today you'll be reading a post from the lollygagger who writes the chicago based blog Blah, Blah, Blah over here on the plum and you'll be able to read the post that i wrote for her blog by clicking here.
i talk about my friend ms procrastination so you know it's worth checking out. read me.
now, onto the lollygagger's post.
When I first found out that I’d be swapping blogs with cleveland’s a plum, I was like CRAP. Not only does she have a gazillion (I’m just estimating) people who love and follow her, but she’s also funny. Welp, I’m screwed since I tend to write over and over about needing a FT job (That’s not funny. Anyone in Public Libraries? Help!) and how I get fortune cookies that say: I’m struggling and it shows.
Sooooo. I thought I’d go with the good ole 2nd date story. Ya know the one where I’m crying beforehand for other reasons. Crying is an awesome way to get yourself psyched for a date.
So I picked the place. We met at Bin36, which is basically a nice restaurant/wine place where you can either eat or just do the whole bar thing. We did the bar thing. With the lovely help of Jessica, I decided to do wine and cheese flights. Nice. Simple. Except for the fact that when we got there he said: I don’t really drink wine. I’m more of beer person. Wait. What? I’m actually a beer person myself, but who says that? Not even in a funny way.
Next. He gave me a rundown of reasons he didn’t go to the local music fest (Pitchfork) which included short sets and crowds. I’m not a big crowd person myself, but I absolutely LOVE music. I just kept thinking, if he’s complaining and it’s only the second date, then what’s next? Saying no to zoos (I like zoos) because they smell? Or no to swimming in a lake because it’s dirty. (Ok well, others may agree on that last one. There’s a big lake by me and I like to play in it. I can’t help it that stuff like that doesn’t bother me. And yes I am clean. Most of the time.) But all I know is that I need to find someone who’s a little more go with the flow or laid back, but also someone who takes the bull by the horns and makes the plans and is up for anything. They’re out there, right? Pretty please? Le sigh.
So, to be fair, the time and conversation did fly, and I did have a nice time, but I’m looking for something different, and I don’t see anything wrong with that.
And no. I’m not picky. I didn’t even complain when I had to pay for the tip. Twice.
So, how many chances do you give a guy? One date? Two? What are your deal breakers?