The 5th S?

So upon some reflection and talk with the few people that I will admit to writing these stories, I realized I should have named my blog the 5 S’s. The fifth one being straight. I have unfortunately encountered this problem before and it not a fun experience. One minute everything is going great and the next minute your girl is trying the grass on the other side of the hetero/homosexual fence. This story is not about a specific date that I have had but it’s about a relationship I had.

At the end of my high school year I was dating this cute Asian girl for about 4 months and we had plans to go to prom together. Little did I know she had different ideas about who she would take to prom.

At the same time I was becoming really good friends with this lesbian girl in the grade below me. She was one of the weirdest individuals I have ever met, the perfect example of a chauvinistic male but in female form. One of the people when you meet you are completely convinced this person was born of the wrong sex. To illustrate this point I’ll refer to the time that I had literally see her pull her pants down and take a piss on a moving bus because she thought it would be funny. Certainly something a stupid teenage boy would do, although not something I ever did my self.

So about a week before prom my girlfriend told me “we needed to talk.” The dreaded words. I went into the conversation expecting the worst but I was not prepared for what I actually heard. She told me that she was in love with both my friend and I and that she couldn’t choose. I of course being hurt and confused by the whole situation told her that if her interests lay in that direction that she should explore them, and left the relationship. That was when things went from bad to worse.

We had previously planned to go in the same limo with all my friends. The only problem now was that she wanted to take her new girlfriend in the same limo. I relented and allowed her to take my spot but was scrambling for a date. Luckily I found a cute girl who was in a special dance program. It didn’t allow her to be in school often so she had been passed up for prom by everyone and was looking for a date.

Prom its self was a nightmare. I was not a good dancer and in hind sight, to be partnered up with a (now) professional dancer was not a good call. I bumbled around and made a fool out of my self until she got picked up by a drunken coked up jock right in front of me. Perturbed I went outside for some fresh air only to walk into my ex with her new gal pal making out. I turned around went back in, stole the micky of vodka my friend was drinking, and left with out another word to anyone.

I woke up the next morning to a sprinkler going off next me accompanied by one of the worst hang over I have ever had. I walked home in my wet suit and vowed to never go dancing with anyone who plans to do it professionally again.

My Last Date

What inspired me to write this blog was the last date I went on. It was a very confusing night. I had this girl I met through a friend over for a home cooked meal and a bottle of wine. The beginning of the night was perfect, good food, good talk, and good wine. But things began to fall apart as the night progressed. We began to make out a bit(among other things) and something in the girl snapped. I thought she was enjoying her self but she started to freak out telling me that she was no worthy to be in my presence, that I was so real and she was so fake, and that everything she said that night was a lie. She got so worked up that she eventually just dropped what she was saying got up and left. Leaving me dumb founded, pantless, and blue balled.

I don’t understand what makes a beautiful girl undervalue her self in such a manner. I mean if she actually was fake, her telling me that she was is far more real than a lot of people I know. We had a great night and she just freaked out. But such is life.

At any rate it got me thinking about how crazy my dating life has been and all the psycho gals I have had on my hands. So I decided to write about them. Now I have my blog.

Seeker of the 4 S's

So I created this blog to help my self navigate the rough waters of the dating world. I have no real experience in dating and I have found the experience to be difficult at best, and down right scary at worst. I have had a whole list of dating mishaps in my search for the 4 S’s. The 4 S’s that I seek are the main qualities I am looking for in a woman, single, smart sexy and sane. A tall order I know, but I figure if you shoot for the moon you might just get there.

A bit about me, I’m 23 and work for a bank. Born and raised in Vancouver and currently live on my own. I am not very good at picking up ladies and I have had some seriously horrid dating experiences. But I am still holding out hope to meet “the one.” We shall see where this trip takes me. Wish me luck!