Date 77 - Back in the Saddle
I met J at Speed Hating a few weeks back. He's fair haired, attractive and mild. His demeanor was almost as flat as a can of Coke left open overnight. Sweet, but no bubbles whatsoever. Then again, I wasn't in my best form the day we met, so I was happy to give him the benefit of the doubt; maybe he was just tired. Besides, 4 minutes is barely long enough to say hello, let alone get to know someone.
I was glad when he showed up as a match. Maybe a little surprised - it can be really hard to predict who will take an interest.
I've been slammed at work lately. Even my mother was starting to inquire if I would ever date again in this lifetime. So when J called me to make plans, I didn't hesitate to call him back, even though it was a Friday night and I was on my way out for drinks and dinner with colleagues in from Europe.
Before this crazy job I might have waited awhile to return his call. I wouldn't have wanted to seem overeager or too available. Now, I don't have time to care. Besides, I wanted to get something set up while he still remembered me. Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin'... into the future. I was dead set on making this happen, even if I had to cram it into an hour.
We arranged a mid-week lunch and I finnagled a way to meet him in between taking my dog to the vet, teleconferences and dental appointments. I walked in the door of P.F. Chang's and there he was. MUCH cuter than I recalled. A quick hug and friendly greeting and we were off to our table, his hand ever-so-gently guiding me on the small of my back. Smooth.
Our waiter was hilarious. I think he's got previous work experience from a Disney park. We listened to a well rehearsed spiel about his sauce making ability and he continued to use his tour guide demeanor through out the meal.
The conversation was light. The food was yummy; I was happy to share my orange peel shrimp with him. As an attorney, J is going to have no problem relating to my work hours, but with his pricey home in the rolling hills on the upper NW side of town, he might not relate to my financial philosophy. Comparatively, my lifestyle could be considered white trash. Afterall, Hank and Peggy Hill live right next door to me - diggy-dang-dong-ding.
I had no chance to offer to split the check. J adroitly placed his card in the folio at almost the instant it arrived. He mentioned wanting to get together again soon when he got back to Austin (he was flying out that afternoon). We walked out to our cars and parted ways.
I was glad when he showed up as a match. Maybe a little surprised - it can be really hard to predict who will take an interest.
I've been slammed at work lately. Even my mother was starting to inquire if I would ever date again in this lifetime. So when J called me to make plans, I didn't hesitate to call him back, even though it was a Friday night and I was on my way out for drinks and dinner with colleagues in from Europe.
Before this crazy job I might have waited awhile to return his call. I wouldn't have wanted to seem overeager or too available. Now, I don't have time to care. Besides, I wanted to get something set up while he still remembered me. Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin'... into the future. I was dead set on making this happen, even if I had to cram it into an hour.
We arranged a mid-week lunch and I finnagled a way to meet him in between taking my dog to the vet, teleconferences and dental appointments. I walked in the door of P.F. Chang's and there he was. MUCH cuter than I recalled. A quick hug and friendly greeting and we were off to our table, his hand ever-so-gently guiding me on the small of my back. Smooth.
Our waiter was hilarious. I think he's got previous work experience from a Disney park. We listened to a well rehearsed spiel about his sauce making ability and he continued to use his tour guide demeanor through out the meal.
The conversation was light. The food was yummy; I was happy to share my orange peel shrimp with him. As an attorney, J is going to have no problem relating to my work hours, but with his pricey home in the rolling hills on the upper NW side of town, he might not relate to my financial philosophy. Comparatively, my lifestyle could be considered white trash. Afterall, Hank and Peggy Hill live right next door to me - diggy-dang-dong-ding.
I had no chance to offer to split the check. J adroitly placed his card in the folio at almost the instant it arrived. He mentioned wanting to get together again soon when he got back to Austin (he was flying out that afternoon). We walked out to our cars and parted ways.
posted by Master Dater @ 6:02 PM
2 Comments:
At 10:08 AM,
Anonymous said…
I dated a guy who was so quick on the draw with the bill that his card was in the folio before I even realized he'd gotten his wallet out. It was smooth. The "bill toggle" is interesting. That guy almost got offended if I paid for something. A few others I've dated shrug it off. I continue to try to pay for my share. Que Sera.
At 10:04 PM,
Anonymous said…
Hi MD,
Was it difficult to remember what certain guys looked like as you had to tick them all? Hoping you didn't come face to face with the ones you thought were annoying.
This guy sounds like a nice one, a sincere gentalman. And not an immature rat that only want one thing and doesn't care to treat the women respectfully.
Hope you managed to go on another date with this one. I like the idea or breakfast for a date, not so posh and proper and uncomfortable as a dinner date. And not so expensive if they don't offer to shout- i know i sound cheap, but being a uni student these things are important to plan for when you are living to a strict budget.
Regards, A
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