I guess I'm not quite there yet, because I'm writing now to report on Tuesday's date. That was Date 1 with #1 Match Guy. So romantic, this one, that after not hearing from him for a few days, he texted "can you make tonight or tomorrow?". (Let me remind you, he also cancelled our first date!) I chose tomorrow, and literally had to write "same plan, same place?" since he was not including those pesky little details. To which he replied (he may be quoting Shakespeare here, I'm unsure...) "yep". Be still, my beating heart!
Indulge me for a minute while I rant about men and texting. Enabling a non-communicative, non-planning gender with a technology that allows for dates to be made and broken in fewer than five words is simply a disaster for women. And a dream come true for men. They used to have to call, hope to catch you, make five minutes of small talk, have some idea of what night works for them... No longer. They seem to think it's appropriate to manage it all with a few non-committal key strokes. At least with email there was tone! And greetings! And sign-offs! I try not to participate, but once they have your number, you are not safe. (Perhaps I am still bitter from being broken up with over text?)
Anyway, back to my date with #1. We met after work , and I was so breezy I didn't even bring a change of shoes. He was there first, looking even cuter than he did at Peet's, with dark frame glasses and a vintage western shirt. Oh dear, I thought to myself, as I am sucker for both. He was easy to chat with, comfortable in his own skin, mellow and confident. He is a biologist, but he also owns a website featuring fine-art photography, and he's also a guitarist, and, oh yeah, some time after attending Cal and living in Europe, he did stonemasonry for a few years. So, a true renaissance man. He had a very relaxed vibe, like a surfer. I liked him. I wasn't knocked off my feet, but I wasn't not either... (And besides, where did that ever get me?)
2 lovely drinks, then I excused myself to the loo. When I returned, he was chatting with another guy he knew. He had already closed our tab, but asked if I'd like to stay with him and Buddy Row for another drink. I decided to leave him wanting more and make my way home. He walked me out to say a proper goodbye (nice, gentlemanly) and said, in the grand tradition of all true romantics, "hit me up on text any time." Swoon! I replied "um, likewise...", and got a kiss on the cheek before my chariot arrived (muni #24) right on cue to whisk me home.
He texted last night to say "coffee tomorrow morn?", and I wrote back "happen to be off tomorrow" (we work in the same neighborhood, so he means before work) and waited for him to come back with another idea. Yeah, I'm still waiting...
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