4 posts tagged “movies”

I met this English guy who we'll call The Horny Teen-ager at Circa a week or so ago (yes, the same place where I got dumped a week ago by Mr. Lawyer). From the get-go, I knew The Horny Teen-ager was too young for me. I mean, we're only technically less than a year apart but in mental age, I'd say we're more like a decade apart.

For the first date, we grabbed a drink the night after we met. The first thing I noticed was that he was a total pretty boy - too much gel in the hair, a pseudo faux -hawk, and way way overly expensive jeans. While I understand that he's European, I still wasn't a fan. He has a total babyface so we got carded the minute we sat down at A16 which I definitely thought was funny. Anyway, all in all the first date was ok. The second date was dinner. I had a race early the next morning so told him I couldn't stay out late and nor did I want to. We went to Panta Rei in North Beach - I could sense he was hoping I wasn't too hungry although he did pay. After the restaurant, we grabbed a beer at Tony Nick's and he made a play for my face. Literally tried to suck me up in one swipe. I did the not so fast hand maneuver and somehow got him off of me gracefully. We said goodnight and he didn't seem too miffed by the whole thing - well, except he called me a cab from the corner but didn't offer to pay. So, he called and texted all weekend. He was dying to see me again so he proposed a Sunday night movie. I had some errands to run so we went to the Haight first, grabbed some food and then headed back to the Marina to catch a flick. I noticed during dinner that he was sporting a hicky on his neck. I laughed to myself. Then, we looked up movie times and nothing was playing till way way late and I was pretty over having to hang out with him for that many hours. But low and behold, I didn't have to. He instantly went for it - pounced on me and tried sucking my face off again. He got upset that I wouldn't kiss back and then only tried harder. I called him out on the hicky. First, he tried to tell me it was from wrestling with the guys (and I'm thinking or your middle school aged girlfriend?) and then he admitted to his little love fest the night before. He came up with a million and one excuses about his drunken state and why it happened all while I kept insisting that it didn't matter to me either way. Eventually, he pounced again - only this time I could feel him on my leg - GROSS!! So I swatted at him and said, "down boy..you remind me of a horny teen-ager..." He got off, looked wounded and made some jack-ass remark about my sex drive (as I'm thinking - what do you know little man) to repair his own ego. I let it go.

He left without saying goodbye. I laughed myself downstairs to give the download to my girlfriend B. Later, I received several text messages from him saying how cool of a chick I was, and how much he liked  me. Right. I wrote back in the nicest manner I know how, "Aw, thanks but I think its best we're just friends. We're on a different page in our lives right now. I wish you all the best in your SF adventures and to many more hicky-filled nights. Cheers, Jski."

I thought that would be the end but got a text from him this morning asking me to grab dinner with him later in the week. Are you serious? Boys..teen-agers...geez.

This weekend was a little bumpy on the relationship front. I was really tired Friday night so we decided to stay in, watch movies, drink wine. We grabbed a quick dinner at Andale and then rented Eastern Promises and The Amateurs (both movies I would highly recommend). Anyway, it was a nice enough night. We just sort of chilled.

On Saturday morning, Mr. Lawyer was acting a bit strange. He got up before 8 am and was out the door without much of a kiss or hug or anything. Apparently, he was headed out to go surfing. Fine. T came over early so that we could  begin our fun activity filled day. We picked up A and then drove to China Camp for a nice, scenic run. After the run, T and I decided to go to Bikram. The class was a bit on the late side but was well worth it. We got to Y's a little bit late. The whole group congregated there for appetizers and wine before our roommates' reunion dinner at Mangarosso in North Beach. Mr. Lawyer was still acting strange. I was feeling really self conscious and began to worry - is he over me? does he not like me anymore? has he met someone else? When I worry or get self-conscious, I generally get distant and bitchy which I did. I stuck to my friends and decided to stop paying attention to him. At the end of the night, we went back to my place and passed out. In the morning, I had to go get fitted for a bridesmaid's dress for Y's wedding so I was up and at em early. He left without saying much of anything. I was gone all day trying on dresses, lunching with the gals, hanging with Y's fam and never heard from him. No calls, no texts, nada. I was worried. I called him and he didn't even want to see me. He said he was getting beers with D and he'd "catch me later." I got super upset. I decided to call him and tell him I was upset, ask him why he was acting so strange. He said he didn't think that he was. We also talked about the other little things that had been on my mind - it was really good to get it all out on the table.

After we talked, things felt good. I think some of what I said finally sunk in and he gets it, gets where I'm coming from. He was great last night and this morning, on his way out the door, he kissed me goodbye and said he was sorry again about the weekend. I think we're both learning how to "compromise" a little more.

I decided to be "productive" last night aka do laundry, clean my room, go the gym..not drink, not go out. Hard for me given it was a Thursday and absolutely GORGEOUS outside.  But, I almost stuck with my plan. I got home  from work, stripped my bed, threw on work out clothes, and threw all my laundry in the basket. I dropped off the laundry at the laundromat and then went to spin class (totally efficient). It was a good class. Our instructor last night was nothing short of HOT! He had these amazing arms. Toned, tanned, and beautiful. Not to mention that I could see his abs through his shirt. Really, it was amazing. Yum. Hey, what's the harm in looking?

Anyway, after a good, hard work out, I threw my laundry in the dryer and chilled for a bit with my roommate and her boyfriend.  Then, around 9 right when I was collecting my things out of the dryer (still in stinky, sweaty gym clothes) Mr. Lawyer to Be called.  He wanted to take me to a movie. He said it started in half an hour. Shit, shit shit. I say, sure. I run upstairs with all my laundry and jump in the shower. It was definitely a curly hair night. I got ready just in the nick of time. He arrived at my place, my roommate got the door and only had to entertain him for a few minutes. I was pretty proud of myself. We saw "Superbad" which I had heard was ridiculously funny.  It was just ok. I don't know. I didn't laugh out loud or anything. Maybe I needed a glass of wine before watching it.  Anyway, after the movie, he suggested we stop by A16 and grab a drink. We sat down, had a glass of wine and some good conversation. Damn, he's cute. We were the last people in the restaurant - it was around midnight when we headed back to my place.

Miraculously it wasn't awkward last night. It was actually pretty good. We spooned and cuddled all night.  Again, he didn't want to get up in the morning and this time, I said go ahead and sleep, I'm getting in the shower (no more fucking up my morning routines!!!). And he was lying in bed watching me do my thing, smiling at me, and acting sweet. But then, as usual, the goodbye was awkward. Not sure if he's just shy or if I'm just reading too much into it. Oh well - Se la vie!

Today, I get off from work early and am headed to Sacramento to get my hair did. Yes, I will travel long distances for a good hair cut. Not sure what I will be doing tonight. I'm sure something fun will surface....

A few days later, I'm moving. I'm up to my ears in boxes. Mr. Great on Paper Stanford Grad Guy calls and wants to take me to a movie because I've had such a long, hard day of moving. Ok, sounds good.

He comes over with CPK and wine. We eat, we talk, I try to like him (I mean, he brought me dinner for god's sake). He pays for the movie and that's that.

He's so nice - so good on paper - but I just can't fake the funk. At least I tried for a few dates.

The pizza sure was good after a long, hard move.

Recurring theme: I like free dinner.