I’ve only recently started watching The Big Bang Theory, for no other reason than that it’s on around the time when I have my lunch. That, combined with the constant email ping pong I’ve got going on with one of my dearest friends, who’s just flung herself back into the dating game, reminded me of one of my own dating experiences, which took place well over a decade ago, when I was still living in London.
I was a full-time, (over)mature university student back then, and I had signed myself up to The Guardian Soulmates dating website, because that’s where you stand the best chance of meeting people in possession of at least one firing neuron cluster, who are least likely come out with xeno-, homo-, common-sense-phobic rants before you’ve even slurped your way through the miso soup starter.
So, I was having my first phone conversation with one promising candidate who looked good on paper – a handsome, divorced PhD physicist of Indian descent close to my age – when he asked me, “So, what are you studying?”. I answered him, to which he replied, “Oh, well, that’s a bit of a waste of time, isn’t it?”
Whoah, I thought, half outraged, half bemused, what a thing to say out loud to someone you might, possibly, want to get off with?!?
At this point, I should probably mention that I do have a bit of a soft spot for nerdy studious types, and a touch of social awkwardness I can cope with (hell, I’ve got an extensive collection of not-so-cute foibles myself!). Though, in real life, when considering someone as a potential partner, I’d probably draw the line way before Sheldon Cooper levels of Aspergerish self-absorption (he’s one of the main characters in The Big Bang Theory, in case this reference has just passed you by).
So, despite his whopping conversational clanger, I was going to give him a chance. I was also intrigued to see if this had been a one-off slip comment, or if his people skills were as well developed as a tortoise’s tree scaling abilities.
And I was not to be disappointed. On the latter account.
We met a couple of days later near Charing Cross station (next to Trafalgar Square). He was on time, which pleased my Teutonic genes no end, but… he sauntered up to me clad in a beige tracksuit, because, he explained, he’d come straight from the gym.
Erm…I mean… who’d turn up in a sludge coloured elasticated sofa-lounging outfit on a first date?! It is never OK, in London, to be seen out on the street in one of those if you’re not a) actually on the way to the gym; b) taking out the trash; c) post-pubescent; d) living in a part of town, where having every inch of cartilage that sticks out of your body festooned with metal pins or hoops is considered the pinnacle of stylishness.
I wasn’t expecting him to show up in a pinstripe and tie bearing a bunch of dewy roses, but one might take a pair of jeans and a clean shirt to the gym to change into after, or, if there’s not enough time, skip the gym and turn up in vaguely civilised work attire. It’s not so much about the clothes per se, but if you cannot be arsed to make the effort to modify your normal routine by a smidgen on a ‘special occasion’, what sort of a signal does that send…?
I was rather hungry, so I decided to stick around for dinner, which consisted of some fairly unexciting Chinese food. Dinner conversation was OK, he wasn’t wholly unlikable by any means, but there was no spark. On the way back to the station, he tried to put his arm round me, eliciting a rather squirmy response.
We parted at the station, after he foisted a rather awkward hug upon me.
Right, this wasn’t going to happen, that much was probably clear on both sides. If he contacted me again, I thought, it would be out of politeness and to gently firm up our mutual conclusion that there was no chemistry.
He emailed me a couple of days later, complaining(!?) that I had not called him on Saturday(?), as agreed. Clearly, he must have gotten me mixed up with someone else, because I had told him no such thing. (I’m pretty anal about sticking to agreements – Teutonic genes again! – when I say I’m going to meet or call at a certain time, then that’s what I do). He kept insisting, I kept on contradicting, it was all pretty irritating. Anyway, I assumed that after this message exchange, no more needed to be said.
Wrong again. I heard nothing more for a few days, but then he called me, quite late at night, pissed as a newt, telling me all sorts of disjointed rubbish, topped off by, “Oh, I think I could really love you…”
Given that my tolerance for drunken phone calls (and drunk people, in general), hovers around 269 ºC below zero (I did mention something about having certain foibles, didn’t I?), I drove home the message to him pretty succinctly to him on that occasion, in a way that any of the Big Bang Theorist would have understood.
Hmmm… now that reminds me of an ill-fated date with a conspiracy theorist…
Oh my God. What an absolute wanker. From the gym! In a beige tracksuit! Uuuurhgghhh!
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People… are weird 😉
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This is rather funny. But first of – go easy on the tortoises: http://www.ratemyfish.com/images/ul/327/fish-3272.jpeg And second: I LOOOVE The Big Bang Theory, and I tend to date geeky guys. Actually, my best ex-boyfriend (and biggest love to date…alas) was somewhere between Leonard and Sheldon on the ‘brilliant geek with no social skills’ scale. But he knew to wear a proper button-down on the first date!
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LOL, that tortoise!
Geeks are good, I totally agree, as long as they are not too extreme 😉 Leonard would def be in with a chance!
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But instead you got Drunk Raj… awww 🙂
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He was nothing like Raj, lol.
Actually I quite like Raj 🙂
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Ooh, more of these please! You must be running out of DQs! I did speed dating once and one of the guys really liked me. I asked if he was going to tick me and he said no, because he would get a free second speed dating night if he didn’t tick anyone… But asked for my number so we could meet up, off the books. Erm, no. 🙂
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It’s when I read stories like that, that I fully embrace my completely romantically abstinent lifestyle in Moscow.
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You can catch up once you move to Bavaria!
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I’m afraid I might go on a rampage!
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They can cope. Just wear some sensible footwear, or you might hurt yourself.
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I’ve still got DQs, don’t you worry 😉
Speed dating… I did that once, and this is where the conspiracy theorist popped up.
Very bad form, that non-ticker guy!
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Another guy plonked his massive…harmonica on the table 😉 One of the reasons I moved to Latvia also Anna, feck all chance of any romance here! 🙂
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A musical interlude may be preferable to small talk 😉
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You’re saying it’s as bad in Latvia as it was/is in Russia? Or on the contrary, better?
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I’d say it’s about the same from what I’ve heard!
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Too bad – I’d think there would be some quality Viking spillover affects.
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Pillaging maybe 😉
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Real insider talk, this.
Got my cup&ear firmly pressed to the wall.
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Well, I already spilled my Moscow Dating grievances to Polly and a couple of others. To sum it up, with [disclaimer] blatant generalizations: Russian men are mysogynists, Anglo-Saxon expats are modelizers. Russian women mostly endorse and indulge these qualities. I’m a black sheep Russian bc while I am/look it, on the inside I am all liberal feminist Westerner. Issues ensue. It’s especially hard to adjust to because I enjoyed really lovely personal life in NYC.
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Quite a dilemma for you…!
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Well, not so much a dilemma, as I decided to simply focus on work and horses, and hold out for either a Barbarian Bavarian or a Wild Highlander.
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Sounds like a sensible approach to me 😉
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(silence) 🙂
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darn, just as I was getting comfy…
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Bedside table is finished! I found a hero! 🙂
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Hurrraaah! They are out there.
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Will he be sticking around for any further heroic acts…?
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That was a no 😉
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OK I’ve changed the link on my last post to a youtube one so hopefully your Spanish internet can cope with that! 🙂
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Oh! *scurries off*
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Scurry back soon! 🙂
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Oh my! It’s made Firefox crash 😉 But second time lucky. Or not. I’m traumatised….
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And actually, I don’t think her voice was that bad. Better than mine by a mile…
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NEVER SING. EVER. 🙂
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I’ve been avoiding it at all cost for many, many years. The world is safe. Maybe I should learn Elvish…
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Then you could move back to London and have another crazy flatmate 😉
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The Lithuanian experience was quite enough for me…
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You should aim to get the Baltic Trilogy. Like LOTR but gloomier 😉
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We need someone with first-hand experience of Estonians…!
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I nominate you to get it 😉
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A tracksuit? Eeeew!!
LOVE The Big Bang Theory!
I want to hear about the conspiracy theorist!
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So do I – though it took me a while to get into it.
There’s not that much to tell, he cornered me at a speed dating event in London seven or so years ago, I was waiting for my friend, but she was trapped by somebody else. So he went on about his book and that he really wanted to go out with someone German (people with nationality fixations freak me out anyway, because all they do is project their stereotypes/fantasies onto you). He gave me his number, which I ate for breakfast. ’twas a bit dry.
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Wait, does Barbarian Bavarian (or Rugged Viking, or Wild Highlander) constitute a ‘nationality fixation’?
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In your case, maybe a very benign one… 😉
> Date: Mon, 9 Sep 2013 12:21:32 +0000 > To: sbaroke@hotmail.com >
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Positively creepy. He sounds very like a stalker. Be careful.
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That happened over a decade ago, in a different country, and he never contacted me again after that, so I think I’m quite safe 😉
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I must have missed that point then. (The time reference that is 😉 ) Glad you are safe!
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Yup, these days are long gone 🙂
Also, that guy wasn’t a stalker. He just didn’t pick up on any cues/hints. Quite harmless, and not a bad guy, as such. Needed someone with heaps more patience than me, lol.
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Aaaaaaah this really made me laugh! The Dating scene is the real Jungle, and an endless source of amazing stories! Do you have some more?
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It’s been so long since I’ve done this kind of thing, I’d have to look back through my diaries…!
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I have been (basically) single since the year 2000. I have a ton of these stories and am so over it I have resolved to stay single for the rest of my days.
Thanks for the laugh and the reminder.
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I’m totally with you on this, but it sure makes for some amusing anecdotes 😉
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Yes God Bless those still out there.
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Hahahahah! Love this (do not love the sound of this guy), made me chuckle, can’t believe he came for a date in a (full) tracksuit! and then e-mailed and drunk phoned you, noooooo! Haha! I have fairly recently started watching the Big Bang Theory too, it’s literally always on here, but I do rather like it! 🙂
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It took me a while to get into 😉
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What a terrific post! I love that he showed up in a beige track suit. It reminded me of a date I went on a few years ago where the guy wore a green t-shirt, which he’d likely had since he was 13. It looked all crumpled like he’d picked it up off the floor moments before coming to meet me and he was wearing it inside out. I wasn’t expecting a tuxedo, but at least he could have put it on correctly. 🙂
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Inside out, LOLOLOL!
I so love these little snippets 😉
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I am sorry, but after reading the text and realizing that nobody had pointed it out in the comments I had to do it.
-269ºC is about 4K, which is the boiling temperature of He, but it is not even close to the lowest temperature in laboratory. Just google it and you will find that in a laboratory they are much closer to abosolute zero.
Okay, I do not want to give an impression of being a Sheldon-person who is here just to make you feel ignorant so I will add something like: Yes, this guy was not a good choice and I support your decision. Well done!
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Aha! Thanks for your input, I do appreciate it 🙂
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