he says...

the subject of a previous post took it upon himself to tell his side of the story. and, being the wordy nut that he is, i edited his "insights" into a smaller, more digestible post. so here's the dirt...

RECONNAISANCE, AND PRECONCEPTIONS.

consented to blind date again. being slightly inebriated and totally off guard that evening helped. these blind dates are going to be the end of me as i know me. that would be a pity.

gotta do my own research. my female cabinet members (a.k.a. sources) drew blanks on this girl. i wondered if she was a real person, and if this was a genuine setup. the only thing i'd been told was that she was chinese and in the vicinity of my age -- the two absolute minimums i required before consenting. i usually always require more objective information to go along for 3rd party check. i had no intention of repeating previous fiascos.

*editing occured here.*

without prompting, the matchmaker emailed me pictures of her. the pictures definitely screwed up my preferred mode of operation by pinning a face on someone i hadn’t gotten to know yet.

1) she surfs? hmm. relatively unusual. didn’t think surfing existed as a pastime here. i play airsoft wargames. 2 weird people on a date. cool.

2) she's 5' 7". that’s tall. no heels please, i’m merely 1.5 inches taller. heels would hurt if she decided to walk over me (not that i’m into that). plus, i like to think i'm enough of a heel already. har har.

i was told he'd sent her pics of me.

"which ones?" i asked. i've always made it a point to never have a decent presentable picture with the barkada for precisely this reason.
"oh..you know...the pics last week," he replied with a stupid smirk.
"@#$%^&*!!!"
"and i told her they weren't your worst shots yet..."
"hindi ka naman galit sa kanya, ha?"
"at paano mo alam hindi ako galit ako sa iyo?"
"galit ka sa aming dalawa! bullet day, i will giant you!"

armed with an email and pics to match, i proceeded with a quick friendster check. i knew this stupid friendster thing -- this INFERNAL JOLOGS DEVICE (of which i am a user anyway... tsk tsk) -- would come in handy sometime. i checked on the certified womanizers i knew and there she was.

1) she's from *insert name of private girl's school here*. (sorry guys, don't like putting too much info on my blog.) awwww, crap! precisely what i needed to avoid! extremely high maintenance creatures that have extra special rules for courtship and dating that apply only to their breed. *segment edited out because it has little bearing on blog owner. interested parties, leave me a message.*

2) she's from the state university. ah, now we're talking. should be mostly down-to-earth (as opposed to other colleges... like mine) and relatively street-smart. perhaps the university influence will help neutralize the fairytale influence of high school.

3) she finished architecture. precisely what i wanted to take up, except fate had other plans. she must be smart and studious then.

4) friendster profile. quite open and relatively honest, as far as friendster profiles go (if you can take anything on friendster at face value). has no qualms about posting pics of herself. outgoing? person with 400+ contacts? *edit edit* can probably kick my teeth in if i ain't careful.
note to self: BEHAVE!

5) so she likes to read and cook. good things in a girl, definitely.

6) she’s active religiously. church groupie or something. i hope she ain’t one of those bible-thumping zealot wackos. because if she is, this is doomed. she’s either gonna run away screaming or i’m gonna burst into flames. or both. wouldn’t that be a sight.

D-DAY

*blah blah blah. unimportant details, although admittedly a fun read.*

AFTERMATH

1) victim arrived at the appointed place 5 minutes after the appointed hour of execution. fashionably late. acceptable. waiting is a man's most miserable lot in life after all.

2) she's wearing jeans. CRIKEY! i'm overdressed. she bamboozled me into wearing something more formal than shirt and jeans. clever git. this is probably a good thing, since my friday-and-weekend attire consists of ripped jeans and faded t-shirt.
2a) she’s clean. duh.
2b) simple taste. no makeup, no senyorita long nails, no manicure, no excessive jewelry, no fancy shit. definite plus.
2c) pretty in her own way. not necessarily my type. but what do i know? last girls i liked and/or went after weren’t my type at first.
2d) looks much younger in person. whew.
2e) possesses mischievous catty smile. all she needed were whiskers. hmm.

3) she is talkative. can carry a conversation by herself. oh good. that means i just let her talk and let her play her cards and respond accordingly. play the ambush game. sounds like a plan.

4) sounds like a person who can take care of herself. good. don’t want someone i have to babysit. damsels-in-distress are so last millennium and forgettably so.
4a) she commutes. definitely no princess here. whew.

5) seems like a nutty girl. not bad.
5a) she has an axe to grind. i know an axe when i see one. and apparently, so does she. not good. potential personality clash here. i wonder how big that axe of hers is. (note to self: tread carefully while probing her tolerance)

*scrub. post-date info, irrelevant. again, buzz me if you really want to know.*

6) accidentally finished our pineapple dessert by myself. HOLY SCHMACKAREL! I’M NEVER GONNA HEAR THE END OF THIS!!! i owe her a pineapple fruit dessert.
6a) had to finish our mango fruit dessert too. hmm. subject is weight conscious. figure conscious. understandable. maybe too much so? but is that a bad thing?

7) 45 minutes of entanglement. ideal timespan. nice and quick. long enough to take each other’s measure, short enough to leave possible sequel. must not drag too long lest subject entertain thoughts of homicide. *writer was being overly dramatic. edit!* i gotta call it, for my sake, if not hers. subject seems willing to follow alpha dog temperament. good. nobody likes a dominatrix.

8) subject offered to pay for her share of the bill. a mere gesture, i’m sure, but appreciated nonetheless. I like to think i’m only half uncivilized of a barbarian. genghis khan and the mongol hordes weren’t all thugs after all.

9) probably the kind of girl who knows to tell a guy, “NO”. won’t just ignore a guy and hope he goes away. won’t speak in hints. that’s good. it’s the frikking new millennium and women oughtta be more assertive. nobody likes the guessing game.
9a) maybe the kind of girl who will play with a guy too. hmm. be vewwy vewwy caweful.
9b) she made it clear this was just one of many blind dates and no commitment at all. nice and clear. betrays some insecurities perhaps?

10) has enough personality and character. not the kind of girl to fade away if this does not work out romantically. plus one thousand pretty points for that. wraiths are no good after all. an interesting -– if colorful -- friendship could develop.

i now resume my regularly scheduled programming.

by garrkulet

now, that wasn't so bad, wasn't it? *cheshire cat grin*