internet dating

So last night I pulled double duty on the internet dating front. First, I went to play basketball with my boys at this court, where I invited the “6’3”, 225 pound” former quarterback to meet me. He was probably 5’11 ½ and, indeed, 225 pounds. Needless to say, I was not impressed by his constant trash-talking, lack of real conversation, and terrible shot.

I get home from playing basketball and have an email waiting for me from another internet responder to my embarrassing craigslist post, only this guy, who we will call backwardshat, is like 4 times hotter than the other one in his picture, which means that in real life he should only be half as bad as the basketball player. He says he’s headed to a bar to grab a drink and if I wanna come meet him, here’s what he’s wearing.

I call up my oldest friend, ask if she’s up for an adventure, and we’re off. At the bar, we sit and talk with this new fella for probably an hour or so, and while pretty much every single one of his stories revolves around drinking, the boy is HOT! His picture did not disappoint… for how much bballboy disappointed, backwardshat totally made up for it. So we *might* go out tonight. We’ll see.

Another weekend, another set of adventures…

Gym hottie needs a nickname

Until I find out his actual name, the hot guy at my gym needs a nickname. McDreamy is already taken (and cheesy as hell), so what will I use? There aren't any puns with Gym other than the name Jim and everything else I think of is cheesy: Mr. Lifter, Hottie McLifterson, Weightroom Wonder... I mean, come on! These are godawful, but I can't think of anything. So I will continue to refer to him as the hot guy at my gym. Or maybe as thehotguyatmygym.

In any case, last night I was at the gym, doing my bicep curls when I suddenly realized that there he was--thehotguyatmygym. I needed to pair my bicep curls with tricep extensions and there he freakin' was, doing tricep extensions on a bench close to me. The only other available bench was directly in front of him. Are you kidding me?! So I did what any weightlifter would do... went right on ahead and laid down on my bench, did my tricep extensions, and went on like it was no big deal. In the middle of bicep curl #22 (of 24, so I'm struggling a bit here), I catch him looking at me in the mirror... great, as I'm grunting and struggling with my manly weight. Fabulous.

I head off to another part of the gym (have to seem like I don't care that he's there) and then come back when the machine I want is taken. I go to the weight rack, but he's using it as his own personal workout area, despite the fact that his (great) body is blocking anyone from access the 15-20lb weights. I smile at him and ask sweetly-sarcastically, "Did you wanna use the whole weight rack?" He takes a headphone out of an ear to hear me, so I repeat my (bad) joke and he laughs. YAY! Meanwhile, I notice that all 5'9" of me barely reaches his shoulder. Nice.

So I take my weights and go away, and we don't talk again. Baby steps. I don't like talking during my workouts either, I had just forgotten my headphones. :-) Progress is progress!

Speaking of progress, I talked to one of my craigslist suitors on IM last night (ps haven't IMed in at least 6 months), turns out he's three years younger than me... doubtful about that one. I think this is why people internet date though, because if you don't like someone anymore, you don't have to face the consequences, you can just delete them or stop responding...

Anyway, not at all worried about the me and R. breakup... happy!