Mexanese Mumbo Jumbo

As previously posted, I've recently joined the land of the online dater.

I met a few nice guys, along with some creepy guys and of course, my fair share of weird guys. Here's some of the highlights:

The Love of my Life:
I had one guy email me 3 times actually, each with a different story. His last email was comprised of a list character traits that I think were meant to show me how committed/emotionally stable/affectionate/lovable/etc he is. Except he sort of missed the mark when he said that the love of his life is his mother and that he still lived with her. Sentiment is great, just failed on the communication of it and came across as a mamma's boy with issues.

The Kinda Maybe Sorta:
I went out with this one guy who seemed nice, but the guy wouldn't stop sweating or fidgeting. Granted it was warm in the restaurant, and while I'd like to think I made him nervous (what girl doesn't like to think that?), I really think the guy just needs to grow a set.

I came to this conclusion shortly after I discovered his affinity to "..." in text message, when he asked if I ever wanted to meet up again.... When I suggested perhaps a movie (hoping this would help reduce his fidgeting) his prompt reply was "only if you want to... I don't want you to waste your time/energy...."

I get that we all have insecurities, but I'm sorry - if I've said yes to your lame ass implication of a second date, just go with it instead of playing the "only if you want to" game. Needless to say, the movie never happened.

The Booty Call:
I got various emails of this nature. Some were subtle and simply implied the idea. Some were fairly overt. But I think the one that stands out the most was one guy who asked me which body part I liked most about myself, a new variation of the "what are you wearing" approach. Sure, he could've been sincere and expected a "I really like my hair" type of response, but somehow, I just don't think that was the case.

As you may know, I've sold my car and become a full time transit commuter. I've had many adventures on transit, and this week was no exception.

An elder gentleman, let's call him Lawrence, boarded the bus and proceeded to negotiate a free ride from the bus driver by claiming he was trying to get to his church on the other side of the bridge. Nothing overly exciting as negotiating for a free bus ride appears to be a common occurrence in Vancouver. He sat next to me, wearing a lovely cologne mixture of stale beer, mud and B-O while sporting a silly grin on his face.

He then proceeded to annoy the bus driver by trying to talk to her. Like a responsible public transit employee, she politely asked him to shut it while she was driving. At the next stop, a slow moving, elderly woman boarded the bus and Lawrence immediately got up and offered her his seat. He even assisted her as she sat down. A short while later, at the elderly woman's stop, he helped her get up from her seat and practically walked her off the bus.

I have to admit, I was pretty shocked. Not only was that not expected from one of Vancouver's drunkards, it was extremely chivalrous of him. Goes to prove that while there are a lot of stereotypical homeless folks in Vancouver, not everyone has forgotten their manners or social graces.

The other day, Dana and I headed out at our lunch break to take some pictures around our office.

Despite the lack inspiring shots (seriously, could it have been any greener?), I did manage to get a few decent shots.