My first date with a Texan. That’s right ladies and Joe…a real Texan with real boots. Hot, right?
Well, he looked like he was from Indiana more than Texas. Very sweet, cute in a “I’ve never lived in a big city” look. I feel like I want to befriend him, show him the city. It’s very Susan Sarandon of me, like in Bull Durham. Note: need to by baseball uniform and garter belt. Date 6 guy just moved to Chicago in November for work and knows no one. He seems to be a hard worker, honest and has a man hair cut (you know, parted on the side with a sweep around in front). I told him about this project and he thought it was a great idea. He wants to participate again. I will check my books.
This date is a great example on how I now balance my days: 1) woke up late for work 2) worked until 5pm 3) went to the gym 4) threw together an odd mixture of left overs for dinner 5) took a 5 minute shower 6) quickly dressed, did make-up and made it to the bar for 8 pm drinks!
Ad guy. Very handsome. Don Draper. Designed. Well-versed. Few words. Too cool. Casually confident. Made me talk. And talk. Really tried. Too much. Like vomiting. Like “why did I say that?” Like, “why did he not give-a-little?” Not easy. Not conversational. Seemed like work. He said “30 Dates” was creative. Wants to know how it turns out – seemed sincere. He finally joked. Too little? Too late?
So i wasnt expecting much for my match.com first date… we didnt exchange too much over email, didnt really know where he was from, what he did for a living, none of that. I was just ready to fill my first date quota. So about an hour or so prior to when my date was to arrive to pick me up (yes he was picking me up), I realized suddenly, that he could be a serial killer. He could be using match.com as a way to lure in eager girls looking to quickly fill date quotas… eeep!
Needless to say, when he called to let me know he was outside, I grabbed my switchblade and casually threw it into my purse… no harm in being armed, right?
It was so strange to suddenly be alone with someone and just have to literally start everything from scratch. A few chorizo tacos and a shot of whiskey later and it turns out he was a really really nice guy. We had a lot more in common than I thought we would and the conversation was pretty easy… I would describe him as smart, focused, average… he drove an suv and owns a condo in river north… he is Asain.
After the date he dropped me off, actually stopped inside my house for about 10 minutes to “meet the dogs.” He also met two out of my three roommates, knows both locations of where I work… damn, he knows a lot about me. Good thing he didnt turn out to be a serial killer… should I book dinner with him on Wednesday?? It’s not like I’m risking my life… right?