Vanilla Man - Francesca

Well, this has been a full weekend. I really am impressed with how I was able to slip back into partying again. I was not, however, ready for how hard this hits me the next day. After the keg party, all I wanted to do was sleep. I was so tempted to break off the date I had last night...I was so tired. But I am determined to fully document the dating world for my generation. That, and I'm really too tired to cook, and this is a guaranteed meal. I'm meeting up with Mike...seems nice enough. I've met this one on that free dating site...so we shall see if it can beat out the winning experiences I've had meeting people in real life. I have talked with him over the phone, and he seems nice...a stable, mature guy who seems to have priorities in order. This is exactly what I'm looking for. While, I do enjoy having fun, I can't see myself going on more than one date with someone still in the college party mentality. As much as I hate to admit it, I'm not able to party like that anymore. I have a job, and I'm feeling old...much older now that I was up all last night, but...yeah. So, Mike, you sound like a good match...we both like music, and were able to talk for an hour earlier in the week.

So, nice guys do not always finish last. Nice guys with zero personality or ability to relate do. I mean, seriously. I haven't hidden who I am...an adventurous person that wants to have fun and experience new things. Apparently, I wasn't that clear with Mike. Okay, so maybe with my upcoming vacation to a metalfest weekend and the fact I've been partying a bit, I talked a little about drinking. But I talked about a lot of things. I had to, since he wasn't saying a word. I really tried to engage him...but to no avail. I mean, his love for music turned into him playing piano and not liking to go out to see shows. His adventurous side fell short...his response to most exciting thing you've done? "I visited South Carolina a few years ago." Now, I may only have been back on the dating scene for a week, but I know when there is absolutely nothing there. So I decide to make the most of it...I mean, I may as well have a good time, and I've realized that I have met another Captain Personality within 15 minutes of the date...just after we've ordered food, but before it has come to the table. So, until I have something to eat, I just drive the conversation...telling him stories of drunken binges, skydiving and bungy jumping weekends, crime sprees, swingers weekends...okay, so some of it wasn't true, but the look on his face was pretty funny. I don't think I've ever seen someone eat mediocre bar food as fast as he did. Unfortunately, I broke my golden rule of dating...I let him pick me up. Since I had no mode of transportation, I was forced to sit with him through the meal, and then have him drive me home. I had really nothing to say to him on the ride back, especially since I discovered he was a TERRIBLE tipper. I mean, seriously, you had a bad date. Don't punish the waitress with a 4 percent tip. That's uncalled for. Luckily, there's no traffic, and I arrive home about 15 minutes later. I do my best polite goodbye, and tell him to give me a call sometime, knowing he won't. But I'm too nice to be an ass. He drives off, and I go inside to collapse and pretend I didn't just waste my time tonight. I decide to check in on emails first, and as I'm replying to a friend, get an email from bad date dude. It reads: "It was nice meeting you, but I really don't think we're a good match. Have a nice life." Okay, so you want the credit for being the uninterested party? Fine...I'll give you that, as it's all you can take away from the date. Man, this is frustrating...the guys that are interesting and responsive are ones I can't see myself spending that much time with, and the potential nice guys are just entirely too vanilla. Another lesson learned-a mediocre date is sometimes worse than a bad date. There's nothing even that funny to be taken away from this one. Better luck next time, I guess.