So day 3 (and date #4) has already come and gone, meaning, wow! 10% of my 30-day challenge is already complete! Still, it seems like just (the day before) yesterday that I got this whole thing going… LOL
Today’s date came from eHarmony, and I had pretty low expectations. While the guys seemed nice on paper—29, air traffic controller, able to form complete sentences—the photos accompanying his online profile were…. Not so nice.
Almost every one involved a wacky, ‘fly like an airplane’ pose, or a Halloween (or Halloween-like) costume.
Still, I’m trying to be less superficial/judgmental/impossible for this challenge, so I didn’t close the match when I saw he wasn’t a hottie. He struck up a conversation, and soon enough, I found myself needing a date on a Monday, and he filled the gap.
(I usually leave it up to the guys to suggest getting together, but, in this case, I needed my daily date, so I suggested we go see a movie…and he actually said he was flattered by it! Who knew guys could appreciate a direct, go-get-him attitude!)
We met at Yard House at Town Square at 3 p.m. and had a few drinks. He arrived early and started drinking without me, but when I arrived, he switched from beer to whiskey and Coke… and I’m still not sure if that was a good sign or a bad one (!).
My first impressions of him were weak, and conversation was much the same. I found myself having to work to keep it going for the first while, but eventually (as the drinks went down), it got better. By the time the 4:45 showing of The Other Guys rolled around, we were fine. Buddies, even. We made our way from the bar to the theater, and enjoyed the show.
Still, it was clear to me that things would never progress beyond the “friends” stage. He was nice, but there were no sparks or any other signs of chemistry. Midway through the date, I found myself thinking about my girlfriends, wondering who might hit it off with him. (Kind of brutal, I know.)
After our date, he walked me to my car, even though a) it was still light out, b) we were at Town Square, a.k.a. the safest shopping complex in America, and c) he was parked in the opposite direction.
We hugged goodbye, I got in my car, then drove home.
We texted each other, saying it was nice to meet, we should do it again sometime, blah blah blah… but I think we both knew none of that would ever happen. He was being nice, and I reciprocated. But I haven’t heard from him since, and I’m totally fine with that. In fact, I’m fantastic with that—the guy I went for breakfast with on Saturday is still texting non-stop, and I don’t think I could handle two stalkers.