I started talking to the Courtly Bulldog when he sent me a little comment about the Hello Kitty cotton candy maker my roommates and I had recently purchased. I’d mentioned it on my profile, because if you have a Hello Kitty cotton candy maker, it’s not the sort of thing you should keep a secret.
Anyway, we hit it off pretty quickly. Unlike the Sexual Bear, this guy’s values were a little more in line with my own and we had similar senses of humor. Despite my failure to be cool and not-vindictive the last time around, I was still determined to play nice and at least attempt to keep things in perspective.
Though I was nervous that the Courtly Bulldog only had one picture, and that was a close up of his eyes. Still, though, I liked the personality that came through our texts and I figured I’d see where things went.
So. After about a week of trading quips and a couple of phone conversations, we decided to meet in person for a walk around the Capitol Gardens. Some of you will remember that the last time I did this, it didn’t go well. But the guy was seriously fixated on the idea that we should take a walk for our first date. I chalked that up to the fact that he seemed kind of old-fashioned and a little sheltered, but he seemed cool enough to outweigh the concern I felt about that.
That Saturday I made myself pretty and headed downtown. I texted to tell him that I was leaving and I’d see him in about 45 minutes. When I got downtown, I was a little early, so I stopped by my sister Heidi’s apartment to say hello. While I was there, I checked my phone and saw that I had gotten no reply. This was a problem because the Courtly Bulldog and I had planned on just meeting up in the park, but not in a specific place.
I texted again to ask if he was still planning on meeting me and I got nothing in reply. I talked it over with Heidi and her boyfriend and we decided to wait until ten minutes after the date should have started before we all left to do something else. Maybe, we reasoned, he had been in a terrible accident.
Ten minutes came and went. I left him a polite voicemail informing him that since I hadn’t heard from him, I assumed we were done and wished him a nice day—I only sounded a little sarcastic, which made me proud.
Heidi, Jo, and I went out and had a lovely lunch and then we spent some time looking at espresso makers at Crate and Barrel. We were in a BevMo about three hours later when my phone rang and I saw it was the Courtly Bulldog himself. I hesitated, but eventually my curiosity won out and I answered.
He apologized profusely. Apparently, he had decided to take a nap—seriously—and slept through our date. It was just stupid enough to seem like a thing that had actually happened. I accepted his apology through rather gritted teeth and hesitantly agreed to meet the next day at the same place and time.
In case you’re wondering why I did that, here’s the thing: I was dead set on being more accepting of people’s flaws and mistakes. This was a relatively foreign concept to me, but people kept saying things like, “You’re too hard on men,” and “you have such high expectations of people.”
And that’s why on Sunday, I went through the whole prettification process again and headed back downtown even though I absolutely didn’t feel like it.
But no, really, I should just have passed.
Anyway, we hit it off pretty quickly. Unlike the Sexual Bear, this guy’s values were a little more in line with my own and we had similar senses of humor. Despite my failure to be cool and not-vindictive the last time around, I was still determined to play nice and at least attempt to keep things in perspective.
Though I was nervous that the Courtly Bulldog only had one picture, and that was a close up of his eyes. Still, though, I liked the personality that came through our texts and I figured I’d see where things went.
So. After about a week of trading quips and a couple of phone conversations, we decided to meet in person for a walk around the Capitol Gardens. Some of you will remember that the last time I did this, it didn’t go well. But the guy was seriously fixated on the idea that we should take a walk for our first date. I chalked that up to the fact that he seemed kind of old-fashioned and a little sheltered, but he seemed cool enough to outweigh the concern I felt about that.
That Saturday I made myself pretty and headed downtown. I texted to tell him that I was leaving and I’d see him in about 45 minutes. When I got downtown, I was a little early, so I stopped by my sister Heidi’s apartment to say hello. While I was there, I checked my phone and saw that I had gotten no reply. This was a problem because the Courtly Bulldog and I had planned on just meeting up in the park, but not in a specific place.
I texted again to ask if he was still planning on meeting me and I got nothing in reply. I talked it over with Heidi and her boyfriend and we decided to wait until ten minutes after the date should have started before we all left to do something else. Maybe, we reasoned, he had been in a terrible accident.
Ten minutes came and went. I left him a polite voicemail informing him that since I hadn’t heard from him, I assumed we were done and wished him a nice day—I only sounded a little sarcastic, which made me proud.
Heidi, Jo, and I went out and had a lovely lunch and then we spent some time looking at espresso makers at Crate and Barrel. We were in a BevMo about three hours later when my phone rang and I saw it was the Courtly Bulldog himself. I hesitated, but eventually my curiosity won out and I answered.
He apologized profusely. Apparently, he had decided to take a nap—seriously—and slept through our date. It was just stupid enough to seem like a thing that had actually happened. I accepted his apology through rather gritted teeth and hesitantly agreed to meet the next day at the same place and time.
In case you’re wondering why I did that, here’s the thing: I was dead set on being more accepting of people’s flaws and mistakes. This was a relatively foreign concept to me, but people kept saying things like, “You’re too hard on men,” and “you have such high expectations of people.”
And that’s why on Sunday, I went through the whole prettification process again and headed back downtown even though I absolutely didn’t feel like it.
But no, really, I should just have passed.
At first glance I thought you got to snog David Tennant. I was so excited :(
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