Ok so as some may know, I read Kennigit's online dating blog and thought "fuck it I'll sign up on that site too and see what happens" (I made a joke blog about that, but I actually did sign up and make a real profile and whatnot). So I made my goal for the summer to meet at least one really interesting / good looking person. I finally accomplished my goal, and with one week to spare left in my summer break. Once I told her about my Starcraft team managing skills she melted like butter in my arms.
But seriously, so I went on my first "date" today. And I'm here to ask TL how it went because I have no idea how to analyze these situations especially because I've really never been on a "date" before. This meaning, I've hung out with girls and stuff, and I've had girlfriends, but I've never been in a situation where we arranged to meet specifically for the purpose of going on a date, if that makes sense? Anyways...
So she chooses this place (I had no idea but it turns out to be a REALLY fancy steakhouse), we meet up and she's dressed up nicely, cool I thought. Somehow the topic of my childhood and stuff comes up, and honestly I had a really bad and depressing childhood, so I wasn't sure how to handle that situation because I didn't just want to talk about depressing shit, but I felt kinda sucked into it somehow... so I talked about that for awhile before changing the subject. Talked a lot about shit she's interested and her family and whatnot.
We ate, food was really really good, bill was fucking ridiculously expensive. Here's my conversation:
Me: "I got it don't worry"
My brain: *shits pants*
My brain: "fuck you you fucking bitch why did you take me to a place that charges $100 for a fucking dinner FUCKDSFK:DSFLDSKD I'm a fucking poor Starcraft admin FUCKSDFKDSLFSL"
That was my thought process while I smiled and kindly paid the check. So we talked for about an hour or so more, got some frozen yogurt (she paid for it zomg thanks for the fucking $8 bitch!)... and then she drove me back to where I had parked. She invited me to go clubbing with her later in the week and I was like "alright sure thing"
So I'm pretty sure she picked a fancy ass place to eat because she's rich as fuck, from what I could tell (lives with her grandpa in some huge house in Bel Air and they have their own chef?)... and uh, ya. I feel like it went well but I dunno... I was able to be funny, made her laugh, she asked me to hang out again, we have quite a few things in common, bla bla.
So hmm... I'm leaving California on Saturday... and I'm guessing I'm going to see her one more time before I leave, I guess we're going to a club, but we might have dinner again or something before that.
I dunno.... random thoughts spilling out onto teamliquid. discuss... ? FUCK I DUNNO! AND I DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT I DONT KNOW.