Couchsurfing is only for traveling.

Alright this is the last history lesson from my old profile. After this will be all new excursions and let me tell you...I think I have a couple in the works that will make for great entries. Or maybe one will just be a humorous beginning to finding my match :)

But for now, let's get on with it.

CHEF NO HOME

If you were to judge a book by it's cover, this guy would be great. He works as a chef at a Vancouver hotel, very chill, enjoyed the sun as much as I did and loved to dance. After multiple short emails we switched to texting which worked a lot better and after about a week and a half decided to meet up. We decided on a Sunday afternoon. There was a UFC fight on the night before and we shared texts about the outcomes. The morning of our coffee date he texted me to let me know he 'was soooo hungover' but he still wanted to meet up with me, I just couldn't laugh at him. (For any guys reading this, it's not very impressive to hear this. Hangovers do happen, I of all people know...just don't tell the girl. Or just don't get smashed the night before a coffee date LOL) SO, keeping my open mind like I keep telling myself to, I met up with him that afternoon. The beginning wasn't that bad, he did look a bit tired and he was a bit...'slow', but the conversation seemed to be going well. Then he started talking about his job and basically gave me his full background of work experience. Since the sun was coming out we decided to walk and find a park bench. During the walk he made some comment about how he was younger than me (by a year or so?) and called me a Cougar in some roundabout way. (Not so cool). When we were seated in the park we started talking about bars, clubs, dancing etc. He shared a story about how he broke his arm from dancing on a pole?? Not quite sure on how it happened, not sure if I really wanted to know. He then went on to say it was his friends fault and he had to take work off and his friend offered his place to him since he wasn't making any money. In which he was still couchsurfing at his friends place even though he was working again. It was at that point where I pretty much knew I was done. Sorry, I can't date someone who doesn't even have their own room...be a grown man and get and find your own place or move in with a roommate where you have a proper room. Oh..there was also a rat that came out of the bushes at some point and he kept telling me to look at it, wasn't it gross? One thing I will give him is that he was a gentleman and walked me to my car. But then I might take it away because once we got to it he made fun of me because it was Automatic. This coming from a guy who lost his license and then got a a couple tickets a month earlier for speeding and driving without a license. Yeah, not really upset that this one never called me back.

Because 35 is soooo old....

Sorry, I have been distracted with the end of summer. Let's move on to the next one shall we? This one is not so much humorous as I feel sad for the poor old pooch. (You'll get that bad joke later).

THE POOPER SCOOPER

So I had started chatting with the Pooper Scooper about the same as the Ninja Masseuse. He was very much into Hockey (good), was impressed with my goal of black belt (good), and seemed to have a good sense of humor (*Ding ding ding*). We met up for a coffee and he picked me out in the parking lot with a "Hey, Ninja!". Coffee seemed to go well, we had an easy conversation and decided to take a walk around the Dyke while we finished the last of our drinks. Then I found out that he scooped poop for a living. That's right, he scooped the poop. It wasn't even his own company, he worked for a friend. He did make a valid point though...that he got to hang around with dogs all day, what could be better than that.

So putting the choice of his employment aside I agreed to go for dinner with him. He left it up to me so I decided on Sushi (always a good idea if you aren't so sure, usually a quickly served meal so if the date is not so good you aren't stuck for a long time, you can tell how adventurous someone is by their roll choices and if it is a good date it's light enough that you can continue the date with a little dessert and coffee ;) ) This is where things went slightly sour. The topic went to work in which he told me he was now looking to find a new job and then started talking about a government job and how much money he would make, how he didn't like his pooper scooper boss and then back to how much money he would make with this new job. Because I'm a sucker for punishment sometimes I agreed to grab a coffee afterward. There was a glimmer of hope when we started talking hobbies/activities until all of a sudden he was too old for everything. Too old for camping. Too old to try martial arts. Too old for hiking. He did play softball but felt like he was getting too old for the running. Oye, the guy was only 35! So long story short there was no future dates in store for this one, I mean I was a young 32 at the time. No need to drag myself down with an 'old' man. ;)