Gaining experience…one date at a time…
I think I am getting the hang of dating. I have
tried different ways of blowing guys off, both worked! I have my date
outfits set, and keep finding new ones. I am able to talk and text these
guys without a lot of coaching. This was a big step. Co was doing
all of this for me in the beginning. Also, I am having a lot of fun
writing about my dates. It makes me feel like even if the date was a
bust, I can still get something out of it and laugh about it later. Some
of my friends are used to my “stream of conscious emails” as I like to call
them. Now I have actual things to write about. See how nice it is
to be a teacher? I have a lot of free time to do this stuff.
Name: Bam
Age: 30
Met: I bugged my friend to set me up with one of her
fiancé's friends.
She has in the past, although it only lasted 2 dates.
I wasn't fully ready to date at the time. I want to feel as
uncomfortable as possible at her wedding, so I'm going to date all their
friends. (Another example of me accomplishing this is I called her older
brother a fox, like an old Jewish woman might. I also really stand by this
description of him. He is super foxy, and married.)
She remembered one of their friends was single, I saw
his pics on
Facebook, he is cute so I gave the go ahead (some of
these pictures were shirtless, he is pretty fit…). She messaged him to
look me up and get back to her. He surprised us all by skipping the
middleman and messaging me directly. I was super impressed.
My friend’s description of Bam was
“very nice guy who can hold a conversation” “really nice and
easygoing” “really nice guy.” This was quite a build up. I
was expecting to meet the NICEST MAN ALIVE. Also, she told me to “get
after it,” which I love love love.
We spoke on the phone and we had a
lot to talk about. He likes TV- me too! He is witty and smart- me too!
We spoke a second time, and this is so cute... I think he researched
current events so we had things to talk about. Colorado fires, Florida
floods. Sadly I did not know about either, being too preoccupied with the new
kit kat topping at 16 handles, the tomkat breakup, looking at myself in the
mirror (Everyone does it. You know you do too), and sleeping. I pretended
I was up to date though- fooled him!
He asked to meet for drinks in two weeks. I thought
this was a little strange, but whatever. It gave me time to debloat.
He called back 5 minutes later (I didn't even have time to text my
friends about the future date). We rescheduled to meet that Friday, much
better.
Date 1: A gastro pub in the village
It was 94 degrees outside so I was stressed about
everything- hair, sweaty pits, what to wear. I was also really excited because
he was cute and I was ready for a normal guy.
The date went well. It lasted 2 hours and 10 minutes,
which I'm told is a good length for a first date. I had a good time. I
discovered he is young, 30- I am trying to be okay with that. He thought I was
in my 20's, major compliment. I think it's because I am tan, I certainly
don't feel that young. I guess I am pretty hot. It must be from
standing in front of the mirror all the time and thinking about the best way to
suck in.
Relevant details: he's from Long Island, got his MBA
and lived with his parents for the past year to save money. He is moving
to Queens this month. He really is the nicest guy. Super polite,
funny, and kind. All good things. The nice guy description was
pretty spot on.
We had two drinks each. Bam was very
enthusiastic. He seemed like he had a lot of energy. I don’t know
if he was nervous, or if he is an intense guy. I am not energetic, at
all. I did enjoy his happy nature and really appreciated the easy conversation.
We took the subway back uptown together. He got
off at Penn Station- I was praying that he didn’t kiss me. Not that I
wouldn’t kiss him, but I had to stay on the train and then the other people on
the train would see, and I would have to stay on the train with all the people
who watched us kiss, it would have been weird. He didn’t, yay? He
said he would call this week. We’ll see if he does. (Update: he did not) I would go out
with him again. I would like him to be older, or to at least seem older,
like a big beefy man, like the fox. Who knows. I don’t have much
else happening, and it’s nice to be with a normal, nice guy.
Slobber factor remains to be determined…
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