Facebook Status Date

What's on your mind?...


I had put up a Facebook status about wanting to go see one of my favorite psycho-billy rock bands playing at the Juke Joint. It was a normal status for Facebook. Then I got a comment from "Joe" questioning the band and their type of music. We began to message each other about the band.

He then asked me out via Facebook.

As I contemplated how that night would end up, my curiosity got the better of me and I said yes.

Let me explain, "Joe" is not the type of guy to you would think I couldn't imagine him going into this bar with a stage, surrounded by tatted up people listening to psycho-billy tunes.

We met up at the stake center and headed out to the show. We decided to grab dinner after the show to help us unwind from the concert high. We had to have looked like the odd couple going into the Joint, but no one else seemed to care. We got there a  little earlier that I had expected (since I drove) and decided to shoot some pool before the show. He wasn't half bad.

The concert began and everyone in the room could tell that this polo shirt and Dockers wearing guy was beginning to get uncomfortable.  However, he was a good sport and tried to enjoy the show. The band rocked it out! When the band finished their set, Joe turned to me and asked if we could leave since it was getting late for him. It was 9:00 PM and he had an early tee time.

Well, we headed back to the stake center. I began to think that was a bit odd since we still hadn't gone to dinner. I asked him if he wanted to grab dinner. He said no and that he was glad that the night was now over. He then proceeded to tell me that I was a bad and horrible Mormon girl since I would listen to such evil music and worse still, to go into a bar for a concert. He got in his car and drove away.

He didn't say good night or even good bye. I stood there (somewhat) in shock of what had just been said. Okay, I started to laugh at the very one sided conversation that we just had in the church parking lot.

Luckily, Del Taco was on my way home. I grabbed some dinner and headed home from my earliest ended date ever!

I noticed a few days later that he was no longer my friend on Facebook. My best guess...is that he un-friend-ed me before I even got home that night.

Oh Blind Dates...How I Loathe Thee

As I am mere hours away from yet another blind date in my life, (one that I was snookered into without being asked for consent), I figured I better get this story out here and published BEFORE tonight's blind date, so that, in the event tonight's young woman should ever stumble across this blog, she will know that this story is NOT about her, nor whatever may take place this night.

I actually have hope that tonight will be fun.

However, many, many moons ago I was out on a blind date. She was a splendid young woman. She was well-educated, personable, easy to talk to and she was quite attractive.

A mutual friend had been thinking about setting us up for a while, and finally approached us separately to gauge our interest level in being set up. I think there was some coaxing involved during both discussions, however, it was agreed that we were to go out.

So I was given this girl's phone number and made the call to set up our evening of fun and excitement.

I will admit that when I first saw her, I was quite impressed. As I already mentioned, she was, (and still is), quite attractive.

So the evening began. We drove around for a bit just talking and getting to know each other, and finally arrived at a restaurant that she had never been to and I had been wanting to try since I first saw it.

We looked over the menu and placed our orders and then continued talking. We had a pretty good exchange of banter and stories and overall, things seemed to be going quite well.

After our food arrived, she continued a story she had been sharing about a class she had taken. She was quite involved in the story and I could see that it was one of significance to her and why she ended up in her current vocation.

However, it was mid-way through that story, as I looked at her and made solid eye-contact, nodding along at the appropriate points, that I came to a very strong realization:

I just didn't care.

I didn't care about her story, I didn't care about why she graduated with that degree. I didn't care if this date worked out or not.

There were very few things in my life that I could have cared for less at that point.

It was then that I realized I was done with dating for a while. I didn't let on to her that I stopped caring. I continued to engage her and did my best to give her a good evening.

But after 20 years of failed dating attempts, after 20 years of putting my heart out on the line time after time after time, only to have it stomped on and returned...

I just didn't care anymore.

That was a while ago. I like to think my attitude has improved...somewhat.