Mr. Right

Every post so far has been about my encounters with crazies within the dating realm. However, after my last date it occurred to me that I may have in fact been the crazy this time round.


Let me explain...


For the most part I go on these dates with the best of intentions. To find love and romance and ultimately a relationship. But since that so seldom seems to happen, I sometimes have to go on other dates to continue having writing material for you, my trusty readers. This is exactly what happened last Wednesday night. I was feeling tired and sluggish, annoyed by the summer humidity, and the only thing I wanted to do was curl up in front of the TV with a fan blowing on me and a tub of ice cream in hand.


However, this was not an option as I had already committed to a date with a guy named Cam at a local pub. I considered messaging him to cancel, but then realized that I was really in need of some new material. So, I went for you. I mustered up the energy to pull on a summer dress, make myself up, and I headed into the sticky summer heat.


Cam was much cuter than his picture. But, since I had no intention of actually liking him, I chose to ignore it. I also chose not to put my usual effort in. Instead of actively listening and engaging him in interesting conversation, I sat there spewing unimpressive stories of how I used to be addicted to nasal spray (something I would NEVER normally share on a first date) and I went into lengthy detail about my past failed relationships (which I also know never to do).


It wasn't until the night started to come to an end, and he sweetly picked up the cheque and walked me back to my place, that I realized I might have blown my chances with a really great guy. A date gone right usually means a potential relationship, but a date gone wrong usually means some writing material. But, this time, I realized I hadn't gotten ANY material because this was a really genuinely great guy. And since I had acted like a complete and utter knob all evening I knew I had not earned a relationship with this keeper. So, I began to wonder if this time I had become the material instead.


As Cam left me without a goodnight kiss, I started to wonder if I had met my match. Perhaps my crazy rantings of snorting nasal spray in high school would inspire him to write his own blog about the loony girls he was meeting from online dating. So, for the past week I've been trying to find a blog post about some ditz called "The Addict". If I do, I'll know it's about me and it's well-deserved. 


Lesson learned: If I'm going to make the effort to go on the date, I might as well make the effort to give the guy a shot. Dating solely for material might mean missing out on Mr. Right... again.

Pick Up Trick #2

Braids.


I don't know what it is about them, but they seem to get men going. I don't know if it's because every man secretly has some school-girl fetish, but braids have been attracting guys for me, therefore I've made them my newest summer go-to 'do. 


Here's a few other reasons why they are awesome:


1) There are million ways to do them. A casual, loose braid if you're going to the beach, a couple tighter french braids if you're working out, a few smaller braids that can be gathered up into a bun. Seriously the options are endless.


2) Braids always somehow look sexier and more feminine than a plain old ponytail. 


3) Once you take your braid out (especially if you put it in when your hair was wet) you have the most incredible beachy waves that you just cannot create with a curling iron or hot rollers.

I have been braiding my hair right when I come out of the shower, I sleep on it, wear it for the next day and then I'll take it out right before I head out on a date. A little spritz of hairspray and I'm good to go.


If you don't believe me yet, here is my most recent braid success story. I met up for sushi with an ex. I began casually telling him about the dating I've been up to (just to remind him I'm not pining for him anymore) and mid-sentence he stopped me to admire my hair. "Oh, this mess?" I replied, flipping it casually out of my eyes. "Does it look alright?" He assured me that YES, whatever I was doing, was working wonders. So I continued my dating memoirs with a small smile of satisfaction. Because you always want to look your very best in front of an ex, but you never, ever want it to looked like you tried.


So.... thanks to my trusty braid: Mission Accomplished.


Video showing how to do a french braid yourself