I have been on terrible dates and I have been on great dates.I have been on pleasant dates as well as disastrous gun-to-the-head dates. The title of this post entails my top 5 most memorable dates this year. Yes, the dates I will tell you about are memorable but they could either be in a good or bad way. In most cases in a
bad horrible traumatizing way, and in others, a good way. To clarify, I don't date much. After the horrible breakup I had three years ago, I lost all faith in men and would rather not get into anything. Cumulatively, in the past 3 years I have gone on less than 10 proper dates. I'm serious when I say this. Not Joking. It's not for lack of good looks (*Ahem* I'm a bombshell, thank you very much), but rather for lack of trying or bothering.
Dating is probably the cruelest game that anyone can play. More often than not, most dates usually end up in uncertainty and mixed feelings or in some very rare cases, regret and resentment. Only very few dates will end up in positive feelings towards that person. It is also a known fact that dates can either be implicit, i.e. both parties assume/hopes it's a date, but it hasn't been outwardly stated that they are on a date, or explicit i.e. both parties are aware that they are on a date and one of them have outwardly stated that this is a date.
Seeing as I've just started slowly getting back on the date wagon this year, I'd like to recount the five people I've been on dates with so far this year. Their identities will be concealed to protect their dignity and save face so here we go!
William was a Scandinavian guy that I'd met off Tinder (back when I still had an account there). He was not so bad looking, pretty decent profile description and his opening line was very simple ("Hey there, beautiful! Wanna go out for a drink?"). Everything I described about him was in relation to the photos he posted on Tinder. In person, he was short-er than me, had long blonde surfer hair that was tied back into a sleazy ponytail and as bad as this makes me look, he didn't look like he had very good hygiene. That is to say he smelled pretty bad, beard looked like it hadn't been brushed or washed and had the breath equivalent to King Tutankhamen's thousands of year old toilet.I almost reeled in disgust when he came close to me and started to speak.
Admittedly when I first spied him in the corner, I wanted to run away but I woman'd up and reassured myself that it was his character that counted.... which brings me to how the date went. The date was a disaster up until the moment he started speaking. He
was is very creepy. He has these eyes that just rove up, down and around my entire body. Overall it was a bad date and I really wanted to get out of there. We wrapped it up in 2 hours and (finally) we parted ways and never spoke to each other again.... or so I thought! The next morning, I received a text from him describing how he had a great time and all that and I expressed my gratitude at being able to meet him and blah blah. Then he did the one thing I despise- he wrote how much he wanted to kiss me and have sex with me. That was the last time we ever communicated up until today.
Kaleb is another guy I met on Tinder, from Poland and he looked really hot in his Tinder photos. All dark featured, and built and all that. But in person, he was just normal. He's working in my city as an Oil and Gas systems something at the biggest Oil and Gas company in my current country. When he first shouted me out he was sarcastic and a fucking douchebag too. But strangely, instead of blocking him, I was immediately riveted to his profile and continued talking to him. We went out on 3 dates and they all ended very swimmingly. None ended in a kiss because I felt like we were more suited to being friends than anything more. Up until today, Kaleb ad I do occasionally hang out and communicate because we honestly connected very well. But as I stated before, we are more suited to being friends. I just realised that I could not like him any more than just being friends. That was it. Nonetheless I made a good friend and meeting him was definitely memorable.
Oh Oliver, sweet, sweet Dutch Oliver. Oliver and I met when I was over in Singapore for a vacation at the beginning of the year and it was mostly coincidental and NOT from Tinder. I was at that phase in my life whereby I wanted to be a lone traveler and explore the world on my own. I had been to Singapore prior to that but never alone. So I went there by myself and started sightseeing. It was while waiting for the line at a tourist attraction there that Oliver and I locked eyes. We awkwardly looked at each other and then he approached me. Hence, we started talking and decided to tour Singapore together. It was amazing... until I found out that he was FUCKING RICH (Just to clarify, I don't care about a guy's money)! He had a driver that drove him everywhere and paid for everything with a card. It was fun while it lasted since the next day he had to leave to the Netherlands. But then I met him again and again after that as he occasionally visits my town. I'd say we are more friends than anything else and I'm so glad I got to introduce him to my life.
This was by far one of the most memorable dates that I could ever have gone on (save for the few that I've mentioned in previous posts). I met him on a couchsurfing website (please Google it- too lazy to describe it).Ivan is by far one of the funniest, charming as well as handsome men that I've ever had the grace of knowing. He's from Ireland and (thankfully) Doesn't look like a leprechaun. We spent one day touring the city and yet I still remember him up until today as does he. We basically pulled pranks on people, laughed at people and had plenty of fun. I have never forgotten that day and never will forget that day! He even gave me online Irish Skype lessons! We do chat every once in a while now and hopefully when I embark on my year long Euro trip in the near future, I will be able to meet him and catch up.
Jake, if you're reading this, I'm sorry for being brutally honest, so read at your own risk.
Now, Jake and I met about two months ago and for the full story of our date, visit this link. He's from Manchester in the UK and I met him on OkCupid. So far we've been on an uncountable amount of dates and so far they've all went well. Now here comes the crushing blow, the first time I met him, when we were out on our first date, I didn't think I would be going out with him again. He smoked (trying to quit now) and that put me off. Very much. But when he asked me out again, the next day, I figured why not? He had been a great guy save for the smoking bit and up until today I am so glad I said yes. And everyday after that, I've always anticipated hanging out with him. Why? Because he's wonderful. Kind. Pleasant. But broken. Broken in the sense that he is still trying to latch himself away from his ex and whatnot and I do believe that my role right now would be to support him and give him the time he needs in order to rebuild himself. Establish himself. Not be a selfish bitch about it. That's how these things work. And that's how positive results come by.
I would say these mixtures of good/bad dates have taught me a lot about what to expect in the future when it comes to dating. It also gave me some experiences worth writing about :) Hopefully the dating future will hold mystical wonders and nautical misdemeanors for me . Until then, au revoir.