J.Crew top | Shorts from Thailand | Payless heels | Lia Sophia bracelet | Topshop sunglasses
Currently Listening To: Marco Demark feat Casey Barnes – Tiny Dancer (Deadmau5 Vocal Mix)
It seems as though plot twists are happening left, right and center for me lately. Once I think I have a handle on a situation a big sign plops down (much like in Mario Kart when you’re going the wrong way) and it illuminates “PLOT TWIST!”. Well, fuck. It’s not like they’re bad – it’s just not what I had expected. You know how that goes. The last we spoke I was about to film an episode for a dating show.. plot twist.. completely misinformed by the producers and what was being filmed wasn’t even a real episode but just a demo to shop to networks. It wasn’t a total loss – I met a really cool guy and got a free lunch out of it. A girl’s gotta eat!
I showed up wearing the one top I did not want to wear – and it was the only top I was allowed to wear. They emailed out very strict guidelines on what I could choose for an outfit which included only jewel tones. The girl that has a closet full of grey, white and black (one or two pieces of color) had to wear a jewel tone. I ran to my closet after reading the email and bulls-eyed the only jewel tone in my closet. A peplum blue tank from Topshop. I threw together an outfit that I felt was okay – definitely not feeling my best in it but it will do.
I walked to the Earls in Yaletown and was quickly scurried to the side by the producers to fill out my paperwork. Surrounded by all of the other romantic hopefuls that will be on dates I was picking them apart one by one – not my type, nice shoes, bad hair, he’s kinda cute. Turns out there was only 3 actual dates and everyone else were actors to fill the spaces.
“We’ll get you started shortly” said one of the producers and I immediately started to feel sick. “Almost ready for ya, Randa” – Oh, Jesus. “2 minutes”… okay I don’t think I wanna do this anymore. “Randa, come inside!” .. I’m gonna throw up! “Please don’t throw up” said one of the producers. Okay, I wasn’t REALLY going to throw up but my stomach was in major knots. They told me to walk up the stairs and stand on a white X and someone will tell me where to go from there. Alright, cool, I got this. What they didn’t tell me was the moment I start walking up the stairs the filming has begun and the person at the top who tells me where to go was actually a fake host of the restaurant who asked me “Are you on the list?” “What the fuck do you mean am I on the list?? You guys asked me to do this!!” … is what I said in my head. I muttered out “Yes, Randa.” – cue smile. I was sent into the restaurant practically blindfolded since I didn’t know who my date was – until – there he was. Already sitting at the table was the “not my type” from outside. He stood up to greet me with a hug and although he didn’t physically look like my type – the minute we hugged I knew we would click and have a wonderful time. Almost 3 hours passed by and we were having a blast with each other – totally hit it off!
He may not have been my type, looks wise, but he was my type once he spoke. Incredibly funny, kind hearted and intelligent. We spoke about quite a few things and learned a lot about each other. He’s a 34 year old Financial Adviser living in Yaletown on the water and a member of The Vancouver Club. No big deal, right? He was dressed to impress from an outfit the producers had approved and you could tell what he was wearing was expensive – not really the look I go for but he was well put together.
We asked for the cheque at the end of the meal and he was kind enough of pay. Nobody told us what to do when the “date” was “over” so we sat there confused until deciding to just leave and see what happens. We walked down the stairs and we were free to go… that was it. We exchanged numbers and spoke a little that day but then stopped responding. I think we both knew we’re not the right match.
Even if we did match I didn’t think I could fit time in for a 4th guy in my dating rotation. Since then I’ve had a second date with “Tall, Dark, Handsome & Recently Single” and “The Fashion Designer Who Wears His Heart On His Sleeve“. I’ve also realized that they’re not the right ones for me. I could go into a long list of reasons why but it’s taken a lengthy thought process and several pick me up conversations with Bria to realize that I actually have a great thing going with “The Best Friend Of My Friend’s Boyfriend” We have had four dates so far and I’m thinking this may actually go somewhere. I’m a little numb after so many downfalls that I’m looking at it with an objective eye so if it doesn’t work out then that’s life but I’m hoping for the best!
On another note, Happy Canada Day to all of my fellow Canadians!
Photos by Leonie.