<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975133697543600318</id><updated>2012-02-16T21:00:03.289-05:00</updated><category term='The Talk'/><category term='Summer'/><category term='Michelle'/><category term='Dating Stories'/><category term='Maynard'/><category term='Rm 2'/><category term='Herpes'/><category term='movies'/><category term='Blog Tacker'/><category term='Viagara'/><category term='Slymm'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='fetish party'/><category term='Pager'/><category term='Luscious Linda'/><category term='Women'/><category term='Body Builder'/><category term='Psych'/><category term='GFTOW'/><category term='Catch 22'/><category term='Sheira'/><category term='Beginning'/><category term='First Kiss'/><category term='Psycho Girl'/><category term='Parents'/><category term='Rm 1'/><category term='Date #'/><category term='decision'/><category term='Response'/><category term='Wendy'/><category term='Prom'/><category term='University'/><category term='The End'/><category term='Sex'/><category term='Pick Up Artists'/><category term='Olive'/><category term='craigslist'/><category term='Move'/><category term='Ira'/><category term='Alone time'/><category term='Mother'/><category term='Work'/><category term='Hot German'/><category term='Big Red'/><category term='frustration'/><category term='Concert Girl'/><category term='Spider Dude'/><category term='Limbo'/><category term='High School'/><category term='thinking'/><category term='Ladybug'/><category term='The Game'/><category term='Happy'/><category term='Stories'/><category term='Online Dating'/><category term='Cuddly Bear'/><category term='Drunk'/><category term='Temptation'/><category term='1 year anniversary'/><category term='Creepy'/><category term='New Mommy'/><category term='Persia'/><category term='Elwood'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='Break Up'/><category term='Victoria'/><category term='depressed'/><category term='touching'/><category term='Tagged'/><category term='Blood'/><category term='Med Head'/><category term='Post Break Up'/><category term='E-mail'/><category term='Jason'/><category term='Blondie'/><category term='Leigh'/><category term='Worry'/><category term='Finger'/><category term='Dexter'/><title type='text'>Tales of the Late Date Bloomer</title><subtitle type='html'>Follow the adventures 

of a 30 year old nerdy awkward guy who only started dating in his late twenties</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Elwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02959657300891286912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kb0Z_tg3--w/STdgLpQ-O4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/zTsEdBINHUg/S220/buds_blog.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>311</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975133697543600318.post-1213945286705708726</id><published>2012-02-09T07:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T07:28:49.239-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Too busy</title><content type='html'>Right now I happen to have about for girls I could call up to ask out on a date. 3 of them I exchanged messages with on Ok Cupid, and 1 I met on new years eve (New Years Eve girl 2).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I'm doing way too much to have time that is convenient for them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, after my first encounter with New Years Eve girl 2, I havn't been able to find a time I'm free that works for her. After 3 weeks of text message tag, I asked her out For Saturday night and finally she was free! Except, I realized right after asking  that &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's tough, this dating game. I can't tell if we just have bad luck on our schedules or if she keeps blowing me off and I'm just not getting the hints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try one more time before I call&lt;br /&gt;It quits on her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1975133697543600318-1213945286705708726?l=latedatebloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/1213945286705708726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1975133697543600318&amp;postID=1213945286705708726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/1213945286705708726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/1213945286705708726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2012/02/too-busy.html' title='Too busy'/><author><name>Elwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02959657300891286912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kb0Z_tg3--w/STdgLpQ-O4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/zTsEdBINHUg/S220/buds_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975133697543600318.post-5990261162942748060</id><published>2012-02-05T22:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T22:27:05.509-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend of fun</title><content type='html'>As mentioned in my last post, I had bought a ticket to visit New Years Eve Girl who lives in the Neighboring City to My City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After buying my ticket we both realized we barely know each other and now I was going to spend a whole weekend with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end I had a great time. We did &lt;i&gt;absolutely nothing&lt;/i&gt; and it was fantastic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been running around so much lately it was nice to just hang out and take it easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday we meet at the train station and had dinner at a bar. We then went to New Years Eve Girl's tiny place. The ceilings are about 5'10" off the ground and I'm 6'1" so there wasn't a lot of standing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That first night was a bit awkward because we slept in her bed but we weren't sure what was going on with 'us'. We cuddles and fell asleep but I didn't sleep well at all. I have a hard time sleeping with someone else in a bed. However, lying in bed for 10 hours still felt good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was breakfast, window shopping and yoga. We ate at her place and were going to head out for a date but she wanted to nap and after napping, we were both exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead we stood in and watched a movie but still changed into nice clothing (her a skirt, me a shirt and tie).  It was quite romantic with wine and candles (all her idea actually).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie we started to make out and then she asked if I wanted tea. I said yes and then hit a tiny flub. While drinking tea, I showed her some videos on YouTube and she started to 'loose the mood'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I was done my tea, though, things started up again and we headed to her bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not going to go into details but she is probably the 5th girl I've ever fooled around with and boy am unlearning everyone is different. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was definitely not hard to please which took off a lot of pressure. The thing that killed me was I wasn't able to perform. This is the second time with this girl (first being when we met on new years eve). This is also not the first time this has happens to me with a girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact I've had this problem with every girl I've been with, only with my ex,I guess I got used to her because after the first couple of times it got real easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Wondering of its a nerves thing or maybe I'm just hit attracted sexually to these girls. That makes nonsense since &lt;br /&gt;New Years Eve Girl has an amazing bod. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I should see a doctor about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we slept in again and then u said my goodbyes to meet up with an old friend in the city. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall I had a great time with her but I never felt 100% invested. I thin ages cool but if she lived in my city I doubt I'd want to date her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was a mistake going to visit her but I never got the impression she wanted more from this either. I think we were both of the same page of just enjoying a fun weekend together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep in touch with her but doubt I'll be running back to visit her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me she had a date with someone the day I arrived (earlier in the day) and she knew I'd been on other dates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end I had a nice experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1975133697543600318-5990261162942748060?l=latedatebloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/5990261162942748060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1975133697543600318&amp;postID=5990261162942748060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/5990261162942748060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/5990261162942748060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2012/02/weekend-of-fun.html' title='Weekend of fun'/><author><name>Elwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02959657300891286912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kb0Z_tg3--w/STdgLpQ-O4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/zTsEdBINHUg/S220/buds_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975133697543600318.post-348939500666529138</id><published>2012-01-31T21:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T21:35:33.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More of New Years Eve Girl</title><content type='html'>About 2 weeks ago I received a Facebook chat message from New Years Eve Girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spoke for a bit and patched things up about how awkward it was her last night in town. She even invited me to visit whenever I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about it a lot and decided I wanted to go. I hadn't been traveling on my own in a long time plus I have other friends and even family I could see in her city. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was cool having me come and I'm visiting her this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I settled things with my train ticket I got a little nervous and was afraid I hadn't thought it through enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First was the fact I realized I barely know her and I'll be staying with her.  Then I discovered both the friend I was hoping to meet up with and my aunt and uncle are out of town that weekend, so I have no one else to visit but NYE girl. Which is fine but if she turns out crazy I'm on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's this underlying notion of 'us'. I admit at first I was a bit excited  on how this could be a booty call but kept on mind it might not. Well when we were making arrangements, She kept hinting I'm coming as a friend. So to avoid awkwardness when I arrive, I brought it up and in the open. She said we will be friends who cuddle. However I'm sleeping in her bed with her because the couch is too small (according to her). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weve been chatting online every night this week since I bought my ticket and she sounds pretty stressed. I want to have a stress free weekend ago in making sure to be laid back and just go with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come on my trip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1975133697543600318-348939500666529138?l=latedatebloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/348939500666529138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1975133697543600318&amp;postID=348939500666529138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/348939500666529138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/348939500666529138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2012/01/more-of-new-years-eve-girl.html' title='More of New Years Eve Girl'/><author><name>Elwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02959657300891286912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kb0Z_tg3--w/STdgLpQ-O4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/zTsEdBINHUg/S220/buds_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975133697543600318.post-8348387360850785007</id><published>2012-01-27T07:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T07:59:49.777-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Name: &lt;/b&gt; Curly Sue (she had really curly hair in her profile pic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;First contact&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;: &lt;/b&gt; Just before Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How'd we meet: &lt;/b&gt; Ok Cupid!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The situation:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She contacted me online and we exchanged several e-mails over a couple of weeks. I asked her for coffee. She said she was on her way to Florida but u could call when she returned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally when I called, it felt awkward on the phone. We arranged to potentially meet over the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The dealbreaker:&lt;/b&gt; I forgot to call her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a real busy weekend and only remembered Sunday night I was supposed to call. I did anyways but got her voice mail. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left a message with an apology and asked for a rain check. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No response since.  I don't blame her. Ha ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1975133697543600318-8348387360850785007?l=latedatebloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/8348387360850785007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1975133697543600318&amp;postID=8348387360850785007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/8348387360850785007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/8348387360850785007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2012/01/oops.html' title='Oops!'/><author><name>Elwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02959657300891286912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kb0Z_tg3--w/STdgLpQ-O4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/zTsEdBINHUg/S220/buds_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975133697543600318.post-6552413487105240490</id><published>2012-01-23T08:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T08:02:39.304-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Avoiding the awkward</title><content type='html'>b&gt;Name: &lt;/b&gt; The Other NYE Girl (ONYEG)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;First contact&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;: &lt;/b&gt;originally met on new years eve. Grabbed a beer 3 weeks later&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How'd we meet: &lt;/b&gt; NYE Dance party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The situation:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends brought to my attention  that there was another girl that looked totally into me and it seemed like we were hitting it off. Also, due to the fact that she lives in my city, I tracked her down on Facebook. I had help from a mutual friend, who encouraged me, so it's not stalking (right?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The dealbreaker:&lt;/b&gt; none (so far)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off I didn't realize how pretty she was, which made it hard for me to stop thinking it was a "date".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know we met at a party and then arranged to have a beer but it doesn't mean insta-relationship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This is also a reason I get nervous. I feel I don't know how to act and I know the typical "be yourself". But what happens when "being yourself" IS being a nervous  guy? As a performer you'd think I could be anyone I want to be, but nope, I just talk a lot and act nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, &lt;i&gt; she &lt;/i&gt; was the one keeping it cool. It felt like she could tell I was nervous and made an effort to keep things going rather then feel awkward and want to leave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, a couple of times we ended up talking about stuff that was leading into an awkward direction and she changed the subject to something more fun to talk about. But totally in a smooth way without any feeling of "Oh god this is terrible".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the night, it was &lt;i&gt;her&lt;/i&gt; who said she shed like to get together again sometime for a beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She could have just said that but it was nice doe once to hear the other person say it than me all the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1975133697543600318-6552413487105240490?l=latedatebloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/6552413487105240490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1975133697543600318&amp;postID=6552413487105240490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/6552413487105240490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/6552413487105240490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2012/01/avoiding-awkward.html' title='Avoiding the awkward'/><author><name>Elwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02959657300891286912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kb0Z_tg3--w/STdgLpQ-O4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/zTsEdBINHUg/S220/buds_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975133697543600318.post-9144019186939840100</id><published>2012-01-18T07:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T08:03:44.738-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fake date</title><content type='html'>b&gt;Name: &lt;/b&gt;Undercover Aussie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;First contact&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;: &lt;/b&gt;, february 17, 2011&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How'd we meet: &lt;/b&gt;OK Cupid&lt;br /&gt;Her Whole profile was actually the lyrics to the song "asshole" by Dennis Leary cut up to be answers to each section. Plus her 1 picture was very cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The situation:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wrote back and forth several times, getting to know each other. The messages starts getting longer and longer do I asked her to meet up for a drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The dealbreaker:&lt;/b&gt; she lied about who she was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've done the online thing for 6 years now and met tons of people - some cool, some crazy. Ive always approached it with caution but never had I met anyone who'd lied so blatantly as Undercover Aussie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After asking her out for drinks she relied she'd love to but was in Melbourne, australia. At first I was excited because I had live in Australia for a year and loved if there. But then more truths came out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought she had just moved there for whatever reason. Turned out she was FROM there and lied about her location because she had lived in My City, wanted to come back sometime in the future (no date planned) and thought she could make friends online before her return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit odd way to do it but I wasn't completely thrown off until she admitted her ENTIRE profile was a lie. She wasn't 24 she was 32 and her picture was a fake also. I asked why the fake picture and she said its because it looked more Canadian! Plus the real Undercover Aussie wasn't even pretty. Obviously this person had self image problems. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her I was disappointed to be deceived like that and she felt bad do she disabled the fake account. Good riddance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1975133697543600318-9144019186939840100?l=latedatebloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/9144019186939840100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1975133697543600318&amp;postID=9144019186939840100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/9144019186939840100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/9144019186939840100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2012/01/bname-undercover-aussie-first-contact.html' title='Fake date'/><author><name>Elwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02959657300891286912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kb0Z_tg3--w/STdgLpQ-O4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/zTsEdBINHUg/S220/buds_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975133697543600318.post-5950815234498629890</id><published>2012-01-16T07:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T07:50:37.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Name: &lt;/b&gt;Kitten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;First contact&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;: &lt;/b&gt;Sometime in middle of December, 2011&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How'd we meet: &lt;/b&gt;OK Cupid&lt;br /&gt;I found her profile online. She looked cute and also looked familiar, so I sent her a message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The situation:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turned out we had seen each other in real life. I'd seen here at a theater I'd frequented and we had mutual friends. I'd never spoken to her though and knew little about Kitten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we chatted a bit online and exchanges a few e-mails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The dealbreaker:&lt;/b&gt; not interested&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally on her part. After a couple of weeks getting to know each other online, she admitted Internet dating freaked her out. Had nothing to do with me but she also had no interest in me romantically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She comes to the theater on a regular basis now and we've become friends.&lt;br /&gt;She's a good person and I wish the best for her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1975133697543600318-5950815234498629890?l=latedatebloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/5950815234498629890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1975133697543600318&amp;postID=5950815234498629890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/5950815234498629890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/5950815234498629890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2012/01/bname-kitten-first-contact-sometime-in.html' title='New friends'/><author><name>Elwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02959657300891286912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kb0Z_tg3--w/STdgLpQ-O4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/zTsEdBINHUg/S220/buds_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975133697543600318.post-2108170729728516674</id><published>2012-01-13T07:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T07:44:29.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My beliefs vs your brliefs</title><content type='html'>b&gt;Name: &lt;/b&gt;Messiah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;First contact&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;: &lt;/b&gt;Sometime in beginning of December, 2011&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How'd we meet: &lt;/b&gt;OK Cupid&lt;br /&gt;I found her profile online, read it and thought she was interesting and cute. E-mailed her but no answer until 1 month later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The situation:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a couple of back and forth emails we met up for dinner. All you can eat sushi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty relaxed because the pretext of out encounter was that Messiah is just new to town and looking to make friends. She's definitely interesting because she's travelled the world and seen many things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The dealbreaker:&lt;/b&gt; religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During our dinner the topic of religion came up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out she believes in a strain of Judaism that isn't common (her religion believes Jesus is the messiah and remained Jewish).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to judge people and if that's what she believes,  great. She sounded very passionate about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just her beliefs really clash with mine. I wouldn't say to the point I can't hang out with her but definitely nothing romantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am judging but I just didn't get the best vibe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1975133697543600318-2108170729728516674?l=latedatebloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/2108170729728516674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1975133697543600318&amp;postID=2108170729728516674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/2108170729728516674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/2108170729728516674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-beliefs-vs-your-brliefs.html' title='My beliefs vs your brliefs'/><author><name>Elwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02959657300891286912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kb0Z_tg3--w/STdgLpQ-O4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/zTsEdBINHUg/S220/buds_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975133697543600318.post-5025036434477071025</id><published>2012-01-11T23:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T07:51:23.248-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Timing</title><content type='html'>Here's my first attempt at recapping my dates. As mentioned in my previous post, a majority are people I met online. This makes it easier for me to remember the person and when we met. I mainly stick to 2 sites, Plentyoffish and OK Cupid! Unfortunately, POF erases messages after a while so I'll have to go by memory of the encounters from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here goes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;-----&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Name: &lt;/b&gt;Gigi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;First contact&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;: &lt;/b&gt;Dec 9th, 2010&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How'd we meet: &lt;/b&gt;OK Cupid/A party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The situation: &lt;/b&gt;I received a message from Gigi on OK Cupid. She said she read my profile and just &lt;i&gt;had to contact&lt;/i&gt; me. She looked familiar to me and then I realized...&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The dealbreaker:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...That I had met her at a party a week earlier. A party I was invited to by Cute Jew 2 (you can read all about her and why she stopped talking to me, &lt;a href="http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2010/12/king-of-awkward.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; ). Cute Jew 2 and I had &lt;i&gt;just&lt;/i&gt; started to date and this party was full of girls, all her friends. I knew no one. I remember eyeing Gigi a bit at the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing that was a real deal breaker, even had I not been with Cute Jew 2 at the time, was the fact she had picked a &lt;i&gt;terrible&lt;/i&gt; picture for her profile. She looked pale like a vampire and her hair looked wet and flat. In real life I knew she was much prettier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah we actually never met. Then things went sour real quick with Cute Jew 2, which started my drought of dates until about June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1975133697543600318-5025036434477071025?l=latedatebloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/5025036434477071025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1975133697543600318&amp;postID=5025036434477071025' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/5025036434477071025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/5025036434477071025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2012/01/bad-timing.html' title='Bad Timing'/><author><name>Elwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02959657300891286912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kb0Z_tg3--w/STdgLpQ-O4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/zTsEdBINHUg/S220/buds_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975133697543600318.post-53140569022205183</id><published>2012-01-10T08:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T08:00:48.998-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things to come</title><content type='html'>My plan when re-starting this blog was to recap all the dates I experienced in the past year. However, all of a sudden I have many avenues to pursue right now, which is unusual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The majority of my dating life, past and present has been through online dating sites. Although, I have met a couple if people through other ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike before when I would just ramble about my experience, this time around I want to recap each date in an organized fashion. Like a file of sorts - showing who the person is, how I met them, what we did, how'd it go, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure how to do it yet but I might switch back and forth between the past dates I've been on, and while it lasts, my current dates, so I can write as they occur rather than have to remember the details later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to post every other day but if I write too quickly, I'm bound to run out of material in a couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Elwood &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1975133697543600318-53140569022205183?l=latedatebloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/53140569022205183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1975133697543600318&amp;postID=53140569022205183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/53140569022205183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/53140569022205183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2012/01/things-to-come.html' title='Things to come'/><author><name>Elwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02959657300891286912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kb0Z_tg3--w/STdgLpQ-O4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/zTsEdBINHUg/S220/buds_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975133697543600318.post-8039550625102416824</id><published>2012-01-09T07:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T07:45:02.141-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More than remembered</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I had a chance to meet up with a bunch of friends that I had not seen since New Years Eve. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right away they kept asking me about me night, with things like "so what happened with you and that girl???".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing they meant NYE Girl, played dumb and was like "oh, what girl?". To which the responses were "the tall blond, in the black dress" and "you guys looked so cute when you locked hands while dancing".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, NYE Girl had black hair, wearing a white top... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me a while to remember that Ii was hitting it off with a second person that night before NYE Girl showed up. This sounds douche-y but I would have been happy with either girl that night. I wasn't expecting anything, from anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, just for shits and giggles, I tracked this other girl down on Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Elwood&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1975133697543600318-8039550625102416824?l=latedatebloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/8039550625102416824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1975133697543600318&amp;postID=8039550625102416824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/8039550625102416824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/8039550625102416824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2012/01/yesterday-i-had-chance-to-meet-up-with.html' title='More than remembered'/><author><name>Elwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02959657300891286912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kb0Z_tg3--w/STdgLpQ-O4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/zTsEdBINHUg/S220/buds_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975133697543600318.post-2534453565151227853</id><published>2012-01-07T18:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T01:33:06.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting the year off with a bang (literally)</title><content type='html'>Before I start writing about all my crazy dates of 2011, I thought I'd start with my experience on New Years Eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year this particular theater hosts a high school dance party night. I've attended the event for the past 2 years and decided to volunteer at this years. My role was to make sure no one is left out on the side waiting to dance. I was basically a designated dancer. This led me to dance and meet multiple people (i.e. everyone - guys and girls). A lot of my friends had attended as well so that was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the night, after dancing with everyone, you tend to go back to the same people you enjoyed from earlier. I ended up re-dancing with a few girls but one seemed to stick out. I'll Call her NYE Girl (original, I know). After dancing with her a 3rd time she said she was hungry and asked if we could go get food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As thrilled as I was to go off with this person, I discovered NYE Girl was from out of town and was with a bunch of friends. I wanted to be sure her friends knew what she was up to. Well it turned out by coincidence that her friends also wanted to get food and at the same place I was suggesting. So we all left the party to go eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our late night dinner (it was about 3 am) they were figuring out how to cab home and then they realized they were going to be a lot of people crashing at the same apartment. So, NYE Girl tells her friends she'll just crash at &lt;i&gt;my place! Before asking me! &lt;/i&gt;Totally not what I was expecting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to lend a helping hand and the way it happened, genuinely felt like she just wanted a place to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cabbed to my place with my roommate (after meeting up with her). I had texted my roommate just before to a) let her know someone was coming over and b) most likely sleeping on the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NYE Girl and I head to my room, to which I discovered I left a huge pile of laundry on my bed before I left my apartment. So I started to fold my clothes and she began to help me. Underwear and all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in the most original segue to sex, she jumps on my back and says "Give me a piggy back ride!". Not knowing what to do, I flipped her on the bed and then kissed her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was on. She was definitely &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; sleeping on the couch tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll spare details, but we fooled around for a very long time, until it was time for &lt;i&gt;it&lt;/i&gt;, which never happened. I just couldn't, um, perform. I wasn't drunk, just nervous, I guess. It'd been almost a year and a half since I'd been with a girl. By then it was 6am and we cuddled to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot sleep well with another body in my bed, especially if we're holding each other, so my sleep was almost non-existant. I was &lt;i&gt;exhausted&lt;/i&gt; the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On New Years day we stayed in bed for a while, then got out so I could make us french toast and then went back to relax in bed. Then we had sex (all the way) although I last as fast a speeding bullet... which was upsetting (for me) but she said she still enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually NYE Girl had to leave but wanted to borrow a sweater for the cold weather which meant she wanted to meet me the following day to hang otu before she left to go back home to her city. SO we arranged to meet up the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She ended up coming over again after going out for dinner and we proceeded to make out. Things were going great until she started to ask me things like "So did you notice me all night?" etc. To be honest, she came onto me strong, she was cute and she came over to my place. No complaints, but I had no intentions really. I barely noticed her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She started to feel really clingy and was saying how she'd be back to visit and stuff. So I just cut her off and said if she were to come back to My City, I'd like to stay friends. Shit &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; got weird because she started to cry. We had a very long and awkward conversation and then just stopped and started over, pretending that never happend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it &lt;i&gt;did&lt;/i&gt; happen and I just wasn't emotionally invested in the sex anymore, even though she asked me if I still wanted to. So I thought she was ok with that (actually she made it sound like she didn't want to have sex anymore either) but then she asked again. By this point it was time for her to leave. She asked if she could sleep over again but I really had to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even with the awkward ending, in the end New Years was a lot of fun and it was fun to pretend to have someone for at least a couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck, maybe if she does come back to visit, we can still fool around. Who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Elwood&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1975133697543600318-2534453565151227853?l=latedatebloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/2534453565151227853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1975133697543600318&amp;postID=2534453565151227853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/2534453565151227853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/2534453565151227853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2012/01/starting-year-off-with-bang-literally.html' title='Starting the year off with a bang (literally)'/><author><name>Elwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02959657300891286912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kb0Z_tg3--w/STdgLpQ-O4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/zTsEdBINHUg/S220/buds_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975133697543600318.post-8767414523113539127</id><published>2012-01-06T17:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T18:07:57.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I&amp;apos;m back</title><content type='html'>I can't explain it, but after giving up on this blog for just over a year, I feel like writing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A brief history &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started this thing in 2007 when my first girlfriend and I were in the midst of breaking up. We had dated for over a year. I had never dated anyone before and at the age of 26, it was a big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although we got along, not much happened in the relationship. We never had sex and I was still a virgin. It was bound to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started the blog because a few of my friends had one and it seemed like a good way to figure things out about dating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I got over my ex (it took a while)  I started going on dates and wrote about my adventures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People started to take some notice of this blog, but then I lost interest in writing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my surprise, I found out that a bunch of my readers were women and they wanted me to continue writing. So I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually it got boring since I was running out of things to say... until I lost my virginity  at the age of 28 to a friend (on my mom's birthday to boot) and shortly after I met Indie Rock Girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had dated for 3 months before moving away. She was awesome and totally different than my first girlfriend. Plus we had lots of sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within the year after she left I I went on some dates (but not much) until December of 2010 where I dated a new girl for almost a month before insulting her on her kissing (total accident) and never hearing from her again (I found out recently, within a week of the incident, she'd been set up with a guy and they've been happily together for the past year).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By then writing got boring again. After 3 years it was the same old and my dates went dry so didn't have much to talk about, so I stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what has happened to me in the past year? A lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- New job (hated the old one / love the new one).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- New apartment and roommate. She's awesome and we talk about a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- New dress style. While moving a friend of mine helped me rid of all my old/ill fitting/ugly clothing. Now I dress with more fitted clothes and enjoy wearing ties and dress shirts when I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Lots and lots of dates. After I got over my first ex, I made a vow to go on a date with 10 other girls. It took me about a year to do so. Now, I've been on at least 15 dates in the past 6 months. Some were good, some were bad. All have a "story" to them, which I hope to write about in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got an iPhone so it'll be easier for met to update. I'm going to try and keep my posts as short and concise so I can spread then out (looks like I already failed with this post).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still weigh the same though (a whopping 130lbs for my 6'1" frame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Elwood &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1975133697543600318-8767414523113539127?l=latedatebloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/8767414523113539127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1975133697543600318&amp;postID=8767414523113539127' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/8767414523113539127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/8767414523113539127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-back.html' title='I&amp;amp;apos;m back'/><author><name>Elwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02959657300891286912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kb0Z_tg3--w/STdgLpQ-O4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/zTsEdBINHUg/S220/buds_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975133697543600318.post-9207707187184095627</id><published>2010-12-16T01:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T01:19:51.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>There's always an explanation</title><content type='html'>I'll admit, today I was under the impression that things went worse last night than I thought because Cute Jew 2 never came to my show tonight. Yesterday she was all excited and wanted to go. I couldn't remember if she had that enthusiasm before or after I insulted her for &lt;a href="http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2010/12/king-of-awkward.html"&gt;commenting on her kissing&lt;/a&gt;. Either way, at the end of the night, when I walked her to the bus I forgot about the show and just wished her a good trip (she's going away for the weekend) and told her to call me when she got back into town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realizing this, I texted her when I got home to confirm if she was still coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured. it was late so that was why. So at work today I texted her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All day I thought she just didn't want to talk to me anymore. I didn't let it bother me but I made up my mind I'd have to see if i hear from her when she's back. If she doesn't get in touch with me than that's that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well turns out she &lt;i&gt;did&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;write back to me on facebook and I never got the message since for some strange reason facebook stopped e-mailing me updates. Turns out she was just too busy to come. However, her text was really short so there is a possibility I did turn her off last night with my comments but I'll just have to see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess there's always a an explanation for everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1975133697543600318-9207707187184095627?l=latedatebloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/9207707187184095627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1975133697543600318&amp;postID=9207707187184095627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/9207707187184095627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/9207707187184095627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2010/12/theres-always-explanation.html' title='There&apos;s always an explanation'/><author><name>Elwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02959657300891286912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kb0Z_tg3--w/STdgLpQ-O4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/zTsEdBINHUg/S220/buds_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975133697543600318.post-2084456169204142442</id><published>2010-12-15T12:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T12:55:58.631-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Small World</title><content type='html'>Unless I ruined things yesterday with my comments &lt;a href="http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2010/12/king-of-awkward.html"&gt;yesterday&lt;/a&gt; I guess you can say Cute Jew 2 and I are dating. Since I've decided to see how things go and keep it exclusive (i.e. not dating anyone else), I've lost any interest to go on dating websites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I don't intent to delete my profiles, just not use them. Maybe if things get more serious with CJ2 I can always change my availability on the sites but most people get the idea when it shows the user hasn't logged on in months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, OK!Cupid sent me an e-mail to inform me that I received mail from someone on their website. I could have ignored it but I read it out of curiosity and basically a girl read my profile and liked it and decided to send me a message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I realized I recognized her picture. I met her at a party CJ2 invited me to 2 weeks ago. There were 8&amp;nbsp; people there and I was the only guy. I didn't say more to her except hi and introduce myself. Plus, my OK!Cupid profile is outdated with a picture of me with a mustache. I now have a goatee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the gentleman I am I figured since she put so much effort to contact me (she stated that in her message) that I wouldn't keep her hanging and let her know I'm currently dating someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As someone who has set tons of messages without any responses, I feel a response is better than none. So my dear readers, keep that in mind when internet dating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my 2 cents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1975133697543600318-2084456169204142442?l=latedatebloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/2084456169204142442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1975133697543600318&amp;postID=2084456169204142442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/2084456169204142442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/2084456169204142442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2010/12/small-world.html' title='Small World'/><author><name>Elwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02959657300891286912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kb0Z_tg3--w/STdgLpQ-O4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/zTsEdBINHUg/S220/buds_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975133697543600318.post-2387236136121574254</id><published>2010-12-15T00:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T00:18:31.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>King of Awkward</title><content type='html'>I swear you'd think I do it on person &lt;i&gt;just&lt;/i&gt; to have an awkward story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I had another date with Cute Jew 2 (CJ2). This makes it's date # 9 in 3 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had seen a movie Saturday night and after the movie marked the first time we really kissed more than once (i.e. make out). She&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; liked it and even gave me a "crazy in love" look which did freak me out a bit but I just reminded myself that she's not very experienced and must just be excited as I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, however, we took it easy. CJ2 came over and I cooked us dinner. We then went to my room to watch some TV on my computer. Halfway through the episode, it turned into a make out session. At first I was really overwhelmed. She was kissing me with such force and it was so frantic it felt like she need my kisses to live or something. I enjoyed it but felt it was a bit much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then learnt a bit of my limits with her. I had placed my hand on her hip and started moving it toward her leg. As I inched her butt, she grabbed my hand and moved it higher up her hip again. No touching below the hip... got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I learned tonight is I sometimes say asshole things without knowing it. Now please keep in mind I was completely oblivious to what I was really saying. After kissing for a while, she pulled her head back and smiled at me. I looked at her and said "boy you really like kissing".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For reasons I still don't fully understand, I offended her. Maybe it was the way I said it but I just meant that I could tell she really enjoyed kissing me by the way she was doing it. I calmed her down and we got over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things were great again, we were snuggling and talking and listening to music and having fun. That is until I opened my dumb mouth again and said "I just need to teach you how to French Kiss properly".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I don't know what even prompted me to say such a thing but I did. I just felt that while kissing her she practically choked me with her tongue. I know everyone is different but with any girl I've made out with before her, we'd always have both our tongues touching and moving in different directions. CJ2 just shoved her tongue i my mouth and it really caught me off guard. So much so, that i guess it made me say what I said and then again offending her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To save my ass I told her not to take anything I say seriously (which is true). She was utterly confused and said "i dont' know if you're joking or not. Were you joking when you said that?" to which I replied "yes I was... &lt;i&gt;kind of&lt;/i&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up making out again and it it was &lt;i&gt;much&lt;/i&gt; better to my liking. She slowed things down and got rid of the awkwardness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cap the night nicely (and make up for the things i said), I walked her to the bus and waited in the colld for 20 minutes with her to keep her company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I get to see her again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1975133697543600318-2387236136121574254?l=latedatebloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/2387236136121574254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1975133697543600318&amp;postID=2387236136121574254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/2387236136121574254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/2387236136121574254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2010/12/king-of-awkward.html' title='King of Awkward'/><author><name>Elwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02959657300891286912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kb0Z_tg3--w/STdgLpQ-O4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/zTsEdBINHUg/S220/buds_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975133697543600318.post-5940099655623583209</id><published>2010-12-05T09:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T09:53:31.759-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Elwood 2.0</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I went through a complete wardrobe change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A female friend of mine has been asking me for the longest time to allow her to take me shopping. Once I agreed she said I was in for a very unique experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started at my apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went through all my drawers and closet and we went over every single item of clothing I owned. Basically she told me that I have a good style but I don't wear anything that fits me properly. For example I've been wearing a size 32 pants when in fact I'm really a 29-30. I have a tendency to buy large shirts when I should be wearing medium or small. She told me that from now on I should only look for European cut clothing because they are usually designed to be more fitted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was perfect timing since I'm moving in less than a month and have tons of old clothes i should have got rid of ages ago. Well, after we looked through all my clothes, I ended up with 3 large garbage bags worth of stuff to donate to a thrift store. My closet is bare and my My drawers went from brimming with clothes to one completely empty and the other half full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we hit the stores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's a very fashionable person in a way that I like. She's not all about spending loads of cash on high end designer makes just because it's Armani. On the other hand she is all about finding things that have a little something that makes it unique but not far out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and she know's how to find thing on sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We basically went to a store that is known for selling designer clothes at ridiculously lower prices. Plus they have a liquidation section. With her help I bout about 150$ worth of clothes (came to 5 items) that would have normally cost close to 300$.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only downfall was she really wanted to dress my up classy and we went to Zara right before the stores closed. I ended up being convinced to be one pair of pants and one shirt that cost &lt;i&gt;more&lt;/i&gt; money than all the other items together. However, she insisted they look awesome on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured if I'm going for change, than I'll go all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other god thing about my shopping "date" was I had brand new clothes for my real date that night. I was invited to a Hanukkah party by &lt;a href="http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2010/12/on-fence.html"&gt;Cute Jew 2&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While having dinner with my shopping friend, I had a realization about two things that I have a bad habit of doing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm very indecisive when it comes to dating someone especially at the beginning. I worry so much about what could happen, what I want, etc. instead of just enjoying the moment. It's totally OK to date someone for a while and then realize they are not for you. I don't have to figure it out on the first date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I tell too many people my progress when dating someone. I'm so wishy washy, hat I keep changing my mind, like i am with CJ2. If i would just keep it all to myself, then no one would know my indecisiveness and I'd be able to just figure things out myself instead of feeling like i have to keep justifying everything to my friends. Otherwise they'll ask me things like "Oh I thought you liked her" or "Oh didn't you say you weren't interested?" all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm going to try really hard this time to keep my dating information to myself and if I'm in the mood to talk tot someone or rant about it, I'll just use this blog. That's what I started it for in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, even though I wrote a post recently that I'd tell Cute Jew 2 that I'm not up for dating her, last night went int eh complete opposite direction. I think I made her like me &lt;i&gt;more&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to her "party", which ended up being 8 girls and myself hanging out at an apartment having dessert. I was decked out in my new clothes and for once kept pretty quiet (mostly due to be exhausted but also trying something new).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I never had time to go home, I just met her straight from shopping and that didn't allow me to go get the CD I burnt for her (I made a copy of an album she told me she wanted to buy). Once I told her that, her face lit up like I did the most awesome thing in the world. Bonus points for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party was nice and chill and then when it got late we went to the Subway together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were both tired and quiet but she leaned on my shoulder so I put my arm around her. Then on the subway car, her stop was coming up so she told em she had a really nice time Adan was glad I came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help it but I felt like it was the right moment to kiss her. I could see she really wanted me to and I just couldnt' resist (and wanted to also) so I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's coming tonight to support me at my show. She's really excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also found out something very interesting last night. I dont' know why the conversation came in that direction and I wasn't purposely trying to veer it there, but we were talking about dating experience. I.e. how many b/f - g/f have we had. She admitted she's dated 4 guys, the longest being 4 years and the other 3 only 6 months each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me she usually gets a lot of guys after her but most of them just want to get in her pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is exactly where I was when I was dating Wendy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what I want from this especially now that there won't be any sex, but for now I just want to go with the flow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1975133697543600318-5940099655623583209?l=latedatebloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/5940099655623583209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1975133697543600318&amp;postID=5940099655623583209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/5940099655623583209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/5940099655623583209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2010/12/elwood-20.html' title='Elwood 2.0'/><author><name>Elwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02959657300891286912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kb0Z_tg3--w/STdgLpQ-O4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/zTsEdBINHUg/S220/buds_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975133697543600318.post-4075494837815038219</id><published>2010-12-04T00:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T00:35:16.044-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On The Fence</title><content type='html'>Tonight I was at a dinner party. My good friend Spider Dude is back in town for a month from Australia. I ended up spending most of the night chatting with another friend, I'll call Tall Friend (yup she's tall). Tall Friend has been bugging me lately about my progress with &lt;a href="http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2010/11/little-bit-too-cocky.html"&gt;Cute Jew 2&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was curious on how things are going and I said "OK". It's not the first time and she's not the first person to mention that I don't really sound so into her from my reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been really all over the place with CJ2. She's cute and interesting but a few things bother me. She's short, seems inexperienced, and not very independent. It's mostly the exact opposite of what I liked so much about Indie Rock Girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IRG lived on her own, not very far from me. She was very outgoing and seemed very independent. She knew what she wanted and would tell me as it were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CJ2 lives with her parents far away, and is extremely shy. At first I thought i could live with these things but if they are bothering me now, then there is no point leading her on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize on top of all that, that I think I just don't really want to date date right now (or at least not with her). Tall Friend was telling me how she just joined OK Cupid and just wants to meet new people and get out there and also admitted to being open to casual sex. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm not saying I want to go out and sleep on the first date with every girl I meet, but that's kind of what I feel like I want as well. Just to meet different people and see what happens. GO out and have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met CJ2, find out she likes me and already have been on 5 dates in two weeks. If i keep that up I'll definitely be misleading her and also won't have the time to meet other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been on the fence with her but I think I've made up my mind that she's not for me in that way. I'd still like to hang out with her perhaps once in a while but not spend all my free time with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She invited me to a party tomorrow night which I'll still attend but I think I'll just let her know afterwards that I'm just not in the right frame of mind to date right now which is the truth. I am pretty preoccupied with moving and also will be spending a lot of time looking for a new job once the new year begins and I'm all settled into my new apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, before dinner tonight, I had it in my head that I was going to try and finally get a kiss from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what I mean by being on the fence? However, I think it's true that I'm not really into her and the whole point of writing this post was for me to wake up and be aware of the obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'll post what happens later this weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1975133697543600318-4075494837815038219?l=latedatebloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/4075494837815038219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1975133697543600318&amp;postID=4075494837815038219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/4075494837815038219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/4075494837815038219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2010/12/on-fence.html' title='On The Fence'/><author><name>Elwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02959657300891286912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kb0Z_tg3--w/STdgLpQ-O4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/zTsEdBINHUg/S220/buds_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975133697543600318.post-6829218887519313495</id><published>2010-11-28T01:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T01:34:23.734-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A little bit too cocky?</title><content type='html'>I just got home from another date with &lt;a href="http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2010/11/snowball-effect.html"&gt;Cute Jew 2&lt;/a&gt; (CJ2). We've been seeing each other quite a bit in a short while. I met her last Friday, went to a show Saturday night, she came to support me at a show i was in on Sunday, we went for dinner Thursday and I saw her yet again tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday dinner was quite nice and afterwards I walked her to the subway station. We were going in different directions. She told that dinner was nice and when I suggested we go out Saturday night her face lit up with a smile and a "yeah OK!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When friends had asked me how things were going with CJ2, I would say no bad but I could tell she really likes me.I even cracked the joke that it's been "too easy". My coworker said I was sounding cocky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about it today and after going on a couple of dates all ending with me standing quite far from her saying how I had fun, I decided tonight I'd attempt to kiss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who follow my blog long enough will know I have a &lt;i&gt;terrible&lt;/i&gt; time kissing girls on dates for the first time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we went to play pool and bowling (at the same place), had coffee and then I walked with her for several blocks in her direction home. It was really cold tonight but when we arrived at the subway, I went inside and she followed. Again I was standing kind of far but had every intention to move in close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I could do anything she smiled and said she had fun and we should do something again soon (actually I can't remember if she said something like "lets get together again" or "we should do something sometime" - big difference) and then came up to me and gave me a hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to hold her tight but didn't feel it reciprocated so a loosened. Now I"m sure if she wanted a kiss she would have stayed in my arms and looked up or something (she's like a foot shorter than me than me) but instead she b-lined for the door. She still smiled and said she wanted to see me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I can't tell if she did that out of&amp;nbsp; being shy or if she did that to show she just wants to be friends. As she was leaving I said "Wait. When would you like to..." but I instead of finishing my sentence i just said "Oh, we'll figure something out I'm sure" and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll give it a couple of days before i call her and see how she reacts. If she wants to get together and again so eagerly than I'll assume she's just shy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you posted!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1975133697543600318-6829218887519313495?l=latedatebloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/6829218887519313495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1975133697543600318&amp;postID=6829218887519313495' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/6829218887519313495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/6829218887519313495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2010/11/little-bit-too-cocky.html' title='A little bit too cocky?'/><author><name>Elwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02959657300891286912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kb0Z_tg3--w/STdgLpQ-O4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/zTsEdBINHUg/S220/buds_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975133697543600318.post-728360745071247905</id><published>2010-11-22T00:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T00:18:42.362-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowball Effect</title><content type='html'>Friday night I meet Cute Jew 2 at a &lt;a href="http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2010/11/this-is-long-one-but-worth-read.html"&gt;dinner event&lt;/a&gt;. Last night we went out together. We had dinner before hand and then watch a fun circus show. She holds really good eye contact and trust me she is not hard on the eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During dinner I told her about the show I perform in on Sundays. Come Sunday, I get a text from her asking me what time the show starts and then she showed up with her friend that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the show she left with her friend and I didn't really get to say goodbye so I texted her "I'm glad you came tonight, Are you free this week to grab a coffee or something". To which she replied yes and either Monday night or Thursday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked Thursday because if I had picked Monday then I would have seen her 4 days in a row. Now, if a girl wants to hang out with me 4 days in a row, I'm guessing either she is bored and really looking for something to do with friends, or she may have a thing for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured I find Cute Jew 2 pretty cute and interesting so I'd like to see where it goes. I'm always confused at the beginning when I meet someone if it's to just be friends or more. But regardless 4 days in a row is a bit extreme. I think I'll wait a couple of days to let it build up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1975133697543600318-728360745071247905?l=latedatebloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/728360745071247905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1975133697543600318&amp;postID=728360745071247905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/728360745071247905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/728360745071247905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2010/11/snowball-effect.html' title='Snowball Effect'/><author><name>Elwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02959657300891286912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kb0Z_tg3--w/STdgLpQ-O4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/zTsEdBINHUg/S220/buds_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975133697543600318.post-2725594349918532114</id><published>2010-11-20T09:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T00:10:11.429-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Night Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;This is a long one but worth the read. Especially since I've been updating so seldom. Enjoy!&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if I ever mentioned this before, but I'm Jewish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not religious but I like to follow a few traditions just because that's how I was raised. I got to synagogue twice a year on the High Holidays (equivalent to most Christians who only go to Church on Christmas) and follow Hanukkah and Passover which are really excuses to hang out with family and have a big meal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep &lt;i&gt;quasi&lt;/i&gt; kosher. The main food rules are not to mix meat and milk and do not eat pork. I do neither but will go out and eat Chinese food (which isn't kosher food).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now you have an idea of how much I follow the religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother Ira, on the other hand, is all over the place. He was always more into the religion than I was. He went to Hebrew school, lived in Israel for a year and goes to Synagogue every Saturday. He won't drive on Shabbat (Sabbath) and observes &lt;i&gt;all&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;the holidays (there's plenty).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was married for 8 years to a woman who was more observant than he was when they met and he became more himself during their marriage.After the marriage he became close fiends to other people who were just as observant as he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently he got involved with someone who was a step even &lt;i&gt;more&lt;/i&gt; religious and was wearing a kippah all the time. My mother got very nervous she'd lose her son to religion but thankfully they broke up because he felt he couldn't keep up with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now you have an idea of how much he follows the religion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the religious aspect, there is a pretty tight Jewish community in My City and my brother flocks to all the events. Last night there was an Ethiopian dinner held at a Synagogue for the younger community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually avoid these events since I'm not comfortable being around religious people and don't really follow a lot of it. Ira kept pushing me to go since all it was going to be was a speech by a guest rabbi from Ethiopia and it would be full of single women, which is one of the main reasons he wanted to go.When a friend of mine invited me to the same dinner, I decided to give it a shot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I showed up late due to work and missed the speech. When I arrived in the dinner hall, there was easily over a hundred people ranging from 20 to 45. Most were mid-twenties to mid-thirties and mostly single. More single guys than girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a few old acquaintances I bumped into and noticed &lt;i&gt;a bunch&lt;/i&gt; of women my brother had been on dates with including his ex-wife. I even bumped into &lt;a href="http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2009/07/date-10-rock-chick.html"&gt;Rock Chick&lt;/a&gt;. I hadn't seen her since our few dates the year before.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad my friend was there so I got to hang out with him and other people closer to my age than be Ira's wing man. He's 10 years older than me and I didnt' really care to sit with a bunch of 40 year olds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At my table was my friend, two young Israeli guys, my friend's 2 friends an old acquaintance with his wife and kid and two cute young female students. I'll call them Cute Jew 1 and Cute Jew 2 (or CJ1 and CJ2 for short).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I started talking to Cute Jew 1 since she was a bit closer to me but over the night I switched to Cute Jew 2. I really got her attention when Australia came up. Apparently she had been there and was super excited to exchange stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point of the night, after the delicious meal, Rock chick came to say hi at the table and I discovered that Rock Chick and Cute Jew 2 new each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 10pm, they opened a bar. While waiting in line Rock chick runs up to me (all of a sudden she's my friend now?) and asks if I"m single. I was thrown off by that but said yes. She continues to tell me that Cute Jew 2 likes me and is really shy and wanted Rock Girl to get my number for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest I was thinking of asking Cute Jew for her number when I left anyways so I told Rock Chick I'd just go talk to her myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear you'd think the &lt;i&gt;whole &lt;/i&gt;place was trying to set us up. I walk up to CJ1 and CJ2 sitting alone at a table and "all of a sudden" CJ1 had to "go to the bathroom", leaving us alone. Earlier I had told Cute Jew 2 about the improv theater I go to and she seems interested by that. So, knowing there is a show tonight I wanted to go to, but not alone, I invited her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her face lit up like a Christmas light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying not to get too excited about it but it's very rare I meet girls at parties. She's cute, young and seems fun and interesting. I'm not sure if she knows I'm 29 but I do act a lot younger so that may be a good match. She's a tad more observant than me in terms of religion but I don't think she's looking for marriage or anything hard core like that, so that's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, my main concern in my life is finding an apartment and then a new job. Meeting cute girls at parties though, are a nice bonus :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're to meet tonight before the show for coffee, and then go to the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1975133697543600318-2725594349918532114?l=latedatebloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/2725594349918532114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1975133697543600318&amp;postID=2725594349918532114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/2725594349918532114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/2725594349918532114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2010/11/this-is-long-one-but-worth-read.html' title='Friday Night Dinner'/><author><name>Elwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02959657300891286912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kb0Z_tg3--w/STdgLpQ-O4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/zTsEdBINHUg/S220/buds_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975133697543600318.post-1503174101715025028</id><published>2010-11-15T00:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T00:06:04.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess I have charm</title><content type='html'>So although I wasn't too thrilled of the date I &lt;a href="http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2010/11/major-turn-off.html"&gt;recently went on&lt;/a&gt;, one of the things we discussed was if she had met anyone else from online through OK!Cupid. She told me yes, but no one she saw second time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This had been our second encouter, and then after a week of me not contacting her, she sent me an e-mail to see what was up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'm doing something right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to give it another go and wrote back. If i hear from here again, I'll ask her out on another date and go from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates to follow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1975133697543600318-1503174101715025028?l=latedatebloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/1503174101715025028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1975133697543600318&amp;postID=1503174101715025028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/1503174101715025028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/1503174101715025028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2010/11/guess-i-have-charm.html' title='Guess I have charm'/><author><name>Elwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02959657300891286912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kb0Z_tg3--w/STdgLpQ-O4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/zTsEdBINHUg/S220/buds_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975133697543600318.post-5246515605276482061</id><published>2010-11-08T00:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T00:43:21.791-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Major turn Off</title><content type='html'>So last night I went to see Bonobo in concert. It was amazing. I made it kind of a date by inviting the Bi-Girl I mention in my &lt;a href="http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2010/11/back-in-game.html"&gt;last post&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show was great and so was her company. We chatted before the show and she seems to think I"m funny since she laughed a lot. That's a plus. Also, she mentioned that she's met several people online but never went on a second date. Technically this was our second rendez-vous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, halfway during the show she took off her sweater. Then when the show was over and the lights came back on I was able to see that she had &lt;i&gt;very hair&lt;/i&gt; arms. Hairier than my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know I may not be being fair by saying this but it really turned me off. She is of Eastern Europe descent but it just really turned me off. Is this normal (for me to be turned off)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case we had an awkward end of the night. She just walked away to catch her subway without a proper goodbye. I don't know if she's for me anyways, so I decided to not contact her and if she contacts me I'll decide then if I want to pursue it or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1975133697543600318-5246515605276482061?l=latedatebloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/5246515605276482061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1975133697543600318&amp;postID=5246515605276482061' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/5246515605276482061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/5246515605276482061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2010/11/major-turn-off.html' title='Major turn Off'/><author><name>Elwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02959657300891286912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kb0Z_tg3--w/STdgLpQ-O4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/zTsEdBINHUg/S220/buds_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975133697543600318.post-1268116373197988064</id><published>2010-11-05T00:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T00:08:32.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in the game</title><content type='html'>Tonight I had my first "date" with a girl since IRG left (for the second time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bit lost on this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met through OK!Cupid. After a few messages back and forth, I had invited her to come check out this haunted house i was performing in. Apparently she came but I was so into the theatrics of the show, I missed out seeing a lot of people who told me that came. In any case she said she recognized me even with all this makeup on (I was a half burned person).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after discovering she came, I popped the question if she's like to go for coffee. I brought her to a Nice place tonight, but unfortunately it was &lt;i&gt;packed&lt;/i&gt; so we went for a beer at a bar close by instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's 22, tall and originally from a different city. We chatted about movies, TV, Books, family, etc. She seems pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing I'm lost about is on her profile she's list as "bi" and "interested in guys and girls who like guys" which are both fine. However, she has a really short haircut and was dressed boyish. Now I'm not saying because she dresses this way it &lt;i&gt;must mean&lt;/i&gt; she's a lesbian, but I just got the feeling she was. Either way she's cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the beer, I invited her to a concert I'm going to in 2 days but unfortunately had 2 tickets but no one to go with. She doesn't know the band but is willing to give them a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds exciting. Wi;; keep you guys posted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1975133697543600318-1268116373197988064?l=latedatebloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/1268116373197988064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1975133697543600318&amp;postID=1268116373197988064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/1268116373197988064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/1268116373197988064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2010/11/back-in-game.html' title='Back in the game'/><author><name>Elwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02959657300891286912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kb0Z_tg3--w/STdgLpQ-O4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/zTsEdBINHUg/S220/buds_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975133697543600318.post-4818493833194629944</id><published>2010-10-19T00:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T00:32:08.730-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange Encounter</title><content type='html'>I'm back with a new (short) story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a &lt;i&gt;very&lt;/i&gt; long day at work. I got home around 11pm; work emergency. I need to take a bus, subway and another bus just to get home. While waiting for the second bus, a girl comes up to me and says "I know you, but how?". I was so out of it, I couldn't even think who she could be. After she kept probing me, finally I guessed "is it from improv?" and she says "yeah that's it! You're the farter!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. You're probably wondering WTF is going on... Long story short, last week I performed in a show with about 100 people watching. I start on stage alone and within the first 10 seconds accidentally let out the biggest fart. The crowd went into histarics. Three feet away, front row were sat my parents, laughing too, thankfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to tonight:&lt;br /&gt;In our brief encounter the following happened:&lt;br /&gt;- She got to know my real name (up until then she kept calling me "Fart Boy")&lt;br /&gt;- I discovered she lives around the corner from me&lt;br /&gt;- She gave me the number for her lanlord (I'm looking for a new apartment)&lt;br /&gt;- After I told her i was on my way to Suways to grab dinner, she informed me that Pizza Pizza across the street ghad 5$ medium pizzas all week.&lt;br /&gt;-She ordered me a pizza without even asking if I like pepperoni (which I don't eat since it's pork and follow a few kosher rules)&lt;br /&gt;-As I was leaving she turns to me and says "do you hang out in the neighbourhood?", wuickly followed by "I'm not tyring to hit on you" and then "Just wondering since I'm looking for people to hang out with".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we swapped numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She seems a bit odd and really ins't my type but maybe we can hang out and do some cool stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1975133697543600318-4818493833194629944?l=latedatebloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/4818493833194629944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1975133697543600318&amp;postID=4818493833194629944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/4818493833194629944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/4818493833194629944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2010/10/strange-encounter.html' title='Strange Encounter'/><author><name>Elwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02959657300891286912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kb0Z_tg3--w/STdgLpQ-O4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/zTsEdBINHUg/S220/buds_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975133697543600318.post-21479711406225759</id><published>2010-09-21T23:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T23:24:51.118-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking the bait</title><content type='html'>I decided I want to get out there and just meet people. Yes, my long term secret goal is to meet someone to date but for now why not just see who's out there? So, I made an ad on craigslist in search of a concert buddy. I placed it in the Strictly Platonic section and already received 2 responses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one was from a 20 year old who says she likes to go to shows but not alone. Her musical tastes are similar to mine so that's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second one is a bit more interesting. Unless it's a huge coincidence, I think this person once contacted me for an ad I put up 2 years ago. The e-mail address is different but the name attached the e-mail is the same. She sounds like a concert pro, always going to shows but mostly alone and wants company. The funny thing is 2 years back, the ad she answered was when I was looking for someone to attend a movie I won free tickets to. She wrote &lt;i&gt;after&lt;/i&gt; the movie happened, saying too bad she missed my ad because she would have loved to go. We ended up writing back 3-4 times until I asked her for coffee or a beer. She simply replied that she didn't want to leave me hanging but had no interest in meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well looky here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll keep this story to myself if we end up meeting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1975133697543600318-21479711406225759?l=latedatebloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/21479711406225759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1975133697543600318&amp;postID=21479711406225759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/21479711406225759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/21479711406225759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2010/09/taking-bait.html' title='Taking the bait'/><author><name>Elwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02959657300891286912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kb0Z_tg3--w/STdgLpQ-O4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/zTsEdBINHUg/S220/buds_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975133697543600318.post-29666146390449697</id><published>2010-09-20T22:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T22:21:15.304-04:00</updated><title type='text'>End Of Summer Review</title><content type='html'>Wow it's been exactly 1 month since I last posted something on here. Well I feel it's only fair I update you all (apparently I have 19 followers!) with what's been going on in my life this past 30 days:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Living&lt;/i&gt;: After living in an amazing apartment in an amazing area of town for the past 2+ years, I was informed by my roommate that she's pregnant (by my other roommate, her boyfriend) and they would like to live alone (makes sense) when the baby is due in January. So, I am on the search for a new place. I looked very briefly but need to start doing a better job. I calculated it and don't think I can afford a small place all by myself, so my options are either find someone and look for a place together or find random people on Craigslist and hope they are cool people to live with. There's been a bit of tension some days with the guy roommate and I so I'm getting eager to leave. I really hope I find something relatively close to where I live right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Work:&lt;/i&gt; It's been over 2 months at the new location and things are starting to feel smoother. However, I still want to find a new job. I've been looking almost every day and sending out resumes when I can but I haven't heard from anyone. I got one e-mail saying "thanks but you're not what we want, but we'll let you know if something else comes up". I got another e-mail saying "give us your portfolio" and never heard back. Finally I once got a call but I was at work in front of a coworker and really didn't answer the questions very well. Plus i never got the person's contact so I don't even know who I spoke with. I think I just need to try a bit harder, maybe change my cover letter or something. I hope I&amp;nbsp; find something soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Indie Rock Girl:&lt;/i&gt; She's gone but we still e-mail back and forth. Recently she started telling me about a date she went on and &lt;i&gt;then&lt;/i&gt; asked if it's cool she tells me about it. I thought about it and decided I dont' really care. It did bother me at first but I figure if she tells me these things it'll only make me more comfortable with it. Besides I told her she'd have to hear about &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt; dates in return. Mwuhahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Girls:&lt;/i&gt; Speaking of which, I haven't been on any dates since she left. However, I have been browsing the Internet dating sites (Plentyoffish.com and OKCupid.com) and I have been getting &lt;i&gt;tons &lt;/i&gt;of mail.OK, not tons but quite a few. It's been almost an equal mix of response to my initial e-mail to them as much as out of the blue E-mails from other girls. That's great, except most of them never responded to my response. There was one girl that sounded cool but she admitted to me that she takes drugs so that ended that for me. I have a potential date with a French girl later this week but I'm not too interested. I'm going to set it up regardless just to get out there and meet people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in a nutshell I'm doing fine but there are a lot of changes that are int eh process of happening (hopefully sooner than later): new job; new apartment; new g/f? I feel kind of "blah" lately but in 2 weeks I will be heading to a wedding in Tennessee so that will be a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will make every effort to update when interesting things occur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1975133697543600318-29666146390449697?l=latedatebloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/29666146390449697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1975133697543600318&amp;postID=29666146390449697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/29666146390449697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/29666146390449697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2010/09/end-of-summer-review.html' title='End Of Summer Review'/><author><name>Elwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02959657300891286912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kb0Z_tg3--w/STdgLpQ-O4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/zTsEdBINHUg/S220/buds_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975133697543600318.post-4528924374209922739</id><published>2010-08-20T00:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T00:27:32.480-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank God For The Wire</title><content type='html'>The week back to work after having time off is always tough. Add onto to that the fact that Indie Rock Girl is gone probably forever. She e-mailed me the other day to say she had fun in My City and and said our friendship is special to me and hopes we can always be friends. So that was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To keep me sane I've been watching an episode of The Wire, Season 1, every day this week. And it's helping!&lt;br /&gt;Then when I'm through with that, I got Battlestar Galactica to get into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooray for HMV gift certificates!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1975133697543600318-4528924374209922739?l=latedatebloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/4528924374209922739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1975133697543600318&amp;postID=4528924374209922739' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/4528924374209922739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/4528924374209922739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2010/08/thank-god-for-wire.html' title='Thank God For The Wire'/><author><name>Elwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02959657300891286912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kb0Z_tg3--w/STdgLpQ-O4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/zTsEdBINHUg/S220/buds_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975133697543600318.post-8629034233085811120</id><published>2010-08-16T23:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T23:10:59.565-04:00</updated><title type='text'>All good things come to an end</title><content type='html'>She's gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had dinner together tonight at a great vegetarian place. Then she came over to check something on the Internet. I walked her to the door. We hugged and she said "Well... bye!". Or something along those lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have much else to say either. I'm trying not to make a big deal out of it and figured the less said the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She leaves tomorrow to fly back home and I'm not sure if she'll ever come back to Montreal. I guess the plan is to stay in touch via e-mail but I'm hoping to keep them pretty sporadic so I don't get too excited and distracted by them. I knwo it sounds silly but I have to get it in my head that from now on it'll be e-mails from a friend, like a pen pal, and not like a long distant girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry about me, I'm fine this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a lot of fun with her this past week but we both knew this was going to happen and I have other things to keep my mind afloat: 1. Findind a new job and 2. finding a new apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my roommates have informed me that they will be wanting to live alone come this January (they are a couple) which makes total sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I gave IRG her gift and she loved it. We ended up going to her friend'sd party which was fun adn had &lt;i&gt;amazing food&lt;/i&gt;. Then we ended the night at the apartment she was staying at. This time she invited me up, so that felt nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well she's gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll get over her but I can't but say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1975133697543600318-8629034233085811120?l=latedatebloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/8629034233085811120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1975133697543600318&amp;postID=8629034233085811120' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/8629034233085811120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/8629034233085811120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2010/08/all-good-things-come-to-end.html' title='All good things come to an end'/><author><name>Elwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02959657300891286912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kb0Z_tg3--w/STdgLpQ-O4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/zTsEdBINHUg/S220/buds_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975133697543600318.post-4717689370604656564</id><published>2010-08-14T12:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T12:16:17.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Week With Indie Rock Girl</title><content type='html'>What started off as an awkward beginning soon melted into a comfortable state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my freak out on Monday night, Indie Rock Girl and I met up Tuesday night to go watch a Shakespeare play in the park. The weather was beautiful and we biked there. When we arrived she &lt;i&gt;asked me&lt;/i&gt; to hold he hand. Immediately it felt like a &lt;i&gt;huge weight&lt;/i&gt; fell off my shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The play was a lot of fun. I really thought I'd hate it but it was very enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the show I biked with her back to the apartment and we stared at each other for a few seconds in silence so I asked if I could come up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut to 5 minutes later making out on the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll spare the details but we ended up in the bed and we had a pretty long period of sex. Aside from the time I went home with a friend just after IRG left (we never had intercourse), this was the first time I had sex since May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday morning we went for breakfast and then spent the day shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night she came to watch me perform in a show and then we called it an early night since we had to get up early the next morning to go to the water slides with my brother Ira and his 2 friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day at the water slides was a lot of fun. I didn't plan it that way, but ended up spending almost all my time with IRG since she didn't want to do a lot of the same stuff as my brother and his friends. However, everyone was really cool about it and she was fine when I ditched a little to go hang out with my bro on a ride or two. Originally I thought I'd miss out on a lot of fun rides since she seemed to just want to laze around in the pool and stuff but when my bro and his friends went off to wait in line for a specific ride, IRG and I ended up doing &lt;i&gt;all the rides&lt;/i&gt; at the park (there are about 10 different kinds) and when we met up again, Ira and his friends had only been able to do that &lt;i&gt;one ride&lt;/i&gt; due to the line up (it's the most popular one).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the water slides, I had to rush home to get ready for another show I was in. IRG met me there to watch us perform. It was a pretty good show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the show, I walked her home and asked if I could come up again. I didnt' like that I had to ask but I really just wanted to spend the night with her. I had no intention of having sex. I just figured our time together is coming to an end and it would feel nice to sleep with another body. At first she was skeptical because she thought I asked to come up for sex, but when I told her i just wanted to sleep together, she was ok with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning we woke up in each others arms and when I left to get my day going, she &lt;i&gt;thanked me for coming up and said it was nice&lt;/i&gt;! That just blew my mind since I felt like I did a very needy thing and then she ended up being glad I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday I spent the day with my parents and had another show at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today (Saturday) I have a few errands to attend to and I really want to see if I could work on her birthday present. Obviously I'd rather just spend time with her but I decided to save time, instead of making it on the computer, I could do it by hand using pencil crayons and it'll go a hell of a lot faster, and look more homemade too. Then I'll meet her later today to hang out for a bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I get the chance, because tonight is a party her friend's are throwing her and even though I'll be there, it''ll be hard to spend time 1 on 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I best get my day started!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1975133697543600318-4717689370604656564?l=latedatebloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/4717689370604656564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1975133697543600318&amp;postID=4717689370604656564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/4717689370604656564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/4717689370604656564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-week-with-indie-rock-girl.html' title='My Week With Indie Rock Girl'/><author><name>Elwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02959657300891286912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kb0Z_tg3--w/STdgLpQ-O4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/zTsEdBINHUg/S220/buds_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975133697543600318.post-318093779004404210</id><published>2010-08-09T22:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T22:59:29.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I will never learn</title><content type='html'>I spent most of th eafternoon and evening with Indie Rock Girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I invited her to come to the water slides with Ira and I on Wednesday so we had to go bathing suit shopping since she left hers back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we went to a park so I could play guitar and her read a book. I was so tired a fell asleep for a couple of minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We returned to my place and made dinner together. I forgot how much fun it is to make dinner with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we ate we were going to watch a movie but I had to finsih a project for someone and when I was done she was too tired so we played cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point after spending all day with her my mind had turned to mush adn all I wanted to do was kiss her. I was having a hard time concentrating on anything. Then I walked her to the door and we hugged for an extended period of time. No one wanted to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pulled back, looked at her... and did nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She walked to my door talked a few more minutes, saw me staring at her with puppy dog eyes and asked "what?" and I just told her i was tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went down the stairs and walked away. She turned back as she went down the sidewalk and I waved. She waved back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is this so hard?? We said we'd have fun, so why do I have this feeling of hesitation?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1975133697543600318-318093779004404210?l=latedatebloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/318093779004404210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1975133697543600318&amp;postID=318093779004404210' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/318093779004404210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/318093779004404210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-will-never-learn.html' title='I will never learn'/><author><name>Elwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02959657300891286912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kb0Z_tg3--w/STdgLpQ-O4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/zTsEdBINHUg/S220/buds_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975133697543600318.post-6122316098625635450</id><published>2010-08-09T01:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T01:57:57.338-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A fun Wedding and a week ahead</title><content type='html'>Last night I went to a wedding with Indie Rock Girl. The whole reason she is in town was for this wedding and she had arranged for me to be her date. The plan was to meet her at her friends' place in a spot pretty far from my apartment and in no way on the way to the wedding, but I went there nonetheless so I wouldn't arrive at the wedding all alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up rushing like mad to get ready and after putting on my suit and preparing my tie perfectly, that's when I realized I forgot to shave and had to rush even more, After shaving at the speed of light, I ran down to the Subway and arrived where IRG told me to meet them in&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;just the nick of time&lt;/i&gt;! I hopped into the cab and we went to the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wedding was located in a restaurant by the port of My City. It was a very nice looking place and a cute small ceremony. The couple were married by the court of law with the bride's father reading all the legal documents to make it a legal marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the ceremony was an open bar followed by the supper of the night. It is the first wedding Ive been to that instead of asking the patron which dish they wanted, small bowls were prepared of several dishes and we got to take what we wanted to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from the open bar, during the meal, they were not cheap on the wine at all. As soon as your glass was looking empty, they just filled it up again. I ended up having quite a bit to drink and IRG had even&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;more&lt;/i&gt;. I've actually never seen her drink so much before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About halfway during the dancing part, a bunch of us were hanging outside on the patio and IRG and I ended up holding hands secretely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed at the wedding until about 12:30am when I left with IRG to walk to the Subway. The whole walk there we ended up holding hands and even when she let go to tie her show or fix something, she just went back and grabbed my hand again, which honestly, felt really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived at the Subway, again we had to go in seperate directions. However, when I went to give her a hug, somehow our lips met and we kissed briefly. We did not make out or anything btu I didnt' see her regreting he decision on letting me kiss her.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm almost 99% sure all of that happened because of the alcohol. In any case, I am now officially on vacation for a full week. She is here the entire week and as of tomorrow will eb staying at the apartment of the newly weds to house sit. Thaey happen to live exactly 1 block away. I hope to hang otu with ehr at least several times this week and have no idea how things will pan out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shall see...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1975133697543600318-6122316098625635450?l=latedatebloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/6122316098625635450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1975133697543600318&amp;postID=6122316098625635450' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/6122316098625635450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/6122316098625635450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2010/08/last-night-i-went-to-wedding-with-indie.html' title='A fun Wedding and a week ahead'/><author><name>Elwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02959657300891286912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kb0Z_tg3--w/STdgLpQ-O4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/zTsEdBINHUg/S220/buds_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975133697543600318.post-5359432833911211362</id><published>2010-08-07T09:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T09:40:21.739-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Must... Avoid... Awkwardness!</title><content type='html'>Thursday was Indie Rock Girl's birthday (fun fact - she's actually 2 years older than me) and was the same day she arrived in My City for her 12 day visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The primary reason for her visit is a wedding. Someone she used to work with is getting married. Today in fact.&lt;br /&gt;Then, she decided since she loved Montreal so much, she would stay for an extra week. So for those of you who are wondering, she didn't come &lt;i&gt;just&lt;/i&gt; to visit me. Although, as mentioned in an earlier post, she had told me via e-mail that we could be &lt;i&gt;pretend&lt;/i&gt; girlfriend/boyfriend but that was over a month ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said I'm not really sure what to do or what I &lt;i&gt;want&lt;/i&gt; to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday, I met up with her and her friends for dinner and then just her and I went to see a comedy show. Following the show, I treated her for ice cream and then we walked to the subway together. We had to go in opposite directions, adn my car was hear coming, so I gave her a hug and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i could have tried to kiss her but I'll admit I'm afraid. I'm glad she's back and when I hung out with her it felt like she never left. I just don't want to scare her off. I'd rather do nothing and have a guaranteed fun tie with her than try something and make everything awkward between us. I know she told me we could be pretend dating but she's also said she likes being my friend in a later e-mail as well as signed the gift she sent me with "Your friend, Indie Rock Girl". It is possible she just changed her mind and I'm just too afraid to ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now she's staying at a friend's place at the other side of town but come Monday she'll be house sitting for the newly weds and will be only one block away from me. I'm also off work for the entire week, so the plan is to hang out all week if possible. I'm also her date for the wedding so I'll get to see her today as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that being said, I think I'll just step back and see what happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1975133697543600318-5359432833911211362?l=latedatebloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/5359432833911211362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1975133697543600318&amp;postID=5359432833911211362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/5359432833911211362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/5359432833911211362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2010/08/must-avoid-awkwardness.html' title='Must... Avoid... Awkwardness!'/><author><name>Elwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02959657300891286912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kb0Z_tg3--w/STdgLpQ-O4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/zTsEdBINHUg/S220/buds_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975133697543600318.post-7218843476041663245</id><published>2010-08-05T17:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T17:59:53.042-04:00</updated><title type='text'>She's back</title><content type='html'>TOday INdie Rock Girl arrived in My City. She's here for over a week.&lt;br /&gt;I also managed to take off next week from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expect a lot of blogging all of a sudden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to her birthday dinner right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates to follow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1975133697543600318-7218843476041663245?l=latedatebloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/7218843476041663245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1975133697543600318&amp;postID=7218843476041663245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/7218843476041663245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/7218843476041663245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2010/08/shes-back.html' title='She&apos;s back'/><author><name>Elwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02959657300891286912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kb0Z_tg3--w/STdgLpQ-O4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/zTsEdBINHUg/S220/buds_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975133697543600318.post-1846372355055478806</id><published>2010-07-24T09:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T09:20:48.770-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexpected Gifts</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I received a package from Indie Rock Girl, all the way from San Fransisco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened it up to discover a book and a CD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book is a used&amp;nbsp; book from an author I never heard of. Inside the book was a note on the dedications page that reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Elwood,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;To the man of a thousand stories, a book of more stories.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Have a great Birthday!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Your friend.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Indie Rock Girl &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. I totally did not expect any gifts at all, and if anything if she were to give me something I figured it'd be when she's visiting here in 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that bothers me is how she signed it "Your Friend". Either she's &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; trying to drive a point though or maybe she thinks I'll forget who she is in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I just hope I dont' act too weird around her when she's in town. I officially got that same week off and I've got plenty of things on my plate already so I know I wont be following her around like a dog but it will be nice to see her again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1975133697543600318-1846372355055478806?l=latedatebloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/1846372355055478806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1975133697543600318&amp;postID=1846372355055478806' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/1846372355055478806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/1846372355055478806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2010/07/unexpected-gifts.html' title='Unexpected Gifts'/><author><name>Elwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02959657300891286912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kb0Z_tg3--w/STdgLpQ-O4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/zTsEdBINHUg/S220/buds_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975133697543600318.post-4590154400389478458</id><published>2010-07-24T09:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T09:11:38.485-04:00</updated><title type='text'>That time of year again</title><content type='html'>Monday is my birthday. I'll be turning 29. This is my last year in my 20's. Do things really go down hill from there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing too crazy planned this year. When I was younger I used to try and invite &lt;i&gt;everyone&lt;/i&gt; I know and have a huge party at some bar and get really wasted. For my 21st, I think 30 people or more I know showed up to the bar and we took over the whole upper section. I drank way too much and spent the whole night puking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt many lessons that night and starting toning it down in the following years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year I went to a quirky thing called a Silent Disco where you go to dance but all the music is coming from headphones you're wearing, not giant speakers. So the room itself is pretty quiet when you remove your headphones. That party, 8-10 people showed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I decided to have a house party. The last 2 years Ive had people over and then we've gone somewhere else, but this time I want a full 100%, come after 9pm, house party. Music, snacks, beer, friends. I ended up inviting ~ 50 people on Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I expect maybe 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to say I think I'm unpopular, it's because of miscommunication.&amp;nbsp; Originally I organized for the party to be at my place. Then I found out I forgot i had to work at the comedy club that night, so rather then cancel, I moved it to a bar nearby to meet after my show. &lt;i&gt;Then&lt;/i&gt; I got work that the comedy club fucked up and I'm actually working &lt;i&gt;next &lt;/i&gt;week. So i moved the party back to my place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how many people are going to get lost. Then last night i went out to this registration party for a really cool film festival I partake in every year and bumped into a bunch of people I know. To each I said "So you coming tomorrow night?". The response each time: "What's tomorrow night?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's not quantity, but the quality I guess. I'm sure &lt;i&gt;some&lt;/i&gt; people I know will come. I slept &lt;i&gt;really&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;bad last night and this morning it sounds like a demolition team decided to cause total chaos right outside my window, so I got about 6 hours of bad sleep.So it's probably best if I dont' over do it tonight anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better get my day started and clean up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you know how it goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1975133697543600318-4590154400389478458?l=latedatebloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/4590154400389478458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1975133697543600318&amp;postID=4590154400389478458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/4590154400389478458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/4590154400389478458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2010/07/that-time-of-year-again.html' title='That time of year again'/><author><name>Elwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02959657300891286912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kb0Z_tg3--w/STdgLpQ-O4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/zTsEdBINHUg/S220/buds_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975133697543600318.post-5213120069663626490</id><published>2010-07-24T08:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T08:57:56.154-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost all comunication skills</title><content type='html'>So last Wednesday I went on a date with another person I met recently on Plentyoffish.com. She had contacted me out of the blue, simply stating that I seemed like a funny person. After a bunch of back and forth e-mails, I got her phone number and arranged a date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met up close to where I live and I brought her to a little hipster type cafe with really good vegetarian food (and I'm not even a vegetarian).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was cute and seemed nice but I totally blew it. Why, you might ask? because I've &lt;i&gt;officially&lt;/i&gt; forgotten how to communicate with women (or maybe people in general).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're talking and I discovered she was Moroccan. That's fine, except for reasons I don't even know, I proceed to ask her questions about her culture. See, my ex sister-in-law (Ira's ex wife) was Moroccan. So, I was curious if this girl followed the same customs my brother's ex's family did. But it ended coming out like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Elwood&lt;/i&gt;: So when Passover is finished and you're allowed to eat bread again, does your family do that thing where they only eat sweets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Moroccan:&lt;/i&gt; Yes we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Elwood: &lt;/i&gt;My brother's Ex used to host that at their place when they were married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Moroccan:&lt;/i&gt; Oh that's nice :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Elwood: &lt;/i&gt;Yeah! I &lt;i&gt;always hated that!&lt;/i&gt; We'd always go over and eat pancakes when all I ever wanted was something with more substance. One year I left early to go eat at Wendy's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Moroccan:&lt;/i&gt; Oh... I kind of like my traditions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didnt' seem too insulted and I tried to save my ass by apologizing, saying I was just rambling about old memories ad how I had a long day at work. She said she also had a long day at work and expects to say equally awkward things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to eat and hung out for an hour but here's where I had my second strike (in my mind). We ended up talking about work and I feel like I spoke a bit too much about my work. On the bright side, she seemed to agree with my views 100% and gave me advice and a website to check out for new jobs. So that was cool. However, I don't feel like I really got to learn much about her because i babbled so much about my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of our date, she pulled what I've done in the past. Her bus came so she ran for it, so we departed in an awkward manner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave it a couple of days and decided last minute to invite her to an event last night but I didn't know if she works on Fridays or what so instead of calling her during the day, I texted her. It's possible she never got it or chose to ignore it but I never heard back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My attitude now is to just go on dates and have fun with absolutely 0% expectation (as oppose to Elwood of the past) but now I'm realizing I should still put a bit of an effort to come off as a cool guy who actually cares to listen to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well practice makes perfect I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1975133697543600318-5213120069663626490?l=latedatebloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/5213120069663626490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1975133697543600318&amp;postID=5213120069663626490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/5213120069663626490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/5213120069663626490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2010/07/lost-all-comunication-skills.html' title='Lost all comunication skills'/><author><name>Elwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02959657300891286912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kb0Z_tg3--w/STdgLpQ-O4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/zTsEdBINHUg/S220/buds_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975133697543600318.post-6933613214046497531</id><published>2010-07-20T00:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T00:31:04.810-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A month in review</title><content type='html'>Yeah I've been real busy and lazy and havn't been posting anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's what you missed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My job moved offices from very close to my apartment (20 min) to very far from my apartment (~1 hour) by public transit. The new office is nice but I don't have my own office. I got thrown into the warehouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I decided to start looking for a new job. I've applied a bit and even had an interview but it was with a company a bit too similar to what I'm doing right now, so I turned down teh second interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I've been doing a shitload of improv lately. Thats been a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I was sick a couple of weeks ago, so that sucked but I'm much better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I went on a date with someone who cantacted me online. Turned out she dated one of Wendy's friends back when I was dating Wendy and we actually met at Wendy's party 3 years ago. Weird. The date itself was aweful. We spent an hour driving tryign to find parking. Then all she wanted to talk about was dating. She basically is looking for marriage and I told her i"m just loking to have fun. So she decided to give me advice: &lt;i&gt;I need a fuxck buddy&lt;/i&gt;. Wow,. And then she didn't even offer herself! Haha. I was tempted to joke abotu that but I kept my tongue. As soon as I was done my beer and asked if she'd like to leave, she practically bolted to the door. At the end she felt the need to inform &lt;i&gt;me&lt;/i&gt; that it would never work out. Dont' worry I caught on right at the beginning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Another girl unrelated also contacted me online. She said she thought my profile was funny. We're due to meet for a date ths wednesday. So I'm glad to see that I'll have dating stuff to talk abotu again, since this &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; a dating blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-In 3 weeks, IRG will be back in town. I'm both excited and nervous. We'll see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1 week, it's my birthday. I'mboth excited and nervous. We'll see what happens :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1975133697543600318-6933613214046497531?l=latedatebloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/6933613214046497531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1975133697543600318&amp;postID=6933613214046497531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/6933613214046497531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/6933613214046497531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2010/07/month-in-review.html' title='A month in review'/><author><name>Elwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02959657300891286912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kb0Z_tg3--w/STdgLpQ-O4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/zTsEdBINHUg/S220/buds_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975133697543600318.post-7564551957762626725</id><published>2010-07-20T00:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T00:21:56.612-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost Post: Questions Answered</title><content type='html'>I did it again. I wrote a blog post and only &lt;i&gt;saved &lt;/i&gt;it instead of &lt;i&gt;published!&lt;/i&gt;. This one dates back to almost a month ago. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I wrote &lt;a href="http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-thinking-of-you.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; post, I received a comment from a reader, Stepahine who had this to ask:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- are you still in contact with IRG?&lt;br /&gt;- does she miss you?&lt;br /&gt;- why is  her going back to the US the end? just because everybody expects it and  it's common sense...&lt;br /&gt;You still have time enough to use common sense,  why not live now?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got me thinking and I e-mailed IRG to find out how things will be when she is visiting next month. Turns out she is actually staying here over a full week and will be house-sitting a friends place not too far from where I live.I basically mentioned in my e-mail that I was thinking of taking the same week off work while she is here visiting and admitted I was still thining of her and just wanted to know her thoughts so when we are together we are on the same page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From her response i can now answer those questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- are you still in contact with IRG?&lt;/i&gt; Yes we e-mail back and forth almost every second day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- does she miss you? &lt;/i&gt;She mentioned in her e-mail how she had a lot of fun with me while she was here and wants to have fun again when she returns, but hasn't mentioned that she misses me. So, no, I don't think she misses me but is excited to see me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- why is  her going back to the US the end? just because everybody expects it and  it's common sense...&lt;/i&gt; Because I don't want a long distance relationship and she &lt;i&gt;definitely&lt;/i&gt; does not want one. She wrote that while she is back, she wants to hang out and do a lot together and we could even be "pretend" boyfriend/girlfriend but when she leaves again, that's it for good. She never knows when she'll be back and she wants to start looking for dates online. Her words exactly: &lt;i&gt;But when I get back from my vacation, I think I might try to do some  Craig's List dating again. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She ends with: &lt;i&gt;So all this is to say that I always want to be your friend and I want to  spend my vacation time with you, but I still don't plan on us being a  permanent type of long-distance relationship, you know?&amp;nbsp; I'm sure you  know, but I just want to be clear.&amp;nbsp; I hope this isn't upsetting or  something.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1975133697543600318-7564551957762626725?l=latedatebloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/7564551957762626725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1975133697543600318&amp;postID=7564551957762626725' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/7564551957762626725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/7564551957762626725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2010/07/lost-post-questions-answered.html' title='Lost Post: Questions Answered'/><author><name>Elwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02959657300891286912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kb0Z_tg3--w/STdgLpQ-O4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/zTsEdBINHUg/S220/buds_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975133697543600318.post-8484426205924657556</id><published>2010-06-26T00:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T00:35:20.245-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No Interest</title><content type='html'>I'm starting to realize how lately I've just had absolutely no interest in dating or pursuing anyone right now. I've been browsing a little on &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;"&gt;Plentyoffish&lt;/span&gt;.com and &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;"&gt;Okcupid&lt;/span&gt;.com but haven't really felt like contacting anyone. The one or two messages I've gotten, I didnt' really care to respond to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ira wants me to go with him to this &lt;i&gt;No Pants Party&lt;/i&gt; tomorrow night, but i"m just not feeling it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I'm not sure if I'll have anything too exciting to write about for now. I'm just keeping it low key at the moment. I am really curious how things will turn out in a month when &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;"&gt;IRG&lt;/span&gt; comes back for that week, but until then I'm just going to chill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1975133697543600318-8484426205924657556?l=latedatebloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/8484426205924657556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1975133697543600318&amp;postID=8484426205924657556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/8484426205924657556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/8484426205924657556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2010/06/no-interest.html' title='No Interest'/><author><name>Elwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02959657300891286912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kb0Z_tg3--w/STdgLpQ-O4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/zTsEdBINHUg/S220/buds_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975133697543600318.post-4952204409716593796</id><published>2010-06-20T22:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T22:51:53.758-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm thinking of you...</title><content type='html'>It's been over a month and I realized I'm still thinking and talking to others about Indie Rock Girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I miss her more than I realize...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I changed teh design of the site. It now matches my shirt in the picture!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1975133697543600318-4952204409716593796?l=latedatebloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/4952204409716593796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1975133697543600318&amp;postID=4952204409716593796' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/4952204409716593796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/4952204409716593796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-thinking-of-you.html' title='I&apos;m thinking of you...'/><author><name>Elwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02959657300891286912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kb0Z_tg3--w/STdgLpQ-O4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/zTsEdBINHUg/S220/buds_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975133697543600318.post-2786206438691076742</id><published>2010-06-10T20:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T20:08:08.888-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Plans Changed</title><content type='html'>Apologies for being M.I.A. for the past 2 weeks or so. I lot of things have been going on and I've just been so busy. I recently found out that my office is moving from somewhere close to my place (20 min) to somewhere far from my place (~1 hour). So I've been getting my shit together and getting motivated to start looking for a new job. I feel like it's time to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This doesn't mean I haven't been having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literally only 4 days after I wrote a post about how &lt;a href="http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2010/05/lone-warrior.html"&gt;I'm going to take at least a month&lt;/a&gt; off before I even look at another girl, I got drunk and went home with a friend. Totally &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; how I expected that night to end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was out doing a comedy show and had plans of maybe meeting up with this girl I know from the theater. We kind of hung out a few times with other theater folk and happen to bump into each other earlier int eh week and I went over to her place for a beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This night, after the show, I called her up and she was heading to a what she called a "loft party". It sounded like fun so I met her there. It ended up being one of the most straight-out-of-a-college-movie I've ever been to. You know those movies that have a scene or are about a party where it's just packed with great looking people, there's this awesome band playing and everyone is just drinking and having fun. usually this leads to some kind of &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;"&gt;hijinx&lt;/span&gt; afterwards? Well &lt;i&gt;that's&lt;/i&gt; the kind of party I was at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived there at like 12am. My friend, we'll call her Ozzy, forgot to tell me, but it ended up being a 1920's themed party. Everyone there was dressed up. There were even 4 guys looking like the &lt;a href="http://www.simpsoncrazy.com/product_pics/bsharps.gif"&gt;B-sharps&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ozzy had brought a bunch of beers and it was too late for me to buy any but she ended up feeding me beer all night. Then the band started. They were freaking amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were like this instrumental post rock band. Ozzy worked with a bunch of them and was totally into it. It was a tiny place and it was packed and everyone was loving it. There was even a tiny bar serving alcohol (illegally?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point, after the band ended, the cops showed up and Ozzy and I ended up at the apartment above the current one. Everyone kind of just moved up there, so we did too. After another hour or so of partying, the people in that apartment kicked everyone out, so we all moved back to the original one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what tie it was but I realized I was standing pretty close to Ozzy and our hands kind of touched, so I went for it and held her hand and then gave her a kiss. &lt;i&gt;Immediately&lt;/i&gt; after making out for like 2 minutes, she turns to me and says "So you want to go?". Next thing I know it I'm outside her apartment and she immediately says "want to come up?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In her place, her roommates are still up (by now it's like 5 am, the sun ) is coming up and we sit and have &lt;i&gt;more&lt;/i&gt; beer. Eventually, the roommate left us alone and we crawled into Ozzy's room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now just a reminder that by then I had like 6 or 7 beers, which for me is a lot. It didnt' take much for both of us to get naked but I was so sloshed there was no way I was going to have the ability to have actual sex. I did please her though and then we both just passed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really sloppy and the first thought I had when I woke up, surprisingly was guilt. I know there was nothing to feel guilty about but I felt I had just finished things with &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;"&gt;IRG&lt;/span&gt; and then without a heartbeat I went and (almost) slept with &lt;i&gt;another&lt;/i&gt; friend of mine. I'm over it now but it did bug me for a couple of days. Especially when I got home from Ozzy's apartment and received an e-mail from &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;"&gt;IRG&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm super surprised I've already slept with 2 girls that I"m friends with. Actually, they are both friends with each other. &lt;i&gt;Actually&lt;/i&gt;, Ozzy was there the night I lost my virginity to my other friend. The 3 of us went out for drinks and I ended up going home with my other friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how long I can keep this up :P I'm running out of female friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1975133697543600318-2786206438691076742?l=latedatebloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/2786206438691076742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1975133697543600318&amp;postID=2786206438691076742' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/2786206438691076742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/2786206438691076742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2010/06/plans-changed.html' title='Plans Changed'/><author><name>Elwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02959657300891286912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kb0Z_tg3--w/STdgLpQ-O4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/zTsEdBINHUg/S220/buds_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975133697543600318.post-5352388569235456958</id><published>2010-05-25T21:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T21:42:02.662-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lone Warrior</title><content type='html'>It's been 2 weeks since Indie Rock Girl moved away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone keeps asking me how I'm doing, like I'm going to commit suicide or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IRG and I have been in touch almost everyday by e-mail and that has been really nice although I don't expect it to last forever.Lets face it. We'll both end up meeting new people and then it'll definitly be hard to keep in touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side, it's now summer and in My City, when Summer hits, it's like &lt;i&gt;Girls Gone Wild.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;The rate of car accidents go up because there are just so many gorgeous women out and about in the streets, hardly wearing anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not planning on even going on a date with anyone anytime soon but in the meantime, I'm just going to enjoy the streets :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1975133697543600318-5352388569235456958?l=latedatebloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/5352388569235456958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1975133697543600318&amp;postID=5352388569235456958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/5352388569235456958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/5352388569235456958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2010/05/lone-warrior.html' title='The Lone Warrior'/><author><name>Elwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02959657300891286912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kb0Z_tg3--w/STdgLpQ-O4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/zTsEdBINHUg/S220/buds_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975133697543600318.post-3684974573656840693</id><published>2010-05-15T00:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T00:38:10.737-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It begins already</title><content type='html'>Just 2 days after IRG and I had to end our 5 month relationship because she moved back home to the US for her job, I get an e-mail from OK!Cupid, stating that someone sent me a message. The username sounded familiar so I checked it out. It was familiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ended up being &lt;a href="http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-is-getting-too-easy.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess she was checking out OK!Cupid, recognized me and wondered whatever happened to me on Plentyoffish.com. SHe asked me if we're ever going to go for a beer (she asked me that the last time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I politely sent her a message saying how it's just been bad timing. She first contacted me when I started dating someone (IRG) and then now just 2 days after she left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, just as I was about to close the browser, she start a chat with me, saying how she's sorry about my current situation and that when I'm up for it to just let her know when we can go for a beer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me a few weeks and we'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1975133697543600318-3684974573656840693?l=latedatebloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/3684974573656840693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1975133697543600318&amp;postID=3684974573656840693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/3684974573656840693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/3684974573656840693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2010/05/it-begins-already.html' title='It begins already'/><author><name>Elwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02959657300891286912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kb0Z_tg3--w/STdgLpQ-O4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/zTsEdBINHUg/S220/buds_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975133697543600318.post-3462107093364173682</id><published>2010-05-15T00:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T00:20:50.991-04:00</updated><title type='text'>She's gone, but I'm OK</title><content type='html'>Wednesday was the last night I spent with Indie Rock Girl before she moved back to her home city in the United States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met up for our weekly tradition of snuggling in front of her laptop to &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;watch&lt;/span&gt; the week's episode of LOST (I heart Sawyer). I surprised her by skipping my dance class and showing up an hour early. I also bought her 2 coffee mugs of her favorite cartoon character as a house warming gift for her new place in the US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then things got &lt;i&gt;awkward&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was inevitable that it would be awkward but we ended up making out and then she started to get all stuffy and asked to stop. I listened and we chilled for a bit more but I figured she was just getting distracted and only wanted a break to get back on track. I started it again and after a bit of making out and stuff she stopped and told me she couldn't continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time she was really balling and was upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt weird to see someone have those kind of feelings over me. Don't get me wrong, I'm sad she's gone and we had to stop dating, but from the get go, we both knew it was a temp thing and went into it just having fun. I knew she's be sad we were breaking up but wasn't expecting that kind of a reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize I have &lt;i&gt;no idea&lt;/i&gt; what I want in a partner in terms of being serious but I did learn &lt;i&gt;a lot&lt;/i&gt; from her and realized she had a lot of qualities that I will look for in someone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="-moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous; -moz-background-origin: padding; background: yellow none repeat scroll 0% 0%;"&gt;IRG&lt;/span&gt; was definitely a &lt;i&gt;huge&lt;/i&gt; step up from Wendy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dated Wendy for almost a full year. All she ever talked about was her friends. She didn't eat any normal food (toast for supper) so I could never take her out for dinner (or any meal really). We never had sex and would only sit around and &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;watch&lt;/span&gt; a movie or &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="-moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous; -moz-background-origin: padding; background: yellow none repeat scroll 0% 0%;"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;. She'd get irritated over me really quickly, especially if I got lost while driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="-moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous; -moz-background-origin: padding; background: yellow none repeat scroll 0% 0%;"&gt;IRG&lt;/span&gt; on the other hand was super active. Was always up for going for a walk up the mountain or checking out a concert. She ate &lt;i&gt;everything&lt;/i&gt; so we got to try out a bunch of fun restaurants I'd never eaten at in my own city. She was super laid back and we never got into any arguments or fights. I got us totally lost on our road trip and she didn't care one bit. She liked just driving around aimlessly. Oh, and we had sex. Lots and &lt;i&gt;lots&lt;/i&gt; of sex. She even bought the first box of condoms we used!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously I'm not jumping up and down in joy that I'm single again but after a break from the dating scene (I promised myself to give it a month or so before I go on any dates) I'll eventually get back into it. So, keep coming back. I'm sure I'll find something to write about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1975133697543600318-3462107093364173682?l=latedatebloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/3462107093364173682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1975133697543600318&amp;postID=3462107093364173682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/3462107093364173682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/3462107093364173682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2010/05/shes-gone-but-im-ok.html' title='She&apos;s gone, but I&apos;m OK'/><author><name>Elwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02959657300891286912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kb0Z_tg3--w/STdgLpQ-O4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/zTsEdBINHUg/S220/buds_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975133697543600318.post-2968470923266611843</id><published>2010-05-04T23:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T23:24:11.540-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex Machine</title><content type='html'>All week I've been thinking about what happened Saturday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened was sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Two hours &lt;/i&gt;of multi-position, glow-in-the-dark-condom, exhausting sex with Indie Rock Girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the end of it I was close to hyperventilating. I literally collapsed on her and then fell to the floor where I laid in a half fetal position for a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I went from never having sex to &lt;i&gt;that!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;She's awesome and she's leaving in a week... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1975133697543600318-2968470923266611843?l=latedatebloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/2968470923266611843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1975133697543600318&amp;postID=2968470923266611843' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/2968470923266611843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/2968470923266611843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2010/05/sex-machine.html' title='Sex Machine'/><author><name>Elwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02959657300891286912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kb0Z_tg3--w/STdgLpQ-O4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/zTsEdBINHUg/S220/buds_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975133697543600318.post-4819779361529801584</id><published>2010-04-29T00:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T00:01:07.319-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The good kind of trouble</title><content type='html'>No, please don't worry about me. I'm not in any "trouble", but my brother Ira &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ring ring=""&gt;&lt;/ring&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Elwood&lt;/i&gt;: Hello?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ira:&lt;/i&gt; Hey Elwood, how's it going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Elwood:&lt;/i&gt; Hey bro. it's going good. Off to dance class, you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ira&lt;/i&gt;: Pretty good. I'm supposed to see a movie but my friend hasnt' shown up yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Elwood&lt;/i&gt;: "Friend"? Are you on a date again? With someone new?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ira&lt;/i&gt;: &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;"&gt;Urm&lt;/span&gt;... she's new... sort of...um..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Elwood&lt;/i&gt;: What;'s wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ira&lt;/i&gt;: I'm in a &lt;i&gt;lot&lt;/i&gt; of trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Elwood&lt;/i&gt; (actually concerned): Really?? What kind of trouble? What happened!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ira&lt;/i&gt;: I'm secretly dating like 5 girls at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after a few minutes of clarification, Ira is not sick, dying, had an accident or got fired. He's just feeling a little guilty that he's been seeing like 5 different girls at the same time and is worried a couple of them think he's being exclusive to them only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha! What a problem to get worried about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just curious how long this will last :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck Ira!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1975133697543600318-4819779361529801584?l=latedatebloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/4819779361529801584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1975133697543600318&amp;postID=4819779361529801584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/4819779361529801584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/4819779361529801584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2010/04/good-kind-of-trouble.html' title='The good kind of trouble'/><author><name>Elwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02959657300891286912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kb0Z_tg3--w/STdgLpQ-O4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/zTsEdBINHUg/S220/buds_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975133697543600318.post-3662535904392325121</id><published>2010-04-23T01:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T01:20:05.855-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Well Needed Vacation</title><content type='html'>I haven't been on here in a while, I know. Apologies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just been so busy work. One crazy deadline after another. Working late, working weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I hardly got to see &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;IRG&lt;/span&gt;, even on the weekend. We didn't get a chance to spend any night together (which also meant no sex).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, in the end things have seemed to work out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My deadline got extended to next week&lt;br /&gt;-I was allowed to have Friday off work,even though it was under the context that everything would be done before Friday. Instead, as mentioned above, deadline was moved!&lt;br /&gt;-Thursday night happen to be a concert I was going to with &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;IRG&lt;/span&gt; so since i no longer had to get up early in the morning tonight i was able to enjoy the show even more so.&lt;br /&gt;-Finally, this weekend just so happens to be the weekend that &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;IRG&lt;/span&gt; and I planned on going on a tiny road trip to Canada's capital city (Ottawa).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a car (rented), a place to stay (hotel room) and things to do (sight see, go hiking, sex (?)).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;IRG&lt;/span&gt; has been great about the whole thing since I've been so busy with work, she helped phone a few places for prices on a car and even printed maps without me even asking her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll be away for a few days but when I"m back, hopefully I'll have fun stuff to write about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1975133697543600318-3662535904392325121?l=latedatebloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/3662535904392325121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1975133697543600318&amp;postID=3662535904392325121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/3662535904392325121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/3662535904392325121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2010/04/well-needed-vacation.html' title='Well Needed Vacation'/><author><name>Elwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02959657300891286912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kb0Z_tg3--w/STdgLpQ-O4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/zTsEdBINHUg/S220/buds_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975133697543600318.post-7369942126186348951</id><published>2010-04-10T22:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T22:26:41.917-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh Oh</title><content type='html'>I realized last night, that whenever I'm having sex with Indie Rock Girl, I never know what to say to indicate that I'm about to ejaculate. For some reason I keep saying "Uh oh".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said that I don't need to say anything. I just need to go &lt;i&gt;faster&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fully noted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1975133697543600318-7369942126186348951?l=latedatebloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/7369942126186348951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1975133697543600318&amp;postID=7369942126186348951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/7369942126186348951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/7369942126186348951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2010/04/uh-oh.html' title='Uh Oh'/><author><name>Elwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02959657300891286912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kb0Z_tg3--w/STdgLpQ-O4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/zTsEdBINHUg/S220/buds_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975133697543600318.post-3395356759763340275</id><published>2010-04-07T00:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T00:04:30.851-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Weekend with Indie Rock Girl</title><content type='html'>This post is a reply of sorts to the very enthusiastic comment I received &lt;a href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1975133697543600318&amp;amp;postID=5647240828838044120"&gt;yesterday&lt;/a&gt; about my progress with Indie Rock Girl. Well, a lot has been happening lately, especially in the sex department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend we spent over 24 hours together. Friday night we went to a concert at a museum (quite interesting) and then headed back to my place. I showed her a few funny things on my computer and then we ended up making out on my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a single bed, so it's difficult being two people in/on it, but we made it work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I happen to have my own &lt;i&gt;stash&lt;/i&gt;of condoms due to the box I bought a month ago and a handful of interesting ones my buddy Spider Dude brought me from Australia, including a glow in the dark one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After many minutes of fooling around it was time for the main course and I will have to admit each time it seems to be getting better and lasting longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time, IRG actually went down on me. I was surprised since she told me she didn't like doing it, so I never asked. She told me that she kept dreaming about it and just &lt;i&gt;had&lt;/i&gt; to do it. I was wowed out of belief... and then returned the favor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning after so so sleep due to the small bed, we did another thing for the first time. We had a shower together. Actually, it was the first time I took a shower with someone else, &lt;i&gt;ever&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of found it a bit weird since we talked about it and she just wanted to shower together, not fool around or anything. I think I'll ave to get used to that kind of thing since so far a shower has been a very personal/alone time kind of activity. It was fun and interesting none the less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather was fantastic on Saturday and we spent all day going to parks and bike riding. Supper was at a friend's BBQ followed by a wonderful bike ride to her place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had had a few glasses of wine and was &lt;i&gt;exhausted&lt;/i&gt;but also &lt;i&gt;really really &lt;/i&gt;in the mood and could tell so was she so even though I was almost falling asleep on her bed while watching something on YouTube, I managed a second whim and we went at it like rabbits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time is marked the first time I&amp;nbsp; made her orgasm. She said she wanted to show me how:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;IRG:&lt;/i&gt; I want to show you how to touch me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Elwood:&lt;/i&gt; OK! But how, the lights are off and it's pitch black. I can't see anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;IRG: &lt;/i&gt;I'll show you with my hands, you don't need to see anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Elwood:&lt;/i&gt; Oh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a quick tutorial and several minutes of preping, I managed to make her feel really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While snuggling naked in her bed, she turns to me and says:&lt;br /&gt;"Wow! I was &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; into it tonight. I think it had to do with the fact we had the lights off this time".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1975133697543600318-3395356759763340275?l=latedatebloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/3395356759763340275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1975133697543600318&amp;postID=3395356759763340275' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/3395356759763340275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/3395356759763340275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-weekend-with-indie-rock-girl.html' title='My Weekend with Indie Rock Girl'/><author><name>Elwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02959657300891286912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kb0Z_tg3--w/STdgLpQ-O4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/zTsEdBINHUg/S220/buds_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975133697543600318.post-5647240828838044120</id><published>2010-03-29T23:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T23:56:13.115-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Passover</title><content type='html'>Tonight was the first night of Passover. Being Jewish, it's tradition to have a Seder (big meal) the first 2 nights of the 8 days of Passover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my surprise, my &lt;i&gt;mom&lt;/i&gt; had asked me to invite Indie Rock Girl to join us for the first Seder. I'm still convinced my mom doesn't know we're dating but she also continued to say that the reason she wants &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;"&gt;IRG&lt;/span&gt; to come is because my brother Jason (who's being an idiot and not talking to my parents for stupid reasons) is not coming with his family so our table will be empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, I invited &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;"&gt;IRG&lt;/span&gt; and she accepted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met before hand and then travelled to the suburbs to meet my family. The only other time I brought a girl over for dinner was when I was dating Wendy and that was already after 3 or 4 months. &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;"&gt;IRG&lt;/span&gt; and I have only known each other a couple of months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night went well without any major disasters. My Mom, Dad, my brother Ira and my Aunt were there and all seemed to like &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;"&gt;IRG&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout most of the night, I didn't really get a chance to talk to &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;"&gt;IRG&lt;/span&gt; too much. She seemed to interact with my family and did enjoy the food, but I seemed a bit worried she didn't have a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got a lift back into town and then took the subway towards our apartments (we live not too far from each other). Just when my mind was starting to go down that path called Worry, she turned to me and said "&lt;i&gt;You look cute tonight".&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sporting dress pants, a dress shirt and a tie. Also, I shaved my beard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had a beard for the past 3 months and Indie Rock Girl has not seen me without on&amp;nbsp; until tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also had a small chat about what to call each other. I admitted that I kept referring my friends to her as "the girl I'm dating" but was getting tired of it. She told me she's been referring me as her "Sort-of Boyfriend".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since she's leaving and I don't want a long distance relationship (actually wee have yet to talk about that...), I can live with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M SOMEONES SORT-OF BOYFRIEND!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1975133697543600318-5647240828838044120?l=latedatebloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/5647240828838044120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1975133697543600318&amp;postID=5647240828838044120' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/5647240828838044120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/5647240828838044120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-passover.html' title='Happy Passover'/><author><name>Elwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02959657300891286912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kb0Z_tg3--w/STdgLpQ-O4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/zTsEdBINHUg/S220/buds_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975133697543600318.post-4758893156574673073</id><published>2010-03-23T00:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T00:12:01.214-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't hear that everyday</title><content type='html'>"Yah we need to have sex a lot more often".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;definitely not&lt;/span&gt; something I thought I'd hear (or read in this case) from someone. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She realizes we're both extremely busy people and then when we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do &lt;/span&gt;manage to see each other, we're out and about doing stuff. We're both the type who want to explore and do things than just stay inside all the time wathching TV. Although now it seems like we may be doing a different kind of exploring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indie Rock Girl leaves in about 2 months. We have a lot of exploring to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1975133697543600318-4758893156574673073?l=latedatebloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/4758893156574673073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1975133697543600318&amp;postID=4758893156574673073' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/4758893156574673073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/4758893156574673073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-dont-hear-that-everyday.html' title='I don&apos;t hear that everyday'/><author><name>Elwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02959657300891286912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kb0Z_tg3--w/STdgLpQ-O4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/zTsEdBINHUg/S220/buds_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975133697543600318.post-2294621220516229101</id><published>2010-03-20T09:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T00:05:12.938-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Eights</title><content type='html'>The other day I was at Indie Rock Girl's sitting on her bed. I was teaching her how to play Crazy Eights and was trying to remember all the rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Elwood:&lt;/span&gt; "Ok so if you get a 2, you pick up 2 cards"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Indie Rock Girl&lt;/span&gt;: "Ok"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Elwood: &lt;/span&gt;"If you get an 8, you chane the suit. You can put down multiple cards of the same number..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Indie Rock Girl&lt;/span&gt;: "Ok"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Elwod: "&lt;/span&gt;...and if you put down an ace you can dop all cards of the same suit".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Indie Rock Girl&lt;/span&gt;: "Ok"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Elwood: &lt;/span&gt;"A jack mean you miss a turn, and the Queen of spades is pick up 5 cards"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Indie Rock Girl&lt;/span&gt;: "Ok"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Elwood:&lt;/span&gt; "and everytime a King is played, I get to kiss you".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Indie Rock Girl&lt;/span&gt;: "Ok! :) "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was half kidding when I said that but she was totally into it. Then I won. With a king.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1975133697543600318-2294621220516229101?l=latedatebloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/2294621220516229101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1975133697543600318&amp;postID=2294621220516229101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/2294621220516229101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/2294621220516229101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2010/03/crazy-eights.html' title='Crazy Eights'/><author><name>Elwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02959657300891286912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kb0Z_tg3--w/STdgLpQ-O4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/zTsEdBINHUg/S220/buds_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975133697543600318.post-6751396301621542365</id><published>2010-03-19T00:01:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T00:08:26.988-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun times</title><content type='html'>While snuggling in my bed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Indie Rock Girl:&lt;/span&gt; "I wish I could live in the USA (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;where she is from&lt;/span&gt;)  and here (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;where she is until May) &lt;/span&gt;at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Elwood:&lt;/span&gt; "So you're enjoying living here in My City now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Indie Rock Girl:&lt;/span&gt; "Ever since I met you it's been more fun"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Elwood:&lt;/span&gt; "I'm glad to hear that. I can always come and visit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Indie Rock Girl:&lt;/span&gt; "The invitation is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; open".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1975133697543600318-6751396301621542365?l=latedatebloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/6751396301621542365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1975133697543600318&amp;postID=6751396301621542365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/6751396301621542365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/6751396301621542365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2010/03/fun-times.html' title='Fun times'/><author><name>Elwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02959657300891286912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kb0Z_tg3--w/STdgLpQ-O4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/zTsEdBINHUg/S220/buds_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975133697543600318.post-8866196063340069845</id><published>2010-03-07T23:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T00:14:50.401-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Going for the gold</title><content type='html'>Last night it happened. I finally had what I considered real sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I attempted and failed to have sex with Wendy when we dated, but it always felt pressured and she never helped me out at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, there were 2 occasions were I tried to have sex with total strangers, one I met through the &lt;a href="http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2009/08/long-awaited-part-2.html"&gt;Internet&lt;/a&gt;, one at a &lt;a href="http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-halloween-2009-experience-part-2.html"&gt;Halloween party&lt;/a&gt;, but both times I had "performance" problems and didn't have actual intercourse (so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;technically&lt;/span&gt; not sex).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I did have my first go at intercourse sex with a friend who ended up at my place after some &lt;a href="http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2010/01/it-finally-happened.html"&gt;drinking &lt;/a&gt;and technically lost my virginity but the whole thing lasted literally 10 seconds and it was done way prematurely (i.e. not by my command).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the first 2 times with Indie Rock Girl were a let down, the first time having performance problems, the second time finished prematurely. However, last night was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;totally&lt;/span&gt; different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night started with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;IRG&lt;/span&gt; coming over for dinner. Before she arrived, she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;texted&lt;/span&gt; me to double check what time to show up at my place. Also in her text she included the question if she could stay the night (the answer was yes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She arrived in time for me to have dinner (take out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt;) on the table with candles -  I added a little romantic twist to dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner we went to my room, talked for a while and then got close and then kissed. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Finally&lt;/span&gt; it was time to go at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we succeeded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The experience was amazing:&lt;br /&gt;- No drinking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;involved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Not a stranger but someone I knew and was comfortable with&lt;br /&gt;- No worries about what I was doing&lt;br /&gt;- No worries about the lights being on&lt;br /&gt;- No worried about my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;roommates&lt;/span&gt; (they no longer are sleeping in the room next to mine).&lt;br /&gt;- No worries about protection (she brought a condom)&lt;br /&gt;- No performance problems (little Elwood was working just fine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The actual act last a good couple of minutes until I reached... what the term for a guy? Climax?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt so good, I literally almost cried. I told that to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;IRG&lt;/span&gt; and she smiled at me and said "That's awesome".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we snuggled and talked for like an hour. It felt great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I want to remember as my first real &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt; of having sex. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;IRG&lt;/span&gt; has said I'm getting better each time and she hopes there will be many more other times in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1975133697543600318-8866196063340069845?l=latedatebloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/8866196063340069845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1975133697543600318&amp;postID=8866196063340069845' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/8866196063340069845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/8866196063340069845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2010/03/going-for-gold.html' title='Going for the gold'/><author><name>Elwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02959657300891286912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kb0Z_tg3--w/STdgLpQ-O4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/zTsEdBINHUg/S220/buds_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975133697543600318.post-3515287808794308978</id><published>2010-03-03T23:11:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T23:22:09.349-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Fuck It Up</title><content type='html'>I feel like as hard as it is trying to "get the girl" it's the "keeping the girl" that's even harder. I'm not saying that I'm having a hard time with Indie Rock Girl, I just feel like instead of worrying about if she likes me or not, now I'm worrying about how to get her to keep liking me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met tonight to watch Lost and then we went to see friends of mine do a show and I just got home now. She left something in my room so she walked back with me and then we said our goodbyes and with a kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After she left my room mate brought to my attention that I sounded funny because I had asked her a question and then answered it myself. Them being:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So when do you think I'll be seeing you again?", and "Probably not for a long time".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just referring to the fact that I know she's not available Friday night and possibly Saturday night and I'm usually busy Sunday nights so that makes it until next week. However, it did sound pretty funny how I said it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; bugged me was that I suggested we meet tomorrow. She said no because she needs to rest. I don't blame her, we've been doing a lot together. My biggest fear (and I'm sure I've said it countless times) is to come across too needy. I doubt that little slip will push her away but I feel like I need to be careful. When I meet someone I like (even as friends), I just want to spend a lot of time with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we may meet up again on Saturday. Until then...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1975133697543600318-3515287808794308978?l=latedatebloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/3515287808794308978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1975133697543600318&amp;postID=3515287808794308978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/3515287808794308978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/3515287808794308978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2010/03/dont-fuck-it-up.html' title='Don&apos;t Fuck It Up'/><author><name>Elwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02959657300891286912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kb0Z_tg3--w/STdgLpQ-O4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/zTsEdBINHUg/S220/buds_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975133697543600318.post-2163184535599240929</id><published>2010-03-02T00:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T00:28:43.624-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Making It Easy For Me</title><content type='html'>I received an e-mail from Indie Rock girl today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No not &lt;a href="http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2007/12/dreaded-e-mail.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; kind of e-mail. A Good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was asking me how my day was and they asked me if I could do something for her. She wants me to learn one of her favorite songs on the guitar so I could play it for her while she sings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking the other day how it would be fun to learn a song just for her. It kind of takes away the romanticism (and element of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt;) but now I have a song I can learn just for her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1975133697543600318-2163184535599240929?l=latedatebloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/2163184535599240929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1975133697543600318&amp;postID=2163184535599240929' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/2163184535599240929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/2163184535599240929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2010/03/making-it-easy-for-me.html' title='Making It Easy For Me'/><author><name>Elwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02959657300891286912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kb0Z_tg3--w/STdgLpQ-O4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/zTsEdBINHUg/S220/buds_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975133697543600318.post-3858011583794494245</id><published>2010-02-28T23:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T00:02:28.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Company = Good Times</title><content type='html'>Once a year in My City there is a night where the downtown area has activities that last through the night. Museums, theatres, exhibits are places, etc. all stay open until the early morning hours.  That night was last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a really hit and miss affair. I've had some years where everything I went to blew my mind, others not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year was so-so in the 'wow department' but the friends I hung out with made it enjoyable &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nonetheless&lt;/span&gt;. I was with 2 guy friends and Indie Rock Girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 4am, we all decided to call it a night. Being the gentleman i am, I walked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;IRG&lt;/span&gt; home and when we arrived at her place she invited me in. This is the second time I stayed the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;totally&lt;/span&gt; exhausted but after much force, managed to break my tired spell and we got to fooling around. Yet again I had problems but we did end up moving ahead a step. If this trend continues, we'll be having normal sex real soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing was the communication. Being with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;IRG&lt;/span&gt; is awesome for that. She has a non-stress attitude and when we were done and cuddling we talked about a lot of stuff including sex related things as well. She told me she's happy with how I'm trying to please her and the next time we get it on she'll show me exactly what she likes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then slept the night and spent most of the day in bed talking. It felt great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far things just keep getting better and better with her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1975133697543600318-3858011583794494245?l=latedatebloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/3858011583794494245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1975133697543600318&amp;postID=3858011583794494245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/3858011583794494245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/3858011583794494245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2010/02/good-company-good-times.html' title='Good Company = Good Times'/><author><name>Elwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02959657300891286912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kb0Z_tg3--w/STdgLpQ-O4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/zTsEdBINHUg/S220/buds_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975133697543600318.post-1711936986230093408</id><published>2010-02-27T00:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T10:15:51.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I knew there had to be a catch</title><content type='html'>Last night, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;IRG&lt;/span&gt; and i went to a concert. It was awesome. I'm starting to feel more comfortable around her (and maybe girls in general?). I held her a bit during the show and we made out a bit on the way home. No more of this "kiss goodbye" nonsense I had with Rock Girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still catching myself second guessing my actions but I'm also conquering my fears and doing them anyways, as opposed to before when I wouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's made it easier for me too. She's spelled it out right in front of me her feelings for me. The other day I got an e-mail from her concerning something but she commented on how she really lucked out with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Craigslist&lt;/span&gt;. How he met a guy who is cute, funny and nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels almost too good to be true and I may have found out the reason why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the show, we had dinner together and we just talking about whatever until the conversation moved onto past relationships. That's when I found out that she had been dating a guy for about 2 years prior to moving to My City. They broke up before she moved but then he came to visit her several times and there was a lot of drama. In the end he told her never to talk to him again (for whatever reason) and now has a new girlfriend back in his home town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That happened only back in November. If you do the math, she's technically only been out of a 4 year relationship for 3 months. That's not a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now I realize I could just be a rebound guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, I figure we're both getting something &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;out&lt;/span&gt; of this very time limited "relationship":&lt;br /&gt;-She gets to spend time with a super awesome guy (me) , have fun and feel good.&lt;br /&gt;-I get to have more practice dating someone and doing things I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; really had a chance to explore before (sexual and non)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both parties win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope I don't discover she's a psycho before she leaves. After is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1975133697543600318-1711936986230093408?l=latedatebloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/1711936986230093408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1975133697543600318&amp;postID=1711936986230093408' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/1711936986230093408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/1711936986230093408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-knew-there-had-to-be-catch.html' title='I knew there had to be a catch'/><author><name>Elwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02959657300891286912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kb0Z_tg3--w/STdgLpQ-O4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/zTsEdBINHUg/S220/buds_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975133697543600318.post-6273353384708861943</id><published>2010-02-22T23:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T00:00:24.161-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"So I guess we're no longer platonic?"</title><content type='html'>All week Indie Rock Girl an I had planned to go see a show on Saturday night. I bought the tickets and we we're supposed to meet up and go enjoy ourselves. What was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;planned was being invited over for dessert (before we even went to the show).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show was excellent and then we walked back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;IRG's&lt;/span&gt; place. Both her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;room mates&lt;/span&gt; were out of town so we had the whole place to ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to defrost the dessert so while it sat on the counter, we sat on her bed and watched the Olympics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we made out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she stopped me to see the results for one of the races. Korea won gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we made out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then things went way past being 'strictly platonic'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to go into details because I feel it's unfair to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;IRG&lt;/span&gt; to talk about this stuff even if she doesn't know I write this blog (it makes me feel even more guilty) and it makes it feel a little less special to me if I tell everyone, but I will say this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it came for the moment of glory... I blanked again. This time I don't know why. I wasn't drunk. I was afraid. I know the person. I like the person. I didn't feel nervous. Yet, I just couldn't get &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;it&lt;/span&gt; to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually we gave up, but she didn't seem to care. She was quite cheery (I guess I pleased her enough) and we just laid there on her bed for a while and talked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only other thing to note is the only condom I had with me was a flavoured condom. Gross, I know. The only reason I even have the stupid things is because the first time I bought a  box years ago, I was super nervous and grabbed the first thing I found. I thought it said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lubricated&lt;/span&gt; but it actually said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;luscious colors&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I explained that to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;IRG&lt;/span&gt; and she laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut to Sunday night. I arrived home from hanging out with Ira to see I have an e-mail from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;IRG&lt;/span&gt;. She asked how I was and told me about her day. Then she mentions how she was at the drugstore and bought a box of non-scented condoms "so we'll be prepared for next time". She continued with "I hope there will be a next time!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when that will be, but hopefully sometime soon :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1975133697543600318-6273353384708861943?l=latedatebloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/6273353384708861943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1975133697543600318&amp;postID=6273353384708861943' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/6273353384708861943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/6273353384708861943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2010/02/so-i-guess-were-no-longer-platonic.html' title='&quot;So I guess we&apos;re no longer platonic?&quot;'/><author><name>Elwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02959657300891286912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kb0Z_tg3--w/STdgLpQ-O4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/zTsEdBINHUg/S220/buds_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975133697543600318.post-2772628267803409873</id><published>2010-02-19T00:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T00:50:39.679-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Base</title><content type='html'>Tonight I went over to Indie Rock Chick's apartment to watch this weeks episode of LOST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She made me pizza and then we headed into her room to watch it on her laptop.  The episode was AWESOME! Then we switched on the Olympics and watched that for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were sitting on her floor leaning against her bed. I then put my arm around her and eventually sometime during the Olympics, I leaned in and kissed her cheek and then her lips. We ended up making out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's official. I am claiming that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my move&lt;/span&gt;. It's the cheek than lips move. To all you shy people out there like me. It totally works. Just lean in, kiss the cheek and they will know right away your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;intentions&lt;/span&gt;. Hasn't failed me yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I wouldn't know since I never did any of this stuff during high school, which is why I'm loving it now. I'm such a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point we were lying on our stomachs watching her screen and I had my arm around her for a bit and then she put her arm around me and even rubbed my hair. I felt really relaxed then, knowing that the feelings must be mutual and I didn't have to worry that I was forcing her into anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only strange thing about the two times we made out tonight was that is was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;extremely&lt;/span&gt; slow. I'm not saying I wanted to be making out super hard core or anything but each kiss felt like it lasted a good 3 or 4 seconds. Our tongues were moving at 1km/hr. I started to veer off at one point, but I felt guilty and tried concentrating again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I hope things will feel a little less awkward from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going out with her again on Saturday. Hooray!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1975133697543600318-2772628267803409873?l=latedatebloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/2772628267803409873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1975133697543600318&amp;postID=2772628267803409873' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/2772628267803409873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/2772628267803409873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2010/02/first-base.html' title='First Base'/><author><name>Elwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02959657300891286912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kb0Z_tg3--w/STdgLpQ-O4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/zTsEdBINHUg/S220/buds_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975133697543600318.post-6410610356056415031</id><published>2010-02-15T00:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T00:39:39.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Steps</title><content type='html'>Tonight Indie Rock Girl came over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a late night last night and decided instead of going to the theater like I normally do on a Sunday night, I'd take it much easier. I sent RCG an e-mail when I woke up inviting her over to watch the Winter Olympics. She accepted and said she could either meet me after dinner or come earlier if I fed her. So, being the gentleman I am, I invited her over for supper and made her my world famous grilled cheese sandwich, with a side dish and she drank almost half a bottle of white wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an unsuccessful attempt to get my Internet working to watch the Olympics live by streaming it on my PC, we moved to the living room instead. I was snuggling under a nice blanket but she didn't want to cover up and just sat there cross armed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching for over an hour and chatting, I realized that she really is a fun person to talk to. She's quirky but I like that about her. After summoning &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of courage, I leaned my head on her shoulder. I was already kind of leaning on her before (to stretch my legs) but after much thought, I went for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards I asked if it was ok, and she said yes. Then after a few minutes I started rubbing her arm. No flinching, no objections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, this is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I shifted and put my arm around her shoulders and she curled up next me. I kept rubbing her arm slowly off and on the rest of the time and she seemed to like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure I could have gone in for a kiss, but I didn't want to rush it. It was late, my roommates were sleeping, and we were trying to be really quiet. Plus it was really nearing the time she had to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I had to kick her out, unfortunately, and she knew she had to go anyways. As she was in my room putting on her jacket I was sitting on my bed. I looked up and she pulls something out of her pocket and hands it to me. It was a green valentine card she made out of cardboard paper. On the back it read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentine's Day - Thanks for all the music and good times. I'm glad we met :) - IRG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That probably would have been a good time to kiss her but again I balked. I did thank her though, and I studied the card for a while, to show my sincerity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked her to my front door and before she left she gave me a hug. This was the first time. Usually it would be a quick "Goodbye" and she'd leave. This time she said "Thanks for dinner. I'll have to come back and finish the other half of wine".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is good right? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come (I hope) ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1975133697543600318-6410610356056415031?l=latedatebloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/6410610356056415031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1975133697543600318&amp;postID=6410610356056415031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/6410610356056415031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/6410610356056415031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2010/02/baby-steps.html' title='Baby Steps'/><author><name>Elwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02959657300891286912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kb0Z_tg3--w/STdgLpQ-O4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/zTsEdBINHUg/S220/buds_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975133697543600318.post-5635565881775099574</id><published>2010-02-13T07:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T08:06:37.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>That was fast</title><content type='html'>As quickly as it arrived, it left:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As mentioned, a week or two ago, I received out of the blue a message on Plentyoffish.com from a very outgoing girl. She was super excited to have found me since she liked what my profile had to say. We exchanged messages back and forth a few times.  I end up asking her to meet and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny because this has happened before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he cycle repeats.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1975133697543600318-5635565881775099574?l=latedatebloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/5635565881775099574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1975133697543600318&amp;postID=5635565881775099574' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/5635565881775099574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/5635565881775099574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2010/02/that-was-fast.html' title='That was fast'/><author><name>Elwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02959657300891286912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kb0Z_tg3--w/STdgLpQ-O4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/zTsEdBINHUg/S220/buds_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975133697543600318.post-6629123419248587398</id><published>2010-02-08T00:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T00:18:28.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is getting too easy</title><content type='html'>So yet again, since I've been hanging out with Indie Rock Girl and been busy with work and other stuff, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; been really searching for dates on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Plentyoffish&lt;/span&gt;.com. Then, out of the blue, a girl e-mails me. She ready my profile and really liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've e-mail back and forth only once &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; already I can tell she's the exact opposite of Indie Rock Girl. This girl sounds outgoing, wacky and adventurous. She stays up late and parties hard, while &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;IRG&lt;/span&gt; is more laid back and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; really drink or like big crowds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think after a couple of e-mails I can easily set up a time to meet this new girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To yet another challenge!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1975133697543600318-6629123419248587398?l=latedatebloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/6629123419248587398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1975133697543600318&amp;postID=6629123419248587398' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/6629123419248587398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/6629123419248587398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-is-getting-too-easy.html' title='This is getting too easy'/><author><name>Elwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02959657300891286912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kb0Z_tg3--w/STdgLpQ-O4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/zTsEdBINHUg/S220/buds_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975133697543600318.post-2393832661945924509</id><published>2010-02-08T00:07:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T00:14:55.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>She definitely enjoys my company...</title><content type='html'>So I thought about it for a few minutes and I've been spending a lot of time with Indie Rock Girl. Since I met her 3 weeks ago, we have hung out eight times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can definitely say I enjoy spending time with her and would love to see how long I can keep this up for, but I don't want to analyze it too much. Just have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I find it really tough to read her feeling towards me. When we hang out, we have fun, joke around, etc. but she's a shy person. However, after almost &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; we've hung out, I'll get an e-mail a day or two later saying she had fun and wants to know if I'm free another night to get together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she just wants to be friends or more, that's got to be a good sign, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance i saw her yesterday and got an e-mail tonight saying she had fun hanging out yesterday and wants to know if I'm free this week. My biggest fear would be to suggest something that would make it very obvious that I may want to up the level a bit and instead of agreeing, she'll get scared away and then I'll lose her as a friend as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, one of the main rules in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;improv&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;take risks&lt;/span&gt;. If you don't take a risk, you'll never know the outcome. So perhaps the next thing I'll suggest we do is a movie and wine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1975133697543600318-2393832661945924509?l=latedatebloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/2393832661945924509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1975133697543600318&amp;postID=2393832661945924509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/2393832661945924509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/2393832661945924509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2010/02/she-definitely-enjoys-my-company.html' title='She definitely enjoys my company...'/><author><name>Elwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02959657300891286912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kb0Z_tg3--w/STdgLpQ-O4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/zTsEdBINHUg/S220/buds_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975133697543600318.post-4818728224602336935</id><published>2010-01-31T23:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T23:41:18.359-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Indie Rock Girl</title><content type='html'>instead of having my normal hectic Sunday of a 2 hour workshop, followed by a second 2 hour workshop followed by a 2 hour performance, resulting in my coming home at around 11:30pm, I decided to take it easy tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been feeling a bit under the weather over the past couple of days, most likely from having a stressful week and figured better to rest than push my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 2 weeks ago, I had responded at a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;craigslist&lt;/span&gt; ad from a girl looking for a concert buddy. We'll call her Indie Rock Girl (or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;IRG&lt;/span&gt;). &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;IRG&lt;/span&gt; has lived in My City for almost 2 years for school and is leaving in May to go back home in the U.S. She posted it in the Strictly Platonic section stating she was looking for a friend but also in brackets "or something more".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured since she's only here for a short time, no harm in meeting her. In the worst case, I'll make a new friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've hung out with her a few times now over the past 2 weeks and I'm cross about my feelings for her. My first impression was that she is quiet and very plain looking. I'll admit she's not the prettiest girl I've ever met, but definitely not the ugliest either. She;s somewhere in the middle. Her personality, on the other had is amazing. She was pretty shy at our first encounter but she seems a lot more open to talk to me now that we hung out a bit. She's also very quirky in a way that she sees things different and I find that cute. For example, we had coffee the other day and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;IRG&lt;/span&gt; asked me if I've ever seen someone with a peg leg before. I was a bit confused by that but she continued to explain that she saw a foot print followed by a round hole in the snow earlier that day. It was most likely someone with a cane or a crutch (and perhaps one leg) but I thought it was awesome she had this imagination or was joking that it could be a peg leg (maybe a pirate?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up spending most the evening with her tonight. We had coffee and then I invited her over to hang out. We played a board game and then she taught me a game of cards I'd never played before. It was cool because it all happened by coincidence. I had called her to ask her something and then we got into talking and I discovered she'd be in the same area as I would later in the day so we agreed to meet up. She told me later on that she normally doesn't have her phone on but when I had called her she had forgot to turn it off and she only heard it because it rang just as she was picking up her bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My major problem is a feel so scatter-brained about this whole thing. I think she's really cool and am really enjoying the fact that I now have someone I can hang out with on a regular basis. However, part of me is hoping something else will come out of this. I'm a shy guy and she comes across as an even shyer person. My strategy of hoping that the other person makes a move first will never work here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'll ever be able to tell if she's interested in me as more than a friend or just being shy. I can't tell yet if she's looking for more than just friends either. right now I see that shes just enjoying spending time with someone new. She doesn't seem to have a lot of close friends and she doesn't really enjoy living in My City anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile I'm afraid of doing anything. I like her company and since she's here for a short time, I wouldn't want to ruin it by making a move and finding otu she just wants to be friends. On the other hand, she's here for a short time and it wouldn't hurt to try and make a move. If she's not interested, well it didnt matter much because she'll be leaving soon anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, I'm going to just wait it off a bit. Have fun regardless. The only ehard thing is making sure i don't spend my time with her, while stuck in my head. I gat that way sometimes. When I'm with a girl adn I'm having thoughts (not dirty thoughts, well not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; the time, haha) about doing soemthing (like lean in and kiss, put an arm around them, tickle them, etc.) and then end up not really paying much attention to them or even trying to do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to wait it out and see what happens. In the meantime, I had invited IRG to come watch the LOST premiere with my friends and I and she accepeted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we'll just have to see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1975133697543600318-4818728224602336935?l=latedatebloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/4818728224602336935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1975133697543600318&amp;postID=4818728224602336935' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/4818728224602336935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/4818728224602336935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2010/01/indie-rock-girl.html' title='Indie Rock Girl'/><author><name>Elwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02959657300891286912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kb0Z_tg3--w/STdgLpQ-O4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/zTsEdBINHUg/S220/buds_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975133697543600318.post-2065517044053597473</id><published>2010-01-31T22:49:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T23:03:29.425-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The case of the Ex</title><content type='html'>No, this is not another post about my ex-girlfriend. The "ex" I'm referring to is my brother Ira's ex. My brother was married for several years until his wife went crazy and left him because she "fell out f love" with him. She had problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the divorce he did meet a nice girl online and they dated for several months. He had dated other people since he was divorced but she was the only one he dated for that long. Even after they broke up, he has had a real girlfriend since her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason he ended things with her was because, as he told me, he felt he wasn't mentally stimulated by her. He didn't feel that they talked about anything really intelligent. When they did break up she was really upset and told him that he was the best thing to ever happen to her. This is only after a few months dating. Maybe 6 tops. Six months and she couldn't live without him? Pretty intense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past year and a half she has tried to keep in touch with him even though he has no interest in her. He's discovered she dated another guy for a while. She even called him to hook him up with one of her own friends. Basically it seems like she just won't leave him alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Friday Ira asked me to listen to a message she left on his phone. Basically it was just her saying sorry she couldn't attend this event he had invited her to on Facebook (he has just invited anyone), hoped he was feeling better (he was sick recently and wrote that on facebook) and wants him to give her a call sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Ira is not an idiot. For someone who he hasn't spoken to in a very long time, she sounds like nothing is different and wants to see him again. The crappy thing for Ira is that he's tempted to call her. He's been thinking a lot and trying to convince himself to reconsider his situation. Originally he was bored of her so he dumped her. Now, he sees that she's showing him a lot of interest and he's lonely and alone so if he wants to fill that space, he can easily start things up with her again. I told him to avoid that. That if he's only changing things because he feels lonely, then what is the point. Better that he waits and meet someone he really likes that just go with Miss Right Now. Am I right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt the same way when I broke up with Wendy. For a short while after, it seemed almost too easy to just go back to her but I insisted on not doing so and then eventually she found someone else and left me alone and I got to do my own thing. It was hard for a while because I felt alone but whatever. Look at me now. I'm out and about and super busy with the things I like and I'm meeting lots of girls. Ira has been doing the same thing which is why I don't want him to make te wrong ohoice for the  wrong reasons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1975133697543600318-2065517044053597473?l=latedatebloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/2065517044053597473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1975133697543600318&amp;postID=2065517044053597473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/2065517044053597473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/2065517044053597473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2010/01/case-of-ex.html' title='The case of the Ex'/><author><name>Elwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02959657300891286912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kb0Z_tg3--w/STdgLpQ-O4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/zTsEdBINHUg/S220/buds_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975133697543600318.post-8805518491155185852</id><published>2010-01-26T00:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T00:44:05.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Weeks later</title><content type='html'>It's been two weeks sinceI've been de-flowered. I'm having a hard time finding stuff to write now. I figured I just give a very quick recap (it's late and I should be sleeping) of the past 2 weeks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- From the few people I've told, I keep getting big "congratulations" and "Mazol Tovs" like I've won the Nobel prize. I'm sure a few people are finally cashing in on their bets they made years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I've actually chatted a couple of times online with the girl fro Florida. Over the break we e-mailed each other everyday. Now that we are both busy, it's slowed down a lot. We tried all week to meet up online. Finally when we did, I found it pretty boring. Real long distant Internet dating to be seems impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I answered a Craigslist ad from a girl looking for a concert buddy. She seems pretty cool. She's a couple of years older, likes the same music as I do and is moving out of My City in May. She come off a bit shy but I can tell she's got a fun side to her too. Last Friday I went over to her place and played indie rock songs on my guitar. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;suck&lt;/span&gt; at guitar but that night I was killing it. Our relationship will most likely be strictly platonic but she seems pretty gung ho to hang out often which is nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I've seen the girl I slept with last Sunday and yesterday at the theatre we both attend. I haven't mentioned a word of what happened and neither has she. Last night got a tad awkward when her, myself and another friend walked home and our friend reached her destination first, leaving the 2 of us alone. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;could &lt;/span&gt;have brought it up. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;could&lt;/span&gt; have told her I was a virgin before that night. But, instead I broke the silence with "Have you seen Avatar yet?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1975133697543600318-8805518491155185852?l=latedatebloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/8805518491155185852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1975133697543600318&amp;postID=8805518491155185852' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/8805518491155185852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/8805518491155185852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2010/01/two-weeks-later.html' title='Two Weeks later'/><author><name>Elwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02959657300891286912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kb0Z_tg3--w/STdgLpQ-O4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/zTsEdBINHUg/S220/buds_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975133697543600318.post-1132546294169294475</id><published>2010-01-15T00:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T00:35:34.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I shallow?</title><content type='html'>I got home late from spending time at my parents place for supper. I'm tired. Have to work tomorrow. As I'm getting things ready for tomorrow, I see a friend contacting me on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MSN&lt;/span&gt;. We start talking and she's very nervous and upset with what is happening in Haiti. I don't follow the news that much but I heard about he earthquake and I'm sorry about it but that's all I'm really doing. I'm not grabbing my passport and jumping on a plane to help anyone. So I start to feel a bit guilty. Then my friend starts sending me horrible photos of what is happening there and I started to feel horrified and sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden I just wanted to be alone. So I told my friend I need to have quiet time and go to sleep. She was confused about what that meant so I simply said that I need to be alone and that she should have a goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I receive one final &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;MSN&lt;/span&gt; message from her stating that I'm upsetting her because she always listens to me talk about stuff but I never listen to her. This isn't the first time that she's accused me of that, and I will admit sometimes it's true, but now I feel like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally don't believe that this time I was ignoring her. I have this weird thing with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;MSN&lt;/span&gt;. When I'm on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;MSN&lt;/span&gt; I'm always doing something else. I never go on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;MSN&lt;/span&gt; to just chat. It's a background thing for me. I never want to have serious talks on there, yet this one friend always brings up real deep conversations and then get upset when I sound distant or don't respond to her right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;beyon&lt;/span&gt; even apologizing to her this time. I think it's best i just leave her be for a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1975133697543600318-1132546294169294475?l=latedatebloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/1132546294169294475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1975133697543600318&amp;postID=1132546294169294475' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/1132546294169294475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/1132546294169294475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2010/01/am-i-shallow.html' title='Am I shallow?'/><author><name>Elwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02959657300891286912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kb0Z_tg3--w/STdgLpQ-O4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/zTsEdBINHUg/S220/buds_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975133697543600318.post-441138048092099856</id><published>2010-01-11T22:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T22:57:25.052-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It Finally Happened</title><content type='html'>On January 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, 2010, at around 3:30am, at the age of 28, I lost my virginity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened sort of out of the blue. What started as drinks with friends ended up with me in my bed with a friend of mine who was flirting with me earlier in the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had been talking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;about&lt;/span&gt; a movie we both liked and she had mentioned how she would love to watch it again sometime. having &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;owned&lt;/span&gt; that particular movie, I invited her over at 2am as we left the bar and she accepted while we held hands &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; the way to my place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll spare you the details but once in my room, I set up the movie so we'd have to watch it in my bed. Immediately after it started we went at it for a while. It then became the time of the hour, now or never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked her if she wanted me to get a condom and she said yes. At first I was having man issues again but will a little patience it finally worked and we had intercourse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 30 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did it feel good? Yes. Did it blow my mind? No. Did I feel changed? Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made me realize that after having at least fooled around with other girls before, going all the way wasn't such an extra leap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could tell she want to go at it again but I felt so exhausted, I was barely able to stay awake. Let alone stay hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only scary&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; moment of the night was when the condom fell off as I pulled out. She freaked out a little and was exclaiming how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;she'd&lt;/span&gt; need to take the morning after pill. However, the next morning she was more calm about it and was sure &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just my luck to lose my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;virginity&lt;/span&gt; and find out 9 months later I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The major weird thing about the whole situation was that she is a friend of mine. Not close friends but not really someone I'd want &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;pursue&lt;/span&gt; on a regular basis. I felt we were in the moment last night and went for it but it's not really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; I'd want to continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took her out for breakfast this morning and I think I got the same vibe from her as we were departing in opposite directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, looks like things could only go up from here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1975133697543600318-441138048092099856?l=latedatebloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/441138048092099856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1975133697543600318&amp;postID=441138048092099856' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/441138048092099856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/441138048092099856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2010/01/it-finally-happened.html' title='It Finally Happened'/><author><name>Elwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02959657300891286912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kb0Z_tg3--w/STdgLpQ-O4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/zTsEdBINHUg/S220/buds_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975133697543600318.post-772925858597460775</id><published>2010-01-03T00:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T01:17:13.919-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Step Closer</title><content type='html'>Today I received a few e-mails from the girl I danced and made out with. We are now facebook friends and I'm finding out if she has MSN (to soon?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's from a difference province in Canada. It's funny how now I have 2 long distnce girls to chat with. At least she is in the same &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;country&lt;/span&gt; as I am. The other girl is in Florida and a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lot&lt;/span&gt; further away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, that girl also wrote back to me today. I'm just becoming an internet player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully the increase in distance will be a trend and soon enough I'll meet someone interesting in my own city. Down the street would be nice, haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1975133697543600318-772925858597460775?l=latedatebloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/772925858597460775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1975133697543600318&amp;postID=772925858597460775' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/772925858597460775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/772925858597460775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2010/01/step-closer.html' title='A Step Closer'/><author><name>Elwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02959657300891286912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kb0Z_tg3--w/STdgLpQ-O4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/zTsEdBINHUg/S220/buds_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975133697543600318.post-3300835204368225712</id><published>2010-01-01T13:17:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T14:22:07.392-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2010 - Off To A Great Start</title><content type='html'>My streak of horrible New Years Eve nights has finally ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2006 I spent the whole night in a "dating game" circle. Person A wanted B, B wanted C, C wanted D. In the end we all got nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2007 I was breaking up with Wendy. I was on the phone from 1am - 4 am listening to her cry while super drunk. Fun times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2008 I was sick from my trip to the Dominican and then stress at work. The party was ok but it was hard to enjoy myself feeling shitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year: No heart aches, no breaks ups, no sickness. Just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;slow dancing&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My buddy from university is in town and we normally spend New Years Eve together. He brought along a couple he's good friends with. They showed up at my apartment by 9pm having already started drinking. Ira was over to hang out before he headed out to his party of the night (another fetish party).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught up a it with the drinks and then we got ready to head out. The plan was to hop around at several parties and then end up at a "crazy warehouse party" my friend kept talking about that was out in the middle of nowhere but sounded like a very promising place to end the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stocked a bag full of alcohol. All kinds of beer bottles and a whole bottle of Bacardi rum. This bag would never end up being opened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at our first destination at around 10:30pm. It was a tiny theatre space with 2 bars offering a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;slow dance party&lt;/span&gt; all night long. It was free to get in and cheap drinks. Once inside, we were handed a little booklet with all the slow songs that were set to play. The point was to dance with anyone you want for each song. If you didn't have a dance partner, there were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;designated dancers&lt;/span&gt; with a sash walking around, making sure you didn't feel left out. After every 10 slow songs, there was a 10 minute "break" and they switched to more dancier tunes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entering the dance floor, even at 10:30pm is was off to a good start. A lot of people were dancing and seemed into the fun of the whole event. It was quite entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much so, that we never left. And with good reason!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt very High School-ish but unlike &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; high school experience, I had no trouble dancing with multiple girls. Everyone was nice and friendly. Chatting while dancing. I met a lot of people who lived outside of My City and were either just visiting friends or lived here for school. A few girls caught my eye but I didn't feel like singling anyone out just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was dressed to impress that night, sporting a hat and tie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kb0Z_tg3--w/Sz5LHJEW25I/AAAAAAAAACQ/pS8spt84HcM/s1600-h/Buds-NYE2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kb0Z_tg3--w/Sz5LHJEW25I/AAAAAAAAACQ/pS8spt84HcM/s320/Buds-NYE2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421853587466017682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicks loved the hat and tie! After flirting a while, I would give them a chance to wear either or both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was dancing with a really cute girl at the song right before midnight, so at the countdown, she had switched to dance with someone else. I was alone and ended up cheering with my buddy when the countdown commenced. No midnight kiss for me though. No worries, since I had plenty of that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;after&lt;/span&gt; midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember what time it was but at one point I ended up talking to one of the girls I danced with earlier and we had our second dance together. She was at the party with a friend who lived in My City and she was visiting her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing that they were 2 girls and we were 2 guys (my buddy's friends had already left), I called my buddy over to join us. I went to get another beer and saw him kind of dancing with the girl I had my eye on (it was at a fast dance period of the night) and I did something totally out of my character. Instead of letting it go, I whispered in his ear that I had my eye on her from before and asked if we could switch girls. He was totally ok with that and we swapped places casually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turned out that the other girl had a boyfriend who wasn't at the party but I could tell that the girl I was with was enjoying my company. It switched back to the slow songs and I asked he dance yet again. By now we had danced 3 or 4 times and we had been there well over a couple of hours so I decided to see if I could make a move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed from most of the girls I danced with that they would put their hand in mine if they were just being friendly and having a dance. However, I could tell that when you held hands with your fingers crossed it felt a bit more intimate. So, I came up with a plan. We started dancing with hands held the normal way and then I slid my fingers around hers and pulled her in closer to me. She didn't reject the advance so I put my head down closer to hers (she was a lot shorter than me) and finally moved in for a kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up dancing and making out several times. At times she was concerned of finding her friend but wasn't in a rush to get rid of me. She was winding down at one point by the bar but (and I owe this person a lot!), a bartender handed her a free glass of champagne and she had renewed energy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, the 2 girls decided to call it a night. I might be wrong, but I'm pretty sure that it was her friend who recommended I giver her my e-mail address so she could get pictures I took of all of us earlier in the night. So I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't expect anything but regardless I had fun. My buddy kept telling me the whole night (and even this morning - he crashed over) that she was a real hottie and he was proud of me. Um... OK. She was hot though. She looked a lot like Emma Stone (from Superbad and Zombieland).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would had been content already calling it a good night but then things got even crazier. I had a lot of potential for more but I didn't pursue much and then missed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First a girl walked by me, grabbed my hat and then started to pose for my camera. Then she grabbed me kissed me quickly and pulled me aside. She said she wanted to tell me how beautiful I was and how she loved me or something. Weird. Then we hit the dance floor and I could have made a move but she just went up  to another guy and started making out, so I ditched that scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even later in the night I was talking to a friend and then another friend calls me over and introduces me to 2 girls he's with, 1 of them looking for a dance partner. I accepted and we danced for a few songs in a row. She was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; hot and was dancing with me really close. I should have made a move but waited too long and then a guy I know came in and took her for the next dance. As soon as I left they started making out. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much happened the rest of the night except near the end I tried making a move on a 4th girl. I tried all the same steps as I did with the girl i made out earlier but when I got to the kiss chick, she pulled away and said "thank you for the dance" and walked away. It was nice that she sounded sincere but was also letting me know she just wasn't interested in making out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place shut down at 5am so my buddy and I high tailed it to a pizza joint for some grub before crashing at my place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, a night of slow dancing, making out, hot women, crazy chicks, alcohol and good company.  2010 started off with a bang!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1975133697543600318-3300835204368225712?l=latedatebloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/3300835204368225712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1975133697543600318&amp;postID=3300835204368225712' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/3300835204368225712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/3300835204368225712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010-off-to-great-start.html' title='2010 - Off To A Great Start'/><author><name>Elwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02959657300891286912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kb0Z_tg3--w/STdgLpQ-O4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/zTsEdBINHUg/S220/buds_blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kb0Z_tg3--w/Sz5LHJEW25I/AAAAAAAAACQ/pS8spt84HcM/s72-c/Buds-NYE2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975133697543600318.post-3529652386778606186</id><published>2009-12-31T09:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T10:07:25.234-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 in Review</title><content type='html'>Today is the last day in 2009. I thought I'd look back at all the exciting things that has happened in my dating life in the past year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beginning of the year started off rocky. I was getting sick all the time and complaining about stress and work. From January to February I had gone on a couple of dates with new girls and tried setting others up but nothing much amounted from any of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most "exciting" thing to happen in February was when I bumped into my ex-girlfriend Wendy at one of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;improv&lt;/span&gt; shows. I would later find out by text from her that it was the same day we broke up a year prior. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In March, I got super drunk on St &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Patricks&lt;/span&gt; Day and felt like a young guy again when I puked my guts out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April was great since I went to Chicago. It was a small vacation I needed desperately. I had a blast hanging out with friends, watching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;improv&lt;/span&gt; and doing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;improv&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things started to look up as summer approached. By May, I had reached girl #9 of the 10 different girls I wanted to go on dates with, that I started roughly a year before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In June, my brother Ira decided I needed help on dating and gave me a book called "How to succeed with woman". I read 3/4 of the book before I got tired of it. I had wanted to write detailed posts about what I was reading but got super lazy and never did. Now you'll never know my secrets to dating!... unless you go read that book...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of July was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very interesting&lt;/span&gt;. That is when I met date #10 - Rock Chick. She would be the closest thing I had to dating someone since Wendy. She was the only girl of the 10 I met and went on dates since Wendy that I had multiple dates with. We hung out several times in the period of over a month. Then she disappeared and I was getting too frustrated trying to figure out what was going on so I moved on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing that happened in July was the night before my birthday, I went on a date with someone I met from the Internet. That night would mark the first time I went home with a girl and tried to have sex with. I had, er... manhood issues, but it was a very interesting and fun night and definitely added a notch to my experience meter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much happened in September but then October I was all over the place. Work was piling up but then I had a great break when I participated in a week long &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;improv&lt;/span&gt; festival. It was a complete blast! Then, my favorite holiday, Halloween, arrived and for the first time ever, I brought home a girl to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my place&lt;/span&gt;. It's funny how I almost slept with a girl on both my birthday and Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In November I went to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;craziest&lt;/span&gt; party I had ever been to. It was a "no clothing" party where everyone had to wear something that was non-conventional for clothing, such as paper bags or boxes. There was also a lot of really hot chicks scantly dressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past month, I went on a "date" with a girl I met at my room mates concert and was glad that even though I reached my "10 dates with 10 different girls" that  was still able to continue, making her girl #11. Although, later i would find out that my room mate bumped into her, chatted with her and said "Oh! So you're the girl Elwood went on a date with" and she totally went on a rant making it as clear as possible that we were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; on a date and she has absolutely no interest in dating me. Fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, a couple of weeks ago, I had been contacted out of the blue by a girl on the Internet who seems extremely nice, is extremely hot, interesting and cute, but lives in Florida. Surprisingly enough, we've been e-mailing back and forth almost every day. I admit it's a nice distraction even though I really don't' see anything coming out of it. We also agreed to start chatting on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;MSN&lt;/span&gt; but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; been online at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the last thing to happen in 2009 is just yesterday I discovered through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;facebook's&lt;/span&gt; live feed that Wendy has a new boyfriend. No shock there. It's been almost 2 years since we broke up so of course she'd be bound to date someone else. He's just not as good looking as I am :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, did I learn anything in 2009? I'd say yes. I discovered:&lt;br /&gt;- I can go on dates with girls if I try.&lt;br /&gt;- I work a lot but that's life so I should stop complaining about it.&lt;br /&gt;- If I drink too much I have problems in the bedroom. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Improv&lt;/span&gt; comedy is probably the only thing keeping me sane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To a good and healthy year in 2010!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year Everyone!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1975133697543600318-3529652386778606186?l=latedatebloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/3529652386778606186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1975133697543600318&amp;postID=3529652386778606186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/3529652386778606186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/3529652386778606186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2009/12/2009-in-review.html' title='2009 in Review'/><author><name>Elwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02959657300891286912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kb0Z_tg3--w/STdgLpQ-O4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/zTsEdBINHUg/S220/buds_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975133697543600318.post-805758713568155740</id><published>2009-12-25T17:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T18:20:59.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonely Jew on Christmas</title><content type='html'>Today is Christmas and it is kind of hard not feeling lonely. Being Jewish, it's not my holiday, so my family does not do anything special for it. I have no dinner to attend. Living in the same city as my parents, I have no place to visit. My room mates are away. All my friends are busy with their families or out of town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I did today was get up come to my parents house and put together my moms brand new plasma TV. And you know what, just doing that made me realize that it's not too bad. Hanging out with my fam for just a little while is miles ahead of being alone in an empty apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents already had dinner plans tonight (to something I didn't even want to be invited to) so they are out for now, but we decided to try and catch the new Sherlock Holmes movie later this evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I discovered this great website with Abandonware. It's old computer games that are so old, they are no longer copyrighted and can be downloaded online for free. That will keep me busy for a couple of hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I admit it would be nice to be spending time with a girl instead, but I'm OK that I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, last night I went out to this Jewish party. On Dec. 24th, there is nothing for Jews to do, so they organize big parties. I went with Ira hoping to meet people and dance the night away. Instead the party was a tiny place, no place to move and no dancing. Everyone was just talking and pushing their way through the crowd. I had a pretty bad headache too. I did get to talk to a few girls but nothing really amounted from it. Ira and i talked to 2 girls for about 30 minutes and they were laughing at our jokes but I still got the impression they wanted to leave. And they did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weirdest part of the night was when I bumped into a guy I met through Wendy. All I knew is that at one time he had dated her before i came around. We hadn't seen each other in a while and were chatting. Wendy's name came up and he told me he thinks she's dating a new guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it didn't bother me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shouldn't&lt;/span&gt; bother me but I'm doubly glad that it didn't because I've learned it takes me a long time to get over people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Wendy's friend told me he had a story for me and was like "Oh you don't know the whole story? Well, I shouldn't tell you but I will anyways" and I was all "just don't tell me then, it's better I don't know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was expecting to hear some crazy story like how he slept with her while I was dating her or how she's been seeping around or is addicted to drugs or something &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shocking&lt;/span&gt;. Instead he just tells me how they dated a few years before I met her, he was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; into her and then she dumped him. Then a few years later they met up again and became friends and now they hang out form time to time although he's convinced it's only when she's single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That wasn't very shocking or useful knowledge to me at all. However, it did make me feel good to know that I didn't do what he did. I didn't try to remain friends. To me it sound like he still may have feelings for her. I on the other just want to meet someone new, not get back together with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually my headache bothered me too much so we left and I went home and fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to take this time to wish all of the people who follow this blog a MERRY CHRISTMAS! I know I don't always write that often. I don't feel nowadays I have much of anything interesting to say, but yet you people keep coming back to read, so I must be doing something right. So as long as people are reading, I'll keep writing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holidays,&lt;br /&gt;Elwood&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1975133697543600318-805758713568155740?l=latedatebloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/805758713568155740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1975133697543600318&amp;postID=805758713568155740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/805758713568155740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/805758713568155740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2009/12/lonely-jew-on-christmas.html' title='Lonely Jew on Christmas'/><author><name>Elwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02959657300891286912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kb0Z_tg3--w/STdgLpQ-O4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/zTsEdBINHUg/S220/buds_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975133697543600318.post-6485765213949627911</id><published>2009-12-17T00:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T00:15:32.581-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just my luck...</title><content type='html'>I recently received a message out of the blue from someone I had never contacted before on Ok!cupid. She said she raid my profile and said we had some things in common and wanted to hear from me. We ended up writing e-mails back and forth all weekend. I just happened to be around my apartment/room so it made it easy for me to read and reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In those two days I discovered that she is cute, funny, Jewish, works as a grade 1 school teacher, likes a lot of the same music I do, owns a pink guitar and can only play 1 song - "About a Girl" by Nirvana. My guitar is blue and the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;first &lt;/span&gt;song I learned how to plat was About a Girl by Nirvana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This all sounds like a great start except for one &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tiny&lt;/span&gt; thing... She lives in FLORIDA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first noticed that I was really trying to figure out what someone in Florida is e-mailing people on a dating site who live in Canada. I kept at the back and forth messaging in part to see how long before she asked for my credit card to for marriage to enter Canada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far it seems she just genuinely wants to chat. I admit it is fun to come home from a long day at work and finding a nice e-mail. Although, it would feel a lot better after a long days work to actually go spend time with someone in the physical world .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't see me keeping this up for long but it is kind of fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1975133697543600318-6485765213949627911?l=latedatebloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/6485765213949627911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1975133697543600318&amp;postID=6485765213949627911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/6485765213949627911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/6485765213949627911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-my-luck.html' title='Just my luck...'/><author><name>Elwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02959657300891286912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kb0Z_tg3--w/STdgLpQ-O4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/zTsEdBINHUg/S220/buds_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975133697543600318.post-6685026693188379095</id><published>2009-12-10T22:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T22:51:16.372-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Date # 11 - Bulgarian Chick</title><content type='html'>I got home not long ago from my "date" with that girl I mentioned in my last post. She is originally from Bulgaria and i didn't rememebr her having such an accent. It wasn't that thick but it was prominent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I get the feeling she just wanted to hang out with someone new, which I guess is what a date is. I had fun but I don't think it was the best date I've ever been on. We met for a beer and chatted for almost 2 hours. The only shitty thing was I was really tired and after a pint and a half I felt &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; tipsy and I think she caught on near the end. I was sort of drifting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we walked in the same direction and when we reached the bus, she just kept walking and said "have a good night!". No, I had fun. No let's do this again. Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking of saying something like that myself but I held back because I felt it wouldn't have mattered. She seemed like she was in a rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't regret going (I am still tipsy) but I don't see anything coming out of this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1975133697543600318-6685026693188379095?l=latedatebloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/6685026693188379095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1975133697543600318&amp;postID=6685026693188379095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/6685026693188379095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/6685026693188379095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2009/12/date-11-bulgarian-chick.html' title='Date # 11 - Bulgarian Chick'/><author><name>Elwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02959657300891286912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kb0Z_tg3--w/STdgLpQ-O4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/zTsEdBINHUg/S220/buds_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975133697543600318.post-7559299365144619763</id><published>2009-12-09T23:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T23:33:21.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The downside of Internet Dating</title><content type='html'>After a while, you lose track of who you've contacted. Well at least I have!&lt;br /&gt;There is a record of you've messaged but it gets cleared every few days or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; so eventually you have nothing reminding you if you've already contacted someone. Instead it's all based on memory of their picture. Then things get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tricky&lt;/span&gt; when they change their profile picture. It's like, you're browsing the lists and see a cute picture, read the into line, sounds good. Open the profile and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;BAM&lt;/span&gt;! You can now see it's a girl you contacted 6 months ago who just deleted your message before even reading it (you can check that) because you recognize some of the other photos int eh profile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which. A girl contacted me out of the blue. No picture. Short profile saying she's new to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; dating  and all her message said was "Whats up?". We've now wrote back and for about 20 times since yesterday. Each message has been short. I've also noticed that if I ask 2 questions she seems to only answer the last one. I finally asked for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;picture&lt;/span&gt; and she said "In due time". I'm really wary about this since it sounds a bit too secretive but I guess as long and she doesn't ask me for my credit card number I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1975133697543600318-7559299365144619763?l=latedatebloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/7559299365144619763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1975133697543600318&amp;postID=7559299365144619763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/7559299365144619763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/7559299365144619763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2009/12/downside-of-internet-dating.html' title='The downside of Internet Dating'/><author><name>Elwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02959657300891286912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kb0Z_tg3--w/STdgLpQ-O4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/zTsEdBINHUg/S220/buds_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975133697543600318.post-8611401480757088179</id><published>2009-12-08T00:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T00:35:55.308-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When is a date a date?</title><content type='html'>If there is anything I'm bad at, it's knowing when a date is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;date&lt;/span&gt;. I've met many girls on "dates" but most the time it was strictly platonic and it's even harder for me because I seem to have a hard time knowing when it is and isn't. I always seem to figure out some conspiracy as to why it would only be a "friendship" date: "yes we met at a party but she was only talking to me because I told her I like the Arcade Fire". OK that never happened but along those lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bring this up only because on Thursday I meeting up with someone on a "date". I doubt that's what she's calling it but I'll find out. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;How did&lt;/span&gt; I meet this person? Well it's kind of weird but technically &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; set us up. Long story short:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to go watch my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;roommate&lt;/span&gt; play with his band. After the show I bump into an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;acquaintance&lt;/span&gt;. We catch up and at his table is a girl. She turns to me and says "I know you Elwood Blues!". I had never seen this person before in my life. Turns out &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; kept telling her we should be friends. Apparently it's because we have a whole bunch of mutual "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; friends". So, naturally, when I got home, I actually added her as a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Facebok&lt;/span&gt; friend to make it official.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We joked back and forth over a couple of weeks via messaging about her stalking me until I asked if she was free on the weekend. She &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; but was free later that week, then she got sick, then I forgot about her, then she contacted  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; to arrange something, then that never happened, then I contacted her again and finally, we're going for beer on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So is it date?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1975133697543600318-8611401480757088179?l=latedatebloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/8611401480757088179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1975133697543600318&amp;postID=8611401480757088179' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/8611401480757088179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/8611401480757088179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2009/12/when-is-date-date.html' title='When is a date a date?'/><author><name>Elwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02959657300891286912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kb0Z_tg3--w/STdgLpQ-O4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/zTsEdBINHUg/S220/buds_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975133697543600318.post-7603748628157263541</id><published>2009-11-28T17:30:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T18:12:11.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Beef with Internet Dating</title><content type='html'>I've been browsing Internet dating sites for the past few years. That's even how I met Wendy. I wouldn't say I'm a pro but I know how a lot of things work and have built up a few pet peeves that I feel like ranting about right now. In no particular order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Per Peeve #1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Profiles that are super vague.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many people will write a short (or even long) profile that list very basic things. For example, something along the lines of: "I'm looking for a guy who loves to laugh, going out and is funny. I like to laugh go out and be funny. I like music, movies and going to concerts. If you're interested contact me!"That's great and all but I find it makes it really hard to contact that person.It gives me little insight of what kind of person she may be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;and then&lt;/span&gt; I'm probably asking the same super vague  questions &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;every&lt;/span&gt; other guy is asking ("what movies do you like?").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pet Peeve #2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;People responding to messages in an vague way and not adding to it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This bugs me even more! The reason being, most the time, as a guy, I read profiles, come across one that seems interesting and I send a message. I try to keep them short, I ask a question or two and leave a comment or two about myself related to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; in their profile. For example if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; wrote they went travelling to Japan, I'd ask a question about it and then say that I live in Australia for a year and maybe end with "have you travelled anywhere else?".  However, if &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; they do is answer the question (ex to the above: "Yes"), then what was the point in even answering?! Especially when it's after 4 or 5 messages. It happened to me recently where I had to keep &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;imitating&lt;/span&gt; contact &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; the girl would only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;answer&lt;/span&gt; my question or leave a comment with no room to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;continue&lt;/span&gt;, so it's like starting over all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pet Peeve #3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;People who put up pictures that are useless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the option to put up a picture on your profile. A picture can make or break if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; will contact you or not. Some people will put up 1 great picture, some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt; put up a whole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;bunch&lt;/span&gt; of pictures. What bugs me is when people put up like 8 pictures but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;every&lt;/span&gt; single one is either blurry, from afar, in some weird angle, etc. If you're trying so hard for me not to see your face properly then that gives me the impression you're not comfortable with how you look and that turns me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pet Peeve #4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;People who only put up pictures of them with someone else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I noticed recently that a few girls who also may not be confident of their looks, will put up a bunch of pictures of them with one of their girlfriends. In one profile, every single friend I saw in the picture I thought was way prettier than the actual girl who's profile it was. What are they trying to do, confuse the viewer? If anything I'd put up pictures of me with someone &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;less attractive&lt;/span&gt; than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pet Peeve #5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;People who obviously lie about their weight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand that weight is a big issue for people especially women. I really admire &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;those&lt;/span&gt; who are not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;afraid&lt;/span&gt; to put down that they are "a few extra pounds" or "big and tall/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;BBW&lt;/span&gt;". They are being honest. I think the option of "prefer not to say" is pointless. As soon as I see that I get the sense that either they are overweight or are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;uncomfortable&lt;/span&gt; with their body type. No skinny girl will put that on their profile. It sounds mean but it's the truth. Then there are those that I plainly see from their profile that they are very large, big and tall, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;BBW&lt;/span&gt;, etc. but they list themselves as skinny. I can &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;see&lt;/span&gt; your picture and I know you're lying! What's the point. It's a whole different ball game if you lie about your size and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; put up a picture. It seems most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt; just put down &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;average&lt;/span&gt; to be safe. To me average can means anything because everyone seems to have a different idea as to what the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;average&lt;/span&gt; is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's all I can think of for now. Please take all of this in stride. I'm not perfect, but at least I'm honest in my profile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1975133697543600318-7603748628157263541?l=latedatebloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/7603748628157263541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1975133697543600318&amp;postID=7603748628157263541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/7603748628157263541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/7603748628157263541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-beef-with-internet-dating.html' title='My Beef with Internet Dating'/><author><name>Elwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02959657300891286912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kb0Z_tg3--w/STdgLpQ-O4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/zTsEdBINHUg/S220/buds_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975133697543600318.post-5407826504109232423</id><published>2009-11-26T23:08:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T23:28:42.191-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Make out  'til you break out</title><content type='html'>Wow. Everything feels different when I come home at a reasonable time from work (or otherwise). I got into my apartment at 6pm and had time to cook a steak, potatoes and make a salad; watch an episode of Dexter; watch the new Star Trek movie; AND still have time to writ e new blog post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in regards to my last post about a crazy party. When I wrote that I was pretty drunk and had just come home from said party at 6am. It &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; was wild party just nothing really crazy happened in regards to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got invited to this party very last minute. I had plans already on Saturday night to go watch my roommate play n his gypsy punk band (they are quite good!), plus I was scheduled last minute to do an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;improv&lt;/span&gt; show the same night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no intentions of really going but the party was located a couple of blocks away from where I live so I popped in on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I arrived super fashionably late (1am), it was still booming with people. This wasn't any ordinary party either. It was a NO CLOTHES party. No, there weren't naked people walking around... It was a party where you had to come dressed in something that wouldn't be considered normal clothing. People were in boxes, paper or plastic bags, etc. One guy was covered in coffee filters. Since I wasn't planning on being there, I just stripped down to my boxers. I happened to be wearing the pair i have that has a front hole, so I made sure to turn them a little... there were some hot chicks at the party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I hung out, saw people I knew, talked a few new people, had a bunch a beers. Nothing out of the ordinary for a house party. But then at one point guys were making out with girls, girls making out with girls, guys making out with guys and girls making out with guys. There happened to be a few homosexual and poly amorous people who were there. I never really witnessed anything like it before. This one guy was amazing! he was making out with everyone! There was this one girl who was so hot and she wasn't a bra, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;just paper&lt;/span&gt; bags taped over and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;every single guy&lt;/span&gt; was trying to hit on her all night. Then this dude shows up and not only makes out with her but then I witness him lead her into the bathroom. Meanwhile his girlfriend was in the living room making out with another girl. Then later on this dude is making &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;out&lt;/span&gt; with another dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my brother Ira this story and he asked me who I made out with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer is no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of me wish I had someone to be with but another part was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;telling&lt;/span&gt; me to just go home from exhaustion and that it wasn't really my scene in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized as I was heading home that by the time I left, all the people who actually lived in the apartment had gone to sleep and left friends/strangers to roam around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lesson I learned: I don't need to make out with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; to enjoy a party!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1975133697543600318-5407826504109232423?l=latedatebloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/5407826504109232423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1975133697543600318&amp;postID=5407826504109232423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/5407826504109232423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/5407826504109232423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2009/11/make-out-til-you-break-out.html' title='Make out  &apos;til you break out'/><author><name>Elwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02959657300891286912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kb0Z_tg3--w/STdgLpQ-O4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/zTsEdBINHUg/S220/buds_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975133697543600318.post-1685352163599930303</id><published>2009-11-22T05:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T05:49:02.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Crazy Party</title><content type='html'>It's 5:48 am and I just got home from what was probably the CRAZIEST party I have ever attended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Details to follow shortly!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1975133697543600318-1685352163599930303?l=latedatebloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/1685352163599930303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1975133697543600318&amp;postID=1685352163599930303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/1685352163599930303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/1685352163599930303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-crazy-party.html' title='One Crazy Party'/><author><name>Elwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02959657300891286912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kb0Z_tg3--w/STdgLpQ-O4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/zTsEdBINHUg/S220/buds_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975133697543600318.post-8803454873021317294</id><published>2009-11-12T00:04:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T23:43:34.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Halloween 2009 Experience - Part 3</title><content type='html'>Apologies for the long gap between posts. I've just been so busy with work these past couple of weeks. It's tired me out so much that this is actually my second attempt at writing this post. The first time I was falling asleep at the keyboard. The bright side is I managed to get a day off work tomorrow for all the extra hours I've been putting in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onto the conclusion! (Check out &lt;a href="http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-halloween-2009-experience-part-1.html"&gt;part 1&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-halloween-2009-experience-part-2.html"&gt;part 2&lt;/a&gt; for back story.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left the party, hopped into a cab and ended up at my apartment. It was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; early in the morning. I can't remember if it was 5am or 6am because it was the day we were supposed to change the time on our clocks, and I still pretty drunk from the earlier events of the night. What I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; remember was when we snuck quietly in my room, the girl I brought home with me said "I've never done this before". I'm pretty sure she was referring to the one night stand thing more than ever having sex. Little did she know... However, I didn't say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt;. Even though I probably had a lot less experience than her, I just tried to pretend like I knew what I was doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went into my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;single&lt;/span&gt; bed and got going at it. I wont' go into many details but long story short I am still a virgin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night was an experience nonetheless. I learnt many things:&lt;br /&gt;1. I am a human male and with the right amount of alcohol, even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; will want to make out/sleep with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anyone&lt;/span&gt;. Even if I find then completely unattractive.&lt;br /&gt;2. I cannot have sex when I am drunk. The plumbing won't work. We tried everything and just could not go all the way. It is now 2 times this has happened. It could be nerves as well but I'll make sure the next time I have sex with someone to stay sober. Then I'll know for sure.&lt;br /&gt;3. If I have had enough to drink, it can cause me to become extremely sleepy. During our romp session I was starting to pass out here and there. In fact, I don't even remember when we decided to stop and just go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;4. it is nearly impossible to sleep in a single bed with someone twice your size. I am an extremely skinny individual so it is not hard for someone to be bigger than me but this girl was very large and took up a lot for space in my bed.&lt;br /&gt;5. I learnt I can have no shame sometimes. When we finally decided to get up, I walked into the kitchen o find my room mates. I whispered to them that I had company and their eye's lit up. They asked me her name and that's when I realized I had no clue and had forgotten it from the night before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I had fallen asleep and then woken up, I felt so embarrassed, I didn't want to look at the girl's face. She seemed &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; into me. Because I didn't really want to continue anything with her, let alone lie in bed with her, I didn't really make any moves (or any movement, really) but she kept pulling me in and snuggling with me and rubbing my arms and stuff. Also, during our "play time" she kept saying how she like me a lot. I could just have been drunken babble but I still heard her say it several times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point was were sort of spooning with me behind her. I was practically drifting off to sleep again until she did a 360 and totally  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;en wrapped &lt;/span&gt;me in this huge  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bear&lt;/span&gt; type hug. This also cause her to pin me again the wall. I was totally &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;trapped&lt;/span&gt;! I felt like i was going to suffocate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had really wanted her to leave and just get on with my day. I was avoiding all eye contact while she was in my apartment. However, she wanted to go for breakfast and I still felt guilty bringing home this girl just for sex, so I accepted and brought her to a nice restaurant nearby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast wasn't as dreadful as I thought it would be. I actually enjoyed chatting with her the whole time in French. It gave me a chance to practice and she kept telling me I was speaking it pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny, because at first I had not wanted to even look at this person and in the end we went for breakfast and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; ended up treating  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; for breakfast! I told her she really didn't have to (especially since I was planning on paying for her) but she insisted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked back down the street with her until it was time for us to go in 2 different directions. I gave her a high five, a hug, wished her a "have a nice weekend" and turn around to walk home. As I was walking, I turned my head and shouted "Thanks for breakfast!" and that became the end of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, technically I am still a virgin. I am sorry to disappoint readers who were hoping that I lost my virginity. I know that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;intercourse&lt;/span&gt; it the main deciding factor on being a virgin or not, but I feel technically I just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; had &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;intercourse&lt;/span&gt;. I've know fooled around with two different girls (3 if you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;count&lt;/span&gt; Wendy, but that's a whole different ball game) and have had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can only go up from here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1975133697543600318-8803454873021317294?l=latedatebloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/8803454873021317294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1975133697543600318&amp;postID=8803454873021317294' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/8803454873021317294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/8803454873021317294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-halloween-2009-experience-part-3.html' title='My Halloween 2009 Experience - Part 3'/><author><name>Elwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02959657300891286912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kb0Z_tg3--w/STdgLpQ-O4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/zTsEdBINHUg/S220/buds_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975133697543600318.post-3774804568950114368</id><published>2009-11-09T23:07:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T23:30:17.197-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Halloween 2009 Experience - Part 2</title><content type='html'>Continuing from my &lt;a href="http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-halloween-2009-experience-part-1.html"&gt;last post&lt;/a&gt;, I spent Halloween night with a bunch of people I hardly knew. I had met 2 Irish girls a couple of weeks prior to Halloween. Our posse of people included, Irish Girl #1, Irish Girl #2, a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;third&lt;/span&gt; Irish girl I only met that night (Irish Girl #3), Irish Girl #1's brother and his friend, both of which were visiting only for a couple of weeks from Ireland, a guy from the states who &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sounded&lt;/span&gt; like he was Irish for some reason (he claimed he travelled a lot growing up), and little old me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were at Irish Girl #1's place hanging out, drinking and waiting for the girls to get their costumes in order. By about 11pm, we headed over to the main event. One of the Irish Girls knew of some party at someones apartment. Apparently it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; party to go to on Halloween. A bar was set up and all that was required was to bring a bottle of boozer to add onto the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;free open bar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought a small bottle of Bacardi Rum but ended up drinking 3/4 of it myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a lot of great costumes at this party and everyone was really into it. Funny enough, a lot of party goers thought I was &lt;a href="http://msp129.photobucket.com/albums/p207/phatt_dwarf/toons/inspector_gadget_01.jpg"&gt;Inspector Gadget&lt;/a&gt; when in fact I was &lt;a href="http://www.ugo.com/comics/watchmen-movie-art/images/entries/rorschach-john-cassaday.jpg"&gt;Rorschach&lt;/a&gt;. This made a lot of sense when I did not have the mask on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I arrived with people, I spent most of the party talking to new people I had never met. They all seemed to be very funny, friendly and drunk. Oh and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt;spoke French. Good think &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; was drinking because it lowered my inhibitions a lot to allow me to talk in French without being shy or afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One point in the night it reach a point where everyone was starting to hook up. A friend of mine comment, upon hearing this story, that it sounded very &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;high school&lt;/span&gt;. Nonetheless, I really wanted to just make out with someone. I felt after all the effort I put into the costume and finding a party, etc. that I could at least go home after enjoying a little drunken make out session. Besides, a lot for the girls at the party were really good looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier in the night, I was talking to a fairly large girl who I didn't find quite attractive but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;NOW&lt;/span&gt; she was back talking to me. I also noticed another guy, who probably had the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;gung&lt;/span&gt; ho attitude I had of trying to find someone by the end of the night, was approaching her, but she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; give him the light of day. That's when I noticed she kept giving &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; attention instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at crossroads: Either accept her advances and go with it even though there was not attraction at all, or, leave and not do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Well&lt;/span&gt;, for one I did the former. I leaned in and she gave me a big hug and then we made out for a bit. She then grabbed my hand and lead me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;outside&lt;/span&gt; the party. On my way out i saw Irish Girl #3 and said y goodbyes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; hopped in a cab with my new &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;friend&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I somehow managed to convince her to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;come&lt;/span&gt; to my apartment, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; she did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More juicy details to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;come&lt;/span&gt; out in PART 3!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1975133697543600318-3774804568950114368?l=latedatebloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/3774804568950114368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1975133697543600318&amp;postID=3774804568950114368' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/3774804568950114368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/3774804568950114368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-halloween-2009-experience-part-2.html' title='My Halloween 2009 Experience - Part 2'/><author><name>Elwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02959657300891286912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kb0Z_tg3--w/STdgLpQ-O4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/zTsEdBINHUg/S220/buds_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975133697543600318.post-3563046776790183762</id><published>2009-11-01T18:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T23:50:13.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Halloween 2009 Experience - Part 1</title><content type='html'>I have been so busy with work and other things lately I haven't had the urge to write anything. Besides I didn't really have much to write about, until now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past 7 years I have actually put in quite an effort (and money) into my costumes for Halloween. I would think of an idea months before October and would start working on it from up to a month in advance (if not more).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, I decided to tone it down a little bit. I picked a costume that took relatively less time "making" it (one year I was Optimus Prime - Head, body, arms and legs all made out of cardboard and tape) and was more a matter of finding the right items that made up the costume. I chose to be one of the characters from the movie Watchmen (Rorschach).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One problem that has occurred in the past form spending all my free time working on my costume is that I'd spend all that time getting everything ready &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;before&lt;/span&gt; I even had an actual party to go to. This year, being no exception, I had no plans until Friday (the night before).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 2 weeks ago I befriended two girls currently living in My City but are on exchange from Ireland. They actually only met each other here and happened to have met me at the theatre that I perform at (they came to watch the show). Since then we got to hang out a couple of times and as it turned out one of them has her birthday &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;on&lt;/span&gt; Halloween, so I was invited to spend Halloween with them. I love meeting new people, especially girls... who have sexy accents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, I got up and put the last touches I needed to make on my costume and headed out to the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to stop there for now. Tune in soon for Part 2! (It's worth it)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1975133697543600318-3563046776790183762?l=latedatebloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/3563046776790183762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1975133697543600318&amp;postID=3563046776790183762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/3563046776790183762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/3563046776790183762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-halloween-2009-experience-part-1.html' title='My Halloween 2009 Experience - Part 1'/><author><name>Elwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02959657300891286912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kb0Z_tg3--w/STdgLpQ-O4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/zTsEdBINHUg/S220/buds_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975133697543600318.post-6268853146199731016</id><published>2009-10-18T12:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T12:56:21.574-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Improv Eveywhere!</title><content type='html'>For the past five days my life has been 95% &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;improv&lt;/span&gt;. This week there is a festival in My City that I am somewhat involved with. I went and saw 21 hours of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;improv&lt;/span&gt; shows. They were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all fantastic!&lt;/span&gt; I even partook in 4 shows myself and received a lot of positive comments about mine and my teams performances. It's just been a crazy week. I met a whole bunch of fun people from out of town and for the past 3 nights have been up until at least 3am hanging out with my new friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is the last night and I am sure I will be dead tomorrow at work, but it was totally worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In terms of girls, I don't get it but Student is no more. We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;went o&lt;/span&gt;n one date and i thought it went well. We spoke on the phone again and arranged a second date. Great. Last second she cancelled because of a legit emergency (her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;USB&lt;/span&gt; broke and she needed to redo all her homework due at midnight). Okay. She was going to be busy on the weekend. It was Thanksgiving. Makes sense. She'd give me a call next week. Perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No call from her. I called her a couple and left a message (after it rang 10 times) and no call back.&lt;br /&gt;So I guess it's on to the next person. I did everything right and I don't need to chase her down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another really weird thing happened this week. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wendy&lt;/span&gt; wrote on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; wall. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; seen her since last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;February&lt;/span&gt; and the only contact we had was when she wished me a happy birthday on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; in July. What important message did she have for me on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; wall you may ask? She wanted to know what I was dressing up for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if she gets lonely sometimes and decides to contact ex boyfriends to see what is up with them?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1975133697543600318-6268853146199731016?l=latedatebloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/6268853146199731016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1975133697543600318&amp;postID=6268853146199731016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/6268853146199731016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/6268853146199731016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2009/10/improv-eveywhere.html' title='Improv Eveywhere!'/><author><name>Elwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02959657300891286912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kb0Z_tg3--w/STdgLpQ-O4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/zTsEdBINHUg/S220/buds_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975133697543600318.post-5474478487607883639</id><published>2009-10-12T23:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T00:04:16.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Advice with spice</title><content type='html'>I was out having coffee with a friend of mine who is also a fellow comedian. We were discussing acting and comedy and he was giving me advice on how to improve my acting skills:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You know what you need to do to become a better actor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elwood: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What's that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Have sex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elwood: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Really...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Yes. You need to have sex so you have more personal experiences to inspire emotions on stage. That and get into a fight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1975133697543600318-5474478487607883639?l=latedatebloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/5474478487607883639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1975133697543600318&amp;postID=5474478487607883639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/5474478487607883639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/5474478487607883639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2009/10/advice-with-spice.html' title='Advice with spice'/><author><name>Elwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02959657300891286912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kb0Z_tg3--w/STdgLpQ-O4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/zTsEdBINHUg/S220/buds_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975133697543600318.post-5990017472255544177</id><published>2009-10-05T23:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T23:56:33.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blast from the past</title><content type='html'>It's actually not new news since it happened over a week ago, but I received an a call from Rock Chick completely out of the blue. She called me on a Friday morning at 10 am while at work. She said hi, asked if I was working and said she'd call me later that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know what to make of it. She just disappeared for about a month and just like that gives me a call. I had thoughts that something may not be 100% kosher but I figured I'd wait until she called me back before assessing the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she did get back to me that evening, she admitted that she while she was away visiting her parents in another city, she applied for a PhD program, and got very stressed trying to finish her Masters, while simultaneously start her PhD. she made it sound like she was ignoring everyone, not just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand how being busy and stressed would make you want o be alone for a while, but to disappear cold turkey like that and expect the other person to still be interested is a gamble. Just s I was considering giving it another chance, I asked her to do something the next night but she explained how she was sick with a cold (I could hear her stuffy on the phone). I told her perhaps the weekend then. However,  I went out with &lt;a href="http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-official-i-dont-know-how-to-close.html"&gt;Student&lt;/a&gt; instead (we have another date lined up this week - more on that in another post).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night I was invited to a friend's movie night, but I didn't really want my Saturday night entertainment to be just hanging out with a bunch of middle aged guys (my friend is 45, I work with him at the comedy club), so I gave Rock Chick a call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, she sounded happy to hear from me but when I asked her to do something she told em she was going to study. I suggested if she needed a break at all to give me a call but she declined. So, politely I told her I know she'd busy with school and she wants me to give her space so I don't distract her I will but she said I wasn't distracting her and she wasn't trying to be impolite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, regardless, I think I'm over Rock Chick. I"m actually having more fun meeting new people, I don't need to go chase her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a side note, a friend of mine told me the other day that she doesn't know anyone else who's been on as many dates as I have. I couldn't believe it. I thought about it for a minute and it is true.I've been on a  whole bunch of dates this past year. definitely an improvement from my university days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1975133697543600318-5990017472255544177?l=latedatebloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/5990017472255544177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1975133697543600318&amp;postID=5990017472255544177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/5990017472255544177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/5990017472255544177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2009/10/blast-from-past.html' title='Blast from the past'/><author><name>Elwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02959657300891286912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kb0Z_tg3--w/STdgLpQ-O4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/zTsEdBINHUg/S220/buds_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975133697543600318.post-6864582731556096991</id><published>2009-10-05T00:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T00:46:52.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The engagement party</title><content type='html'>Well, since no one gave me any feedback on my &lt;a href="http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2009/09/dilemna.html"&gt;dilemma&lt;/a&gt; on inviting someone to be my date for my co-worker's engagement party, I decided to put matters into my own hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I originally asked one girl I thought would be interested to come with me (whom I know through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;imrpov&lt;/span&gt;) but she couldn't make it out that night. Even though I felt bad asking someone else from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;improv&lt;/span&gt; (especially since she's good friends with the first girl),  I did it anyways. It went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elwood: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey Friend, I tried calling you the other day but you didn't pick up. Is this your number?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes it is. Why did you call me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elwood: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My boss' son, who is also my coworker is getting married and...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh! I don't do weddings, sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elwood's brain: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I don't do weddings"? What does that mean...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elwood: Oh... OK... but it's not a wedding it's an engagement party...&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Yeah but I don't do make up for weddings.&lt;br /&gt;(Now is probably a good time to mention that my friend happens to be a make up artist)&lt;br /&gt;Elwood: Make up? I'm not asking you to do make up , I'm asking you to be my date!&lt;br /&gt;Friend (beaming with joy): Oh! Yeah for sure I'll come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was the best thing that could ever have happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a quick false start involving me showing up at the restaurant and waiting outside for 10 minutes only to find her coming out to get me after waiting &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;inside&lt;/span&gt; for 10 minutes, we proceeded inside. There were a lot of people there and waitresses walking around with platters of food, and the bar was open the whole night. A few of my coworkers showed up but I ended up spending almost the whole night with my friend chatting. It was great. I didn't feel obliged to sit with my coworkers which is good because I didn't want to really talk to them anyways, and or have my friend feel left out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the music started she wanted to dance, and dance we did. She was really good a well. We were having such a good time, we ended up staying later than any of my coworkers 9except for the groom to be of course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd bolt out of there by 8:30pm but we had such a blast together we stayed until 10:30pm. By then we left, and took the subway towards our part of town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We said our goodbyes and I told he sincerely that we should start hanging &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;out&lt;/span&gt; more often. I hope we do, she seems like someone I could really become friends with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1975133697543600318-6864582731556096991?l=latedatebloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/6864582731556096991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1975133697543600318&amp;postID=6864582731556096991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/6864582731556096991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/6864582731556096991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2009/10/engagement-party.html' title='The engagement party'/><author><name>Elwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02959657300891286912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kb0Z_tg3--w/STdgLpQ-O4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/zTsEdBINHUg/S220/buds_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975133697543600318.post-6351989259344022419</id><published>2009-10-03T02:22:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T02:55:58.400-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Official: I don't know how to close a date</title><content type='html'>Tonight I went on my first date with Student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was running late but thankfully, so was she. Also, living 2 minutes away from our designated meeting spot didn't hurt either. This being my first time meeting her in person, my mantra the whole way there was "Please don't be ugly, please don't' be ugly...".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, someone listened because she was very pretty. And seems very smart and interesting. She's travelled quite a bit and comes across as an outgoing person, not afraid to try stuff. For instance, I told her about this band I wanted to check out and she was all gung ho about coming with me. After the show, she told me she really enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus we needed wasn't coming for 20 minutes, so we walked in the cold rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached my street. I wasn't really that worried about ending the date because due to our umbrellas, it was impossible to get in close to her anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As is now becoming a typical Elwood move, I just stood there for a few seconds and stared at her before she complained about her feet getting cold and wet. We both agreed we had fun and would like to hang out again soon. The same thing happened with &lt;a href="http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2009/05/date-9-music-girl.html"&gt;Music Girl&lt;/a&gt;, but then I never heard from her &lt;a href="http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2009/06/call-back.html"&gt;again&lt;/a&gt;. So lets wait and see...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1975133697543600318-6351989259344022419?l=latedatebloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/6351989259344022419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1975133697543600318&amp;postID=6351989259344022419' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/6351989259344022419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/6351989259344022419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-official-i-dont-know-how-to-close.html' title='It&apos;s Official: I don&apos;t know how to close a date'/><author><name>Elwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02959657300891286912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kb0Z_tg3--w/STdgLpQ-O4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/zTsEdBINHUg/S220/buds_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975133697543600318.post-2649162905351331915</id><published>2009-09-29T23:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T23:35:40.472-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Add another to the list</title><content type='html'>I just entered another phone number to my cell phone contact directory. I just checked and noticed that I have a bad habit of not erasing old numbers. This makes 10 numbers currently on my phone from girls I've met over the past year. I do know that there are at least 5 more that I remembered to delete once it went nowhere. I really need to clean out my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The latest addition is a 22 and a university student. I actually don't know that much about her since we've only e-mailed each other back and forth a couple of times via Plentyoffish. Since she's a student, she shall be dubbed Student. I'm really running out of ideas for pseudo names...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our back and forth messages, I asked her for her phone number &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; suggested something we can do (go vintage/thrift store shopping - I need to get things for my Halloween costume - although I didn't tell her that part...), but she wrote back saying she was out of town. However, she did include her phone number and suggested we try this new cafe she's dying to try out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just tried and her number worked. She picked up, even though it's 11:30pm, and sounded happy I called but was going out with friends. I smoothly  said I'd call her tomorrow and she said she was glad that I had her number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1975133697543600318-2649162905351331915?l=latedatebloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/2649162905351331915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1975133697543600318&amp;postID=2649162905351331915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/2649162905351331915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/2649162905351331915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2009/09/add-another-to-list.html' title='Add another to the list'/><author><name>Elwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02959657300891286912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kb0Z_tg3--w/STdgLpQ-O4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/zTsEdBINHUg/S220/buds_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975133697543600318.post-870534336473422596</id><published>2009-09-28T14:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T14:23:08.234-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay Tuned</title><content type='html'>I haven't been able to put up posts on a regular basis but I do have a bunch of stuff I want to write about that has been going on lately. Today is a Jewish holiday (Yom Kippur) and technically, I shouldn't even be using a computer (not that I'm that observant). So, don't veer away too much and keep an eye open for a few fun things to read about during this upcoming week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elwood&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1975133697543600318-870534336473422596?l=latedatebloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/870534336473422596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1975133697543600318&amp;postID=870534336473422596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/870534336473422596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/870534336473422596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2009/09/stay-tuned.html' title='Stay Tuned'/><author><name>Elwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02959657300891286912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kb0Z_tg3--w/STdgLpQ-O4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/zTsEdBINHUg/S220/buds_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975133697543600318.post-8529809628862337476</id><published>2009-09-17T23:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T23:32:41.238-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dilemna</title><content type='html'>My boss's son, whom I also work with, is getting married. Along with my other co-worker (our company is technically 4 people), I got invited to his engagement party. I don't really want to go but I kind of feel I have to. I respect my coworkers but I don't' really feel comfortable enough to hang out with them outside of work. On top of that, the groom to be is good friends with a lot of people I went to high school with (he's only a year or two younger than me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told I'm allowed to bring someone and feel a hell of a lot better if I could find someone to go with. I'm not currently dating anyone, so this becomes a challenge. I don't have any real close female friends I could ask. I know a couple of girls I see almost every week at the theatre and we've hung out outside of the workshops as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I approach it though "Hi Jen? Hey It's Elwood. how are you doing? this is going to sound weird but I'm invited to a swanky, fancy dress up engagement party. I know we haven't hung out much but I thought it'd be a great way to get to know you. Would you lie to be my date?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or how about "Hi Sarah! How are you? I'm invited to my boss's son's engagement party and I was wondering if you'd like to be my date. I thought I could show off if I invited someone who was really good looking like yourself"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I wouldn't wouldn't ask it either of those way, but my question is: a) Is it wrong to ask, and b) whats the best way to ask.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1975133697543600318-8529809628862337476?l=latedatebloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/8529809628862337476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1975133697543600318&amp;postID=8529809628862337476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/8529809628862337476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/8529809628862337476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2009/09/dilemna.html' title='Dilemna'/><author><name>Elwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02959657300891286912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kb0Z_tg3--w/STdgLpQ-O4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/zTsEdBINHUg/S220/buds_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975133697543600318.post-3045198576972506022</id><published>2009-09-17T13:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T13:11:00.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Backrubber</title><content type='html'>&lt;p id="result_title"&gt;I filled out a survey on OK Cupid! to determine what "kind of guy" I am in terms of a relationship.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="result_title"&gt;Here's my result:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="result_title"&gt;The Backrubber   &lt;span id="result_extended"&gt;Deliberate Gentle Sex Dreamer (DGSD)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://cdn.okcimg.com/graphics/persons/DGSDm.gif" alt="The Backrubber" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Lusty but indirect. Kind, but also using friendship as a means to sex. Oh, that feels gooood. You are &lt;strong&gt;The Backrubber&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;We call you “The Backrubber” because you straddle that fine line between coming on to someone and just treating her nicely. Backrubs are just one example; you’d meet for coffee, or talk about books/movies, or even argue a little bit, all the while mostly preferring to screw.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Your indirect approach is not some evil trickery, but rather a result of your open mind. You’d enjoy &lt;em&gt;either&lt;/em&gt; love &lt;em&gt;or&lt;/em&gt; sex, but the latter definitely doesn’t require the former. While you are responsible and ambitious, you absolutely DON’T have uptight views on relationships. So ultimately, you just enjoy a woman, and let things take their course. If she wants you, great. If not, that’s fine too.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Though you’re not thinking too much about Love at this point in your life, odds are, when the time comes, you’ll be very happy settling down. Your ideal mate is gentle and horny, just like you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1975133697543600318-3045198576972506022?l=latedatebloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/3045198576972506022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1975133697543600318&amp;postID=3045198576972506022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/3045198576972506022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/3045198576972506022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2009/09/backrubber.html' title='The Backrubber'/><author><name>Elwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02959657300891286912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kb0Z_tg3--w/STdgLpQ-O4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/zTsEdBINHUg/S220/buds_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975133697543600318.post-4598559128915069528</id><published>2009-09-15T00:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T00:21:35.295-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Old habits die hard</title><content type='html'>I said I wasn't going to, and I kind of haven't really, but I sort of started browsing online dating sites again. It started with a "oh, maybe I'll just have a gander" to checking my account several times a day. I haven't broken out of this lazy spell to actually contact anyone, I'm just looking at peoples' profiles, see who's new, who's gone/taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to update my profile and picture. I took down my old goofy-faced pictures and replaced them with newer, more recent... goofy face pictures.  As much as I want to show i"m a grown up, I also want attention, and it's working. Just not in the way I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got an e-mail stating a 30 year old added me as a "favorite" on Plentyoffish.com. It's basically a way of keeping tabs on people you want to keep tabs on. So, I messaged her and I get back a reply that she thought my pictures were funny and that's all she wanted to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not much unlike "I like you as a brother" kind of situation, in the sense that I'm coming across as a guy that will entertain you with my pictures. It's happened a few times now that I've been contact (or stopped in the street) and told that my profile pictures are funny, but they don't want to get to know me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's time I "grow up" a bit, but it's so hard. I don't even look good when I smile normally!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1975133697543600318-4598559128915069528?l=latedatebloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/4598559128915069528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1975133697543600318&amp;postID=4598559128915069528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/4598559128915069528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/4598559128915069528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2009/09/old-habits-die-hard.html' title='Old habits die hard'/><author><name>Elwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02959657300891286912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kb0Z_tg3--w/STdgLpQ-O4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/zTsEdBINHUg/S220/buds_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975133697543600318.post-3195646096741857457</id><published>2009-09-07T00:46:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T01:12:04.875-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Labour Day Weekend</title><content type='html'>This week has a been pretty chill but also interesting. Friday night I went to visit my parents in the suburbs and ended up staying over. I like doing that from time to time. I get a nicely cooked meal, watch a movie with my family and sleep in a warm bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I went shopping for a new bag to carry around all my crap. My previous bag, although I loved it, was on it's last leg. It's a postman bag and the strap was about to break off. I went to the mall in the suburbs with my mom and saw all kinds of bags that were sort of what I wanted but didn't have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this &lt;/span&gt;feature or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; feature. Eventually, I ended up in a shop that had the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;exact  &lt;/span&gt;same bag! So I grabbed it right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the rest of the afternoon chilling in my room working on a poster for a friend. It looks awesome. I'm really starting to get the hang of making posters for comedy shows. I did 2 already and have the opportunity to do a whole bunch in the next month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night i saw &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Inglorious Bastards&lt;/span&gt;. I highly recommend you go see it. It was AWESOME! Some might say it's Quentin Tarintino's best movie but it was highly enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning I just chilled at home. Not even 24 hours after I wrote the post on how I was going to move on from &lt;a href="http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2009/09/on-to-next-one.html"&gt;Rock Chick&lt;/a&gt;, I received an e-mail from Plentyoffish and one from Ok Cupid. The OK Cupid one said someone checked out my profile and like it but I need to rate others to find out who it was (waste of time). the Plentyoffish one was an actual message from what seems to be a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; enthusiastic and outgoing. She read my profile and seems to really like what I had to say and wants me to write back. She's from out of town and also a big chubby. I can tell from her picture I'm not attracted to her at all. Why can't girls I'm attracted to send me messages out of the blue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked some more on the poster and in the afternoon I headed to my weekly workshop with my comedy group. I thought it went super well. We tried something new and I feel it's the beginning of something much grander in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I headed to the theatre that i frequent every Sunday as well. I had a blast in the workshop. This is followed by a show which I felt I did really well in. I made a lot of the right choices (which is hard in improv) and even got a few compliments after the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home I ended up walking right by the open window of a bar and thought I recognized someone I hadn't seen in about 5 years. I pretended to walk inside to get a better look and still couldn't care. So, I said "fuck it" and walked up to the person i thought was my old friend and it was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out she was visiting with her boyfriend all the way from Boston, had been in town for a few days and is leaving tomorrow. This is the second time this happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, my day off, I plan on just relaxing, finishing up the posters and cleaning my room with hopefully some time to jam on the ol' guitar in the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy a have Labour Day everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1975133697543600318-3195646096741857457?l=latedatebloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/3195646096741857457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1975133697543600318&amp;postID=3195646096741857457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/3195646096741857457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/3195646096741857457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2009/09/labour-day-weekend.html' title='Labour Day Weekend'/><author><name>Elwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02959657300891286912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kb0Z_tg3--w/STdgLpQ-O4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/zTsEdBINHUg/S220/buds_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975133697543600318.post-4033343358154492126</id><published>2009-09-06T01:24:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T01:43:40.682-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On To The Next One</title><content type='html'>I don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I meet someone online and we end up going out on several dates. Not one or two, like 7. Each time, unless I"m totally mistaken, I've shown that I was interested in being more than friends without having to throw my tongue in her mouth. Each time, she didn't do anything to make it seem obvious she was totally &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; interested in me either. All the while, I felt something just wasn't right but kept at it anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's been over a week and a half, so I know that Rock Chick should have returned back to town. I didn't expect her to call me as soon as she got off the plane but she's definitely been back a few days. Heck, she never called me before either, I was always making the calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm guessing she was just never into me and just couldn't say no to hanging out. This time, I really don't think I'm over reacting. Besides, she's still going on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;plentyoffish&lt;/span&gt;.com. Yes, obviously I'm no better since I went on to find out, but I couldn't' help it. I was really curious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a way I feel a little used but that's what dating is, right? You go out with someone a couple of times an if it's not for you, you move on. It's bound to happen so you have to enjoy each date for itself. I probably just should have gotten out a lot sooner, but didn't really mind either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, since I stopped actively pursuing girls online, I've been doing a lot of other proactive things like playing my guitar, working on posters for friends' shows coming up, working hard at work, doing a lot of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;improv&lt;/span&gt;, etc., so I'&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; been keeping busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not holding my breath to hear from Rock Chick again.&lt;br /&gt;I also think I'll start looking around online soon but not really in the biggest rush.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1975133697543600318-4033343358154492126?l=latedatebloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/4033343358154492126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1975133697543600318&amp;postID=4033343358154492126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/4033343358154492126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/4033343358154492126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2009/09/on-to-next-one.html' title='On To The Next One'/><author><name>Elwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02959657300891286912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kb0Z_tg3--w/STdgLpQ-O4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/zTsEdBINHUg/S220/buds_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975133697543600318.post-867955382810030590</id><published>2009-08-27T22:52:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T23:01:49.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Decision Made</title><content type='html'>Tonight is the last night I could spend time with Spider Dude before he leaves to go back to Australia. We were hanging out with another one of his friend's, walking around, shooting the shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shared with him the decision I made in my mind last night. Rock Chick is currently away for about 2 weeks. Instead of worrying about what I want to do - should I pursue others? Do I want to stick with Rock Chick?, etc. - I decided I will just do nothing. Take a step back and have a break. concentrate on other things. Work, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Improv&lt;/span&gt;, having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I'll give Rock chick about a week. If she calls me when she returns and wants to hang out, I'll go with the flow and see what happens. If I don't hear from her for about a week after she's been back then I'll move on to something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that being the guy I can always make the first move (and some believe I should &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; make a move), but I realized that even though I could keep pursuing her by making the calls and grabbing her attention, that's not what I always want. I don't want to be with someone that I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; need to chase after. I would like to date someone who can reciprocate. If Rock Chick isn't that someone, than I'll have to say goodbye and move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1975133697543600318-867955382810030590?l=latedatebloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/867955382810030590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1975133697543600318&amp;postID=867955382810030590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/867955382810030590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/867955382810030590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2009/08/decision-made.html' title='Decision Made'/><author><name>Elwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02959657300891286912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kb0Z_tg3--w/STdgLpQ-O4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/zTsEdBINHUg/S220/buds_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975133697543600318.post-8845203466147615324</id><published>2009-08-27T22:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T22:52:13.451-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One night at the Sex Shop...</title><content type='html'>The other day Spider Dude and I met up to hang out. He wanted to go into a sex shop so he could by some enticing underwear for his girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside we ask the clerk at the counter where "the underwear section" is, and he points us in the right direction. Spider Dude starts looking at a bunch of panties. There are red ones, laced ones, see through ones, ones with holes in the right places, ones with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ties&lt;/span&gt;. Yes. They had panties with a shirt tie hanging over the front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about 15 minutes, the clerk comes up to us and says "The men's underwear is over there".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1975133697543600318-8845203466147615324?l=latedatebloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/8845203466147615324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1975133697543600318&amp;postID=8845203466147615324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/8845203466147615324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/8845203466147615324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2009/08/one-night-at-sex-shop.html' title='One night at the Sex Shop...'/><author><name>Elwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02959657300891286912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kb0Z_tg3--w/STdgLpQ-O4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/zTsEdBINHUg/S220/buds_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975133697543600318.post-8807851529417110957</id><published>2009-08-23T12:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T12:47:06.736-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Party like it's 1985</title><content type='html'>I know I havn't been posting so often as of late. Work has got a lot better lately, I'm not swamped but things are starting to pick up. I've been going out a lot too. Spider Dude is still in town all the way from Australia. This past week another friend who moved to Israel was in My City and a bunch of us got together almost daily until yesterday. I've been keeping busy but there just hasn't been much to talk about on this blog since I havn't been pursuing people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been almost 1 month and a half since I've met Rock Chick. We've been on probably 7 or 8 dates. We've gone out for dinner, she's come over to watch a movie, we spent a whole day at a concert, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, Spider Dude organized an outing to an 80s dance night at a bar. I was excited to go since he told me he didn't care who came as long as I was there. We both don't mind making fools of ourselves and just have fun - without any alcohol (we're crazy like that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had invited Rock Chick back on Monday and she was excited to come. Last minute (yesterday) she called me and asked if she could bring someone. She is part of this exchange program where people from overseas are paired up so when they move to My City for the university, they have someone they can hang out with. It was a smart move since we ended up being a bunch of dudes so at least she had another female around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night itself was a lot more fun then I thought it would be. I wasn't feeling so hot during the day but felt better at night. Also, I was afraid I was going to act all weird because Rock Chick was there but I didn't. I think having Spider Dude around helped because I was having fun and not feeling nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dancing itself was ok. The music wasn't very good but the being around fun people was. After a couple of hours we decided to split since Rock Chick and her friend had to leave to catch the last Subway. Spider Dude had a car and offered to just drive them home (Rock Chick's friend was staying at her place) so I asked him if it was cool if I came for a ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way there, I ended up sitting in the back seat with Rock Chick. We talked and joked around. At one point I put my hand behind her neck and started to rub it lightly. Again, she didn't throw my hand away but I couldn't tell if she actually liked it or not. I know that if someone does like something they will not allow you to do it but she never shows any signs of acknowledgment. It can be frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived at Rock Chick's place I got out of the car to move to the front seat. Rock Chick is leaving to go back to her home city for 2 weeks so I wished her a good trip, told her friend I was that it was nice meeting her and then moved towards Rock Chick. She gave me a hug so I kissed her on the cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the car, I talked to Spider Dude a bit about it. He told me straight up that he thought she was beautiful looking (he's old school like that). He really liked her. I asked what vibes he got from her and he honestly told me he couldn't tell anything. From how she acted around me he couldn't tell if she sees me as a friend or more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do anymore. Part of me wants to see what will happen and part of me wants to see what else is out there. Well, she's gone for 2 weeks. By now she should know I like her more than a friend (or she's really clueless) so when she returns I'm leaving it in her court to reach me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime I think i may start pursuing other things, not to drop Rock Chick completely, but surely there is nothing wrong to just look around. I'm not saying I'll go on 100 dates in 2 weeks but if the opportunity to meet someone new arises, I won't totally reject it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you guys think? Are things moving too slow with her or am I being too eager? Think she's just yanking my chain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Share you thoughts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1975133697543600318-8807851529417110957?l=latedatebloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/8807851529417110957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1975133697543600318&amp;postID=8807851529417110957' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/8807851529417110957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/8807851529417110957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2009/08/party-like-its-1985.html' title='Party like it&apos;s 1985'/><author><name>Elwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02959657300891286912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kb0Z_tg3--w/STdgLpQ-O4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/zTsEdBINHUg/S220/buds_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975133697543600318.post-7803499032566866219</id><published>2009-08-18T14:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T14:14:44.048-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Flower Power</title><content type='html'>I have a date tonight with Rock Chick. I decided I wanted to buy her a flower or two since she said she had a bad week last week and I hadn't really had a chance to see her in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During lunch break I went out of my office to the grocery store next door only to find that they had nothing. Across the street there was a convenience store which also sold flowers. Inside, I saw a bunch of shelves, practically empty. A small plant here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The store lady told me that they are expecting more inventory soon. In search of buying just a flower or 2 our conversation went something like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elwood: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you just have a flower or 2 for sale?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Lady: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What kind of flower?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Elwood: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Any flower, I don't need a whole plant, it's just a gift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How about this piece of bamboo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Elwood: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh... Well it's a gift, for a girl, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Lady: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Girls love bamboo sticks! &lt;/span&gt;(shoving it in my face)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Elwood: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thanks... but it's not what I'm looking for... Have a nice day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1975133697543600318-7803499032566866219?l=latedatebloomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/feeds/7803499032566866219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1975133697543600318&amp;postID=7803499032566866219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/7803499032566866219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1975133697543600318/posts/default/7803499032566866219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latedatebloomer.blogspot.com/2009/08/flower-power.html' title='Flower Power'/><author><name>Elwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02959657300891286912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kb0Z_tg3--w/STdgLpQ-O4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/zTsEdBINHUg/S220/buds_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
