earl grey in the morning

10 hours after my last post. 

in my compartmentalized mind, the door to earl grey's sphere cracks open every once in a while. through it I see the beautiful memories I remembered last night, neat and glittering. open the door wider and I start seeing the dust, the darkness, and the furniture falling apart. it's always when I wake that I know we are where we are for the right reasons, that we aren't carrie and big, and that I'll never be brave enough or irresponsible enough to tell him what I think of us when I'm the most vulnerable. 

earl grey

I've become a master at compartmentalizing. I got over the most recent guy I dated in two days and a bottle of wine. I got over my last boyfriend of six months in a week. I got over earl grey in...4 years and counting. 

It's not the first night I've lied awake thinking about him. Don't get me wrong, I don't think about him on a daily basis and I certainly don't let him hinder my dating life, but I've also more or less accepted that I'll always love him. There are sides of me I haven't experienced since I was with him, and I legitimately think I knew myself better when we were together. He's the only one in my adult life who's seen my inner child, and he's the person who has made me the happiest, saddest, and the most livid I have ever been. I've never lived life or loved anyone with such intensity. 

We are magnets held apart only by the hundreds of miles between SF and LA, and our worthless rational logic that tells us we'd never make it in the long run. 

Whenever I turn into this nostalgic mess I know it's just because the nights (and wine) make me more vulnerable. But if I wake up feeling the same way I do now, I think I need to tell him. I know admitting it to ourselves will be opening a Pandora's box we tried to close years ago - but what if it was never meant to be closed?

on being single

Touché, aziz ansari, touché. 

http://www.buzzfeed.com/emilyhennen/being-single-these-days-sucks-according-to-aziz-ansari?s=mobile

tow truck

whenever I pass by a tow truck, I feel a slight flutter in my stomach.

four years ago, my car battery died on the third floor down of my apartment garage. the first tow truck was too big to even enter the garage. the second tow truck came closer but still didn't cut it, so we ended up having to call a pickup over and hook my car up to it. in the hour or so that we were waiting for the pickup driver, the tow truck driver and I started chatting. he was about my age, and working to put himself through a junior college. we were from completely different backgrounds, but there was just something that made the conversation click, and i found his crooked smile to be endearing. after we got my car out, I rode with him to the dealership, and before we parted ways he thanked me and said he hadn't met someone who he could have such easy conversation with in quite some time. 

since that day I've forgotten his name, his face, and even the towing company he worked for, but i can't forget that spark (I think I might have even scanned missed connections on craigslist for a few days after). now whenever I see a tow truck, I can't help but peer through the window hoping I might recognize his face. 

but what then? would we exchange numbers? would we go on a date? 

I've been thinking about this a lot, and it's brought me to two somewhat conflicting conclusions: 

Conclusion 1: I'm ready to give chemistry a shot, even if nothing else seems to fit the criteria that I (and all of us) have in my head. clicking with someone is the hardest criteria to satisfy because of its intangible nature, and I can't underestimate the importance or the difficulty of that one trait. so, if I met tow truck man today, I would go on a date with him. 

Conclusion 2: There is no one person in the world that's right for me. just like when looking for an apartment, every potential match is a combination of dials - except instead of desired location, price, and proximity to public transport, the dials read intelligence, background, physical attractiveness, and chemistry. all relationships are different because of the values on each dial, and all can be great in different ways. 

based on conclusion 1, I'm holding chemistry as the most important dial. but, I have to take into consideration the balance of all the other dials to make it sustainable. maybe there isn't "the one", but some number of individuals have to fall within this ideal range. 

i'm putting both these conclusions to the test. I've been seeing someone who is definitely in the 90s on the chemistry and physical attractiveness scale, but low on the intelligence and background scale. it's been fun the last two weeks, but I already sense it falling apart (for one thing, the "goodnight, pretty lady" texts have stopped). chemistry only opens the door; intellectual stimulation and a common upbringing are what deepens the connections. yet, it's so easy to fall for someone based just off the way they look and how your body reacts when you're near them... 

the list.

I finally started putting my list on paper last night. yes, THE list. my primary motivation? I realized that I'm not sure what my number is, and that scares me a little. if I don't keep tabs now, soon I won't know if I'm in the teens or in the 50s. and of course the nerd in me sort of wants to run analytics, like how many different races I've slept with or what my average height partner was, and how many new guys I average in a year - you know, the usual.  

with my terrible memory, I knew it would be a challenge - but it turned out to be so much harder than I expected.

for example, in my list:

• I had to group the men in 2009-2010 because I couldn't remember where they fell on the timeline. The mid 20s were all a blur, and I didn't have the foresight to blog about them 
• I have line items that say: "Jonathan (blue eyes)"; "Cop"; and "Daniel (Asian)" because that's as much as I'll ever remember about them
• I scrolled through several years of text messages to recover names and reread many of my posts in this blog to piece together the slightly-more-significant suitors
• And of course, there is still one name missing between 2009-2011. I know this because when I started dating breve, I knew what my number was, and the math doesn't add up. 

yea, not an easy exercise. my advice: write it all down before you forget. because damn, that "+1" unknown on my list is gonna bother me forever. 

just. make. a. move.

seriously guys, a word of advice. at some point you just have to MAKE THE MOVE.

case in point: david from coffee meets bagel was matched with me a week ago, and this entire week he's just been trying to engage me with 2-3 mundane texts per day. I've gotten sick of his passiveness and for some reason want to give him a chance in person, so I've purposely inserted several openers into the conversation to make it REALLY easy for me him to ask me out.

first opener
david: Mission is pretty cool, they have a ton of great dessert spots, have you been?
chai: hm, I only really know of birite and tartine. what places are you thinking of?

ideal response: Oh man there's so many others! Humphrey slocombe, dynamo donuts, mission pie, anthony's cookies! any you would like to try?

actual response: Oh man there's so many others! Humphrey slocombe, dynamo donuts, mission pie, anthony's cookies! Good thing you don't have a sweet tooth, you don't have to worry about diabetes.

um what, really? you're bringing up diabetes in a dating conversation? 

second opener
chai: btw, do you actually have all those dogs in your pics?
david: Haha no, but the white one is my bro's, so I take care of him a lot. You want to meet him?
chai: lol I bet you get asked about them a lot. well played. haha, sure  [on meeting them]

ideal response: cool, why don't we grab some birite and I'll bring him to dolores park this weekend?

actual response: well a guy's gotta stand out somehow, might as well do it with cute dogs haha

ok, as I'm writing this I'm wondering to myself why exactly I still want to give this guy a chance

third opener 
david: so i'm guessing weekend brunches in the city aren't your thing eh?
chai: haha I didn't say that, I just don't like waiting for them. I love weekend brunch

at this point, I am full out expecting some sort of brunch invite. I just said that I LOVE WEEKEND BRUNCH

david: All the good brunches have ridiculous waits! I've only been to a few because I usually get too hangry haha

omg. seriously?!  OK. how obvious can I make it that you should just ask me to meet up in person?!

chai: Ha seriously. so...do you ever meet people from CMB or do you just text them forever?
no, I'm not even being nice anymore 

david: I've met a few - that's the whole point right? How about you, are you a veteran?

............alY$#jdmd;ja&6*%&%;q 
i give up. those few girls that you've met must have all asked you out, because you certainly aren't capable of pulling the trigger!! 

toothbrush

in my dating life, the moment I give someone a toothbrush carries a lot of significance. it means you've slept over at least 4 times and it doesn't make sense for you to just chew some trident before bed anymore. it means I have an expectation that you'll make good use of that brand new toothbrush, that there's some sense of permanency of having you in my life. it also means that I'll have a daily reminder of you sitting on my bathroom sink. having your own toothbrush is a prerequisite to having your own hanger, which opens the door to having your own drawer, key, etc. It's the commentary equivalent of Summer letting Tom into her room for the first time.  

today I threw wbf2's toothbrush out - and all of "us", whatever that was, along with it. I immediately felt a wave of relief and freedom - who knew a dental cleaning tool could carry such emotional symbolism? 

wbf2 and I had been loitering dangerously close to the border of relationship status, and it was only a matter of time before we accidentally inched a toe across that line. for us it was a weekend of fighting like a couple, realizing we cared, having way too many relationship-y lectures, being grilled by friends about our status, and sending a kissy face emoticon that set us over the edge into that relationship minefield. as the grey area crumbled, we turned and ran full speed the other way until "relationship" became a laughable foreign concept. 

I have one toothbrush left, and you can bet I won't be giving it to another placeholder. 

30 seconds from my thoughts

While looking at Facebook newsfeed: 

Who is this guy? Why are we friends? Did we make out? When did we make out? Wow, I REALLY can't remember if we made out or just ate Mexican food drunk. 

placeholder.

I've been thinking for a while about how to recap my recent dating activity, and finally realized it can all be summed up with one theme: commoditized dating. probably the most notorious evidence of this can be seen in online dating - "giving" away unwanted matches to your friends on coffee meets bagel practically turns men into trading cards, and "liking" photo after photo on tinder makes it hard to keep track of which Matt or John you're messaging with today.

The title of this post is not for lack of a title, but rather that the men in my life have been commoditized to a point that they are mostly placeholders - guys I keep around for companionship and entertainment until someone better comes along. before I elaborate, I should also mention a second theme in my dating life: I can't stop dating co-workers. No, I'm not referring to work boyfriend, but a new, improved model who my friends and I have aptly dubbed "wbf2", or work boyfriend 2.

wbf2 is smarter, more ambitious, and funnier with more in common with me, but on the physical scale he's a bit of a hairy beast (though still over 6 feet with a fairly nice body). like the original, wbf2 is also foreign, but seems to have acclimated to the american way of dating, despite his claims of hating how casual it is.

in fact, our office tension broke about a month ago in the most casual way possible - through a drunken hookup after a night out. the events that followed reminded me only too much of another office romance where I asked for my caught-in-the-middle friend to conduct some recon. literally almost word for word to the Folgers situation, wbf2 described me as "smart, cool, and very pretty" but "didn't want a relationship", noting excuses about not wanting to date co-workers, not being sure how long he's going to stay in the states, (and after that all I heard was blah blah blah).

so I heeded his warnings and wishes to remain single and kept a distance from him at work and outside of work. that is, until last weekend when we took a work trip together to Seattle. sunshine, alcohol, views of the pacific northwest and a shared hotel made for quite the weekend, ahem.

ever since then, we seem to have been in some sort of relationship limbo - not quite friends with benefits because we both sense there is something deeper, but definitely no where near relationship status.*

we are simply placeholders. 

now this is not my first or even second attempt at reverse dating, so if placeholder does end up being synonymous with friends with benefits, I think I can be ok with that. for now.

*he even tried to sabotage himself just like Folgers by telling me about all the other women in his life, and how I didn't want to date him because his ex might be visiting (so clearly, this means they are going to hook up, well why not). the excuses were all too familiar - but they did prompt me to tell him about the accountant I had been seeing every so often. I felt bad at first for two-timing but when I heard about the women in his life, I felt like I should have been three- or four- timing to even the field.

ex-capades continue

friday. was. awful. at least from about 10:17 PM - 12 AM. and especially at 10:17 when I walked into chambers and immediately witnessed my ex kissing his new girlfriend in such a cute, gleeful way that for a split second I was happy for this adorable couple - until they disbanded and the realization dawned on me. even in the dim lighting there was an unmistakable second where all three of our faces fell. he gave me a flat "hello", she turned away to avoid eye contact, and I muttered "hey" under my breath as I beelined to the bar.

everything that usually works had the reverse effect that night. each drink sharpened my senses to what was going on in the corner with him and her friends. every familiar face that showed up drew more blanks in my mind for conversation. no matter what I did, every fiber of my being was laser-aware of them. I now wished I had taken people's advice to slut it up and bring a super hot fake boyfriend to that damn event. 

yes, I knew they were going to be there, so why did i put myself in this situation? well I wasn't going to let the fact that they were going to this bash stop me from going where all my friends were going to be. how did I know they were going to be there? because that was actually the second time I saw VF that day. at happy hour earlier we even had a one on one conversation that suffered from awkward politeness. 

clearly, I was not the only one who perceived the shift in our relationship and I couldn't help but fall to my old habits of facebook stalking to make sense of things. that's when I noticed that he had removed the old profile photo of us from when we were dating. I thought that was a little strange because I didn't think boys curated their facebooks so meticulously (especially with such an old photo), but then when I stalked further, I realized that every single photo or post that both of us were tagged in was purposefully removed from his timeline.

our relationship, eviscerated. if all you ever knew of us was our facebook presence, you would never know there was an us at all. 

I was utterly confused, and really hurt. I get that you don't want the past following you around, but at the same time, even if things don't work out in the end I still cherish the great times that were had. did it really all mean nothing? 

after thorough over-analysis, I came up with the two most plausible explanations for being wiped out of VF history: 

theory 1: he did it to get over me.

theory 2: he has an evil girlfriend disguised in a cute-girl body who poisons him about what an awful person I am and how much better off he is with her, thus forcing him to remove all reminders of me.  

there's actually quite a bit of evidence to support theory 2. her friends who used to suck up to me looked at me with disdain and gave me attitude on Friday. when I left, I saw his crew shivering in line waiting to get in and realized that she must have some spell over him to convince him to go to the event with just her and her friends while leaving his friends behind. 

regardless of the true reason, I'm now dreading a trip to Seattle that I'd originally planned and looked forward to as a reunion with my past co-workers, including VF. If I can't bear two hours with him, I'm not sure how I can bear two days. 

it's past 4am

After a night of debauchery and hilarity, the roommate and I end up with two accountants at Grubstake. My roommate loves accountants. And speaking Spanish while intoxicated.

We get home at 4am. We feel like we're 20. And then these texts: 

accountant: Hey, you're like one of the coolest girls I've ever met. I want to see u again

chai: Haha I'm flattered. All we did is eat some breakfast at 2 am!

accountant: Yeah but u intrigue me. I'm mad interested in u. 

To be continued after I get some sleep....

order of operations

I haven't been using OkCupid much lately since the emergence of coffee meets bagel and the time-suck of tinder (which this article is spot on about, by the way), but when I'm on there, I use a method called MPAD to filter through the clutter of my inbox:

Message - read the message
Photo - assess all photos
About - skim the profile
Details - judge the facts - height, profession, education, etc.

I would say about 20% of guys only make it to M, 50% make it to MP, 25% make it to MPA, and 5% make it to MPAD. so today when I got an MPAD, I couldn't help but feel a tinge of excitement.

but when I got to D and saw 5'7" and self-described skinny, I reluctantly had to move on. gotta think about the kids.

ex presence

as expected, work boyfriend and I have simmered down the last few weeks. the incessant texts and IMs have finally subsided - what a relief. I was starting to feel like I was in a committed relationship for a minute there. if he didn't live 40 miles away he would qualify as a bootie call for sure (good looking, well equipped) but an hour is just a little too far for a heat of the moment type of thing.

last weekend was my favorite holiday of the year - bay to breakers. I expected to feel physically crappy afterwards but didn't expect to feel emotionally crappy too. while drunkenly flipping through fb photos, I came across a picture of VF dressed up at b2b.

my drunken stream of consciousness (talking to my friend):

Oh yay, VF FINALLY decided to go to bay to breakers! now he'll finally realize how awesome it is, since he refused to go with me last year 

hmm.... what is that a costume of tho .. 

OH ice climbers! that's so perfect b/c he loves playing smash brothers! 

wait... there are two ice climbers in the game, a boy and a girl..... 

WTF. he is wearing a couples costume. he's with that chick from school?! a;ehfahfda;dhfanfdknc.z,cv;aoieja;oe


this...was...a new experience for me. I have never had an ex-boyfriend date someone new before me, or at all, period (I know, it's obviously an unrealistic expectation to hope they are celibate for life). it's not that I wanted him back now or ever, it's that I wanted him to want me. up to about a month ago when I saw him at coachella, I was pretty sure that was true, but now I knew whatever lingerings of me had existed in his psyche had been completely vaporized by that pink ice climber. how much more public with your happy relationship can you get than dressing up in an ice climbers couples costume. god damnit.

and then came the self doubt.. is she prettier than me? is she funnier than me? happier than me? is he happier? is she better in bed (highly doubtful)? does he like her more?

it's been 6 months since we broke up and this is all none of my business, but I don't care.

even though nothing had changed between us, it felt like everything had changed. when we first broke up, I had no problem being friends with him, almost immediately. sure, I was sad for a few days, but since we still really cared about each other, I almost used friendship as an excuse to flirt with him, however messed up that may be. now, I feel like I can't text or IM him without feeling like I've crossed some line into another woman's territory. and if I invite him to go out with our mutual friends, what if he brings her? I almost felt more torn up by the fact that he was seeing someone else than when we actually broke up..

So, I did the only logical thing there was to do. I called my other ex boyfriend, earl grey. my first love, and the one who literally has been celibate since we broke up 4 years ago (trust me on this one).  I didn't catch him on the phone, but did end up meeting up with him in SoCal this weekend.

man, what a sad mess he's become. I still care deeply about him, so the whole time I wavered between wanting to hug him forever and running out the door to escape the stressful and depressing conversation. I think I'm a lot happier now than I'd be if I was still with him. rarely does hindsight play in my favor but in this case I'd say I made the right decision.


So, it seems I've achieved tabula rasa. no more texts from work boyfriend, no more pretending I have some special aura with VF, no more holding out hope that one day I'll end up with earl grey. I'm excited to see what the summer will bring. there have been some interesting matches on tinder for sure...

lunch date fail

A cute guy just approached me at crepe house and asked if I was Dorothy. I should have said yes to spare him the embarrassment and score myself a date with a hot blue-eyed European. Instead now I get to watch him eat lunch/flirt with my Asian look alike (all Asians look alike).

Oh the awkward world of online dating.

guidelines for a non-relationship

where to begin. I guess it's taken me some time to get back into the dating scene since breaking up with VF, but now I'm REALLY back into it. 

additional patterns are starting to emerge in my dating life. not only do I seem to always end up with younger men, but I also inexplicably end up with co-workers, with no intention of it happening. VF wasn't the only person I dated at my last job - counting anyone from the full spectrum of kissing to being in a full-on relationship with, I was involved with 7 co-workers. 

I just started a new job a couple months ago, and the symptoms are re-emerging already. I had a thing for the cute sales guy from day 1 - but his beer belly deterred me from getting too close. Then, 2 weeks ago, a co-worker from my team texted me to meet up at the Make-Out Room in the mission. should I have inferred from the name of the bar his intentions? perhaps. I showed up to the bar thinking it was just an innocent meet up with a cool co-worker who lived in the south bay and never made it to the city, but a few whiskey and tequila shots later, ended up convinced by his friends to take him home because he "makes an awesome breakfast". clearly, I always exercise good judgment. 

we hung out again last weekend at a dance club, and things quickly escalated. all this time we've been IMing at work, texting all night, while acting totally normal at work - maybe stealing a glance across the room once in a while. but we raised enough red flags that one of our co-workers noticed and started grilling us about what was happening, which finally prompted a phone conversation last night: 

chai: so.... what's going on with us? I'm confused. 

work bf: that's a hard question, start with something easier... 

chai: well i'm pretty sure you're on a rebound from your 3-year relationship 

wbf: i'm polish, i don't know what a rebound is

chai: ................

chai: well i think this is a friends with benefits situation, where i'm your bootie call 

wbf: you're too far away to be a bootie call, I'd have to drive an hour 

chai: true.... ok well, I think we have a good thing going, we should just roll with it 

wbf: and you would be ok with that? what if I had come to work after the make-out room and treated you like normal, and didn't talk to you, and acted like nothing had happened? 

chai: honestly, that's what I would have expected, given my experience with all the douchebags out there 

wbf: well, again I'm polish, i don't get the american way of dating

chai: (wtf - maybe I should always date europeans) 

wbf:  ok, so what are the guidelines? 

wait. what? guidelines?

wbf: yea, there have to be some guidelines. like, can you date other people? 

chai: I thought we just agreed it's probably a friends with benefits / bootie call situation, so... yes

wbf: well, I wouldn't want you sleeping with other people

who are you?! 

chai: well i'm not going to go slutting around, but if we're not dating, I don't see what gives you the right to say what I can or can't do....

wbf: well, I don't want to sleep on your pillow and smell some other man's cologne....

chai: well, I can't promise anything. b/c we're not dating. 

haha, to be continued. let's see where this goes. what he doesn't know can't hurt him, right? ;)

PS. if you ever need to test the character of a man, take him to the wreck room. the games create so many dynamics there - competition, team work, overload of testosterone....  that's where I saw the true jerkish colors of the cop after I decided to give him a second chance. 

texting cover-up

where to begin. since my last post, things have taken a turn for the...very interesting.

potential gay boy (aka "prince charming" as dubbed by my friend) and I had been texting since we met up last week. we didn't have any set plans about when to meet up next, but we were keeping the momentum going. Saturday night rolls around, and I end up at a random house party with a few friends, hosted by some dude we just met at Bootie SF a week prior. well what a small city SF really is, because there we run in to not one, but two guys I have previously made out with, including prince charming, who had been so aloof about his weekend plans. and that's where things got weird...as in, way too normal. he was talking to me and my friends, I was talking to him and his friends, but there was zero evidence that any kiss had happened 2 days before.

FINALLY, we were alone in the kitchen. here was our chance to break the normalcy, away from our friends, away from prying eyes. our bodies close...so close that I could feel the heat of our impending kiss.....when he exclaimed: "why don't we go find your roommate?"

wait. what? 

and that's when I realized. the kiss was nothing more than a drunken mistake. one that made him awkward and ashamed. maintaining 2-3 texts a day was a way to keep things normal between us without admitting that the kiss was never supposed to happen. ouch. I'll guess I'll just tell myself that he actually is gay*.

fast forward to Sunday, St. Patrick's day. what do you get when you mix bottomless mimosas, bloody marys, beer, whiskey, and irish car bombs into one 5'2" body? an amazing, drunken Irish holiday. my girlfriend and I made our way from the mission to polk, where we met two interesting (maybe?), cute (I think...) dudes. my guy was a cop (I've never had a cop before!), and he was super sweet, showering me with compliments and telling me that we would go on dates. in my drunken stupor, I kissed him and told him I was happy.

and now, in my sober weekday state, I'm the one maintaining 2-3 texts a day, to keep things normal between us, without admitting that all those kisses were never supposed to happen. this last text though, I haven't yet had the heart to answer... it says: "let's meet up this weekend. Friday or Saturday?"

OH THE IRONY.

*none of my gay sources could confirm this, unfortunately.

what...is...happening???

So I might be dating a potentially gay man. Oh but he is so cute. And his blue eyes.... omg am I Tina Cohen Chang?! But he kissed me first.

the questionable existence of bro code

about a week after VF and I broke up, I noticed that one of his good friends began to make subtle comments that made me scratch my head and wonder if I was reading too much into his flirty texts. over time the comments became less subtle and led me to wonder, does bro code even exist?! i feel like girls usually respect some sort of code, but do men have a rule against dating their friends' women?

so I took a small sampling of guy friends and posed the question. the results I got weren't too assuring:

chai: does bro code exist?

guy friend 1: yes, definitely
guy friend 2: it's just being a good friend?
guy friend 3: I have no idea what that is. Like bros before hos?

without a common understanding of what the bro code is, I'm led to assume that it doesn't exist. what do you think?

ravished...or ravaged?

I realized two things last night: 

1. my tolerance for a sexless life is four months.
2. I do in fact have cougar tendencies, and it's not worth trying to fight them. 

these realizations came about after an extremely awesome set at Bootie SF (gangnam style + harlem shake mashup ftw), where I met a boy who I mistakenly thought was named Sean John. when I turned and saw those blue eyes, I honed in on him like a tracker missile. who cares that my roommate thought he was 18? turns out he was only 5 years younger than me - not so bad after all (though it IS the youngest I've ever dared to venture). 

there are a few downsides to immaturity though. first, he pulled the classic "let me show you my amazing roof and sweep you off your feet with a moonlit kiss" act - I'm sure countless women have seen that very underwhelming roof of his. and second, his bedroom technique was pretty unrefined (hence the title of this post). I did however, um, recommend this book to him, so at least he had that going for him. 

all in all, even though he wasn't particularly tall or buff, I'd say I got a pretty good catch for a one night stand. those bright blue eyes against tan skin and messy brown hair.... might just make me a repeat offender. see you in four months, Sean John.

hiatus over.

yes, it's been over a year since my last post, but chai is coming back with a vengeance. (and also switching over to tumblr...until that's all set up I'll be dual-posting, but update your bookmarks!)

so where was I for the last year? let's just say I was preoccupied with some personal projects that didn't go anywhere...but also dating a great guy who just didn't end up being the one. no need for a recap, but I do think he deserves a chai name for dating me the better part of a year - I'll call him VF (venti frap) after his go-to at starbucks.

moving forward. in the last 4 days, I have been on 3 dates. 1 okcupid, 2 coffee meets bagel. there are lots of things to love about the bay area: great weather, great technology, great guys. on paper they were all very impressive, engineers and doctors from great schools doing awesome things.

but in person...

date 1: first impression: cute, tall, put together - yes this could be my type. the date went well and two hours flew by...but by the end it was clear we were in the friend zone - and luckily we were both on the same page. facebook friendship accepted. 

date 2: first impression: way scrawnier than his photo, possibly gay?? even though I felt zero chemistry, he was very interesting and the food was really good. unfortunately, he did not pay. nor did he pour water for me, only for himself. really, you can tell a lot from the small things. our date ended with an extremely awkward cheek-touching hug and I haven’t responded to his email about meeting up again.  

date 3: first impression: oh no, he crosses his legs like a girl. if the last guy was zero chemistry, this guy was a flat line. this doctor could save lives but couldn't revive the conversation. after about an hour of boredom I blamed "work" for cutting things short. he asked if I "am in the area often?" and I said "nope. bye!"

so far, online dating has made me feel like a terrible person. these guys are great!.. for someone else. i'm not sure whether to give up or switch over to the big guns...aka match.com.