the japanese guy

(i realize that the way i'm writing this blog makes it sound as if all these dates are like back-to-back, and they're not. i'm just recounting them when i have time, and the idea to start a blog didn't hit me until recently. so there!)

japanese guy isn't actually japanese. he's a white, tall (like 6'4" tall), skinny, nerdy guy. if you're detecting a pattern, it's because there is one. i most definitely have a type. anyway, we decide to go for coffee, also at tim's. japanese guy drives a japanese fire truck, built by honda. i shit you not. the thing is bright red and totally old school looking. the driver sits on the right hand side of the car. since the truck is so badass, we decide to take a page from one of my winnipeg friends and go on a drive to nowhere. neither of us have been to langdon (it's not that special) so off we go. i'm pretty stoked to be in this badass red firetruck type thing. apparently it can't go faster than 100 kms, and it reminds you of such when you reach that speed with a really loud beeping noise. awesome. anyone who knows me knows how much i love driving slowly.

so we're talking, and talking, and talking and driving and driving and driving, and i'm thinking that it's going pretty well. my coffee is finished, and by this point we're back in calgary driving down 16th ave. he keeps talking about japan, though. and as fascinated as i am by japanese culture, it's just not something that i'm able to talk at any length about. i find people who stick to one topic fairly irritating, especially when the topic is one that both people aren't able to participate in. we end up sitting in the firetruck overlooking the city. it's a lovely night.

eventually he drops me off at my car, and we agree to hang out again. we get to do so one more time.

now, i'm pretty perceptive 99% of the time - although lately, my douche filter has been a little off. (i've enlisted the help of a magician for my own personal safety - she knows who she is) japanese guy and i agree to meet for dinner on a tuesday. monday night, i text asking if we're still on. "i sure hope so," he replies. tuesday afternoon, i text to make a plan. i get a short response: "actually, i forgot i had to work so i'm going to have to cancel." uhhhh huh.

"haha, are you just not that into me?" i teasingly text back. "i have to tell you something. it's too long to text. i'll send you an email." no word of a lie - this is his response.

i'm going to copy the email verbatum into this blog entry, because to summarize would simply not do it justice. keep in mind when you read it that we've gone on two dates at this point. absolutely not serious.

Sorry for being distant.
THere is actually a good reason and I do feel badly for it. I had mentioned to you that I speak to someone from Japan every morning. Actually the person in Japan is a woman I have been dating for more than year. I enjoyed being with you, but I am ridden with guilt about my actions. I am sorry.

It is really good to be able to speak with someone who gets all the stupid little internet references I do and has an awesome sense of humor, but at the end of the day, I am commited to someone else.

I have spoken to my girlfriend about this, and things are rough but fixable. There is no excuse for my actions and I know I was not fair to either of you.Please accept my sincere apologies. I let bad judgment get the better of me.

yep. that's what he wrote.

so now i feel bad for being "the other woman" despite my complete ignorance to such a standing. he's a dumbass for telling her, and i honestly hope she kicks him to the curb. any man willing to join a dating site while he has a girlfriend, long distance or otherwise, is up for the douche of the year prize.

le sigh!

sweet ass firetruck, tho.