Fun with #OkCupid: Date fail (... but not an epic #fail)

<editorsnote> Nerds, meet Mike. Really really really rad dude - I actually went out on a date with him when I was in Vegas for a conference. Super duper awesome sauce. That being said, he is also, obviously, using OKC. I was curious to have a duderino come on board for a while and document OKC from their side of the monitor - so when Mike offered while we were at Comic Con I jumpppeeeddddd all up on it. For reals, mexican jumping bean style. OLE! Good stuff. Hit it Mike! </editorsnote>

#TalkNerdyToMeLover's @IncredibleMikeL

Fun with Herbs and Rye, and OkCupid!

I had a really rad dinner date Thursday night after work. I had found a profile on OkCupid, and we had matched in the 80%’s, so, I was optimistic.  Remember what happened last time, when the girl I went out with lied about her age (and who knows what else!!). Well, at least this time I went into the date knowing that she says she’s 31.  Not a huge deal, since I’m 28.  Enough about that.

We met up at this cool place in Las Vegas, called Herbs and Rye.  I was early, of course.  <<Mini-tangent….  I had a boss in college once, and she would always tell us “Early is on time, on time is late, and late is unacceptable”… annoying, but life lesson learned… >>  So I was waiting in my car for a few minutes before she showed up.  I used this time to study-up on my date; launched the OkCupid app on my iPhone, and took a glance once more at her profile, remembering some things for conversation. Then I get the “be there in 5” text. I wait two minutes, and jump out of my car (just like Van Halen!). She pulls up, jumps out, and I can’t see if it’s her.  Forgot to mention my glasses busted on Tuesday. I have prescription sunglasses for work, but at night I’m kinda screwed. Thank God she realizes that I’m me, and says “Hi!!”. She comes into focus, and I’m very pleasantly surprised.

So, we walked into the restaurant, and it’s by far one of the chillest spots in town. On a scale of cool atmospheres, it’s up there with Frankie’s Tiki Room and the Artisan Hotel bar. It was dim, but not dark, with red velvet wallpaper and some really sweet background beats playing at a perfect volume. I was impressed.  

So we sit down, crack open menus, and the coolness factor goes up a little more.  Herbs and Rye is known for its historic drink menu. In other words, they have period drinks. Get your dirty little minds outta the gutter…  They make drinks, from different time periods in history: The Gothic Age, Golden Age, Prohibition, The Dark Era, Modern age, etc. I wasn’t looking to have some medieval insanity concoction, so, I ordered a “Last Word” and she had merlot. Mine was green, hers red… and next to each other it looked like Christmas!   

My date and I start chatting, and actually things went pretty swimmingly.  She’s a pit-bull advocate, among other things. I was kinda diggin’ the fact that she sticks up for those who can’t.  Don’t get me wrong, I know those dogs “can” do some damage, but, I am a firm believer in the fact that a dog’s demeanor is a direct result of its upbringing and treatment. Personally, I like pit-bulls, well, the friendly ones.  And I like friendly people too.

I should add here, not that I’m writing a review of this restaurant, but the food here was amazeballs.  If I had 3 thumbs, they would all be up.  The service was top notch, too.  I love when a new place lives up to expectations.  

As far as getting along, and the actual date, itself, everything was great. She was attractive, the setting was right; conversation seemed to be pretty cool. As we said our goodbyes in the parking lot, we both had expressed that we had a great time.  

We went our separate ways. The next morning, I sent her a text and thanked her for a wonderful time, and whatnot. I got a text back pretty much saying “I’m busy”.  I’m writing this on Saturday, and still haven’t heard anything. Not sure what was missing that night…maybe the sparks.

And now I’m writing this on Sunday, and we’ve just texted a couple times. Eh…back to the drawing board…er…the computer…   

I’m gonna do something crazy for the next one. =)  This vanilla dating shit has to go….  

Do you live in Las Vegas and wanna have a date? Have an OkCupid account? Are you a human female?  Hit me up @ www.okcupid.com/profile/nerdylibra  and follow me @IncredibleMikeL

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Fun with #OkCupid: Date fail (... but not an epic #fail)

<editorsnote> Nerds, meet Mike. Really really really rad dude - I actually went out on a date with him when I was in Vegas for a conference. Super duper awesome sauce. That being said, he is also, obviously, using OKC. I was curious to have a duderino come on board for a while and document OKC from their side of the monitor - so when Mike offered while we were at Comic Con I jumpppeeeddddd all up on it. For reals, mexican jumping bean style. OLE! Good stuff. Hit it Mike! </editorsnote>

#TalkNerdyToMeLover's @IncredibleMikeL

Last night was my first OkCupid date in a couple months, and when I say that, please note it’s not due to a lack of trying.  Seriously.  I’ve revised the profile multiple times, emailed ladies, emailed back some ladies…  But lets be honest, it’s gonna take a little more than just an email to score a date with someone. I’ve also ignored a bunch of emails.  Yea… you heard right.  I ignored a few people who wanted to get to know me (this happens when I get a one sentence email that is supposed to somehow stimulate my cerebrum enough to prompt a response.  Yea…  ok…  )  Listen up ladies, everybody knows you hold most of the good cards in the deck….   but don’t take it for granted. 

So there I was before comic-con (EPIC!) and I send this girl an email basically saying, “yea…  we’ve been emailing for a month now saying ‘lets meet up’, and we’re still stuck at emailing…  so WTF…  let’s shit or get off the pot!”.  To my delight, she writes back and says to hit her up when I’m back in Las Vegas.  Sweet… Another round of emails.  Whatev.  I’m not gonna waste too much energy on that, I gotta save some for #SDCC.

Flash-forward to Monday.  Another email…. “I’m back in LV, lets make something happen”.  Apparently lightning struck while I was in San Diego.  She’s like, yea, how about tomorrow.   Done.  I took two days off from work anyways just to be sure I was rested enough after such an epic journey, so I did have time to kill J

Keep in mind, all we know about each other is what’s on our OkC profiles. 

So I show up to this brewpub called BJ’s (not the cocktail lounge… ). We ordered some yummy food and drinks (I had Hoegaarden …thanks @ItsMichaelVegas for getting me addicted!!! Damn it that beer is awesome).  Things started out kinda typically, what do you do, why are you single, talk about ourselves, yadda yadda yadda….  Everything goes really well.  I learned that Capt. Jean-Luc Picard is also her favorite (ever notice his cranium is kinda shaped like the alien from Alien….  Maybe I’m crazy….  ) 

At this point, I’m thinking, what’s the catch? She’s very attractive, a nerdy little geekstress, can hold a conversation…  too good to be true. We finish up dinner, which initially was just supposed to be a “drinks date”…  and we head outside. She wants to play the  “which car is yours?” game. Las Vegas translation: What are you worth $$???? Savvy as I am, I say I’ll walk her to her car.  Oops….  She drives a S-series Mercedes.  The #fail goes to my shitty little Hyundai.  Whatever...  my shitty Hyundai can drive underwater and the exhaust sounds like a dolphin fart. What now!? 

Some of you might be thinking, “fuck yea…  seal the deal!”   And I would not blame you.  My “luck” doesn’t let me just get off the hook that easy.  No,  never that easy.  She eventually confesses to me that among other less important things, she completely lied about her age.   Why?  She’s beautiful..,  why lie?  You’re 28 right???  Wtf…? No Michael…. I’m 36.  I’m both impressed she still looks about 25, and kind of turned-off because of the fact she completely deceived me and everybody else.  (I know,…  I’m crazy..)

Then my mind races… did she just fake the entire date?  What else did she lie about?  If she lied literally from the first date, how can I trust her in the future if things move forward.  I even went as far as telling her I might have still been interested if I had known from square one that she was 36.  But she lied.  On the first date.  I’m not a fan.

We say our goodbyes, and I head for the hills.  Thanks for the memory I guess.

Every time you lie on a date, a ninja kills a kitten!!!   Well….  I suppose that’s another first/last date. 

I’m @IncredibleMikeL saying “Please, don’t let another kitten die at the merciless hands of a deadly ninja”.

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