I had my fifth date lined up several days in advance, but the day before, he shot me a text warning he might have to go out of town for business at the last minute. I wasn’t sure if it was cold feet, or what, but I figured there was a pretty good chance that he was going to flake on me, and flake on me is precisely what he did. At about 3 p.m. that afternoon—Brutal! But, hey! At least he didn’t stand me up!
Even though I’m one date ahead of schedule (thanks to the double-whammy on Day 1) I was left scrambling to find a date to make sure I maintained my lead. Luckily, a last-minute hail-Mary came through…. And what a hail-Mary it was!
Once again, I met the guy online. (So far, all of my dates have come from online dating sites.) I had talked to him on the phone for about an hour and a half that afternoon, and he sounded great—articulate, funny and super interesting. Conversation flowed and flowed—gushed, even—and, even though he had plans with a friend later that night, we agreed to keep in touch, and see if getting together would work out.
Luckily for dateless me, it did! (And, while I waited for my phone to ring, I met and proceeded to chat-up a cute guy who invited me to his pool party this weekend! But I digress…)
Now, I already said he was super interesting, but I also should have said adventurous. He was no dinner-or-drinks-and-a-movie dater.
He asked me about massage places in Chinatown, and I told him my favorite one was Pure Foot Spa. (It’s amazing!) He said that he had heard of it before; that he saw it on Yelp, in the #2 spot. Still, he said the reviews about the #1-ranked massage place were better, and that he wanted to check that one out, too.
He proposed we both go for massages, separately, at the #1 and #2 spots, then compare notes over drinks. His treat, he said.
Um, did someone say “free massage?” I was down.
Unfortunately, all of this transpired rather late at night, and as he arrived at my favorite place, they were closing. I didn’t know this, though, and received my massage at the other place while he, unbeknownst to me, searched for a different place that was well-regarded on Yelp. (He wasn’t looking for a Happy Ending, he said.)
Well, let me tell you: Pure Foot Spa is still my favorite place, by far. Perhaps my masseuse at the other place is a member of the B-squad, but she wasn’t that good. AND, the kicker: Despite his offer, my date didn’t pick up the bill. Which was OK, of course, but would’ve been more OK if the massage was actually a good one. Oh well.
We still met for drinks afterward, at a dive bar on Las Vegas Boulevard called Dino’s.
We were two of about a dozen people in the place, and sat at the bar. He had arrived before me, and was playing video poker when I got there.
Once again, my date wasn’t all that cute. He was more “cuddly” (meaning big boned, not touchy-feely) than I expected (or wanted) but we still hung out and had a good time. He really is a nice guy, and we have a lot in common. He loves to explore and try new things (get your minds out of the gutter! I meant restaurants and stuff!) and even though he’s from the Bay Area, he’s in Vegas a lot, for business.
Is he the one? No. But I will hang out with him again, as a friend… if he’s cool with that.
Oh, and for the record, when I got up the next morning, I woke up to a bunch of apologetic text messages from him, all frantically apologizing for not paying for the massage, as promised. It just slipped his mind, he insisted, and he said he wanted to pay me back, since it was his suggestion, etc.
I told him not to worry about it.
He asked if I wanted to get together that day, but I told him I had to work, which was the truth. And speaking of work, I should probably get back to it. As much fun as blogging is, it doesn’t pay the bills.