First Date Round-Up: Mr. “Good Guy”

So it happened.  I took some medication, put on my butt-rounding underwear, and went on a date with the man who saved me.

Based on the advice of several readers, I wore a boob-highlighting top, but not necessarily a “low-cut whore shirt”.  You know what they say, why buy the cow when the jugs runneth over?  (or something like that).

I’ll skip the “looks” description, because…he’s a looker…

…As our conversation started rolling, I realized that I’d forgotten to give myself an “out” (i.e. fake emergency phone call).  Then I remembered a scene from Animal Planet.  It’s a clip where the monkeys throw their poop at unwelcome visitors.  Unconventional?  Yes.  But if it came to that, I’d eaten plenty of fibre that day.

About a half an hour into the date, the “what do you do?” snore-fest was over.  Now it was time for personality-clicking 101.  Here’s how my process works: I’m sort of a freak, as in…I will sniff out the humour wherever possible…like weird-looking babies, or innuendo from innocent topics (i.e. sandwiches), or animal privates, these are the things that amuse me.  At the base of it though, is a soft and serious side.  It’s a fun little combo, but you can’t take one without the other.

That’s a lot for date #1, so my only goal was a light introduction.  On the flip, I’m also intrigued by the many sides of man.  And so the discovery began…

…Sometimes there was an awkward pause, and that’s when I’d make a (tame) remark about a person at the bar.

He didn’t laugh.

To my first remark he awkwardly mentioned his upcoming charity baseball game.

(?)

To my second remark he said that I shouldn’t judge the old lady who kept trying to grope the young men, because I’d never even met her (judge her?? She was my hero!).

After that, I put the jokes on hold, and things turned around.  He was beaming with each new topic, and I even got to tell him about my family (the polished “sane” version). 

Mostly I smiled in response to his wholesome descriptions…it was a good time.

He hugged me goodbye and said he would call for date #2.

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So here’s the deal:  this is going nowhere because…we only get along when I’m not being myself.

But…he’s hot. 

So now I need to examine how stupidly high my expectations are. 

Not everyone is a potential husband, but who says it’s bad to have a little fun?

Fair enough, analysis done.

But…what about substance?

Hmm…

Well this entire dilemma will solve itself if he never calls, and we all know that guys are awesome at that.

So…here’s hoping that he drops the ball…or not?