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.

bad habits

oh boy i've hit that time of night - facebook stalking all the old flames. must...move...away...from...computer. better than drunk texting at least?

i wonder if the feminists would approve

finally, broke the dry spell. charlie chaplin and I met up briefly a few weeks ago, and again this past weekend. now that I've gotten to know him a little better, he really reminds me of the naked man - specifically, the old money part. normally, I go for your stereotypical tall, dark, and handsome over blonde hair, blue eyed with expensive hobbies and dozens of sperrys, but I do seem to have a slight new englander kick going on.

the interesting thing about this now is that I actually would like to be in a friends with benefits relationship. yes, I know I deserve a slap (or many) for all the previous whining, but I actually think this is what I want -- at least until I reach a very important January milestone. I can't split my attention dating, but who wouldn't have some good ol fashioned fun? 

now I have an interesting dilemma, one I've never had before. how do I communicate that I am ONLY looking for fwb? guys seem to be scared off whenever the subject of "hanging out" comes up, because they think that they are going to get suckered into a relationship, and charlie chaplin is no different. I'm very tempted at this moment, mid-gchat conversation to say - "hey, I have a proposal. wanna be fwb? when I say hang out I really mean hook up." 

I never saw justin timberlake's movie, and I'm thinking that maybe I need to. 

digital dating...?

hm. this is going to sound a little weird but just take it as an indication that we really do live in a digital age... I can't figure out - am I "dating" charlie chaplin?

no, I haven't seen him since halloween, and we still refer to our friends at that party by their costumes when we talk to each other ("I'm going to mexico with matt, the stop sign") but he texts me regularly and calls me 'darling' on gchat. he sends me random emails and asked me to escort him to a restaurant opening last week. and even though we're friends on facebook, I know next to nothing about him - not to mention that I still have my doubts about his sexuality. what is going on?  I'm responding to him because he is a constant source of entertainment, but it feels a little strange. at the end of the day we are really just strangers, and I'm not gen Y enough to be in a virtual relationship.

I'm sure one of these days I will see him again face to face. at that point I think one of two things will happen:

1. we will be drunk and I will go home with him  
2. we will be sober and I will realize he's not straight.  haha. 

in fact, next weekend seems like the perfect opportunity to sort this all out.  I'm hosting a get together at a swanky SOMA bar, and it should be a low pressure event where I won't have to give him my full attention.  but it will also mean that a lot of worlds will be colliding -- aka past flames and hot joes in one room...oh i forgot, story of my life.

the original was a man of few words...mine is a man of few appearances

joke of the day

breaking news. apparently today's joke from charlie chaplin is:  why don't nuns wear bras?

when is this corny harrassment going to end?

coffee prophecy

halloween weekend came and went with plenty of alcohol and crazy homemade costumes, but not much to report on the boy front - except that I met a very tall, dapper, secret-weapon concealing charlie chaplin with a questionable sexuality.  he has been texting me bad jokes all week like "the skeleton wanted to go to the party but had no BODY to go with" and "what do you call a cow in an earthquake?"  I'm starting to think that my suspicions are confirmed.

in other news, the coffee prophecy came true. Folgers and I finally broke the tension in an off-work rendezvous. it was actually one of those situations where imagined that I wanted something to happen before it did, but when the moment came I realized I didn't REALLY want anything to happen, so it was all quite awkward and rude.  I also found out he is the third adopted guy that I have hung out with this year...I swear there must be something about adopted guys having weird insecurities...

anyways, now the witty banter has completely died between me and Folgers.  isn't it funny how once you attain the unattainable, it loses all of its allure?

but don't worry, I have a new crush, and as always, I think he is nicer than the last. we've gone out for a few drinks but I'm not ready to let my guard down.  after all, I'd rather keep the allure going for as long as possible. oh, and did I mention he lives in Seattle? it's like a built-in firewall for bad decisions.

sizzle? more like fizzle.