Bonnie's Blog

Tomorrow is Valentine's Day and that's ok. I have to work all day. Nanny during the day (hello - $14 a hour, why did I go to college again?) then producing at the station from 4pm to 11pm. I had a date tonight and decided that I'm a guy. I've noticed this before because I'm always the one that is sarcastic, funny and trying to impress, and the date, well, he was sensitive, quiet and thought way too much. We were supposed to meet last Wednesday night, after my tutoring session (yes, I'm still contributing to society and helping the youth) but tutoring was canceled. No phone call, it was just canceled, so I called the guy, I'll call him "MD" (not Matt Dahl, this guy is a doctor, a real MD), and told him that my tutoring was canceled so we could meet earlier. He said since the weather was bad he didn't think we should meet. I know there was dangerous deep snow in the northern suburbs that night, but it wasn't a BLIZZARD in the city, and I was already in my car, come on!!!

Fast forward to tonight, we finally meet at a quaint cafe and we're talking and catching up on our days... and I mention sarcastically that I'm glad the weather held up so we could finally meet and that I was a little mad last week since he canceled just because it snowed... well, he took this VERY seriously. His exact words "Wow, I was just trying to be responsible, I didn't think girls liked pushy guys"

1) Don’t be responsible, impress me and meet me in a snow storm
2) This girl likes a pushy guy, be assertive, it's a major turn on!!

To end this sad story, he actually asked me during the dinner "So how do you think its going?" Never a good sign. He told me that he talked to his friend that day about how important communication is and that honestly he didn't think the date was going well. Ugh. Did he have to say that when it suddenly turned silent in the cafe? So like a typical woman, I apologized over and over and said, "MD I was just kidding, I was just having a bad day" "MD I'm just being sarcastic, sorry" "MD last week was no big deal, we're here now!"

I gave MD a ride home, he offered to shake my hand, and got out of the car, walked down the street with his head hanging down. Of course that's the street I had to turn down to get back to my hood, so I got to see him walk home in disappointment from a few angles.

Back to the drawing board; no Valentine, more time to reflect. Maybe I should be less sarcastic? Maybe I should keep my big mouth shut on first dates? Maybe I should give up?