They Sacrifice Virgins, Don't They?

This is when it occurs to me that this whole blogging idea might not be very kind of me. However, I couldn't have scripted a more entertaining outcome for my first dating experiment, I mean experience, so I am going forward. I will continue with my long standing radio tradition of giving these guys nicknames to protect the not so innocent. Or in this case, the very, very innocent. This guy will henceforth be known as Junior due to our age disparity.

Prior to arranging a date with Junior I had concerns that perhaps he was buying into Cougar propaganda. Oh Irony, thy name is...Junior. Point to Junior, the first words out of his mouth were that I look just like my picture. No false advertising here, I never understood the point of that anyway. Also point to him for looking exactly like his picture too. He's a cutie pie. We meet at Starbucks at 8:00, I like the idea of keeping it casual and stress free the first time out. 20 minutes into the "let's get to know each other" conversation the first bomb is dropped. He has NEVER been on a date before. Never. Recently one of my dear friends taught me a technique for not saying the first thing that comes to mind, he suggests singing a verse of Sailing by Christopher Cross. Inside my head: Well it's not far down to paradise, at least's not for me
If the wind is right you can sail away and find tranquility.  Then I am distracted by the idea that Junior probably wasn't even born when that song was out. Then I can't control myself any longer. How can I not ask? How is it that you have never been on a date? The only explanation offered was that he was shy. I was trying to be open minded, but this? The conversation resumes and shortly thereafter he also adds that he lives at home still. Of course he does. Why, why, why would you try going out with me? We discussed my age at length, so it is not like he thought I was 21. With that level of experience, and his housing situation, going much younger seems to be the best path. Anyhow, I wrap up the date as quickly as possible and as we are leaving he asks me out again. I tell him to text me tomorrow, thus giving myself time to compose a kindly written WTF text/message for him. End of date: 8:43.

Seriously, who thinks to question a potential date if they still live with their parents or if they have ever had sex before? This shit would never happen to Carrie Bradshaw. Clearly this isn't Sex In The City. Welcome back to the magical,mystical ride that is dating. All aboard!!

4 Dozen Cookies And 8 Pies

Welcome to The Dating Daytripper.

I decided today that I was going to start a blog about my adventures in dating. As with many of my life decisions, I ran it by Facebook for input from my vast array of "friends". Not regarding IF I was going to do the blog, but rather what I should call it. My favorite suggestion was from my former morning show partner, to call it "4 Dozen Cookies And 8 Pies". I loved this because the story behind it is wonderful insight into my personality.  Once, a relatively new boyfriend of mine was having a birthday soon and had remarked to me the previous birthday had been the worst of his life. As always, I jumped in with both feet and decided it was my personal responsibility to make this the BEST birthday ever! His one day was extended into an entire week of gifting. By the end of that week I had given him: 4 dozen cookies, multiple pies (I still hold firm that 8 is an exaggeration), flowers, cupcakes, and IPod and his favorite CD. This is very indicative of my all or nothing personality. If I am doing to do it, I am going to DO IT. Therefore, the very title of this entire blog, Dating Daytripper is my attempt at personal reform. I am not taking the world tour of dating, just taking the little day trips of dating and reporting back. 

I joined a dating website on Saturday. I have done this before, but this one is more interesting to me because it made me answer a ton of questions, then it judges me. See the graph below, the middle is normal.

While I know this isn't quite scientific, I don't find fault with their results. I do however see the humor in the fact that I am way below the norm in the romantic department. After putting my personality into a graph, it then tells me how similar all other people on the site are to me. This is based on how many questions that they answered as I did. I am shooting for at least 70 percent similar before agreeing to go out with someone. Unless they are hot. Really hot. Just kidding. But here is the interesting thing. I very rarely have people my own age reaching out to me on this site, the average age is about 27. I guess people think this cougar thing is a real phenomenon. I am going to be a disappointment on that front. On the positive side for them, I look just like my picture (it's brand new), I am sure that almost never happens.

This seemed like a perfect time to start dating again to me, quite simply because I don't care. I mean that in the best way. I'm happy, finally. I don't need someone, so I really don't take it personally when a guy isn't interested. Any outcome is interesting to me. I love to study humanity, and what better way is there to do just that than dating?

I am starting easy with my first date tonight, 29 year old Junior at Starbucks. This date was set up before I set my specifications of 70% similar. He is only 35% similar, and he's 29. Let the adventure begin, and as the picture above states, there will be no whining here!