games but never watched a regular season game. I wonder if this is just a women thing or a Boston thing or some odd combination of the two.
At the end of all of this I am still dating, only one of the women that I went on the 8-date odyssey with ended up with a second date. I will give a breakdown of the 8 later this week.
Oh and in case you were wondering: $550. Yes I pay for all my first dates.
I don’t have a question that pertains to this so: Do you think crack is really whack?