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06/16/2005: "Scott"
Song of the Day: U2 - I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For
So lately I've been thinking about dating, and all that it entails, and I've realized what my biggest dating fear is: that the guy is going to be a snore. Or just plain dumb.
Boring dates make me think of Scott. Scott was a friend of Shannon's boyfriend at the time. Shannon and I went to meet up with her boyfriend and a bunch of his friends one night, and Scott must have noticed me, because the next thing I knew, Shannon's boyfriend was whispering to me that Scott really wanted to give me a ride on the back of his sports bike. I accepted, more for the excuse of wrapping my arms around a hot guy than for any interest in motorcycles. We went out on three dates after that.
Scott was gorgeous; he looked like a Backstreet Boy. He had bright blue eyes and this slightly-long sandy blonde hair. He was somewhere around six years older than me, and he owned his own landscaping company and a pickup truck. He did all the right things; he would call me simply to say "goodnight", he would give me these huge bear hugs, and he told me that I was the most adorable girl he'd ever met.
Scott was also dreadfully boring.
I think I'm pretty good at having conversations. I can talk to a brick wall. When there's no one around, I talk out loud to myself, and often answer myself. There was no carrying a conversation with Scott. I asked him what got him into the landscaping business. Him: "I don't remember." Me: "Was it a hobby? Did you have friends who got you started in it?" Him: "I don't know." That pretty much sums up his response to everything I asked him. And he wasn't doing much as far as trying to carry a conversation himself. The fact that he thought I was adorable stunned me, since he didn't provide many opportunities for me to show off my adorable side.
I gave him two dates past the first one in the hopes that he was just warming up to me, and that eventually his talkative, exciting side would come out. Nopes, no such luck. When he called me for a fourth date, I told him I was going out with Shannon that night, and then his phone calls died away.
Plus, every time I said something about him to Shannon, Shannon would tell her boyfriend, who would, in turn, tell Scott. That was quite possibly the most drama I've ever encountered in my life, which should tell you that I'm a rather non-dramatic person.
What's the moral of this story? Life is unfair; it's totally unfair that totally hot, older men with pickup trucks who call just to say goodnight can be boring. Let's hope that I've paid my dues when it comes to boring men.
Replies: 5 Comments
Maybe he was just shy? Sometimes shy people come off as boring at first (myself included).cousineddie, Friday, June 17th
cousineddie - Maybe. It was two or three years ago, so just my luck, he was The One and I wasn't patient enough to see it happen. ;)Brooke, Friday, June 17th
You seem to attract the boring, nerdy, geeky, or painfully obnoxious ones, and you know who I mean. :Dmelantha, Friday, June 17th
Hm, I attract the beautiful, strong, handsom and perfect men. Luck? Perhaps. But I'm damn happy with it all :DLindsay, Saturday, June 18th
Ack. I *forgot* about Scott. SO SORRY ABOUT THAT. I don't even know why I dated the guy that I was with then... but, then I wouldn't be where I'm at now.Shannon, Saturday, June 18th