McHottie

There are a lot of good things I could say about Grant. 1) He's gorgeous 2) he has a good and interesting career 3) he won an Emmy 4) he's gorgeous 5) he owns a townhouse 6) he's very personable- the type of person everyone likes as soon as they meet him 7) he's gorgeous 8) he's fun 9) he's smart with money 10) he's gorgeous. Wait, did I say that already?

I honestly don't have a really funny story to tell about him, because we didn't go on one awful bad date. We went out many times, but in the end it amounted to a not-so-good experience.

He either doesn't know how to treat a lady, or he didn't like me that much, or both.  But all of the problems had one underlying theme- not much effort on his part.  Shall I list?  Yes, I think I shall.

1) We went out maybe 10 times and only one of those dates did he drive to see me.  He lives 30 minutes away, so it was a pretty unfair situation for me. He had lame excuses for not driving- there's nothing to do where I live and it's awkward because I still live with my parents.  It just didn't seem right. In the beginning, aren't guys trying to impress us?  I was not impressed. But I let it slide, because he was hot.  I admit it!  In fact sometimes when he'd talk to me, I'd just stare at him and think about how gorgeous he was. Sigh.   I smile just thinking about it.

2) After several dates I suggested going to 6 Flags for the day, a pricey date and my idea, so I offered to pay. I'm a little surprised because I've never had a guy just let me treat for a date.  It's usually a fight, like I have to "forget" my money in his car, beat him to the cashier, slip it in his pocket, or my favorite- throw and run.  I even had to do that with my friend, and he's gay! Again, isn't he supposed to be trying to impress me?  He's supposed to be working hard, not hardly working... but he's so nice to look at!

3) After 6 Flags we stopped by a pretty nice wine tasting party his coworker was having.  I actually had a great time. Better than when we were at 6 Flags- turned out he's scared of roller coasters. Grrrreat.  Anyhow, it was 2am and we were leaving the party and heading back to his car.  That's when he started saying things about how he wasn't sure if he could drive.  Fantastic.  I see where this is going.  Grant had "tasted" a little too much wine.  Good thing I was responsible enough to stay sober. Obviously I offered to drive because I didn't want to die.  So I drove us back... for two hours...  I couldn't help but think he should've been more responsible. 

4) That night he tried to get me to stay over.  It was funny because he tried very hard. He tried by kissing and by taking his shirt off- not that I minded that. But I wasn't going to sleep with him. He wasn't even a good kisser.  He kept saying I should stay the night because it wasn't safe for me to drive home this late. "It's not safe for me to drive home at night?? You just had me drive us for two hours at 2am! I think I can make it another 30 minutes..."

5) We were supposed to go to the movies one night. I get to his place and I end up waiting for about 20-30 minutes while he tries to arrange last minute airline flights with a buddy for next weekend. He gets off the phone and instead of seeing a movie that's showing a little bit later, he decides to rush to the one that's playing in 15 minutes. I'm dressed pretty snazzy: jeans, heels, collared shirt, trench, and scarf.  He's wearing his work pants, tennis shoes, and throws on a fleece pullover and heads out the door. That's it? Really? When I look like this? Sigh.

So we rush to see The Hangover.  As you know, the movie is hilarious. Well it turns out that Grant's laugh is also hilarious... and by hilarious, I mean embarrassing.  Not only is it incredibly loud, but it's also high pitched- making it extremely noticeable.  And it didn't help that when the audience would laugh, Grant's laugh would extend an extra 10 seconds so everyone could hear.  It was the kind of laugh that if you heard it, you'd nudge the person next to you and giggle, or you'd turn around to look for that person with the strange laugh, or when the movie was over you'd ask, "Did you hear that guy laughing?!"  Yeah. It was that bad.   It got to the point where every time he laughed, I'd look around the theater to see if anyone was looking at us.  I was ready to sink down into my seat at a moment's notice.  Before the movie's end, it suddenly occurred to me: Oh my gosh. I will never be able to see a comedy with Grant ever again!  And I was serious.

6) It's my birthday. He calls and sings me happy birthday on the phone- aww. And I get a package in the mail from him (chocolate) and a card. It's a simple, but it's nice and I appreciate it.  He says we should go out that weekend and do something big for my birthday. Sounds great! Too bad I never hear from him. In fact a week goes by and I receive a voicemail on my cell apologizing for being so distant.  He's been real busy and to give him a call if I still wanted to speak to him.  I called and he never called me back.  Now he's married to a pretty teacher he also met online.  Maybe he was busy with her.  

Lesson learned. Grant was nice, fun, and one awesome piece of eye candy, but that was it.  People treat you the way you let them. You have to train them and I did a lousy job.   Hey, no big deal. This was only about socializing anyway.  I'm just happy that I got to go out with the prettiest guy I've ever seen in real life.