6 posts tagged “the irishman”

So, I told the Irishman that I only feel platonic towards him. I asked him about what he meant on his blog and he said he wasn't sure if I was expecting him to kiss me or not.

The only thing I feel bad about is that our entire conversation was over text messages. I tried to call him, but he wouldn't answer his phone. For some reason he just loves communicating through SMS.

And that's that. No dates lined up. I'm in a dating funk anyway.

Women in LA confuse me somewhat.

I just read this from the Irishman's blog.

Women in LA confuse me somewhat.

If I have to decide then my verdict is no.

It's over.

Had a third date with the Irishman. We went to a nice place for dinner. I picked. In fact I've picked all of our date locations. He's new to the States and I also think he's trying to be a gentleman.

And yes, he is a gentleman. He always pays, always opens the door. He has nice manners. Sometimes his real Irish comes out in spurts about stupid things we do in America like over salt our fries and a bitch about a pen not working. Yeah, there's really nothing to complain about him.

But...

By the third date you should know right? You should know if this person is something special, worthwhile. I feel nothing. Nothing. Ambivalent. Eh.

Also, something occurred in which we finally acknowledged our ages. He is in fact 25 and he knows very well that I am 28. 3 years, not a big deal, but this affirmation led to a conversation in which he said that before now he was just floating through life without a clear direction. Then he asked me...

Does 30 scare you?

Yes, because I'm almost 30 and still have not had a serious relationship.

I didn't tell him that. But it was clear that we're in different stages in our lives and I don't want to watch someone go through their 20s. I'm almost done with this stupid transitional decade. I want out of my 20s so bad. It's painful watching my brother go through his quarter-life crisis.

UGH.

But back to the real crisis at hand. You should know by the third date, right? I just don't feel any spark. Any deeper connection. And it doesn't help that Irishman isn't making any moves on me at all. (He's a gentleman remember?). If he made a move I think I would know for sure. As it stands I just feel this awkwardness that I don't know what his expectations are.

So, I guess that means he wants me to decide. Why do I always have to decide for him?

Okay Dating LA - why do you keep accepting dates with him? Can't think of a good reason no to. Boredom. Something to do.

I'm an awful person.

So, the Irishman blogged about me. I won't link to his blog, but I'll paraphrase what he said. He wrote that he went on a second date (me) and that he thinks there will be a 3rd.

I'm not sure how I feel about this. Now I feel some pressure and that he's expecting something, something that I don't think I want to give. I guess I wasn't clear enough when we last spoke about our status. I don't object to hanging out with him, but I only feel platonic towards him.

I'm just not that into him.

I think my most telltale sign that I'm not into the Irishman was when I thought I had run into my ex over the weekend. I wanted to hide. I didn't want to be seen with the Irishman. If I really, really liked that guy I'd want to show him off. I'd want everyone in the world to see us together. I'd want to rub it in my ex and his girlfriend's faces that I upgraded.

Now I'm dreading getting a call from the Irishman.

Yes, I am aware that I am blogging about the Irishman like he did me, but I never told him about this blog. Don't tell the people you're dating where to find your secret thoughts about them.

But we're never going to survive unless we get a little crazy." - Seal, Crazy.

Today was the second date with the Irishman. I made him come out to Thai Town for the Curry festival. The date was alright except it was extremely hot and the Irishman was about to melt. So, really it was just a normal Spring-to-Summer day in SoCal.

Nothing really special happened. We just had really cerebral conversation such as "We do this in America. Do they do that in Ireland?" and vice versa, so on and so on. I guess you could say it was another safe date. Neither of us let down our guard and let go.

Neither of us want to reveal our crazy card.

That was until some guy walked by with a parrot on his shoulder. I couldn't help, but make a smart remark. I just couldn't help myself.

I revealed a bit of my crazy.

Do you get what I'm saying? When you first meet people you try to hide all the little weird quarks about yourself that might turn off a regular stranger. Oh, you're friends find it charming and endearing and your family, well, you probably picked up your crazy from them. But it's such a relief when you meet a guy who's just as crazy as you are.

I don't know what the Irishman's crazy is. Maybe he's one of the freaks who doesn't have a crazy. They're the worst!

At the end of the date Irishman asked me about American dating etiquette. "Well, in America we tend to not discuss anything and it's all a guessing game." So, I made a concession and was totally honest, as is the Irish custom. I told him that I was dating around and not seeing anyone seriously. I also said that I hadn't really decided how I feel about him. He seemed to take it well.

That's one custom I'm very willing to adopt.

Today, I had a date with a foreigner. He's from Ireland. I love people not from America. I'm probably just mesmerized by the accents.

Anyway, it was an okay date. He's a bit cerebral and I wonder how he'll fair in this superficial city. Here's the thing that got me. His OKCupid profile says that he's 25; younger than me and that's usually a dealbreaker. But he looked significantly older in person. Even his energy was older. When I think 25 I think of guys who don't really know what they want to do. They (might) have a job, but not in a management, supervisor role. On Thursday nights they go to the local sports bar, get smashed and hit on college co-eds.

All this guy does in his spare time is archery.

I also wonder how open he'll be to diversity. We didn't really talk about it, but I don't know how many other cultures he's been exposed to. Living in LA will definitely be a culture shock to him once he digs around the burrows.

At the end of the date, he asked if it was okay to call me for dinner. I'm still undecided about the guy, so I said it was alright.