Exams were coming to a close. The infamous Dec.21st (also known as the last day of exams) was a mere day away. Things with The Nick Name were at a standstill, caught somewhere between a window and a wall space. But as a major advocate for dating more than one person at a time. You can damn well bet I had some other boys in the mix.
In fact I find with the flakiness of people in general, the inexactitude of online dating and the general retardation of boys on POF it’s a good general rule to keep a whole bowl of chex (fix link) mix in circulation at your boy party. Because after all. Cheerios can get soggy. Peanuts are a cheap staple that you can do better than and frankly pretzels can cut ya! So best to keep refilling and tossing that bowl so that the quality bits can find their way to the top. Just Sayin’
So with exams (and apparently things with The Nick Name) over. It was time to stick my hand back in the bowl and hopefully pull a cheezie. Lucky for me there was a guy waiting on my exams to be finished so we could go out. A new “something” if you will. And his name. The PhD.
Education: PhD. Ecology and Statistics
Honestly it all happened rather fast. In fact almost as an exact opposite to the situation with The Nick Name. He messaged me on POF. Within about 5 back and forths he asked me out. I told him about exams. He could wait he said. Then exams came and went. I texted All done! He responded with When is good for you? I answered Thursday. Thursday at 7 he said. Look at this dude I thought. Handling shit. People think it’s so simple. Making a plan. Taking control. But honestly. In dating. In the dating I’ve experienced. Balls are very rare. Where should we meet? I asked. Name of local billiard place he answered and included the address in the text too. Boy had been prepared. *Denzel Washington Voice* My Man!
Thursday rolled around. I got gussied up as per usual and went to meet my new “something”. I was full of nerves. For a couple of reasons. One. Because we’d had such minimal chatter beforehand, we knew very little about each other. Two. Ever since my brother said those fateful words:
Well. Let’s just say I’m trying to learn to take things with a grain of salt. And thus, did ThePhD even have a PhD in fact? And finally. Three. Though the third reason could almost be split. A little 3A and 3B if you will. 3A being that as of yet. As of just his photos. As of his blonde hair. I wasn’t so sure I’d be attracted to him. Like at all. And then 3B was the affective factor of TheNickName on my perception of attraction. Sure we weren’t going to be dating. But honestly it’d only been a few days. I was still hopeful for some other…attention. And honestly I have this theory. And it seems pretty straightforward. Common sense like. But I’ll explain nonetheless.
The thing is. If I’ve gone out with a guy and let’s say I rate the whole overall experience as a 6/10. And there’s a new guy in the mix. With the unknown but suspected potential of an 8/10 experience. But also the potential to be a 2/10 experience. If I was given only one choice. Could only go on one date. No backsies. I’d take the 6/10. I’d take the dude I’d already met. The one I was certain wouldn’t embarrass me in public. Wouldn’t be a TOTAL dud. Etc. Now in real life this never happens. There’s no one saying YOU CAN ONLY GO ON ONE DATE! But the point of my story is this. Sure I’d go out with the PhD. But my excitement will always be less and my nervousness/anxiety oh so much more with the new guy. Just Sayin’.
But not one to shy away from a chance. Let alone a chance with someone who at least has the potential to be my unicorn. My own personal version of a unicorn. Because after all wasn’t it me who said, “I Want To Lick You Brain” (fix link) I want to fondle your frontal lobes. I want to get complex with your cortex. I went to meet ThePhD. In Kits. To play pool. And see what’s what.
And there he was. I saw him right away. Looking basically exactly like his pictures. And the first thing he said after hello? The bar had some weird rule (or lack of extensive liquor license) that drinks couldn’t be taken into the billards section of the bar. Awesome I thought. Fuck me. I don’t even get a chance to get my bearings before I have to awkwardly break it to ThePhD that I don’t drink? Ugh. He takes it well. Finishes his beer while we chat. And then we head on over to the pool tables.
The chatter is. Well. Pretty good. I find out he’s American. Just finished his PhD at UBC in Ecology and Statistics. He spends most of his days behind a computer crunching numbers and doing science-y things. He’s done a ton of travelling (like myself) [something I found very bizarre with both Trucker Joe and The Nick Name having neither done much travelling nor having a desire to really pursue it any further]. All is going quite swimmingly. He’s letting my cheat. Which I always do when I play pool. And making mildly cheesy remarks about being awarded penalties for the cheating later. When it happens. He says something that well. I don’t know. Just doesn’t sit well with me.
To Be Continued…Here: The PhD (part two): Never Let Them Take You to a Second Location
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