Cats and Women Will Do As They Please

The name of the girl in this post has been changed for her and her child’s privacy.

So I go out on this date with Darby, we meet at Wired Cafe because I like the location and I think she will like it too. Darby looked good on paper, her photos showed this glowing 28yo girl with a great smile.

Stats:

Age: 28
Lives: Claremont
Owns: Her own home
Has: Car
Job: Technical??
With Child: Yes

If you glossed over that last bit.. Yes, she is pregnant, something that she didn’t mention in her profile..

Discovery: So I am sitting at the cafe waiting, she is a bit late, that seems to be common for girls, I wish they would not do that, but when in Rome? Up walks this girl that looks like darby, we do the hug thing and there is this ‘bump’ in my gut, admittedly I did not realize it as she approached because of the lighting but I looked down due to the personal space violation..

She had a belly, the rest of her body did not give indication of being overweight so I was a bit puzzled. When we stepped apart I realized, she was pregnant.. I didn’t mention it right off, perhaps it was some medical condition, but she did have that ‘glow’ that pregnant women get.

We sat down and had mild chit-chat about various things that we read off each others profiles. The waitress came by (mind you, this was a wine date), I get a Channelle Pinot, she gets some sort of white wine..

We talked some more, I am doing my best to avoid the elephant in the room, I am enjoying the conversation a bit and she seems really interested in me. The wine arrives, she takes a healthy chug of it..

It is at this moment my curiosity gets the best of me.. I say something along the lines of “I know it is poor form, but are you pregnant?”

She replies with a yes, and has a look as if I was judging her… umm yes I am..

What follows are various bits of dialogue..

Brian: “How often do you drink?”

Darby: “Only once or twice a week, but only white wine”

Brian: “Are you in contact with the father?”

Darby: “Yeah, I kinda live with him, he is my ex boyfriend”

Brian: “Can I ask how you got pregnant?”

Darby: “Not sure, but I think it was this one time that he got really rough with me” (rape?)

Second Date: No Way!

Date: 10/?? evening

Where: Wired Cafe

Looks:

• Scrunched Face
• Nice Hair
• Rock solid body, (but meh to me)
• Dressed little bit on the marm side

The Bad:

• WAY too into sports
• Worked the same job for 6 years as middle management in a field I detest
• Huge family, none of them live here
• Poor relationship with her father
• Been on-line dating for 1.5yrs
• Overly political
• Didn’t like me right off and was going through the motions
• LATE by 20min
• Lost her cell phone a week ago, has not replaced it

The Good:

• Has a job
• Has a car
• Decent Salary
• a Runner
• Really Driven

Second Date Chance: Nope

Date: 10/28 7pm

Where: Pizza Port Carlsbad

Looks:

• Big teeth
• 10+lbs from her photos
• Dressed a bit frumpy
• Big forehead

The Bad:

• Works in Marketing
• Never had a long term relationship beyond 6months
• Hasty to make decisions
• Milktoast personality
• Not that smart
• Showed up late

The Good:

• Kinda Cute
• Has a job
• Has a car

Date: 10/25 7pm

Where: La Jolla Strip Club

Looks:

• Scrawny little thing
• Skinny arms
• Face looked like she smoked a lot
• Decently dressed

The Bad:

• Works in Marketing
• Showed up late
• Kinda slow conversation
• Obsessed with Vodka
• Has not traveled that much

The Good:

• Easy to talk to
• Knows her trivia for the Greek gods and Tarantino movies
• Small vocabulary

Second Date Chance: Maybe

I wrote this for JA in response to her email.. this is just part of it, but damn,, I know why I am stressed.

Week Review So Far.

Monday (5hrs sleep): Up 7am, billing and correspondence till 1pm (I was so busy that I missed a meeting with a new customer). 1330, new customer meeting til 4pm. Email correspondence shows that I was sending emails to customers all the way up until 3am TUESDAY! Summary: approx 18hrs of work. Emails: 24 Sent, 64 Received.

Tuesday (4hrs sleep): Wake up, 7am, food, shower, meeting 8:30am, til 11am, Glorious Nap til 1500, Bids for SJ and two other customers to 8pm, Run at bay (first alone time to myself AND not working since you got here). While cooling down from run (9pm), back at work dealing with a bid issue that was not my fault. Bed 11pm. Summary: 12hrs of work. Emails: 33 Sent, 77 Received.

Wednesday BIRTHDAY (5hrs sleep woke up middle of night could not get to sleep for 2hrs): 7am the Shit hits the fan, customer tells me that our July 4 delivery date is moved up to 1pm same day. Remaining work on project takes me right up to 1pm where I have an appointment, phone call on return from appt. Correspondence with customers show that I worked to 7pm (Birthday Dinner), and started back up at 10pm till 11pm. Summary: 13hrs work. Emails: 69 Sent, 110 Received.

Thursday (4hrs sleep, you were there): 3am already at work, Julie-Ana gets to yell at cats. Get my ass handed to me at my first job 9am, because I am responsible for everything that happens, no matter if it was hardware failure or customer ineptitude. Rush home, Instruct Bei Bei on what she needs to do, rush back out to 1pm appt that takes me right up until 4:30pm. All the time doing back and forth with PFS group customer that moved launch date forward 4 days. Dinner with Ryan and Loralyn where everybody has their feelings hurt because Brian is operating on 18hrs sleep for the week, NEEDS 32hrs (about half). Summary: 13.5hrs work. Emails: 25 Sent, 59 Received.

Ugh,

I have not been eating well, and I feel/look it.

today I have had:

Slice of Cheese

Berry Smothie from CostCo

Bowl of yogurt with granola and blackberries

Bowl of shredded wheat

A banana.

Avacaddo

Orange Juice

pita bread with peanut butter and jelly

small bowl of yogurt granola and blackberries

pita bread w/ 2 slices of cheese

Apricott

some cubes of catalopue

3 spicy chicken strips w/ ranch

And I think I am getting a sinus infection

• Ask before you assume, people like to talk about themselves anyhow
• Don’t talk about others with others

• Friends that lie to each other in a group is not a friend of mine

I had the pleasure of traveling in Orlando, post super bowl, high school jazz dance event/Shuttle launch.

The finest example of American government was doing what they do best, slowing down everything in the name of security theater.

I always enjoy taking the time to examine my fellow saps traveling via the skyways. It was this moment when I came to a realization, you can indeed judge a cover by it’s book.

A few places in line ahead of me was a young woman, I would say mid twenties, thin, painted toenails, and sporting her iPhone constantly making exasperated sighs, in the hopes that someone would take notice of her and save her from the line.

She was wearing an REI backpack, with a plastic water bottle tucked into one side and one of those stainless steel bottles in the other. Her eyebrowls were perfectly trimmed to narrow razors that framed her face, and said one thing. I am a bitch.

Now I know it is wrong to make assumptions about a person, and I try to give people the benefit of the doubt, but every time that I make allowances, I get proven correct in my initial gut reaction.

A call comes in on her iPhone 3Gs and she does the finger swipe to answer it. The poor unsuspecting sap on the other end of the phone had to be her boyfriend. She whined about the line, then went into full bitch mode where she was ripping him over what I can only assume is that he works too much and does not spend enough time with her in the beauty salon.

So much for humanity.