Gather round, ye Massassians, and I will recount the time I, Loser McLoseShorts Grismath, (tried to) orchestrate operation 007: 4 dates in one weekend.
I'll admit it. I'm something of a chauvinist. Not a PageWizard, mind you, but I don't mind the occasional crack at the fairer sex. I think it's in part of my upbringing in an all male school, and also compensation for my knowing nothing about the ways of women. But one night, it dawned on me:
I was cruising the dance floor at some obscure girl's school, meeting girls all around and having a generally great time, when I saw all the typically 'cool kids' from my school huddled in depresseed grouplets and getting shot down each time they mustered the courage to ask a girl from this school (where they knew no one going in) to dance. And so I thought: How am I any different from them? Perhaps they look better, and have the aura of hanging out with each other to boost one another's confidence, but me, the lonely wolf, got far more pickins than they...
Which led me to my brilliant plan. I thought that if the only thing I lacked was the cajones to ask people out, if I just got over that, I'd have it made. Going to an all-male school, we typically draw from all-girls schools. These girls usually hang out with their peers from those schools, and rarely see girls from other girl's schools. Hence: I could go polar opposites on myself and flaunt my disdain for girls these days by being something of a player. I got to work scheduling.
Unfortunately, both Friday night girls were snowed out, and there was an agonizing moment when I was positive my reputation had been ruined in the tri-county area forever, but Miss Saturday and Miss Sunday were a 'go'.
MISS SATURDAY:
On Saturday, I was to take one of the 'cool girls' out after musical practice. Coincidentally, I pulled in to the parking lot right next to her blasting Lynard Skynard with shades on and in a swank leather jacket, and apparently my shirt matched her keychain. A good omen?
Apparently not. On the way out of practice, which I cut the end of to go with this girl, I heard her saying to one of her friends on the way out "This is not a date. This is not a date." Fair enough, I didn't exactly intend it as such, we all have to start somewhere, no? But when I got into my car, she was getting into hers, not mine. There was some question as to whether we should still go. She made a point of immediately telling me "oh yeah, I don't have any money."
I can roll with the punches, I pulled out, and she followed, and I was mallward bound. Well, that is until I took a wrong turn off the highway and suddenly went into autopilot. Yes, we were halfway to my house when she pulled off to the side. And no, I didn't have her number to consult, either. So I jumped out and we talked. I told her I knew a way to get back on the highway in the opposite direction, and I'd take her back to school.
On the way back, I was mighty embarassed, and some song was playing on the radio "I still haven't found what I'm looking for". I almost crashed merging, and when she saw the sign for the mall, that's where she went, even though I was in the exit. So left the scene to the sounds of her honking and went back to school, alone.
I drove home and collapsed in bed, and a couple hour later sent a well constructed e-mail that complimented her, elicited her sympathy, and ensured she wouldn't slander my mistake around her peerage.
MISS SUNDAY:
Miss Sunday is one of those rich prep school girls, who applied to all the Ivies, and if she doesn't get in will apparently take an off-year and try again. When we set up the date, she originally suggested lunch, but the two places she hinted at were ~$20 per person. Yeah right. (My original quad-date budget was around $100! but I actually ended up operating at a profit...)
I called this girl the day of with an excuse to get out of lunch. She suddenly had a lot to do and said I could come over to her house for only an hour. I ended up spending three. Cha-ching. :\
We played pool, and she beat me the first time. Then we played some darts and even though I wasn't wearing my glasses, sharpshooter Gris beat her. All amidst rousing conversation. Then we played MarioKart '64, which she won, and then (the best part) we hooked up her NES and played DuckHunt. We then hooked up the SNES and played Street Fighter World Warrior (E. Honda is awesome) and SMB2. We played pool once more and I won.
I had a ton of fun (doing all that would've been fun even if it weren't with a hot girl) and potentially secured a ticket to her prom.
I still have a lot of options for mine. ;]
Anyway, that was pretty much my entry into the dating world these days, it's a foreign land to me that I haven't visited in a year, and it seems pretty interesting.
I'll admit it. I'm something of a chauvinist. Not a PageWizard, mind you, but I don't mind the occasional crack at the fairer sex. I think it's in part of my upbringing in an all male school, and also compensation for my knowing nothing about the ways of women. But one night, it dawned on me:
I was cruising the dance floor at some obscure girl's school, meeting girls all around and having a generally great time, when I saw all the typically 'cool kids' from my school huddled in depresseed grouplets and getting shot down each time they mustered the courage to ask a girl from this school (where they knew no one going in) to dance. And so I thought: How am I any different from them? Perhaps they look better, and have the aura of hanging out with each other to boost one another's confidence, but me, the lonely wolf, got far more pickins than they...
Which led me to my brilliant plan. I thought that if the only thing I lacked was the cajones to ask people out, if I just got over that, I'd have it made. Going to an all-male school, we typically draw from all-girls schools. These girls usually hang out with their peers from those schools, and rarely see girls from other girl's schools. Hence: I could go polar opposites on myself and flaunt my disdain for girls these days by being something of a player. I got to work scheduling.
Unfortunately, both Friday night girls were snowed out, and there was an agonizing moment when I was positive my reputation had been ruined in the tri-county area forever, but Miss Saturday and Miss Sunday were a 'go'.
MISS SATURDAY:
On Saturday, I was to take one of the 'cool girls' out after musical practice. Coincidentally, I pulled in to the parking lot right next to her blasting Lynard Skynard with shades on and in a swank leather jacket, and apparently my shirt matched her keychain. A good omen?
Apparently not. On the way out of practice, which I cut the end of to go with this girl, I heard her saying to one of her friends on the way out "This is not a date. This is not a date." Fair enough, I didn't exactly intend it as such, we all have to start somewhere, no? But when I got into my car, she was getting into hers, not mine. There was some question as to whether we should still go. She made a point of immediately telling me "oh yeah, I don't have any money."
I can roll with the punches, I pulled out, and she followed, and I was mallward bound. Well, that is until I took a wrong turn off the highway and suddenly went into autopilot. Yes, we were halfway to my house when she pulled off to the side. And no, I didn't have her number to consult, either. So I jumped out and we talked. I told her I knew a way to get back on the highway in the opposite direction, and I'd take her back to school.
On the way back, I was mighty embarassed, and some song was playing on the radio "I still haven't found what I'm looking for". I almost crashed merging, and when she saw the sign for the mall, that's where she went, even though I was in the exit. So left the scene to the sounds of her honking and went back to school, alone.
I drove home and collapsed in bed, and a couple hour later sent a well constructed e-mail that complimented her, elicited her sympathy, and ensured she wouldn't slander my mistake around her peerage.
MISS SUNDAY:
Miss Sunday is one of those rich prep school girls, who applied to all the Ivies, and if she doesn't get in will apparently take an off-year and try again. When we set up the date, she originally suggested lunch, but the two places she hinted at were ~$20 per person. Yeah right. (My original quad-date budget was around $100! but I actually ended up operating at a profit...)
I called this girl the day of with an excuse to get out of lunch. She suddenly had a lot to do and said I could come over to her house for only an hour. I ended up spending three. Cha-ching. :\
We played pool, and she beat me the first time. Then we played some darts and even though I wasn't wearing my glasses, sharpshooter Gris beat her. All amidst rousing conversation. Then we played MarioKart '64, which she won, and then (the best part) we hooked up her NES and played DuckHunt. We then hooked up the SNES and played Street Fighter World Warrior (E. Honda is awesome) and SMB2. We played pool once more and I won.
I had a ton of fun (doing all that would've been fun even if it weren't with a hot girl) and potentially secured a ticket to her prom.
I still have a lot of options for mine. ;]
Anyway, that was pretty much my entry into the dating world these days, it's a foreign land to me that I haven't visited in a year, and it seems pretty interesting.