Seven Dates in Seven Days: Meet Steve
Get to Know the Lucky Guy fist, at least
- an interview by Steph Bloch
What is the coolest thing you can tell to try and impress us all right now?
I travelled to 6 nations in 13 months through Asia, Latin America, and the Middle East.
What is your greatest accomplishment?
It’s sappy. At an end of middle-school party bedside a pool, I set up my friends Emily and Mike. I told them then (June, 1998) that if they were to get married, they had to make me the best man. Lo and behold, in August of 2006, I was. They just sent a me a picture of their baby-to-be the other day, in its second trimester. Also, in my first year trying the sport, I won “Most Exciting Prospect” for the New York Knights in the AMNRL Rugby League.
What is your secret superpower?
My ability to speak Korean.
What is your Kryptonite?
My inability to understand Korean.
Why the fuck do you put up with Steph Bloch as a friend?
Steph Bloch is super-social and impossible not to befriend. She is the only person who can provide a case study on any topic at any moment. Also, from what I understand, she is arranging dates with some beautiful, intelligent girls.
How will you know when you meet your soulmate?
When she has me excited to hang out with her all the time. She’d help strike a balance between ambition and relaxation. Also, when she learns how to cook a mean brisket, my eyes will cease to wander.
If you had a million dollars you were only allowed to spend on one vacation, what would you do?
I would buy a car and fly it all around the world. I’d drive it from airports to cities, up mountains, and around racetracks. At the end of it all, I’d bring it to the destruction derby.
What makes you who you are - why are you special? Barney says you are, tell us why?
I am special because I am the most modest person you will ever meet. Ever.
What is your ideal Sunday afternoon?
Actually, when I was studying abroad I became addicted to hot mineral baths. It is the most relaxing thing I have ever done, and I miss it.
If you could do anything for love, but you won’t do that - what would “that” be?
S&M
What is the worst thing that could happen to you while making a peanut butter and jelly sandwich?
I could accidentally use chunky, or slice off my fingers.
How do you know you’re actually a fun person?
Steph Bloch told me, and I have complete faith in her.
What is your favorite book/movie/band/song of the moment?
Book: Finishing up Atlas Shrugged, loves me some 1984
Movie: Let’s see how Dark Knight ages, but I love it. Also, 12 Angry Men.
Band: Eyedea & Abilities & White Stripes Song: Madvillain, by MF Doom ->http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ewc1hixzYPY
Movie: Let’s see how Dark Knight ages, but I love it. Also, 12 Angry Men.
Band: Eyedea & Abilities & White Stripes Song: Madvillain, by MF Doom ->http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ewc1hixzYPY
What song do you think is your ideal love song?
Its by Necro -> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R341uNXlLHI
Just kidding. I don’t have a favorite love song.
Date 1: Sarah Palindrome
The other girls better be packing some heat.
Sarah Palindrome (alias) is intelligent, modest, had earnest moments of self-deprecation (which I really enjoy), and extremely cute. I dressed like a bum, and was about fifteen minutes late. She was out in front of the bar, Sutton Place (suttonplacenyc.com), when I got there.
We immediately started discussing the South where she is from, her study of history at Yale, how she knows Steph, and her mastery of French and Spanish…and what would possess her to go out on a date like this. Whenever I felt myself allowing the conversation to hit a lull - typically when my own awkwardness is prone to set in - she jumped in and kept the conversation alive. What a sweet girl definitely worth seeing again.
Date 2: Meatball Binlo
I feel absurd calling anyone Meatball (alias), especially someone who engaged me in a conversation like I have not been since probably 2005; and only then by best friends, and only then not in this way. She in no way reminded of a meatball. Meatballs are good with cheese on subs.
This Meatball was good with Borscht. Actually, that is literal, and I may have broken Steph’s imposed rules as according to 7 Dates. We had one beer at Blue & Gold (nymag.com/listings/bar/blue_and_gold_tavern) before the bartender, against her own interest, persuaded us to leave immediately and go around the corner to a Ukrainian restaurant at 144 2nd Avenue after I mentioned I was hungry.
Before moving onto what happened over Borscht, I am compelled mentioned that Meatball’s choice of bar was perfect. Blue & Gold is any dive bar aficionado’s (i.e. me) dream. The fact that she chose a place decorated like the inside of a 1970’s bowling alley bar somewhere in Oklahoma when, in effect, she could have chosen any, makes her, for lack of a better term, Fucking Awesome. Anyway, we left. For Borscht. The best in town. In NYC. Not Kiev.
Our discussion ranged wide topics: fabric, family history (her Grandmother wined and dined Hitler while she had Jews hiding in her restaurant, books-we’ve both read (Siddhartha, Alchemist, Fountainhead), the affect that travel has had on us, and what we look for in ideal friends, bf’s/gf’s, as well as ourselves. As an aside, she biked for two months straight across the US and into Canada.
We also talked about failed relationships, which is typically to be avoided, but Meatball lead us in with tact, and it helped lead to some introspection - at least on my end. She had input that I valued, but it is what she helped draw out that was exceptional. I listened, but at times it was hard…3 eighteen wheelers carrying large trailer homes were rolling Downtown through Manhattan on Second Ave. in the background. Also, a man fell over and almost died, and feathers were falling from the sky.
Still, when it was all said and done, I felt for some reason that I wanted to write. I felt strong. I wanted to do the things I’ve always thought about, but have never taken steps towards. That doesn’t happen every day.
I don’t know what I came into all of this expecting. All I know is that when people are typically cast for reality shows, as this little scheme of mine and Steph’s is often compared to, the people at the center are super-dramatic. Also, they’re often gay, but that’s irrelevant.
People in my type of role in all of this should find fault in Meatball and Palindrome, dissect them on center-stage and display their innards in the worst light possible for you, the reader, to devour. You are supposed to be entertained by a massacre of sorts. You are supposed to hate either me, some of these girls, or both.
I’m learning how much I truly appreciate meeting new girls with their guard dropped for once. I think that this little experiment is showcasing either what awesome people Steph is networked to, or what kind of people this city has to offer…I think both. And from my experience so far, I think that you will not find shallow joy in this whole thing, as I may have wished to find were in your shoes. I think you will find, as an unintentional consequence of my experiment, that people want to disclose, they want to meet you, and date you, and be not viewed as a distant, disheartened, and cold-hearted New Yorker - but as someone inviting you to approach like you have the right to confidently without fear of rejection.
I had a good conversation today. From my two dates so far I’m beginning to discover that the city has open, caring, and genuine people - not at all the stereotype. It’s really not just tall buildings, Grade A+ Borscht, and trailer homes, you ignorant fuck.
*Rewritten! (I was drunk) Date 3: Brett Andbutter
Andbutter, though attractive and sweet, is not a winner. Is that anti-climactic?
What I value in the people in the Northeast is their bluntness. Honesty is a hard pill to swallow, but it’s better than deception. For example, when you think you are being “nice,” you mean you are doing what is easier for you. In other words: nice is mean, mean is nice.
Although it is hard to be forthright at times, it spares the recipient of your thoughts the anguish of being fooled, and at minimum it lets me sleep at night. As a bonus, it may keep me out of the bottom rung of hell.
And don’t worry. Andbutter and I hugged this out. We had a conversation, and came to this conclusion ourselves while at El Rio Grande at the bar (it was meh).
Tomorrow is a whole new day, and I still have Ms. Palindrome and Ms. Meatball to think about…these are good problems to have.
Late Date 4: Candice B. FoReal
Do you think I had sex with FoReal because this post is late? On a separate note, my date with Amanda Hugandkiss has been postponed, but I found a 4th year med student to fill in. I’ll bet she makes a good brisket.
This is officially 8 dates in a row.
PS - Shame on you. I’m not a whore, and did not have sex. More details to follow, and I apologize for the delay.
Late Date 4: Part Deux - I Blog to Flog
Over the course of our date, Candice and I cordially agreed to become worst enemies. FoReal. It occurred toward the latter part of our date, when we came to a lively discussion over a beer, another beer, two gins, a shot of vodka, and two shots of Absinthe. Not only that, but she agreed to create a rival blog.
I’m flattered, but am not worth your or anyone else’s hate, and when Candice woke up next to me, she must have realized that. So, unfortunately she will not go through with it though I really wish that she would, and here’s why:
Who would Churchill have been without Hitler?
Would The Office be as good if Jim had no Dwight?
How many cartoon characters did you grow up watching that had mortal enemies? Road Runner had his Coyote, Bugs had Elmer, TMNT has Shredder, Tom has Jerry, Itchy has Scratchy, and so on and so on and so on…
It occurred to me the other day that this is awesome - the whole Seven Dates in Seven Days shebang. My concept on having a detractor and how it could help us grow as we continue with future dates, though wrong in every way, got me thinking how much I would like for this blog to keep it up. I really, truly wish to have everything continue on after my days are up. Given, at this point I think that we have ten readers, but on our second round of dates we will have ten more, and after that another ten, and up exponentially from there to include more and more people. This blog has the potential to bring scandal to bored administrative assistants staring blankly into computer screens like women stare into romance novels on the beach. It will be read by 20 somethings who are jaded by the bullshit that the Real World puts out (wait, do they still make a TV show? Couldn’t tell you any character’s names since the 1997 cast). It will be read by people looking for insight on dating, one of the hardest things to do in this people packed city for some reason.
The irony is, I am not a blogger. I dabbled once a little bit and found it to be pretty cool, but never did much. The reason why I did this whole thing was obviously not to blog - it was to flog. I chose to do this is because I wanted to be introduced to girls through a person I know, trust, and respect. But now I find myself loving the whole shebang.
Listen, and listen close. You’re the first. You were here before it was cool. You are in on it. I truly and genuinely hope that you enjoy this, because I appreciate your help in setting this up - I hope that comes through on the dates. Now if you would please help find one literate male, and seven worthy girls for 7777777two.
PPS - I did not wake up next to Candice.
Late Date 4: Again
By the way, Candice is sex-e. That’s a compliment, not an allusion.
Late Date 5: Ms. DarkHorse
Went to a basketball game and birthday party with my date last night. No time to write now, but more to come.
Late Date 5: Ms. DarkHorse
I met Ms. DarkHorse when she put her penis on my face. It was the best day of my life. Here’s how it all went down:
I was with my rugby team (www.NewYorkKnightsRugby.com) playing a league tournament down in AC versus teams from Philadelphia, Jacksonville-FL, and up and down the Eastern Seaboard. To tell you a secret about rugby, nobody plays it for the sake of playing. You’d have to be a goddamn idiot. We play it for free beer, and we play it to drink that free beer as fast and as recklessly as possible with as dumb a group of guys as possible. As my one British teammate was fond of saying, our drinking team has a rugby problem.
So what happens when you put a team of 20 young, fun, rambunctious, pretty good looking guys overall in a club inside the Tropicana? They find the baccalaureate party - the one wearing penis tiaras.
I saw the penis tiara and (no homo) had to have it. I snatched it off the top of a girl who, only afterwards, introduced herself as Barbara, took lots of pictures, and engaged me in a fun and silly conversation. It turns out that we were both Jewish (sorry if I implied that in the previous post when I mentioned that she was a med-student - didn’t mean to be redundant). After we found our common ground, she admitted her name was not Barbara, but something else that does not put the B. in B. Arthur. We promised to follow up and maybe go on a date some day. We joked around a bit, but never did.
Well, she hit me up yesterday and said she had tickets to the Knicks-Nets game, and she’d like me to join. Again, I’m not an idiot so I said yes, but made her agree to only do so if she joined me to a friend’s birthday party afterwards, which I was obligated to attend.
We watched the game near court-side. To mock myself and the stupid good fortune I happened to stumble upon, I ordered two glasses of Chardonnay from our head band wearing, hair whipping, big lisping Filipino waiter. Mocking me right back, the wine was served to us in what was essentially sippy cups.
After the game, we linked up with my friend’s birthday party at some bar that my drunkenness forced me to forget the name of, and left.
New York Knights Rugby meets Penis tiara wearing bachelorette party. Story below.
Pre-Date 6: Nora Gretts
Nora (alias) seems super-sweet, and I’m excited to meet her. I’m running late - again. I asked Steph if she could have her text me so that we could bump back the time, she promptly did.
Her text was super cute. When she said that I was running late, she said “Feel free to call if that’s easier - or is that against the rules?”
Lawl. More on the way.
Late Post - Date 6: Nora Gretts Frisky
Actually, that title is just to grab your attention. We did not get frisky. The most risque part of Nora’s and my date was a simple peck in an F line subway car just before the door parted us, along with a warm thank you from both sides.
So why then, do you ask, was this blog posted late? I won’t tell, but it does not involve Nora (she’s not that type), and I’m not that type of guy.
About the date: It was at The Library (www.sheckys.com/newyorkcity/search/the_library_1_1513.asp) in the Lower East Side. I’ve been there my fair share of times, and this was the tamest it’s ever been (which is actually good - it allowed us a chance to speak).
Normally, weird people do weird things at The Library. When I was there in May, for example, an attractive bartender took her shirt down to her waist and, pointing to her right breast, offered some type of explanation on it to a tall, bearded hipster - kind of how a fourth grade teacher points out nations on a map. He watched with interest, chin on hand. In the same line of sight was a B-rate zombie porno being projected onto a large white screen. In other words, this is the best place ever to test someone on a first date.
For better or worse, though the bartender wore all her clothing last night, and the projector projected nothing at all. It allowed Nora and I to really speak with one another, which we did for probably three and a half hours.
It turns out that Nora went to Harvard, and this requires a Time out: Let’s recap where my dates have gone to school:
Sarah Palindrome: Yale
Meatball Binlo: Cornell
Ms. DarKnight: UPenn
Nora Gretts: Harvard
*New addition - Betty B. Ready: Yale
To be honest, I really, really did not think that any girl would ever agree to do this. I had a hard enough time persuading myself to, and only after three dates did I tell friends. But not only did we get girls to come out, we got Ivies. This is very clearly a different type of program than Singled Out starring Jenny McCarthy.
This particular Ivy and I, Nora, pretty much spoke about ourselves for a while, just providing each-other with some background. Every single time I go out, I learn how much people just want to warm up to someone else in this city. There’s a huge irony on this island: we have more people than anywhere, but its people are lonely and skeptical of strangers.
From my experience so far in this whole absurd affair, I’ve realized that if I would have just approached girls past without fear of rejection, and their fear was that I was just another dude trying to hump them was somehow better tempered, I could have gotten to know more people. The bitter truth of this whole dating experience is that, this entire time (i.e., my life), I could have just been walking up to girls and saying, “If you’d allow me to buy you a drink, I’d like to get to know you.”
And by the way, thanks to the reader who I randomly bumped into this afternoon. This all started with your comment…holy shit we have fans.
Date 7: Betty B. Ready. For round II that is.
Just got back from a date with Betty B. Ready - another girl from Yale. You know, Facebook got started by networking Harvard students and then all Ivy Leaguers before rolling out to the masses, so why not start 7777777 with just Ivies, too? Oh wait, I went to Rutgers. That’s why. We are the public Ivy, though.
I’ll post what happened with Betty tomorrow (Monday). For now, catch up on your reading. All I’ll say is we went to the Gingerman in Midtown (www.gingerman-ny.com), and I’ll go into more depth than what the title hints at blatantly later on. Oh, and also, Betty brings some diversity into the mix.
Date 7: Betty B. Ready
Betty
I have no major revelations or major insight to offer. All I can say is that this whole thing is competitive, and I hope that the girls embrace this as much as I do. Betty B. Ready came out seeming, well, crazy. Crazy good.
Betty knew obscure beers like my alcoholic roommate does. She got really, really excited for all the beers there were at Gingerman - I think there’s about 3,000 taps. Then she told me that she really likes Jewish boys, and asked if that was weird. I don’t think it is, and I hope that more girls start picking up that habit. I’m also glad that the rumor about having massive penises doesn’t dissuade her.
By the way, Betty is more like Betty Lee than Betty B. Ready. She’s Asian. I’ve dated a Philippina before, and once I also dated my Dad’s Korean intern (mad props Pops), so I’m afraid that if I dated Betty, my friends would think I was a fetished freak. Wait, they already do - assholes. What about that Irish girl I dated for 2.5 years, and the fact that I adore Meatball, DarkKnight, and all. And they’re white as hell.
A Quick Note on…
Academics
Also, I want to add that while I think that it is fantastic that these girls are all impressive academically, it in no way impacts my decision.
Palindrome (first date)
She dumped me! No word on why yet, but that makes my decision for round II easier…
Pictures
A lot of you have been asking for pictures from these dates. They’ll be up in round II. It won’t just be pictures of me with a penis on my head moving forward.
Cockiness
One person suggests I’m becoming cocky and introspective. I’d like to call it confident and introspective. I did go on a business meeting today and met with three hot chicks, all in their mid 20’s. I feel like I would have been a little more intimidated if I met with them a couple of weeks ago. In contrast, this meeting was the best I’ve ever had.
Fans
My sister reads this now…and so does my Dad…
Round II
There will be an update tomorrow on what Round II will consist of. It will begin end of this week. Feel free to email Steph with your input and hate-mail - my newly inflated ego can take it. We’ll gradually make this thing more interactive.
In black is a message from Nora to me containing our inside jokes. In blue I let you inside them.
A Follow-Up, Some E-Mail From Our Readers (posted by Steph)
A Follow-Up, Some E-Mail From Our Readers (posted by Steph) BJ: My 3 roommates and I were having a discuss about this last night. Steve is becoming increasingly self-assured.
CB: I check it every day, it’s like a soap opera in real life.
SI: I feel like reading it gave me confidence when I went out this weekend. I asked a girl if I could buy her a drink.
SY: This is really entertaining; he’s a pretty good writer.
ZF: His writing is, at times, a bit confusing.
DB: WHY IS THIS POST LATE???
AD: - don;t understand, I only look when -m drunk and - doint undrestand!!! Ga: explain!!!!!
LZ: Your friend’s last post was a bit offensive to me. He’s afraid of being labeled as having an Asian fetish just b/c he’s dated 3 of them? Loving “all” is a white trait? Puh-lease. Stop being such a hater.
MT: I’m not reading this, it’s too long.
CH: omg omg why is the post late, what happened last night?
RSH: When can I read it? When can I read it?
CB: I check it every day, it’s like a soap opera in real life.
SI: I feel like reading it gave me confidence when I went out this weekend. I asked a girl if I could buy her a drink.
SY: This is really entertaining; he’s a pretty good writer.
ZF: His writing is, at times, a bit confusing.
DB: WHY IS THIS POST LATE???
AD: - don;t understand, I only look when -m drunk and - doint undrestand!!! Ga: explain!!!!!
LZ: Your friend’s last post was a bit offensive to me. He’s afraid of being labeled as having an Asian fetish just b/c he’s dated 3 of them? Loving “all” is a white trait? Puh-lease. Stop being such a hater.
MT: I’m not reading this, it’s too long.
CH: omg omg why is the post late, what happened last night?
RSH: When can I read it? When can I read it?
3 New Posts (Oct. 27th), including I think 2 of the best yet.
Wait till the girls’ responses are in…Due up on the 29th.
Focus: Girls
I think that I’ve gotten away from my core focus, as pointed out by many of you. Meatball’s message reminded me, as did my roommate and great friend, that it’s these girls first, blog second.
What I’m trying to say is, sorry for being a dick.
I’ll personal message the ladies a little later, and am excited to do so. And with the above said, I’ll also let you know more about them than my silly self in a post soon.
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Send all hate mail to 7Dates7Days@Gmail.com. Love mail, too.The Second Round
I know this blog is long, but it contains stuff I should have written long ago.
In the second round of dates, the girls will be making the plans. Since I am completely running out of money (err, make that I already did, and now my credit card is almost maxed out) there is only one rule to follow: The date must be less than $15.00.
Here’s who I won’t be going on another date with:
My ass got dumped
I actually liked Sarah, but she dumped my ass. I was on the fence as whether or not to go back out with her. She was intelligent and sarcastic, and as mentioned in my initial post, modest. I would imagine that she is the type who could talk to anyone about any topic. Also, she is easy on the eyes; blond, tallish, and slim. The fact that she is a Southern Bell from Atlanta never, ever hurts, either.
Not sure if she knew she was on a date
Apparently Brett doesn’t read the blog…so I can be totally honest. She has a great personality. And large boobs. Neither one could overcome just a lack of chemistry. I found her hard to speak with, and at times I am not sure if she knew what she was talking about. She came off a bit pretentious at times. Also, I am in sales. We like to talk, for better or worse, and I appreciate a good listener for that reason. She did not listen to me, and when a guy sitting next to us reached in for conversation, he too turned away when he realized that he was being spoken to about not much (or at least I got the impression).
Her redeemable qualities, beyond boobs: Brett is an impassioned speaker. I feel like she could talk about pickles or mufflers and gain a crowd. I would put money on the fact that she is a great public speaker - maybe that is a contributor to the fact that she seemed pretty well off.
Wouldn’t leave her at home when the landscapers are coming
A little too sexy for my liking. There was this moment that I looked at her and said to myself, OMG, she wants to have sex. A certain family member of mine said that I should have sex was much as possible in this current situation. Not that I have the willpower of a…well I was gonna say priest, but they do little boys…I don’t have the willpower of a saint. But it’s just not my style, doubly so with a friend of Steph’s.
The above siad, I definitely want to go out with her again, even though she’d probably kick me in the balls for my last post. She was so much fucking fun. Her and I partied with other people at the bar, talked for a while; she had an awesome sense of humor - I laughed a ton. Also, she was very stylish. Even so, I’m just not sure she’s the type of girl I would leave at home when the landscapers are coming.
I’m sad to do this
I was actually cheering for Nora, but in the end I decided it would be best to cut it off here. Nora is very, very pretty - the cute type of pretty that girls hate being labeled as, but that guys adore. She has a “blond girl next door” look about her.
Her personality is soft spoken and she likes to default on answering questions until you insert an opinion first. In my personal taste, I enjoy a more aggressive type (her type is neither good nor bad, just not my ideal). Also, if you read what she wrote to me on Facebook (below), it was extremely, extremely thoughtful. She remembered everything, despite our conspicuous consumption, that we did and talked about and brought it up in only a way that a thoughtful girl could.
It sucks, but in the end I like the other girls too much. Especially one of them.
And also, there has been no sex. I’m prude - yes, even though this is NYC.
These girls are not struck through
I consider myself lucky that I get to meet up with Meatball, DarkHorse, and Betty shortly, and sad that I have to essentially at least loosen ties with the rest. I wrote MD&B personal messages, and will keep you posted with what happens from here.
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Sorry guys - the email address we posted yesterday wasn't working initially, but 7Dates7Days@Gmail.com is now active. Send us your thoughts so we can think things over and possibly post.A Few Responses to Steve (Posted by Steph)
So I started to realize this blog was getting rather one sided and I asked around what some of these lovely ladies thought of our man over here. I also kind of want to clarify - I tried to set Steve up because he’s one of the nicest guys I’ve ever met and I wanted to share. I take no accountabiliy for any percieved ego inflation this may or may not have caused.
Anyway, without further ado, in chronological order, the ladies (for whom I created the names -that’s right - ME) that were willing to give their take:
Meatball Binlo:
I really hope my friends don’t start calling me either Meatball or Borscht. I guess I chose Meatball as my name because that’s how serious I was taking this “Date Steve” blog, and I left my last name on their because I want to make my parents proud.
So, I went on a date with Steve, and I had a great time. I got to choose a place I felt comfortable meeting up, and he was really easy to talk to.
He is kind of soft spoken, which is maybe something you wouldn’t expect from the way he writes some of these blog posts, and when he looks at you, he really, really looks at you- kind of makes you blush the way you feel his eyes on you because you know he isn’t paying attention to anything or any one else…unless of course it is a trailor- a trailor that you would expect to wind up as some one’s house on route 79- making its way downtown with “WIDE LOAD” flashers, or a drunkard that literally almost killed himself when falling face first into side walk tables and chairs but managed to escape completely unscathed- during this last part, (drunkard almost killing himself) I started laughing uncontrollably, which i feel really bad about, but when I feel nervous I start laughing. Please don’t hate me because of this! Laughing when someone falls and clearly needs help is so, so, so, mean, and i still feel awful about not going outside to help this man get back on his feet. I was little scared of him and didn’t really know what else he was drunk enough to do, and an upstanding citizen did help that man up, but i still feel like i should have done something…
What else happened on our date…umm, Steve made me look at his shirt. Because I work in wovens, I guess he expected me try and impress him with all my knowledge, but really, there are so many different types of collars, plackets, interlinings, gusset shapes, tex weights, stitch types, finishes and base cloths that i couldn’t rattle them all off- he totally just used this as an excuse to get me to touch him. I felt violated. not really, but, I just learned that rugby does a body good. Who feels violated now?
So, umm, Steve, I think you are Fucking Awesome too, and if you want to ever converse like its 2005 again, i guess you know where to find me.
So, I went on a date with Steve, and I had a great time. I got to choose a place I felt comfortable meeting up, and he was really easy to talk to.
He is kind of soft spoken, which is maybe something you wouldn’t expect from the way he writes some of these blog posts, and when he looks at you, he really, really looks at you- kind of makes you blush the way you feel his eyes on you because you know he isn’t paying attention to anything or any one else…unless of course it is a trailor- a trailor that you would expect to wind up as some one’s house on route 79- making its way downtown with “WIDE LOAD” flashers, or a drunkard that literally almost killed himself when falling face first into side walk tables and chairs but managed to escape completely unscathed- during this last part, (drunkard almost killing himself) I started laughing uncontrollably, which i feel really bad about, but when I feel nervous I start laughing. Please don’t hate me because of this! Laughing when someone falls and clearly needs help is so, so, so, mean, and i still feel awful about not going outside to help this man get back on his feet. I was little scared of him and didn’t really know what else he was drunk enough to do, and an upstanding citizen did help that man up, but i still feel like i should have done something…
What else happened on our date…umm, Steve made me look at his shirt. Because I work in wovens, I guess he expected me try and impress him with all my knowledge, but really, there are so many different types of collars, plackets, interlinings, gusset shapes, tex weights, stitch types, finishes and base cloths that i couldn’t rattle them all off- he totally just used this as an excuse to get me to touch him. I felt violated. not really, but, I just learned that rugby does a body good. Who feels violated now?
So, umm, Steve, I think you are Fucking Awesome too, and if you want to ever converse like its 2005 again, i guess you know where to find me.
Brett Andbutter:
My perception of my date with Steve was that he was a really great guy, but we just didn’t click. I really appreciate his warmth and light-hearted spirit, but I just think we don’t get each other. I’m not saying I’m a super-nerd or anything, but sometimes I really enjoy a good conversation about string theory. I don’t see why subatomic particles would frustrate anyone. If you can’t keep up with me; you can’t, and that’s ok. Hopefully, we’ll still be friends because I also appreciate how much grain alcohol he can tolerate. He has a good heart.
Candice B. FoReal:
Blind dates are awkward enough. But when you know the date is going to be critiqued and posted online for all to read it adds some more pressure to an already potentially disastrous situation. Being the black sheep of the 7 dates (I did not go to an Ivy League school- I went to art school. I think the only other type of school further away from an Ivy League college would be air conditioning repair college- which was my back up school. Well, would have been if I had actually gotten in. Damn you ITT Tech!) I dealt with the situation in the most mature and upstanding way possible- I got hammered. And made sure my date did as well. So when asked to write about the date from my perspective I was faced with a dilemma- admit that I had forgotten large chunks of evening due to massive alcohol intake or fabricate some story of how the date could have gone. I have decided to go with the latter choice….
“My date with Steve” by Candice B. FoReal
“My date with Steve” by Candice B. FoReal
I met Steve at my most favorite NY hang out- Starbucks on 42nd & 6th (http://www.starbucks.com/default.asp?). I just love this place. If you haven’t been you have to go to experience real, authentic coffee and espresso drinks. It’s like traveling across the ocean to Italian for authentic Mexican coffee. It’s just SO NYC with its overstuffed armchairs, indie music, and incompetent employees. I think Steve really liked my choice of location as we got to know each other over a grande decaf pumpkin spice chai no whip extra water (I don’t drink caffeine- it’s sooo bad for you!).
Being an avid blogger myself (iheartferrets.blogspot.com), I was very intrigued to hear Steve’s perspective on how he thought the dates were going so far and about the whole concept in general. And I was equally intrigued to hear what he would have to say about me ;)
During our discussion of online fantasy role playing games (OMG, I think I really wowed him with my knowledge on the subject – and with my World of Warcraft reputation! See, I’m known as Hero of Northrend, which is the first player on the realm to gain exalted reputation with the Argent Crusade, Wyrmrest Accord, Kirin Tor and Knights of the Ebon Blade), my love of knitting my ferrets sweaters, Disney musicals (on ice!) and global politics I found Steve to be charming, polite, and quite funny. And did I mention devilishly handsome?! My heart nearly skipped a beat when I tried to forcefully French Canadian kiss him goodnight. Sweet Lord, our lips almost met! But don’t worry, he stopped me before anything embarrassing or morally impure happened back in Jersey City. Really, such a gentleman. The girl that scores a second date with Steve is one lucky lady! (And Steve, don’t forget- if you pick me for a second date I will deliver on the promise of that hand knit holiday sweater!)
LOL!
Being an avid blogger myself (iheartferrets.blogspot.com), I was very intrigued to hear Steve’s perspective on how he thought the dates were going so far and about the whole concept in general. And I was equally intrigued to hear what he would have to say about me ;)
During our discussion of online fantasy role playing games (OMG, I think I really wowed him with my knowledge on the subject – and with my World of Warcraft reputation! See, I’m known as Hero of Northrend, which is the first player on the realm to gain exalted reputation with the Argent Crusade, Wyrmrest Accord, Kirin Tor and Knights of the Ebon Blade), my love of knitting my ferrets sweaters, Disney musicals (on ice!) and global politics I found Steve to be charming, polite, and quite funny. And did I mention devilishly handsome?! My heart nearly skipped a beat when I tried to forcefully French Canadian kiss him goodnight. Sweet Lord, our lips almost met! But don’t worry, he stopped me before anything embarrassing or morally impure happened back in Jersey City. Really, such a gentleman. The girl that scores a second date with Steve is one lucky lady! (And Steve, don’t forget- if you pick me for a second date I will deliver on the promise of that hand knit holiday sweater!)
LOL!
That’s all I’ve got, for now at least.
FYI - 2 New Posts Today
Thank You
Thank you to everyone who keeps spreading the word on 7777777. We are getting more and more eyeballs. I’m glad to take some monotony out of your day.
Remember, you were here before it was cool.
Most importantly, I’m excited for the second round. I hope you, and especially my beautiful dates are.
Thanks,
Steve
Message for Candice
This message was sent to 7Dates7Days@Gmail.
“I want to hang out with Candice. And by “hang out” i mean /duel her in WoWzerz. it would be a honor to be run through by the hero of northrend.”
Clearly this was sent by some sort of weird virgin World of Warcraft player…
Message From one of my Best Mates
I contest a few things that Dalice says in here, but knock yourself out. She is one of the best, most perceptive, and outright fun people this world has to offer…I paid her $4.76 and a Big Mac to write this.
Hi,
Steve is my best friend since high school. I’ve known the kid since 9th grade, and this may be the first time I’m referring to him as Steve. Weird. Although I thoroughly enjoy reading about all the dating adventures, I would very much like my friend back. Steve is already pretty shitty with the phone. Add in thousands (or seven) dates, blogging about them, and the countless hours of Facebook stalking this adds into his life, and I can barely get the fucker to google chat with me!
Its nice to see how people feel about one of my favorite people ever. One of your ladies made a point of mentioning how Steve “really looks at you”. That’s one of my favorite things about Steve, although, just because he’s watching you intently doesn’t mean he’s actually paying attention. (Dalice, That’s bullshit, <3>
I also find myself getting really defensive at the girl’s responses if they don’t involve wishing they got a proposal off of the one and only Steve.
I suppose what i’m saying is, Steph, whoever you may be, this is a wonderful idea.
I really like being able to read about Steve’s romantic endeavors, since the fucker never answers his phone, and only calls me at late o’ clock, even though he knows i’m working on a new film and have no late night time and need loads of sleep…. what an asshole.
Overall, in my professional opinion, this experiment is the shit! I totally love it. almost as much as i love talking to Steve in real life.
Love,
Dalice
Win Big, Lose Small
I tried to contact Betty. I left a message her a voicemail, then texted her - twice, then went to her house and cried for her, then went ninja and tried to sneak past the doorman, only to be turned away and maced by him. I will not be seeing Betty again. By court order. By law, I am not allowed within 300 yards.
Actually, only three of those things happened: I called, left a voicemail, and dressed and got maced (separate incident).
You win some, you lose some. In this case, I win. Big: Meatball. I lost something, too, though I can’t say I’m so disappointed if Betty is the type of person to leave someone hanging like this. It’s rude. Especially when I have an obligation to those of you who are reading this, and she knows how much my heart is in the blog, it was a bit of a bitch slap.
Betty is definitely a cool chick, but I’m not about to chase her down. No need, no strong enough desire. But I will end on this: regardless of whether or not you have a love interest in someone, if you commit to a date you commit to a certain level of honesty and a protocol of decency. All that stuff you’ve heard about nice guys finishing last, and your belief that you can get by just cause you got nice T&A: it’s stinky poop. Too many hot bitches I meet are miserable, too many of my ugly friends are too good with girls to believe it, and too many nice guys I know are making 6 and 7 figures.
But did I lose? No. I didn’t at all. Technically (or not if you check the rule book, but eff it) DarkHorse is still in this thing. I do like her, too, but I’m going to let that one relationship fizzle, I think.
What I do know is that I have a date next Saturday with Meatball. And probably another one after that, and so on. I get to listen to her talk more, and I’m excited for that.
I gained Meatball, and lost nothing except about $350 in bar tabs, 20 hours of sleep, and the respect of my coworkers. I’ll work harder to compensate, so no worries. Net-net: this is a huge gain.
I think it comes clear through my writing - that she is where my heart is, anyway.
Where will Meatball (still feels so silly calling her that) and I go from here? I really have no clue. I’m about to go out for Halloween. When you read this you’ll still be half drunk and wondering what the eff happened last night. I will make a few more entries, but after that I think that I’ll take a step back from writing.
I want to find someone better than myself to write. Several people have asked to be the next One to date the Seven. When that round starts, I’ll be the administer. I want this bad-boy blog to grow up. It should have more, better, more engaging content: pictures, maybe video, a domain, more frequent posts, a way to get free beer and cooler date scenarios, and more. I would like to make that my job so that 8 people can have as good a time as we (the dates) did, and so that more people can remove the monotony out of their days by following 7777777. Next time around, I want to see someone else buried knee deep in p… girls.
Now go out and find some more peops to be dates, please, and send ‘em my way.
Message from a Drunk
If we can get another drunk to interpret the message below, that’d be great. Thanks. Please send to 7Dates7Days@gmail.com.
-Steve
PS - See, I post the bad stuff about me, too.
Steve, this is Brina. And ChrysseHaynes. You remember Brina, we played softball together with our soft balls. Well, your soft balls maybe. Really, this is Steph Bloch, but don’t shoot the messenger.
Chrysse thinks you are an asshole. She says that if you write like the way you do, it doesn’t matter how much Steph Bloch and Byrne say you’re nice, that you have it in you somewhere to be that guy. Plus Steph Bloch and Byrne don’t count. ChrysseHaynes knows the blogging world and she knows blogging.
Steve,
Are you going to marry Binlo?
Love,
Drunk
Chrysse thinks you are an asshole. She says that if you write like the way you do, it doesn’t matter how much Steph Bloch and Byrne say you’re nice, that you have it in you somewhere to be that guy. Plus Steph Bloch and Byrne don’t count. ChrysseHaynes knows the blogging world and she knows blogging.
Steve,
Are you going to marry Binlo?
Love,
Drunk
Hibernate with Someone
Hey All, I truly hoped that you enjoyed the first 7 Dates in 7 Days. We have not yet set a deadline for start of the second series, but there are a lot of people asking if they can participate - though we are still a few girls short.
If you know of any girls who might be looking to spend some cold winter days in their boyfriend's arms - but they don't yet have a boyfriend - please volunteer them to 7Dates7Days@Gmail.com. We would love to see a great love story come out of all this. I truly think one will.
Thanks, and I'm looking forward to making some introductions.
Best,
Steve
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