A TRUE TALE: The worst date I ever had

largeI don’t recall who I was talking to, but I was on Twitter not too long ago and talking to a few someones about dating.  We started one-upping each other about the worst dates we’d ever had.  I won, with this story, and it was requested that I give further details at some point in the future.  Having nothing else to talk about at the moment other than writing, and suspecting (as I do) that y’all may be tiring of reading about other words I’ve written, let’s tell a story about a bad date.

(The picture is relevant, for reasons I’m not going to reveal.)

There was a time in which I was doing a lot of online dating.  I was– and I’ll admit my grasp of the timeline here is a bit fuzzy– either in grad school or in between grad schools, and had discovered that Chicago had a high enough population density that finding potential dates through Match.com or whatever the name of the service Salon was using at the time was actually not too terribly difficult, even for someone with my, shall we say, nontraditional approach to personal beauty and somewhat suspect hobbies.

Point is, I found some sites that were full of women that weren’t too picky about appearances so long as you were interesting.  Turns out I can do that.  It was Nirvana.  I wasn’t dating a lot, but going out with 2-3 different women in a month wasn’t exactly unheard of, and compared to the entire rest of my dating history I felt like Casanova.

At some point, I got really mercenary about the “exchange lots of emails” part of the process, though.  One or two, and then if you were interesting I was looking for a phone number and a date somewhere public.  I managed to attract the attention of a cute redhead, which was like the promised land as far as I was concerned.  I have always, my entire life, been hugely into redheads, and redheads have never ever wanted to have anything to do with me.  In fact, truth: this date I’m about to describe was the only date I’ve ever had with a redhead.  I love them.  They don’t love me back.

(My wife is a brunette.  Occasionally I get on her to dye her hair.  I got her into a reeeal deep auburn at one point; it’s as close as I’ve gotten.)

Right, so: This particular young lady made a request of me that, at the time, I found reasonable.  She asked that I not bring my cell phone along with me on the date.  Now, this was way before smartphones, and in fact it was long enough ago that the fact that I had a cellphone was still at least somewhat notable.  Nowadays, there’s no way that I comply with this request, and in fact I’ll find it a bit creepy.  Back then?  You don’t want me to bring my phone?  OK, sure.  I left it at home.  The plan: dinner, movie, “we’ll see.”  Typical, right?

She’d picked a restaurant near where she lived, which was on the north side of town.  Chicago’s easy enough to get around in that it’s difficult to get lost, but it was still in a part of town I was unfamiliar with.  Dinner was… weird.  We spent most of the meal arguing and taking shots at each other, in a way that felt like funny banter about 90% of the time and 10% of the time just seemed sorta bitter and mean.

Then, as we were paying for the food (strictly Dutch, by the way,) she wrote something down on a piece of paper and handed it to our waiter.  He gave both of us a weird look and moved on without saying anything.

“What was that?” I asked.

“My number,” she said.  “He’s cute.  I’ve been in here before.”

Now, at this point, most guys would have left, and it might be some sort of a commentary on my own self-confidence that I didn’t immediately end the date.  However, one thing I’d definitely learned about online dating?  Is that sometimes you go on a date for the date, and sometimes you go on a date for the story.  And this had just catapulted itself firmly into “good story” territory.  And she had a little twinkle in her eye that told me I was being tested somehow.

So.  We ain’t married, right?  I just met you.  Give dude your number, I don’t give a fuck.  It’s not like we didn’t meet online; I know we’re both seeing other people.

On to the movie!

Which was a little film by an independent filmmaker that both of us had heard of but neither of us knew much about named Darren Aronofsky.  (Ooh, wait, this means I can date the date!)

The movie?  Requiem for a Dream.  Which is totally the best date movie of all time.

(Admission: It’s possible it was Solaris, which was in 2002, and not RfaD, in 2000.  The Solaris date was godawful too, and I’m pretty sure I remember who that was with, and it wasn’t this girl.  But I’m having doubts right now.  Not big ones.  Pretty sure it was Requiem.  And Requiem’s definitely funnier, so let’s go with that.)

As we left the theater, we were joking about how terrifyingly inappropriate a movie we’d chosen, and one of us– I think it was me– started joking about how this had to be the worst date either of us had been on.  And we started comparing stories about shitty dates, while on a shitty date, and walking back to the car.  Like, trying to one-up each other, and come up with dates that we’d been on that were shittier than the one we were on.

In other words, the vibe was really weird.

And then she asked me if she could borrow my phone.

“I didn’t bring my phone.  You told me not to, remember?”

“Oh,” she says.  “I was going to call my friends and see where they’re at tonight.”

I raise an eyebrow.  Interesting.

“Well, we could go back to your place and just call somebody from there, and then head to wherever they are,” I said.

“Oh, you’re not going.  Would you mind giving me a ride, though?”  That twinkle was back in her eye; this was another test.

As it turned out, I did mind.  I took her back home, of course; I’d picked her up, so it was the proper thing to do, but I declined to deliver her to the next part of her evening.  The weird thing is that we both sorta shrugged it off; it’s coming off as astonishingly rude as I’m writing this, but remember that this was a blind date and this chick didn’t know me.  She’d made plans with her friends after the date.  That’s not actually a terrible thing, especially pre-cell-phone where otherwise I could have just taken off with her and nobody would have noticed for a couple of days.  Presumably they’d had something set up if the plan rapidly became I MUST BRING THIS MAN HOME AND BONE HIM IMMEDIATELY, but it’s not like I could get mad about it.

Sadly, there was not a second date.  I did email her again, mostly out of curiosity about how she’d actually thought the evening had gone without me there.  It’s weirdly meta, right, joking about how shitty a date is going while you’re on the date, and we’d already set up this weird bantering/picking on each other vibe, so… were either of us serious?  I have no idea.  I didn’t get a kiss at the end of the night, but the hug was a couple seconds longer than it needed to be.  Was that good?  No fuckin’ clue.

And that’s the worst date I’ve ever been on.

Addendum: When this popped back into my head a few weeks ago or however long it was, I looked her up.  She’s got an extremely uncommon name, and is in fact still using some of the online handles she was using back then, which I still recall on account of the date being memorable.  She appears to still be single and is now a hot redheaded librarian.  I will not be sending her a link to this post, although I admit I’m curious as to whether she remembers the date as well as I do.

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Well, that happened

IMG_2206Today has been a singularly ridiculous day.  It started out well, with several cups of coffee from my new Prostetnic Publications mug, but I didn’t manage to get dressed and showered until nearly 4:00, having spent most of the previous four or five hours struggling profanely with Microsoft Word and trying to get the manuscript for BA Vol. 2 beaten into sufficient shape to be able to send it to my alpha readers without shame.  Once I accomplished that task and sent it off, I then broke my own rules and went right back to editing, and sent them another version of the document about an hour ago.  Part of this revision included eliminating every single semicolon in the entire book.  That took a while.

This is especially entertaining to me because the “How to Launch your New Book” post has seen a bit of a resurgence in interest in the last couple of days; I apparently got shared out by someone influential.   So, yeah, guys; follow as much of that as you see fit, because clearly don’t take my own advice.

Then, just now, it hit me that in order to send something somewhere I would have to sign a letter with my pen name’s name, rather than my own.  I have completely lost the skill of cursive handwriting other than my own name, so I needed nearly three pages of practice sheets much like the one above to get my “L. Siler” signature in a point where I didn’t feel like it looked like it was written by a two-year-old with a motor control deficiency.  I won’t tell you whether that’s one of the early sheets or a later one.  God help me if I ever really do a signing.

I have one more task to complete before I can leave this computer, so I’m going to go get to it so that I can spend at least a little time hanging out with my wife before this Sunday is completely wasted, and that one’s not a writing task, so hopefully I’ll be able to knock it out quickly.

Did you put pants on today?  How long did it take you?

Oh.  One more thing.  It’s connected to the book, but I’m not telling you how:

Azamoeg

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STATION IDENTIFICATION: Infinitefreetime.com

Hi!  I’m Luther Siler.  I’m the author of Skylights and The Benevolence Archives, Vol. 1both available at various online book retailers easily accessible from whatever magic rectangle you’re using to access this page.  I run this as a service for new folks who might want to know where else to find me on the Web.  Regular folks, if you see the STATION IDENTIFICATION tag, feel free to ignore it.

So here’s where to find Luther Siler on the interwebtron:

  • You can follow me on Twitter, @nfinitefreetime, here or just click the “follow” button on the right side of the page.  I am on Twitter pretty frequently; I use it for liveblogging TV, whining about anything that strikes me as whine-worthy, and for short, Facebook-style posts.  I generally follow back if I can tell you’re a human being.
  • My author page on Goodreads is here. I am accepting any and all friend requests at the moment.
  • I have a Tumblr!  I don’t actually know what Tumblr is, because I’m old, but I’ve got one.
  • My official Author page on Amazon is located here.
  • Feel free to Like the (sadly underutilized) Luther Siler Facebook page here.  It’s mostly used as a reblogger for posts here.
  • And, of course, you’re already at infinitefreetime.com, my blog.  You can click here to be taken to a random post.

Thanks for reading!

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In which this took all day: Sales n’ Spreadsheets #blogwanking

This will be tiny and illegible, but those of you who care can click on it for a larger and actually readable edition. You still may have to scroll a bit, since I work with a 27″ monitor and this image is all sorts of horizontal:

Screen Shot 2015-01-24 at 7.17.30 PMBasically, a day of fiddling with Excel and every sales report I can get anyone to give me has convinced me that I need to start fresh and on my own with 2015, as not nearly enough of the data I have for 2014 can give me specific dates on which I made sales– or, at least, dates on which I made sales anywhere other than Amazon.  Smashwords’ date data seems to fall into a black hole after 30 days, so I’ll have to keep track of that separately and on my own if I want to be able to see it.  Thus, this Excel spreadsheet, which keeps track of each book and each venue the book is available at.  I have to manually enter day-by-day sales and then it totals everything up for me; line graphs are on the next sheet.

Interesting fact: As of last night (I had six BA sales yesterday!) I’ve sold more books in January than there are days in January.  That’s a first for me if you don’t count the couple of KDP Select free days that I gave Benevolence Archives 1 when it was on Select at Amazon; those garnered hundreds of downloads.  If I was able to make BA free at Amazon I would get a lot more visibility for it.  Select has been good for Skylights, hands down, no debate, and I suspect when BA 2 launches in April it will be on Select as well.

It remains to be seen if my nonsense is finally starting to catch on a bit, if Select is solely responsible for this, or if people just buy more books in January than they do in December.  But it’s probably worth pointing out that my January check from Amazon will probably be at least a fourth of my income from writing in all of 2014.  That’s gotta mean things are looking up, right?

And, just for the hell of it:

They’re good.  I promise!

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It’s impossible to photograph well, but…

… I feel like my new Prostetnic Publications mug has improved my lifestyle.

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