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Dating Mr. Nerd

Updated on July 8, 2010

How to jinx a guy in 10 days (or less)

So, for the first time in my life I am actually SINGLE, and not only am I single, but I am single in a city where "singleness" is actually a lifestyle, a credo, the rule of life for majority of people my age. My dear friend Mari recently showed me a dating website in the attempt to drag me out of the misery caused by my last breakup, and to gain the opportunity of making new friends (tho the last part of this statement could really be much harder than expected, but we'll get to that...). So I said, "Hell, why not? Let’s do it and see what happens". I don't know that I can say disaster fast enough, but let me explain.

So last night I went on date #2 with a guy I will call Mr. Nerd (his real name is actually Matt, which, for the ones of you who know me well, is the name of my ex fiance`,the guy who pretty much took the last bit of good left in me and carelessly threw it in the toilet after pooping on it and flushed it).So, anyways, Mr. Nerd had the privilege to get to date #2, mission which he has so far been the first one to accomplish in a group of about 4(ish? Can't remember them all, which often leads to awkward moments where you don't know whom you have spoken about certain things to and whom you have not). I felt like Mr. Nerd had "it": he was smart, cute, funny (dry sexy sense of humor, I like), a gentleman, took me to the right places, and had this special way of caring for my pet peeve, which is trying to find a parking spot in San Diego on a weekend night; he even parked my car for me so that I wouldn't get flustered and upset!:)

He took me to this Mexican restaurant in North Park where they make homemade tequila and pretty awesome food too, actually. We spent a couple of hours talking about his students (he is an assistant at UCSD soon to get his PHd in political sciences), how he gets drunk to grade papers faster, how sleek looking shoes make an ideal companion to any job interview, how we both love the 90's music, how blah, blah, blah...I was having a ball. Perfect date, just perfect. So as he was talking about his gay best friends and how they are his personal fashion advisors at our second bar in Hillcrest (btw fabulous Margaritas!), I started thinking about what was wrong with him. Here is my thought process explained in a few simple words:

"Ok Matt, apart from your name, I like you, and I can always change your name to whatever accommodates me better in the future. Now, tell me what's wrong with you before I even start bothering about this. You seem sarcastic (good), pleasant (good), your breath doesn’t stink (great!) and your clothes don’t smell like it’s 1985 all over again (GREAT!). So, what is it?”

Without my knowledge, I had jinxed my whole relationship with Mr. Nerd right there in that moment, in trying to concentrate about the hidden flaw that could break the deal. Mr. Nerd and I went to what he named “Gay Denny’s” afterwards. I didn’t believe there could be such a thing as gay Denny’s, despite the fact that I was indeed in Hillcrest (duh!), but he proved me wrong. Oh my gosh, how fun! We ordered desserts and kept on talking about life; at this time we had moved on to the serious stuff, aka past relationships, how we deal with a broken heart, with ex’s, with vengeance. Mr. Nerd seemed a very well balanced and reasoning individual. He wouldn’t hurt unless hurt in the first place, and wouldn’t get down to vengeance unless vengeance came naturally to him (like it ALWAYS does anyways). I was thrilled with this guy; he totally qualified for date #3. However, I couldn’t stop being nervous about that hidden flaw that had occupied my mind briefly earlier during the night.
We eventually left “Gay Denny’s” (lol! Which, ironically enough it’s called “Brian’s”, the name of my latest ex, the one who slept with me and never called me back because he was back into business with some other chick, but couldn’t really let me know before jumping my bones. No, I haven’t gotten over the nastiness yet, don’t ask…errrr….) and he walked me to my car. I was anxious; I knew that our first kiss was soon to come. So, I opened my car door and put my purse on the seat. I hugged him good night and we kissed.

AND THERE IT WAS! At the very end of the night the thing that I had most feared for the past 5 hours of our encounter had finally revealed to me: the kiss was horrendous! One of those kisses that makes you wanna crawl out of your skin and disappear in outer space without the possibility of coming back to earth. His tongue was ALL OVER the place, in and out faster than I could take a breath. Ewwwwwwwwwww!! He didn’t catch my disgust, but abruptly stopped (fastest French kiss I’ve ever gotten) and asked me, “Do you wanna go in your car?”. Oh my Lord!I was being offered a makeout session with a man I just almost puked in the mouth of. I kindly answered, “No”, but I didn’t really want to hurt his feelings, and I could sense his embarrassment (and mine) quickly building up in the air, so I hugged him again and kissed him for the second time. Oh no, that was it. I couldn’t do it. So I said to him, “I’m sorry, I am just tired and I wasn’t really predicting this (bullshit!)”. He was so sweet. He said to me, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you!”. Oh, how I wanted to dig a tunnel underneath my feet and poof! Be gone. But, no, I had to deal with the situation, and so I told him, “Maybe next time”. What a shitty answer to give somebody.

But I couldn’t help it. I started envisioning mental flashes of disturbingly horrifying sex, the kind of sex that has you thinking of how many potatoes you’re gonna need to make mashed potatoes on Thanks Giving, or how long you still have to pay your At&t bill at the end of the month. I couldn’t do it. I left. Back in my car, driving back home from that appalling moment, my GPS talked to me and I really couldn’t pay any attention to her. She always gets me lost anyways. I kept on reliving the moment of that kiss and the abhorrence kept on coming back making its way into my blood stream. “Ewwww! What was that?”.That’s pretty much all I could really concentrate on. I said to myself I wouldn’t date anymore and, damn it, I was right! I can’t date, because, see, after experiences like this, my mind always goes back to my most recent ex, Brian, the absolute nut job, inconsiderate mother** who left with no trace. Man, was he a kisser! And was he a great lover! Meh! That’s the past, now I have to deal with the present. So, ladies, I need your advice on this, “Give or NOT give Mr. Nerd a second chance for love?” .The bets are open.

© 2010 Roberta S


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      Roberta S 7 years ago from California on the rocks

      Ahhahahah!You guys are funny and made me laugh so very hard!Well, I haven't seen Mr. Nerd since May, I feel it would be a little weird to call him again and go on a date. Looking back, I really didn't like this guy anyways. I mean, he's a great guy, very educated, witty, mildly attractive, but he wasn't the one for sure. Tom, you totally rocked this hub with your comment, lol!MM, I will surely keep you posted!Thank you for following me, I really appreciate it.

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      Susan Reid 7 years ago from Where Left is Right, CA

      Hmm. That is a tough call. Are you 100% sure you didn't psych yourself into hating the kiss worse than it actually was?

      Nah. I figured not.

      I think Tom gave you some good advice. I would never, ever be that up front honest. LOL. But you could slow down the kissing by initiating it, just leave the verbal part out.

      Well, RobertaHarden, no matter what you end up doing, please to keep your friends here at HP posted.

      Oh yes. And enjo the SINGLE life in SD!!! MM

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      tom hellert 7 years ago from home

      RH, Here is the deal Lucile- The only thing wrong with this guy is the way he kisses -everything else seems fine-You have a few options of what you can do.

      Call him and say you want to see him again- Have fun enjoy your self and just as he starts tolean in ask him aQuestion like this "Can I be honest with you?" he will say- "yes" say I like you your a great guy"- at this point he is expecting "But I'd rather date a chinesse carp" So you say Don't take this the wrong way but I'd prefer it if you let me kiss you ... "Invariably he will say yea then you kiss him the way you want it done-If his tounge starts spasm ing say - no do it like this to me and move your tongue the way you like it *oh yea* - hopefully he gets the point and do it the way you like it slow and soft not in a hurry just savoring the contact enjoying the slow burning building passion of a kiss that will knock him out of his wing tips and he will love it .. It will be sensuous sexy and not fast and icky-was he a porn star in college? Tell him you like him but he has to slow down and not be so eager, savor your sentsious lips like a treat to be sampled gently not devoured your a lady not an icecream cone save the fast tounge action for somewhere else if you like that that way-He was just getting a little excited- ..

      or 2). Like Iron Maiden sang- RUN TO THE HILLS RUN FOR YOUR LIFE"

      IF HE GETS PISSED He is obviously a selfish lover and you don't want that any way There is no future without a NOW- Kissing is a big thing and you know it

      finally your 3rd choice have the kiss conversation to start the night and then as the night goes on see if he learned anything- timing is your option I can't do all the work here....

      good luck and happy smooching\


      Happy to serve

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      john mark 7 years ago from GARFIELD

      Wow what a deal!!!!