The Sport of Dating

Date #10

Age: 23
Score: 14.5 (7.5 face/7 body) – The body score could go up. She was bundled up in dark colors when I last saw her. (Sometimes a bad sign)
Occupation: Art Gallery Employee
Hometown: San Diego, CA

Ok, I have a couple of thoughts after this date. One, it is really hard for me to put forth an effort when I am tired. And two, another California girl bites the dust. Ok, so #10 and I met in the Marina and had a mutual attraction. We ended up going to the Nob Hill Café for dinner because my garage-mate’s car died and I couldn’t pull mine out. We were going to go to Bissap Baobab, a restaurant that I have wanted to go to for well over a year. But alas, every time I try and go there, it doesn’t work out. Seriously, there are forces out there keeping me away from this place.

So, maybe my lethargy kept me from really enjoying this date, or maybe it was her extreme California personality, but I really didn’t feel it from the beginning of the date. Now, words fail me when I try and explain “extreme California personality,” but hopefully I will someday be able to write it down. As for now, imagine what everyone hates about Southern California people, and that was her. However, I have to say, I was tired and thus not in the best mood, so maybe anyone would have annoyed me. Here are some highlights of things that I wasn’t a big fan of:
- She thinks the Marina is the center of the universe. Marina people, the ones who really feel like they found their place in the world, use aggravating Marina lingo like calling the Marina “the bubble.” “Oh, I never leave the bubble,” they say giggling, obviously proud of themselves. Oh really, shut the F up. They call Chestnut Street “The Nut.” Finally, they can’t understand why anyone would live outside of the Marina, let alone not be jealous of someone who does live in the Marina. #10 expressed all three. (There are more things that could be said about the Marina, but that might deserve a column of its own. You do have to love the area though, because if a girl goes out down there they are looking to hook up.)
- If I hadn’t heard of some obscure restaurant, or something of the like, then she would look at me like I was some sheltered redneck. Sorry I don't know of the best fish taco shack in San Diego.
- She claimed to have impeccable taste in wine (“my friends always ask me to try the wine to see if it’s good.”), and the wine that she loved at dinner tasted like monkey piss.
- She winks -- a lot. I mean all the time. At first I thought it was a nervous tick, but then she said that she does it on purpose. I must have been winked at 40 or 50 times throughout the night. I really hope that it is a nervous tick. That I could accept. You see, I don’t trust people that wink. I really don’t. I put them in the same boat as people that whistle and nudists as people I will probably never trust. I'm not exactly sure why those three things trigger so much distrust in me, but I think its because all three acts are inherently insincere. And for someone to do it that much, she might as well have been planning my murder right in front of me.
- There are many other things, but I noticed this post is getting long. I’ll finish up later.

In the next post I’ll explain that even though I found this girl annoying and didn’t feel like we clicked, I really want to like her. This is because she has a ton of good qualities (they probably outweigh the bad) and I can’t give up on my desire to date a Southern California girl.

posted by Chuff @ 12:22 PM