Category Archives: Donnaville Archive

Montag, Juli 21, 2003

I was wrong. Mr. Freakish built wrote me… a piss off email:

Donna,
While I think that you are a great person and have alot to offer, I didn’t feel a “click”. So, I’m glad we met, but I think we are both going to have to continue the match search…
Best of luck!
Joe

Wow. I am alternately, hurt, surprised, happy and relieved. Of course, I didn’t feel a “click” but I would have gone out with him again had he asked. It is a good thing that he had the balls to write, very few men do. And at least he didn’t lead me on. It is for the best, there really wasn’t anything there… but why do I feel so terrible? Maybe it’s not him but the 100.00 eHarmony fee.

Sonntag, Juli 20, 2003

Do you know of any nice, quiet, seaside towns located in Florida? Preferably somewhere between Fort Lauderdale and Miami, but not necessarily. Lisa and I are looking to vacation in Florida but not really interested in a loud and crowded city like Miami. Any ideas, write me: helloATdonnavilleDOTcom or leave a comment.

Samstag, Juli 19, 2003

Thursday I had a date with my sole eHarmony match. We met in Princeton at the Starbucks on Nassau street. He seemed like a nice man and our conversation was pleasant. The only issue that I had with him was his strangely ill-proportioned body. You see, he was a very big man with a huge torso. His legs; however, were unusually short and very, very fat. Regardless, I felt comfortable in his presence although I am not sure there was much chemistry between us. In an earlier entry, I mentioned that in the pictures he attached to his eHarmony profile, I thought he resembled H. Upon meeting him, the resemblance was absent. Maybe the resemblence was just wishful thinking on my part? At any rate, he has not emailed or called since the date and I doubt very highly that I will ever hear from him again thus following in the footsteps of every other date I have ever been on. When I joined eHarmony, I said as long as I get one date, the 100.00 fee will have been worth it. I don’t know if I still feel that way, but at least I did get something as opposed to nothing.
BTW I acted very nice and never once turned belligerent, thank you very much.

Samstag, Juli 12, 2003

I actually went out and had some fun last night. Lisa and I went out to eat. We left a little too late and the restaurant was packed. There was immediate room at the bar and we grabbed a seat. After we ordered, a man and his son walked over to the empty stools right near ours. The man said to his 7-year-old son, “Here son, I’ll let you sit next to the pretty girl, maybe you’ll get lucky.” I ignored the weird ass remark but couldn’t help turning to look at them. The kid stumbled back and I could tell he was embarassed. Ole Daddy then said, “Okay, I’ll sit next to the pretty girl, heh heh heh.” Then it got weird. The father pointed out and described the different beers to his son. “Ya see that, that’s Bud Lite, only pussies drink Bud Lite.” The kid said, “Can I have beer, Dad?” The father replied, “Not here, son.” Little later I heard the dad say, “Well, tomorrow is supposed to be a nice day, maybe I’ll take you to the Yuengling Brewery– supposedly they will let you drink all the beer you want if you pay for a tour.” Lisa and I left distressed and disturbed.
No longer hungry, we went into Philly to see Jet Lag at the Ritz Five. It’s a French Film with Jean Reno and Juliette Binoche. The reviews I read raved about it, but neither Lisa nor I thought it was particularly special. As much as I love to see foreign films, I hate the audience. There is always a group of people who feel the need to demonstrate their grasp of “culture” by laughing a little too loud and a little too long at mildly amusing situations within the movie. The laughs are forced and desperate. HO HO HA HA I GET IT! SEE, I AM SMART AND WORDLY, THIS IS HYSTERICAL HA HA HA! Pisses me off …but not nearly as much as a father training his son to be an alcoholic and womanizer.