Babysitting. On a School Night No Less

Alright, enough about peeps intentionally trying to make me feel bad while apparently deluding themselves into thinking otherwise.  I now return you to our regularly scheduled program.  Me!  And my delusions.  My delusions that I can actually pull off going out with someone who missed the entire one hit wonder generation of my beloved 80s music (or was at least too young to realize what he was missing).

Tonight is my hot date with the 6’2″ redheaded 30 year old.  Aside from 2 short e-mails off of match and countless short text messages, I’ve never spoken to him on the phone.  Is it wrong for me to be concerned that he might have a voice like Howdy Doody? 

You know how I like to have my dates choose the location for our 1st meeting (which is great for me as there is usually not a 2nd) 😉 .  It’s just how I roll.  I like to see what they select.  As  he’s new to town, he admitted, after offering to pick a place, that he really doesn’t know many places.  I’m going to cut him some slack.  He’s young.  Just as I might be a tad concerned about picking the ‘wrong’ place, all that really matters in the end is that wherever we go makes good drinks. 

I gave him a choice of 3 places.  1 I really like (click, you should be familiar), 1 I’m indifferent to, and 1 I’m not so fond of.  Yes, I know, a ridiculous little test.  In the end though, I’ve been to all 3 places, they all make decent martini’s, they all have patios, they would all be ‘good’ locations for trying to get to know someone.  It’s just that one is better than the others.  Lucky him.  He chose my favorite.  We’re meeting at 6.

I’m not sure what to wear.  Of course heels will be involved as he’s 6’2″ and I don’t get to wear my beloved heels all that much.  I can’t dress too, er, appealing as he is 30 for heaven’s sake.  What if he thinks I look like his mom?  Oh holy hell, that just creeped me out.  Honestly, I do hope that we get along and that I like him.  Sure, I hope that he likes me as well, but as we all know, I’m the one that never seems to like anyone past a 1st meeting.

And please everyone; I beg of you this one thing.  Just one.  I don’t ask for much, but this one could be a deal breaker for me.  No, not that his mom doesn’t drop him off at the bar.  No, not that the waitress doesn’t compliment me on what great manners my ‘son’ has.  Not even that he wears something other than tennis shoes and cargo shorts.  Please, for the love of god, do NOT have him declare that he’s an Alpha Male. 😉