Holiday Dating—A Series of Panic-Induced Encounters

Not to make a sweeping generalization or anything, but no one wants to be alone for the fall and early winter holidays. True, true, Valentine’s Day can suck, but at least one can disdain VD with impunity. No, there’s nothing like the dark days of November and December to strike terror in the heart of the singleton. Faced with yet another season of wandering through glittering parties alone, the object of pity and scorn, not to mention all of the questions from family, many lonely souls turn to the Internet to save the holidays.

Those of you who read this bloggy thing know that I am actually a big fan of online dating. It might not be the most romantic means to meet people, but it does have its advantages. After all, that adorable guy in the bar just might wind up trying to romance you with his Elliott Smith covers that he’s uploaded onto YouTube before sloppily kissing you in front of your friend. With the Internet at least you usually have a general idea of what you’re getting into. And right around the holidays, you stand a pretty good chance of someone wanting to (ahem) get into you. Unfortunately, while you are statistically more likely to get a date this time of year, you also run a greater risk of having a bad one.

I am attributing the fact that I have had arrangements for dates with a several suitors since Halloween to the annual holiday rush. And I’ll be honest. I think I’ve succumbed to the panic as well, as a couple of my dates passed my highly scientific selection process on a sliding scale. Over the next few posts, I will be regaling you with stories of my holiday dating life. Allow me to start with the tales of McNeighborBoy and McSleepyMcDorkwad.

Brief Fling with McNeighborBoy
In true postmodern fashion, I met my cute neighbor on the Internet, and we had our first “real life” meeting on Halloween. It went very well. We had ourselves a fine time for about a week or so, when we realized that we didn’t have all that much in common other than a mutual appreciation for each other’s (pardon the pun) bones. We decided to be neighbors instead, and that has worked out just fine. We chat every now and again when we see each other, and McNB shoveled out my car after last week’s storm. Now that’s neighborly.

Stood Up by McSleepyMcDorkwad
About a week after McNeighborBoy and I decided to be plain-old neighbors, I signed on to check a message from what proved to be a disappointing lad. Sighing, I prepared to log back out again when I got an instant message from a more amusing character. We chatted for twenty minutes or so, and he seemed like a fun guy. He asked me if I was up for a drink sometime, and I said yes. The only problem was that the only night I had free between then and Thanksgiving was that night.

“Well, what about tonight?” he wrote.

“Why not?” I wrote back, and we agreed to meet up around ten at a decent watering hole in Union Square.

I got dressed, put on lipstick, and headed out into a rather cold evening excited for my spontaneous date. I arrived at the establishment, and he hadn’t gotten there yet, so I stood outside and waited. And waited. And waited. And waited a bit longer until I realized that I had been stood up. What the hell? It was his idea to meet up! Why would he do that?

Ooooh, I was pissed, and I was even more pissed that I didn’t have his number to call him and tell him what-for. I had to console myself by going into the bar and having a drink anyway. I talked a bit with another guy and then left. I got home to an e-mail with the subject line, “So I fucked up big time :(” (yes, he used an emoticon). Turns out, McSMcD had gone down for a nap and slept until 10:45. He was deeply apologetic and asked if he could make it up to me after Thanksgiving. I wondered why he couldn’t set an alarm, but I replied to McSMcD that I’d think about getting in touch with him after I got back.

I was bored the Saturday after the big T-day, so I sent McSMcD an e-mail saying that if he was up for it, I could meet him for a drink and gave him my number. I got a text message at 11:55 PM asking me if it was too late to meet up. I didn’t answer until the next morning. I know how to have a good time, but I’m not a booty call. I didn’t hear from him again until the following Saturday night when he sent me a text at 12:17 AM asking me out for a “light lunch” (WHAT is that?) on Sunday. No thanks, McSleepyMcDorkwad. I have to wash my hair.

Next post: My One Hour and Fifteen Minutes with McWorstDate

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6 responses to “Holiday Dating—A Series of Panic-Induced Encounters

  1. You had the chance to date John Malkovich and you blew it.

    These two somehow don’t seem in quite the same league, Sassy.
    Though at least you’ve made one friendly neighbour. I’m just glad I didn’t have to make my neighbours friendly the same way.

    You kids … I’ll never understand it.
    Hee hee hee.

  2. The neighbor business sound perfectly amicable and that’s not a bad thing. The other dude was a mega dick, Sassy.
    Leave his ass in the dust.
    I await the next post.

  3. Okay…so he fucked up. He can be forgiven for falling asleep, I suppose….although I don’t know how great it is to be THAT honest and admit that you fell asleep in anticipation of a date…

    But to ask about a “light lunch” seems like you just don’t give a proper fuck, you know? I mean, why not say, “How about a quick salad or cuppa soup to see if we can stand each other for twenty minutes?”

    Yeah, go wash your hair. He should have known that he needed to work for it.

  4. I hope “shoveling out your drive” isn’t a euphemism Sassy.
    That’s maybe a little too neighbourly.

    It’s good to have some more Mctales.

  5. I’m looking for someone who can make me laugh,likes long walks on the beach, Is not afraid to talk about feelings, has lot’s of friends, a good job that pays well and most important is very good looking. AND NO BAGGAGE PLEASE!!!!!! In other words – I’m looking for someone that’s just perfect. Hows that?

  6. Elizabeth Penmark

    Oh, I’m going to love this series! Being single now, myself, I joined the ranks of the on-line daters. I recently had an experience where I had been corresponding with a guy. We were talking about setting up an “in person” meeting, and I just got this strange gut feeling that he had a girlfriend. So, I just emailed him and flat-out asked him. His respone? “Well, yes, as a matter of fact, I do have a girlfriend. I just thought we could get together as friends and see if there is any chemistry.” HUH???? I couldn’t believe it. Naturally, there was no get together.

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