Monday Blues

Despite getting the best sleep of my night last night (thank you extra hour) today is just a blah day.  I had an amazing weekend with friends, full of tailgating and football, but I’m still not 100% today. 

It could have something to do with the date on Friday, or the drink throwing at a dumb UConn fan on Saturday, but I think it’s something else. Needless to say, this was going to be a pretty depressing entry.  But then I remembered that something HYSTERICAL happened on my date on Friday.

The guy I was meeting was late, so I was sitting at a table alone in the bar area  and this guy walks in that looks really familiar, but I couldn’t figure out why.  So I take out my phone and start to browse every social media app I have mobile access to.  And I found out that he sent me a message on Match (which I declined).  Now I’m sitting there alone, trying to be incognito and all of a sudden he looks at me and we make eye contact.  Now for those of you who know me…you know that in any kind of awkward situation, I laugh…I can’t help it. So I immediately start to laugh and try my absolute hardest to stifle it, I did a pretty good job until I felt the need to reach for my phone and text someone what was going on.  The texts looked like this:

Me: “I am 99% positive there is a guy at the bar from match that keeps looking at me”

Her: “Hahaha!!!!! Omg!  Maybe he thinks you are HIS date tonight! LOL”

So now I’m back to laughing sitting at a table by myself and this guy is staring me down like I’m his veal parm dinner.  I did the only thing I could think to do and that was get up and switch my seat.  There was no way when my actual date got there, that I would be able to have a conversation with him with the other guy staring me down.  So there I was, sitting with my back to the guy and my back to the door when my actual date came in.  I made it through the entire date without telling him, even though I was DYING to because, no irony is lost on me.  I actually forgot all about this incident until I went on to Match this morning and the guy from the restaurant (not my date) WINKED at me…it’s him…I’m 100% sure it’s him…and I’m still not interested.  I’m not sure why God uses me as his personal entertainment, but you guys are sure benefiting from these ridiculous stories.

In other news, I got a message from a guy who had this listed in profile:

Okay, I can appreciate that you're a med student and that makes you busy...but does it make you too busy to give a LITTLE bit more about yourself in your 'About Me' section?  I wouldn't have responded anyway, because he listed himself as 5'9, which A. means he's too short to start with and B. means he's actually 5'7...but come on dude, you could put in a little more effort...the 'med school' card doesn't work on everyone...