Starring in someone else's blog (sort of)
There is something strangely exciting about reading about yourself in some random guy's blog. Okay, "random" is a wrong -- cruel, even -- term.
I have a lot of back-issues to go into (particularly months of dating a younger guy and how my theories on love and relationships have once again been debunked), but for now let's skip all that.
I recently started dating this guy, P, who happens to be a geek. Not a geek in the "otaku"/fanboy/obsessed-over-gadgets/games/fandom kind of a way. I mean geek as in socially awkward, awful hairstyle, awful clothes -- but with the potential to be really handsome if only he knew how. Think 9gag boys, forever alone, friendzoned and all that. (Yes, I've been addicted to 9gag lately.) And he has a blog, and lately, I'm the star of that blog. Okay, that's a total exaggeration. But sort of.
He actually does not know I've been reading his blog. I didn't even know he had a blog, until I Googled him (I know, I google my dates whut), and his blog jumped right at me. And for a blog that just anyone could find if they searched for your full name, it was filled with juicy stuff, and I spent two entire nights reading and only got back until around September last year. I guess this was to be expected, considering his blog specifically chronicles his being a bachelor. Think: How I Met Your Mother. Except the main protagonist seems to suit The Big Bang Theory better.
In any case, I now find myself checking his blog every night. I don't know... I guess at this point where I'm not that emotionally invested in him yet, I'm finding knowledge and information my best allies. And where else to get those than from the source itself?
I have a boring codename by the way: Doctor Number Two. Who's Doctor Number One? I haven't read that far back. But I do know at this point, he still believes in soulmates and true love. I just know that's going to be a problem soon enough.
Anyway, in the spirit of reciprocity, let me blog a bit about him.
I met him through a common friend, sometime last December. I was having another one of the most epic fights with younger guy, M and at that time, decided to break up with him. In my rage, I asked a friend to set me up with anyone, and in the most urgent of times, P was who my friend came up with.
M and I were able to fix our shit soon after, but being the relationship-fail person that I am, I continued to meet with P. We would go on dinner dates and movies almost every week, but rarely communicated between those dates.
M and I eventually fell apart, and I think permanently, for now. The last time I spoke with him was in the first week of January, and once again, being the user, ego-tripper girl that I am, I texted P and invited him to watch Sherlock Holmes with me. He agreed and said something like, "Thanks for asking me, I think it's the first time a girl ever asked me out."
Idk about you, but that is just adorable. In an abnormal, awkward-geek kind of a way.
Oh, and just to support my "socially-awkward" definition of P, a day after our movie date, he texted me something like this: "Sorry if I didn't put my arm around you when you were feeling cold. It's because we're only still dating and I didn't think it was appropriate. Hope you understand." OMG I almost died reading that. :)))
Something I already know about myself but remembered because of P: I really can fit with anyone. :)
I'll be seeing him on Sunday again. Hopefully our Sun-date will be blog-worthy --- either for him or for me. ♥
I have a lot of back-issues to go into (particularly months of dating a younger guy and how my theories on love and relationships have once again been debunked), but for now let's skip all that.
I recently started dating this guy, P, who happens to be a geek. Not a geek in the "otaku"/fanboy/obsessed-over-gadgets/games/fandom kind of a way. I mean geek as in socially awkward, awful hairstyle, awful clothes -- but with the potential to be really handsome if only he knew how. Think 9gag boys, forever alone, friendzoned and all that. (Yes, I've been addicted to 9gag lately.) And he has a blog, and lately, I'm the star of that blog. Okay, that's a total exaggeration. But sort of.
He actually does not know I've been reading his blog. I didn't even know he had a blog, until I Googled him (I know, I google my dates whut), and his blog jumped right at me. And for a blog that just anyone could find if they searched for your full name, it was filled with juicy stuff, and I spent two entire nights reading and only got back until around September last year. I guess this was to be expected, considering his blog specifically chronicles his being a bachelor. Think: How I Met Your Mother. Except the main protagonist seems to suit The Big Bang Theory better.
In any case, I now find myself checking his blog every night. I don't know... I guess at this point where I'm not that emotionally invested in him yet, I'm finding knowledge and information my best allies. And where else to get those than from the source itself?
I have a boring codename by the way: Doctor Number Two. Who's Doctor Number One? I haven't read that far back. But I do know at this point, he still believes in soulmates and true love. I just know that's going to be a problem soon enough.
Anyway, in the spirit of reciprocity, let me blog a bit about him.
I met him through a common friend, sometime last December. I was having another one of the most epic fights with younger guy, M and at that time, decided to break up with him. In my rage, I asked a friend to set me up with anyone, and in the most urgent of times, P was who my friend came up with.
M and I were able to fix our shit soon after, but being the relationship-fail person that I am, I continued to meet with P. We would go on dinner dates and movies almost every week, but rarely communicated between those dates.
M and I eventually fell apart, and I think permanently, for now. The last time I spoke with him was in the first week of January, and once again, being the user, ego-tripper girl that I am, I texted P and invited him to watch Sherlock Holmes with me. He agreed and said something like, "Thanks for asking me, I think it's the first time a girl ever asked me out."
Idk about you, but that is just adorable. In an abnormal, awkward-geek kind of a way.
Oh, and just to support my "socially-awkward" definition of P, a day after our movie date, he texted me something like this: "Sorry if I didn't put my arm around you when you were feeling cold. It's because we're only still dating and I didn't think it was appropriate. Hope you understand." OMG I almost died reading that. :)))
Something I already know about myself but remembered because of P: I really can fit with anyone. :)
I'll be seeing him on Sunday again. Hopefully our Sun-date will be blog-worthy --- either for him or for me. ♥