Hello once again loyal readers! Beautiful fall day in Montreal today. I went for a run last night, I'm thinking I might reconsider not running a marathon again. Montreal has one every September, maybe I can work my way up to the full marathon for next year.
Anyways, onto to more pressing matters. Last I left you, I was telling you about my second date. I'm going to continue along and hopefully by the end of this we'll be just about up to date.
After The Ontarian, I started getting ambitious. At this point I was comfortable using the site, my profile had grown into the more complex, well thought out and complete version it is today. I was messaging girls more regularly and with greater success, but I was still not convinced of its eventual payoff. The only girls I had seen up until this point both had... issues, and it was making me think the website was full of girls like that. That was right about the time I experienced my first real rejection.
I say real rejection, because up until this point all of my rejection had been virtual. It's pretty harmless when someone just doesn't reply to your message, it's more personal when they don't respond to texts and phone calls.
So you know the end of this particular story before it begins, but I'll tell it anyway. Let us first introduce the players:
1) The Quebecois Copy Editor (96% Match, 85% Friend, 3% Enemy), or QCE, much older then me, and well versed in politics and film - she message me first.
2) The Musicology PhD Student (91% Match, 87% Friend, 0% Enemy), shrouded in mystery by vague and blurry pictures, OkCupid matched us up.
3) The Interior Designer from Calgary (91% Match, 91% Friend, 1% Enemy), new to Montreal like myself, she was afraid of zombies trying to Internet Date her.
I talk about the three of these girls at the same time, because I "juggled" conversations with the three of them after The Ontarian, and individually their stories are short.
My conversation with QCE was the most intellectual of any of my interactions on the website had been up until that point. We talked about Quebec/Canada politics and movies. She was quick to suggest beers, but I hesitated because of our age difference. She was 28, a number which feels old to me, plus her pictures had bad lighting. I skirted the issue, and we continued to message each other for awhile before, I assume, she became disinterested in my disinterest and stopped replying.
Musicology and the Cowgirl were a different story. I was keen to meet both of them. They had good profiles and for the most part replied quickly, though succinctly, to my messages. They both quickly agreed to meet up and individual dates were set.
Musicology was up first, she suggested Bily Kun before I could and we agreed to meet for a 5-à-7 (happy hour à la Montréal). She wore a blue polka-dot dress with a brown sweater over top. I was late, and I found her reading a book. I might not have recognized her, but she was the only person sitting alone when I arrived. We split a few Czech beers (their specialty), and conversation turned to what exactly musicology is (study of the history of music), and our experiences from on Master's degrees. She rebutted my dinner suggestion, instead indicating she had a previous engagement. She assured me this was a precaution for when her dates go south early on. I naively believed her.
When we parted ways, I thought it had gone well but she failed to respond to my messages - so on to the next one as Jay Z says.
The Cowgirl seemed to have more potential. Our messages were more flirtatious, her pictures cuter. We lived nearish to each other so we met up on Rue Mont Royal with plans to visit Plan B (coolest website btw). She talked about how she wanted to make her own couch, but with a disco ball in it. A disco-couch. I was skeptical at the logistics behind couch making, but she assured me it was possible. The date went... OK, after the drink we walked around Parc La Fontaine.
I learned a lot about Montreal from The Separatist, but this chick seemed inclined to disagree. In Montreal, most of the houses and buildings have stairs on the outside, its a very cool and unique look and its pretty recognizable. I learned that this was because, since its such a cold weather city, the architects designed the stairs on the outside to save more room inside. Practical and logical solution. This chick told me it was because Montreal is such a religious city, that the priests wanted the stairwells on the outside to prevent any lewd behavior from occurring behind closed doors. I like my explanation, and the Separatist, better.
After our walk we got coffee and talked about our mutual interest in becoming spies for CSIS. I walked her home, but the entire date she seemed disinterested. We exchanged a few messages after the date, but she kept postponing our plans for a second date. I eventually became tired of trying to reschedule and moved on. I'm not really looking for a one-sided relationship.
Rejection really is bitttersweet, it sucks but I learn from it. Not sure what to learn from those experiences though.
Yours truly,
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