My Date with Rourke

Tuesday, July 21st, 2009

Ah, Life is interesting. I’m sitting here, hiccupping, while analyzing the meaning of life.

I went on a ‘date’ earlier which was less than impressionable…..

The back story is that I was with Brody for over a year and while he is a beautiful human being, we were fairly miserable yet cooperative together, which as I think it, is the status quo of long term relationships in our society….

After him was a 6 month period of doing whatever the fuck I wanted, which I loved!

Next came the emotional drama of falling in love with a dear, long term (9 years) friend, which I highly disadvise (coming from my own misfortunate experience of course).

And once I broke the commitment bell, my life has been everything that I’ve ever wanted it to be.

I am not discouraging relationships. All I am saying is that historically, I am more prosperous when I am on my own…. (Take that as you may….)

Tonight was a Pat Benatar concert which I was completely willing to go to on my own. However as I have been spending so much time adventuring by my lonesome, I thought it would be exciting to venture into the social arena for a night.

I asked the folks I knew if they wanted to join me and after many “No” responses (I guess I’m not that cool; it’s okay…) I decided to post the dreaded CL ad. I got 100 responses! Crazy. Presently, I am dating four guys who are engineers and after Kara informed me that I was doing a Freudian Oedipal thing (as my step-dad is an engineer), I decided to prove her wrong (:}) and so I said “yes” to the first hot non-engineer that responded to my ad. He was an attorney. I’ve had bad results dating lawyers in the past. I decided to put my vague notions aside and try again. I shouldn’t have been so open-minded!

He was gorgeous. He looked like Mickey Rourke before all the plastic surgery. The Saratoga Mountain Winery was breathtaking! Blondie was nothing to write home about. Pat Benatar was amazing! The conversation with Rourke was interesting and we were even given tickets half-way into the show for floor seats on the 9th row right in front of the stage; so cool! He was touchy feely and I thought the conversation went well. Everything was cool right up to the end.

I got up to use the ladies room during Pat’s final song as I hate lines and was planning ahead. We were to meet at x place and I stood there waiting, where was he? Then I got a text from him asking if I’d left. Weird. What sort of dates did he go on where his date bailed at the end of the night? Yikes! I began walking to my car before deciding to go back and to check x place one more time…. (Truthfully I just wanted to make out with the guy once more before driving home; he had full, soft, lips. Yummy!)

I see him. He’s smoking with two women who are not interested in him whatsoever, but who he’s trying desperately to hit on.

“I don’t mean to break anything up.” I said as I approached.

“Oh, you’re not.” The blonde said.

“Well if you were about to make out, I say go for it. He’s a good kisser and I say take advantage of it!”

“I’m married.” The blonde laughed. “And she,” pointing with her beer to her dark haired friend, “is happier with women than men.”

I smiled at this. Rourke is a sucker. Haha. We hung out with them for a while, then in his car, chatting while the alcohol wore off. And then we each drove our respective ways. The final conversation left me thinking that he was a fucking asshole though and when I got in my car I was mad through-and-through.

When I got into Felton I stopped at Safeway for a drunken food binge spree. I bought a bottle of Patron Silver, Blue Moon, salami and cheese. I wasn’t ready to go home and started talking to the checker, as well as a clerk and they both walked outside with me while we all had a beer on the sidewalk in front of the store….

The clerk is speaking non-stop. He had a music career. He toured. He was all that and a bag of chips. And why was he working at Safeway for 30K a year? I thought he was a narcissistic sociopath. Right up until the end, when he started talking about his young daughters with compassion, then I felt bad for judging him.

Oh Kara, I should have stuck with my engineers! They are hot and smart. Not pretentious, entitled, and vain like Rourke. I don’t like to interact with people like that. And I hate being dismissed at the end of an encounter because I don’t measure up to their ideals….

I suppose that’s how dating works. Usually it goes well for me although last night does not qualify. Try try again. Friday in fact. We shall see.