It’s a world of ironic mustaches and a world of 40 oz beers. It’s a world of tight pants and a world of bikes with fixed gears.
My friend, Rogue, sent me a link to the below video. I laughed until I practically cried. I feel like every man in San Francisco, not just Hipsters, does this. I couldn't stop laughing or watching it. Seriously, I think I watched it like 9 times on the verge of hysterical giggling tears.
Then I really did cry when I realized the woman in the video is Hot Dad's ex-wife.
Anyway, the video is really funny and you should watch it.
New Rule: If he has kids he better also be a widower
I still talk to Hot Dad occasionally. It's usually boring banter on gchat about work, his kids, pop culture, or the weather. We are also twitter friends. The other day he @'ed someone and I clicked the name since I was bored. It brought me to his ex-wife's twitter feed which then brought me to her blog, which I was interested to read since I knows she reads DiM and had almost attended my Princess Pub Crawl. I was surprised to find an entire entry devoted to me (page 1, 2).
Basement Boy does online dating, OkCupid to be exact. We both signed up when we were racing to see who could get laid after the Big Break of 2009. I think I won but it shouldn't count because the partner in question was referred to as "Hobbit" by friends. It's fine, I'm an equal opportunity sexual encounter-er. Basement just said I technically won because I started before the race even started, whatever. This isn't his blog and I don't need people knowing I'm an adulterer.
Basement dweller didn't have the best luck because his profile said stuff like, "Don't talk to me, I have 2 kids and I hate women." He's lucky he bares a slight resemblance to Justin Timberlake. The one female he had any luck with (ie: was willing to touch his penis) was a local San Franciscan. She also blogs, it's painful but popular. Her problems with men are enough to make me want to consider lezzing it up for the rest of my life (even though I'm pretty sure I couldn't touch a vagina that isn't mine to save my life.) Basement and Blogger went on a handful of dates, I tried to ruin one because my ovaries were imploding in my body (this is off topic). From what Basement says she tried to mount him after date 10 but he fell asleep (ie he's insecure about his uncircumcised wang). SIDENOTE: I realize a lot of this stuff might seem like a little TMI but wasn't the internet created so we could properly embarrass ourselves and share it with the world? The bottom line is that I think it would be hard to bang someone who's sexual encounters you've read about on their blog.
I realize if she had better luck with men she'd have nothing to blog about as the term "Dating" is in her blog title. As a neurotic, independent, hermit-esque woman I just hate the idea that any woman's life revolves around men and their ability or inability to connect with them.
Now I have a ton of commentary on this. Most of it revolves around the fact I did not try to mount him like he was a turkey head (yes he did fall asleep), I can't believe he told his ex-wife personal details, and I rarely actually talk about my sexual encounters but I think she says it all by herself.
Women like her are why no good guys exist anymore. They are all loaded down with baggage.
Filed Under: TSA Regulations, I Dodged a Bullet
Ladies, I can’t believe I let the perfect man slip away
Hot Dad: is it bad that my 3 year old LOVES female pop music
I'll tell you a secret
Lady Gaga is pretty, pretty, pretty good
she writes her own shit, her style is well thought out
her music is tolerable
that's big props in my book
I AM A DANGER TO MYSELF AND OTHERS
I fail at the internet. This shouldn't surprise me as I've done it before. After internally debating whether or not a surprise I have in store is "shooting the moon" or not I decided to seek the opinion of Hot Dad and Peter DeWolf, the guys I ask all my weird guy problems/questions/concerns to. While discussing the surprise online I accidentally copied and pasted the conversation to the person who the surprise is/was for. While I didn't say anything too revealing I'm still embarrassed beyond belief for some reason. I'm talking MORTIFIED.
KILL. ME. PLZ. K. THNX.
Why men are called dogs
Note To Men: NEVER DO WHAT THIS DOG DOES!
Courtesy of Hot Dad's gchat status message
Even My Friends Can’t Keep Then Men In My Life Straight
chad: is hot dad going?
i.e., do I get to meet hot dad?
me: nope
I haven't talked to Hot Dad since before I left
chad: ruh roh
me: but Brohammer and I have been seriously dating since I got back ![]()
so you'll get to meet him
chad: ohhhh okay
at least I get to meet SOMEONE
err, that didn't sound right.
Hot Dad Saga: Part 874
Completely unexpectedly, Hot Dad called during the upswing of my going away party Friday night. On occasion, I love a good drawn out dramatic encounter so I excused myself from my drunken cohorts and took the call.
I was incredibly surprised to hear him say he regretted our last conversation. He clarified that the conversation about a reevaluation to his marriage happened only after our third date, where Mrs. Hot Dad called incessantly trying to get him to come home because she had a pain in her side. I was so taken aback by his call I told him I had to think about things and hoped we could talk some time on Sunday before I left for Paris after I had collected my thoughts.
Like a scene out of some sappy Meg Ryan, prior to the lip injections and adopted daughter, movie he called just as I was getting into a cab for the airport. He continued apologizing and wondering aloud why he likes to self sabotage. He made it pretty clear that under no certain terms were him and Mrs. Hot Dad getting back together.
So for now I'm in Paris. He's in California. I'll see him in a month and that's that.
Hot Dad and I ended things.
I got a very weird vibe the other night from Hot Dad night when I saw him and he kissed me (etc). I couldn't shake the nagging feeling that things were moving too fast for him. In addition to the fact his friend(s) read(s) my blog I thought maybe he felt pressured to make a move. I started to feel guilty about the whole thing and since I seem to be on a burtally honest kick today I decided to ask him about it. The conversation went something like this.
[Edited for Length & Cohesiveness]
me: [rambling incoherently about not wanting to pressure him and to take everything from my blog with a grain of salt]
Hot Dad: I didn't read your blog and had no idea what my friend was talking about
yes I was going very slow and actually kicked myself a few times because it became a thing in my head and I don't know totally where I am. I know that I have fun hanging out with you and definitely had fun the other night, and am not putting any expectations on things. I have a complicated sitch so
me: really? I hadn't noticed
Sorry I make bad jokes when I'm suddenly uncomfortable. ignore me
Hot Dad: no, please, I just want to be open and you know just be clear. I kinda am not sure what I'm doing. my home thing is weird and changes every week
me: ?
Hot Dad: just how [Mom] and I get along. it goes from I hate you to maybe someday we re-evaluate...like I said different every week
me: huh... i'm not sure how to take that exactly.
Hot Dad: I can't hang in the middle either. Honestly I really just got to the point where I was completely detached and can't go both ways
me: meaning.....
Hot Dad: well, I don't know to be honest which way I'm going. I haven't figured it out
me: well...I think that is something you need to do.
Hot Dad: I know. I just needed to let you know where my head is at
me: because I'm not getting in the middle of that in any way shape or form
Hot Dad: I understand that
me: Well I guess that's that then.
At first I was just sad which surprised me. I like(d) Hot Dad a lot but we've been so casual that it surprised me how disappointed I was. He was honest, dependable, responsible; it was incredibly refreshing but I was absolutely nowhere near sending him this note:

Now, now I'm fucking pissed. What the fuck was he doing?!?!?! He is not on any realm even CLOSE to being done with his wife and he's been dating me? I have been 100% okay and cool with "Crazy Mom" (as he described her to me). There hasn't been a single family topic he's thrown at me that I've had any negative reaction to. I've laughed and stayed to the attitude that "it comes with the territory". There was NO reason for him not to tell me this from the beginning. I feel fucking lied to and I'm super pissed about it. I have a strong suspicion things are so very far from over, despite what he told me. I always thought it was weird she stayed over on Monday nights when it's her night with the kids. I thought it was weird the time she called pretty upset wanting him to come home. Deep down I knew something was up but ignored my gut feeling because he had been so honest about everything else. I now don't trust a word he's said. I feel like everything he said about his wife was a complete lie. I'd love to know exactly what in the hell he was doing.
NOTE TO WOMEN: Trust your instincts ladies.
I should have known something was up when his facebook status was still set to "married".
My phone should come with a breathalyzer.
I was totally going to play it smooth, let everyone know that I had a wonderful time, as usual, with Hot Dad last night and leave it at that. Well, I planned on doing that until I went through my twitters from last night and saw I had drunkenly posted about one of two awkward moments.
Awkward Moment #1: Hot Dad and I were sitting/laying on my bed drinking wine and talking. He rolled towards me during a lull in conversation which I thought was him transitioning into a cuddling and/or making a move position. In reality, he was actually just rolling over to stand up to go use the bathroom. I pretended I was rearranging a pillow while simultaneously dying inside from embarrassment.
Awkward Moment #2: I was actually rearranging a pillow when my hand slipped propelling my knuckle into the wall. I took a sizable chunk out of my hand and bled for awhile. Graceful as always, Amanda. Graceful as always.
*sigh*
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Oh and to the inquiring minds: Yes he kissed me. Yes, he's a good kisser.




