OMFGGGG - Dating World
I’m actually signed up for my first speed dating rendezvous! (In Denver) I’m super excited, but have some reservations. What kind of guys are going to be there? Better yet… What kind of girls are going to be there? What kind of group am I going to be forever lumped into? The Speed-Dater. HAHA!! I have absolutely no expecatations though, the WORST case scenario is I have a really funny story for tumblr. :) My 82yr old gram says to me last night, “Well, like my mom said, HE may not be the one, but he may have a friend.” Well put Gram! It’s going to be SO easy to lie, I really have to watch myself. 5 minute dates are almost too easy to be someone else because you never have to get caught in the story. And being an actress, I know if it’s boring I’ll spice it up. I frequently get bored at bars and social drinking events, so I pretend to be English. My friends love it, I can get sucked in very easily. Be careful, Lacey. Be careful.
So. I’m being set up with this guy (who is 34 and apparently looks like Ben Affleck) on one of my first real dates in a long, long time. I asked the friend who’s setting me up to NOT TELL HIM ANYTHING ABOUT ME. Including, but not limited to, my last name and my profession of choice.
Just think! An old-fashioned first date where two people make first impressions based on … their actual first impressions! Crazy!!
Anyway, he called last evening, left a message, and I wrote down his number on my To Do list to return sometime today. I also had to ring a reporter, whose number I wrote down as well.
Since calling men I don’t know makes me nervous, I was going to phone him while I was walking Lilly in about 20 minutes (doing something while I’m talking calms me down a little bit).
Anyway, guess who just dialed the wrong number and totally panicked when it was THE GUY instead?
Thank god his VM answered - but even still, I ended up listing like, exactly what I was doing for the next seven hours, highlighting opportunities for him to call back. Not terribly smooth.
UGHHH!
Btw, how long do you think I can go without telling him my last name or what I do? I never want him to read this blog. Or even know it exists. But I also refuse to lie.
Hmmmm.
