So while Friday’s date was a disaster, I had a date to look forward to on Saturday. This was a guy that I met, in person, at a party. We know some of the same people. There were 7 people at this party, so maybe it wasn’t really a party and was more of a gathering?… I don’t know. In any case, ‘E’ was there. I was in party-mode with my buddies, which pretty much means I eat all the food and drink all the wine. And talk about how I like to watch Murder She Wrote. I’m a real prize. Suddenly, everyone besides E and me have left the room and remain elsewhere in the neighborhood of 30 minutes or more. Subtle, friends.
So, E and I chat and he’s pretty cute, and I talk too much (as usual). I wait long enough to have him walk me to my car. We kiss, briefly. At my insistence. He takes my number. I don’t hear anything – not even a text about whether I got home ok. Great. I’m pretty sure I’ll never hear from this guy again. My friends will ask about it. It’ll be weird.
Then, Wednesday night, my phone rings. Like with an actual phone number – not the robo-dialers from 1-800-CAR-INSURANCE. I don’t answer, but then this mystery caller leaves a message. WHAT?!?! What strange world is this? Although, at this point, I’m still pretty sure it’s just Walgreen’s calling about my prescription.
But then, the heavens parted and the angels sang. This guy. E. He called me on the phone. Left a very polite message and said he’d try me back the next day. Then he did. Call me the next day. We made a date for Saturday. He needed to confirm a sitter (he has a kid – which I knew about). Called me again Friday to confirm our date. Offered to pick me up. Texts me to see if casual drinks and dinner would be ok. Umm… sure…
So, he comes to pick me up. I felt like this would be ok, since we have the mutual friends and stuff. I would never usually let a first date pick me up. He parked his car and came to my door and rang the bell. Are you Fucking Kidding Me?! This guy. For reals. He then pulls up so that I’m not all in the snow.
We go to dinner. He suggests we split a bottle of wine. He also suggests we share some pierogies to start. I’m ready to propose marriage. Lovely dinner accompanied by me talking too much (duh), but trying to remember to ask him questions, too. We talk about getting another drink, but it’s snowing and the sitter lives one million miles away. So we make out in his car for a few minutes. He wants to set up another date. Soon. Tuesday after my class.
So, tomorrow is date 2. I like this guy. I’m a little thrown off by the fact that he has a kid. And a dog. But for now I’m willing to take it easy and let it work itself out.