Day 340: On With The Show! More Funny Date Stories

It was brought to my attention today when someone asked about Mr. Elevator that perhaps I should update my blog, as I haven’t blogged in a REALLY long time…and there has been a LOT going on since I last posted.

First off, there is no Mr. Elevator. Mr. Elevator decided to get off on another floor, and it wasn’t mine. No big deal though, I learned what I needed too and moved on.

Then I met someone I thought was for sure my Prince Charming. Unfortunately, Mr. PC wasn’t as charming as I thought and has since been re-named Mr. Magic, as it turned out to be an absolute GONG SHOW with a rather convenient disappearing act. Believe it or not though, I actually feel gratitude. It was a blessing in disguise. I figure that I’d rather know what someone is like sooner rather than later, especially in the heat of fire. A person’s true colours will always show up, and when it happens this early on it just means that he just saved me a lot of heartache down the road.

I am curious though…is it them or is it me? I mean, I have dated guys from all different countries around the world and I have to tell you, Vancouver men are...well...different. Not ALL of them of course, as I know a lot of really phenomenal guys here that have become super awesome friends. I just apparently attract or am attracted to the “special” ones. HA! I keep bumping into the most bizarre scenarios here....but only here. Even my brother seems to agree with me, and we are both scratching our heads about it.

But you know what? I am a trooper. If I had a theme song it would be this:  

That’s right.

So I am going to change it up a bit. Since apparently “I” am not the best at choosing guys for myself, I am going to let someone else do it. Hey, they always say “It will happen when you’re not looking!” Well, I am not looking…someone else is.   :o)

Now you have to understand, this is a risky thing for me. I mean, the first (and consequently last) time I was set up on a blind date by a friend, not only was the guy old enough to be my father and absolutely NOT my type, he also thought it would be ok to catch me by surprise and ram his tongue down my throat at the end of the night as I was visibly clamoring for the door handle and asking for the car lights so I could get out of his locked vehicle as he dropped me off. Yeah…gross. You can bet I scrubbed my mouth out a little extra that night, along with some mental bleach to erase that scenario from my mind. Can you imagine? To give you a mental picture of my experience, it would be like YOU making out with YOUR dad. Yeah I know…gross eh? It was a definite WTF moment.

“Can you please turn on the ligh-***(nom nom)***...Did you just?!? No you didn’t. Yes you did! Please unlock the door.” Exit stage right.

But this time will be different…I hope. I was actually approached twice now in the past two months by a dating headhunting company called Executive Search Dating. I checked out their website so they seemed pretty legit, and I have had a friend try it once before and she seemed to like it. So I figured - what the hay why not! At least these guys are screened. Lol

The fun starts this February, so stay tuned!

And if this doesn’t work, then I am going to Europe or South America for a change of scenery.


What are your thoughts?