i did some thinking
and by thinking, i mean i'm emailing the 39 year old foodie and pulling a cancel card for Sunday night.i never cancel, not ever.
for...
i
believe in...
BDK...
that's right, Bad Dating Karma
and i don't need that shit coming back to bite me in my fine, pork fed, italian ass.
he called me, caught me off guard...off my game...from an unknown number...
effer...
foodie: "let's meet at _____, in astoria. it's on 34th ave between 44th and 45th street, i think."
crutcha: "what do you mean you think?"
foodie: "i think i've reviewed the restaurant before and - from what i remember - that's where it is. and...if the restuarant isn't there...i'll be waiting there...for you." (ok, my over use of the ellipsis makes it sound worse...i know)
crutcha: "that seems strange, i'll just look it up on the internet - that way i know exactly where to meet you." (internal monologue: freak, this is some effing fishy she-ite)
foodie: "it's one of those hole in the wall places. i know it's not on the net, and it doesn't even have a phone book listing. from what i remember, it doesn't even have an address on the outside of the building."
crutcha: "um, i'll actually ask some of my friend's in the neighborhood - they may know of it." (internal monologue: i'm too young to die of internet dating slaughter)
foodie: "that's an idea. you know, it's a great brazilian place, a lot of fine meats. i'll bring a nice bottle of wine to pair with the food. it'll be great. it's a byob kind of place."
crutcha: "that sounds great, ______, i'll see you there at 6pm on Sunday." (internal monologue: shut the eff up, my honky ass is gonna be alive on Sunday at 6:30pm, not in a body bag next to the Queensboro bridge - with gashes on my head - from the wine bottle you brought to take me out with...effer)
i met my friends after work...
they tried to convince me to go out with him, depsite this gripping story.
hot lady friends: "you know, t, he could be really interesting. and a lot of good restaurants aren't listed; they're some of the best places to go."
crutcha: "eff that noise, bee-otches, i want to live to see Monday. i'm not chancing it. i'm going to have to send the email...hey, something came up - i'll email you when it's a better time."
hot lady friends: "you should go. yeah, go. t, go."
i mean what are these women thinking? are they after my fine wardrobe and makeup? probably not, but really - now. i know i'm going to sound lame, and it's mean - but i can't date when i feel unsettled.
besides, dates can be torture - why put yourself through it if you're not going to enjoy it?
or, in my case, why get killed?
maybe i am overeacting.
but i've managed to online date, since the ripe age of 23, and i've always come home in one piece. why stop now?
i'd like to keep this body whole, for she's only 26 and 7 months old... and she has quite a bit more work to do.
and i'll be effing damned if dating leads to my eternal demise.
posted by tinamarie @ 9:44 PM
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i agree with your friends. You're sweatin' the little stuff.
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