Copycat

A few days ago I blogged about a date where I discovered the antics I pull when dating. Tonight I went on a date with a guy who, through clear and convincing evidence, I'm pretty sure read the last blog entry and conformed his date around it. At first I was weirded out but some of the things he was doing. But then I thought, "Wait a minute...aren't these sort of a version of what I wrote on my blog?" The gig was up. So, "Peter," if/when you read this, I'm sorry I am broadcasting our date publicly. But I guess that's what you get for virtually stalking me.

When I got home and explained the date to my roommate, she said, "You can't outplay the player...especially using her own game. That's right, Katie. That's right. Here's how the date went down, using my own bullet points.

1. I plan every move.

He admitted to me that for weeks and weeks and weeks before the date he did extensive research on me. He quizzed boys I had previously dated; he asked people in the ward who had known me for awhile about me; he asked random law connections that I don't even know that well. And I'm beginning to think he also read through this blog, too.

2. I rely heavily on looks. It makes or break the rest of my relationship with a guy.

First, he spared no potential moment of silence by exclaiming how "beautiful" and how "sexy" he thinks I am.

Second, you may remember my last blog post where I emphasized the guy's height as the most attractive thing. Guess what he chose to focus on: his height. He's 6' 4" and he just kept going off about he attractive that is to women. Coincidence? I think not.

3. I am not myself early on--I parrot a boy's personality until about date three.

Early on, like within the first five minutes, "Peter" told me how much he liked me. From then on when I would try to give him a reason not to be attracted to me, he would only follow up with a reason why he's the exact same way. At one point I said I was completely heartless and it's hard for me to really connect to people. He followed: "Oh yeah, me too! I know I seem like a nice guy, but some people get on my nerves a lot." He was serious.

4. I decide early if I'm going to like a boy.

Like I said, within the first five minutes he had told me how much he liked me. By the end of the date he had explained to me all my wonderful characteristics that attracted him to me (mind you, this is our first date so this is all information he gathered beforehand), including my perfect height, impeccable taste in ice cream, and good manners. As he drove me home, he said, "I think I'm already starting to fall in love with you. It's gonna be hard for you to stop me."

5. I put myself in jeopardy to maximize my date's potential.

My last post talked about how I didn't wear a jacket to see if he'd offer his. Well this date I wore a jacket, but he kept asking if I was cold. Later, I noticed he dressed in several layers. Perhaps expecting to share his jacket??

6. I heavily use jealousy to expedite their crush on me.

He once talked about all the dates he was going on and how his roommates always complained about not getting any dates. Other than that, maybe he should've milked the jealousy card a little more. He did ask if I there was anyone, besides himself, that I was romantically interested in. To which I responded, "I love boys. I have a crush on every boy." To which I should've responded, "Well, you've read my blog. You should know the answer to that."

7. I am a detective.

Ummm...it should be obvious by now.

8. I touch boys. And I laugh lovingly at them.

Last post I emphasized how touching is good but overdoing it is not. He overdid it: way too early and out of context. Within five minutes of the date, he had his arm around me uncomfortably as we walked down the streets of Provo. All I could think about was the guy who had left my house not five minutes before with whom I have a history. I was hoping he wouldn't see. But then again I thought it might help with the jealousy points. Anyway, this arm around me stuff happened intermittently throughout the night. Overdone. Weird.

9. I play major reverse psychology. I manipudate the situation when I feel like the boy is getting the upper edge.

This is a step that only true players know how to execute. He probably was confused when he read this on my post because he very apparently did not follow it. In fact, if he had flooded the date with this, he may actually have a shot at a return date. But instead, I had the upper hand the entire night and didn't even have to work for it.

10. I find opportunities to let them shine and then I compliment them on it.

Everything. Everything I did, including when I kept kicking snow on him, was spectacular--He loved it. It made me ill.

Okay so maybe I made a big deal about the guy from the last post liking the same band and the same dessert as me, but I didn't tell him those things and say we'd make a great couple. I only observed them. This guy took "we like the same ice cream" and "we both don't like long plane rides" to mean that we'd make a great couple.

11. I surgically plant in their heads the idea that this is not the last time we will see each other.

This was more than surgery; it was my strapped on a gurney being punctured in every possible vein. At every inopportune moment, Mr. Peter talked about "the next time we go out" to the point where he even said that by date four I would be madly in love with him. Hmmmmm. On the doorstep at the end of the night he asked when we could go out again. I insisted he called me later. He insisted we schedule it right then and there. He didn't realize he had delivered the upper hand on a silver platter to me and that I wouldn't budge. He relented and said he'd call next week and take me to dinner. Cool.

12. I win. Always.

Nope.

Story NOT to be continued....

On another note: Mr. Boy from below, let's call him Skyler, texted me today. We're going out some time next week. Fingers crossed. :)