Optihut! :smack: Right Dangit! :rolleyes:
ROFL! Let us know how that works out, would ya’?
Yup. I only sent two, and had no intention of sending more. The first was a followup to our Sunday phone conversation. The second was Wednesday night, wondering if she’d gotten the first one, and trying to settle the details. Again, doesn’t seem unreasonable, to me, but MyMMV.
Yeah, I’ve known some folks like that. But, hers is an earthlink account. She had to sign up for, and pay for, that account. Seems like she oughta use it, once in a while.
Hmmm where to begin…
Flirt - naah I’m too taken and too pregnant to bother with that part of the thread.
Aardvarks - well they are in 3 threads so I think they’re getting a bit passe! (Nope don’t know how to do the little accent thing it ain’t a typo)
Emails - Dave’s got that covered.
Clothes - I’ve already weighed in on that one.
Music - Well I stand by my assertion that Creed is metal (maybe a lighter metal like aluminum - certainly not as heavy as iron) as alternative (what was once the catch all for the really funky stuff) has morphed into angry grunge music. I don’t really find Creed all that angry though and they play it around here on the harder rock/metal/alternative stations I listen to.
Typos - Sure I make typos! Doesn’t everybody?
So it is Friday - Yayayayyayayayayyayay - how are the nerves the day before the big date?
Are you saying the aardvark has jumped the shark? I’d pay money to see that! 
Shush, you! I’m trying to let them dogs lie. Don’t go stirrin’ em up. 
Why, thankee kindly sir. How you do run on! <bats eyelids>
Davebear, you’re absolutely right. It was a stupid thing to do. Not to hijack, but I feel the need to defend myself. I just moved out of this particular town, and was back for the weekend to tie up some loose ends. I needed a place to stay, and he had offered. We had been hanging out for the past 6 months, and had had many conversations about our respective love lives. I had made it ABSOLUTELY CLEAR that I wasn’t interested. I thought we were friends. Poor, stupid, naive me–I thought I could trust the guy. That’s my problem–I tend to trust people too much, and to attribute my own motives to them, when theirs are less innocent. But then, us southern belles expect to be treated like ladies by the gentlemen. (hijack over)
So Dave–heard from your lady yet? Do you know when and where to pick her up?
October, I don’t think you necessarily did a bad or stupid thing, it’s just that the guy turned stupid on you. What can ya do?
tanookie, such is the hideous generic nature of Creed. They are played on many hard rock/alternative stations, and also on lite rock/near-easy-listening/pop stations. Their sound is formulated for mass appeal and marketing–theirs was the first CD for which I remember seeing magazine and television advertisements.
Good luck Dave!!!
sits drumming fingers and looking at the clock… come Onnnnn, Theresa, Call, Call, Call,Call, Call … looking at watch, come onnnnnnnnnnn…
So, Dave! seen any good concerts Doh!! <movies>, that’s it, ::Movies::, seen any good Movies lately?
_trying to single-handedly provide enough typos to feed a poor hungry aardvark…
See, there’s your problem. You actually believe that meant something to him. Guys are like cats. You know how, when you say “No!” to a cat, it actually hears “Not now”? Guys are the same way. When a woman says “I’m not interested”, we hear “I’m not interested, right now. Maybe later.”
Yes, I know this is a gross simplification, and an unfair generalization. It’s my thread. I can do that. 
Lemme check! Maybe…no. 
sigh When she said we’d “play it by ear”, I thought she meant the dinner situation, not the whole damn date.
‘ppreciate the vibes, good buddy. Ain’t workin’, though.
Movies? Umm…sure! I musta seen a good movie, recently. Lemme think. There was …uh…Hampton Potter and the…no, that’s not it. Theresa of Arabia? No. Wait a minute. Beauty and the Beast!? No, that was a dream. Sorry. I guess not. I watched Hampton Beach Drifter, on TV last night. Does that…AAARrrgh!
Okay, so everyone’s either fed up with this thread or has gone away for the weekend. Well, that’s okay. I’ll pretend someone’s listening. It’s almost as good.
So, here it is, D Day, and I still haven’t heard from Theresa. Crap! Now, I have to call. Well, all right. I have the cell phone number, so at least I won’t have to make a major ass of myself, calling her businesses 18 times. Ring, ring “Hello. You have reached a prepaid blah blah blah is not available at this time.” Click CRAP!
Now, I have to call the damn store. Ring, ring
Hello, ____'s
Hi. Is Theresa in?
No, she isn’t.
Can I leave her a message?
Well, if you call the other location, she should be there, right now.
CRAP! I’ve heard this, before. But, I laugh, because the situation is just so ludicrous it demands laughter, and dial the other number.
Hello, ____'s
Hi. Can I leave a message for Theresa? not playin that game, any more
This is Theresa.
Aaargh! Great! Now she’ll know I’m a moron.
Hi! This is Dave…blah blah blah…where and when I should pick you up?
Blah blah blah neutral territory blah blah…meet me blah blah…
sigh
So, she’s afraid to let me pick her up at her house, even though I walked her home, the night we met, and watched her unlock the door. Like she was safe, then, but now that we’re going on a “date”, I might try to burst into her home. Not that I’d even call this a date. I’m meeting her at her favorit bar; the one she goes to because she knows people, there. This sounds like me just driving three hours (round trip) to “hang out” with her. Crap! That’s not what I signed up for! I don’t want to be “one of the gang”.
sigh
So. No rose, of any color. No dressing up. I’ll still wear shoes and long pants, instead of the sandals and shorts I think would probably be more appropriate, just in case. No renting a room for the night, to avoid being up until four am. I suspect this is going to be an early evening, for her. I’ll still have that long drive home to look forward to. Crap! Crap, crap, crap!
I’ve got to get out of this mood, before I get there, or I might as well not go, at all. I need chocolate.
Oh man
I’ll be keeping my fingers crossed nonetheless that your mood lifts up and that things do turn out all right after all… I guess I am just too much a fan of happy endings
Oh, {{{{{Davebear}}}}}. Darling man, do you ALWAYS shoot yourself down like this before a date? Call. The. Woman’s. Cell. She is waiting for you. We women still, against all reason, expect YOU to call US. Get over the self doubt. You are wonderful. She said yes, didn’t she? Give yourself a break. Stop expecting the worst.
Pep talk from Mama Maureen officially over. (I don’t care how much older you are than I, although I suspect not as much as you think).
Call her, dear one. Have a nice night.
Ah, sorry, missed the “not available” recording thing.
Still. Go have fun. Don’t kill it before it even gets going!!
But Maureen… Dave did call her. He reached her at the second place and during that discussion she told him not to pick her up at home.
Or at least that’s how I read the post.
I know. Will I never learn to hit “preview?” apparently not. But I think he’s shooting himself in the foot, just because she sees a good thing and doesn’t want to ruin it by rushing.
Ah, ok, now that’s a different story. I am keeping my fingers crossed then and hope that your theory is right
Well, Davebear, maybe you’ll still have a wonderful time and you’ll end up seeing her again. Just don’t assume the worst – mood swings will kill you before a date? Is it what I think it is? Oh damn, there’s a hint of a clue that it’s not – THE WORLD IS COMING TO AN END!! – wait, maybe she DOES like me, THERE ARE RAINBOWS ON EVERY HORIZON – wait, was that another clue that it’s not perfect?
Etc. etc. etc.
Just go, have a pleasant time, maybe she wants her friends to vet you out before she decides to date you for real, and in any case, you’ll at least have had a Real Date. Kinda. Sorta.
STAY POSITIVE! Ever heard of a self fullfilling prophecy? It’ll be great. You guys initially met at a bar, right? THAT night turned out ok right?
Her friends probably got her all freaked out about going on a date with someone she met at a bar, that’s probably why she’s being super cautious. But hey, that means she’s smart. A good quality!
Everything will be fine, don’t fret.
Good Lord, Davebear. I leave for a week and you find yourself a gal. Good for you! 
(And I hope that things with Sherri continue to go semi-smoothly, too, by the way.) When I first saw this thread title I said, “Oh no!” but was thrilled to see that it was much more positive and promising than I was expecting.
I’m sorry your Date Plans didn’t work out exactly the way you were wanting it to, but I bet you still can and will have a great time. It’s kind of puzzling and disappointing that she doesn’t want you to pick her up, I guess, but I think you might be over-reacting. (You? Over-react? Never! ;)) She might just be trying to be cautious, like lezlers said. Which is probably a smart move on her part, because, after all, you could be a crazy stalker.
::with hands on hips:: My point is that, like the others, I think you’re letting yourself get a little carried away. Things will probably turn out fine. You’ve certainly got a group back here cheering you on. Good luck and please keep us posted.
It’s sad, but tomorrow I’ll probably go through all the annoying-ness of dialing up and getting on the internet (since I won’t be at work, where I have carte blanche to high speed internet and futzing around on the SDMB) JUST to see how Dave’s date went…
Gosh! Where did all the peoples come from? The joint was empty when I left. Well, I wouldn’t want October’s efforts to be in vain ;), so here’s the scoop. I was wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong! And, I can’t remember ever being happier about being wrong, before.
Okay, so the meeting her at the bar was still a little strange, but she smiled at me, and that all went away. I had managed to convince myself that I was going to find some way of enjoying myself, even if she only had one drink with me and then left. (Yes, being positive, and all that happy horseshit.) I was all set to go see Dr Harp, again, since I knew he was playing up there, again, if that was the best I could do. So unnecessary.
The not answering email thing is just a quirk of hers. Had nothing to do with me, which is what I suspected (still annoying, though). The weird phone thing is a calling card she uses. And, I now have her home phone number, and orders (a strong invitation, really) to call her tomorrow. I might do that. If I’m not too busy. snicker Yeah, right!
Oh, and her birthday is 8 days after mine. Now I understand! (I’ve gotten crap from people here, before, for mentioning astrology, but they can just bite me. Hard.) What do you get, when you put two single, horny Librans of appropriate gender-orientations together? Enough sexual energy to light the eastern seaboard, for a week. OMIGOD, can that woman kiss! And, apparently, she thinks pretty highly of my technique, too.
She likes to snuggle, too, which is nice. Very, very nice, actually. I was surprised at how well that worked, sitting on a bench, watching the waves. It turns out she’s actually only 4’11". I’m 6’2". You’d think that would make it awkward. It didn’t.
I’ll probably have more to add, tomorrow, when I’m coherent. But, let me know if I’m leaving out important parts. I’m off to bed, now, and some really sweet dreams, I’d imagine.
Oh, and thank you all for your interest. 'Tis most appreciated.