Date #2 – 9/1/12
Lose-E-Anna (or Jarrod) is new to Houston and told me on our first date, that he wanted to experience Houston’s museums.
Since he wanted to hang out and had a lot of time, I decided to take him to the Contemporary Arts Museum – Houston (CAMH) and the Museum of Fine Arts – Houston (MFAH). We met near Beltway 8 and 290, around noonish, so that we could drive together in one car. He lives in BFE (Kingwood) and I live in RFF-BFE (on the other side of town).
When he picked me up, he said he was hungry. “Let’s do lunch,” he said. “Sure,” I said.
I googled restaurants and asked him what he was hungry for. He picked burgers.
Somehow, we ended up on Washington Avenue and as I searched for “burgers” on Google’s Map, The Counter came up. We went, we ate, we liked.
The Counter has a unique burger menu. He had the veggie burger and I had a build-your-own, with a lettuce melody and sprouts on provolone. We split an order of my favorite snack: sweet potato fries. The food was delicious! So…shout out to The Counter!
After lunch, we set sail on our museum adventure and arrived there just before 2 p.m. It was raining. Fun! He left me borrow his umbrella though. Sweet. : )
Once inside, CAMH didn’t really amuse him…in fact, I think he hated it. Technically…it might have been the worst museum he’s ever been to. The CAMH, is really only for the eccentric and quirky, and he is not. The only thing he did like, was the gift shop.
But…contemporary art museums can be a little weird for first-timers and so I didn’t really think anything of it. My parents used to take me [often] when I was younger; so the traveling exhibit, not even the weirdo, naked pictures of men and women, scared me off. Hmm, does that mean I’m a weirdo?
Once outside, he couldn’t stop talking about paintings. “I really only like paintings when it comes to art.” I was going to suggest the Science Museum, but since he was Mr. Chatty Kathy about paintings, I directed him to the fine arts museum.
Side Note: I love art in it’s many forms and realize that it’s not for everyone. Clearly.
When we were there, he didn’t want to go through any of the special collections. In fact, whenever I stopped and wanted to look…he complained. He was strictly a paintings guy and that’s it. I’d stop and walk into the Glassel Collections of African, Indonesian & Pre-Columbian Gold and he’d talk (loudly), interupt (me) and/or complain that he didn’t really care about “this stuff.”
He could have cared less about the Collection of Japanese Art, the Scandinavian Design, the Latin American Art Collection, or the various curatorial departments. Those forms of art weren’t “his thing.” In fact, he didn’t think it was art at all.
So we went through the paintings. And here’s where I started to hate him.
I took him to a section of paintings and pointed out the artists who were famous for their impressionism.
As Wikipedia states: it’s a 19th century art movement that originated with a group of Paris-based artists who violated the rules of academic painting. You can learn more here.
Mom = art lover and painter herself. Daughter = educated in art.
Anyways…I began talking about Cassatt, Bazille, Monet, Renoir and he stopped me in mid-paragraph and stated that he didn’t care who the artists were, what they did or, why they were famous. Instead, he said he only liked the paintings that he liked, and thought would look good in his home (speaking of décor).
Why go to a museum? Museums are meant to look, teach, educate, inspire. If the only reason why you’re going to a museum is to see what you’d like on your walls because one particular painting has your favorite color in it…sorry…but that’s a shitty reason to go.
Am I being a bitch? Or an art snob?
When he got to eat his cake (see his type of artwork), he was ready to go. And dinner came next. We went to Pappadeaux and had yummy (of course) seafood. At least dinner was good. Conversation seemed okay too. He kept going on and on about how he liked certain aspects of art (paintings) and how he didn’t think [any] photography or the contemporary arts museum was considered art.
Boy is obviously not cultured.
Long story short…we made it through dinner [and his conversations] and then he decided he wanted dessert. I did too. I mean, hell, I AM a woman. Where did we go? None other than House of Pies. We decided on two flavors and then he added another one to the mix and shared. Because we had gotten there kind of late…it was about 10 p.m., we must have not gotten any fresh pies. It was almost like they had been sitting out a little too long. But since I am a girl, and because I have a love for all things pie, and because he has a love for all things sweet…we agreed that we’d try it again. You know…to not write it off.
At this point in the dating game…I’ve realized that the only thing we have in common is that we like to do stupid, but fun stuff (go carts, exploring, people watching, etc), and we both like to eat and try new restaurants.
The moral of this story is: Friends? Yes. Lovers? (as in a relationship…) No.
And, I’ll tell you EXACTLY why in Part Quatre.