Though my last two drink-less dates were duds, I would not be discouraged. I had matched with a most eligible bachelor and we decided to meet for a "drink" in my neighborhood. I walked the mile or so and was pleasantly surprised to see him outside as early as I was. He was haaaandsome. And well-dressed. And I was instantly attracted to him. I have a good feeling about this one.
We sat at the bar and I kindly informed him that I was in the midst of my dry month, but he was more than welcome to order a drink. He insisted that tea sounded great so we got two cups at the bar like we were too classy for that joint.
From there, the conversation flowed as easily as the jasmine green. He was well-traveled and knew enough about the world to provide an ample exchange. Had I found the one? The one with potential? He had climbed to Everest's base camp, climbed MT. Kilimanjaro, traveled to many countries, and ventured on several solo trips because friends wouldn't accompany him. I was already making a mental list of our future travel destinations. He had booked a solo trip to Japan on a whim and I was impressed by his self-assurance and gusto. I could get behind this.
In addition to the travel, he was also a nerd. But he's a sexy, socially normal nerd. Ugh. SOLD. He worked in IT and could easily joke about the nerd level of his coworkers (LARP, anyone). If you don't know about LARPing, we're likely friends. I joked about my coworker who brought a homemade chain mail shirt to the office. We have so much in common!
I felt so at ease with him that I talked about my interests in the symphony and the opera and he responded that he'd like to go. He had, in fact, just gone to the museum with a friend over the weekend. He had more innate culture than all of the perpetual bachelor frat boys combined. I asked about food. This could be a dealbreaker. While he couldn't call himself much of a cook, he did enjoy a variety of cuisine and was open to new experiences. Indian? Mediterranean? Korean? He was up for trying it.
This first date was going extremely well. I think he noted my shock as some point. Do you go on bad dates? Oh, do I! I shared the worst date story of the archives (spectrum guy who mentioned his penis) and he thought it was hilarious. I couldn't believe I was being my full self on a first date without any alcohol-fueled false premise. The weekday date went on for almost 3 hours (!) and I felt like I could have talked to him all night.
When we were leaving, he said we should hang out again and I began planning our future life together.
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