the pelvis compatability test

just got back from my lunch date with...lets call him, Boy Band. First of all, Boy Band, since he a) does that spikey hair, well-dressed, thing that all boys that want to emulate the boy band style do, b) he looks a lot like my friend whose name is the same as one of the NKOTB members, and c) because we were talking about how i'm going to the Counting Crows concert tonight, and he asked if i like JT - which means that JT is obviously his favorite musician, and JT was formerly (and possible currently) a member of a boy band.

the whole way up there i was getting more and more annoyed because i had to drive 10 miles to an area by his office that is, aptly, outside the perimeter, which means i am automatically predisposed to be bitter, in order to eat at fuddruckers, possibly the worst fast foodish burger place ever, and pay, since apparently i agreed to that the night we met...as retribution for stealing his hat. so this kid really wasn't walking into an ideal situation, seeing as there was nothing about the situation that would make me want to be there, and i had only a few blurry vodka memories of him which were not really enough to know whether it would be a worthwhile venture or not.

conversation was casual. i was surprisingly friendly at the reunion, besides accidentally appearing way too involved in my blackberry when he walked up. i look like a dork when i just stand there waiting for someone, so that's what i do, but i also didn't want him to think that i was that girl, that can't put her blackberry down for a minute - because i'm not, i really only get like 2.5 e-mails a day these days.

according to him we have many things in common, i will list a few:

• i wasn't really allowed to drink soda as a child, he wasn't allowed to have sugar until he was 1 year old
• he wasn't allowed to chew sugar gum until he was 6, i wasn't allowed to chew gum in the house
• i ski, he likes to ski in the woods and off jumps
• we both live in atlanta
• i use the word 'organic' when i mean 'natural', he thinks thats funny
  

i'd say we're s-mates, for sure. based on that.

i joke, but really it wasn't that bad. certainly not as bad as i expected (well the burgers were as bad as i expected. no, worse.). i brought my usual cynicism to the table, and he brought what seemed like an open mind, and a few lenghty stories that were intended to be funny. in the end, i think he was relieved that i was semi-normal, or at least amusing, but i think he was probably relieved for 1:00 to roll around so he could get back to his desk and gchat about me to all his friends (oh no wait, that was me). regardless.

not much else to say except, it wasn't as bad as i expected. there was absolutely no love match. i did my normal post-game routine of trying to talk myself into liking him, which is how at least 1 pointless romance got started in my past, but i have since turned that off. oh yeah, and he's younger than me. by at least a year. which is a total deal-breaker. as is facial hair. and driving a hyndai. and being skinnier than me. but if he calls me again, we could be friends. if he doesnt call again, i'll probably drunk text him this weekend (or tonight), and many weekends after that, but never actually hang out with him.

regardless...at least i'm back in the game. just in time to realize, i don't want to be back in the game, i want to be blissfully single (expecting the blissful part to come soon).

time to not remember another concert at lakewood. stay tuned...