Most Recent Date... Artsy Fartsy

Ok, so this was last Saturday and it went so well that I can't remember his name today... Chris? Maybe David? Rich? Yeah, it was that good.

So met him for drinks and dinner... sit outside at nice little place downtown. I wore jeans and a nice tank top blouse. He wore jeans and artsy tshirt and a taxi-driver hat (never remember their names, but I actually like them). Scene set! He's a graphic designer and illustrator sometimes. He feels confident he can draw and paint anything. He is learning how to play the guitar and mandolin. We obviously value different life skill sets. I am beginning to realize this is bad. I don't do well with artsy folk. I value logic, science, math, and such. I am that person that loves the idea of going to an art fair, but will only really like a handful of pieces/artists. The rest I avoid eye-contact with because I feel they may see my "Sorry, your life's work is unappealing or pretentious or small child-like and holds little value to me" I know, I'm a bitch sometimes, but honest.

So I'm trying here though. Girl needs to get laid. I think I asked myself a couple times, "How much is this worth?" and "Can I make this work?" I tried saying how I still use a little chemistry when doing glass batches for my glasswork and that works makes accounting tolerable. This is art! Yay! Connection! He waved his hand at me dismissively and then apologized that he just didn't see that as real creative art. Something about the glass deciding it's own outcome. I've decided that if I do stick it out, someone will be crying at the end of the night and it won't be me. Not a good place even for my happy gutter mind. I think I'm attempting a smile at this point, but I can feel myself becoming viscious and wanting to say harsh things. Smiling takes focus at this point and is helping me appear nice-ish.

Final straw.... Asking if I can sing. He really wants to find a girl who can sing, since he's learning to play the guitar. Ok, I feel a bit of panic at the thought of singing in public. I only sing in the car and to a purely feline audience at home. But this question caught me off guard and I just lost it. I pictured us singing together while he plays the guitar and strangers throw money into the propped guitar case. I had a weird hippy garland thing in my hair and that's the mental image that sent me over the edge. I started laughing out loud, put my hand to my mouth and kept on laughing. I think I actually said "How do I find you guys?" and then said I had to go. Put $10 on the table for my meal and drink and left still laughing.

I should have known though. I mean, I suggested we go to BaconFest and he wasn't interested. No one else to blame. Should have known then that it wasn't gonna work out with someone who would turn down BaconFest.