Where Are They Now?

It's hard to believe that just a month ago I went on my first Point. Click. Date. date here in L.A. And although I said that this blog was coming back for one month and one month only, I do see the potential for some updates after this entry as there are still a few people left to meet and maybe even a few 2nd dates to report out on! Before I get ahead of myself, let me report on the last date I had that happened last Thursday.

Adventure Geek has been following up for a second date for awhile and asked if I could get drinks on Thursday. I told him my former co-workers were in town (true) and that I wasn't sure if I would be able to go out on Thursday (true) but then when Tolijah asked if I could meet up with him I told Adventure Geek I could not meet up with him because I had plans with my former co-workers (false). So why did I ditch Adventure Geek for Tolijah? Well, Tolijah first messaged me about 2 weeks ago and his message was original and fun. And basically we had an entire week of conversation that seemed like we were playing a game of table topics. Which actually isn't really a game but more a bunch of interesting questions on cards that could be used at parties to get people to start talking to each other. Anyway, our questions on OkCupid were not the boring, where are you from, what do you do, blah blah blah questions but instead were "If you could give anyone dead or alive a high five who would it be & why" and "If you could celebrate only one holiday the rest of your life which one would you choose?" I knew Tolijah and I would get along and the date would be one full of fun conversation. And, Tolijah get his name because he looks like the love baby of Tobey Maguire and Elijah Wood. And since they are pretty good looking dudes, I figured he must be in person as well.

Tolijah and I met at The Well in Hollywood. He looked more like Tobey Maguire than Elijah Wood in person and he sounded just like Tobey Maguire too which was actually more creepy than cool. After getting over that, we had just what I thought we were going to have - a great conversation! Actually, I really liked him a lot and now that I haven't heard from him I've decided to make myself feel better by pointing out his flaws:

• He was concerned that I put I drank "often" on OkCupid profile. Ummmm hello? I'm 26, not 62, doesn't everyone drink often? And by often I don't mean I'm getting crazy drunk every day soooo relax, Tolijah, relax.
• He wore shell toes. Eek! Unless you are a dude from Quincy, Massachusetts where the official shoe has and always will be the shell toe, no respectable guy should wear them. Not sure what shell toes are? VIDEO CLIP TIME!:

• He kept trying to ask me about my ex-boyfriend situation. Awkward. We just met.
• He wanted to talk about his ex-girlfriend..... who had a drug addiction. Um, even more awkward. I don't know want to know about any of your ex-girlfriends right now and I definitely don't want to hear about the crazy chick who had a drug problem and lied about it so you wouldn't break up with her! Yikes!
• He's an actor. Okay, I love actors, but I feel the same way about actors as I do Geminis - they make lovely friends but have a little too much crazy for my taste to actually date them.

Like I said, I haven't heard from Tolijah since but I'm willing to bet his disastrous relationship is not something he has completely healed from which made him think I was a soon-to-be alcoholic. Or he just thought I was lame and didn't want to call me again either way, it's fine because I'm not sure I could date a guy who wore shell toes. I just don't have a good track record with shell toe wearers - all my middle school relationships were very short lived.

So who knows where Tolijah is now but I thought it would be fun to give an update on all my other L.A. dates!

So......WHERE ARE THEY NOW?

DJ Skinny: Is still trying to woo girls with the word "homie" and is on OkCupid ALL the time.

The Art Student: Whereabouts unknown but likely at art school or with his cute dog downtown.

TextFriend:  After I told him that I just wanted to be friends, he told me to let him know when I was around. And I didn't. I felt bad about that because I like to be a woman of my word and I was honest when I said I wanted to be his friend. So, I texted him last week to see how he was and we've been chatting via text a bit. I guess you could say we are text-friends again!

The Australian: Being hot in Australia.

Hot Musician: After I saw him play at Pips, he texted me 5 days later to ask me how my car was. And after I told him, that's pretty much where the conversation ended. Luckily, if I want to stalk him, I know where he is every Friday night.

Adventure Geek: He has been trying to hang out with me again ever since our first date. I think I'm finally giving in on Thursday. I'm a bit nervous because I do want to hang out with him I just don't want to give him the wrong impression. I don't want to break his little adventurous geeky heart.

Funny Guy: Funny Guy attempted to make plans with me before my darling friend, Danielle, came into town but he couldn't make it happen. He did apologize, however, and said he would "hit me up next week to figure something out." The potential for a second date with Funny Guy is 50%.

And that was all of them! Eight guys in four weeks. Not bad. And there are a few more guys that I've been talking to but haven't been able to meet up with so there may be more adventures in my future! And who am I to keep these adventures to myself?!? If and when they happen, I'll be sure to update here.

And that's why I've decided this isn't good-bye it's just see you later!

A Night of Sax & Lessons in Gambling

This weekend was quite eventful on the date front... maybe too eventful.

First, was Friday: A Night of Sax! (And just SAX!)

If everyone remembers correctly, after my date with the Hot Musician I broke my own rule of three, made a total amateur move and texted him the next day. After a couple days went by and I didn't hear from him, I got a bit disappointment and wondered if I had blew it! But, exactly two days after I sent the text (three days after the initial date) Hot Musician sent me a text back. This time I knew I had to keep my cool so I figured I would text him back when I got back from Boston. And the second (literally the second!) I went to text him back, he texted me! And he invited me to his gig at PIPs. Apparently, Hot Musician plays there every Friday night. Of course, I tried played it cool and gave him an ambiguous repsonse, "Sounds fun. I'll try and make it" and then texted every one of my friends to see if they would go with me.

Luckily, Erin, my dear friend, avid fan & supporter of this blog, decided to join me. PIPs is a super cute Italian restaurant with an outdoor patio with a small stage of performers. And not to mention the wine is delicious and cheap! We get there just before Hot Musician's second set. When we walk in I see him talking to a bunch of people at a table. When he sees me, he immediately gets up, seems happy to see me and gives me a hug - I don't know if I was nervous or just awkward but I do know he was one of the two, if not both, as well. After a brief introduction, Erin and I sit down, order some wine and wait for the Hot Musician to start his set. And then he starts playing the saxophone. And then I remember why I'm calling him Hot Musician. I mean he's adorable when not playing the saxophone but then he's playing the saxophone and damn, dude is sexy. And I find it really hard to watch because I'm afraid I'd just fall in love or something. I mean hot and talented? Stop it!

At one point during the set, a woman who he met in Japan (I think it was Japan?) got on stage to sing. And she kind of just took it away (and she was also crazy talented) so he came and sat down to chat for a second. Of course, I can't really form sentences because I'm still in awe of how good-looking and talented he is. Again, so lucky Erin was there to help me out! When Hot Musician goes back to play the rest of his set Erin is convinced that he keeps looking at me and seems to be incredibly nervous. Awwww Hot Musician! I'm still not sure if I agree with her but the idea of it sounds pretty great.

After the set, Erin and I talked with Hot Musician for a little while and then we went out separate ways. And then this time, Hot Musician sent ME a text too soon! But to be honest it wasn't too soon at all and I was really excited to get a text when I got home from his gig saying, "Thanks again for coming out tonight, was really great to see you". And now I wait and hope that he gets it together to ask me out. Hot Musician is hot, musically talented but I fear he may be a bit awkward when it comes to girls. Which in turn, makes me think he's even more adorable. There's nothing hotter than a hot musician who has no clue just how hot he actually is. Sigh.....

There was not much time to dwell on Hot Musician though because Saturday night was the night I learned exactly why I don't gamble and shouldn't gamble in the future.

Saturday night's date was with Funny Guy. From his very first message in which he said, "I skimmed your profile and thought it sounded ok," this guy had me laughing. I knew at the very least he wouldn't be a boring date. And man... I really had no idea how not boring this date would be. He was house sitting in Venice so he asked if I'd mind traveling over that way. Of course, I didn't mind at all and I met him at the house he was staying at and we took his car to Santa Monica. We decided to go to Basement Tavern  which I've actually been to a couple of times and I love it. There is usually a band playing and the vibe is cool. Our conversation is going pretty well and as expected I'm laughing a lot. And then somehow I ask if he has any tattoos. And that's when he says he has "A cock on his foot." Hilarious, Funny Guy, hilarious. I don't play into his games though and I ask, completely disbelieving, "You have a rooster tattoo on your foot?" And he says, "Yep, and a pig on the other one." And I just don't believe this. The only people I know who have tattoos on their feet are girls so I just can't believe that this super tall, ex-professional kayaking (yeah, you read that right), grown man has tattoos on his feet. I tell him I don't believe him and he says, "Oh yea, what would you bet?"

And this ladies and gentlemen is your lesson in gambling. When asked  this question the correct answer is, "Nothing. I wouldn't bet on it." You do NOT say, "I'd bet whatever." And when the guy you've met for the first time says, "You'd bet a blow job?" You should probably just get up and leave. You do not say, "Why not?! That's how confident I am that you don't have tattoos on your feet!" And if you're dumb enough to say something like that, when the guy tries to talk you out of this ridiculous this bet you're about to make you say, "You're right, I shouldn't bet anything let alone THAT!" And when at the last second, when the guy realizes you're actually going to be dumb enough to make this bet and adds in "And you have to go in the hot tub with me later tonight." You say, "Oh wait a minute! It seems like you're setting me up for disaster, I'm definitely, definitely not betting on this!" You by no means ever go through with this bet!!!

Unless you're me and you're feeling cocky (pun totally intended) and clearly took some stupid pills before you left your house. Since Funny Guy obviously knew I was going to feel real, real stupid in about five minutes, he bought me a shot before we left the bar. And before we get in his car, he showed me his stupid feet tattoos. And for the millionth time that night, I laugh. But this time it's at myself and how completely dumb I can be. So in order to make myself feel better about this idiotic moment VIDEO CLIP TIME!:



Not only did I feel dumb but when I realized his tattoos were traditional sailor tattoos, I remembered having a conversation at some point about these exact tattoos. Therefore, somewhere hidden in the smart part of my brain I knew that sailors get tattoos on their feet and that feet tattoos are actually really common on men. If only I had remembered it before I decided to make a stupid bet! 

Well, it made for some good laughs and then there I was hanging out in some stranger's home with Funny Guy, who was not a complete stranger anymore but still kind of a stranger. And the next thing I know I'm making out with Funny Guy in some stranger's home. And then he tells me it's time for the hot tub. And right then and there I believe I have two options run away or just get in. I go with the latter because I had one drink too many to drive right at that moment, I had one drink too many to make smart decisions and I figure I should at least hold up one part of the bet because I obviously have no intention of fulfilling the other part of the bet. I may stupid but I am not a stupid hoe. Alright, I can't help it, VIDEO CLIP TIME AGAIN!:




Alright, so I decide the hot tub, although unconventional for a first date, is an okay thing to do. And then Funny Guy just gets naked to get into the hot tub and that's when I'm wondering if I made a terrible mistake. But.... then I think back for moment. Although this guy is nearly 30, his actions are more like those of the guys I knew in high school WHEN I was in high school. I mean who even says, "blow job" on a first date? High school boys. Who invites a girl over to a house that isn't his and persuades her into a hot tub? High school boys. Who just gets naked in front of near strangers without even a second thought about it? High school boys. And at the very end of the night when he started chewing/spitting chewing tobacco, I was eerily reminded of the entire North Quincy High School baseball team. Shudder. And that's when I was like "Yep! I'm totally fine now to drive home!!" and ran to my car.

But here's the thing. I had fun. I acted young and stupid too! And to match his high school boy persona, I decided kiss him lots but ONLY kiss him and not put out even a little bit - total high school girl move! But, yeah, it was fun and it was stupid and although I could never ever date this guy seriously (I mean, really, did you just read what happened on our first date?) I would totally have a fun and stupid night with him again. Of course, no more bets will be placed but some more immature fun? Eh why not, you only live once!

No Dates. No Valentines. No Worries.

I haven't been on date in a week! And not because I'm not trying but it's pretty hard to date when A) You are out of the state and B) You return to your city, a city in which a car is absolutely essential, and your car is in the shop.

With all the unfamiliar faces I have been seeing since rejoining the online dating scene, I decided I needed a weekend with people I knew. Because you know..... VIDEO CLIP TIME!!:



It also happened to be Kaitlin's birthday so it was the perfect time to go back and have some fun with mis amigos. It was great to surprise Kaitlin and party with her on her birthday. The added bonus was the drunken make out session I decided to have at the end of her party. I'm not going to get into it because contrary to popular belief, I don't like to put every personal detail of my life into writing on the internet. BUT.... I will say, the last and only other time I had a drunken make out session at a party hosted by Kaitlin (which was on New Year's Eve) it was with the same guy I drunkenly made out with this time. So let your imaginations run wild because that's all I'm saying about that. Plus, I'm too lazy to come up with a creative name for him but just for reference, he's one of The Brofather's bros. I also found out The Brofather reads this pretty regularly sooooo if you're reading today, "Heyyyy Brofather!" :)

So, that explains why I haven't gone on any dates Saturday - Tuesday. And  I actually got asked out Wednesday night (for drinks by Adventure Geek!) and Thursday night (for turtle racing with a new guy, name TBD), but since I decided to crash my car into a monster of an SUV before I left for Boston, I am without wheels. Therefore, I'm being held prisoner in Los Feliz until the weekend.

With this short time off from going on actual dates I realized two things:

1. Our time together in coming to an end. My first date was on January 21st and I said I was only going to bring back Point. Click. Date. for one month and one month only. I stand by that and February 21st is only a week and a half away! I know.... I'll give you a moment to cry about it a little bit. Cue the sad music....VIDEO CLIP TIME:
   
2. In exactly 5 days it's VALENTINE'S DAY.

Now, I hate Valentine's Day and not because I'm a bitter, single female. And NOT because I'm one of those people who is like, "Bah! Valentine's Day is just an evil ploy by greeting card and candy companies !" Because helloooo I love cards and candy and I wish there were more reasons to have Reese's Peanut Butter Cups in fun holiday related shapes.

But nope... I've always hated Valentine's Day - even when I was in a really solid, serious relationship. I am no bandwagon Valentine's Day hater!

So here are my Seven Reasons Why I Hate Valentine's Day (in chronological order):


1. Why do I need to give everyone a Valentine?! Okay, so my hatred obviously goes back to my single-digit years. I just found it really aggravating that I had to give a Valentine to the smelly, ugly kid. Yes, I realize that if the rule "everyone gets a Valentine or don't give them out at all" didn't exist then the smelly, ugly kid would probably not get any Valentines. But, you know, how else is he going to learn? Maybe if he didn't get any Valentines he would think twice about fighting with his Mom about getting into the bath. Besides, here we are teaching our children that no matter what, you will always get a Valentine! Setting them up for ultimate failure for middle & high school when only the good looking popular girls and guys get chocolate roses delivered to them.

2. Chocolate Roses are stupid. During my pre-teen and teen years, my hatred for Valentine's Day only grew when I got my first chocolate rose from my 6th grade "boyfriend". (And I know I said only the good looking and popular people got these but I don't think anyone is really good looking in middle school. I may have been popular but I'm pretty sure it lasted only a couple of weeks or so) I mean the chocolate rose is a stupid candy. It's not enough chocolate to really be that enjoyable and it's not a real rose. Also, it's just an afterthought of a gift that you get the day of Valentine's Day. This sends another terrible message to our kids. With chocolate roses (and the same goes with candy canes at Christmas), we're saying it's okay to give an afterthought of a gift and not only that but everyone will be real excited about it. I don't feel special getting this chocolate rose, buddy, at least 5 other people in my class got one. In fact, I got one from you and a secret admirer. Think outside the box for goodness sake!

3. The pressure it puts on budding relationships. Throughout middle and high school things that shouldn't have happened happened because of stupid Valentine's Day. Back to 6th grade again, I was at a Valentine's Day party on Valentine's Day. And somehow, like all great personal information in middle school, it got out that my boyfriend and I had not had our first kiss. How ridiculous that we were ELEVEN and had not kissed yet! So thanks to our "good" friends, we were pushed into a bathroom and peer pressured into kissing, taking all the magic out of what a first kiss should be. I don't blame my stupid friends, I blame Valentine's Day. From there on out, Valentine's Day became a day of stupid firsts for me -- first time the cooler, older guy I had a crush on called me, the first time an older but not cooler guy expressed interest and of course, the first time a guy had ever told me that he loved me and it was in writing, in a card, and it was completely premature.


4. Romance makes me uncomfortable. Did you ever see that episode of Sex & The City when Carrie faints while dancing outside of Lincoln Center because all of the big gestures, old fashioned romance put on her by The Russian is too much for her? Well, that's kind of how I feel about romance, it makes me want to throw up or pass out or run away screaming. I remember the first time I ever went on a real Valentine's Day date was with my college boyfriend my freshman year. We were in a real serious (looking back, probably too serious) and long distance relationship. So I went up to New York for the weekend where I was taken on this elaborate, expensive date that ended in a horse & carriage ride in Central Park. I wanted to feel all the normal feelings a girl would feel if this happened to her. But I couldn't help feeling uncomfortable and irritated. Where I should have thought, "I'm the luckiest girl in the world", I thought, "This kinds of thing happens in the movies, it should probably stay that way." When I got back from the weekend, my overly romantic roommate couldn't wait to hear all about it and I think I broke her little romantic heart when I didn't gush in excitement and give her a play by play about my Valentine's Day. In fact, I remember her saying, "Wow.... you're not romantic at all are you?" No... and it's not something I think I will grow into.

5. Cards should NOT be treated as a substitution for your own words. And this just doesn't go for Valentine's Day but for all times you buy a card. Any time I give a card to someone you will not find it without a long or short note on the blank part of the card. Why else would it be there?! Yes, sometimes cards say exactly what you want to say but you can't just leave it there and sign your name. You know why? Because you didn't write the card. It's not your original thought. So if you aren't going to write me a sentence or two with your own original thought, save yourself the three bucks and don't get me a card at all. And it was on Valentine's Day with The Ex that I discovered this is how I felt. He got me a card, signed, "Love, The Ex" and it was a complete disappointment. And if you go to back to number 3, when my high school boyfriend gave me a card to tell me he loved me, he at least wrote in his own words, he did not let the card say it. Although I faulted him for prematurely telling me he loved me, I do give him credit for writing his feelings. Incredible that a 15 year old could figure out how to write a sentence on a card but a 25 year old could not! GAH!

6. When you are single on Valentine's Day, coupled people think you're going to kill yourself.  If I haven't attempted to kill myself the other 364 days of the year (or 365 when it's a leap year) because I'm single, I'm probably not going to kill myself on Valentine's Day. So, please, relax. And please don't set me up. Thank you.

7. Who the fuck is Saint Valentine and what the hell does he have to do with love? Please take a moment to google St. Valentine. Here's what we know about him: He was a priest who stood up for his beliefs and these beliefs pissed off Emperor Claudius II, so Valentine was beaten with clubs, beheaded and executed on February 14th. Knowing that, don't we all find it weird when we say, "Do you want to be my Valentine?" Ummmm not if it ends with me being beaten and beheaded! And does Saint Valentine have anything to do with love? NO. Although some people tried to back pedal and say, "Oh yeah, he totally married people against the wishes of the emperor...." but there's no evidence of that. And basically, his death was just used to get rid of some pagan tradition and instead of celebrating some goddess or something we celebrate Saint Valentine. I think I could be more on board with this holiday if it was just called "Love Day" and we left Saint Valentine and his tragic death out of it.

And that's why I hate Valentine's Day. And that's why I say, No dates? No Valentines? No worries. Because this Valentine's Day, you will find me with friends taking advantage of the cheap champagne special at The Cat & Fiddle.

When I found this image, I laughed for a good 5 minutes.

Worth the Wait? And a Lunch Time Date!

To start, I just want you all to know that I had to create an excel spreadsheet to keep track of all the guys I went on dates with, are going on dates with and may potentially go on dates with. It's hard because they all are so different but then they have some odd similarities. Like, two are on dodge ball teams, five are from or have lived in Chicago, most are in the entertainment industry in some fashion (surprise, surprise) and I'm getting confused on who is who and what their names are. I'm pretty sure I could create one of those logic puzzles with all the information I have. Remember those? They looked like this:

Anyway, the point is, I'm going to be one busy lady and you'll be some busy readers!

Now to recap my last two dates:

One was last night. I was REAL excited for this one, which was REAL foolish BUT on paper this guy was:

1. HOT
2. A musician - and musicians are pretty much my kryptonite which is fitting because I have this whole musician/superman theory - click here to read all about it.
3. Loves road trips!
4. He's older than me, by a good 9 years - which as much as I don't want to admit it I'm pretty sure I need to be dating guys who are at least 4-10 years older than me because the guys who are 30 and younger tend to be hot messes and/or stupidly immature.
5. Played baseball until he graduated high school and still has a strong appreciation for the sport. Also.... I can only imagine that when he was a kid he looked like Benny "The Jet" Rodriguez from Sandlot. Which is weird because that movie was on yesterday and really, c'mon HOW GOOD IS THAT MOVIE?!?! VIDEO CLIP TIME:

Okay, so here I was super pumped to meet this dude who I'll call Hot Musician because as long time readers of Point. Click. Date will know, The Musician is already a character from my past. This musician is way hotter than The Musician, so we'll call him, Hot Musician. I was so pumped to meet him that I invited HIM out first, instead of waiting for him to ask me. I thought it was very 21st century of me. And for the record, my first date option was way cooler than any first date I've ever been offered. I invited him to be my guest to a LACMA member only event and to see the new exhibit. He said yes, I said score! And we made plans to meet there at 7pm.

At exactly 6:22pm he asked if we could push back our meeting time until 7:30pm. This was annoying because I had literally just left my apartment because I wasn't sure what traffic would be like. BUT I agreed and then spent a million years in CVS and ended up buying things I didn't really need.

I arrived at the museum at 7:02pm and which is the same time I get a text message from Hot Musician apologizing for being late. I tell him not to worry and that I just got to the museum. He then let's me know he's stuck in traffic. And I ask him if he knows how long he thinks he'll be and he tells me he's "just a few miles away." That was at about 7:45pm. At 8:20pm - almost AN HOUR after we meet and an HOUR AND A HALF after we were supposed to originally meet he's finally  there. Of course, by this time I'm LIVID. And just so we're all on the same page as daters:

• 5 minutes late? Cool, no big deal.
• 10 minutes late? Not awesome but shit happens.
• 20 minutes late? You better have a damn good excuse.
• 30 minutes late? You're terrible, you're excuse is lame but the date has a slim chance of turning around if you are super good looking and charming.
• 40 minutes or more late? You probably should have just turned around because you just nearly stood me up.

 So, I'm not in the mood at all for this date and for those who know me, "Bitchy Katie" is not someone you want to have a short phone conversation with let alone be on a date with. Hot Musician was all apologetic but through angry eyes he lost his sex appeal. And frankly, I wasn't sure he was worth the wait. Walking through the exhibit, however, calmed me down a bit so we went out to where the LACMA was serving some free quesadillas, sat down and talked a bit.

Nothing like a good quesadilla to make things better. I finally started to open up and be nice when it became 9pm and the event was over and the museum was kicking us out. Shortest date ever?

Well, not exactly because he offered to walk me to my car and then I offered to drive him to his car  (I'm pretty sure this is something that only happens in LA). And before he got out we talked for a while longer. By this time, "Bitchy Katie" is gone, he's talking about making music and I'm sitting there thinking he's the most adorable guy I've ever met. MY STUPID MUSICIAN WEAKNESS! We made vague plans to hang out again and we hug goodbye. Not sure if I will see him again though because I sent him a text about an hour ago and have heard nothing back. AND I KNOW, I KNOW.....I broke my own RULE OF THREE  on a guy who couldn't even show up on time! This is how serious my musician weakness is... I should probably get some kind of help for this.

Well, 2nd date or not, it was good to meet Hot Musician in person because it's always great to meet hot people.

Now on to recap my date from today:

Aw.... this one was too sweet and it was with Adventure Geek. First, we met for lunch at the most adorable cafe called Larchmont Bungalow. I thought we were just meeting for coffee but then the food just looked too good so we ordered lunch. I have to back track a bit though to when he walked in and was wearing what I can only explain as.... Dad jeans? Or jeans that might have been fashionable in the 90s? Please see the photo to the right for a reference point.

Luckily, we sat down nearly right away and I didn't have to be distracted by his ill-fitted and age-inappropriate jeans. Okay, so this is the second guy I've gone out with who needs a makeover? I'm thinking this could be a good career option. Give all the fashionably clueless guys on online dating sites makeovers! $$$$ Cha-ching. $$$$

Back to the date, we're sitting and we're talking about all sorts of things - where we grew up, what we do/did for work (he's does visual effects for movies), where we've traveled, how he climbed Mount Kilimanjaro, how we both went to a lot of events the first week we were in L.A. WAIT..... What?! He climbed freaking Mount Kilimanjaro!?! That's the tallest mountain in Africa and the tallest free standing mountain in the world. Oh and he mountain climbs all the time and dives into underwater caves and goes on safaris and I'm sitting there thinking this guy, this geeky guy who works at a computer all day long, wears terrible jeans and looks like he couldn't run to the corner without getting out of breath let alone climb a freaking tall-ass mountain, this guy is into extreme, adventure sports?! It blew my mind and that's why he's Adventure Geek! He was a total geek but he has these super awesome stories about spelunking and cliff hanging and other craziness. It was a living example of the word "oxymoron."

So, lunch was great because who doesn't want to hear daring, adventure stories from a cute guy? And he was cute! But the geek factor made it impossible me for be "into" him but I really hope that someday, we can be friends and we can go on some stupid, crazy adventure where I stare death in the face and LAUGH.

And that reminded me of this scene in Along Came Polly, another VIDEO CLIP TIME!: