Recycling (Men)

The comments and advice I received on my last post about the guy from the PATH were awesome; thank you. What I love even more than the actual advice, is the fact that you all assume that this guy wants to go on a second date with ME. Hahahaha. No really, that’s the part I love the best. Fact of the matter is, if I had actually liked him enough during the date, I probably would have given him another shot regardless of the check situation. He was just kinda blah though… not to mention he definitely hasn’t been blowing up my phone asking for dates either… so we’ll chalk that one up to a so-so night out with an Irishman on a Monday night, and a shoulder to nap on.

In other news, when you live in a small town such as Hoboken, and have dated basically every single male in the town, as well as the tri-state area, things start to circle back at some point. Coincidentally, about 85% of the guys I have gone out with in the past couple of years live on Willow St. between 8th and 10th. I don’t know why this happened. It’s creepy actually. It’s the street I drive down almost every day on my way home from work, and man-date spottings have become more and more common. Not to mention, I’ve basically had to write off the bar 10th and Willow, unless I want to be surrounded by all of them.

There was one guy, we’ll call him the Architect (because he is one… really creative), who I dated for a hot minute last summer. I originally thought there was some promise, basically because I found out he used to work on a Lobster boat, and thanks to Ingrid Michaelson, I’ve always wanted to be a lobsterman’s wife.

Turns out he was boring. But I didn’t stop dating him because I thought he was boring. He stopped dating ME because HE thought he was boring. WTF.

Of course, in the circle of dating life in Hoboken, no one ever really goes away. My friend Meg has started spotting him on the bus during her morning commute, so I’ve been getting texts from both ends letting me know they saw each other. Line of communication: open.

We stopped seeing each other last year, because obviously, we just didn’t like each other enough to continue to date.  So what is it that’s piquing my interest again?  I’m not sure. It’s definitely something physical though.  There’s definitely some sort of magnetic physical attraction between us. No, I think literally. Magnets. The past week I have not been able to get away from the guy. I ran into him (both of us all sweaty) at the grocery store that I NEVER go to on Tuesday. He and Meg saw each other three times on the bus, and last night we happened to be at happy hours in the city right next to each other. I mean what are the chances we’d both be on 2nd Ave between 51st and 53? Not that great, I’ll tell ya that much. Sooooo….. we met up. He started out commenting on things like my eyelashes (thank you, Kayi), and then we spent the rest of the evening catching up, doing magic tricks and playing darts.

What’s great about recycling guys is that you inevitably get feedback on yourself. I didn’t ask for it, but I got it. According to Architect, when we briefly dated, I was “all over the place.” He couldn’t keep up, and couldn’t tell if I was “happy, sad or mad.” What???

“I was never sad or mad. I was just happy.”

“I just didn’t get you.”

Hmmmmm….. strange feedback. I guess his telling me that he was too boring for me, was a nice way of saying that I was too nuts for him. It’s probably true.

Among others, his friend, Joe was also there. Joe is his recently divorced, permanent sidekick. Joe is ALWAYS there. I, personally, think Joe is the most adorable guy to roam the Earth. None of my friends agree. I don’t think I ever told Architect this, but last night he asked,

“If Joe didn’t have a girlfriend, would you want to make out with him?”

“If I didn’t know you?”

“Well, regardless?”

“Ummmmmmmm…..”

“I know you love Joe…. it’s obvious.”

“I actually did love Joe… until he came over that one time and whined about playing Loaded Questions, and then left the bar early because he needed to go home and ‘make pasta.’ Who leaves a bar early to make pasta??”

“Yeah, Joe’s a baby.”

Well that settled that.

xoxo

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5 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. meowlissa
    May 03, 2013 @ 13:37:37

    have i ever met him? i don’t remember. send me a pic!

    Reply

  2. Court K
    May 03, 2013 @ 14:47:56

    I love this: And I love the montage for the lobsterman’s wife video. Thank you for entertaining my work day!

    Reply

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  4. carissa
    Jun 10, 2013 @ 00:52:30

    haha. Joe.

    Reply

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