So I tried something new this week. I had originally decided to make a game of choosing my next date, allowing you all to pick one for me. However, of the options presented, the only one that was actually in the area was the prospect that most people told me to avoid. The other two are still out of the country, but I’m not counting them out just yet. So instead of going out with the tool (that was the general consensus on Bachelor #1), I thought it might be interesting to do a series of dates….one each night for a week. These are their stories….Duh Duh. (That was a Law & Order: SVU reference for those of you not in the know.)
Monday night: I met up with a local lawyer for drinks at City Bar. Unfortunately there’s not too much to say about this one. The date went well, with no big surprises or awkward conversation. Somewhat refreshing, considering my recent string of unfortunate encounters. I was also able to use him as a sounding board for some of my current legal issues, so that was convenient.
Tuesday night: I made plans to meet a self-proclaimed nerd who was in town from Utah for a conference. After having a few Cinco De Mayo drinks with a friend, I ended up meeting this guy at another bar for a couple beers. He was a bit late, but I didn’t really care too much since I was already a few margaritas deep. When he got to the bar, it was nice to see that he actually looked like his picture and was a bit of a Jason Segel look-alike. Shockingly, we ended up having a good conversation. I found out he was Mormon and having recently been told about a certain premarital sexual activity (and also having had a few drinks), I had to ask to see if it was legit. And yes, “soaking” is actually a thing they do sometimes. Of course, bringing this up on a date eventually led us down the rabbit hole of sexual innuendos. Since it was a Tuesday and he was leaving to go home the next day, we closed out the tab and parted ways. All in all, it wasn’t a bad time.
Wednesday night: Since Sunday, I had been chatting with a charming gentleman from France, making plans to meet up before he went home on Thursday. He seemed interesting enough, although he made his intentions clear early on. However, not being one to give in to peer pressure (not all the time, anyway), I knew that if we were to meet, he would most likely not end up getting what he was expecting. But anyway, come Wednesday, I was already pretty exhausted, between the late nights on dates and a particularly arduous personal training session. I ended up falling asleep on my couch while in the middle of a crossword puzzle (yes, I’m a bit of a geek) and woke up around 10pm to crawl into bed. Waking up the next day, I found that I had missed a few texts, asking if we were still getting together. Thinking about it that morning, the old saying “nothing good ever happens after midnight” (or after 2am, if you are a HIMYM fan) stuck out to me. Except in this case it would be “nothing PG-13 ever comes from starting a date after 10pm.”
…Here is where I might have bit off a bit more than I anticipated…
Thursday night #1: After chatting with a guy from OKC on Sunday, we made plans to get together for a drink at Eastern Standard around 8pm. He seemed really nice, and I found out he was a Harvard Business School student, originally from outside of Belfast. Before we met up, I was anticipating a think Irish accent, and was really looking forward to just listening to him talk. However, it was a bit disappointing to find out that since he’d been here for some time, the accent wasn’t really noticeable anymore. We ended up having a few drinks and chatting. Eventually he told me about his 145 first cousins (no seriously, 145 of them), which is insane to me, having only 1 from both sides. Chatting about the topic of family and kids, I got the impression that although he wasn’t trying to have them now, he could see babies in his somewhat near future. It was around this point I suggested we grab the check because I was starting to get tired….
Thursday night #2: Once the tab on the first date was settled, I text the super attractive guy I had started talking to earlier in the day. We had originally planned to meet up before my first date, but had to push it back because of his work…. Out of all the dates I’ve had recently, this one was the best, but I’m hesitant to write too many details. I told him about this blog and promised I wouldn’t divulge too much. I’ll just say this though: It was a fantastic date and I’m really looking forward to seeing him again.
Friday night: I saved this night for my family and ended up visiting with my Dad (and aunt, uncle, cousin, and cousin-in-law). After an exhausting week of dating, it was nice to do something other than make small talk about my work, hobbies, etc.
Saturday night: This was the first time I had a second date since I started this whole thing. That’s right. In over a month of dating, until last night, I’d only had first dates. So I decided to meet up with the lawyer from Monday night again, and we had another nice date. Again, nothing outrageous to talk about here, so I’m sorry to disappoint. Following the date, I immediately passed out on my couch around 10pm.
The moral of this story: dating is fucking exhausting. Not only am I completely pooped physically, but I had a hard time finding any humor to put into this entry. Sorry, guys.
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