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As some of you may know, I was recently dropped with the bomb that my ex boyfriend has a new girlfriend. Although this was a tough pill to swallow, it was ultimately a positive tidbit of information. I was forced to realize I was still holding onto something I shouldn't have been. After some solid crying, temper tantrums, cyber stalking and a few word vomit episodes; I feel the freest I have been since the breakup.
In honor of said freedom, I decided to take a break from the ordinary and risk a date with someone I thought I could possibly like. Backwards, I know- but I thought it may be a good change of pace.

I recruited another young gentleman from Plenty of Fish who is about to move to Chicago from Cleveland, and was in town to finalize some details of his new life. We had planned our date for Wednesday night, but after several flirty text messages had decided that the task at hand could not wait and pushed it up a night.

For the sake of the blog, let's call this gentleman Biz.
Biz met me at the train station, and I was attracted to him immediately. I could literally feel myself being pulled to him as we walked to a local bar. However, I quickly learned that Biz thinks very highly of himself. First of all, as we sat sipping our beers he decided to pull out his Iphone and show me several of the videos he has shot/edited (he's a film editor). And by several, I mean at least three. Then he decided to start in with his impersonations, something mentioned in his PoF profile that I had hoped I would be able to avoid.

For the record, I hate impersonations. Especially when someone is directing them at me in a bar. I mean, what does a person say after their date just sounded like Jack Nicholson from "The Shining", telling you they are going to bash your brains in?
"Haha, that was really believable and now I want to run as far away from you as possible?"

After these minor faux pas, the conversation turned normal and I decided that it was safe to take him to a very sacred place. Oh you heard it right- I took him to the playground. We swung, went down the slide, compared stories of us when were bratty children. When we finally made it around to the monkey bars, I bashfully told him I had never been able to play on them due to the fact that I have arms with as much strength as a spaghetti noodle.
Biz's reaction was to lift me up and hold me as I swung from rung to rung. Once completed I let go and slid down him. Then came the kiss.
And then came another. And another.
We decided to go back to my place; where we laid on my bed, sharing a pillow and Biz showed me MORE of his film editings which made me want to roll over and fall asleep. This is where the most uncomfortable moment of the evening happened... us curled up on my bed together, watching music videos of bad bands he had filmed. Biz decided that there was one of his clients I really needed to hear and typed in www.myspace....
Lo and behold, what pops up in my recently viewed bar? HIS myspace, with his name in all caps from when I did some research on him before the date.
I could feel my face turn scarlet as he cleared his throat and clicked on the link he wanted.
Neither of us said anything, but I was warmly welcomed to the "crazy girl club" in that moment.
He stayed a bit longer, hinted at wanting to sleep with me (which I actually declined...shocking), and then left.
Today I had mixed feelings about the date. Although I was very attracted to him, and liked a lot about him, half the time I felt like Biz was just trying to sell his work to me. I understand being passionate about your life's work... but there is a line. Forcing a date to watch 2 hours worth of your stuff the first time you meet her? May in fact be a deal breaker, buddy.

The real question I have to ask myself is: "Did I buy into what he was selling?"