No Rest For The Weary

So here's the thing- I am exhausted. I didn't realize this until 15 minutes in to my date with Alex last night. Alex is a 6'4" surfing cameraman for the 49ers. Sounds sexy, right? He looked so cute online, that I was willing to overlook the fact that he had a kid (just not my usual thing. Plus, since I am -ahem- not exactly a spring chicken myself, I figured I should be more inclusive, right?) Anyway, you know that blind date feeling when someone is walking toward you, and you're going "oh wait, really?". What was tall and muscular online was more like tall and gangly in person. The super thick blonde hair had been recently cropped way too short. The smoldering masculinity I was expecting was actually sort a of puppy-dog goofiness.

We met on the roof of a bar that had a truly stunning view of the city. Gorgeous! And FREEZING. What I am learning about San Franciscans is that they need to be outside ALL THE TIME. They don't care about how cold it is, or how many articles of North Face they have to wear, and they certainly don't care about their hair. Coming form the land of eternal sunshine, I find this particularly amusing, as Angelenos are never really out of doors (except when waiting for the valet.) I think I had rooftop drinks in LA exactly once. Anyway, I digress... Back to Alex. He had just come from winning a frisbee golf (!) tournament, and announced that because he won the pool of $40, "the first couple" drinks were on him. Oh dear. This was about the time that I realized that slippers and flannel pajamas sounded absolutely heavenly.

It wasn't really all my date's fault. This was my 6th date in 12 days. (Is that a record, btw?) I have had so many small talk conversations (LA vs. SF! my family/professional background! and, without fail: The Weather!) and had gotten dolled up so many times that I was a little bit drained. I was counting on the adrenaline rush of meeting up with a Scott Speedman lookalike to get me through it. When that wasn't the case, I suddenly realized that what I needed more than "so, do you have any brothers and sisters?" was a night off. But I hung in there for a couple of hours and a couple of drinks. Dennis made some odd remarks about avoiding girls with alcoholic fathers (without knowing one thing about mine), how expensive the bill was, and kept referring to his son as "my boy". Okay...TTG?

Once I made it home, I snuggled into those flannels, and did what every girl with 3 sangrias and a mediocre date in her system would: I put on SATC and texted the ex. And then I got my much needed rest.

(**Not too much rest, though! Tonight is Date 3 w/ Nick and tomorrow is a another first date!)