Day 2 started late—I slept in!—and the day’s date was a short one.
Again, it was with a guy who I met online, and through the same site I used to connect with my first two dates. (I’m currently on three sites, but this one has proved to be instant gratification—I signed up for it on Friday, and had multiple date requests that night!!).
Day two’s date was the second time that I knew who my online match was. (The other one was a local DJ who I know, but we’ve only exchanged messages at this point; we haven’t gone on an actual date.) Well, in this case, I didn’t know him, but I knew who he was, which made it a little weird, I guess, but not really.
(Sorry, guys, but I’m not going to tell you who he is. I don’t want to reveal the identities of any of my dates—regardless of their celebrity, or lackthereof. I don’t need any negative karma, or people made at me for naming names or, god forbid, kissing and telling! But feel free to connect the dots and wager a guess or two!)
Mystery man #3 and I started off exchanging messages online, but after a few notes, he gave me his number so I texted him, and the dialogue continued from there. He texts early in the morning (early being 7 or 8 a.m.) which helped remind me that, thank god! he doesn’t work in nightlife.
He texted me on Sunday morning asking if I’d like to meet for coffee, and I agreed. Starbucks, no big deal. Low pressure. Fantastic. It all sounded simple enough, right? Well, I went to the wrong coffee place! Because apparently I’m a moron (!). *sigh*
I arrived early and texted him to say I was there, and he texted back, saying he was just pulling in. “No worries,” I said, “I brought a magazine, just in case.”
After leafing through 15 or so pages, I got to wondering where he was, and it was then that I realized I was at the wrong Starbucks. Ugh! I called him to apologize, and explained that I was on my way. Thankfully, I was only a few minutes away from where we were supposed to meet—but I still felt like a complete idiot. Thankfully, though, he was really nice about it, and didn’t make a fuss.
We had decent enough conversation, but I felt like I kind of bored him. He seemed like he had adult A.D.D.—very fidgety, high-energy, and the conversation was pretty fast-paced. Oh well. I guess it couldn’t have been that bad (or perhaps it was all in my head?) because after it was over, he asked if I’d like to get together again. (I said yes.)
Previous to the second (and real) date invitation, he had explained—a few times—how he had found dating in Las Vegas nearly impossible, and that he tends to ask girls to meet him for coffee first,as a sort of pre-real-date screening method (my words, not his). This helps him weed out the crazies/losers/bimbos/boring people before he bothers investing his time (and money) in a proper date. Maybe I should have been offended, but I wasn’t. In fact, I thought it was smart!
Now, I realize I just said that I agreed to go on a second date with him, so perhaps I should clarify the rules of this 30 dates with 30 guys in 30 days thing: Repeats don’t count toward the 30—but repeats are allowed. So! If date #2 (or #3 or #4…) happens with this guy (or anyone else! There’s a few super cuties in my eHarmony queue!), that’s fine—and I’ll tell all of you about them!
My coffee date with man #3 didn’t last long, but while it was short, it was rather sweet and even promising—better than the first two, that’s for sure. He was smart, articulate, funny and full of life.
He was also a little touchy-feely—especially considering we had just met, and talked for all of, oh, 45 minutes—but not in a creepy way, so I gave him a pass. Normally, that’d be grounds for dismissal, but in this case, it somehow didn’t seem out of place. Hmmm…. stay tuned!