Oh yeah…we live together

I sent out a message to my Tweeter followers, asking for a little help on ideas for blog posts because they haven’t been coming to me as easily lately…seems as though I need to walk into another street sign or something.

When a girlfriend of mine msn’s me this:

• 6 flirtatious hang-outs
• 3 of them professional networking hangs
• 1 scooter ride (included with one of the below dinners)
• 2 three hour magical dinners
• And…1 movie night

Turns out on movie night lover boy confessed that he had just moved in with his girlfriend. WTF – took six hangs to disclose this information? ASS!

This made me remember what happened to me a couple of Octobers ago:

When I was 19 I met a fellow who I had an on again/off again (mostly off again)  ‘relationship’ with for over seven years. In 2007 I decided that our entire relationship was unhealthy, and that I needed to call it quits.

Then, in 2009 I started to get emails from (for the sake of this post let’s call him Larry) him. Larry’s emails were friendly:

“How are you?”

“What’s going on in your life?”

“I’m in Toronto on business sometimes if you want to get together for dinner…”

At first I thought I shouldn’t meet him for dinner as I had cut Larry out of my life when I went through a state of cleansing my life of bad decisions. But then, I thought to myself ‘why not?’ we always had so much fun together, it would be nice to have a friendly (just friendly) catch up.

I didn’t want to make a bad decision with him…I just thought this was perfect.

He called me during the day to see where I wanted to go for dinner and then he suggested having dinner in the restaurant in his hotel.

Clearly, this was a horrible idea, so I suggested him coming to get me  and we could go to a restaurant downtown.

We ended up heading to the Bier Markt. The waiter came around to take our drink order. Larry ordered a beer and I ordered a double Belvedere on the rocks. I figured since a) I’m not trying to impress this guy to try and get a second date – this was our millionth , and b) it was a little creepy of him to suggest having dinner at his hotel –  I could order the exact drink that I wanted.

Next it was time to order dinner, since he ordered the steak (and that’s what I wanted) I ordered the steak…medium rare (but closer to rare then medium).

We chatted for a while, had some good laughs, I made a bunch of jokes at his expense, when finally I asked him if he was dating anyone.

His response – “Yeah..um, I wasn’t going to tell you this, but I bought a house, and live there with my girlfriend of …”

At that point I tuned him out, I think he said of 2 years or something like that.

Summary:

1) Random email to a girl you dated on and off for 7 years

2) Suggestion of a ‘dinner’

3) Suggestion of a dinner at the hotel

4) Oh yeah, you WEREN’T going to tell her about your girlfriend

What’s that all about? Maybe his intentions weren’t as tawdry as they came across, but come on…dinner in the hotel restaurant? How about a night cap to finish it off? And anyway, should these men not have disclosed this information sooner? Like right away? Drop a little ‘we’ statement in there?

Larry wasn’t even going to tell me he lived with his lady…that was mega shady. Regardless, I’m now a firm believer that if you a) have a girlfriend and/or b) live with your girlfriend – you need to confess ASAP, otherwise you come off as a douche!

Lee’s Palace…cool people only

This post is a little bit embarrassing, a little bit of a vent.

Confession: I forgot where Lee’s Palace was.

Since I’ve moved to Toronto I’ve been to many live shows. However NONE of them have been at Lee’s Palace. For the most part I’ve been venturing to the Horseshoe to see shows. I love the Horseshoe, it’s dirty and the draft beer makes you feel sick.

Anyway, the last time I was at Lee’s Palace, was about 5-6 years ago to see my favourite Toronto band Staggered Crossing. I LOVE this band, I’ve seen them about a million times, and many of the times I saw them was at Lee’s Palace. So…you’d think I’d remember.

Here’s my disclaimer: I did not live in Toronto then, and had no idea as to where I was. I didn’t know up from down or left from right, so even though I knew I loved Lee’s Palace I totally forgot where it was. Plus, drinking was involved so pretty much I’d just get in a cab and end up where I needed to be.

Last night, I was supposed to go see my friends band called Bombs. I was really looking forward to going because Ryan is a very talented musician, and I haven’t seen him play with his full band yet. Because I had forgotten where Lee’s Palace was, I used my Google machine to find the location.

Judy picked me up from my work party, and we headed to Bloor east. A part of me thought to myself…”that’s not right” but Google and Mapquest said that was the location, so I went with it.

After driving around Bloor east for about 15 minutes and not finding it I called Lee’s Palace, only to hear that they are located at Bloor west by Bathurst – KNEW IT. We ended up turning around and heading home because we had already missed half of their set.

I decided that I should call Lee’s Palace and let them know that their address is incorrect online and that they should get it checked. I mean a client is a client and who wants to lose business.

This morning, my phone rang and it was Bell Canada, so I answered it:

Voice recording: ‘This is Bell Canada, someone has sent you a message using our service and it is no cost for you to check it. Do you accept?’

I accepted.

Message – from Lee’s Palace (paraphrased): ‘Hi Jen I’m calling from Lee’s Palace. We actually put our address on Google incorrectly so that only ‘cool’ people know where it is and it keeps all the people that aren’t cool out. We only want cool people here so, we’re sorry about that.’ AND THEN the a-hole sarcastically finished with, ‘So we’ll get on that lawsuit with Google to solve the address situation immediately’

DICK. What’s that all about? Never in my life have I ever been treated so disrespectfully. It was a total shocker that someone would have the nerve to treat ANYONE like that. I was trying to help them out – WTF?! I mean, who classifies people as ‘cool’ and ‘uncool’? What are we 10 year olds? Besides…I’m pretty f-ing cool and that guy’s a giant douche.

Regardless…the Horseshoe is way better anyway!

*Fingers crossed my tone wasn’t angry…we were pretty frustrated at that time.