I want to start the intro to this date by asking, what the hell is up with guys and not paying for first dates lately? I understand that this is 2011 and feminism, and equality and blah blah but it’s the FIRST date already! I’m happy to pay my way through dates 2 through infinity but I consider dutchin on date numero uno as a complete turn off. I’d assume there are two major reason’s behind a man not paying, one: He’s cheap and somehow justified in his head that women want to pay themselves or two: He’s going on more first dates then he would care to pay for time after time. Neither option makes me think to myself, wow-this guys a keeper! So little tip for all you fellas out there, if you go dutch on the first date, be prepared for the girl to consider you a cheap skate…
I vent because out of the 7 total dates I have had, only 2 guys have actually paid for it! (Including the following guy)
Me and Karaoke guy had a total of two dates. First one, I was pretty please with myself for being so adventures. I tried calamari (I still think taste like fried feet-which is most likely exactly what it is) Then I took his suggestion and ordered a jalapeno margarita which is basically burns the throat for not one but two reasons (tequila and jalapeno juice). Bad idea! I think I scored a second date solely for being such a trouper. Second date was dinner/drinks and then some upscale Karaoke. Actually, it was in a dive Sushi bar-which was probably for the best! Let me start by saying: I DON’T sing. I’m not even the kind of person who thinks they can sing in the shower. I’m horrible. After about an hours worth of persuasion from my date that I can’t be “that bad” and there was not even anyone around (there was a good 15 people for the record) I picked out an old school Lisa Loeb song. While I started the night sweaty with anticipation and nerves, 4 beers and some relentless peer pressure later from my date and the locals, -I was feeling ready for my performance. I’m not sure how I did really, since I’m pretty sure I blacked out during half of it but, no one left so I consider that a good sign : ) I not only made it through my song of choice but hastily agreed to a little “summer lovin” duet with my date. I thought we really kicked ass but was told by the KJ (Karaoke Jockey for all you Karaoke virgins) that we accidently sang the opposite parts. Oops, no wonder I was wondering when Sandie’s part got so dirty). Needless to say, I think my temporary phase of putting myself out of my comfort zone is over and I’m ready to drink margaritas sans the jalapeño, eat fried stuff the ways its intended (as a potato) and keep my questionable singing voice all to myself. Overall, I’m glad I had the experience-seeing as though I paid for every bit of it. But I think I’m still looking for someone who enjoys what I enjoy (and fried tentacles are not on that list)!
Lesson learned: Margaritas/Jalapeno’s, Batter/Seafood, Singing/Me are things in life that should NEVER EVER mix!
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