I had a buddy of mine read my blog recently.
His response, "I hope you never go on a second date so I can keep reading these.
JK your eggs are freezing. I hope you find the checklist man ASAP!"
Those two lines pretty much sum up my feelings about this blog. After date 5's revelations, I needed to get back into first date mode. I texted a guy from match (we'd be going back and forth rescheduling dates) and set-up something for the following day. Once again, I did little research on the guy, but assumed he'd either be super douchey or a complete asshole from his pictures. Set the bar low.
We met for a dinner date, which I usually try to avoid, but a girl's got to eat! He arrived early (well done) and I instantly recognized him at the bar.
He was impeccably dressed (dare I say more so than I)which I appreciated; he was even wearing a jacket and pocket square. I'm telling you, gentlemen, put some effort into your appearance as it truly does go a long way. Aside from him clothes, he also had really nice skin. I've been toying with the Botox idea so I'm constantly checking out other people's wrinkles and I'm pretty sure he wasn't a newcomer.
We had a pre-dinner drink at the bar and slowly worked through our conversation. We discussed our days, both of which included working out, and then he mentioned the C word. Crossfit. Oh, you took your first class today? Oh, where did you go? Oh, MY FUCKING GYM?!? Slight panic ensued. I'm all for a guy trying out a new gym. I even encourage more guys to try crossfit. I do not, however, choose to shit where I sleep. Although I frequent a male-heavy hour at the gym, I never consider dating any of them because I wouldn't want to ruin my me-time. I told the guy that he was never, ever allowed to come at x hour because I owned it. I take these things very seriously.
We moved onto our reservation and cozied up in a corner booth. We had some things in common though as per usual, I was in the driver's seat with the conversation. I found out he'd lived abroad and had traveled throughout parts of Europe. He now owns his own company and finds himself traveling domestically and golfing frequently. I guess if I discussed his job, I was partially uninspired to ask other questions. I wouldn't mind being a golf wife. He then asked me about my job (boring) and asked me about coaching. I don't recall how I responded, but I certainly recall his follow-up.
Guy: Hey, I know this is really random, but I knew a girl who coached lacrosse. Or at least she used to.
Me: The lacrosse community is pretty small.
Guy: You might not know her. I don't remember her last name, but her first name is....
Me: Um. She and I have been coaching together for the last 10 years.
I kid you not. Apparently, she was good friends with one of his friends and they go way back to college days. I immediately texted my friend to get some recon work. I think this common connection was the true ice-breaker and I became a bit more open-minded to the whole experience. I laughed a bit more easily and enjoyed the date more.
As we were leaving, I saw a (now-married) ex leaving the restaurant at the same time. I sprinted and took my date with me. Yep, I'm a total weirdo and hate ex run-ins. He was a good sport about it and continued to walk me to my car. He kissed me goodnight, then proceeded to try to makeout with me on the street. No, thank you.
We parted ways. I got home and into bed. I get a text response from my friend.
"I think we made out once."
I text the guy. No, I wouldn't normally do that post-date, but we were awaiting this text.
He laughs and says something like it was 19 years ago.
Another text from my friend. "I'm pretty sure he's engaged."
Brilliant.
I text him to that effect.
He says he told me that he was in a very serious relationship and it's a long story. I assume he's no longer engaged.
I don't count on a second date. Dating is HARD!
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