Hold The Onions

So as this dating adventure progresses you learn a lot about yourself and people in general. With date number 3 I have learned that while in a dating scenario you know within the first 10 min whether you want to see them naked or not. Case and point: I will have the oriental salad hold the onions. So I was running late all day late to yoga class, late to meet my potential new roomie, late late late. I was bound and determined to be on time. I leave my house 25 min till and arrive to my surprise right on time. Now this is my third date in about two weeks so blind dates are now becoming old hat. I walk into the restaurant and scan the area.....no body builders in sight. Date #3 is very toned and handsome no one fits the description. I leave my name at the host stand and only the cheesecake factory would have a 30 min wait on a Sunday evening. As I grab the buzzer I get a text asking me where I am at. Inside the restaurant duh...this is where we are meeting right?? So I wait a bit and he walks in I can tell he is nervous, and then he confesses that he had been waiting in his truck because he came super early to insure he was on time. We are waiting for the table chat a bit about the weekends events. Then the buzzer goes off. We are seated at a half booth half table arrangement. He says if you would like the booth it's yours. Just what a lady likes to hear. So I slide in and he sits down across from me. The waitress wastes no time to inundate us with the novella that they call a menu at this joint, and if that were not enough she begins to site page numbers and specials. Then wisks away like a hurricane of bubbly animation. As we both try to shake off the overwhelmed feeling we smile and begin chatting on what really matters....how nice I look. Well he mentions how nice I look and then we progress into the menu and what we like to eat. Now when hurricane Julie comes back to take the order I notice that he says "I will take the Oriental Salad but no onions". If this isn't a sign then I don't know what to say. Then as predicted we delve into deeper convo like his boxer pup grumpy and his potential trip to C-Bus this weekend. Oh yes friends he is making the pilgrimage to the Arnold Classic. Not to worry he has a neck and is very intelligent, and very considerate. Date #3 is Virginia's finest and this would normally scare me off, but he seems very not cop like. Our food comes we continue on to coffee. Then as we finish I can tell that if it were his choice he could stay forever. As we walk out he waits behind me and opens doors and then we are walking to our cars. This is always where it seems to get awkward. I give him a hug and say we should do this again. He laughs and says definitely and I begin to walk away. Then before I know it there is a tug at my hand and I am spun around with a tongue in my mouth. What the F! Well he is hot and he didn't order the onions. With a somewhat drawn out smootch I am now on my way. I am writing this the day after and I can tell you that since then he has called with a promise to do something next week. Must have been something in that kiss. Also since then Date #2 has called with an intent want to see me again. So the plot thickens...as both are quite endearing in their own way. Let the games begin!!

Warmer

So date number 2 on the match.com scene. This was definitely a nice surprise. We arranged a date via text message after just a few exchanges over e-mail. I knew that he was good people after he told me that he was from the Detroit area. Most people would beg to differ, but after living on the east coast for 4 months the mid-west swagger is something of an acquired taste. I trusted my instincts traded phone numbers and agreed to a dinner date. I know friends another meal.....totally against the first date rules. I firmly believe that the first date should be a drink or something that you can cut short if you feel the feelings are not mutual. So, against my better judgement I agree to the dinner date. I rush home put on something casual, google the directions, and rush out the door. As I approach and try to find parking I call him to let him know my predicament. I walk into the restaurant and meet him. He is standing at the table, and very handsome. I totally underdressed, and for those of you that know me you know that this is out of character. He gives me a hug and he is sitting next to me. Now from my dating experience the seating arrangement is critical, and tells alot about a person. Face to face like my day late valentine suggests insecurity and is very impersonal. My date was on the corner with me, not only that he called ahead to make reservations. We begin talking much like the other date. I find most of these are like interviews with drinks, but then something happens. We start making each other laugh. There were definitely some pauses in the convo, but he was very pleasent. I confessed about my earlier touch of death during a rock climbing incident. He told me about his recent interior decorating challenge. Overall a win-win experience. The bill came and he turned my card away (definitely a win). I say this because not that I feel that guys should always pay, but for lack of a better excuse it is always nice to be wooed. We chatted a bit longer about dental hygiene, and then we excuse ourselves from the table. Walking out of the restaurant we are parked in opposite directions so a hug and I'm on my way. This one was different from the last with a promise to see each other again. I walk to my car and drive away and before I get on my way I receive a text thanking me for a great night and hoping we do this again and a comfirmaton that he likes me. Overall a great success and this will be a continued blog......stay tuned friends........

My day late valentine

Well this is my welcome to the blogging world. I have taken on the task of trying to find my best friend and equal and when I find him I want a record of how I got there. For this search I have decided that I need to employ and explore all options.Today was my first encounter of the online-kind. This started off for lack of a better description "nice", and ended with a slightly awkward hug. We met on Match.com, and for the most part I have not been able to find anyone that fits me exactly. Date #1 however seemed nice on paper and we had exchanged a few emails, and agreed to meet. I trekked it out to the city after the biggest blizzard to hit the D.C. area since god knows when to meet him. I get there on time which is unusual for me. Put my name in and head to the bathroom to make sure the hike from the burbs to the city didn't smudge me up too much. As I walk back to the door there he is tall just as his picture described him. I'm sure this doesn't happen all too often so I was pleasantly surprised. He asked about the wait when the host told us it would be 10-20 he asked to move across the street. A nervous request? or pressed for time? Who knows this is the joy of dating someone you have never met. We go across the street and doors are opened we sit at the table and the "where should I sit" dance around the table begins. Finally across from me face to face. We begin talking about weather and traffic. Subjects progress to family, where we have lived, where we hang out, business he owns, friends he has, share laughs and then we order lunch. There were some pauses in the conversation, but nothing to alarm. We shared some Mac-n-Cheese he had a lavender lemonade. Me black coffee and we both had salads. Seemed "nice" enough. Then the strangest thing happened. The bill came and we both paid got up and he said thanks for coming out. I said thanks for the invite. We walked out and he said I'm over here and you are headed this way so arms out he gives me a hug and says have a good day. Now I know what this means as much as the next person, but I don't know just where it went wrong. I wish that you could hand out customer satisfaction cards at the end of the date so to improve for the next go around.....Or maybe nothing was wrong just no spark. It would just be nice to know so you don't have a lingering what could have I done better feeling after. Well this is the first of many attempts to find him. I know he is out there it's just the where that I'm a little fuzzy on so the search continues.