I knew it was going to happen eventually.  The one guy who lies throughout his profile.  You know, starting with the height, then the age, then the pictures from 20 years ago.  You have a suspicion things are not matching up, but you figure because it is your first date from match.com, perche non. Lesson learned.  You need to stay away from the ones who are lying off the bat.  By the time the date ended I felt like I just went through the rabbit hole to dating hell. Even though the signs were there I agreed to meet the guy, he is Italian, cute face (20 years ago) and took control in planning the date.  I agreed to meet him at the W then he decided to meet at another restaurant/bar in the Back Bay. Understand, again, I am 5’7″ which is not tall, but in Boston I feel I am giant compared to some of the men.  On his profile he claimed to be 5’6, haha, he really was 5’4.  Okay I could understand sensitivity due to his height, so I will continue the date.  We sat at the bar right in front of the  big screen tv, where he ordered a beer and I ordered a glass of wine. I could tell he was nervous even though he claimed he wasn’t.  I will be honest i have no clue what we talked about for the first ten minutes.  I remember he thought I was very attractive and that is it. Somehow, he mentioned several times he thought the waitress was really cute, but she needed to gain 80lbs.  He also was looking for America’s Next Top Model but she would have to gain an extra 50lbs.  I advised him I didn’t think it was good to talk about other girls on the date, he said I misunderstood him because he “didn’t want to sleep with them” he just thought they were cute. Than the truth comes out. .. continue reading ..

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Welcome to my new dating blog, Datinganddior.com. I decided to move the dating info from glamourgirlnow.com, because I chose for it to be more professional while the dating experience is very personal.  All the archived dating warriors stories have been moved over to datinganddior.com.

Who am I

31 year old grad student, female, and African-American

Where am I meeting the boys

Out and about, and I recently signed up for Match.com after Ms. Green’s success.

What am I looking for?

Honestly, I am looking for great dates. I use to think I wanted to be engaged by 32, and it would be great if it happened, but I am ok with just dating and seeing who is out there.

Why blog about it?

Because some of these dates are just crazy, insane, and weird. Hopefully, most will be wicked fun.

What about the dating warriors?

Some of the girls are still dating and some are in relationships. We all talk on a regular basis, and no no one is married or engaged or has kids, yet.

Who is Dior?

Christina Dior is an infamous high fashion designer from the 1940s and 50s and he created many iconic pieces from that time period. Christian Dior is my fashion husband. Dior represents my love of fashion, and my belief that clothes are a true expression of who you are, and your chance to paint a wonderful picture. Dior is the fashion segment of dating and my suggestions in putting your best foot forward.

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The bartender and I met the old fashion way, via a Starbucks line. He spoke and I heard that lovely Irish accent, and immediately asked where he was from. He happily told me Ireland and asked me to sit with him. We talked for about thirty minutes before he asked if I had been to Harvard Square. I advised him “Not yet” and we made plans that Monday to meet for some drinks.

The guy was truly outside my box of guys I normally date. He was only 5’8 and super slim, and already bald at age 32. He did have gorgeous long blond eyelashes though, and a very deep thinking look about him.

Monday after class I headed towards Harvard Square. He text me and let me know he was running late. I was starving at this point and ordered a pizza and beer without him. He finally arrived and ordered is drink. Within 15 minutes of us talking he immediately reached for my hand, and started rubbing it.

Ok I am seriously not that chick. I don’t do PDA. In my longest relationship I never did PDA. We made out once in a club and I saw the photos and knew never to do it again. I don’t mind little things of affection or a peck here and there, but full out hand holding and thigh rubbing in public is not me. Rubbing my back actually makes me more stiff. I suck I know, but I just don’t like it.

After I told him this, his response is that he is a huge PDA guy and nothing wrong with hand holding. We left dinner and he immediately grabbed my hand. Oh no. I snapped it back. He took notice. He took me to another trademark bar in Harvard Square, and this time moved from trying to hold my hand to rubbing my back. I think he was determined to win the PDA war. I don’t know if it was the kamikaze shot, the thick accent, or the exhaustion from school, but I stopped fighting it, in the bar. He also brought on the charm. You are very beautiful, I don’t understand why you don’t have a boyfriend, yadda yadda yadda.

Then the words came out. “I really see you as girlfriend material do you see me as boyfriend material.” Wait, wait, wait. Are we there yet? Dude, I just met you. I can’t answer that question you have to give me time. I don’t think he liked my response and excused himself to the bathroom. While he was gone another guy came up and was trying to get my number, but I had to turn him down because it would be bad karma and Mr. PDA already showed strong jealous signs when other guys were talking to me in the evening. Plus, I can’t multi-task on a date.

In the end, I realized I wasn’t attracted to him when he asked to kiss me and my immediate response was don’t put your tongue in my mouth. Yep, I was a prude, and I am never a prude.

The date ended with a hug and a peck and a $10 taxi ride back home. There was no calling, just some texting

Mr:PDA: You are one of the best kissers and I like your lips
Me: Is that all you remember about me
Mr. PDA: Your short skirt
Me: that’s it
Mr. PDA: yes
Me: perfect all you need is my skirt and lips on another chick and you are set.

I now it came out rude, but seriously, No.

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I received a lot of flack for the tan guess shoes I bought.  Facebook friends wondered if I could walk in them and family members wondered if they were practical.  My response to both is yes and yes.  I bought the shoes above because the represent both sides of my fashionista personality.  The modern vintage shoes on the left are definitely my fun party girl 5 inch personality.  They are comfortable and fun at the same time.  Are these shoes meant to be worn every night, no.  They are meant for the special nights of good times.  The tan guess shoes are for my good girl needs to be taller side.  They are less comfortable, and will probably be worn less than the modern vintage heels, but I know they convey a more subtle and feminine side to me.

The point is, you don’t have to justify your likes of fashion to anyone (possible the credit card company one day.)  You have the choice to live in flats, flip flops, or cowboy boots or 6 inch heels.  It is all about your comfort zone and what story you would like to tell with your outfit.  You are also allowed to show the different personalities of yourself with apologizing.  I wear flip flops and converse sneakers as much as I wear my heels.  I always bring a large enough clutch to put in a pair of flip flops for the in-between party moment of when my feet need a break.

I hope my advice is well rounded enough to appeal to every fashion personality you have.  If one day you are not digging what I put out there maybe the next day I might present something more your style.  For me fashion is about putting your best heel, bracelet, earring, Birkin forward.  it’s about presenting the best you.

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