Okay, so I’m starting to write this before I’ve even left. As we all know I needed a tremendous attitude adjustment before leaving for my date (and to not allow TD to ruin this for me too even though he’s not even around), it was decided that I needed a pre happy hour cocktail. Yeah, that pretty much means that I’d start drinking at 2. In the afternoon. On a Friday. This would normally not be an issue for me, but as we were meeting at a very nice Mexican restaurant where I’d be enjoying tequila soaked beverages, I didn’t think mixing that with vodka cocktails would be a good idea. For some reason I don’t think he’d find my throwing up on him charming. Go figure. Oh wait, did you just say ‘who he’? Well, I’ll get to that later. Let’s just suffice it to say that it was neither the creepy guy with the skull vein nor was it TD. Or the teacher. Or any of the other guys that were dumb enough to let me go. Or who I was smart enough/picky enough/stupid enough to let go. This was someone new. And we all know how it’s usually just a recipe for disaster when I get excited about meeting someone. Here’s hoping this is the date that changes all of that …………. 😉
So I went to meet The Ginger tonight. We had been e-mailing and texting almost non-stop for the past 2 days. I very much liked him as he was funny and witty and didn’t wait 3 hours to respond to a text. 🙂 We arranged to meet at 3pm today at a very nice Mexican restaurant that he chose. I got there early (because I always seem to be early) and grabbed a seat at the bar next to a really funny couple asking if I was there alone. I told them that I was meeting an internet date and the look of horror that crossed their faces was priceless. They told me that if I needed help, to act like we were old friends. I told them that I’d be fine as I was really looking forward to meeting The Ginger. Or at least the physical specimen of The Ginger that he presented online. As a shorter, little-r, older version of the cutie I saw online came in I sighed. Damn.
He sat down and we enjoyed some cocktails and chips, the conversation was fine (mainly because I was just shooting off questions to him) and he apparently loves to talk. He apparently doesn’t love to ask questions though. He is terrified of getting into a relationship. I didn’t inform him of that fact, but when he told me about the woman that he had to break up with as she seemed more into him than he was of her after 2 months and he was afraid she was going to think that they were in a relationship (really? after 2 months?), I knew. Duh. He was ‘fine’. The conversation was ‘fine’. The whole thing was ‘fine’. Too bad I’m not looking for ‘fine’.
I think the best part of the date was when he excused himself to the bathroom and the couple next to me tapped me on the shoulder and, in unison, yelled ‘NO, NO, NO’. Kinda wish they had stayed longer as I would have loved to hang out with them. As it was though they paid their tab and left right as The Ginger returned from the restroom. And 2 minutes before The Ginger announces that he needs to go to a store that closes at 6 to pick up a box for a watch he bought the other day. Uhm, what? Is that anything like having a friend call to tell you that your house is on fire? I wish he would have layed that doozy on me 5 minutes earlier and I would have asked the fun couple next to me to stay and hang out. Sadly, they were gone and my ‘fine’ date was over. We walked to the parking garage together, he gave me a hug and told me, as 95% of my dates do, ‘I had fun’. I think that’s the kiss of death. No, I wasn’t interested in him either but it sure would be nice one of these days to have some guy actually want to see me again so that I can have the opportunity to decide instead of having the decision made for me. So annoying. 😉