So, I am Cameron. A twenty-one year-old single socialite. I had began my first year at college believing that I wouldn't get involved in a long-term relationship with anyone until I was a senior in college but it seems life didn't work out that way. Instead I met a charming, young man my own age (the first that I'd dated...not the first guy but the first of my own age) and on a crazy day in October of 2005 I thought I'd met my match and we embarked on a shit journey into the land of Commitment. So here I am the age that I think I should be ready to settle down and I am far from it. I broke up with Andrew about six months ago and have decided to try my luck out in Single-ville. So far I'm enjoying myself. I have met a few awesome people and have made some lasting friendships with some. What I've really enjoyed doing lately, though, has been telling my friend's horror/hilarious stories about some of the dates I've been on...which coincidentally has been the chosen purpose of our joint blog. So to add another date story to the book...er, blog...here goes:
I always like to begin a date story with a relatively accurate description of the victim. Jared is this guy that I'd been awkwardly dating since (what an odd coincidence!) October of 2008. Sweet, tall, sometimes well mannered, and oh so handsome...how could I resist. He wasn't a jerk like some of the guys I've dated (*cough* Greg *cough**cough**hack*). In fact, when we were at a party around my neighborhood (PARTY CENTRAL) and I decided to head home he walked me all the way to my front door. At first I thought he may have been gay. He always wore tight pants...sometimes even cut-offs. He had gorgeous brown hair and blue eyes and the first time we kissed I swear my heart stopped. All the makings of a great smut novel, non?
Well, we had been making out a couple of times before I found out that the guy was moving away. Boo. Then drama happened and things got awkward and I just kind of gave up after a while UNTIL we got our groove back. Then we started making out again like it was nobody's business and we fooled around twice. Now you would think that above all the wonderful things he had to offer aesthetically (a good personality, great sense of humor, dashing good looks, and some good manners) that he would be absolutely amazing in bed (and to be completely honest I can't be sure that he isn't).
It was his last night in town and we had hung out with his brother and friend until the wee hour of 5:30 AM. I decide to head home and I dropped his friend off and after I pass by his apartment complex I get a call from him. "Do you want to hang out a little bit more?" I knew where this was headed; a goodbye bang before he left town.
Temptation had won me over and so had my pants. So I went back, we made out, fooled around, he had a condom and a penis and I had a vagina (sorry if this is TMI) and at first everything was going really well. The fun was short lived however after 7 minutes. It didn't make it any better that I had spent past day and 1/2 of the afternoon watching and listening to Jizz in My Pants by The Lonely Island. So when he apologized and said "This normally doesn't happen," I replied "It's fine! Nothing to be sorry about. At least you didn't *sings* jizz in your pants." Of course, to make matters worse I spent the next two minutes laughing at my joke like an insensitive idiot saying "You get it!? Oh I'm so funny." He chuckled a bit too himself...which I admire in a man. Any guy who can take a low blow like that is quite the turn on and has loooooads of self esteem.
I suppose that it is quite obvious that I, myself, need a bit of grooming in the dating area.
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Veronica: An Introduction
I wanted to start this off with an introduction as to who I am... and in turn why Cameron and I thought a blog of our stories would be fun.
I'm a recent college graduate who still lives in her college town working for a local non profit. I never dated in high school, and jumped into a relationship with Stu when I got to college because it was new and I could. Therein lies my first mistake in the dating world- NEVER EVER date a person just because he likes you if you aren't interested the same way. You can tell yourself over and over that you are, but if the attraction isn't there- it won't come over night. (Note: you also shouldn't base a relationship on physical attractiveness alone... more on that later.)
After boyfriend #1 (which last 6 months, about 5 months too long) I used a boy who was cute to show #1 that I was moving on and needed to as well. Sadly, I thought #2 was cute, and that kissing him meant we were headed towards relationship status and when a few weeks went by and he disappeared, I was hurt. This was the second mistake- a kiss does not mean a relationship is coming, and NEVER enter into a casual hook up if you aren't willing to suffer the pain that comes with being dropped. After him I went running to good friend/ boyfriend #2- Bob. Bob was awesome, a great guy, and a wonderful boyfriend whom I fell in love with in just a matter of months. Loved that kid, and part of my heart still belongs to him.
So why did I break up with him after 2 years? Simple- the relationship became strained when he went away to grad school and I decided that I wanted to spend my last year of college playing the field.
And here I am, 1.5 years later, one month out of a relationship with boyfriend #3- who was cute and interesting. Turns out- that's not enough to keep it going either. I've had my share of adventures- good dates, bad dates, creepy guys who make me want to run far far away.
Case in point? I am currently with a new friend at his place. We watched football earlier, made dinner, and are watching a movie. Eddie is a nice guy whom I met at a New Years Eve party (where he half-drunkenly asked for a kiss at midnight) and we have since spent some time together. The first time we went out to dinner and caught a movie- felt very date like. He picked me up, dropped me off, unlocked my car door and opened it for me, waited for me to get through my door before leaving. Awesome. Whats the bad part? Still in love with his most recent ex-girlfriend and the two are considering getting back together. This doesn't exactly put me in a good position considering I think he's a great guy already (and rather attractive... and very flirty). Best part of the day? While watching football the ex called and I got to listen to the conversation- including him trying to explain who I was, and that I was really cool and she would like me... not if I try and steal him away she won't. Oops, did I just say that?
I'm a recent college graduate who still lives in her college town working for a local non profit. I never dated in high school, and jumped into a relationship with Stu when I got to college because it was new and I could. Therein lies my first mistake in the dating world- NEVER EVER date a person just because he likes you if you aren't interested the same way. You can tell yourself over and over that you are, but if the attraction isn't there- it won't come over night. (Note: you also shouldn't base a relationship on physical attractiveness alone... more on that later.)
After boyfriend #1 (which last 6 months, about 5 months too long) I used a boy who was cute to show #1 that I was moving on and needed to as well. Sadly, I thought #2 was cute, and that kissing him meant we were headed towards relationship status and when a few weeks went by and he disappeared, I was hurt. This was the second mistake- a kiss does not mean a relationship is coming, and NEVER enter into a casual hook up if you aren't willing to suffer the pain that comes with being dropped. After him I went running to good friend/ boyfriend #2- Bob. Bob was awesome, a great guy, and a wonderful boyfriend whom I fell in love with in just a matter of months. Loved that kid, and part of my heart still belongs to him.
So why did I break up with him after 2 years? Simple- the relationship became strained when he went away to grad school and I decided that I wanted to spend my last year of college playing the field.
And here I am, 1.5 years later, one month out of a relationship with boyfriend #3- who was cute and interesting. Turns out- that's not enough to keep it going either. I've had my share of adventures- good dates, bad dates, creepy guys who make me want to run far far away.
Case in point? I am currently with a new friend at his place. We watched football earlier, made dinner, and are watching a movie. Eddie is a nice guy whom I met at a New Years Eve party (where he half-drunkenly asked for a kiss at midnight) and we have since spent some time together. The first time we went out to dinner and caught a movie- felt very date like. He picked me up, dropped me off, unlocked my car door and opened it for me, waited for me to get through my door before leaving. Awesome. Whats the bad part? Still in love with his most recent ex-girlfriend and the two are considering getting back together. This doesn't exactly put me in a good position considering I think he's a great guy already (and rather attractive... and very flirty). Best part of the day? While watching football the ex called and I got to listen to the conversation- including him trying to explain who I was, and that I was really cool and she would like me... not if I try and steal him away she won't. Oops, did I just say that?
Cameron: Drunk Movie Date FTW
I used to go out with a boy named, Greg. Although, I was never really sure that what we went on could qualify as dates. Greg had the ability to be kind, caring, and a gentlemen but lacks the motivation. In fact, he had stood me up not once, but twice only to text message me in the middle of the night asking how my day was. Bitter? Somewhat, but a girl's gotta move on!
So one week he calls me up and says he wants to take me to a movie. Now the logical angel on my shoulder says, "He's a jerk. Why should you waste your time? He's obviously playing you and is playing the game hard. Don't go, you deserve much better." But the devil spoke so sweetly in my ear "Take the ticket...you deserve it. It doesn't mean it has to be a date. Get in free, watch the movie, leave and mooove on." So, I agreed. My self worth hadn't changed and as far as I was concerned I would get to see a movie I had been wanting to see for weeks. So it's the Friday I'm supposed to see the move and my roommate's friends are throwing a BBQ and jazz music fest in their back yard. I was invited to tag along and so I did. We were going to play our guitars for everybody so before we left we stopped off at the Music and Arts store for some supplies. Then when it got to be around 7:45pm we left and picked up some beer at the grocery store to enjoy at the party. I had bought a 40 of Miller High Life and thought I could finish it in time for the movie, which started at 9:20. The trouble was that I didn't take my car and didn't feel like making my roommate leave the party so soon.
Ladies- Any guy that's interested in dating you and is worth your time would pick you up even if it's out of his way.
Greg, on the other hand, is a different beast. When I called to ask him if he could pick me up from a house ten minutes away from his and just a little bit out of his way, he whined and complained and said "So you ditched me for a party?" Hi-LARIOUS seeing as he had done the same to me just a week prior. I said "Well, I can't get out of here unless you pick me up." He finally agreed, but I was very pissed off and feeling a tad vengeful. With the 40 in my hand that would normally last me about 2 hours had I been drinking leisurely...I drank it in 30 or 40 minutes. My friends know that I'm a complete light weight and a 40 oz. is close to about...3 beers. I was a tad bit hammered. So, when he pulled up and I got into his car he said "Jesus, Cameron you reek of beer!" I turned to him and smiled my drunken smile and said "And pretty soon your car will too, hunny." A little disgusted but still willing to subject himself to my drunken wrath, he drove us to the movie theatre.
Now Greg decides to do things right for a change and when I began to search my purse for my credit card to pay for my ticket he offers to pay my way. I look him, up and down and said, "It's okay...I've got it." But he insisted which is about the time I shrugged my shoulders and sang to myself (inside my head), "I'm drunk and I hate you and you're buying my ticket." There was a dance that went along with it but seeing as this is typed, anonymous and it's hard to remember...you're going to have to imagine what it would be like for yourselves.
The movie marked the end of the night for me, as I didn't want to waste any more time...and I was ready to go to sleep. All in all it was a top night which ended up being a hilarious story to share with my wonderful friends.
Disclaimer: I do not suggest that any women follow in my behavior as it could result in unhealthy decisions and being vengeful is not always the way to go.
Date well!
Cameron
So one week he calls me up and says he wants to take me to a movie. Now the logical angel on my shoulder says, "He's a jerk. Why should you waste your time? He's obviously playing you and is playing the game hard. Don't go, you deserve much better." But the devil spoke so sweetly in my ear "Take the ticket...you deserve it. It doesn't mean it has to be a date. Get in free, watch the movie, leave and mooove on." So, I agreed. My self worth hadn't changed and as far as I was concerned I would get to see a movie I had been wanting to see for weeks. So it's the Friday I'm supposed to see the move and my roommate's friends are throwing a BBQ and jazz music fest in their back yard. I was invited to tag along and so I did. We were going to play our guitars for everybody so before we left we stopped off at the Music and Arts store for some supplies. Then when it got to be around 7:45pm we left and picked up some beer at the grocery store to enjoy at the party. I had bought a 40 of Miller High Life and thought I could finish it in time for the movie, which started at 9:20. The trouble was that I didn't take my car and didn't feel like making my roommate leave the party so soon.
Ladies- Any guy that's interested in dating you and is worth your time would pick you up even if it's out of his way.
Greg, on the other hand, is a different beast. When I called to ask him if he could pick me up from a house ten minutes away from his and just a little bit out of his way, he whined and complained and said "So you ditched me for a party?" Hi-LARIOUS seeing as he had done the same to me just a week prior. I said "Well, I can't get out of here unless you pick me up." He finally agreed, but I was very pissed off and feeling a tad vengeful. With the 40 in my hand that would normally last me about 2 hours had I been drinking leisurely...I drank it in 30 or 40 minutes. My friends know that I'm a complete light weight and a 40 oz. is close to about...3 beers. I was a tad bit hammered. So, when he pulled up and I got into his car he said "Jesus, Cameron you reek of beer!" I turned to him and smiled my drunken smile and said "And pretty soon your car will too, hunny." A little disgusted but still willing to subject himself to my drunken wrath, he drove us to the movie theatre.
Now Greg decides to do things right for a change and when I began to search my purse for my credit card to pay for my ticket he offers to pay my way. I look him, up and down and said, "It's okay...I've got it." But he insisted which is about the time I shrugged my shoulders and sang to myself (inside my head), "I'm drunk and I hate you and you're buying my ticket." There was a dance that went along with it but seeing as this is typed, anonymous and it's hard to remember...you're going to have to imagine what it would be like for yourselves.
The movie marked the end of the night for me, as I didn't want to waste any more time...and I was ready to go to sleep. All in all it was a top night which ended up being a hilarious story to share with my wonderful friends.
Disclaimer: I do not suggest that any women follow in my behavior as it could result in unhealthy decisions and being vengeful is not always the way to go.
Date well!
Cameron
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