Shoot. I bet you all thought I was going to say ‘bang’, right? Although I’ve had a lot of interest on both dating sites (yes, I know, I’m like that shiny new gym membership that no one cares about after the 1st 2 weeks of the new year), I’ve only just gone on my 1st date. With a guy that I had some great phone conversations with and funny text message exchanges. Maybe we should have left it at that. I have decided that I’m going to ‘dress’ for dates this year. As in, actually put some effort into what I’m wearing and attempt to look pretty instead of throwing on whatever is closest and clean(ish). Ha! While I never dressed poorly for dates (well, I actually did for a couple ~ TD being one of them!), I usually went for casual over pretty. This year, as it was recommended to me
by a ginormous douchebag that I try to be ‘more romantic’, I have opted to look like a girl. And a pretty one at that. Well, as pretty as I can manage, but that’s neither here nor there. So in I walk in black skinny jeans, a pretty v-neck cashmere sweater and some killer heels that I can’t walk for shit in. I was early, on purpose, thanks to not being able to properly walking in said heels and being afraid of face planting in the bar. I grabbed a seat at the bar after having a hysterical back and forth with the darling floor manager (who sadly, was only about 5’2″) and texted my date that I was there.
And in he walks. All 6’2″ of him. Glasses, weak chin and nervous tick. Damn. He was very sweet and as we had discussed my love of all things vodka, he gave me a little wrapped package. No people, not that kind of package. It was 2 little yummy vodka bottles. Chopin and Kettle One Cirtoen. Very sweet. I talked. I laughed. I drank. I put on my patented ‘GG show’ as he wasn’t saying much. He just kinda sat there. I tried soooo hard to like him. If nothing else, he works for a liquor distributor and they get hooked up with amazing event tickets all the time. And he has a big group of friends. And I could potentially be invited to one/many of these events. And potentially meet/like/fall in love with one of his friends. But that wouldn’t be fair to him; my actual date. So instead of just agreeing with him and saying how much I adore hair bands from the 80s and going to sporting events, I did the opposite and made up excuses why I didn’t like those things. Sure, I honestly can’t stand heavy metal, but they’re going to Pink next month for shit’s sake and who doesn’t love a
free good concert? Apparently, according to what I said, I don’t. Nor, apparently, do I like going to sporting events which is actually a big fat lie because I am a big fan of concession stand hot dogs and $14 draft beers! But I didn’t do it. I didn’t want to take advantage of his good nature when I knew that I wasn’t interested. So I cut the date short, thanked him, gave him a big hug and left it at that. And proceeded to go pick up dinner from Pei Wei. With my little vodka bottles still firmly secured in my pocket.
Is it bad that while I was waiting for him at the bar that I was texting with 2 others guys from Match? And have a coffee
interview date set up with one of them for Sunday afternoon? 😉